16-01-2020, 09:24 PM
Even as I left the room, she came behind me kissing me, even pushing me onto the closed door furiously stuffing her tongue into me. Though I was taken aback by her ferocity, I felt elated as I had an ardent admirer, - even if it was from the same sex.
I returned to my room totally flustered and fully satisfied. I was not aware what my other friends were upto, as I had had my one day's quota. Hardly had I slipped into bed, after a good warm bath, I heard the door opening and Atul came in, sozzelled as a wet cat. Satisfaction was writ largely on his face. He had for once relaxed in the company of his friends, after the whole years' tension filled work schedules.
He had a bath and came towards me. "You had a nice time dear?" he asked slurring all the way. Before I could answer, he fell flat on his back on the bed beside me and was out like a light bulb. I got the smell of whisky on his breath.
The next day, I was looking forward to meeting Aarti. Atul got up with a swinging hangover. A couple of lemon sodas gave him a little relief. His other friends were still in dreamland. After breakfast, we went for a small seminar in the college, where we met the new kids. The college had not changed. Aarti was stuck with her husband and we exchanged glances.
The morning went fine. There was an early dinner & a farewell dance. The hotel had arranged to baby-sit the kids so that we could attend the event. I had worn a front buttoned dress reaching to my knees, with a half cup Bra. I was the most wanted partner and I did not stop any of my male friends from pressing my breasts onto their chest, nor push their hard ons into my thighs & belly, as I was in a horny mood. I very well knew that many of these suitors had wanted to dip their sticks in my honey-pot. But sheer control had kept them away. But a little flirting would not spoil anything so I let it be. I saw Atul with his hands clasped on a girl's arse-cheek. We were all enjoying the last few moments together, till next year.
I excused myself from the dance floor drenched in sweat. The dress was sticking to my bosom; I had purposely worn a thin dress, buttoned in front, so that I could give my male friends a solid stand. Their hard-on felt nice on my legs as we danced. I saw Aarti signaling me towards the Girls Wash Room.
I returned to my room totally flustered and fully satisfied. I was not aware what my other friends were upto, as I had had my one day's quota. Hardly had I slipped into bed, after a good warm bath, I heard the door opening and Atul came in, sozzelled as a wet cat. Satisfaction was writ largely on his face. He had for once relaxed in the company of his friends, after the whole years' tension filled work schedules.
He had a bath and came towards me. "You had a nice time dear?" he asked slurring all the way. Before I could answer, he fell flat on his back on the bed beside me and was out like a light bulb. I got the smell of whisky on his breath.
The next day, I was looking forward to meeting Aarti. Atul got up with a swinging hangover. A couple of lemon sodas gave him a little relief. His other friends were still in dreamland. After breakfast, we went for a small seminar in the college, where we met the new kids. The college had not changed. Aarti was stuck with her husband and we exchanged glances.
The morning went fine. There was an early dinner & a farewell dance. The hotel had arranged to baby-sit the kids so that we could attend the event. I had worn a front buttoned dress reaching to my knees, with a half cup Bra. I was the most wanted partner and I did not stop any of my male friends from pressing my breasts onto their chest, nor push their hard ons into my thighs & belly, as I was in a horny mood. I very well knew that many of these suitors had wanted to dip their sticks in my honey-pot. But sheer control had kept them away. But a little flirting would not spoil anything so I let it be. I saw Atul with his hands clasped on a girl's arse-cheek. We were all enjoying the last few moments together, till next year.
I excused myself from the dance floor drenched in sweat. The dress was sticking to my bosom; I had purposely worn a thin dress, buttoned in front, so that I could give my male friends a solid stand. Their hard-on felt nice on my legs as we danced. I saw Aarti signaling me towards the Girls Wash Room.
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