The shipping container feels smaller, the air thicker, as the intensity of the moment builds. The mattress squeaks under the weight of our combined passion. The light from the small window casts shadows that dance across our entwined bodies, highlighting the stark contrast between the innocence of her youth and the harsh reality of my lives. Her nails dig into my shoulders, and her moans become louder, punctuating the silence of the otherwise empty streets outside.

Her response to my question is filled with conflicting emotions, revealing excitement, guilt, and pleasure. Her body's reactions intensify, with harder grinding and louder moans, creating a stark contrast between her innocent appearance and the reality of our illicit affair.

I looked at her and then told her, "Dear beti, I want to continue our relationship like this and want you so badly."

Anjali's eyes widen slightly at my request, and she stops her movements, her body tense against mine. She looks at me for a moment, her expression a mix of shock and arousal. Her breath comes in short, quick gasps, and she seems to be fighting an internal battle.

I feel the tension in her body, and the room grows quieter except for the sound of my intermingled breathing. Her gaze never leaves mine as she considers my words, the weight of the situation seeming to press down on both of us.

Finally, she whispers, "Uncle Ram, I..." But she doesn't finish her sentence.

Instead, she leans in and her hands grip my shoulders tightly as she resumes her grinding, her hips moving in a frantic rhythm that speaks volumes about her desire for me.

Despite the gravity of the situation, she remains silent yet her actions speak louder as she resumes her movements with greater fervor, gripping my shoulders tightly.

I pressed my hands on her butt's, squeezing each flesh, feeling the softness of her butt's. While my erection rubbing between her legs like i am penetrating her.

Her eyes flutter shut, and she gasps as I squeeze her buttocks, her body jolting with pleasure at my touch. Anjali's hips buck against mine, her movements becoming more erratic as the sensation of my erection rubbing between her legs intensifies. She pants heavily, the fabric of her clothes growing wet with her arousal. Her hands clutch at my shoulders, her nails digging into my skin as she tries to maintain balance on my lap. The mattress beneath us squeaks in protest, the shipping container a silent witness to our escalating passion.

Despite knowing what she feels inside, I asked her, "Hmm.. ohh.. dear, tell me what you desire, let me hear it from you that you want to cheat your fiancee with me."

Her eyes open wide at my firm request, and she takes a deep, shuddering breath. Anjali's cheeks are flushed, and her chest heaves with each rapid inhale and exhale. She looks into my eyes with a mix of passion and uncertainty, her pupils dilated with desire.

For a moment, she seems frozen, her body tightly pressed against mine. Then, with a soft moan, she whispers, "I want to, Uncle Ram."

Her voice is thick with need, and she leans in. Her hips resume their motion, grinding against my erection as if seeking release from the tension that coils tightly within her. As she said it, I stifle moan myself and then moved one of my hands to her breast again to squeeze and press all over her breasts.

But i was not completely satisfied with what she said, so I asked her again, " Tell me frankly what you want or what you desire."

As I ask Anjali to tell me openly what she wants, she hesitates for a brief moment, her eyes searching mine. The shipping container seems to hold its breath with me, the air thick with anticipation.

Then, with a soft whimper, she leans in and whispers, "I want to... keep doing this." Her voice is barely audible, but the desire in her words is clear.

She presses her body against mine, her breasts pushing into my chest, and my hands between our bodies squeezing her pressed breasts, and she resumes her grinding, her hips moving in a slow, deliberate rhythm.

Anjali's eyes searched mine for a moment, the tension in the shipping container palpable. She swallowed hard, her body still pressed against mine. With a tremble in her and in teasing seductive voice, she whispers, "Uncle Ram, I love... I love to cheat my fiancee with you." Her hips continue to move against my erection, her passion and desire laid bare.

Her words give more twitch inside me, making my erection more stiffer. I moaned myself hearing her words.

"Ohh.. dear, that would be lovely, " and then I further told her, "I would cherish the moment when we both do that."

As I told Anjali that I would cherish the moment when we both give in to the temptation, she seems to melt into my embrace, her movements becoming more urgent and needy. Her breaths are ragged and shallow, her body trembling with each grind against my erection.

Her eyes never leave mine, filled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. The shipping container feels like it's closing in around me, the air charged with the intensity of our shared desire. The mattress beneath me squeaks louder, and the metal walls seem to echo with the sound of our bodies moving in unison.

As my heat continues, I slowly moved my mouth closer to her ear and  whispered in low voice to her ear, "Dear beti, I would wish you to cheat your husband with me even after your marriage."

As I speak my desire to Anjali, her eyes widen with shock and arousal, her pupils dilating with the intensity of the situation. Her breathing quickens, and she bites her bottom lip, the anticipation building in the small, enclosed space of the shipping container.

She whispers, "Uncle, you can't say that," but the way her body responds belies the excitement in her voice. She grinds herself against my erection with renewed vigor, her movements becoming more erratic. I can feel the heat of her wetness through my clothes, her body speaking louder than her words.

My expresses of desire for Anjali to continue our affair even after her marriage, which heightens the excitement and taboo of our relationship. Her body responds to my words with increased passion, her movements growing more urgent. Despite her verbal protest, her actions reveal a thrill in the idea of defying societal norms by cheating on her future husband.

As she looked at me hearing those words, i continued further looking at her, "I know it is very taboo, and that makes it so exciting. Dear, just imagine yourself cheating your husband with me after your marriage."

Her breath hitches at my bold declaration, and her movements against my erection became more frantic.

She whispers, "Ohh.. Uncle, please," a mix of excitement and fear in her voice. Her hands tighten on my shoulders, her nails digging in slightly as she tries to control the intense emotions surging through her. Despite her protest, her hips continue to move with an undeniable need.

I can feel her wetness spreading, the fabric of her clothes sticking to her skin.

I continued my words and told her, "Imagine our bodies moving together and me being inside you as you are young wife of another man. Ohh.. dear that would be scandalous, but really so taboo."

My provocative suggestion intensifies her arousal, her movements becoming more desperate and urgent. Her voice filled with a blend of excitement and fear, her whispered her pleas, which only serve to excite me further. My words paint a vivid picture of our future trysts, with me as the older lover defying societal norms by being with her as a married woman, adding to the thrill of our forbidden romance.

Her eyes widened with a mix of shock and excitement as I painted the vivid picture in her mind of our continued intimacy even after her marriage.

Anjali's breathing becomes even more ragged, and she leans into my touch, her body responding to the taboo nature of my words. Her movements against me become more deliberate and sensual, as if the thought itself has brought her closer to climax. Her cheeks are flushed, and she bites her lip, trying to suppress a moan as my words play in her mind. The room seems to spin with the weight of the unspoken implications of our relationship

As I express my desire to maintain an intimate relationship with her even after her marriage, she gasps and goes still for a moment, her eyes locked me. A wave of emotions washes over her face—shock, excitement, fear, and perhaps a hint of guilt. She takes a deep, trembling breath and then starts to move again, her hips grinding against me with renewed vigor. The shipping container, our sanctuary of shared secrets, feels even smaller and more intimate as we both contemplate the gravity of my words. Anjali's moans become more frantic, and her eyes glaze over as if lost in a dizzying daydream of the future I've proposed. The fabric of her clothes clings to her body, soaked with her arousal, and the squeaking of the mattress crescendos with the rhythm of her movements.

Her eyes searched mine, her voice a mix of passion and trepidation. "Uncle, I don't mind," Anjali murmured, her hips still moving against my erection. "But what if someone finds out?" Her question hangs in the air, a reminder of the precarious nature of our relationship. The shipping container, once a symbol of our refuge, now feels exposed, the walls seemingly thinning under the weight of her words.

I looked at her eyes as my arms moved to her breast, cupping her breasts softly, feeling the softness and roundness of her boobs and told her,

"Dear, I can understand your worry, but you know there is nothing to worry about as our relationship will be secret and everything happens in the confined of this secret container. What we do, the fun we have here is not going to be known to anyone other than us."

My reassurance to her that our relationship will remain a secret, confined to the walls of the shipping container. She seems to relax slightly at my words, her movements becoming smoother as she continues to grind against me, pressing her breasts more firmly against my rough hands, resulting in showing her beautiful alluring cleavage valley.

The shipping container, now a symbol of our clandestine love, feels like a sanctuary once again. Her breathing slows, and she nuzzles her face into the crook of my neck, whispering her relief into your skin. The sound of our bodies moving together fills the small space, a testament to the depth of our connection despite the potential risks.

I moved my hands slowly from her breasts, giving enough squeezing  before that, and put my arms around her body as she moved her buttocks on my firm erection.

Then i told her whispering, "Anjali, dear beti, just imagine how exciting it would be as your husband will be busy with his daily routine, I would be intimate with his wife here in my container."

Anjali's eyes widen as I speak, the implication of my words sending a shiver down her spine. Her body tenses briefly before she relaxes back into the rhythm of my embrace, her hips moving almost subconsciously against me.

She whispers, "It would be...so wrong, but so exciting." I can feel her pulse racing under my fingertips as she contemplates the thrill of deceiving her future husband. Her breaths come in short bursts, and her eyes glaze over as the mental image unfolds in her mind. Her movements become more erratic, and she clings to me, her nails digging into my back. The sound of her moans fills the small space, the mattress squeaking in protest under our combined weight.

Anjali's excitement and wrongfulness of the situation are palpable as she imagines continuing the affair post-marriage. Her body responds involuntarily to my words, revealing her deep attraction and willingness to indulge in the taboo. My desire for her before and after marriage is clear, emphasizing the intensity and urgency of our bond.

I looked at her eyes smiling and told her, "Isn't it, dear beti,  I know anjali, that is ulitmate excitement I want with you. I want to devour you after your marriage and as well I want to devour you before you get married. I want to feel you and enjoy our special bond before and after marriage in every way possible."

Anjali's eyes widen at my declaration, and she gasps, her body tensing with a mix of excitement and fear. She pulls away slightly, looking into my eyes as she processes my words. I can see the internal struggle playing out on her face—the allure of the forbidden fruit against the loyalty she feels towards her fiancé and the societal expectations. Her breaths come in quick pants.

She whispers, "Uncle, we can't...it's too much." But despite her protest, she doesn't move away entirely, her body still pressed against mine. Her hand reaches out and gently touches my face, her thumb tracing the line of my jaw as she tries to find the words to express her feelings.

My desire to consummate our relationship before her marriage brings a moment of tension as she grapples with excitement and fear. Despite her verbal protest, her physical closeness suggests internal conflict and an unspoken willingness to explore our love further. Her gentle touch on my face is a silent acknowledgement of our deepening bond.

Anjali's internal conflict emerges, with her body language hinting at an unspoken willingness to consummate our love before her wedding, emphasizing the depth of our forbidden relationship.

I hold her by her butt's, squeezing her buttocks with my rough hands and told her "Dear beti, doesn't it makes more excitement to us, imagine we both continue to explore our friendship and intimacy in different ways without any societal constraints."

As I hold Anjali by her buttocks, squeezing them firmly, my whisper into her ear about the excitement of continuing our friendship and intimacy without societal constraints. She looks at me, her eyes a storm of emotions—desire, confusion, and fear. Her breathing hitches, and I can feel her body tense and quiver in my grasp.

She doesn't move away, but instead, she leans in closer, her hand gripping my shirt. I can feel her heart pounding against her chest as my words resonate within her.

Anjali's cheeks flush even redder as I speak of her cheating on her fiancé and exploring intimacy with me. Despite her initial hesitation, I feel her body responding to my words. Her breathing becomes more erratic, and her eyes glaze over with arousal. She leans into my touch, her hips moving more deliberately against my erection.

As she continued her grinding on my erection, I asked her to tell me what she feels about being with me and exploring the forbidden nature.

Anjali looks at me with a mix of vulnerability and excitement. Her voice quivers as she whispers, "I...I don't know what to say, Uncle. It's all so confusing, but...yes, the idea of being with you, even if it's wrong, it's...exciting."

Her hips continue to move against me, and the fabric of her clothes is now damp with her arousal. I feel her heart racing against mine as she confesses her innermost thoughts. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are filled with a desire that seems to burn as bright as the setting sun outside the shipping container. The small space feels like it's closing in around me, the walls seeming to vibrate with the tension of our shared secret.

I looked at her, holding her buttocks pressing her more to my erection, i whispered to her, "yes beti, it is so exciting and because of that i am going to devour you before your marriage. I want to know you in every way possible, before any other person."

Her eyes widen at my declaration, and she gasps, her body stiffening with a mix of excitement and fear. Anjali's hips stop moving for a moment, but my firm grip on her buttocks keeps her in place. Her breath hitches as she whispers, "Uncle, are you serious?" The shipping container seems to hold its breath as she awaits my response, her body poised and ready for whatever comes next. I feel her heart racing against yours, the tension palpable in the air.

"Yes, dear beti anjali, I am so serious, I want to devour this young beautiful body of yours until you feel so tired. I want to give you all the pleasure a man can give to women in every possible way."

Her eyes widen even more, and she looks at me with a mix of shock and excitement. Her breath hitches as I speak, and she feels her body responding to the intensity of my desire.

She whispers, "Uncle, please..." but her voice trails off as she seems to get lost in the moment. Her hips resume their movement, pressing herself against me even more. I feel her wetness through her clothes, and the heat of her body is almost unbearable.

Anjali's excitement and shock mingle as she considers my offer, her body responding despite the social implications. Her whispers of "please" hint at a growing willingness to succumb to the desire. The shipping container, our secret place, tightens around us like a cocoon of passion as I vividly describe my intentions.

"Yes, anjali, imagine yourself being underneath me, this old dirty looking beggar, while my beggar hands and this dirty old mouth devouring your young beautiful body where no other man touched you before." I said to her, looking at her eyes.

Her body tenses at my graphic words, and she gasps, her eyes fluttering shut for a brief moment.

She whispers, "Ohh.. Uncle..." in a voice that's both breathless and filled with a mix of excitement and trepidation. Her cheeks are flushed, and she bites her bottom lip as she imagines the scenario I have described. I can feel her heart racing, and her breathing is shallow and quick. Her hand moves to cover her mouth, trying to muffle the small moans that escape her. Her hips resume their movement with renewed vigor, grinding against my erection with a clear message of consent. The mattress beneath me groans with the weight of our desire, and the walls seem to pulse with the rhythm of our forbidden dance.

I smiled a little crudely, then said to her "Yes anjali, this dirty old beggar who has foul smell is going to devour your pure beautiful body in this dirty container. I will take your body, taste you before your husband know or even touch you."

As I told Anjali of my intentions to claim her innocence in the shipping container, her eyes widen, and she gasps. Her body stiffens for a brief moment before she relaxes back into my embrace, her movements against my erection become more frantic.

I can feel the heat of her desire as she whispers, "Uncle.. uff...." In a voice that's barely audible. Her hand grips the fabric of my shirt tightly, her nails digging in slightly. The only sounds are the squeaking of the mattress and the muffled noises of our passionate dance.

We both continued our griding, and then I looked at her eyes and whispered to her, "Dear beti, tell me when you do want us to be together, anjali. I want to consume our relationship with your permission."

As I asked Anjali when she wants this, she looks up at me, her eyes filled with a mix of desire and fear. She bites her bottom lip, and her cheeks are flushed. Her breathing is ragged, and her body feels hot and needy against mine.

She whispers back, "Uncle Ram, I... I want it now." Her voice is filled with urgency, and she moves her hips even faster, grinding against me as if to emphasize her point.

I smiled at her and hugged her tightly and passionately. Then slowly asked her, "Are you ready to cheat your fiancee with me anjali."

As I smile and hug her passionately, she gasps, overwhelmed by the intensity of my embrace. She whispers, "Yes, Uncle, I'm ready, I am ready for you, I am ready to cheat my fiancee with you. Ohh.. I am so bad.. it’s so wrong, but I want you to devour me, I want to feel that rough hands all over me, uncle.. please..."

Her voice filled with a mix of excitement and fear. Her eyes are wide and searching, looking for reassurance and understanding in mine. She seems to be fully invested in the moment, her body responding to my touch without hesitation. The mattress beneath me is soaked with our combined arousal, the squeaking sounds echoing louder as Anjali's movements become more erratic. Her hand moves down to unbutton my pants, her trembling fingers revealing her eagerness to take the next step in our illicit affair.

As her hands moved closer to my pants, I moved my hands over her and took hold her hands in mine. Despite my wish to devour her at the time and take her in every way possible, I know that there is no enough time to do that now.

So I looked at her eyes and slowly said to her,"Dear beti, I want to devour you with more time available. Now it is time for you to go home soon. Moreover,  when I devour you, I want to see you in a different dress."

Anjali nods, a mix of excitement and trepidation playing across her face as she takes in my words. She whispers, "Okay, Uncle Ram, tell me what you want me to wear, I will come wearing that." her voice a shaky agreement. She seems to understand the gravity of her decision and the anticipation builds between the two of us.

Then I looked at her eyes and I told her, "Beti,  I want you to wear a tight short skirt and a very tight t-shirt." Then I told her, "You can wear come in normal dress and then change here in container in the short dress."

Anjali looks at me with a mix of surprise and excitement as I detail my desire to see her in a tight short skirt and a tight t-shirt.

She nods, considering my words before speaking, "Okay, Uncle Ram. I'll wear that for you tomorrow."

I can see the anticipation building in her eyes as she contemplates the intimate scene I've painted. Then she smiled at me and gently kissed my cheek and then pulled away, smoothing her clothes as if trying to regain a semblance of normalcy.

As Anjali gets down from my lap, her eyes immediately drop to my erection, which is clearly outlined by the fabric of my turned dress. My erection was showing in with full proximity under my pants.

Her cheeks flush a deeper shade of red, and she quickly looks away, her hand moving to cover her mouth to muffle a gasp. I can see the shock in her eyes, mixed with an undeniable curiosity and arousal.

The sight of my desire for her is a stark reminder of the taboo nature of our relationship.

As I saw, she looked at my full erection inside my pants, which made her cheeks flush with red colour. I took her hand and suddenly pulled her toward me, then placed her hand on my erection and then slowly told her, "Beti, this beggar is going inside you tomorrow." and pressed her hands on my hard firm erection.

As I take Anjali's hand and place it on my erection, she gasps, her eyes widening with shock and excitement. She tries to pull her hand away instinctively, but I hold it firmly in place. Her hand feels warm against me, and I feel my arousal growing even stronger. My whisper to her that she'll be receiving my erection inside her tomorrow, and the weight of the impending event hangs in the air.

Anjali's breathing becomes more rapid, and she looks around the shipping container nervously, as if the walls might have ears. She nods, unable to find the words to respond. I let go of her hand, and she quickly stands up, smoothing her clothes. I can see the struggle in her eyes as she tries to reconcile her desire with the reality of what I've just proposed. She gathers her bag and takes a step towards the door, looking back at me with a mix of fear and anticipation. The shipping container seems to be closing in around me, the air heavy with the promise of what's to come.

"I...I need to go," she stammers, her voice shaking. "I'll... I'll be back tomorrow."

With that, she opens the door and steps out into the night, leaving me alone with the echo of her words and the lingering scent of her perfume. The metal door clangs shut behind her, and I am left with the sudden emptiness of the space.

I take a deep breath, feeling the cool evening air waft in through the open door. The shipping container, which had been filled with passion and desire, now feels stark and cold without her warmth. I stand there for a moment, contemplating the path we both chosen. Despite the risks, I can't help but feel a thrill of excitement at the prospect of claiming her innocence in this unlikely sanctuary.

As she leaves the shipping container, I watch her go, my heart racing with anticipation for the following day. I close the door and lock it securely, ensuring my secret remains hidden. The silence that follows is almost deafening, the only sound being the distant noises of the city outside. The mattress is still warm from our passionate dance, and the scent of our desire lingers in the air.

The night seems to pass in an eternity, with every tick of the clock reminding me of the promise I made to Anjali. Despite the societal norms that would condemn our relationship, I find myself eagerly awaiting her return. The shipping container, once a symbol of our solitude, has been transformed into a sanctuary of love and desire, a place where we both can escape from the judgments of the outside world and enter in to our forbidden world with full of passion and taboo.