They were driving home after giving their brief attendance at a client party when their car came to a sudden stop in the middle of the woods. He tried to start the engine but it wouldn't budge. He got out to check what's wrong and she followed suit. When he didn't speak for a few moments she asked him, "What's wrong Yash?" He said the engine needed to cool off and that he would have to get some water from the nearby stream. As soon as he went out of sight, she saw a bear approaching her with full speed and she ran inside the woods for her life. Someone suddenly held her hand and flung her to the side behind a huge tree trunk with a hand covering her mouth to keep her from screaming. Her eyes widened when she saw who it was. They waited for a few minutes until they were sure of their safety. She hugged him tight when he let go of her and asked "What are you doing here, Maan?" and he replied with a mischievous smile "I think I knew you were going to get in trouble, so I came here and built the tent." It had just begun to rain when they heard Yash sped off in his car. He must have thought she took a lift from some passerby when he couldn't find her for long. Though it was around the woods, the road wasn't unfrequented and they saw a few cars pass around. Maan turned to Geet and said "Well that leaves just the two of us then I guess" as he pointed her to the tent and they both went inside.What they didn't know was that Yash had seen them hide behind the tree when he had come looking for Geet and had left with the thought that she was safe in someone's company.
He lay back on the stack of hay he had gathered to comfort him for the night and she sat down between his legs. He gently crossed his legs across her legs around her knees which were stretched out, one resting on top of the other. She felt itchy with her half-wet hair hovering around her back so she made an attempt to pull them up in a bun as she moved a little forward. Maan saw the near backless dress and it was then that he realized she was dressed in a saree, the blouse of which was nothing but a thin strap in the back. He slid his hands up her lower back through the neck and around it and then retraced them back lower to drop a kiss on her nape. She quivered at his touch and she fell back against his chest in a jolt causing her hair to prop open. The pallu of her saree had long abandoned her and was now laying low on the side. His one hand caressed her waist whist his other hand wandered around her neck and upper chest. Her blouse was designed with a simple straight cut neck, not very deep in the front, but the way she was naturally curved around there, it did little to interrupt someone from getting excited.
He pulled in the middle of her blouse causing it to become a wide 'V' as he said 'We need to get you out of these clothes before you catch a cold. I have an extra pair you could use.' He had always wondered why he always carried extra baggage with him and thought it was times like these that his over-perfectionism and over-preparedness could come to use. She held his hand in place and straightened her back at which he said 'okay okay, easy easy.' In an attempt to stop her from getting up, he tightened his grip on her by pulling his legs up against her thighs, unintentionally pulling her saree and skirt up to her knees. He was surprised at the extreme contrast her milky white skin offered as opposed to her black saree. Her legs looked even more appealing now, but he was too distracted by her saree blouse to feel her curvy legs. Before she knew it, she was back against his chest again, and he was again tracing her neckline. He didn't realize when he went from tracing her neckline to inserting the tip of his fingers in the blouse, still tracing her blouse to half of his finger hovering inside and before he knew it, his hand was fully inside her blouse and now touched her tips. She had become numb under his touch and didn't seem to have noticed any of his ministrations until now, when she felt electricity run through her suddenly. Both jerked up suddenly, he removed his hand from inside her blouse while she sat up straight now.
He said in a low voice "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, really. I didn't know how....I didn't realize....I was just....It won't happen again". She noticed the awkwardness and discomfort in his voice now since he was totally embarrassed. She couldn't help the pink flush that spread around her face at her embarrassment when she thought he must have seen how perked up her tips were when he touched them. She suddenly felt something dig in her rear and knew she was not alone in this state of painful arousal. She realized how much he had had to restrain himself when his fingers traveled up her waist onto her neathage and then back down again, time and again. She didn't know why they were trying to fight themselves when all they wanted was to experience the feel of the others touch. She knew he was awkward and to ease him a little, she tilted her face and snaked her hands in his hair saying "I think I liked it" before pulling his head down to kiss him. He lay her down on the hay and slid next to her with the thought 'what's the point in restraining ourselves now when we are to marry soon. Okay not "soon", but we are going to marry soon.' And so, he repeated his moves but replacing the wide 'V' in her blouse with a narrower and a deeper one before he licked the skin that revealed now. Both lost control over themselves and decided to throw away their inhibitions before showing the other their wild side.
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