07-12-2018, 09:51 PM
Chapter 2
There I was standing all alone sapped out of all remaining energy at a lonely world without this angel who was just moments before dancing with me; arousing me; kissing me; sensually sex-teasing me and moments after disappeared into thin air. The entire club so crowded yet seemed so bleak and empty.
The alarm bell ran but I did not hear it. I was both mentally and physically exhausted. After snoozing it multiple times, I finished by waking up finally. There was neither the courage nor the energy to get up and even worst, get to office. Fortunately I did not have an early morning meeting, so lying there on the bed I was ruminating the events of the night before. Going to the club, seeing Vani, drooling on her beauty as she floated down the dance floor towards the bar, talking to her, dancing with her, her sensual tease and that kiss. Just ruminating those thoughts was sufficient to give me an instant hard-on, for her beauty was beyond anything that I have known or seen.
Finally I reached office, but with no mood to go there.
Eric waved Hi and said, “so someone had a long night, it seems…”.
This only got me more sulking.
Me: “Dude, don’t rub the salt in… she left me dry.. right there in the dancing hall… I have not been able to get over it”…
Eric: “what she left you right in the club… I thought you would end up in ….”
Me: “She had to leave all of a sudden and I could not do anything bro..”
Eric: “Did you at least exchange numbers…”
Me: “I gave mine… but…”
Eric: “don’t worry.. maybe you are lucky and she will call you today… or in 3 days… or never”
Me: “Dudee… don’t jinx it up man… I am already sapped out of all morale..”
Eric: “okie..okie.. she will call you… now the boss is calling you…catch you later”
So I was going about my office chores, more in Zombie mode than anything. Every time my mobile rang or buzzed, I ran to pick it in the hope that Vani was trying to reach me; but it was in vain… I had calls from prospective tax consultants trying to magically reduce my taxes; the local car dealership or the Land agent seeking potential buyers… only rubbing salt when it hurt the most… I barely got through the day… starring at my mobile home screen… checking if I was still having mobile network coverage or not… even restarting the mobile thrice to see if I had to refresh any network firmware updates… nothing worked.. no message nor call from Vani… I started questioning if I wrote my number properly in her hand or not… no solace for the heart could be found…
The same sad state continued over the weekend. No message nor call from Vani. I was literally starring at the mobile screen for most part of the weekend hoping for something from Vani. Each time I questioned myself, if there was any reality to this exasperating wait or was I wasting my time… was it a one-night stand, (rather one evening dance stand) my mind was clearly not thinking straight. I could not apply myself to anything… All I knew was my life would be blessed, if Vani was with me; by my side… always.
The week started and ended where it started. No message nor call from Vani. It was clear that I was losing my head; but the moment I tried to get her out of my brain.. the more she was in my brain.. filling it with those sweet moments.. that silky and shinning skin… that booty length long wavy black hair with curls so sensually kissing her back… that heavy yet firmly toned booty.. that beautiful and expressive face of hers and those deep black eyes. So sensual and beautiful that made me fall in love with it the moment our eyes locked… just looking into her eyes, I lost sight of time; the surrounding and finally myself; so deep and mystic and captivating
Days became week. And weeks became month.
It was exactly the 1 month anniversary and I had lost all hope of any contact from Vani. I was cursing myself for not having insisted that she give me a missed call from her mobile at the club itself, but it is water under the bridge… if.. if.. if.. I have been through this “if” game a multiple times already.
I was so pissed that I did not charge my mobile and it died and I was so angry not to charge it.
The next day when I charged by mobile and switched it on, the mobile beeped twice as it started. My hands were trembling or rather my whole body was trembling and my started imagining at the speed of light.
Once the mobile completed it’s routine restarting, I saw the number “2” light up in the small badge over the “Message” icon.
My body was literally shaking as my mind was thinking about the eventuality. My mind blackout at one point and my ears deafed out and my vision of sight was dimming...
I touched the “Message” icon and when it opened, I saw that both the messages from a foreign mobile… an unknown mobile, as it displayed the sender’s number instead of the name and it started +1-xxx-xxx-xxx. It was confirmed that it was an US mobile number.
But I do not know anyone from the US or rather I was not expecting any call / message from any of my friends in the USA. Moreover they were in my Whatsup group and they wouldn’t be messaging me directly…
I was puzzled.. I wanted to open the message.. but at the same time I did not want to open it.. split between these two opposites, I somehow gathered the courage to touch the first message…
As it opened, it was a single word… the name of the techno-pub that I had met Vani a month ago… A sudden cry of joy struck my heart. Something like seeing an oasis after one month long wait in the dry desserts of the world. But then I had more questions than answers. I thought it had to be Vani, but then the US mobile number was unexplainable… what was she doing in London or what is she doing in the US.. where is she from… why message after a month… is it really her…etc…etc…
As the mind was racing theory after theory for the potential cause of events, I mindlessly clicked on the second message from her… seeing it all doubts flew away… as the doubts flew away, my knees grew weak all of a sudden and my legs flipped and had to sit on the couch nearby. It was a MMS of Vani… and my phone started playing it in a loop and I had to relieve myself of all the pented up sexual energy / tension this naughty Vani had created in me over the past one month. God she knows how to tease…
Erotic Message - (Video Link)
After having released multiple loads of hot semen, I was relaxed and in a moment of pure bliss, got the courage to call Vani on her US number.
The mobile connected and it her phone rang. As I heard her phone ring, there was a sudden feeling of someone punching my stomach… maybe the butterflies flying around but it was so hard. The phone rang once more, but it seemed like someone cut the call.
I was a bit puzzled on the moment. Did not know what to do, but convinced myself to call her once more. The phone rang… thrice… and it was cut for the second time.
I got a bit worried and left my mobile by the side and was sitting on the couch, not knowing what to make out of the messages and the cutting of the phone calls.
My mobile beeped.
When I opened the mobile, it was a message from the same US number…
“Busy now. Will contact later… luv, Vani”
This message confirmed all doubts. The US number was in fact that of Vani. Ahie finally that piece of heavenly beauty did establish contact…
I replayed her MMS message and my member immediately sprang into action and I had one more long shag, Content that all my hope and waiting had not gone vane.
Feeling totally exhausted I slept on the couch.
When I woke up, there was another message on my mobile…
“Meet you next Sunday at xxxxxxx for dinner”
There I was standing all alone sapped out of all remaining energy at a lonely world without this angel who was just moments before dancing with me; arousing me; kissing me; sensually sex-teasing me and moments after disappeared into thin air. The entire club so crowded yet seemed so bleak and empty.
The alarm bell ran but I did not hear it. I was both mentally and physically exhausted. After snoozing it multiple times, I finished by waking up finally. There was neither the courage nor the energy to get up and even worst, get to office. Fortunately I did not have an early morning meeting, so lying there on the bed I was ruminating the events of the night before. Going to the club, seeing Vani, drooling on her beauty as she floated down the dance floor towards the bar, talking to her, dancing with her, her sensual tease and that kiss. Just ruminating those thoughts was sufficient to give me an instant hard-on, for her beauty was beyond anything that I have known or seen.
Finally I reached office, but with no mood to go there.
Eric waved Hi and said, “so someone had a long night, it seems…”.
This only got me more sulking.
Me: “Dude, don’t rub the salt in… she left me dry.. right there in the dancing hall… I have not been able to get over it”…
Eric: “what she left you right in the club… I thought you would end up in ….”
Me: “She had to leave all of a sudden and I could not do anything bro..”
Eric: “Did you at least exchange numbers…”
Me: “I gave mine… but…”
Eric: “don’t worry.. maybe you are lucky and she will call you today… or in 3 days… or never”
Me: “Dudee… don’t jinx it up man… I am already sapped out of all morale..”
Eric: “okie..okie.. she will call you… now the boss is calling you…catch you later”
So I was going about my office chores, more in Zombie mode than anything. Every time my mobile rang or buzzed, I ran to pick it in the hope that Vani was trying to reach me; but it was in vain… I had calls from prospective tax consultants trying to magically reduce my taxes; the local car dealership or the Land agent seeking potential buyers… only rubbing salt when it hurt the most… I barely got through the day… starring at my mobile home screen… checking if I was still having mobile network coverage or not… even restarting the mobile thrice to see if I had to refresh any network firmware updates… nothing worked.. no message nor call from Vani… I started questioning if I wrote my number properly in her hand or not… no solace for the heart could be found…
The same sad state continued over the weekend. No message nor call from Vani. I was literally starring at the mobile screen for most part of the weekend hoping for something from Vani. Each time I questioned myself, if there was any reality to this exasperating wait or was I wasting my time… was it a one-night stand, (rather one evening dance stand) my mind was clearly not thinking straight. I could not apply myself to anything… All I knew was my life would be blessed, if Vani was with me; by my side… always.
The week started and ended where it started. No message nor call from Vani. It was clear that I was losing my head; but the moment I tried to get her out of my brain.. the more she was in my brain.. filling it with those sweet moments.. that silky and shinning skin… that booty length long wavy black hair with curls so sensually kissing her back… that heavy yet firmly toned booty.. that beautiful and expressive face of hers and those deep black eyes. So sensual and beautiful that made me fall in love with it the moment our eyes locked… just looking into her eyes, I lost sight of time; the surrounding and finally myself; so deep and mystic and captivating
Days became week. And weeks became month.
It was exactly the 1 month anniversary and I had lost all hope of any contact from Vani. I was cursing myself for not having insisted that she give me a missed call from her mobile at the club itself, but it is water under the bridge… if.. if.. if.. I have been through this “if” game a multiple times already.
I was so pissed that I did not charge my mobile and it died and I was so angry not to charge it.
The next day when I charged by mobile and switched it on, the mobile beeped twice as it started. My hands were trembling or rather my whole body was trembling and my started imagining at the speed of light.
Once the mobile completed it’s routine restarting, I saw the number “2” light up in the small badge over the “Message” icon.
My body was literally shaking as my mind was thinking about the eventuality. My mind blackout at one point and my ears deafed out and my vision of sight was dimming...
I touched the “Message” icon and when it opened, I saw that both the messages from a foreign mobile… an unknown mobile, as it displayed the sender’s number instead of the name and it started +1-xxx-xxx-xxx. It was confirmed that it was an US mobile number.
But I do not know anyone from the US or rather I was not expecting any call / message from any of my friends in the USA. Moreover they were in my Whatsup group and they wouldn’t be messaging me directly…
I was puzzled.. I wanted to open the message.. but at the same time I did not want to open it.. split between these two opposites, I somehow gathered the courage to touch the first message…
As it opened, it was a single word… the name of the techno-pub that I had met Vani a month ago… A sudden cry of joy struck my heart. Something like seeing an oasis after one month long wait in the dry desserts of the world. But then I had more questions than answers. I thought it had to be Vani, but then the US mobile number was unexplainable… what was she doing in London or what is she doing in the US.. where is she from… why message after a month… is it really her…etc…etc…
As the mind was racing theory after theory for the potential cause of events, I mindlessly clicked on the second message from her… seeing it all doubts flew away… as the doubts flew away, my knees grew weak all of a sudden and my legs flipped and had to sit on the couch nearby. It was a MMS of Vani… and my phone started playing it in a loop and I had to relieve myself of all the pented up sexual energy / tension this naughty Vani had created in me over the past one month. God she knows how to tease…
Erotic Message - (Video Link)
After having released multiple loads of hot semen, I was relaxed and in a moment of pure bliss, got the courage to call Vani on her US number.
The mobile connected and it her phone rang. As I heard her phone ring, there was a sudden feeling of someone punching my stomach… maybe the butterflies flying around but it was so hard. The phone rang once more, but it seemed like someone cut the call.
I was a bit puzzled on the moment. Did not know what to do, but convinced myself to call her once more. The phone rang… thrice… and it was cut for the second time.
I got a bit worried and left my mobile by the side and was sitting on the couch, not knowing what to make out of the messages and the cutting of the phone calls.
My mobile beeped.
When I opened the mobile, it was a message from the same US number…
“Busy now. Will contact later… luv, Vani”
This message confirmed all doubts. The US number was in fact that of Vani. Ahie finally that piece of heavenly beauty did establish contact…
I replayed her MMS message and my member immediately sprang into action and I had one more long shag, Content that all my hope and waiting had not gone vane.
Feeling totally exhausted I slept on the couch.
When I woke up, there was another message on my mobile…
“Meet you next Sunday at xxxxxxx for dinner”
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