I met him at the coaching class corridor. He pressed my boobs slowly and told me to follow him to the basement. My heart went up as he pulled me into ... dark room. It was a generator room . He shut the door in hurry so that no one would see us. He turned towards me and told ” here we have full liberty to do anything”. I smiled and smooched him hardly as hard as I could. I was melting in his warmth. I was wearing Salwar that day. Arsh slowly pulled my duppatta and removed my Kurta zip from. I said sure and we went inside. It was crowded but we got lucky and found two chairs at the bar. We both ordered a fancy type of margarita that came in neon green glasses. We joked and laughed but she seemed to be real nervous. That drink went down quickly so I ordered another. As she was drinking that one, I noticed during our conversation that she was turning slightly toward the crowded tables and dance floor and opening her legs. Then she would turn toward me. I asked her if everything was. This happened in the year 2010 when I was in graduation.Now let me start the story, this story is about my neighbor who used to stay right in front of our house her name is Geeta, she was a Tamilian, tall, dark complexion and also had well-hung boobs. She had one girl child and her husband was daily wages worker.Her house was really small it had just a hall and a kitchen which they also used to take bath. Since she was very close to my family she used to be at our home most of the time and I. I pull up to his house it is kinda nice big and tan color. he greets me at the door and says my family is going to be away this weekend so we can have as much fun as we want. he leads me inside then up the stairs to his room. it is nice got a tv and a bed with a couch to the side. he leads me to the couch and sits me down and ask do you want anything boy. i replied a glass of water would be good. he leave for a bit and i sat there looking around his room it was a little messy with some clothes.