Locked Out

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A mother daughter duo's ordeal, locked out of the apartment.
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"Gimme the key!" she said holding her hand out. Raising her entire arm up to slide the pallu of her saree to her shoulders along with the bag hanging under her arm.

"I don't have the key." Said Anjali. "You do." Standing in a saree as well shuffling in her place the same as the other woman. Digging through her bag looking for the key.

"Well... I don't have the key!" she said. Confused for a moment before she started digging through her bag, searching for the key.

"Well then who has the key?" Anjali asked.

"I don't know, I thought you did." She said confused. "And why would you think that I would have the key?"

"Coz you were walking up front like you always did." Anjali snapped back.

"Okay so how are we supposed to get in?" she asked annoyed by the back and forth.

"Mom! What are we going to do?" Anjali asked.

"Ugh!" grunted the woman when a door opened from down the hall. "We need to call someone to get us in the house."

"It's almost midnight. Who could we call?" asked Anjali.

"What about your friend? Chris, was it? He's an engineer, right?" said the woman.

"MOM! Picking locks, is not what engineers do!" spoke Anjali, her upper lip curled in disdain.

"You ladies, okay? Need any help?" came deep masculine voice from behind them.

The two women turned to see two white men standing dressed clean in t-shirt jackets and a hat.

Anjali smiled and pulled the pallu back up to her shoulders. "Hi." She mimed fidgeting in her placed.

"Hai" smiled the woman, bending and leaning in for the pleasantries, "I think we locked ourselves out of the apartment?" she lingered off, trying to seem clumsy.

"Oh, isn't that a bitch!" laughed one of the guys, laughing softly getting Anjali's attention. "I'm Eric!" he said offering his hand to Anjali.

"I'm Steve!" said the other one offering his hand to Anjali's mom.

She took Steve's hand and noticed how giddy Anjali stood shaking Eric's hand not saying a word.

"Hi! This is, Anjali." She said breaking the awkward silence pointing at Anjali, and continued, "And I'm her mother."

"Mother!?" said Steve clearly in shock. "No way!"

She blushed at his expression and shook her head, "I get that a lot." She laughed at her own joke.

"As you should" he spoke openly, "You're way too cute to be a mom!" spoke Steve. Having realized what, he said moments after he's said it. "Sorry! If that was weird."

"Oh no please, don't be. What woman don't like a compliment or two." She giggled awkwardly.

"Oh well in that case, I gotta tell you, you're incredibly gorgeous." He concurred. "And that makes two."

This wasn't the first time she's flirted with strangers. "Oh well...It's always nice to hear that. Especially from young handsome talent." She laughed along. "But not that I don't enjoy such sweet compliment, I gotta ask. Do either one of you happen to be a locksmith?" she sounded playful, but noted her seriousness.

The two guys shared a quick glance and shook their heads in unison, "NO!"

"But, we're actually on our way to a party downtown." Said Eric.

"Yeah, we have a friend who might be there Ricardo, he might know someone who could help you ladies." Said Steve.

"Oh, I don't know... We don't wanna impose." She said and the moment she did Anjali turned with her puppy dog eyes. She saw Anjali and still held her ground, "And I don't think we're dressed right, anyways." She spoke.

"Oh, non-sense." Said Steve. "If anything, we're the ones dressed too casually for a party downtown." Laughed the guys. "You two would blend in just fine. No problem. Please, we insist."

"I don't know." She repeated, holding onto her last straw which was evident to the guys.

"Oh, come on, it's not every day we get to hang out with such gorgeous Indian women." Said Steve taking her hand in his.

She saw the shine in his eyes and especially from the way he was flirting with her, she just couldn't resist. "Oh, what the hell. We'd be stuck out here anyways. We might as well party." She laughed. And locked hands with Steve and saw Anjali do the same with Eric.

Once the cab arrived Steve suggested since there was four of us, that one of us ride shotgun, and Eric should. But the driver intervened and announced that anyone sitting in the front is required to put on the seatbelt, and the one in the front doesn't work.

After much discussion, it was declared that they all would sit back and one of the ladies would have to sit on one of the guys' laps. And Eric was happy to have Anjali on his lap.

The location wasn't far but they couldn't have the women walk to a party. The four of them were crammed in and Eric had his back to the corner of the door and Anjali on top of him diagonally, facing her mother who was in the middle with Steve on the other side. She had her back partially pressed against Steve with his arm around her back over the seat.

"I'm sorry, I didn't get you name." said Steven almost surprised at himself.

"That's coz I didn't give you, my name." she giggled shifting slightly to meet his eyes.

"A cheeky one, aren't you." Said Steve leaning in playfully poking her shoulder.

"I'm known to be a lot more." She giggled chiming in.

"I'd love to know." He said leaning in further.

"You're gonna have to start with just my name." she said.

"Which is?" he quipped.

"Susheela" she said.

"Susheela." He repeated. "That's sounds sweet." He said with a big grinning smile.

"I'm guessing you're not originally from here?" he said.

"NO!" she nodded, "I moved here soon after my marriage with her father. Well actually to Boston." She spoke fidgeting with her bag.

"When did you move into the city?" he asked.

"Soon after the divorce." She said.

"Oh I'm so sorry."

"Don't be." She spoke shaking her head. "This was a very long time ago. Anjali was just a little girl back then."

"So what do you do?"

"I'm a yoga instructor. I have my own studio not far from the apartment." She announced.

"I can tell you keep yourself fit." Spoke Steve candidly.

Susheela smiled, "have you been checking me out, Steven?"

"Would that be a punishable offence?" he chimed back.

"It is." She spoke stern, but held her grin shining clear.

"Well then cuff me and spank some sense into me." He smirked.

"Maybe I will." She giggled and so did he just as the driver pulled up.

Susheela glanced at Anjali and noticed that she was straightening her saree again. She could not believe that Anjali was getting handsy with a guy they just met. The disappointment was evident. But then again, she did feel a connection with Steve. So, she wasn't complaining.

It was an old warehouse and the place was dark with lights flashing and loud music thumping. The girls got in with ease. They waited for the boys at the bar for well over 20 mins before the they actually showed up.

"What happen, what took you guys so long." Asked Susheela leaning into the guys and yelling, with her voice barely heard.

"Lemme go order some drinks." Said Eric as he ordered all of them shots.

They all stepped into the dance floor and things got a lot loose. Steve was vibing with Susheela. Eric and Anjali escaped momentarily out back.

The DJ had lined up a series of music from the 90s and having been the type of music she listened to when she was younger, she danced her ass off. Susheela had the attention of most men dancing around her but her only focus was on the music.

Steve was aware of the attention she had, he watched her dancing with a couple of other guys but she always found her way back to Steve. Soon she was grinding hard against him.

Steve had his face buried down the nape of her neck and her ass grinding against his pelvis bouncing and moving to the base as he held her tight by her thick yet well sculpted waist.

It didn't take long before he let his hands wander and feel the rest of her. As the time passed and the music changed, the distance between the two became nonexistent.

The two shared a kiss on the dance floor and she could sense her moaning through the music and smiled as he broke the kiss. "Wanna another drink?" he quipped grinning.

She nodded and soon he led her by the hand to the bar. Downing the shots the two couldn't keep their hands off each other when the bouncer walked in, he recognized Steve and he immediately grabbed Susheela announced, "We need to run." And before she knew it they were running towards the back of the club, aware from the bar and the bouncers.

They couldn't stop to check if the bouncers were still tailing them but just as they pushed through the emergency exit door in the back they heard a voice calling them out. Turning back Steve noticed that it was the bouncer and they really needed to run.

Running down the hall they found Eric and Anjali leaning against the wall with Eric's hand down the front of her saree as the two made out.

Steve rushed towards them and smacked Eric on the shoulder, "The bouncer, RUN!" she announced. And before they could realize what was going on the four of them were running down the street and towards the subway.

The four of them were laughing hard and running like a bunch of drunk teenagers. Once they made it to the underpass to the Steve made the sure they weren't being followed anymore.

"FUCK That was wild!" announced Susheela.

"Super fucking wild." Joined in Anjali.

"And the thing to focus on is just how fast the mother daughter duo run at the sign of trouble." Laughed Eric as Steve joined in.

Susheela smacked Steve on the arm and laughed yelling, "You said you guys were invited to the party. Not crashing it."

Steve at her smacking his arm and grabbed her by the waist pulling her in front of him. "Technically I just said we were going to a party and you two should join us. We said nothing about being invited what so ever." He said laughing, walking wobbling with both his hands on Susheela's hips as they walked wobbling.

"What are you some kind of a lawyer?" she teased smacking his arm again, reaching around.

"He is!" announced Eric.

"That explains it. You should know I'm way too old to be crashing parties at clubs." Said Susheela.

"Shut up!" said Steve, "I have a sister who's in her early 30s and look much, much older than you. To a stranger, you don't look a day over 27."

"Steve, are you flirting with my mom?" asked Anjali laughing as she wobbled bumping against Eric.

"So, what if I did?" he asked.

"You should know, she's a little crazy." Laughed Anjali.

"Well, you know what they say about crazy women, right?" laughed Eric.

"What?" asked Anjali.

"Never mind." Said Eric and kept his mouth shut.

"What, what do they say about crazy women?" she repeated smacking him on the arm.

Eric ran and she went running chasing after him laughing out loud announcing, "That they're phenomenal in bed."

Hearing him say that Susheela laughed along and smacked Steve on the arm.

"Hey he said that, not me." He spoke defensively.

"But you believe that too, don't you." Said Susheela, smacking his arm again.

"Ouch! Okay you need to stop doing that." He said pinning her against the wall.

"Or what?" she quipped.

Steve couldn't help but grin at the way she taunted him. FUCK the crazy was real. He could only wonder what she would be like in bed. "I'm gonna have to spank you."

She laughed and clawed at his shirt and reeled him against her, "I thought you wanted me to cuff and spank you instead."

"You can try, but you're not gonna get a chance to." He said.

"You really think you can take on a yoga instructor?" she laughed.

"The question actually is, if YOU can take on a lawyer." He laughed along and slipped his hands to her bare waist.

She hissed at the cold tough of his fingers. "Your fucking fingers are way too cold." She hissed.

"You've got a very dirty mouth." He said inching closer.

"So." She hissed.

"A really good spanking is due." He said squeezing her breast over her blouse. "FUCK! Your tits are huge" he declared.

"Good observation." She laughed. "Is that all?" she quipped.

"What more are you expecting?" he quipped.

"Plenty more." She hissed.

"Having groped her tits his fingers weren't as cold anymore. He slipped them back down her hips and down the front of her saree.

"You're treading on dangerous waters." She announced.

"Dangerous waters?" he quipped, "So you're wet already?" he paused as his fingers delved deeper and a grin crowned both their lips in unison. "Jackpot!"

And with that their lips engulfed each other and the two embraced in a passionate kiss moaning and writhing against each other passionately as his fingers worked her cunt like a toy.

As he picked up the pace, she pushed him off her lips and took a moment to catch her breath. "WHAT?" he asked.

"Are you sure you wanna start with me?" she asked genuinely wondering.

"Shut up!" he said locking his lips with hers once again and forcefully finger fucked her to an orgasm as she moaned into his mouth, writhing in passion quivering all over him. Her fingers fluttering like a butterfly. The sound of her bangle chiming, echoed loud down the cold under pass.

"FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCKFUUUUUUCCCKK!!! You bastard!" she announced as she orgasmed on his fingers. As the evidence of her orgasm ran down her legs and left a pool on the filthy ground.

Steve made some room pulled his fingers back and slapped her cunt once jolting her. "What the fuck are you doing?" she quipped grabbing his arm.

"Just letting that cunt know who owns it tonight." He announced as she smacked another kiss and wobbled to the station.

The two made out like a couple of teenagers on the ride back freely groping each other on the empty train.

Susheela finally remembered her and looked around to find her on her knees with her face buried on Eric's lap, bobbing to an obvious motion.

"Susheela's really has a nice ring to it." He said on the walk back to the apartment.

"Thanks." She said.

"Do you have a nick name?" he asked her.

"Sush? Maybe?" he laughed.

"No, it was Sheela." She laughed along.

"I think I like Sush better. Sounds a lot like tush." He laughed.

"Are you comparing my name to a slang for ass?" she asked grinning at him.

"Yes!" he spoke boldly.

"You're an asshole for doing that." She said laughing.

"I don't care. Tusheela." He laughed, grabbing her ass.

She smacked his hands off her and yelled, "SHUT UP!"

"Make me!" he said running away from her, just as they neared the apartment.

Susheela chased him to the apartment and once they were in the door. He grabbed hold of her and pinned her against the wall and locked his lips to hers, kissing her passionately. He broke the kiss and announced, "Susheela, I'm gonna tear that ass open with my big white cock."

He grabbed her by the hand and yanked her along up the stairs before he pushed through the door and the two moaned and kissing, and shedding their clothes as they fumbled to his bedroom.

The entire neighborhood heard Susheela's voice and knew exactly who she was with. Susheela screamed so loud, stray cat came up to the window to witness.

The next morning, she woke up to a numb pussy, beat red and her knees still too weak to walk. She found her saree spread across the floor. Her blouse on the ceiling fan. The bra over the night stand and her panties still wet in a ball on the floor in the corner.

She blushed like a bride on the morning after consummating her marriage. She could not contain the sheer joy she was in from the many, many orgasms she endured last night.

She slipped on the t-shirt Steve had on the night before and stepped out looking for her bag and her phone. Both Susheela and Anjali's bags were on the floor. She tucked her hair behind her ear and bent over to look through her bag and found her phone. Just as she yanked the phone, something stuck to the magnet on the back of the phone case fell.

It was shiny, metal and small. She rubbed her eyes and took a clear look and cursed, "FUCK ME!" as her eyes focused on the key.

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