Kiara Goes to Africa

Kiara Advani, a combination of a pretty face, charming smile, humble and naive personality who had the hottest body. After going through an emotional breakup that shattered her life for months, she decided to take a break from movies to move on and have some time away from work. Additionally, there was another reason for her to go on a break.

Her friend Alia, who shares the same name as the other actress but is not the actor, was also heart broken. Months ago, Kiara received a message from Alia, confessing and crying about the situation.

They both met at a café in London, where Kiara went unnoticed despite the presence of many Indians. They tightly hugged each other, seeking comfort. Kiara lightened the mood by jokingly stating that she had no money, and they shared a laugh.

"So, what happened? How did you fall for this guy? I mean, you! I never thought you would end up in this situation. You're the one who usually who break hearts," Kiara questioned Alia.

"I know, I'm usually like that, but I thought he was nice and sensitive." Alia replied with sadness in her voice. Kiara sarcastically stared at her.

Alia continued. "A lot of things happened. I got close to someone after a long time, and the sex was amazing. I mean, the best. But it all went downhill, and..." Alia started crying as tears rolled down her cheeks. Kiara handed her a tissue.

"What's this guy like, and do you still have his Instagram?" Kiara tried to gather more information.

"Yeah, he's not that active on social media. He has never been into social media much, which is why he has no idea about my friends outside the US." Alia regretfully narrated his background.

Alia showed Kiara her phone, displaying the Instagram profile of a black guy with 200 followers. He appeared slightly older than them, maybe in his early 40s. He had little hair, and there didn't seem to be attractive about him to Kiara.

"You fell for this guy?" Kiara was shocked that someone like Alia would like him.

Alia smiled with hesitation. "I know, but now nothing can be done. So, I want you to do something." she said.

Kiara held her hand to calm her down. "What? " she asked.

"You should go to Parkour Street in South Africa. I want you to rent a house. I'll pay for it. Have some free time by yourself for yourself. It is really wonderful there." Her word where not making any sense to Kiara.

Kiara bit her lip to hold back her laughter. "Alia, you want me go 'alone' to South Africa? Why," Kiara advised.

"Kiara, bro, I know the pain you are going through. It might help you move on. Let me help." Alia convinced her, who reluctantly nodded.

"Alright, I don't have a solid plan for the trip, but we'll figure it out step by step. Let's do this," Kiara declared, as if announcing a battle, and stood up. Alia smiled, witnessing Kiara's belief in her, and hugged her tightly.

Kiara booked a cab from the airport to Parkour Street. She effortlessly looked hot in a black sleeveless top and tight black leggings. As she watched the city, she planned her move to bring down the con man. She knew everything about him but had to act like a stranger. In her mind, she imagined confronting him, revealing that she was his neighbor.

The cab stopped, and Kiara glanced at her house and then his. She stepped out, carrying two bags and a handbag. She approached the driver to inquire about the fare and paid digitally. Closing the cab door, she turned to lock the door on the yard. Opening the zipper of her bag, she retrieved the key and left the zipper slightly open. After unlocking the door, she turned to her bag and intentionally nudged it, causing it to fall. Nothing spilled out, so she picked it up. To her surprise, a large figure stood in front of her, revealing himself.

He was tall, had a dark complexion, and a handsome face with a well-groomed haircut. She noticed that he was wearing a white t-shirt and brown cargo pants, giving the impression that he had just left the gym. Even if she had the knowledge of the man, she struggled with her introverted nervousness about meeting and talking to him.

'Hey I was waiting for someone to show by. Was wondering a middle age man with grey hair. But you are a really pretty and a hot neighbor to have.' the man said with a smile on his face. It was evident that he had a strong inclination towards objectifying women, and Kiara happened to catch his attention as someone he found particularly attractive, even in casual.

Her face was symbol of seduction. With just a subtle expression she had the power to captivate and intrigue men, driving them to be crazy for her.

"Thank you for the compliment. Just reached. I am Kiara, and you are?" she introduced herself politely.

"I'm Josh," he replied. "Can I help you with something? You don't seem to be carrying any luggage." Josh observed that Kiara only had a small bag with her, which seemed unusual for someone who had just moved into a new home.

"Well, actually, I already had all my belongings moved into the house. This bag just contains my clothes," Kiara explained, keeping her response vague and not revealing too much personal information.

Josh nodded understandingly, "You must be tired. I'll only ask for your permission to leave after I bring this bag into your house."

He tried to flirt with her by being polite and helpful, his gaze fixed on her.

Kiara smiled in response and said, "Sure, just put it in the hallway, that'll be fine." Josh picked up the bag and headed towards the door, but to his surprise, it was locked.

He turned towards Kiara, who felt embarrassed and hurriedly went to unlock the door. She took some time to open the door lock, during which he got a good look at her through those tight pants revealing ass, appreciating her curves as she bent down to open the lock.

Josh approached her from behind and asked, "Should I help?" while holding the bag.

"No, it's fine. I've got it," Kiara responded quickly, but she struggled with the lock. As she tried, Josh moved closer, allowing his crotch to touch her behind, enjoying the sensation. Kiara realized the situation, but he continued to press against her.

"Try turning it the other way to open the lock," he smirked, taking a step back.

"Yeah, I am trying," she said with a smile, looking back at him. His arousal grew, and he groped her a little more, still maintaining his position.

"Okay, keep trying," he said while subtly encouraging her. Finally, after her persistent attempts, she turn the key, and to their surprise, the door opened. He put the luggage in the hall as they both moved inside.

As he set the bag down, he turned to leave, saying, "Bye, Kiara. See you soon."

He yelled his goodbye, feeling aroused from their earlier encounter and eager to return to his house.

Kiara went into the kitchen after entering the hall. Meanwhile, he was already on the front porch when she approached him from behind.

"Wait, Josh. Hold on. Are you really leaving so quickly after what you did?" she said loudly, causing him to stop in his tracks.

"Sorry, what did I do?" he asked innocently.

"You know, when I was trying to open the door," she said, folding her arms with a mischievous smile.

"What?" he gasped, pretending not to understand. "I'm not sure what you mean," he continued, trying to act innocent. "Oh, come on," she said, lightly touching his elbow, making him feel guilty.

"You carried those bags and waited until I opened the door," she continued. He let out a heavy sigh, relieved that she wasn't upset.

"Thank you," Kiara said, maintaining her smile.

"Oh, no, we are neigh..." he began to speak but was interrupted as she planted a little kiss on his cheek. "Bye," she said, leaving him standing there with a bigger smile on his face, knowing that he still had a chance to pursue her.

"Kiara," he called out, and she turned, wondering what was happening.

"Yes?" she responded, curious about his intentions.

"You said 'thank you' so nicely, can I say 'bye' to you?" he asked, smiling with each word. They stood on opposite sides of the door. She smiled back but was still unsure about his next move.

"Yeah, why it is a goodbye?" she questioned, seeking clarification. "No, just a 'bye' for now," he assured her, trying to ease her doubts.

"Well then, go ahead. Say your 'bye,' mister," she playfully encouraged.

He handed her a rose, which surprised her. "Thank you," she said, slightly impressed by his gesture.

"It's from your garden," he replied, and they both shared a laugh. He took a few steps back. "You seem surprised by my 'bye'," he remarked, seeking her thoughts.

"I thought, since you started with my 'thank you,' which was a kiss on your cheek, so I thought your 'goodbye' would be a smooch," she explained. Her words served as a sign to him, exciting him as he realized she had similar desires.

"Never mind. Bye," she said, leaving the situation.

"Hey, don't you want your 'goodbye'?" he said, and she turned around.

He moved closer to her, and she subtly leaned against the door. Their heads drew near, and their lips met in a passionate kiss. He placed his hand on her back, slowly sliding it down to her ass. Both were fully engaged in the moment, savoring the connection. After a minute, they broke the kiss.

"Should I come inside?" he asked, and she playfully pushed his shoulder, indicating for him to leave. He walked away, and she got in her house.