In the middle of the night, lights put down, it looked like everyone at the Sharma House was sleeping. Or so one would think. A doorknob turned, a shadow walked across the hall, up the stairs and gently turned another door knob. Vicky had been staying with his cousin brother and sister-in-law for long enough to know every nook and corner of the house.
He could sneak in and out anywhere across the house, he knew the right time to do it. In the dead of the night, when neither bhaiya, Bhabhi, nor the servants were awake, he would often tiptoe through the gallery leading to the bedroom where Mrs. And Mr. Sharma slept.
He was on a mission to steal, but not money or anything of much value. Smitten by Bhabhi Vicky always had an eye on her, even more of an eye on her lingerie. However, his affair with her lingerie had to be discrete. There was the social relationship to be respected, right?
Just a few days ago, Mrs. Sharma was really upset with the maid, because some of her expensive lingerie had been missing. Of course, no one could have imagined Vicky Bhaiya stealing it. The poor maid had lost her job. Vicky also realized that he could no longer keep stealing. Afterall, he didn’t need to dress in Bhabhi’s lingerie. All he needed was one piece to worship as he imagined the Dominatrices from the porn movies she watched; and some to sniff at. He couldn’t help himself imagining Mrs. Sharma as his Goddess. She was hot!
As Vicky entered the Master Bedroom, he looked like he got lucky. The thong was lying next to the bathtub. Vicky caressed it gently, taking in the scent as one would whiff a delicate perfume, when he heard a sound that scared the life out of him. Someone was up and walking to the bathroom. In a desperate attempt to hide, he pulled the bath curtains in front of him, praying he wouldn’t be noticed.
It was Mrs. Sharma. She came in, brushed her teeth, smiled to herself in the mirror and returned back. Vicky breathes a sigh of relief, his wishes granted. He had finally been able to see Mrs. Sharma in her naked glory. And mmmm, Hot she was!
As Vicky left the bathroom and stepped out quietly from the bedroom finally, he promised himself that he would never sneak up again. He was relieved that Bhabhi had not noticed him.
In the bed, Mrs. Sharma grinned like a Cheshire cat. The young man needed to be tamed and trained. If he had fetishes, she would teach him how to worship her. He was exactly the plaything she needed! ‘Tomorrow, the boy will learn’, she thought, and moaned softly as she slept on her side.