30-12-2021, 09:47 PM
The Sangeeth was a typical fare, starting with kids dancing to Bollywood numbers followed by friends of the groom doing a short play and the bride and groom enacting their love story through a musical. All the time Mahesh sat looking at Kavya, who was seated in the front rows with the ladies. By dinner time, Mahesh was slightly high on liquor. He noticed Kavya getting up and walking towards the exit door. Was she leaving? He was waiting eagerly for a chance to dance with her. He walked at a brisk pace towards her and met her almost at the exit.
“Leaving?”
“No, searching for the washroom.”
A sigh of relief, “Let me show you, it’s on the backside.” he walked beside her.
The alcohol made Kavya look even hotter. As soon as they reached the washrooms in a sudden move that was more instinctive than planned, Mahesh put his arm around her waist and said, “See you on the dance floor”.
A second later he cursed himself on his act, what was he even thinking about, she is a married woman.
In the washroom Kavya looked at herself in the mirror, she felt bad the way Mahesh was trying to hit on her but deep inside there was a wild happiness she felt. Away in a different place, where no one knew her, no one judged her; she was receiving flirtatious attention from a handsome guy. It was mixed feelings inside her heart, one of contempt and the other of the college day’s rush that she felt when men courted her. Nobody would know if she danced with him, “What’s the harm?” she thought.
Her cell rang, stopping her thoughts abruptly. It was her friend, the bride “Come over to my changing room, quickly.”
People were going to the buffet stands for the dinner as Kavya made way to her friend’s room. The room was filled with around 4-5 women, all in the same age group as her. Neatly arranged on the table were few glasses.
“Cocktails for us,” smiled the bride “away from the judgmental eyes of everyone”.
The girls had a good time and by the time the announcement of the open dance floor came. There was a slight spring in their step and a mild numbness in their minds. It was almost 11 pm in the night and the dance floor was practically empty. Almost all the guests had left, except for around 20 people who stayed back to dance. With no proper lighting facility as in the cities, the hotel organizers just switched off all the lights except for a few necessary, to create a romantic ambiance. Although what it really did was to make the hall very dark and give more privacy to the people.
Kavya noticed Mahesh walking towards her. This was going to be embarrassing if he asked her to dance in front of her friend. She quickly turned towards the bride who was beside her.
“I think I should leave now”
“Why, what’s the hurry, stay back till we are all done and moreover you like to dance”
“But what would I do standing alone and watching you, moreover I am tired from the journey.”
Mahesh was almost close to them and caught the attention of the bride.
“See here is Mahesh. Why don’t you dance with him? Mahesh, come here, are you going back…don’t go. Stay with Kavya and give her company ok, she will be bored at the house anyway”
Mahesh nodded his head, trying hard to conceal his delight.
The bride pulled Kavya aside and whispered in her ear “Don’t worry, Mahesh is a simple guy, all cousins make fun of him, he lacks in confidence when speaking to a girl. He is a gentleman with good intentions, so don’t worry about him”
“Gentleman? Good intentions? My foot” Kavya thought to herself.
The music soon began, at first, Kavya and Mahesh just danced without any physical contact. Everyone else was holding each other. Some were just swaying in each other’s arms while some were attempting desi versions of salsa and tango. After a few minutes, Mahesh summed up the courage to speak “Can I hold you and dance”
Kavya didn’t answer and continued dancing with a dignified smile. After a while, she said yes, whether it was the romantic number being played out or the effect of the numbness in her mind didn’t matter to her anymore. Mahesh was on a similar alcohol induced high, and being a person who never danced with a woman before, he held her too tight and too close. The proximity was something that was uncomfortable to Kavya but Mahesh’s grip was too strong for her to wiggle out.
She tried telling him but her voice was downed by the music. After dancing in that position for a minute she thought that neither was she enjoying the dance nor the company, so decided to let go of the pangs of morality that troubled her mind. From then on she danced leisurely not worrying about the closeness with Mahesh. More cocktails flowed in and more dancing followed.
Soon she felt the strong chest of Mahesh and the contours of his shoulder muscles as she danced with him. She wasn’t sure whether she liked the way one of Mahesh’s arm holding her waist tightly, but after some thought decided to enjoy the moment rather than analyze it. She held on to him and for the first time looked directly into his eyes as she danced. Wow, the piercing black eyes, he was indeed very handsome.
Mahesh didn’t know from where he got the confidence that he was exhibiting on the dance floor. If only he had been half this confident in his life he wouldn’t have been single. When he had to put one arm around her waist he didn’t do it the normal way. He first put his palm beside her navel near the exposed midriff of the saree and then slid the hand slowly around her waist till it reached her back. He felt her soft waist flesh as he pulled her closer to him. He pulled her close enough to feel the softness of her breasts and have a peek of her cleavage. For a moment both let go of each other as a waiter approached them with cocktails. He watched her as her thirsty throat gulped down the entire glass in one go.
“I need to go to the changing room,” she handed him the empty glass.
“Why?”
“Need to find my band to get my hair into a pony. It’s getting hot in here.”
He stood in the semi darkness watching her from the back, how beautiful she looked from the back. Keeping the glass aside Mahesh walked behind her to the changing room.
She stood with her back towards him, going through her handbag to find that band. “Why are you following me, it doesn’t look good,” she glanced back on hearing the noise.
Mahesh stood there admiring her back, “Are you having a good time?”
“Yes,” she smiled as she put her hair into a pony. This made her slender neck visible and Mahesh moved towards her.
He hugged her from behind, hugged her so close that he could feel his manhood against her soft ass.
“What are you doing?” Kavya protested Mahesh just held onto her and kissed her neck softly.
“What if someone walks in, leave……” Kavya’s voice went softer as Mahesh kissed her neck.
Now slowly he brought his palms upwards till they reached her breasts. He felt the softness of her mounds as he squeezed them slowly. There was no protest from Kavya now, just her rapid breathing as he continued pressing her breasts while kissing her neck. The moment soon came to an end as the music stopped outside and brought back the two to their normal senses, lest anyone would discover them.
“Leaving?”
“No, searching for the washroom.”
A sigh of relief, “Let me show you, it’s on the backside.” he walked beside her.
The alcohol made Kavya look even hotter. As soon as they reached the washrooms in a sudden move that was more instinctive than planned, Mahesh put his arm around her waist and said, “See you on the dance floor”.
A second later he cursed himself on his act, what was he even thinking about, she is a married woman.
In the washroom Kavya looked at herself in the mirror, she felt bad the way Mahesh was trying to hit on her but deep inside there was a wild happiness she felt. Away in a different place, where no one knew her, no one judged her; she was receiving flirtatious attention from a handsome guy. It was mixed feelings inside her heart, one of contempt and the other of the college day’s rush that she felt when men courted her. Nobody would know if she danced with him, “What’s the harm?” she thought.
Her cell rang, stopping her thoughts abruptly. It was her friend, the bride “Come over to my changing room, quickly.”
People were going to the buffet stands for the dinner as Kavya made way to her friend’s room. The room was filled with around 4-5 women, all in the same age group as her. Neatly arranged on the table were few glasses.
“Cocktails for us,” smiled the bride “away from the judgmental eyes of everyone”.
The girls had a good time and by the time the announcement of the open dance floor came. There was a slight spring in their step and a mild numbness in their minds. It was almost 11 pm in the night and the dance floor was practically empty. Almost all the guests had left, except for around 20 people who stayed back to dance. With no proper lighting facility as in the cities, the hotel organizers just switched off all the lights except for a few necessary, to create a romantic ambiance. Although what it really did was to make the hall very dark and give more privacy to the people.
Kavya noticed Mahesh walking towards her. This was going to be embarrassing if he asked her to dance in front of her friend. She quickly turned towards the bride who was beside her.
“I think I should leave now”
“Why, what’s the hurry, stay back till we are all done and moreover you like to dance”
“But what would I do standing alone and watching you, moreover I am tired from the journey.”
Mahesh was almost close to them and caught the attention of the bride.
“See here is Mahesh. Why don’t you dance with him? Mahesh, come here, are you going back…don’t go. Stay with Kavya and give her company ok, she will be bored at the house anyway”
Mahesh nodded his head, trying hard to conceal his delight.
The bride pulled Kavya aside and whispered in her ear “Don’t worry, Mahesh is a simple guy, all cousins make fun of him, he lacks in confidence when speaking to a girl. He is a gentleman with good intentions, so don’t worry about him”
“Gentleman? Good intentions? My foot” Kavya thought to herself.
The music soon began, at first, Kavya and Mahesh just danced without any physical contact. Everyone else was holding each other. Some were just swaying in each other’s arms while some were attempting desi versions of salsa and tango. After a few minutes, Mahesh summed up the courage to speak “Can I hold you and dance”
Kavya didn’t answer and continued dancing with a dignified smile. After a while, she said yes, whether it was the romantic number being played out or the effect of the numbness in her mind didn’t matter to her anymore. Mahesh was on a similar alcohol induced high, and being a person who never danced with a woman before, he held her too tight and too close. The proximity was something that was uncomfortable to Kavya but Mahesh’s grip was too strong for her to wiggle out.
She tried telling him but her voice was downed by the music. After dancing in that position for a minute she thought that neither was she enjoying the dance nor the company, so decided to let go of the pangs of morality that troubled her mind. From then on she danced leisurely not worrying about the closeness with Mahesh. More cocktails flowed in and more dancing followed.
Soon she felt the strong chest of Mahesh and the contours of his shoulder muscles as she danced with him. She wasn’t sure whether she liked the way one of Mahesh’s arm holding her waist tightly, but after some thought decided to enjoy the moment rather than analyze it. She held on to him and for the first time looked directly into his eyes as she danced. Wow, the piercing black eyes, he was indeed very handsome.
Mahesh didn’t know from where he got the confidence that he was exhibiting on the dance floor. If only he had been half this confident in his life he wouldn’t have been single. When he had to put one arm around her waist he didn’t do it the normal way. He first put his palm beside her navel near the exposed midriff of the saree and then slid the hand slowly around her waist till it reached her back. He felt her soft waist flesh as he pulled her closer to him. He pulled her close enough to feel the softness of her breasts and have a peek of her cleavage. For a moment both let go of each other as a waiter approached them with cocktails. He watched her as her thirsty throat gulped down the entire glass in one go.
“I need to go to the changing room,” she handed him the empty glass.
“Why?”
“Need to find my band to get my hair into a pony. It’s getting hot in here.”
He stood in the semi darkness watching her from the back, how beautiful she looked from the back. Keeping the glass aside Mahesh walked behind her to the changing room.
She stood with her back towards him, going through her handbag to find that band. “Why are you following me, it doesn’t look good,” she glanced back on hearing the noise.
Mahesh stood there admiring her back, “Are you having a good time?”
“Yes,” she smiled as she put her hair into a pony. This made her slender neck visible and Mahesh moved towards her.
He hugged her from behind, hugged her so close that he could feel his manhood against her soft ass.
“What are you doing?” Kavya protested Mahesh just held onto her and kissed her neck softly.
“What if someone walks in, leave……” Kavya’s voice went softer as Mahesh kissed her neck.
Now slowly he brought his palms upwards till they reached her breasts. He felt the softness of her mounds as he squeezed them slowly. There was no protest from Kavya now, just her rapid breathing as he continued pressing her breasts while kissing her neck. The moment soon came to an end as the music stopped outside and brought back the two to their normal senses, lest anyone would discover them.
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