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INTRO:'I throw you down on the bed and you lie there smiling up at me, giggling. The robe is fully open now, your body perfect and pale, stretched out in front of me. I'm desperate for you!'
WARNING: Strictly for adults!!! Teenagers and kids please restrain from reading it!!!!
The weather of Mumbai has always been so unpredictable. It is sunny in morning, and it's raining in the afternoon...
Today is also just one of those unpredictable days. It was so sunny and nice in the morning, but as the clock striked 11, an unexpected storm hits the sky.
I am sitting in the bar of my hotel, sipping my drink. There are just couple of more people in the bar as it is very early. I am on holiday, but I guess business is never gonna allow me to have some time off! I am waiting for an important client. I probably would have refused to meet Mr. Chopra on my days off, but this deal is very important. And an hour or so from my liesury schedule is not gonna cost me much.
Mr. Chopra is late, and I hate late comers. If there is one thing that Maan Singh Khurana can't tolerate, it's people who doesn't value others' time.
I stand up to go back to the comfortness of my royal suite as my patience is loosing to wait any further, when I hear the door open. I look back in the hope that it's Mr. Chopra, but saw you standing at the door,water running from your hair, your clothes utterly soaked. Eyeing you from top to bottom I am transfixed by the sight of you. It seems inconceivable that someone could look so lovely while utterly bedragged. To my horror I hear myself starting to speak "You're awfully wet miss! You'll be catching your death if you're not careful". You turn to me and smile, much to my relief, sending a little thrill through me. You reply sweetly "Yes, it really is pouring down out there". My mind plays a horrible trick on me, imagining you're wet to the skin, as I look back to you. I'm tempted to offer my room for you to change in, or wait rather, while your clothes dry in the little laundry upstairs. Oooh did I just say that out-loud? You're still smiling so I guess not. A little internal conflict begins, should I go ahead and actually say it? How would be the best way to say such a thing? I don't want you to think I'm coming onto you, though I'm going to have a hard time not to, you're so pretty. I've never been good at this sort of thing. I'm rubbish at flirting and even worse at not flirting.
But I know I'm going to say something, I just hope I don't make a mess of it. "Uh, well I've got a room upstairs if you want to put your clothes in the dryer and wait up there?" You look a little taken aback and I can feel myself flushing, "oh that didn't quite come out right, I didn't mean… you know, I meant it quite innocently!"
You're laughing, and it seems I got away with this momentary laps of judgment. Then to my surprise you say "Oh yes, thank you so much, that would be great". What?! Did I hear you rightly? Did I just invite you to take all your clothes off, wait in my room, and you just said YES?! Ah ok, well keep calm, it's fine. I get up from my seat, my heart racing, and make my way to the door to the stairs. Passing the barman I glare at him as he winked and waggled his eyebrows. Opening the door I gesture for you to go first, realising just too late that probably this isn't all that gentlemanly when we're about to climb the stairs. Certainly my thoughts are far from gentlemanly as I watch your pert bottom sway just in front of me, the fabric of your dress clinging to your wonderfully formed curves. I can feel my jeans starting to feel slightly too tight in the groin department.
On reaching the top I lead you to my room, it's the third of the four rooms off the landing, and I point out the laundry opposite. I find you a bathrobe, hanging on the back of the door, and offer to wait in the hall. To my surprise, again, you tell me you don't mind if I come in, so long as I don't peak. Did you just wink at me? I try to stop myself wondering if you want me? Surely not. I listen to you peal off your clothes, as you talk casually and relaxed, and I try not to imagine your naked body just a few feet behind me. My erection is getting really quite uncomfortable now, I try to surreptitiously adjust myself, but I have no way of knowing if you're watching me or not.
"Ok, you can turn around now" you say, a slight teasing quality to your voice. Turning around I find you wrapped in the oversized white bathrobe, smiling and your eyes dancing. Something about all this seems to be amusing you, and I must confess it is all rather laughable. I could swear your eyes flicked to my crotch, or am I just imagining things? I turn away in slight embarrassment, both my mind and my heart racing. "Lets get your stuff in the dryer" I say, opening the door and returning to the landing. I hear your bare feat padding behind me as I cross the little hall and enter the personal laundry of the suite
I watch as you load your wet clothes into the front loading dryer. You catch my eye and giggle as you accidentally (or perhaps not?) drop your knickers on the floor, stooping to pick them up and throw them in with the rest of the clothes. I refrain from saying anything, but realise I just involuntarily bit my lip. You straighten up and we busy ourselves working out how to turn the machine on. All the while the thought that you're completely naked, reinforced by the sight of your underwear on the floor, spins around and around in my mind and I have to keep myself from looking down at your cleavage, tantalizingly peaking from the bathrobe. I'm not usually a so called 'breast man', but my goodness the little glimpse of your breasts is driving me wild. I've got to keep it together.
The machine finally going you turn toward me, your hand accidentally grazing my thigh. I feel my cock swell further, a hard bulge in my pants. I look down at you, your hair still wet, your body cocooned in the white toweling, oh man I want you so bad. We just stand there looking into each others eyes, and I guess we both know in this instant that it's what we both want. And suddenly your hands are on me and I'm pulling you toward me, kissing your passionately. Wildly our tongues intertwine and our hands search and explore the curves and forms of one another's bodies it just seems so incredibly right. I lift you up on the dryer, and maybe sex could have been amazing that way, but it's a little too high, so I settle for running my hand up your leg and up into your robe. I start at your knee, our mouths still locked, you having to bend down to me, and I feel your legs wrap around my waist. Your thigh is smooth under my hand, cold at first, but getting warmer the further I go, the closer to your hot center. I should probably restrain myself, tease you for a while, but you've been teasing me, intentionally or not, since you walked in out of the rain, and I can't wait much longer. My fingertips reach the end of your thigh and meet your exquisitely soft lips, and a different kind of wetness, warmer and smoother. Mmm you seem to be just as turned on as I am, how utterly hot. I run my finger up your wet slit, moistening my fingertips before stroking them ever so gently over your c***oris. A moan escapes you, and your kiss becomes more passionate, your arms around my neck grip my tighter and your fingers dig into my shoulders. I match your passion as we continue to kiss and I continue to stroke you, still very gently. Your legs wrap tighter around my waist, not leaving me much room to move my hand, almost pulling your off the dryer which rocks underneath you. I wonder if the vibrations from the tumbler are adding to the stimulation I'm giving your? You're pulling me against the edge of the machine and I can feel it, the pulsating rumble against my throbbing cock. It's almost unbearable, I need it to be free! No, I need it to be buried in you, to feel you squeezing me, to be surrounded by you as I satisfy your need as you satisfy mine.
I let two fingers slide downward, leaving your c***, and finding your soft dripping opening I slide them in. You're so wet now that there's no resistance. You break your lips away, our foreheads pressed together, and we look into one another's eyes. Your breath is heavy, sucking in great faltering breaths before letting them out. Something about your breathing turns me on even more, combining with the wonderful warm, slippery feeling on my fingers, and the proximity of your naked body, now rather more than peaking from the robe as it begins to open, despite the tie.
"I've got a confession" I manage to whisper "I'm not from local". And you start to giggle again, at the same time sweet and girlish and yet sexy and naughty too. "Do you really think I care?" you reply, and I grin. Our mouths lock once more. I can't wait any longer. I remove my hand from you and pull you off the dryer. Gripping one another and kissing passionately, I somehow manage to get the door open and carry you across the landing to my bedroom, kicking the door closed behind us.
I throw you down on the bed and you lie there smiling up at me, giggling. The robe is fully open now, your body perfect and pale, stretched out in front of me. I'm desperate for you. I feverishly struggle out of my clothes, my urgency and enthusiasm making your giggle all the more. Remembering safety I grab one of the little foil packets from the bedside cabinet, presumably the proprietors had foreseen just such a situation. Trying to be careful with shaking hands I rip it open, and manage to get the condom on, grinning at you as I roll it down my shaft, watching your eyes dance.
Finally free of my clothes and the rubber on, I crawl over you, your skin so incredibly soft where it brushes against me. Your arms wrap around me, caressing my back and pulling me down toward you. I kiss you passionately again, break away, then give you just a little gentle kiss. I feel my ridged cock nudge your wet folds at your opening and I look into your eyes, questioningly, is it okay? Are you ready? Without a word you smile up at me expectantly and nod.
I allow myself to sink into you. Your warmth envelops me and pleasure rushes through my body, making me sight and screw up my eyes. I feel your legs wrap around my thighs, pulling me deeper, and I gladly press myself down and into you. We're both somehow too desperate to wait, to take this slowly.
We lie there for a moment, relishing that first stroke and the wonderful feeling of being joined in this way. Then I begin to grind my hips against you, feeling you respond by doing the same, rocking against me. The movement of my cock inside you feels incredible, as you squeeze me, and we pivot our position. I open my eyes and look down at your beautiful face, a look of bliss across it. I duck my head down and kiss your neck as I roll my hips, my pubic bone rubbing your sensitive c***oris. You let out a moan and and cant keep myself from smiling, it's lovely to know how much you're enjoying this. I let my lips wander up your neck, biting your earlobe gently, hearing your little giggling moan of pleasure of your mixed response.
I feel you starting to buck under me with more urgency, and I pull my hips away from you a little, so that I can thrust properly. You match my timing as I start thrusting in and out of you, my cock sliding effortlessly, your juices drenching my shaft, lubricating me. You cry out and I stifle a grunting moan of my own. I kiss you again, locking our lips together and letting my tongue slide over yours, as I try to keep us both quiet. Your hips buck under me as I thrust, getting faster and more desperate. I decide to let you take charge for a while and push all the way in so I can roll us over, pulling you on top of me.
You sit up, your hands on my chest and I hold your hips as you begin to rock back and forth. I can feel your pussy tightening around my shaft and I feel myself getting dangerously close. I don't want to come before you. I'd really like to come together. You lean back, your hands on my legs. The way your hips are now titled my cock rubs against your g-spot and you begin to cry out again. Oh god, the barman's bound to hear us! But suddenly I don't care anymore. I do want to hold you again though, to feel your breasts crushed against my chest and your arms wrapped around me.
Somehow I sit up and pull you close. With you sitting in my lap this way we can't move as much, but the intimacy seems to make up for it. You get your legs around so you can use them to help pull yourself hard against me as you tilt your hips to grind. Our lips locked, our bodies pressed against one another, the heat between us intense. I wrap my arms up behind you, holding your shoulders I desperately begin to pull you even harder down, straining with my hips to thrust just that little bit, in to you, relaxing and doing it again. Having to work this way is making both our muscles tremble, building even more tension as we both near breaking point. Our breath comes fast and ragged. I feel your insides begin to contract around me, and I know you're on the edge. My own orgasm is fast approaching and I whisper in your ear "I'm going to come". This seems to edge you on, exciting and thrilling you beyond my belief, your body grinding against mine with renewed vigor. "Yes, come with me!" your gasping reply comes, close to my ear as you grip me tightly, your arms wrapped around me. I begin to almost bounce on the bed as I try to thrust, pulling you down harder and harder, squeezing you with my hands. Your legs grip me, pulling me deeper, harder inside as your body spasms. The heat and the exquisite pleasure wave over me and our voices cry out as we both come. Our bodies convulsing as one, melded together as our shared orgasms rock us, trembling through our bodies. I feel your spasms rhythmically squeeze me as my own spasms send my hot cum spurting out. I wish I was filling you up with it, could feel it splashing against your insides, I wish you could feel it. But this is still amazing. It seems to go on and on, wave after wave of pleasure. But slowly it dies down, leaving us both spent. Our bodies slowly relax, warm and tingling after our massive release.
Stiffly we disentangle ourselves. Exhausted we lie, you cuddling up in my arms once more. Somehow it seems like we've known one another forever, I feel so comfortable with you in that moment. And I'm sure we'll do this again. Suddenly I find myself laughing, and you look up at me, amused by my outbreak. "I just realised how much I love you Geet!!" I say and you begin to laugh with me. But then you pushed me away and said with faking anger "Yeah right! That's why you left me alone here for your precious business and that too on our honeymoon!!!" I pulled you back into my arms and said "I'm sorry Mrs. Khurana! Wont make such a mistake again!!"
INTRO:'I throw you down on the bed and you lie there smiling up at me, giggling. The robe is fully open now, your body perfect and pale, stretched out in front of me. I'm desperate for you!'
WARNING: Strictly for adults!!! Teenagers and kids please restrain from reading it!!!!
The weather of Mumbai has always been so unpredictable. It is sunny in morning, and it's raining in the afternoon...
Today is also just one of those unpredictable days. It was so sunny and nice in the morning, but as the clock striked 11, an unexpected storm hits the sky.
I am sitting in the bar of my hotel, sipping my drink. There are just couple of more people in the bar as it is very early. I am on holiday, but I guess business is never gonna allow me to have some time off! I am waiting for an important client. I probably would have refused to meet Mr. Chopra on my days off, but this deal is very important. And an hour or so from my liesury schedule is not gonna cost me much.
Mr. Chopra is late, and I hate late comers. If there is one thing that Maan Singh Khurana can't tolerate, it's people who doesn't value others' time.
I stand up to go back to the comfortness of my royal suite as my patience is loosing to wait any further, when I hear the door open. I look back in the hope that it's Mr. Chopra, but saw you standing at the door,water running from your hair, your clothes utterly soaked. Eyeing you from top to bottom I am transfixed by the sight of you. It seems inconceivable that someone could look so lovely while utterly bedragged. To my horror I hear myself starting to speak "You're awfully wet miss! You'll be catching your death if you're not careful". You turn to me and smile, much to my relief, sending a little thrill through me. You reply sweetly "Yes, it really is pouring down out there". My mind plays a horrible trick on me, imagining you're wet to the skin, as I look back to you. I'm tempted to offer my room for you to change in, or wait rather, while your clothes dry in the little laundry upstairs. Oooh did I just say that out-loud? You're still smiling so I guess not. A little internal conflict begins, should I go ahead and actually say it? How would be the best way to say such a thing? I don't want you to think I'm coming onto you, though I'm going to have a hard time not to, you're so pretty. I've never been good at this sort of thing. I'm rubbish at flirting and even worse at not flirting.
But I know I'm going to say something, I just hope I don't make a mess of it. "Uh, well I've got a room upstairs if you want to put your clothes in the dryer and wait up there?" You look a little taken aback and I can feel myself flushing, "oh that didn't quite come out right, I didn't mean… you know, I meant it quite innocently!"
You're laughing, and it seems I got away with this momentary laps of judgment. Then to my surprise you say "Oh yes, thank you so much, that would be great". What?! Did I hear you rightly? Did I just invite you to take all your clothes off, wait in my room, and you just said YES?! Ah ok, well keep calm, it's fine. I get up from my seat, my heart racing, and make my way to the door to the stairs. Passing the barman I glare at him as he winked and waggled his eyebrows. Opening the door I gesture for you to go first, realising just too late that probably this isn't all that gentlemanly when we're about to climb the stairs. Certainly my thoughts are far from gentlemanly as I watch your pert bottom sway just in front of me, the fabric of your dress clinging to your wonderfully formed curves. I can feel my jeans starting to feel slightly too tight in the groin department.
On reaching the top I lead you to my room, it's the third of the four rooms off the landing, and I point out the laundry opposite. I find you a bathrobe, hanging on the back of the door, and offer to wait in the hall. To my surprise, again, you tell me you don't mind if I come in, so long as I don't peak. Did you just wink at me? I try to stop myself wondering if you want me? Surely not. I listen to you peal off your clothes, as you talk casually and relaxed, and I try not to imagine your naked body just a few feet behind me. My erection is getting really quite uncomfortable now, I try to surreptitiously adjust myself, but I have no way of knowing if you're watching me or not.
"Ok, you can turn around now" you say, a slight teasing quality to your voice. Turning around I find you wrapped in the oversized white bathrobe, smiling and your eyes dancing. Something about all this seems to be amusing you, and I must confess it is all rather laughable. I could swear your eyes flicked to my crotch, or am I just imagining things? I turn away in slight embarrassment, both my mind and my heart racing. "Lets get your stuff in the dryer" I say, opening the door and returning to the landing. I hear your bare feat padding behind me as I cross the little hall and enter the personal laundry of the suite
I watch as you load your wet clothes into the front loading dryer. You catch my eye and giggle as you accidentally (or perhaps not?) drop your knickers on the floor, stooping to pick them up and throw them in with the rest of the clothes. I refrain from saying anything, but realise I just involuntarily bit my lip. You straighten up and we busy ourselves working out how to turn the machine on. All the while the thought that you're completely naked, reinforced by the sight of your underwear on the floor, spins around and around in my mind and I have to keep myself from looking down at your cleavage, tantalizingly peaking from the bathrobe. I'm not usually a so called 'breast man', but my goodness the little glimpse of your breasts is driving me wild. I've got to keep it together.
The machine finally going you turn toward me, your hand accidentally grazing my thigh. I feel my cock swell further, a hard bulge in my pants. I look down at you, your hair still wet, your body cocooned in the white toweling, oh man I want you so bad. We just stand there looking into each others eyes, and I guess we both know in this instant that it's what we both want. And suddenly your hands are on me and I'm pulling you toward me, kissing your passionately. Wildly our tongues intertwine and our hands search and explore the curves and forms of one another's bodies it just seems so incredibly right. I lift you up on the dryer, and maybe sex could have been amazing that way, but it's a little too high, so I settle for running my hand up your leg and up into your robe. I start at your knee, our mouths still locked, you having to bend down to me, and I feel your legs wrap around my waist. Your thigh is smooth under my hand, cold at first, but getting warmer the further I go, the closer to your hot center. I should probably restrain myself, tease you for a while, but you've been teasing me, intentionally or not, since you walked in out of the rain, and I can't wait much longer. My fingertips reach the end of your thigh and meet your exquisitely soft lips, and a different kind of wetness, warmer and smoother. Mmm you seem to be just as turned on as I am, how utterly hot. I run my finger up your wet slit, moistening my fingertips before stroking them ever so gently over your c***oris. A moan escapes you, and your kiss becomes more passionate, your arms around my neck grip my tighter and your fingers dig into my shoulders. I match your passion as we continue to kiss and I continue to stroke you, still very gently. Your legs wrap tighter around my waist, not leaving me much room to move my hand, almost pulling your off the dryer which rocks underneath you. I wonder if the vibrations from the tumbler are adding to the stimulation I'm giving your? You're pulling me against the edge of the machine and I can feel it, the pulsating rumble against my throbbing cock. It's almost unbearable, I need it to be free! No, I need it to be buried in you, to feel you squeezing me, to be surrounded by you as I satisfy your need as you satisfy mine.
I let two fingers slide downward, leaving your c***, and finding your soft dripping opening I slide them in. You're so wet now that there's no resistance. You break your lips away, our foreheads pressed together, and we look into one another's eyes. Your breath is heavy, sucking in great faltering breaths before letting them out. Something about your breathing turns me on even more, combining with the wonderful warm, slippery feeling on my fingers, and the proximity of your naked body, now rather more than peaking from the robe as it begins to open, despite the tie.
"I've got a confession" I manage to whisper "I'm not from local". And you start to giggle again, at the same time sweet and girlish and yet sexy and naughty too. "Do you really think I care?" you reply, and I grin. Our mouths lock once more. I can't wait any longer. I remove my hand from you and pull you off the dryer. Gripping one another and kissing passionately, I somehow manage to get the door open and carry you across the landing to my bedroom, kicking the door closed behind us.
I throw you down on the bed and you lie there smiling up at me, giggling. The robe is fully open now, your body perfect and pale, stretched out in front of me. I'm desperate for you. I feverishly struggle out of my clothes, my urgency and enthusiasm making your giggle all the more. Remembering safety I grab one of the little foil packets from the bedside cabinet, presumably the proprietors had foreseen just such a situation. Trying to be careful with shaking hands I rip it open, and manage to get the condom on, grinning at you as I roll it down my shaft, watching your eyes dance.
Finally free of my clothes and the rubber on, I crawl over you, your skin so incredibly soft where it brushes against me. Your arms wrap around me, caressing my back and pulling me down toward you. I kiss you passionately again, break away, then give you just a little gentle kiss. I feel my ridged cock nudge your wet folds at your opening and I look into your eyes, questioningly, is it okay? Are you ready? Without a word you smile up at me expectantly and nod.
I allow myself to sink into you. Your warmth envelops me and pleasure rushes through my body, making me sight and screw up my eyes. I feel your legs wrap around my thighs, pulling me deeper, and I gladly press myself down and into you. We're both somehow too desperate to wait, to take this slowly.
We lie there for a moment, relishing that first stroke and the wonderful feeling of being joined in this way. Then I begin to grind my hips against you, feeling you respond by doing the same, rocking against me. The movement of my cock inside you feels incredible, as you squeeze me, and we pivot our position. I open my eyes and look down at your beautiful face, a look of bliss across it. I duck my head down and kiss your neck as I roll my hips, my pubic bone rubbing your sensitive c***oris. You let out a moan and and cant keep myself from smiling, it's lovely to know how much you're enjoying this. I let my lips wander up your neck, biting your earlobe gently, hearing your little giggling moan of pleasure of your mixed response.
I feel you starting to buck under me with more urgency, and I pull my hips away from you a little, so that I can thrust properly. You match my timing as I start thrusting in and out of you, my cock sliding effortlessly, your juices drenching my shaft, lubricating me. You cry out and I stifle a grunting moan of my own. I kiss you again, locking our lips together and letting my tongue slide over yours, as I try to keep us both quiet. Your hips buck under me as I thrust, getting faster and more desperate. I decide to let you take charge for a while and push all the way in so I can roll us over, pulling you on top of me.
You sit up, your hands on my chest and I hold your hips as you begin to rock back and forth. I can feel your pussy tightening around my shaft and I feel myself getting dangerously close. I don't want to come before you. I'd really like to come together. You lean back, your hands on my legs. The way your hips are now titled my cock rubs against your g-spot and you begin to cry out again. Oh god, the barman's bound to hear us! But suddenly I don't care anymore. I do want to hold you again though, to feel your breasts crushed against my chest and your arms wrapped around me.
Somehow I sit up and pull you close. With you sitting in my lap this way we can't move as much, but the intimacy seems to make up for it. You get your legs around so you can use them to help pull yourself hard against me as you tilt your hips to grind. Our lips locked, our bodies pressed against one another, the heat between us intense. I wrap my arms up behind you, holding your shoulders I desperately begin to pull you even harder down, straining with my hips to thrust just that little bit, in to you, relaxing and doing it again. Having to work this way is making both our muscles tremble, building even more tension as we both near breaking point. Our breath comes fast and ragged. I feel your insides begin to contract around me, and I know you're on the edge. My own orgasm is fast approaching and I whisper in your ear "I'm going to come". This seems to edge you on, exciting and thrilling you beyond my belief, your body grinding against mine with renewed vigor. "Yes, come with me!" your gasping reply comes, close to my ear as you grip me tightly, your arms wrapped around me. I begin to almost bounce on the bed as I try to thrust, pulling you down harder and harder, squeezing you with my hands. Your legs grip me, pulling me deeper, harder inside as your body spasms. The heat and the exquisite pleasure wave over me and our voices cry out as we both come. Our bodies convulsing as one, melded together as our shared orgasms rock us, trembling through our bodies. I feel your spasms rhythmically squeeze me as my own spasms send my hot cum spurting out. I wish I was filling you up with it, could feel it splashing against your insides, I wish you could feel it. But this is still amazing. It seems to go on and on, wave after wave of pleasure. But slowly it dies down, leaving us both spent. Our bodies slowly relax, warm and tingling after our massive release.
Stiffly we disentangle ourselves. Exhausted we lie, you cuddling up in my arms once more. Somehow it seems like we've known one another forever, I feel so comfortable with you in that moment. And I'm sure we'll do this again. Suddenly I find myself laughing, and you look up at me, amused by my outbreak. "I just realised how much I love you Geet!!" I say and you begin to laugh with me. But then you pushed me away and said with faking anger "Yeah right! That's why you left me alone here for your precious business and that too on our honeymoon!!!" I pulled you back into my arms and said "I'm sorry Mrs. Khurana! Wont make such a mistake again!!"
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