prop OSthon thread #2 completed 12 os - Page 29

My second propthon OS for this lovely thread. My prop Log cabin was suggested by Anj di and I was not really sure how do I go about such a huge prop, that's when Aishu helped me as always with some ideas. Later Anu and Poo suggested this lovely prop Recliner. Hope I have done justice to this recliner my girls. Thanks Anki for this lovely thread and I am dedicating this to my mad DIVANis Anu, Aishu, Anj Di, Poo and Tia I am also dedicating this to Anki and Suni. I hope you all enjoy reading this OS. If you feel it has not come out well, my apologies.

P.S: Not Proofread

ISHRA OS: HIPS DON'T LIE

Both travelled through rocky bumpy roads and finally stopped in front of a woody house. The house was perched on top of wooden pillars facing a narrow stream which ran though the mountainous terrain. He turned to the passenger side only to find her sleeping lost in her own dreamy world. He moved the strands of hair which were fallen on her face obstructing his view and tucked it behind her ear. Seeing no kind of movement from her, he got down from the car and walked towards her side, unlocked the seat belt and picked her up in his arms and carried her in to the house climbing a fleet of stairs. He gently placed her on the low rise bed and stared at her face for a couple of minutes before covering her with a duvet.

He made himself a cup of hot coffee and stood at the balcony, sipping and relishing the taste staring at the mountains and listening to the birds, flow of stream and was lost in view in front of him. After a couple of sips he felt her hugging from behind. She rested her head on his back. Both did not disturb each other but stood in the same position in each other's presence. She kissed him on his back turned her face towards the other side and continued resting. He placed the coffee mug on the railing and took her palms in both his hands kissed both of them one after the other and placed her hands on his waist in the same position as before. He pulled her a couple of minutes of later to his side and held her by her waist, while she rested her head on his chest. The hot coffee aroma tempted her to take a sip from his cup which he had placed on the railing. Even before she could take in one sip, he grabbed the mug from her only to see her pout.

Raman: Yeh coffee kadva kaise hogayi (Why is the coffee so bitter?)

Ishitha: Pehlae se hi kadvi thi (It was always bitter)

Raman: Madarasan, I prepared the coffee and it was perfect till you sipped

Ishitha: Hawww, Aapka kehnae ka matlab (Hawww, What do you mean to say)

Raman: Saaf saaf hai. Even your lips are bitter madarasan

Ishitha: Other day you slammed on my lips to get rid of the balm taste

Raman: Your lips were not as bitter as the balm but definitely bitter than coffee and winked at her.

She punched him hard with her elbow near his ribs and he shouted Jhansi Rani by then she ran from the place with the mug in her hands. She reached the kitchen sink panting and opened the tap to clean the coffee mug. All of a sudden she started feeling wet and looked up to find him sprinkling water on her. She looked at him keenly and turned opened the tap in full speed to return him the favor. She started splashing water all over him which made his white linen shirt stick to his body which was getting wet. He moved quickly towards her and emptied the contents of the jug which made her front wet. Her saree stuck to her front exposing her naval which was hid behind her modest saree. His senses went numb when he found her laughing childlike and her wet appearance. She felt her cheeks burning up when he walked up to her removing his shirt buttons one by one. He held her waist tight and looked in to her eyes when her eyes moved everywhere but his but he was on a different plan. His eyes followed her eyes in every direction she looked at and finally decided to close her eyes. He kissed her right ear lobe and nuzzled her neck and whispered "Shall We". He could feel her head moving giving him a Go Ahead signal. He scooped her in his arms and she held on to him by locking her hands around his neck and hid her face on his chest. In a couple of minutes he placed her on a recliner in the hall and got on top of her.

Her hands moved on to his buttons automatically, while his hands moved to her ears working on the earrings. He kissed her ears as he undid the earrings and looked at her red face. By then she was done removing her shirt and he felt the chillness of her wet saree. He discarded the pallu which covered her front to one side and it was his warm skin against her cold skin. His hands slightly lowered and he adjusted the recliner position and they lay on top of each other in sliding position. His hands clutched a tiny knot which held her blouse in position. One rip and the knot was out of place. He then found a couple of hooks which he unhooked in few seconds. Their skin touched each other igniting their desires. He moved up a little and dropped tight wet kiss on her cheeks. Her hands which were holding his waist travelled up and held his arms tight as he bit her cheeks bit hard only to leave a tiny little mark and ran his thumb over his tooth mark. She pulled his lower lip with her fingers and kissed the tiny portion between her fingers and he spoke Ouch... Easy there darling. Even before he could complete the sentence she sealed his lips with hers. She went hard on his lips right from the start and he had his hands locked in her hair pulling them. Both stopped kissing for breath when he started raining her face and her long neck with kisses. She lifted her head allowing him to kiss freely and again nuzzled near the crook of her neck. He moved further down and removed the pleats which tightly held her saree. He then turned in a jiffy and she was over him now. He covered the two of them with her saree which he had ripped off a couple of minutes before. It was his time to assault her lips and he kept chewing her lips and she kept pulling his hair harder as the intensity increased. Her delicate fingers danced with excitement as they came into contact with his moist tanned chest. His firm physique was so wonderfully alive. She attempted to keep in control but he was stirring her entire being. The explosions into her pulsating crevice were accompanied by the hot flapping flesh into togetherness. They played a beautiful and harmonic piece written by releasing lovers. The wonderful expression of love words flowed from their battling lips like a roaring fire filing the air around them. It overflowed with yearning desires perfectly met leaving them breathless and beautifully exhausted. She was partially on top of him resting her head on his crook when she started feeling his hands roaming over her waist and she held his palm preventing him from moving any further when all of a sudden she asked him

Ishitha: Do you still find my lips bitter and smiled at him mischievously?

Raman: not bad madarasan.. But my anniversary surprise you wanted to give is still incomplete and curved his lips down.

Ishitha: Sorry Raman. I actually wanted to redesign your office interiors and pata nahi uss din kya hua and slapped her forehead. Aiyyyooo paithyam

Raman: Tu paithyam nahi par samajhdhar ho issliye tho belly dancer bhej di tu ne and winked at her

Ishitha: Ramannn

Raman: What a figure and sacch yeh hai ki her hips don't lie and winked at her, she stared at him and turned her face away from him. I should agree, biwi ho tho tum jaise hone chahiyae. The mere words brought a smile on her face and she looked at him lovingly and heard him who sends belly dancers to surprise their husband on their anniversary.

Ishitha: Raman it was just a mistake and you are stuck there even now

Raman: Your exam papers get exchanged and now contacts. Wah wah.. Please make such mistakes madarasan and pecked her lips.

Ishitha: You praise about a freaking belly dancer before me and kiss my lips in return. This is not done.

She released herself from his hold, grabbed the saree which was thrown somewhere near the recliner and wrapped it around her. Aap aise hi padhi raho aur better yeh hai ki and threw his pant on him. He chuckled at her not knowing what was awaiting him. Inside the bedroom she searched though the bag trying to find something which would help her mission and to her luck she found something. It might not be perfect but she found it perfect enough to make her mission successful. A victory smirk adorned her face and as she wore the dress. She touched up her makeup and looked at herself in front of the mirror before walking out of the room.

She switched on the tiny focus lights in the living room, switched on the music and stood resting her back on the wall with her legs and hands crossed. He could not phantom the scene enfolding in front of his eyes. She stood dressed in a loose black bottom and tight red blouse which was just enough to expose her belly. He rubbed his eyes twice and was not dumb enough to not realize what his jungli madarasan upto. The music, her dress everything all hinted towards her naughty intentions, he shut his eyes with his palm and peeked between his two fingers just out of curiosity. She walked towards him and moved his palms which were covering his eyes and adjusted the lever of the recliner to a slant seating position. When she was about to move back, she freed herself, kissed his fingers and pushed him back. His back hit the recliner with a jerk and she moved away from him while he faced her back. She swayed her hips according to the music and later spread her hands out moving her hands and hips in sync with the song. She slowly turned facing him and slowly moved her belly. Being a dancer herself this was not a tough task for her. His jaw dropped seeing her heave, shake her belly and twist her hips in front of him. It was easy for him to avoid the dancer but not touching her when she was dancing to seduce him was like one of his worst night mares. He slowly stood up and boy she was hard on him this time. He fell really hard on the recliner again and he hoped for a kiss again but got a wink in return. Those dim lights, her fair belly moving and the tight blouse and he was clearly uneasy. What did she want from him and his eyes fell on the CD player, it was only 2 minutes since the song started and here she was going on and on. The distance between them reduced after every step. Now she was on top of the recliner and he was as usual made to rest on the recliner with his mouth wide open. His lips started drying and he felt unusually hot. He did not have his shirt and still he was left to fan himself. That's it he decided and pulled her, within seconds he pressed his lips to her neck and dragged them up towards her jaw. In response she tilted her head aside, opening up more of her neck to him and causing her long hair to cover his head.

He inched his way up to her jaw, sometimes pursing his lips to kiss her skin tightly. As he moved his lips along her jaw he regained enough composure to notice her breath coming faster. His confidence in his actions growing, he finally kissed her chin. Abruptly their lips pressed against each other, both of them breathing in deeply. As they kissed and breathed each other in, they began creating a new relationship. Much like everything else it wouldn't last, but while it did it was wonderful. They parted and he asked her "What was that?"

Ishitha: Kuch nahi... You were upset about our anniversary surprise... and she stuttered.

Raman: I was upset about Sonali not dancing but today my fat madarasan performed a belly dance for me. One thing you should accept, the name Sonali goes well with you. Be it Sonali kortnis or belly dancer Sonali mere liye tho faida hai. Sexy madarasan that was a sweet payback and rammed her lips.

Both of them could neither withstand it any longer and started an intense love making that both had never experienced. It was something which was not planned but definitely something which both could neither forget.