The beggar oogled my large ass and followed me home. I swayed my hips seductively into my house. I was feeling naughty. I arrived at my house asking him why he followed me. I acted angry with him. "What do you want?" I said.
"Madam, one drumstick is not enough. I'm hungry for you... Ahem.. hungry I meant," he said with a mischievous look in his eyes.
"Ok I will cook for you, wait inside the house," I told him. He followed me into the house with a mischievous smile.
As I stirred the pot, the beggar lingered by the kitchen door, his eyes scanning the my sleeveless saree blouse. My bare back that was exposed with my thin saree blouse. My low cut saree blouse exposed my back. He oogled my curvey hips exposed on both sides as my saree was barely on me purposely. He oogled my large ass. He licked his lips as I adjusted my blouse slightly revealing my side boobs to him.
“Do you have anything else?” he asked, a hint of desperation in his voice.
I turned, surprised, jokingly I said. “I thought a drumstick would be enough.”
He shook his head. “It’s not just the food; it’s the company I crave. I haven’t felt this way in a long time.”
I softened, sensing the vulnerability in his words. “What else do you want?”
“Just a moment to share a meal with a beautiful figure like you,” he replied, his gaze earnest.
Reluctantly, I agreed. I set an extra plate and added more to the pot. As we sat down to eat, the atmosphere shifted. We shared stories and laughter, the walls between us gradually dissolving.
While I stirred the pot, I felt him approach. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around my waist from behind, pulling me gently against him. He caressed my hips gently. He ran his fingers around my navel opening. He playfully drew circles around my navel. I was anticipating his entry into my navel but he kept teasing me. He rubbed my neck. He drew a line down my back. It was exciting and dirty.
“You know, you’re more than just beautiful,” he whispered, his breath warm against my neck. “You bring warmth into this cold world.”
My heart raced, caught off guard by the unexpected intimacy. I turned slightly, looking into his eyes. “What are you doing?” I pretended to sound stern, but my voice trembled.
“I’m just appreciating this moment,” he said softly, holding me a little tighter.
I tried to shake him off playfully, but part of me wanted to stay in that embrace, to feel the connection growing between us.
As I stirred the pot, I felt his presence
“it’s not just the food I find appealing. Your curves… they’re something else entirely.”
I tensed slightly, surprised by his boldness. “What are you talking about?” I asked, trying to sound firm, but my heart raced.
He chuckled softly, his breath tickling my ear. “Every time you move, it’s like poetry in motion. You’re beautiful in a way that fills my pants.”
I couldn’t help but blush at his words, caught off guard by the sincerity in his tone. “You’re quite the flatterer for a beggar,” I teased, though I felt a flutter of something deeper.
When I turned to look at him, our eyes locked, and for a moment, the world outside faded away.
“I can’t help but notice how captivating you are,” he said softly, his voice barely above a whisper. “You have this light about you.”
He stepped closer, the heat radiating from his body mixing with the warmth of the kitchen. “Can I ask for something more?” His eyes searched mine, full of longing.
