08-11-2018, 02:04 AM
(This post was last modified: 21-04-2019, 10:13 PM by Ramesh_Rocky. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
Nitesh led Anitya downstairs and then through a corridor. The farther they walked, the more the music of the dance club receded. Finally they pushed through a door and entered an alley. Anitya could tell the main door of the club was just around the corner, because she could hear people talking.
"When you said you wanted to find someplace quiet, I didn't realize we were going outside," Anitya said.
"Are you cold?" Nitesh asked.
"No, it's just –" Anitya knew Siddharth was inside, but of course she couldn't say that. She looked into Nitesh's face and felt weak kneed. He was soooo good looking. After entering the bar she'd politely declined offers to dance from the first guys who approached her. No one had caught her eye until Nitesh introduced himself and offered to buy her a drink. She'd been with him since then, for over an hour. As they flirted and danced she spotted Siddharth watching. She assumed he'd follow when Nitesh suggested they find a quiet place, but then Nitesh had led her here, outside the club. As she thought what to do Nitesh pressed his lips against hers. His lips were soft and experienced, and she found herself opening hers, then feeling his tongue slip into her mouth. His hands caressed down her back and sides. She lost herself in the moment and forgot all about Siddharth.
Siddharth frantically searched the bar. Things were getting hot and heavy with Nitesh (he found out his name later), and he didn't want to miss anything. But Anitya had disappeared with him 10 minutes ago and they were nowhere in sight.
"You're so beautiful," Nitesh gushed between kisses. He had one hand around her waist, and another between them, fondling her breast. The hot chick hadn't worn a bra and he could feel her hard nipple through the thin material of her dress.
"Ugh god," Anitya moaned into Nitesh's mouth as he rubbed her nipples. Her nipples had always been super sensitive, like there was an electrical wire between them and her clit. Nitesh turned her so her back pressed against his front. She raised her arms around his neck. Nitesh cupped both her breasts in his hands, rubbing both her nipples between his fingers. Then he moved one hand down her front, over her flat tummy, towards her skirt. Anitya fleeting though of Siddharth, and hoped he was enjoying the show.
With one hand still fondling Anitya's tit, Nitesh reached under her skirt with his other. He moved up her silky thigh and then felt the heavy lace of her thigh highs. He inwardly smiled when he felt the bare flesh of her thigh above her stocking tops. Then when he found out she wasn't wearing panties he knew it would be really easy.
Like the other times, Siddharth had picked out her clothes. Black dress, black thigh highs, black high heels. No bra, no panties. She moaned as she felt Nitesh's fingers on her bare pussy. He explored her, along her slit, around her clit, her small trimmed bush. Then she felt his thumb on her clit, and his finger enter her, and she felt in heaven. She hoped Siddharth wouldn't stop them before Nitesh fingered her to an orgasm.
"When you said you wanted to find someplace quiet, I didn't realize we were going outside," Anitya said.
"Are you cold?" Nitesh asked.
"No, it's just –" Anitya knew Siddharth was inside, but of course she couldn't say that. She looked into Nitesh's face and felt weak kneed. He was soooo good looking. After entering the bar she'd politely declined offers to dance from the first guys who approached her. No one had caught her eye until Nitesh introduced himself and offered to buy her a drink. She'd been with him since then, for over an hour. As they flirted and danced she spotted Siddharth watching. She assumed he'd follow when Nitesh suggested they find a quiet place, but then Nitesh had led her here, outside the club. As she thought what to do Nitesh pressed his lips against hers. His lips were soft and experienced, and she found herself opening hers, then feeling his tongue slip into her mouth. His hands caressed down her back and sides. She lost herself in the moment and forgot all about Siddharth.
Siddharth frantically searched the bar. Things were getting hot and heavy with Nitesh (he found out his name later), and he didn't want to miss anything. But Anitya had disappeared with him 10 minutes ago and they were nowhere in sight.
"You're so beautiful," Nitesh gushed between kisses. He had one hand around her waist, and another between them, fondling her breast. The hot chick hadn't worn a bra and he could feel her hard nipple through the thin material of her dress.
"Ugh god," Anitya moaned into Nitesh's mouth as he rubbed her nipples. Her nipples had always been super sensitive, like there was an electrical wire between them and her clit. Nitesh turned her so her back pressed against his front. She raised her arms around his neck. Nitesh cupped both her breasts in his hands, rubbing both her nipples between his fingers. Then he moved one hand down her front, over her flat tummy, towards her skirt. Anitya fleeting though of Siddharth, and hoped he was enjoying the show.
With one hand still fondling Anitya's tit, Nitesh reached under her skirt with his other. He moved up her silky thigh and then felt the heavy lace of her thigh highs. He inwardly smiled when he felt the bare flesh of her thigh above her stocking tops. Then when he found out she wasn't wearing panties he knew it would be really easy.
Like the other times, Siddharth had picked out her clothes. Black dress, black thigh highs, black high heels. No bra, no panties. She moaned as she felt Nitesh's fingers on her bare pussy. He explored her, along her slit, around her clit, her small trimmed bush. Then she felt his thumb on her clit, and his finger enter her, and she felt in heaven. She hoped Siddharth wouldn't stop them before Nitesh fingered her to an orgasm.
Like, Comment and Give Rating.
![[+]](https://xossipy.com/themes/sharepoint/collapse_collapsed.png)