As I read the paper, sipping my coffee, I realized that my fingers kept going up to the collar, fidgeting with it. It drew my attention, my touch, and I wondered if you could ever get used to wearing something like that. Could you ever forget it? Could it be possible to have it become so much a part of your wardrobe that it was second nature? I laughed to myself, thinking about forgetting that I was wearing it one day and walking into work with it there.When my coffee was finished and my paper losing its interest, I moved on. I needed some groceries and supplies, so I walked down to the market. The collar seemed, to me at least, to be even more out of place here than in the Starbucks, but I drew even less attention. Everyone seemed to be in their own world.When I paid, I didn't even get a second glance from the distracted cashier.Steps from my door, I realized I was feeling a bit blue. I tried to sort out why and it hit me in the elevator. I was depressed because not enough people. After a while she moved her leg and was trying to get the Payal stuck in my toe and she succeeded with it too. I thought she is just playing randomly. After a while started moving her leg on my sole and ankle and around that area. After a while to ease the movement she pulled her saari a little up and adjusted her leg on me. Immediately I had a hard on and I was ashamed as hell. She smirked and said “Ajkal bada jaldi excite hojata hai tu”.Then she took a blanket and covered both of us. We continued to talk and she continued to move upwards on my leg with her leg and after a while she put her knee on my thigh and started caressing it. My dick was now rock hard. In a while her knee touched my dick. I chose to ignore but she continued doing that frequently now. I was precumming already. The sound of her Payal moving had made me go crazy and I already had moved closer to her.Suddenly I felt her hand on my dick and I closed my eyes with Shame. She whispered “idhar dekh”, slowly I opened.
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