Finally day came and I reached Chandigarh and we chat over phone and fixed to meet at 7 pm at sector 15 park. I reached in 15 market on time and she w...ved me, after hand shake we moved to park. Then we sat by holding each other hands and started chatting. She was showing her photographs in her phone in which she was crowned miss Chandigarh in some modeling competition. We were resting our head on each other shoulder and were hugging. Then it’s time to leave then I asked her for a kiss which she. Fir usne phone kiya, us samay raat ke 2 baj rahe the phone karte hi usne pucha ki kya rahe ho maine mazak mazak me kah diya tumhari fantasy. Usne pucha sach? Maine ka ha aur pucha ki tumne kya pahna hai? To usne kaha wahi salwar kameez jisme tum meri bra dekh rahe the aaj college me. Maine pucha aur kuch nai pahna? Usne bola aur wahi bra jo tumne dekhi thi Maine pucha aur jo maine nahi dekhi?Woh boli woh rahne do bas pahni hai na maine pucha kya? Woh boli wahi jo ladkiya neeche salwar ke andar. Then I realized, oh my god, they're fucking. I had to check this out. I crept as quietly as I could down the little side path that led toward the sounds. The closer I got the harder my cock was getting. The voyeur in me was quite aroused. I crept as low and slow as I could, given the boner I was sporting. I was finally at a point where I could see what was happening through some low bushes. Hiding there I was quite surprised to be seeing in full side profile, a younger man on his knees bobbing. .I switched off the landing light, and in order to check If he may be watching, I angled my bedside mirror so it was focused on my open door. I left my door open, and kept the light on. I fussed around a little, listening intently for any sounds. I heard him switch off his bedroom light, then I thought I could hear a slight swish from his door. A slight creak from the landing floorboard perhaps? I turned on my bedside radio, very softly. That would hide any small sounds he may make and.