The hors d'oeuvres were little canapes of mushroom Vol-au-vonts. It had truffle and a slight balsamic glaze to it, delicious. The fish course was salm...n, also amazing. It had the freshness of the rivers with herbs and a sauce to compliment it well.By the time we had finished the fish, I was horny as hell. I could feel my panties getting wet and I just needed Nathan to fuck me, even if it was a quickie. I motioned for him to follow me and made an excuse to the party about calling the. ‘Ye bhi utaru kya?’ I said putting a hand on the bra strap.Sumit smiled and pointed towards my left. Fuck. What I had forgotten was the entrance of the flat was at the end of the corridor, and that part was glass from floor to ceiling instead of solid wall. It was made to offer a great view of the farms and greens outside, but it also meant I wasn’t exactly hidden from public view. Although yes, as we were high up on the 11th floor, nobody from the street could see much. I still got very shy. This is my first story.The heroine is my senior Akhila. A doll look with light black colour dark curly hair, I never noticed, but she had hot big ballons on her chest. During one of my college functions, she came dressed in a tight fit brown top, I noticed her ballons and the poking nipples. I went and talk to her. It was just common chat. I later took her number, then chatting continued. She was not that fair but I knew she had a hot body underneath that dress. I continued my chats with her. To say I was shocked would be an understatement! They lived about two miles away, on the neighbouring farm and rented some ground from me for their sheep. That and a couple of brief hellos in the local pub was the extent of our relationship at the time, though I was well aware form the local gossip in the same establishment that they were a couple. Chris was younger, perhaps in his thirties, a buff, tanned, chiselled hunk with dark hair and eyes, obviously of farming stock. Malcolm was an.