I am unemployed now for 6 months. It is hard to sleep at most nights with a worried mind. But I wake up in the morning with a morning erection.
There is a spa in Bangalore that I frequently visit. It is run by a woman who is sweet to me. She helps me choose my therapist from the girls she has employed.
The girls are a happy group- she treats them well. They will stick with her. They are all babes worth all the money.
She has hand-picked them. I’ll use a massage from one, the next time with another, then return to the one before, then with someone new, sometimes a Russian, sometimes a dark voluptuous Tamilian, or a north-eastern; how many more times I am gonna do? They keep guessing who’s turn it’s gonna be.
When I am choosing they will gang up on me, expecting, barge my moody talk with the madame with friendly banter- they tease me. They have all had their rounds with me and they talk about stuff I like to do. The girls can get there but none other in her chamber where I can go and talk to her.
I woke up a Sunday morning hot and horny in my boxers and sweating all over. The spa will not open until noon.
The weather was sultry- there seemed a sickness in the air- it was warm and still. I called the madame and she asked me to come over in the afternoon. I was wasted but restless.
I felt ants running all over my body. The morning coffee made it worse. I am known for the spa to like licking pussy after my massage. The girls don’t do it with others.They have a fine reputation which the Madame will not risk. She has known me for many years. And seen what has been in those years.
But it will not be until the afternoon that I will meet her.
My phone buzzed. It was my father calling. I don’t stay with my family.They don’t really know what I am doing- they keep out of it. My friends don’t know all of me either. If only my female friends knew what I do to them in my mind.Was my father calling to throw something in the spin of my day? He was.
It was about that thing again- marriage, a prospective proposal, a family interested to wed off their loving daughter to me. What a rut!But this time there was something different. A family from Ranchi who was interested in a Rishta with us had sent over their daughter to Bangalore to see me. Why would they rush like that?
Apparently, she was coming to Bangalore for a job interview. So, this will be just convenient. Right! So, what have I got to do? My dad told me to pick her from the airport in the afternoon. She has no friends in Bangalore. In the afternoon? Today? Airport? It’s a.. what rotten luck? It meant no.. bloody suckers!!
I could not bail out of that.
The flight arrived on time and I was there to receive her. I had a quick cold shower before I got there but my stubble was overgrown, rough.
Bloody monkey woman, I saw her.Not bad, about 5’5″, fair, nice tits, great thick long hair, prominent low cheekbones- chiseled face like a cat, thin lips, wide eyes. She said Hi! Yeah, very homegrown, desi, but vogue Salwar Kameez to suit Bangalore. Hi, how was the flight? (don’t answer, I don’t care).
To book a hotel room: a nice upstar hotel in a posh area. No. No?
She did not quite get it that she has got to stay in a upstar hotel. But, a low one will do, saves money! Why not? She asked. (Yeah, why not, suit yourself, taste the indecent to know better) I took her to a hotel in an old area in Bangalore.
At the reception, they asked for our Id. I showed both of ours. She took a room.
Her interview was next day. She had been working a few years in Ranchi, but of late felt tied up, small lifestyle, conservative, backward. She wanted the big city.
She wanted to be in the forward area. Forward? Suddenly, she asked me what plans did I have for the evening? Was I dating anybody? A normal casual question what is sudden about it? I had no plans. I had plans in the afternoon that were changed.
The room service knocked on the door. I had been in the room with her for over 20 minutes having a general conversation, being courteous. She opened the door.
He eyed her then he saw me.
He was there to change the towels. I could see what he was thinking. He was thinking I got her to their cheap hotel to shack up with her. Were we doing it in secret? Maybe, I was married, or we were office colleagues or friends with benefits. Hmmm.. He left after he was done. She closed the door behind him. I had been seated in a chair all the time.
She sat on the bed. There was silence. Then in a frolic mood, she asked me if I can take her to a pub or someplace fun in the evening. I considered that for a moment and asked her did she drink. She said she drinks occasionally, with friends in Ranchi.
What does she like? She said whiskey. I said when I drink, I can’t stop. I get wasted. Would she like to go out with me? She replied, “then I will know you better” I probably smiled. She said she will not drink much though cuz she had an interview in the morning.
By saying that she got up from the bed, took a small pouch out of her handbag that seemed to have her face washes, creams, and lotions, and went to the bathroom to freshen up. I lit a cigarette. She was back after a few minutes. She was smelling of soap. “Do you smoke often?”
I replied I did sometimes but not often, and offered her a puff. She took it from my fingers and dragged a puff. She was beautiful in a technical way. She could model- she had the features. Perhaps, on a brighter day, I will be attracted to her at first sight. I was trashy that day.
I was imagining her sitting on the chair, wrapped in only a towel, knees drawn up to her breasts; she would spread her legs to give me a full view of her pussy.
I said we will go out around half past six. She nodded in agreement.What do we do until then? There were a couple of hours left until then. More dragging conversations! That is what it will be if not saved. Maybe start drinking now. I asked her if she had a boyfriend.
She said no, not really, just time passing admirers, childlike flirting.. movielike glances. Then she asked me if I had a girlfriend. I told her I did not. I thought that ended that topic.
But after a little pause, hesitating slightly, she asked quite boldly, what about sex? How do I satisfy it? And she smiled like a small girl talking about a hidden mischief. I considered what I was going to say or stop myself from saying what I was about to tell. I told her I took body massages.
I was suddenly aware of my cigarette between my fingers. She was sitting on the bed like before but stone cold still, expressionless, looking at me.
Then, gripped with great curiosity in the middle of her unraveling mischief, the little girl asked me the details.
I told her descriptively that I take full naked body massages which end with me licking the pussy of the therapist and the therapist giving me a blowjob, sometimes fucking. All she managed to say at first was “wow!huh!”
I snubbed the cigarette butt in an ashtray over a small table. Her eyes had not left me. There was another pause and I said, “so, you don’t mind a rare smoke then?” She did not reply. Her eyes were now glazed. Then, she said it must be really liberating to be on my own in a big city. I said it happens everywhere.
But her eyes were still glazed. I asked her if she was a virgin. That snapped her out of it. She smiled, shifted, looked around, then back to me and said No. No? No. I said she looked so stunned, I thought maybe it was too. So, then, after all, she did it with somebody? She replied she was not stunned all the while. Rather that..
Then after a pause of suspense, seemingly tense at first, but later rather boldly, even casually, with an underlying urgency ( it was getting hotter around my ears again, I was horny like I was on that morning, I was semi-erect ) she said, “it was very hot how you told me that”.
A sudden loud disturbing music rang in my ears, across the whole room.. phone! Phone! It was her phone ringing. She attended to it. It was her father on the line.
I looked at her body. I could not have been so horny, but I could have gotten horny now, looking at her yellow dress, the wide open neck of the Kameez, the roundness of her boobs, firm, her flat abdomen, no fats overflowing her figure, perfect.
I never need provocation to be indecent, I don’t need seduction to be invited, or be bold. I got up from my chair. She was standing now looking away, talking over the phone, what were they chitchatting about?
I walked up behind her, very close, cocky, and with a sudden urge of evil sexual naughtiness, put my arm around her waistline and grabbed her crotch. I expected a shocked response. She was shocked but only slightly or it was a controlled response- it seemed her conversation was unaffected.
I leaned forward and chewed her earlobe. My lund was completely erect and pressing against her butt. She was squirming, sexually oozing, in my embrace. But her phone call was unaffected.
Then suddenly she nudged me away with her elbow. I left her and went into the washroom. I stood in front of the bathroom mirror. I could hear her still talking over the phone. I took a couple of minutes at the sink. She had completed her call. I walked out of the bathroom.
When she saw me she cried, “what is the matter with you?” I did not look up. I slumped on the bed in front of me. I lied down completely. “Oh my, so despo!”, She said. I looked at her. She looked stern. What could I say? Then it seemed like her expression was dissolving.
But she kept the sternness in her posture. Then before I could come up with something to say, in a half stern half relenting, in a somewhat practical way of assessing the situation, quite opportunistic, she said “okay, let’s do it, but no word of it to anyone. This is not about getting married or anything. It does not mean anything”
Like a coiled snake prompted that springs, I jumped out of my bed. It was rare, unexpected and extremely sensual.She very quickly dropped her Salwar and sat in the chair with her legs drawn up and spread out. She pointed towards her pussy with her finger.
I understood what she meant. I bent down to my knees, shifted her panty with my fingers and buried my tongue inside.
She held my head in her hand and pressed it down into her pussy. She started moaning and breathing long heavy hot breaths. She was squirming with pleasure, pushing her pussy into my face. I licked and ate and drank and ate and licked and ate her juicy pussy. I fingered her now. She was not a virgin but tight. I ate it all.
I stood up and she pulled my lund out of my pants. I thrust it in her mouth before she had a good lusty look at it. Oh, she wanted it. This is the city she wanted.
Now she was swallowing it. Now she was gagged. She sucked my balls so hard that I was almost knocked out. So, I asked her to only lick them and suck my dick hard. She licked it for many minutes. I removed her Kameez and her bra.
She got up from the chair and pushed me on the bed. She threw herself on me. Straddled me, held my cock, guided it, took it inside of her. She rode it. She rode it like she was on a horse and trying to get ahead, faster, faster.
Her whole body swayed heroically. It was rough, vigorous, more vigorous. O she fucked me. She fucked me that day.She squeezed my balls till the juice ran down my leg. Did it dirty like her father would never know. This is a great introduction. It would mean nothing. Squeeze it, baby, squeeze it again.
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