At That Moment ✔

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20th April 2023

PREETA'S  POV

It takes a moment for Karan sir, to reply. In that time, I
add his number to my contacts.

Karan sir : What are you doing right now?

Me: Lying in my bathtub reading a book on my phone

Karan sir: Are your parents home?

Me: Out for the night. It’s their anniversary.

I hold my breath, waiting for his reply. Wondering if he’ll
ask me to touch myself. The thought of sexting has never
appealed to me, but doing it with Karan sir definitely has
its appeal.

I draw my legs up and slide them back and forth together. I’m already turned on by his messages so far. I’m
going to be a mess if he asks me to touch myself.

As intimidating as it would be, I wouldn’t be opposed to him
calling me. That way I could hear his voice and could tell if
he was as turned on as I am.
Will he touch himself too?
I close my eyes, picturing his hand sliding up and down
his cock. The cock in my mind is blurry because I haven’t
actually seen his, but they sorta all look the same, right? I
mean, except for the size, of course.

I open my eyes a moment later to look down at my
phone and realize it’s been several minutes since I sent my
last message. My last message shows as read, but there’s
no reply.

I frown as disappointment hits me. Maybe he got a phone call and can’t reply yet. Or maybe he received a visitor. Or it could be that he’s not into sexting.

After another ten minutes go by without a reply, I set my
phone back on the shelf. No longer in a relaxing mood, I
quickly shave my legs and pull the plug to the tub. I stand
and grab a big, fluffy towel to dry off with.

I’ve just finished putting on my night clothes when the
doorbell rings. Picking up my phone on the way out of the
bathroom, I check the time. Who would be knocking on the
door at eight-thirty? Except for the occasional delivery, as we
don’t get visitors.

Walking to the door on bare feet, I lift to my toes and
check the peephole. Seeing a Male's head on the otherside of the door has me falling back to my feet and my
heart thumping heavily in my chest.

I unlock the deadbolt and grip the door knob, pulling the
door open a second later.
Karan Sir  stands there, one hand shoved into his pocket, while the other rests on the doorframe. He looks entirely way too sexy. His black  hair is a mess, like he’s
recently run his fingers through it.

I haven’t seen him in
two days, and it looks like he hasn’t shaved in that time.
The scruff on his cheeks and chin surprisingly appeals to me. He’s wearing jeans that look like they’ve been through
the washer a few too many times, and a dark gray shirt with the sleeves pushed up to his elbows.

It’s his eyes though, that have me vibrating with need. They pin me in place with the intense way he runs them up and down my body. I have virtually no experience when it comes to sex, except for what he’s shown me, but even I
can recognize the need in his eyes. He looks as though he’s
on the verge of pouncing.
He doesn’t say a word as he stalks over the threshold leading into my house. I let the door go and take a couple of steps back.

“Aap yeha kya kar raha hai ?” I ask, my breathing turning to pants.

“ Vo saval math pucho mujse .. uska javaab thume kuth achese patha hai ... babydoll ”

The gravel in his tone does delicious things to my body.
He kicks the door closed behind him and he turns  back
to lock it.

“How long are your parents gone for?” he asked