17-04-2019, 01:48 PM
part3
Perhaps ill advisedly, I had more vodka and tonics when we reached the club. The dim lights and smokey air of the club further clouded my self induced alcoholic haze. The loud music also rang in my ears and distorted the conversation. Rohit had strategically sat next to Mansi in the booth, relegating me to the other side of the table. My inability to make out or participate in the dialogue heightened my paranoia.
Rohit was chatting up Mansi with aplomb, and had even maneuvered his arm around her shoulder. When it came time for dancing, I was in no condition to spell Mansi from Rohit's devious onslaught. Putting aside my agreement not to intercede, my coordination was completely shot from the drinking.
At first, it was fast dancing, leaving Rohit little opportunity for bodily contact. However, late in the evening, the music slowed and Rohit pressed himself close to Mansi. My senses may have been dulled, or my paranoia rampant, but I could swear that I saw Mansi grinding her belly into Rohit's bulging groin. Maybe I was just feeling sorry for myself, but as I downed my n-teenth vodka and tonic, I began to visualize illicit pictures of Rohit fucking Mansi ferociously with Mansi bucking back like a thousand Rupees slut.
Rohit and Mansi had, meanwhile, danced their way to the most remote and dark corner of the dance floor. Again, my perceptions might not have been acute, but I am sure I saw Rohit and Mansi engaged in a never ending, French kiss while Rohit slowly stroke her ass and fondled the sides of her breasts.
(To Be Continued)
Perhaps ill advisedly, I had more vodka and tonics when we reached the club. The dim lights and smokey air of the club further clouded my self induced alcoholic haze. The loud music also rang in my ears and distorted the conversation. Rohit had strategically sat next to Mansi in the booth, relegating me to the other side of the table. My inability to make out or participate in the dialogue heightened my paranoia.
Rohit was chatting up Mansi with aplomb, and had even maneuvered his arm around her shoulder. When it came time for dancing, I was in no condition to spell Mansi from Rohit's devious onslaught. Putting aside my agreement not to intercede, my coordination was completely shot from the drinking.
At first, it was fast dancing, leaving Rohit little opportunity for bodily contact. However, late in the evening, the music slowed and Rohit pressed himself close to Mansi. My senses may have been dulled, or my paranoia rampant, but I could swear that I saw Mansi grinding her belly into Rohit's bulging groin. Maybe I was just feeling sorry for myself, but as I downed my n-teenth vodka and tonic, I began to visualize illicit pictures of Rohit fucking Mansi ferociously with Mansi bucking back like a thousand Rupees slut.
Rohit and Mansi had, meanwhile, danced their way to the most remote and dark corner of the dance floor. Again, my perceptions might not have been acute, but I am sure I saw Rohit and Mansi engaged in a never ending, French kiss while Rohit slowly stroke her ass and fondled the sides of her breasts.
(To Be Continued)
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