Bangalore Rains and Kaala Khatta

Home, 7:30 PM – July 25, 2022. 

Another day and it is still raining in Bangalore. Looking at the way it is pouring, I wouldn’t be surprised if half the city is inundated by now and the other half – stuck in traffic. I was sipping my coffee, watching the dark clouds getting darker out from my balcony, thinking about all those people who boasted about the climate of this city. They must be stuck in traffic somewhere in the city too. I laughed out loud at my silly attempt at humour.

One of the perks of living alone is the freedom to be yourself all the time. The other side of the coin? It gets incredibly dull sometimes when there’s not even one person to talk to on days like this. I am not one person who can speak for hours on the phone. I prefer a face-to-face conversation anytime. And that’s why I was not too fond of the situation that I was in right now.

I suddenly remembered that I had skipped grocery shopping last weekend due to the rain. My fridge is missing fruits, and essential vegetables were already over for quite some time. I opened one of those 10 min grocery delivery apps only to be informed by a notice that they aren’t accepting any orders. I tried another – the same result.

*Why wasn’t I surprised? Who in their right mind would ride their two-wheeler in such pouring rains to deliver groceries?*

Well, I had nothing better to do, so I downloaded another one of those grocery apps I had never used before. Surprisingly, they were accepting orders but with delayed delivery due to rain. I wouldn’t mind that. I quickly selected all the stuff I needed – some veggies, apples, bananas, plums, a few cans of coke, milk, curd, cookies, soap, sanitary pads and condoms. Yeah, condoms – don’t be surprised. I always keep a few handy. Who knows when you might need them ;)

I placed my order and started my business as usual – sipping coffee. After a few minutes, I received a notification that my order was packed and would be delivered by their executive as soon as they found one. I chuckled at their message.

*Good luck with that! They would be lucky if anyone even agreed to come out of their house in this weather. And if anyone did, he deserved a raise.*

I suddenly received another notification that the executive had picked up my order and was on the way. Wow, that’s great. I wondered about their delivery agent and whether he could make it to my place. It was still pouring outside, and he would be soaked when he reached here.

I finished my coffee and switched on Netflix on my TV to check if anything was fascinating to watch while I waited. As I browsed through the collection of movies, I heard a knock on my door. Was he here so soon? I opened the door, and sure enough, he was here with my stuff – drenched and soaking wet from the rain. Even though he was wearing a jacket, it didn’t look like it was doing him any good. I could see that he was freezing as he held my stuff in his arms. The paper bags in which they packed my groceries had already torn, but he was still holding on to them as he had wrapped his arms around them like he was holding a baby.

I told him to come in lest he drops everything at the door. He hesitated and then insisted on staying there. I asked him whether he wanted a towel to dry himself. He refused and instead asked me to grab the stuff in his arms which had come loose, apologising multiple times for the non-existent packing. I asked him not to worry while I picked items off his hands, placing them on my coffee table nearby. As I did that, I noticed him checking me out whenever I turned around.

*A tinge of excitement grew in the tendons of my body as I caught him in the act.*

Our eyes met briefly, and he held his gaze. That’s when it hit me! No wonder he is staring at me the whole time. I wore a loose spaghetti top with a broad neck and cute mini-boy shorts, a comfy combination I often wear at home. As I was collecting my stuff, I realised the neck of my top fell forward when I bent down, giving him a deep and wide opening to check out my breasts – hanging free since I wasn’t wearing a bra.

*Uh-ho!*

He knew I caught him staring at my assets. For a second, I pondered my next steps. On the one hand, the poor guy had come to my door with my delivery in the pouring rain, though he could have very well dropped it at the security gate downstairs. And now, seven stories high, he was checking out my boobs (and probably my ass when I turned around) without not even trying to hide it. I looked at him and saw him smiling ear to ear.

I hesitated for a second before picking up the next item in his hands. That’s when I noticed the pack of condoms I had ordered, and like a bolt of lightning, I knew what to do. Time to get into my slut mode! It was my turn to smile ear to ear. He was surprised at my reaction.

*Game On!*

The time had come to put on my best performance – I picked up the pack of condoms and looked inside the bag bending forward enquiringly, offering him an even better view of my boobs. I told him, “There is only one pack of condoms here. I had ordered two.”

His eyes went pop, and suddenly, I could see his face twist now that I had confused him about where to point his X-Ray vision – my eyes or my boobs!

“Ma’am, this is everything they handed me to deliver as part of your order. The packing team does the inventory, and we only do the delivery of the packages.”, he stammered. “The bill should be in one of the bags to verify.”

“No, I had ordered two packs of condoms. Also, my package was torn when you reached here, so you must have dropped it somewhere”, I said sternly. 

“You see this?” I said, holding a pack of condoms in my hand.

“This pack of Extra Thin Condoms is present here, but the Kala Khatta condom is missing”, I said.

“Kala Khatta condom?” he said, surprised.

“Yes, like the thele vala Kala Khatta ice gola?” I said while enacting the action of slurping the ice gola with my hands. 

“Ma’am, I know what Kala Khatta is, but I don’t know about the condom”, he said. “Please take out all the items and check if they are there. It must be present if you have ordered it.”

So I placed the rest of the items one by one, and then we both rummaged through the stuff for the pack of condoms. As expected, we didn’t find it. How would we? I had never ordered it. The entire time, I noticed him sneaking glances at me. The slut in me ensured that I was at the perfect angle for his line of sight.

Finally, he said, “The packing team must have bungled up. It would be best if you raised a complaint in the app.”

I told him, “I would do that, but it would be hilarious when they noticed that only one Kala Khatta condom pack was missing.”

He smiled nervously and said, “It’s okay, ma’am. It is their job to check. And don’t forget to give me a rating, ma’am”, his eyes darting towards my chest again. 

Then I asked him if he wanted some water to drink or a towel. At first, he said no and quickly changed his mind, “Some warm water would be good”. I told him to wait while getting him water. As I walked inside the kitchen, I could feel his gaze checking out my ass. Just thinking about it made me wet!

I warmed up some water in the kettle and returned to the hall. I walked as slowly as possible, ensuring he got a perfect look at me and handed him the glass of water. I could feel him sweat under his wet clothes as I raised my arm to flick a few strands of hair behind my shoulders, his eyes wide like saucers.

“Ma’am, please don’t forget to give me a ra..ra..rating. And, please submit the complaint immediately… about the… Ummm… Kala Khatta… condom”, he said as he sipped his water.

“And give me a rating also. That is for delivery only, ma’am”, he bumbled nervously.

You already told me about the rating twice before”, I reminded him, a wicked smile forming on my lips.

“Yes..yes, it is crucial for us. Our per…perf…performance depends on your ra..ra..rating”, he said. I could hear him breathe heavily.

I was smiling at him as he fumbled with his words while maintaining eye contact with him.

“Ma’am, if you don’t mind, shall I ask you something?” he asked.

“Yes?”

“What is so special about the Ka…Kala Khatta co..co..condom?”

I was waiting for him to ask something like that. The slut in me just shifted to turbo mode!

I paused, smiled at him and looked into his eyes. I made the action of slurping the Kala Khatta ice gola using my hands. This time, I rolled my fingers of both my hands, held them close to my mouth and moved them to-and-fro like I was giving a slow blowjob with my tongue sticking out. His saucer eyes opened even wider!

“It tastes exactly like thele vala Kala Khatta gola”, I whispered seductively.

Another second, and his jaw would have dropped to the floor.

“Why don’t you ask your girlfriend? She can explain it to you adequately”, I winked.

He started blushing all of a sudden and smiling widely.

“Ah, so you have a girlfriend? Good!” I exclaimed.

Then he hurriedly said, “Yes, yes, yes… I will ask her. I will leave now.”

He then stepped back out the door and, without even trying to hide, took a complete look at me from top to bottom. I caught his eyes again and told him, “Wow, you are going to look at everything, huh?”

*Tingles were running in every part of me!*

He stammered some ‘sorries’, ‘okays’ and ‘thank-yous’ in random order and said, “Not everything, ma’am, just a little bit”, winking.

I bent forward slightly, “Do you want me to turn around for you?” I asked in a slow, erotic voice. “I know you were checking out my ass.” I crossed my legs as I shifted my weight from one leg to another.

“No, no, uh hmm, yes, yes…no, no, no, ma’am, I wasn’t ma’am…” he stammered.

His face showed a mixture of excitement, hope, and confusion at the same time. I looked down at his crotch; sure enough, his boner pushed through his trousers, almost about to burst out.

I smiled at him. “You have seen enough today. Let’s keep my ass for some other time, okay?” still keeping up the voice of seduction.

*I think this is enough for him today!*

“It has stopped raining. Don’t you have any other deliveries?” I asked quickly, shifting gears

“Yes, yes, thank you, ma’am”, he said, almost relieved.

I said, “Hey, don’t scare the kids outside”, pointing to his boner.

He blushed and covered his crotch with his hands as he hurried away. I laughed at his clumsy attempt to hide it, the cause of which was 100% me.

After he left, I closed the door, still tingling all over. I realised I was not only freaking turned on but was seriously wet. I looked in the mirror in my living room and discovered the wetness was showing up on my boyshorts outside. All that drama ensured that my nipples were hard and perky enough to show up over the fabric of my top nice and clear.

*Okay, I am sure he saw that!*

I was still reliving my last ten horny minutes when I heard the doorbell ring.

*Wait, is he back? Why is he back? Do I want him to be back?*

In excitement, I almost ran to the door to open it. And I regretted it as soon as I opened it.

“Wow, that’s a sight I don’t get to see nowadays!” I heard him exclaim in amusement.

Standing outside the door was the last person I ever wanted to meet. My creepy neighbour – Arvind.

*Shit!*