Adultery Broken trust and suppressed lust

[Vinty03]

Great writing skills.

[Zoz34]

Great writing skills.

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[Zoz34]

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What vishal thinks about afrah ( love Or lust)?. Both pics and update are hot.

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[Santhosh Stanley]

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[a2011]

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[Gitaranjan]

Very nice

[Zoz34]

Escaped in Goa -1


  

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[siva05]

Escaped in Goa -1


  

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Where is the hip chain bro? he he

[Zoz34]

After the botique they went to the beachside restaurant.


As they sat at the open beachside restaurant, the salty breeze from the ocean played with Afrah’s hair, the waves crashing softly in the background. The setting sun cast a warm, golden glow over everything, making the scene feel surreal. They had just ordered seafood, and Afrah was trying to relax, taking in the beauty around her. But Vishal’s eyes kept wandering to her, and she could feel it—the weight of his gaze moving across her body, lingering on her bust and the bare skin of her waist exposed by the crop top.
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"Stop looking at me like that, you pervert," she said, her voice sharp but colored with a nervous laugh. She could feel her cheeks heating up, the blush creeping up her neck despite herself.

Vishal didn’t even bother to deny it. Instead, he leaned back in his chair with a smug smirk, his eyes unapologetically sweeping over her again. "I can’t help it," he said, his voice low and smooth. "You make it impossible to look away."

Afrah crossed her arms over her chest instinctively, trying to shield herself from his gaze, but it only drew his attention further. "You’re unbelievable," she muttered, trying to keep her composure, but her pulse raced in response to his unabashed admiration.

Vishal leaned forward now, his elbows resting on the table as his eyes met hers, holding her gaze. "You know," he began, his tone teasing but laced with something darker, more suggestive, "you’ve got this thing about you, Afrah. You pretend to be all innocent and proper, but deep down, I think you like the attention."

Her heart skipped a beat at his words. "I—what?" she stammered, her voice faltering. "That's not—"

"Don’t lie to me," he interrupted, his voice soft but insistent. "You enjoy it. The way you move… you know exactly what you’re doing. You like knowing that I’m watching you, that I can’t take my eyes off you."

Afrah opened her mouth to protest, but no words came out. She could feel her body betraying her, the way her pulse quickened, how the tension between them was growing thicker with every passing second.

"See?" Vishal chuckled softly, his eyes flicking down to her lips, then back up to her eyes. "You don’t have to admit it out loud, but I can see it in your face. You’re blushing, aren’t you?"

Afrah swallowed hard, trying to regain control. "You’re so full of yourself," she shot back, but even to her own ears, it sounded weak. She wasn’t used to this—being spoken to like this, being looked at like this. And the worst part was, as much as she wanted to deny it, there was a part of her that thrilled at his attention.

Vishal grinned, leaning back again, satisfied with her reaction. "You like it when I look at you, Afrah. And you know what? I’m going to keep looking. Because you look incredible in that outfit, and every guy in here is probably wishing they were me right now, sitting here with you."

Afrah’s heart pounded, a mixture of excitement and unease swirling inside her. His words were bold, teasing, but there was a seductive pull to them, an undeniable magnetism. She could feel the heat of his gaze even when she looked away, trying to focus on the ocean instead of the way her skin tingled under his attention.

"You've got some nerve," she said, her voice quieter now, almost a whisper, as she glanced around nervously. The restaurant was open and lively, but she felt exposed under Vishal’s intense gaze. The sound of laughter and clinking glasses faded into the background as the world around them blurred, narrowing down to just the two of them and the charged air between them.

Vishal leaned forward again, the playful smirk on his lips replaced with a serious, seductive intensity that made her heart race. “It’s not nerve, Afrah. It’s the truth.” His voice was a low, velvety murmur, intimate and laced with promise. His eyes flicked down to her exposed waist once again, lingering just long enough to make her squirm in her seat, her body responding to the heat of his gaze despite her mind screaming at her to pull away.

“The truth is,” he continued, his tone dropping even lower, drawing her in, “I want to run my hands along that smooth skin of yours.” His voice was thick with desire, and Afrah felt a shiver run down her spine at the thought. She could almost feel the weight of his hands on her waist, the heat radiating from his palms, igniting her senses and making her skin tingle with anticipation.

“See how you react when I touch you... here,” he said, his fingers tracing an imaginary line along her waist, his eyes watching her every reaction. “And maybe... a little lower.” The suggestion hung in the air like a thick fog, heavy and intoxicating, swirling around them and clouding her thoughts.

Afrah’s breath caught in her throat, her heart pounding a rapid rhythm against her chest as his words sank in. The tension was unbearable, the line they were toeing dangerously thin. She felt a mix of thrill and fear coursing through her veins, the very real possibility of crossing that line looming like a tantalizing cliff.

“What are you doing to me?” she finally managed to say, her voice barely above a whisper. She was acutely aware of her bare waist, the way her crop top bared her skin to the warm air, making her feel both exposed and alive. “You can’t just say things like that.”

“Why not?” Vishal challenged, his eyes sparkling with mischief. “You’re the one who looks like a temptress, tempting me with every inch of you.” He leaned in even closer, the distance between them dwindling to nothing, their faces just inches apart. “You’re the one looking so sexy,” he murmured, his gaze drifting down to her midriff, his breath warm against her skin. “And it’s driving me wild.”[img]<a href=[/img]" />

Afrah’s cheeks flushed a deep crimson, a mix of embarrassment and thrill at his unabashed admiration. The way he looked at her, so hungrily, made her pulse quicken. She felt alive in a way she had never experienced before, but the reality of their situation sent a wave of panic coursing through her. “Vishal, we can’t,” she protested weakly, even as she found herself leaning closer, her body betraying her as it craved the very closeness she feared.

“But you want to,” he countered, his voice a low whisper, sending ripples of heat through her. His eyes bore into hers, searching, teasing, and she felt utterly exposed under his scrutiny. “You can’t deny that you feel this too. The chemistry between us... it’s electric.”

As he spoke, Afrah could feel the tension crackling in the air around them, almost tangible, like a live wire ready to snap. Every word he said sent jolts of awareness coursing through her, igniting a fire deep within her that she had kept buried for far too long. His gaze, intense and unwavering, held her captive, and she found it impossible to look away.

“Just imagine,” he said, his voice low and seductive. “What it would feel like if I let my fingers glide along your skin.” His words painted vivid images in her mind, igniting her imagination and stirring something primal within her. She felt a rush of heat flood her cheeks, and she bit her lip to stifle the whimper that threatened to escape.

“Vishal… ” she breathed, her heart racing as her body reacted against her will. She could already picture his hands exploring her waist, trailing lower, where she dared not let her thoughts go. The heat in his gaze, the way he leaned closer, closing the space between them—it all felt so wrong and yet so deliciously right.

“Don’t fight it, Afrah,” he whispered, his voice a silken caress. “Just let it happen.” The promise in his words hung between them, intoxicating and dangerously tempting, and for the first time, she found herself considering the possibilities, the thrill of surrendering to the moment and the wild rush it promised.

Afrah's breath hitched as the charged moment stretched between them, her pulse hammering in her ears. She knew she should pull away, but instead, she found herself biting her lip, her body betraying the warning bells going off in her mind.

Vishal smirked, his eyes never leaving hers. “See? You want this as much as I do,” he whispered, leaning back with a playful grin. His hand brushed hers lightly on the table, sending a spark through her.

With a nervous laugh, Afrah shook her head, trying to regain control. “You’re trouble, Vishal,” she said softly, her voice teasing but still breathless. “You should really watch yourself.”
"This is how you charm all your so-called *girlfriends*, isn’t it, Mr. Playboy?" she quipped, her voice filled with mock amusement. She leaned back in her chair, flipping her hair over her shoulder with an air of nonchalance. "But let me tell you, Vishal—it’s not going to work on me." 

She raised an eyebrow, smirking at him, knowing full well that his teasing was all part of his charm. "Try harder next time. I hear a lot of practice makes perfect," she added with a laugh, her tone light, deflecting the

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Vishal pov:

Vishal leaned back in his chair, his gaze hungrily taking in Afrah as she sat across from him at the beachside restaurant. The golden sunlight dbangd over her like a halo, accentuating the delicate curves of her figure and making her positively radiant. The crop top she wore clung to her body, hugging her bust just right while teasingly leaving enough to the imagination. He admired the way the fabric caressed her smooth skin, emphasizing the subtle rise of her waist that made him yearn to reach out and touch her.

His gaze traveled lower, drinking in the denim shorts that hugged her hips and clung to her form, the frayed edges teasingly brushing against her upper thighs. They showcased her long legs, which seemed to stretch infinitely, the bare skin of her waist tantalizingly exposed, an invitation that stirred something primal within him. He had never seen anyone pull off such a look with such effortless confidence, and the sight of her left him captivated and insatiably hungry.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

Afrah fidgeted under his gaze, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson that only heightened her allure. The way she bit her lip, her eyes darting around as if checking for prying eyes, ignited his pulse. It was intoxicating, the blend of her innocence and the sensuality radiating from her. He could sense her discomfort mingled with excitement, fueling the desire that churned within him.

He couldn't shake the thought of how tempting she looked right now. Imagining his fingers gliding along her waist, feeling the warmth of her skin beneath his touch, sent a jolt of electricity coursing through him. The idea of exploring every inch of her body ignited a fire that spread from his core to the very tips of his fingers.
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Leaning forward, he lowered his voice, feeling the air between them thicken with unspoken tension. Just the thought of having her alone made his heart race, and he found himself wondering what it would be like to let his hands wander freely, to feel her body respond to his touch. He could almost envision her heart racing, her breath hitching as he contemplated how far he could take this. 

His mind spiraled deeper into fantasy, consumed by thoughts of Afrah. He imagined her soft, curvy thighs wrapped around him, clinging to him as he entered her. The visual alone sent a surge of adrenaline through him, and he could almost feel the heat of her skin against his, the way her legs would anchor him in place. The thought of her body arching into him, instinctively craving more, was intoxicating. 

Every curve of her body was a temptation, and he fantasized about how she would respond to his touch—her thighs instinctively gripping him tighter as he pressed deeper, her eyes wide with a mix of surprise and longing as they crossed that line together, her soft cries echoing in his mind. The image of her creamy, inviting thighs wrapped around him was a tantalizing promise of pleasure.

His gaze lingered on her lips as she lifted the shrimp to her mouth, watching the way her full, luscious lips wrapped around the delicate seafood. A thick, juicy cream dripped from her lips, glistening under the warm glow of the restaurant’s ambient lighting. The thought of that creamy substance being replaced by his cum made his breath hitch. 

He envisioned her tongue darting out to collect the cream, and his mind raced with thoughts of what it would be like to taste her, to capture that sweetness for himself. The sight of her lips glistening with desire ignited a fire in him. He couldn't shake the image of her mouth wrapped around his cock , the way she would moan softly, her eyes locking onto his with a mixture of shyness and hunger.

A playful smile crept onto his face as he imagined the implications of her indulgent eating. He loved the way she savored every bite, the blush on her cheeks adding to her allure. The idea of cleaning up a mess for her lingered in his mind, teasing the boundaries of their flirtation and making him wonder how far he could push it.

Vishal reveled in the delicious game of seduction, knowing that rushing things would only spoil the thrill. He wanted to savor every moment, to slowly peel away the layers of innocence that cloaked Afrah, revealing the wild, alluring vixen he suspected lay hidden beneath. Each flirty thought and lingering gaze was part of a careful strategy, designed to draw her out and make her crave him in ways she had never anticipated.

He loved the challenge of a woman like Afrah—gorgeous and seemingly pure, yet there was a spark in her eyes that hinted at untapped desire. The idea of coaxing that side of her into the light thrilled him. It was a dance, each step calculated, each move intentional. He could see her blush when he looked at her, and that only fueled his determination.

Vishal couldn't help but smirk at the thought of her clueless fiancé, Sohail, completely oblivious to the seduction unfolding right in front of him. Sohail, with his insecurities and naivety, had no idea how vulnerable Afrah was becoming, how easily she could slip from his grasp. While he toiled away in his own world of delusions, Vishal was here, ready to embrace every inch of her, to uncover her most secret desires.

“Why rush?” he thought, savoring the anticipation. “It’s not just about the destination; it’s about the journey.” He wanted to draw her in, to make her ache for him, to awaken that naughty side of her that had been dormant for too long. With every teasing thought, he planned to stoke the fire of her desires until she was begging for more.

The pleasure of seducing Afrah wouldn’t just be in the conquest; it would be in the slow unraveling of her carefully crafted persona. He could already picture the moment when she would finally give in, letting her inhibitions fall away like discarded clothing, embracing the lustful side of herself that had been hidden for so long. That image fueled his pursuit, and he felt a surge of excitement knowing that the sweet, innocent girl he saw before him was just a veneer over the passionate woman he was determined to bring out. 

As he imagined the way she would quiver beneath him, each gasp and moan a symphony of desire, he realized he was ready to orchestrate a masterpiece—a dance of seduction that would leave them both breathless, consumed by their shared passion. The beachside restaurant faded away, leaving only the two of them, caught in a web of longing, anticipation, and unspoken promises.

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Afrah pov:





Afrah walked ahead of Vishal, the soft sand of the beach warm beneath her bare feet. With each step, she felt his gaze linger on her, the heat of his stare igniting a mix of embarrassment and exhilaration within her. *Pervert,* she thought, shaking her head, but the blush creeping up her cheeks betrayed her. 

There was a wicked thrill in knowing how much he wanted her, and an idea struck her—a playful way to tease him just a little. She decided to sway her hips more provocatively, allowing her denim shorts to ride up slightly, accentuating the curve of her backside. The soft fabric clung to her skin, and with each tantalizing move, it whispered promises of what lay beneath, leaving little to the imagination. 

As she walked, she let her waist twist and turn, enhancing the sensual rhythm of her body, the fabric of her top brushing against her skin, heightening her awareness of her own allure. She could feel the cool breeze caress her bare waist, teasing her with its touch, and the thrill of being so exposed ignited a fire within her. The thought of Vishal watching her, the raw desire burning in his eyes, made her heart race and her skin prickle with anticipation. 

With every step, she felt a rush of confidence, the naughty side of her emerging as she swayed a little more, pushing the boundaries of their flirtation. *How far could she take this?* she wondered, the excitement electrifying her senses. She glanced back over her shoulder, catching his gaze locked onto her rear, a smirk playing on his lips that made her pulse quicken.

Feeling emboldened, she allowed her fingers to dance over the hem of her shorts, teasingly tugging at them as she walked, her eyes sparkling with mischief. The act was a silent invitation, a challenge that promised adventure and exhilaration. She loved the way his breath seemed to hitch, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down her spine. 

"Hey, Vishal," she called over her shoulder, her voice laced with playful seduction. "Catch up if you can." With that, she picked up the pace, her legs carrying her with an alluring grace, each step a deliberate tease. She could feel his eyes trailing along her curves, drinking in every inch of her exposed skin, and it fueled her daring.

The tension crackled in the air between them, thick with unspoken desires. Each sway of her hips was a calculated move, meant to ensnare him in her playful web, the thrill of their game pushing her to go further. She could almost feel the weight of his gaze, a palpable heat that left her breathless and craving more. 


""Where are we going?" Afrah asked, her curiosity piqued as Vishal pointed toward a sleek, private yacht glistening in the sunlight.

"Over there," he replied, smirking. The yacht bobbed gently on the waves, exuding luxury and adventure.

Afrah's eyes widened with excitement. "A yacht? Are we really going on that?"

"Absolutely," Vishal said smoothly. "Thought we could enjoy some time away from the crowd, just you and me."

The idea filled her with a thrill. *What would they do on the yacht?* She glanced back at it, taking in its sunbathing deck and cozy seating area, feeling a flutter of anticipation.

Vishal's eyes sparkled as he observed her reaction. "Ready for some fun?"

"Definitely," Afrah replied, her heart racing as she walked toward the yacht, eager to see what adventure awaited them.

As the yacht glided across the water, Afrah couldn’t help but feel a thrill of excitement. The sea breeze kissed her skin, the salty air filling her lungs as she looked out at the endless stretch of blue surrounding them. She felt alive, exhilarated by the freedom of being out in the middle of the ocean, far from the constraints of her everyday life.
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The yacht slowed to a stop in the middle of the water. She turned to Vishal, a question in her eyes.

"Can you swim?" he asked casually, a mischievous glint in his eye.

"Here? In the middle of the ocean?" she responded, glancing nervously at the vast expanse of water.

"Yes, here," he said, already removing his shirt with a slow, deliberate motion.

Afrah’s eyes widened as she took in the sight before her. His shirt fell to the deck, revealing a body sculpted by muscle, his chest broad and his abs defined. The sun glistened off his tanned skin, and for a moment, she was speechless, her gaze lingering longer than she intended.

He caught her staring and smirked. "Like what you see?" he teased, his voice dripping with amusement.

Afrah snapped her gaze back to his face, feeling the heat rise in her cheeks. "No! I mean... it’s just... you’re... uh, fit," she stammered, trying to compose herself.

Vishal chuckled, stepping closer to her, his presence overwhelming. "Fit, huh?" he said, his voice low, teasing. "I think you were enjoying the view more than you’d like to admit."

She tried to look away, but his teasing tone, combined with the proximity of his bare, muscular body, made her pulse race. The breeze carried his scent, a mix of salt and something distinctly masculine. She felt flustered, but couldn’t deny the magnetic pull she felt toward him.

"Come on, let’s swim," he said, standing at the edge of the yacht, his back to her, flexing slightly, as if showing off on purpose. "Unless you’re too shy to keep up?"

Afrah swallowed, torn between nervousness and the undeniable attraction pulling her toward him.



Afrah shook her head, a nervous smile playing on her lips. "No, I’m not swimming here," she said firmly, backing away from the edge of the yacht.

Vishal raised an eyebrow, smirking. "Come on, Afrah. It’s just water."

"I said no," she repeated, her voice more insistent this time. But Vishal was already climbing over the railing, shrugging.

"Alright then, suit yourself," he said, before leaping into the ocean with a graceful dive.

She watched as he surfaced a few feet away, water streaming down his muscular body as he swam effortlessly. His head popped up, and he grinned at her. "Afrah! You’re missing out," he called out teasingly, floating lazily on his back, his toned chest glistening in the sunlight.

She rolled her eyes, trying to suppress a smile. "I’ll pass."

Vishal swam closer to the yacht, treading water. "Afrah, I need help!" he called out suddenly, his tone more serious.

Her heart skipped a beat. "What? What happened?" She rushed to the edge, her hands gripping the railing as she looked down at him.

"Just give me your hand," he said, reaching up toward her. His face was an exaggerated mix of innocence and charm.

Afrah hesitated for a moment, but then, sighing, she extended her hand toward him. As soon as their fingers touched, he grinned devilishly and, with a quick yank, pulled her off balance. Before she could protest, she felt herself being tugged forward, her feet slipping out from under her.

"Vishal! No!" she squealed, but it was too late. She tumbled over the railing, plunging into the cool ocean water with a splash.

She resurfaced, sputtering and glaring at him. "You—!"

Vishal’s laugh echoed across the water, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "Told you it’d be fun!" he said, his arms wrapping around her to keep her steady in the water. 

Afrah couldn’t help but laugh despite herself, the thrill of the moment and the ocean surrounding them washing away her hesitation.




As they splashed each other in the water, the playful atmosphere quickly turned into something more charged. Vishal lunged toward Afrah, pretending to catch her off-guard, and she instinctively pushed back, laughing. The water rippled around them as they wrestled, their bodies brushing up against one another. 

His hands "accidentally" grazed her waist, the contact sending an electric shiver through her. Afrah’s laughter faltered slightly, but she kept up the playful façade, splashing him again. Vishal, however, closed the distance, his grip sliding from her arms down to her hips as if to "steady her." His fingers lingered, tracing the curve of her waist just under the water's surface, the light touch making her body tense.

As they grappled, his hand slipped lower, brushing the top of her thighs, and he held her just a little closer, his chest pressing against her back. Every time she tried to pull away, he found a way to catch her again, his fingers trailing over her bare skin. The sensation of his hands moving over her underwater, almost hidden from sight but very much felt, heightened the intensity of the moment. 

The tension was palpable now, the playful splashing forgotten as his fingers slipped along her thighs, occasionally brushing just a little too high, lingering a little too long, under the guise of helping her "balance" in the water. Afrah’s breath hitched as she felt his body pressing against hers from behind, his hands steady but teasing, holding her in place, leaving her unsure of whether she wanted to break free or let him continue.


As they wrestled in the water, Vishal's hands grazed Afrah's waist, his fingers briefly sinking into the soft skin there before drifting lower. The sensation made her pulse quicken, but she kept up the playful act, splashing him in retaliation. His movements, however, were calculated—every touch deliberate. 

He reached out to "steady" her, his hands slipping down from her sides to her hips, fingers lightly tracing the curve of her body. The feeling of his fingertips skimming over her bare skin, just above the surface of the water, sent a ripple of heat through her. His palm brushed the soft dip of her waist before his hand slid lower, grazing the top of her thighs under the water. Each touch was fleeting yet lingering, his fingers teasing her in ways that felt far too intimate for the moment.

Afrah's breath caught as she felt his chest brush against her back, the heat of his skin warming her through the cool water. His strong grip on her hips, the firmness of his body pressing against hers, made her feel the unspoken tension more intensely. Every time she tried to move away, he caught her again, his hands slipping around her waist once more, lingering just above her thighs. The contact was subtle yet suggestive, his fingers hovering in that dangerous territory between playful and purposeful. 

She could feel the strength in his arms as they encircled her, keeping her close. His fingertips grazed the inside of her thighs under the water, barely noticeable but enough to make her skin tingle. The sensation of his body against hers—his firm chest, the light pressure of his hands—made her hyper-aware of every inch of her exposed skin, the water amplifying every touch as they floated together in the ocean.






Vishal pov:


Vishal couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on Afrah as they stood on the yacht, drying off. Her white crop top, now soaked, clung to her body in a way that made his pulse quicken. The fabric had turned nearly transparent, revealing the outline of her lacy bra beneath, the wet material hugging the curve of her breasts, accentuating her figure. His eyes traveled lower, taking in the sight of her waist—the smooth skin glistening with droplets of water. They trailed down, catching the sunlight as they followed the curve of her hips, then onto her toned thighs, where the denim shorts stuck to her like a second skin, highlighting every inch of her legs.
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Her hair, damp and tousled, framed her flushed face perfectly, the dark strands sticking to her neck and shoulders. The sight of her like this—disheveled yet utterly captivating—sent a rush of heat through him. The breeze teased her wet clothes, but it only heightened the way the fabric clung to her skin, revealing more than she might have intended. He could barely tear his eyes away, entranced by the way the water still glistened on her body, tempting him to reach out and touch her again.

The memory of their playful wrestling in the ocean flashed in his mind—the way her soft, wet skin had felt under his hands. Her waist had been so smooth, her thighs firm but yielding to his touch. As they grappled, the heat of their bodies mixed with the coolness of the water, every graze of skin electric. He remembered how her body had pressed against his, how her laughter had turned breathless with the unspoken tension between them.

Afrah caught him staring, a slight frown creasing her brow. "What are you looking at?" she asked, her voice a mix of curiosity and embarrassment.

Vishal let a slow, teasing smile spread across his face. "You look so damn sexy when you’re wet," he said, his voice low and filled with suggestion. His gaze dropped deliberately back to her chest, then slid over her waist and hips, making no effort to hide his appreciation. "That top of yours... it’s barely covering anything," he added, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as he watched her cheeks flush an even deeper shade of pink.[img]<a href=[/img]" />

Afrah glanced down, suddenly aware of just how revealing her soaked outfit was, but she didn’t move to cover up. Instead, she met his gaze again, her eyes wide and unsure, but there was something else there too—something that made him want to push just a little further.

He took a step closer, closing the distance between them, his voice dropping to a near-whisper. "Need some help drying off?" he asked, his fingers lightly brushing the edge of the towel she held in her hands. "I’ve got a pretty good technique... I can make sure you’re warm and dry in no time," he added, his tone teasing but layered with a deeper intent.

He could see the way her breath hitched at his words, her body reacting even if her mind was still resisting. He wanted to feel the warmth of her skin again, to let his hands trace the water droplets still clinging to her. His eyes roamed over her, imagining his fingers moving over that buttery smooth waist of hers, slowly drying her off, inch by inch. He’d start at her waist, letting his hands linger just a little too long as he slid the towel up to her chest, savoring the feel of her body under the fabric. Then, he’d move lower, tracing the curve of her hips, before moving down to her thighs, taking his time with every touch.

"You know," he murmured, stepping even closer so that their bodies were almost touching, "I’m pretty good with my hands... I could make sure you’re all warm and dry, and maybe enjoy the process a little bit myself."

"No",she said playfully.

Afrah pov:


Afrah glanced down at herself, feeling the cool cling of her wet clothes against her skin. The white crop top was almost transparent now, molding to her chest, and her denim shorts stuck to her legs uncomfortably. She tugged at the fabric, trying to make it sit more modestly, but it was no use. Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment as she realized how exposed she looked.

"My clothes are all wet," she murmured, glancing at Vishal. "What am I supposed to wear now?"

Vishal leaned back against the railing of the yacht, his eyes glinting with amusement. "We just have to stay in the sun until we dry off," he said casually, his gaze trailing over her body, not bothering to hide his admiration. "Although..." He paused, a slow smile spreading across his face, "I could watch you like this all day."

Her breath caught at his words, her heart fluttering with a mixture of embarrassment and something else—something she didn’t want to name. She bit her lip, feeling her face grow even hotter under his gaze. He wasn’t just teasing her; his eyes lingered on her like he was savoring the sight, and it sent an unexpected thrill through her.

"You’re such a pervert," she muttered, her voice shaky as she tried to sound annoyed. But even she could hear the waver in her tone, betraying how his attention was affecting her.

Vishal chuckled softly, his eyes twinkling with playful mischief. "Can you blame me?" he replied, his voice low and teasing. "You look irresistible when you're wet." His words sent a shiver down her spine, even though the sun was warming her skin. 

She glanced away, trying to steady her breath. "Just... stop looking at me like that," she said, though even as the words left her lips, she knew they sounded weak. There was a part of her—an unfamiliar, rebellious part—that liked the way he looked at her. The way his gaze made her feel noticed, desired.

But she pushed that thought away quickly, trying to focus on anything but the way his eyes were still on her.



Afrah crossed her arms over her chest, feeling Vishal’s eyes on her like a warm touch, and bit her lip in frustration. “Stop staring at me like that.”

Vishal smirked, his eyes never leaving hers. “Like what?”

“Like… you’re imagining things,” she said, her voice low, her heart racing as she tried to sound firm.

He chuckled, stepping closer, the air between them charged with tension. “Oh, Afrah,” he said, his voice dripping with playful intent, “you have no idea what I’m imagining.”

Her pulse quickened, her breath catching in her throat. “You’re such a—”

“A what?” He leaned in, his breath brushing her ear. “A pervert? Come on, you know you like the attention.”

Afrah’s cheeks burned, her stomach doing flips. She looked away, trying to ignore the way his words made her feel.

Vishal’s eyes swept over her, lingering on the way her wet crop top clung to her curves, the soft lines of her waist peeking out from the drenched fabric. “You know,” he said, his tone turning more suggestive, “if you need help... toweling off, I’d be more than happy to lend a hand. I could start with that perfect waist of yours.”

Afrah’s breath hitched, and she quickly shook her head, a nervous laugh escaping her. “No way. I’m fine.”

He chuckled again, stepping back just a bit, his eyes still drinking her in. “Suit yourself. But I’m warning you... standing out here in the sun isn’t going to make me look any less.” He winked, leaning casually against the railing again, his playful grin still firmly in place. "Besides, you’ve got a lot more than just the sun heating things up around here." 

Her stomach flipped again, and despite herself, she felt a blush rising up her neck.


Back to the hotel:


As Afrah slipped into her room, she felt a mixture of excitement and guilt twisting in her chest. The evening on the yacht had been thrilling, an escape from the usual, and Vishal’s playful flirtation lingered in her mind. She quickly changed out of her wet clothes into something more comfortable, sneaking out to join her colleagues by the pool. The warm evening air filled with the sound of their laughter as they discussed dinner plans.

Her phone buzzed in her hand—Sohail. She hesitated for a moment before answering, trying to sound casual. “Hey, Sohail. Yeah, it’s been a long day. Just meetings and paperwork, nothing special,” she lied, the weight of guilt creeping in as she heard the concern in his voice.

As Sohail asked more questions, Afrah’s eyes flicked toward the pool where Neha, Nisha, and Aman were already chatting. She shifted uncomfortably, fidgeting with her hair, the words spilling out too easily. “I’m just at the hotel with everyone now. We’re about to grab dinner... I’ll call you later, okay?”

Just then, she heard Vishal’s voice calling her name from across the pool, loud and casual, but it sent a jolt through her. Her heart skipped a beat, and she quickly cut off the conversation with Sohail. “I’ll talk to you soon, bye!” she said, hanging up before he could respond. The guilt was quickly replaced by a nervous excitement as she turned to face Vishal, who was walking toward her with that same confident smile.


Dinner had been a mix of laughter and tension, with the group enjoying seafood and cocktails as the sun set over the horizon. Afrah found herself stealing glances at Vishal, their eyes locking for brief, electric moments that sent butterflies swirling in her stomach. Each time they met, her heart raced, and a flush crept up her cheeks.

As the group planned to hit the nightlife of Goa, Afrah felt fatigue wash over her. The excitement of the day had drained her, and she struggled to keep her composure. “I think I’m going to call it a night,” she finally said. “I’m really tired from the meetings today.”

Neha raised an eyebrow, smirking. “Come on! You can’t miss out on the nightlife.”

“I really can’t. You all have fun!” she replied, forcing a smile as she made her way back to her room.

Once inside, she leaned against the door, taking a deep breath. Guilt washed over her for not being honest about her day with Vishal, but the thrill of their shared moments made it feel worth it. She replayed the day in her mind—the sun glinting off the ocean, the sensation of water against her skin, and Vishal’s teasing words. A smile crept onto her face as she considered what tomorrow might bring.

[siva05]

Without single intimate scene making every updates hot is not everyone's cup of tea. Thanks brother

[a2011]

incredible update

[drillhot]

Awesome. This is slowly raising the temperature. The woman will give her body only to the man she love. Vishal should make Afrah fall in love to him.

[Vinty03]

Awesome stories and great photos

[fuckandforget]

Super update

[Rocky Rakesh]

The first kiss, sex in mid of ocean and below the sky would have been terrific and lifetime rememberence. Vishal missed the opportunity.

[rinxox]

Nice update

[K MD THABREZ]

? nest update

[K MD THABREZ]

Nice update