At first, Lester hadn't been too thrilled about sharing his home with a foreign student. Sure, he and his wife had volunteered their home to take in students in need of a place to stay, but that was more as a favor to his friend Robert Anderson, a dean at the university.
Lester had a change of heart as soon as he saw Vidya. She was a rare beauty with an innocent demeanor, heartbreaking smile and slightly provocative way of dressing. Lester couldn't help himself. Although reining his emotions in whenever his wife and daughter were around, he couldn't help himself when he was alone around Vidya.
As the weeks passed and Vidya became an integrated part of the household, Lester became more and more infatuated with her. Frustratingly enough though, she remained aloof and distant when they were the only two people around, even though he tried to win her over with his kindness.
Lester started planning his day-to-day activities around Vidya's curriculum at the university. Seeing as his daughter and Vidya shared the same classes it was easy enough to ask a few seemingly innocent questions about their activities.
Lester made an effort to always be home early when he knew Vidya also would be, and he always found some small excuse to be around her. Whether it was to do some chores around the house or if he needed to talk to her about something, or if she just, y'know, needed something, he was buzzing around her every chance he had.
Thursdays were his favourite days, as both his wife and daughter were away until early evening and Vidya was home early afternoon. He came home one thursday to find her sitting in the living room, wearing a delicious ensemble consisting of a red skirt and a black top.
He smiled and greeted her: "Hello Vidya!" He went over and sat down next to her, almost but not quite making contact with her.
Damn! She gave him the slip yet again. Lester sighed. A shower, huh? Just the thought of that sweet young woman undressing and letting the water caress her drove him wild. He could just imagine her, standing there all soaped in and washing herself off. Starting at that lovely neck of hers, her hands sliding down to give her pert breasts a thorough wash, her nipples hardening from the water and her caresses both...
He shuddered with delight at the thought of her petite body and had a feverish vision of himself on top of her, holding her down and fucking the living daylights out of her whether she liked it or not. He started as he heard her opening the taps in the bathroom.
The taps had always been noisy, so there was no denying when someone were in the bathroom. This gave Lester an idea. She wouldn't hear him approach the bath. Maybe he could crack the door open just a tiny bit and sneak a peek?
Knowing full well the taps masked the sound of him walking, he wandered over to the bathroom door and carefully opened the door. He was rewarded by the sight of her back and butt, and he inhaled sharply at the sight of her youthful perfection. That smooth brown skin, that smiling dimpled butt, the perfect curves of her body, those pretty legs!
As she entered the bathtub he also got a quick peek at her young breasts before she sank down into the foamy water, clearly delighted by its gentle caress. At this point, Lester already had a raging hardon.
She hadn't noticed Lester watching her! What a treat it was for him to watch this little indian goddess emerge from the water and then start applying lotion all over her firm young naked body.
He was pretty sure Vidya had entered his den on purpose while he was jacking off to porn. She was obviously curious about men and sexuality, being a citizen of a (Mr Burnham believed) sexually repressed country. She had fled at once, though. Her shyness had probably overcome her curiosity. Give it time and she would come around.
Lost in this reverie, Lester didn't realise his left leg had started cramping up until he tried to straighten up, lost balance and fell towards the bathroom door. The door slammed shut with a loud bang as Lesters full weight bore down on it. Shit!
