Vishwas And Akila – Part I

Hello folks, after reading some stories in the IndianSexstories.net, I felt like coming up with something as a contribution. I am no regular reader of the site, but certain content made me re-read them. I am no good story writer, but still, trying to come up with something. So here is imaginary story that revolves around two people Vishwas and Akila. Please forgive me if there are (certainly, they exist) any mistakes in this long story.

Everything in this story is imaginary and is a work of pure fiction. Ramlal is a wealthy textile merchant in the garden city, Bangalore. He is a middle aged man (about 50 ) contended with his business and his loving family. His wife Suma(aged 45) is a good homemaker and loves her husband and their two children Veer and Vishwas. Veer who is pursuing his MS in Florida, USA is a good looking guy and a role model for the kids of the locality they live as he is good at studies and is a good athlete.

Ramlal was very proud of having such a child who seldom comes second at any field he chooses, and is confident of him to develop his textile business and Veer always respects his parent’s word such a nice person, rare to be found around but our Vishwas, the devil’s quite opposite in character other than the good looks he inherited from his parents, this fellow was a real menace to the parents.

He too, is good at heart, but the youngest of children somehow are nettlesome. He is a below average student who barely concentrates on anything other than sports and always the one to be raised on any annoyance. They live in a duplex house in the top floors of a small group of flats in the suburbs. This fellow, by the time of stories inception, has just completed his tenth and enjoying his summer vacations raising qualms from older people,

Who feels it’s an operose effort to climb up to the top storey of the apartment as it has no elevator. They were enjoying their lives peacefully (in one way or another) it was during those holidays that Akila entered their happy lives. Akila is a young engineering graduate who, unlike many engineering graduates who aspire for a software job in a huge MNC, she settled in for a Bank employee in a private Bank, Bangalore branch.

Her life was simple, leaving at 9.00am in the morning, returning by 7.00 in the evening given her reticence, she has a low friend circle and assumes herself a traditional girl, for her upbringing. She shifted to a 3 roomed penthouse in the apartment Ramlal lives in. The cozy pent house contains a hall, a bedroom and a kitchen. The bathroom is in between the bedroom and kitchen and no one was interested in that flat because of that.

She had no problem with that as the apartment is in an area without proper cement roads; she could not get someone to accompany her in that busy town. Akila, mingled up easily with Ramlal’s family as they came from the same area, Hyderabad. She found her retreat there for being lonely, leaving alone her family. She had to forgo all her desires in her joint family for enjoying her life but loves it very much in fact.

She has to bail out her family from some financial crisis that occurred due to losses in agriculture. If not, she would have never come working outside. Suma used to listen to her with empathy and Akila liked the house and its people within 4 months Ramlal’s family treated her as their family member as she was free in the evening, she is more than happy to help Vishwas with his maths.

Vishwas too liked her and wondrously he began listening to her and showed some promise in that subject. They both turned more free and friendly after few days, Vishwas is identified to be dull by Akila, in total opposition to his normal behaviour. When asked persistently, he told her that he is getting weird feeling, that had never happened to him, on staring the girls of his class. He wants to keep on looking at their lips, bosoms, thighs.

He confessed he involuntarily is checking for any girl in the mob. I think I am becoming a bad man, always thinking about girls, wishing to kiss them, touch them and hug them and I’m really of no good. He felt badly Akila felt pity for him and told him it is normal during adolescence and he should not worry about such things but concentrate on his studies.

It was of no effect on him. So Akila told girls are no special materials, they are also humans like you and you youngsters turn mad about them for nothing. Vishwas asked “Is there really nothing special about them? Then why are they given so much importance and caring? Also why I think it is special to touch, kiss or hug them? Akila laughed and said this is all due to your gushing hormones you feel this way about girls.

You have no sisters to know about. You see, I am too, a girl and there is really nothing so peculiar about her. Touch me if you want, you feel nothing saying so, she extended her arm, this fellow, shook her hand and was staring dumb doesn’t knowing what is she saying about. She slapped him lightly and said see, there is nothing.” He then asked, so nothing much to feel about for kissing a girl.

Akila smiled and took him into her arms and kissed him lightly on his cheek and asked him to do the same. He too kissed her on her right cheek. She said “See, nothing to worry about. He felt happy and asked can I do it again? In case I feel more distressed it a kind of relaxing while still in her arms. She said oooh, you are like my brother and you can always get comforted.

Vishwas felt happy and continued his studies that day from that day on, they were more intimate and whenever he felt downhearted, like on his teachers and neighbors rattling’s, or on getting low grades, or as mentioned on stress on staring girls, he used to kiss and hug her and for their innocent hearts, it was mere comforting, but they soon were framed into a thick bond of friendship.

They met and shared their daily things with the help of Akila, Vishwas slowly started to show some promise in his studies that even his teachers were gratified and so, Suma was more than happy to send her son to Akila daily in the evening everything was hail and healthy. It was during the February, time flies by so quickly. The exams fever is slowly gaining its grip over the children and the parents.

Suma is taking extra care about her kid who is slowly improving his performance in his studies, which is a matter of family respect. Akila is also spending most of her time at Ramlal’s house. She was always welcome at their house and she helped Suma in her household activities and also sorts out Vishwas’s problems. There is air of Valentine ’s Day flying everywhere and even Akila, who left out her initial inhibitions.

I started discussing her love letters with Suma as a matter of fact, Akila is really a traditional beauty with her golden yellow complexion. Her skin radiates her age and her smile sends tremors across youngster’s hearts. She was slim, fair with waist length thick black hair which curls up in the end. Wearing Salwars, she can be easily misinterpreted to a textile company model. Grace in her walk, clearness of her face, sweetness in her voice and nicety in her behavior, mark her miss congeniality.

So, naturally, there are always guys trying to flirt with her, but given her reticence, they could not move further. She always listen guys flirting about her, trying desperately to impress her. Their funny acts are shared to Suma by Akila. This seeded again, in Vishwas mind that there is really something that is welcoming abut girls. Within days, he sorted out that Akila is special, shifting his attention from other girls to Akila and gave her a big place in his little heart.

Her name meant care and relaxation to him. Slowly, he started observing Akila’s physical beauty. This did not spoil much of his mind but still, his eyes always search for Akila’s face. Her presence is, now, a rising sun for his life exams completed and Vishwas was confident about his results. He is now given permission to play out and do some mischief.

All this, he credited to Akila and felt more reverence towards her. Holidays, his favourite are not now his real concern, but staying with Akila is his real concern now. Even his mother felt happy that he is growing into a sensible human being who identifies his necessities and priorities. He is always around Akila, even in her bank. No one objected this and Akila’s male colleagues try to get close to him by offering him something or other to get in turn close to Akila.

All this made him more close to Akila. She never objected Vishwas anywhere anytime. She too felt him as her integral part and waited for his gracious presence to make her day elate. He is her smile, break from hectic work and family problems and recreation and a link to her childhood. That day, in May, Ramlal has to attend a marriage of a big contractor’s daughter whose help can enlarge his business, at Bidar.

He helped Ramlal in many ways and requested at least a complete day presence at his daughter’s marriage. Ramlal and Suma packed off to travel on the eve of marriage in his car. Vishwas was left behind as the contractor friend doesn’t like this boy because of his naughtiness and always consider him as a source of trouble. Also, Akila needs some company as a young lady. Vishwas too felt happy for his escapade of hypercritic people.

He happily agreed to stay with Akila after biding a good bye to his parents, he climned up the 5 floors and got settled on the terrace playing with the doves. As it is Saturday, Akila will caome home early and he can spend more time with her. Akila came around 4.00 pm because of her work load, and lied on the Deewan exhausted. Vishwas brought her water to drink.

Akila thankfully took the glass and started drinking it. In the high sun, her drinking water with a sweat soaked body where the sweat drops on her neck are glistering the Sun’s rays, and her clearing of her hair that fell on her face, was pictographic and scenic to Vishwas. He cooked Maggie and they both ate it he artfully everything, however trivial it is, as long as it has something to do with Akilas, is a matter of high priority in Vishwas’s etiquette.

They then, moved to Ramlal’s house and started a conversation while watching the TV. Slowly, Akila shifted her position and rested her head on Vishwas’s lap trying to sleep on the sofa. Vishwas, started caressing her forehead and started playing with her hair. Akila smiled blissfully and Vishwas kissed her passionately on her forehead. This kiss is more than a regular kiss to him and Akila smiled more graciously. He kept on kissing her forehead.

Akila, slowly broke away, still resting on his thighs with her left hand to elevate her head. Vishwas caught her beautiful and fragile palm in his hands and started playing with her fingers, regularly caressing her forehead. Slowly she slept. He got up and brought up a pillow for her and but felt it’s better to have her in his lap than on a distant pillow and sat back in his previous position. He lost track of time gazing the sleeping beauty in his lap. Akila woke up around 7.30 Pm and found Vishwas looking affectionately at her.

She got up at a jolt and covered herself up. Vishwas didn’t understand what was wrong. Akils asked for how long was she sleeping in his lap? He said I don’t know which is indeed true. Akila looked up at the clock. She said, “idiot, you have been baring my head since some 2 hours. How is your leg?”. Vishwas tried to get up but his legs felt numb. Whatever his love is for Akila, his tender legs could not get set quickly and he fell on the floor.

There is a big blood clot on his thigh. Akila asked him “Where it pains?” He spotted his left thigh. Akila quickly searched in and came up with an ointment. She asked him to remove his pants. Vishwas felt shy and said he will go and wear a short. She thought it is good and slowly, he walked in for dressing and came out. Akila helped him in walking even though it’s not at all necessary. She pulled out his arm over her shoulder and with her left hand on his shoulder.

Trying to lift him in Judo style, in order to carry him, a 5’8” solid structure and he released out her grip and laughed out at her. He said, it’s normal for him. He didn’t even care about bigger and more dangerous ones he met with in playing sports but she didn’t listen to him and scolded him not be crude and made him sit on the couch. Vishwas never heard anything rude out of her, so idiot, crude worried him.

Akila lifted his short up to expose his thigh and while Vishwas was wondering, she gently applied the ointment over his thigh. He got a tingling sensation and quickly pushed out her hand and moved away in apprehension as her touch fired his hormones and there is a rush of Adrenaline in his body. He didn’t consider what is running around him and his heart beat sounded louder and every nerve on his back twitched.

Akila pushed him down scolding him and is applying the ointment. He started to enjoy her touch and anticipated for more while she was caressing his thigh with her smooth and petite fingers, he was feeling so comfortable that he lost account of his surroundings and caught her hand with him sitting in the couch and with Akila’s hand in his, caressing his thigh, that was the moment when he clinged her to his life and soul.

He kissed on her head and Akila looked up and smiled there was a sudden thunder and he pulled up Akila into his arms securely looking out. Akila gor out of his arms and looked out through the window, a heavy rain has begun. She said, we can’t expect the climate of this city in summer and sudden rains and the weather broadcast forecasted for a hot day. She ran up to bring back the dried clothes.

He too followed her and they both brought back the clothes and placed them in Akila’s room. It is raining cats and dogs. Akila adviced he to stay here itself as she will prepare his dinner here and they can dine here. Saying so, Akila went into the bathroom with her towel. Vishwas sat there bewildered by the set of events that just happened and was happily recollecting them.

The kiss and the hug were more than what they do regularly. There is a sound of shower from the bathroom as well as the heavy downpour of rain. Then, at that time, the cell phone of Akila rang up. Akila has a habit of not locking the bathroom door as someone or other keeps on calling her when she is bathing and as she is the only one in that room, she habituated coming out of bathroom and answering the phone call and continue with her bathing.

Generally, the calls at that time are from the mobile companies, but still she rushes for the phone thinking it’s her family. This time, it is her mother calling. She as usually, came out of the bathroom totally ignoring Vishwas’s presence. She was elated on seeing “Home” on the mobile screen and started to converse fondly with her mother on the phone. Vishwas was thunderstruck to see her, the lady of his anticipations, coming out nude.

She was at the table and Vishwas is having a scenic view of Akila from the Diwan. Little drops of water falling out of her loose and wet hair, water flowing across her eyes, falling to the neck through her rosy cheeks slowly. The water is flowing out from her thin neck to her opulent chest, travelling through her cleavage via her abs and navel to her private parts, her golden and creamy thighs and her stunning calfs, it was like a dreamy sight to him. The surrounding blurred out around him as he kept gawking at her opulence.