Rekha had never cared for walls.
At first, she used them to hold herself together.Then she used them to contain her lust.Now, the walls weren't enough to hold back her craving.
It was a Wednesday.
The sun was bright.The air thick with the smell of sweat and hope.
Rekha stepped into the elevator of the building.Naked underneath a black silk robe, she pressed the button for the top floor.The door slid closed.Her hands began to shake.
But this time?This time, the shaking was purposeful.
She slid the robe off her shoulder.Let it fall slowly, slowly, until it pooled at her feet.
And then?She spread her legs.
Eyes open.Tongue wetting her lips.
Her fingers moved slowly, deliberately, up her inner thigh.She breathed. Softly. Quietly.The building hummed around her.
The elevator stopped between floors.
And she moaned.
Not a whisper.
But a **loud, **deliberate moan.
A cry from deep within her.
The sound echoed in the still, sterile space.
Her finger slid into her cunt.Slow.Deep.Too deep.She screamed.
The door slid open on the fifth floor.
A man stood in front of her.Suit. Tie. Eyes wide.
He froze.Staring at her.
Her fingers still inside.Her cunt still dripping.
She didn't stop.She didn't move.
Just looked at him.Eyes dark.Pupils wide.
He stepped inside the elevator.Trembling.And then?
He knelt.
Without a word, he pulled her hand away.Sucked her fingers clean.
She gasped.
Then he kissed her clit.And kissed it hard.As if he was hungry.
She moaned again.Louder.
The elevator door closed behind him.
She came.Right there.In the open.In front of a stranger.Not once, but twice.
She pulled away.Licked her lips.Tasted herself.Tasted his submission.
The door opened.Her hand gripped his face.
"You're welcome," she whispered.
He stood up, disoriented, but tried to speak.She silenced him with a finger pressed against his lips.Then she walked out.
The elevator door closed.
And Rekha smiled.
She wasn't done.
That was just the beginning.
The next day, Rekha walked into the Golkonda Bazaar.A popular market near Charminar.Hot. Busy. Overcrowded.
She was dressed in a tight red dress.No underwear.Her cunt was still wet from last night's fuck.
She could feel the heat between her legs with every step.
She walked through the stalls.Stopped in front of the spice vendor.Fingers brushed against her cunt.Just a quick touch.A tease.
She moaned.Just loud enough for him to hear.For the man selling saffron.
His eyes locked onto hers.He didn't move.
Rekha moved closer.Pushed her hip against him.He froze.His breath stilled.
She rubbed herself against him.Slowly.The scent of cumin and turmeric filled the air.Her breath came quick.
She let her fingers dance down her neck, across her chest,Then back to her cunt.She moaned again.Louder. Deeper.
A hand brushed the back of her neck.
She turned.
It was him.Her invisible lover.
But now, his face was visible.He was there.He was real.
And he kissed her.Hard.No mercy.
His hand slid down, gripped her breasts, and squeezed.Her body responded.She kissed him back, harder.Then pulled his hand down, guiding it to her cunt.
He didn't ask.He didn't need to.
He shoved a finger inside her.And the world disappeared.
Rekha grabbed him.Sucked his cock without hesitation.Tasted him.Like he was the air.
And then, he took her.Right there.In the bazaar.
No walls.No shame.
Just the two of them.Fucking like the world was a hunger.
When it was over, she stood.Her body still shaking.Clothes half on.
She turned to the crowd.The shocked faces.
"I don't fuck in private anymore," she said.And walked out.
The world hadn't seen anything yet.
But Rekha had started to change it.
She started touching herself in public more often.
At the train station.In the crowded streets.In the parks.
And every time, the world responded.People watched.People gasped.Some began to jerk off without shame.
Her body was now public property.
But not in the way anyone expected.
And Beloved?
He was still there.
Still haunting her.
But now, when she called to him,he came not as a ghost.
But as everyone's desire.
She didn't care anymore.
Her cunt was their temple.
And every moan she made?Was a prayer to the unseen god.