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It was winter break at the community college. Nikhil was staying for a while at his dad's townhouse in the county. The top floor was the sleeping area, the second was the living area, and the ground floor was nothing more than a one-car garage and a storage room. He had his own room. His father Madan was at a conference at a hotel down by the airport. His parents were growing distant but with no bad feelings for each other. They had been trying separation for less than a year, but they stuck together when it came to supporting their young adults Nishi and Nikhil.
It was late December afternoon. He had the house to himself but he was starting to get hungry. The opening garage door made the floor gently rumble. He looked out the glass patio doors. His dad's SUV was here. He saw his dad getting out of it. There seemed to be someone with him. From up here he couldn't make out who. He walked over and turned the TV on, hoping that whoever it was, they brought food.
The door opened between the garage and the ground floor storage. He heard his dad's voice, the sounds of shoes and shopping bags and a woman's voice too. All of this sound was now tramping up the stairs to the main floor. He walked over to see. Madan was in his suit. With him was a similarly dressed-up Asian woman. She saw him and smiled.
Nick walked over to help with the grocery bags. "Nikhil," his father said, "this is Aminah. Say hello," he continued with a hopeful tone in his voice.
"Hi," said Nick, "Mina, did you say?"
"Aminah," they corrected in unison.
"Nikhil! Hi, darling!" said the woman with an accent which told him immediately that once she may have come from Pacific Asia but she was still a Baltimore local. She reached out with both hands at arms' length and held each of his elbows for a second before moving her fingertips slowly down his forearms to hold both of his hands. Her warm gaze never left his and it made Nick feel warm all over. He felt himself smile. At that moment he decided he didn't care who this woman was or where she came from or why she was here, he was just glad she was here.
Aminah Daud was 45 years old. Both of her parents were from Malaysia. Her dad was Indian and her mom Chinese. When Aminah was a child they immigrated to western Maryland, where her parents still lived and worked. Aminah worked as a paralegal. It was Madan who invited her to the statewide lawyers' conference. She and her husband had divorced, but not before the marriage produced its only child, a girl, Sanoh, 23 years ago. Having graduated from Frostburg State, Sanoh now lived deep in the city, where she worked her first junior lawyer job.
On this winter evening Aminah wore a red turtleneck sweater dress that ended teasingly, just where a miniskirt would have. Her black stockings ended at her matte finish dress pumps. From around her turtleneck dangled a few unmatched necklaces and she wore similar bracelets on her wrists. She had pinned her deep brown hair up for the right air of professionalism, but like her thick black scholarly eyeglass frames, her pretty bangs asserted her style. To Nick, she looked closer to his age than to his dad's. Nick thought she probably got mistaken for her own daughter's sister, all the time, just like Priya did with Nick. Thanks to the dry winter air, Aminah still smelled good despite being at a conference all afternoon. Nick noticed how the red sweater dress flattered her shapely, full, healthy bustline, and while she moved around the small kitchen, he caught himself looking at the way her sweater dress teased her shapely bottom.
There were a few shopping bags. A couple of large paper bags from the CompleteEats gourmet organic grocery store, from a wine store came a bottle of red wine and a clear bottle of sparkly water, and a small paper bag from a popular drug store chain - just like the one his mom had, he noticed. "Nikhil? Hungry?" asked Aminah, rooting thru the grocery bags.
"Kind of, yes," he replied. "Please just call me Nick."
"Nick! Then you are in for a treat, Nick," she said.
"We're having Malaysian," his father said. "Doesn't that sound nice?"
Nick nodded.
"Tell Aminah that sounds nice!" his father added sternly for no reason.
"That sounds really nice," said Nick flatly to Aminah, which made her laugh.
Over dinner the three of them chatted about Nick's school life, about the conference and about life around yozgat escort (http://www.gercekescortlar.com/ad-category/yozgat-escort/) Baltimore, including their Ravens football season expectations. As Nick grew comfortable with Aminah he grew more talkative. He was hungry and it helped that he was really enjoying her cooking. Over dinner his dad stayed mostly expressionless and didn't say much, but then that was his dad most of the time anyway.
"Going out for the evening?" Madan asked Nikhil, trying not to sound hopeful. Having already put on coffee, Aminah insisted on clearing the table by herself as she prepared their cheesecake.
Nick shrugged. "Meeting friends, probably."
"Need any money?" his father asked. This was a way of expressing approval. If he preferred Nick stay home and study then he would have asked if how his studes were going.
Nick shrugged again. This was his way of saying he has money but he would gladly accept donations. Still with no expression, Madan pulled his wallet from his pocket, opened it, and gave Nick several twenties, without counting them. Nick's eyes widened and he said "Thanks! I guess I'll head out soon. Give you some peace and quiet after work."
He walked up the stairs to the townhouse's third floor. Up here was a tiny room for laundry and storage and two bedrooms with their own full bathrooms. He could hear them talking downstairs, and the sound of the TV. In his sock feet he slowly walked down the short hallway to his dad's bedroom. Without being fully aware that he was doing it, he was observing what parts of the floor creaked. He didn't weigh much and it was a fairly new house, so the floor hardly creaked. He looked in. Two table lamps were on. On the bed were both of their softside travel bags.
Half an hour later he opened the door to his bedroom and turned off the light and walked downstairs, freshly washed and dressed, eager to meet a few of his school friends at a downtown coffeeshop. The whole main floor had just two lamps on now, one light over the kitchen sink, and one corner lamp in the living room where his dad and Aminah were side by side on the couch, watching what looked like a documentary, with the volume turned down soft. On the coffee table stood a wine glass and a glass of soda water.
"Heading out with your friends?" Aminah called before Nick could come say good evening.
"I am. It was super nice to meet you. No need to get up," he said, as Aminah stood up from the couch and approached him with her arms open. Yet with her warm smile which was already familiar to him, she embraced him gently, pressing the side of her face against the side of his. "You're a sweet young man and I can see why your father is proud of you. Thank you for having me here, in your home!"
"Oh please," he demurred, "You are welcome here anytime!" he said, and meant it.
"Have a good time tonight!" she whispered conspiratorially.
"Drive carefully, Nikhil," his father cautioned. It was his way of saying good evening.
He padded down to the ground floor, pulled his shoes on, closed the garage door behind him, piled into his hand-me-down sedan, and puttered into the cold night.
Up in the dim lit living room with the TV sound still low, Aminah waited until they could both hear the garage door close. She clasped hands with Madan before closing her eyes and moving in for a kiss. "Very nice dinner," he said softly. "Thank you," she almost whispered. "Just simple things," she added. He saw her looking at the clock on the wall over the TV. "Shall we go to bed?" he asked. She nodded without smiling then kissed him again. As he reached for the remote to turn off the TV, she stood up, gathered both glasses and walked them to the sink. He went to wait for her at the base of the stairs, looking, just like his son did, at the part of her red sweater dress that gently squeezed and shook her bottom as she washed the glasses.
Aminah filled one glass half-full with cold water and joined Madan at the base of the stairs. He let her walk up first. She walked up the flight of stairs making sure not to spill any of the water. He followed her, both protectively and admiring the view. The top floor was dark except for the light from the two lamps in his bedroom and the light from the street lamp on the corner outside. While she stood there with the glass of cold water, he opened his suitcase, found his bathroom kit, unzipped it and with his fingers yozgat escort bayan (http://www.gercekescortlar.com/ad-category/yozgat-escort/) pulled out a tiny sealable plastic bag containing a dozen pills. He pulled one out with an index finger and thumb and showed it to the woman. She handed him the glass of water. He washed down the pill, then handed her back the glass. She smiled, drank the rest of the water, placed the empty glass on the dressing table, and embraced him. "Go ahead, you shower first," she said. As he started unbuttoning his dress shirt while heading to the bathroom, she took his shoes in one hand and her own shoes in the other, placed them outside the door and facing the door, then shut and locked the door.
The bathroom slowly steamed up as Madan enjoyed this hot soapy shower he had been looking forward to since the conference ended this afternoon. Without her eyeglasses, Aminah came into the bathroom and smiled a little at the blurry sight of Madan's naked bottom thru the shower's glass door before lifting the toilet lid, lifting the hem of her sweater dress, pulling her hose and panties down and sitting on the toilet. As she began to pee she made sure Madan was vigorously shampooing first so he wouldn't hear her pass gas. She pulled a length of tissue paper, wadded it up, held the wad in her folded hands and enjoyed the night view of the neighborhood square outside the window next to her, all lit by street lamps.
Nick had the university's rock radio station turned up but not so loud that he would be distracted. Even though it was a Saturday there was not much traffic on the roads, probably because it was both wintertime and late at night. Not for the last time in this story, he turned off the headlights of his secondhand sedan as he pulled up to the curb near the townhouse instead of parking in the driveway. Motor off, he got out and shut the door gently. It really was quiet out here. The ground floor was dark. The second floor was dark too except for the light over the kitchen sink. He removed his shoes and in stocking feet walked as quietly as possible up the unlit stairs. The hallway was dark. At his dad's bedroom door were two pairs of shoes. They were paired up neatly, each pair facing the door from an angle. His shoes and hers, he noticed. A dim line of light came from under the door.
Inside the bedroom the only light on was the lamp on the nightstand on Madan's side of the bed. Also on the nightstand was an expensive clock radio, an opened new box of tissues, an opened new box of condoms and an open, empty wrapper of the condom that the couple were using right now.
After an unrushed session of kissing and playing with each other, during which time Madan fully enjoyed squeezing and teasing and playing with Aminah's full round breasts and Aminah fully enjoyed teasing Madan's sex to full erection before placing a condom properly on him, Madan had placed Aminah slowly and gently on her back at the foot of the bed, then rested her heels on his shoulders. The medicine helped make him nice and hard.
In some ways he may have been an inattentive husband to Priya but now Aminah was receiving the benefit of his being an attentive lover. Aminah grimaced in pleasure and moaned once as he pushed his sex into hers. He began flexing his hips in a slow rhythm, penetrating this sweet mom of her own young adult, at times exhaling to keep control, other times murmuring in pleasure, his hands randomly squeezing Aminah's breasts.
Madan's work was to pleasure her as intensely as he could, while enjoying his own pleasure but drawing it out as long as possible and keeping his release at bay. It wasn't easy - he had postponed any release for days. In this dark room he thought of watching her earlier in the day, in her smart outfit, talking to people at the convention. Aminah had her eyes closed and was not smiling. She had her own work now. She shoo'd away images of her mother and her daughter, side by side and holding hands on Madan's couch as they watched her in this bedroom, her mother's face stern and disapproving, her daughter's face hopeful and encouraging.
Outside this bedroom door, Nikhil had returned a while ago. Expertly working in the near dark, making no sound at all, he changed into his pajamas and prepared to crash out in bed. But before climbing in, he opened his bedroom door and gazed down the hallway at the two pairs of shoes on the floor in front of the other escort yozgat (http://www.gercekescortlar.com/ad-category/yozgat-escort/) bedroom door. Using his knowledge of where to step to keep the floor from making any sound, he crept closer to that door. He was faintly aware of the sound of his father and his father's girlfriend having sex. He could hear the gentle rhythm of the bed moving, and Aminah making sounds like he was hurting her.
"Wow, Dad..." he whispered to himself, "what are you doing to her?" Heart pounded and he himself became aroused. He wasn't about to relieve the tension out here in the dark hallway, but Aminah's mystery surrounded him. He tried to connect the sounds he was overhearing with his first encounter with her: She reached out with both hands at arms' length and held each of his elbows for a second before moving her fingertips slowly down his forearms to hold both of his hands. Her warm gaze never left his and it made Nick feel warm all over.
As silently as ever, he padded into his bedroom, shut the door and locked it. His one small reading lamp still clicked, but he would have to risk it. With the light of that overhead reading lamp he pulled off his socks, hoodie, jogging pants then finally his socks. He kept on his tee shirt and boxer briefs, now vaguely disgusted at his erection, like having a different opinion about something than your body has. He was tired. Still feeling the chill of the weather outside, he climbed into bed, pulled the comforter over his head and fell right to sleep.
It was winter break. There was no class to wake up for, no homework assignment to complete. He was woken by the vague clamor of conversation in the other bedroom and by the sunlight in his eyes, winter late morning sunlight coming thru the blinds. After peeing with one eye open then washing the sleep out of his face he opened his door and walked into the hallway. There was a light blue sticky on his door with his dad's handwriting on it: "Nick- I went to the office. Breakfast downstairs. -Dad". He peeled the sticky off his door and left it on his desk. He figured Aminah went with him. He pulled his clothes back on from the night before and walked downstairs.
On the kitchen counter was a takeout coffee cup holder with one cup of takeout coffee in it and next to that a large white paper bag of bagels and muffins. The powder room door was shut. He knocked a couple of times and Aminah's voice called "Hello!"
"Hi Aminah," he confirmed.
"Is it Nikhil?" she asked.
"Yes, it's me," he further confirmed.
He could kind of tell what she was doing by the quiet coming from inside and the fan running. Then the floor began to quietly rumble as the garage door opened. Nick walked back to the kitchen and started putting together his coffee and a bagel. By the time the microwave oven beeped his father had reappeared at the stairs, now unshaven and wearing athleisure. "Hey Nick. Did you take some coffee and bagel?" As he said he did, Aminah appeared next to him with a big smile and hugged him from the side as if to say good morning. Her hair now flowed freely, here were the scholarly eyeglass frames again and she was now dressed in jeans and a maroon colored long sleeve tee shirt. To Nick she still looked amazing, still looking like she could be his sister, not a middle-aged woman. He thought to himself: is this what a grown woman is like when she's had sex last night?
While the grownups stayed in the kitchen he took his hot coffee and bagel and cream cheese and sat at the TV room coffee table. First she then he went upstairs. Nick pretended to be interested in whatever was on TV at noon on Saturday while he waited to he whether there was more sex going on, but there wasn't. Before long one but not the other suitcase had reappeared on this floor. Aminah's. They both came over first to say that he was taking her to the airport. "So nice to meet you, Nikhil!" chirped Aminah. "You're even quieter than your sister!" He only smiled a little and shrugged. "Well thank you for hanging out," he managed. Madan gave her the key to his SUV and told her to just go unlock it and sit inside. He would bring her suitcase.
After she went downstairs, Madan came back over to Nikhil in the living room wearing an oddly humble posture and expression. He ran a hand thru the boy's shaggy mop, which needed cleaning. "Thanks for being a good host," he said. Nick didn't look at him but did make a face that said 'Sure! No problem at all!' as he said "Sure! No problem at all." Madan smiled now, his expression shifting from humility to relief. There was a beat of comfortable silence, then he turned to take the suitcase and go. He paused, leaning out of the stairway, and said, "Tell your mother I'll come home after my Atlanta trip."
It was late December afternoon. He had the house to himself but he was starting to get hungry. The opening garage door made the floor gently rumble. He looked out the glass patio doors. His dad's SUV was here. He saw his dad getting out of it. There seemed to be someone with him. From up here he couldn't make out who. He walked over and turned the TV on, hoping that whoever it was, they brought food.
The door opened between the garage and the ground floor storage. He heard his dad's voice, the sounds of shoes and shopping bags and a woman's voice too. All of this sound was now tramping up the stairs to the main floor. He walked over to see. Madan was in his suit. With him was a similarly dressed-up Asian woman. She saw him and smiled.
Nick walked over to help with the grocery bags. "Nikhil," his father said, "this is Aminah. Say hello," he continued with a hopeful tone in his voice.
"Hi," said Nick, "Mina, did you say?"
"Aminah," they corrected in unison.
"Nikhil! Hi, darling!" said the woman with an accent which told him immediately that once she may have come from Pacific Asia but she was still a Baltimore local. She reached out with both hands at arms' length and held each of his elbows for a second before moving her fingertips slowly down his forearms to hold both of his hands. Her warm gaze never left his and it made Nick feel warm all over. He felt himself smile. At that moment he decided he didn't care who this woman was or where she came from or why she was here, he was just glad she was here.
Aminah Daud was 45 years old. Both of her parents were from Malaysia. Her dad was Indian and her mom Chinese. When Aminah was a child they immigrated to western Maryland, where her parents still lived and worked. Aminah worked as a paralegal. It was Madan who invited her to the statewide lawyers' conference. She and her husband had divorced, but not before the marriage produced its only child, a girl, Sanoh, 23 years ago. Having graduated from Frostburg State, Sanoh now lived deep in the city, where she worked her first junior lawyer job.
On this winter evening Aminah wore a red turtleneck sweater dress that ended teasingly, just where a miniskirt would have. Her black stockings ended at her matte finish dress pumps. From around her turtleneck dangled a few unmatched necklaces and she wore similar bracelets on her wrists. She had pinned her deep brown hair up for the right air of professionalism, but like her thick black scholarly eyeglass frames, her pretty bangs asserted her style. To Nick, she looked closer to his age than to his dad's. Nick thought she probably got mistaken for her own daughter's sister, all the time, just like Priya did with Nick. Thanks to the dry winter air, Aminah still smelled good despite being at a conference all afternoon. Nick noticed how the red sweater dress flattered her shapely, full, healthy bustline, and while she moved around the small kitchen, he caught himself looking at the way her sweater dress teased her shapely bottom.
There were a few shopping bags. A couple of large paper bags from the CompleteEats gourmet organic grocery store, from a wine store came a bottle of red wine and a clear bottle of sparkly water, and a small paper bag from a popular drug store chain - just like the one his mom had, he noticed. "Nikhil? Hungry?" asked Aminah, rooting thru the grocery bags.
"Kind of, yes," he replied. "Please just call me Nick."
"Nick! Then you are in for a treat, Nick," she said.
"We're having Malaysian," his father said. "Doesn't that sound nice?"
Nick nodded.
"Tell Aminah that sounds nice!" his father added sternly for no reason.
"That sounds really nice," said Nick flatly to Aminah, which made her laugh.
Over dinner the three of them chatted about Nick's school life, about the conference and about life around yozgat escort (http://www.gercekescortlar.com/ad-category/yozgat-escort/) Baltimore, including their Ravens football season expectations. As Nick grew comfortable with Aminah he grew more talkative. He was hungry and it helped that he was really enjoying her cooking. Over dinner his dad stayed mostly expressionless and didn't say much, but then that was his dad most of the time anyway.
"Going out for the evening?" Madan asked Nikhil, trying not to sound hopeful. Having already put on coffee, Aminah insisted on clearing the table by herself as she prepared their cheesecake.
Nick shrugged. "Meeting friends, probably."
"Need any money?" his father asked. This was a way of expressing approval. If he preferred Nick stay home and study then he would have asked if how his studes were going.
Nick shrugged again. This was his way of saying he has money but he would gladly accept donations. Still with no expression, Madan pulled his wallet from his pocket, opened it, and gave Nick several twenties, without counting them. Nick's eyes widened and he said "Thanks! I guess I'll head out soon. Give you some peace and quiet after work."
He walked up the stairs to the townhouse's third floor. Up here was a tiny room for laundry and storage and two bedrooms with their own full bathrooms. He could hear them talking downstairs, and the sound of the TV. In his sock feet he slowly walked down the short hallway to his dad's bedroom. Without being fully aware that he was doing it, he was observing what parts of the floor creaked. He didn't weigh much and it was a fairly new house, so the floor hardly creaked. He looked in. Two table lamps were on. On the bed were both of their softside travel bags.
Half an hour later he opened the door to his bedroom and turned off the light and walked downstairs, freshly washed and dressed, eager to meet a few of his school friends at a downtown coffeeshop. The whole main floor had just two lamps on now, one light over the kitchen sink, and one corner lamp in the living room where his dad and Aminah were side by side on the couch, watching what looked like a documentary, with the volume turned down soft. On the coffee table stood a wine glass and a glass of soda water.
"Heading out with your friends?" Aminah called before Nick could come say good evening.
"I am. It was super nice to meet you. No need to get up," he said, as Aminah stood up from the couch and approached him with her arms open. Yet with her warm smile which was already familiar to him, she embraced him gently, pressing the side of her face against the side of his. "You're a sweet young man and I can see why your father is proud of you. Thank you for having me here, in your home!"
"Oh please," he demurred, "You are welcome here anytime!" he said, and meant it.
"Have a good time tonight!" she whispered conspiratorially.
"Drive carefully, Nikhil," his father cautioned. It was his way of saying good evening.
He padded down to the ground floor, pulled his shoes on, closed the garage door behind him, piled into his hand-me-down sedan, and puttered into the cold night.
Up in the dim lit living room with the TV sound still low, Aminah waited until they could both hear the garage door close. She clasped hands with Madan before closing her eyes and moving in for a kiss. "Very nice dinner," he said softly. "Thank you," she almost whispered. "Just simple things," she added. He saw her looking at the clock on the wall over the TV. "Shall we go to bed?" he asked. She nodded without smiling then kissed him again. As he reached for the remote to turn off the TV, she stood up, gathered both glasses and walked them to the sink. He went to wait for her at the base of the stairs, looking, just like his son did, at the part of her red sweater dress that gently squeezed and shook her bottom as she washed the glasses.
Aminah filled one glass half-full with cold water and joined Madan at the base of the stairs. He let her walk up first. She walked up the flight of stairs making sure not to spill any of the water. He followed her, both protectively and admiring the view. The top floor was dark except for the light from the two lamps in his bedroom and the light from the street lamp on the corner outside. While she stood there with the glass of cold water, he opened his suitcase, found his bathroom kit, unzipped it and with his fingers yozgat escort bayan (http://www.gercekescortlar.com/ad-category/yozgat-escort/) pulled out a tiny sealable plastic bag containing a dozen pills. He pulled one out with an index finger and thumb and showed it to the woman. She handed him the glass of water. He washed down the pill, then handed her back the glass. She smiled, drank the rest of the water, placed the empty glass on the dressing table, and embraced him. "Go ahead, you shower first," she said. As he started unbuttoning his dress shirt while heading to the bathroom, she took his shoes in one hand and her own shoes in the other, placed them outside the door and facing the door, then shut and locked the door.
The bathroom slowly steamed up as Madan enjoyed this hot soapy shower he had been looking forward to since the conference ended this afternoon. Without her eyeglasses, Aminah came into the bathroom and smiled a little at the blurry sight of Madan's naked bottom thru the shower's glass door before lifting the toilet lid, lifting the hem of her sweater dress, pulling her hose and panties down and sitting on the toilet. As she began to pee she made sure Madan was vigorously shampooing first so he wouldn't hear her pass gas. She pulled a length of tissue paper, wadded it up, held the wad in her folded hands and enjoyed the night view of the neighborhood square outside the window next to her, all lit by street lamps.
Nick had the university's rock radio station turned up but not so loud that he would be distracted. Even though it was a Saturday there was not much traffic on the roads, probably because it was both wintertime and late at night. Not for the last time in this story, he turned off the headlights of his secondhand sedan as he pulled up to the curb near the townhouse instead of parking in the driveway. Motor off, he got out and shut the door gently. It really was quiet out here. The ground floor was dark. The second floor was dark too except for the light over the kitchen sink. He removed his shoes and in stocking feet walked as quietly as possible up the unlit stairs. The hallway was dark. At his dad's bedroom door were two pairs of shoes. They were paired up neatly, each pair facing the door from an angle. His shoes and hers, he noticed. A dim line of light came from under the door.
Inside the bedroom the only light on was the lamp on the nightstand on Madan's side of the bed. Also on the nightstand was an expensive clock radio, an opened new box of tissues, an opened new box of condoms and an open, empty wrapper of the condom that the couple were using right now.
After an unrushed session of kissing and playing with each other, during which time Madan fully enjoyed squeezing and teasing and playing with Aminah's full round breasts and Aminah fully enjoyed teasing Madan's sex to full erection before placing a condom properly on him, Madan had placed Aminah slowly and gently on her back at the foot of the bed, then rested her heels on his shoulders. The medicine helped make him nice and hard.
In some ways he may have been an inattentive husband to Priya but now Aminah was receiving the benefit of his being an attentive lover. Aminah grimaced in pleasure and moaned once as he pushed his sex into hers. He began flexing his hips in a slow rhythm, penetrating this sweet mom of her own young adult, at times exhaling to keep control, other times murmuring in pleasure, his hands randomly squeezing Aminah's breasts.
Madan's work was to pleasure her as intensely as he could, while enjoying his own pleasure but drawing it out as long as possible and keeping his release at bay. It wasn't easy - he had postponed any release for days. In this dark room he thought of watching her earlier in the day, in her smart outfit, talking to people at the convention. Aminah had her eyes closed and was not smiling. She had her own work now. She shoo'd away images of her mother and her daughter, side by side and holding hands on Madan's couch as they watched her in this bedroom, her mother's face stern and disapproving, her daughter's face hopeful and encouraging.
Outside this bedroom door, Nikhil had returned a while ago. Expertly working in the near dark, making no sound at all, he changed into his pajamas and prepared to crash out in bed. But before climbing in, he opened his bedroom door and gazed down the hallway at the two pairs of shoes on the floor in front of the other escort yozgat (http://www.gercekescortlar.com/ad-category/yozgat-escort/) bedroom door. Using his knowledge of where to step to keep the floor from making any sound, he crept closer to that door. He was faintly aware of the sound of his father and his father's girlfriend having sex. He could hear the gentle rhythm of the bed moving, and Aminah making sounds like he was hurting her.
"Wow, Dad..." he whispered to himself, "what are you doing to her?" Heart pounded and he himself became aroused. He wasn't about to relieve the tension out here in the dark hallway, but Aminah's mystery surrounded him. He tried to connect the sounds he was overhearing with his first encounter with her: She reached out with both hands at arms' length and held each of his elbows for a second before moving her fingertips slowly down his forearms to hold both of his hands. Her warm gaze never left his and it made Nick feel warm all over.
As silently as ever, he padded into his bedroom, shut the door and locked it. His one small reading lamp still clicked, but he would have to risk it. With the light of that overhead reading lamp he pulled off his socks, hoodie, jogging pants then finally his socks. He kept on his tee shirt and boxer briefs, now vaguely disgusted at his erection, like having a different opinion about something than your body has. He was tired. Still feeling the chill of the weather outside, he climbed into bed, pulled the comforter over his head and fell right to sleep.
It was winter break. There was no class to wake up for, no homework assignment to complete. He was woken by the vague clamor of conversation in the other bedroom and by the sunlight in his eyes, winter late morning sunlight coming thru the blinds. After peeing with one eye open then washing the sleep out of his face he opened his door and walked into the hallway. There was a light blue sticky on his door with his dad's handwriting on it: "Nick- I went to the office. Breakfast downstairs. -Dad". He peeled the sticky off his door and left it on his desk. He figured Aminah went with him. He pulled his clothes back on from the night before and walked downstairs.
On the kitchen counter was a takeout coffee cup holder with one cup of takeout coffee in it and next to that a large white paper bag of bagels and muffins. The powder room door was shut. He knocked a couple of times and Aminah's voice called "Hello!"
"Hi Aminah," he confirmed.
"Is it Nikhil?" she asked.
"Yes, it's me," he further confirmed.
He could kind of tell what she was doing by the quiet coming from inside and the fan running. Then the floor began to quietly rumble as the garage door opened. Nick walked back to the kitchen and started putting together his coffee and a bagel. By the time the microwave oven beeped his father had reappeared at the stairs, now unshaven and wearing athleisure. "Hey Nick. Did you take some coffee and bagel?" As he said he did, Aminah appeared next to him with a big smile and hugged him from the side as if to say good morning. Her hair now flowed freely, here were the scholarly eyeglass frames again and she was now dressed in jeans and a maroon colored long sleeve tee shirt. To Nick she still looked amazing, still looking like she could be his sister, not a middle-aged woman. He thought to himself: is this what a grown woman is like when she's had sex last night?
While the grownups stayed in the kitchen he took his hot coffee and bagel and cream cheese and sat at the TV room coffee table. First she then he went upstairs. Nick pretended to be interested in whatever was on TV at noon on Saturday while he waited to he whether there was more sex going on, but there wasn't. Before long one but not the other suitcase had reappeared on this floor. Aminah's. They both came over first to say that he was taking her to the airport. "So nice to meet you, Nikhil!" chirped Aminah. "You're even quieter than your sister!" He only smiled a little and shrugged. "Well thank you for hanging out," he managed. Madan gave her the key to his SUV and told her to just go unlock it and sit inside. He would bring her suitcase.
After she went downstairs, Madan came back over to Nikhil in the living room wearing an oddly humble posture and expression. He ran a hand thru the boy's shaggy mop, which needed cleaning. "Thanks for being a good host," he said. Nick didn't look at him but did make a face that said 'Sure! No problem at all!' as he said "Sure! No problem at all." Madan smiled now, his expression shifting from humility to relief. There was a beat of comfortable silence, then he turned to take the suitcase and go. He paused, leaning out of the stairway, and said, "Tell your mother I'll come home after my Atlanta trip."