18-12-2018, 06:34 PM
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"Make yourself comfortable. I wonder how far they are now," Sameera said. "Since the weather is so bad they might not get to the hotel until late."
"That sounds strange," Mohit said. "We are sitting here talking about our spouses getting to a hotel to spend the night."
"But in separate rooms," Sameera said quickly.
" Of course. Should we call them and see where they are?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied as she grabbed her cell and called Rehan's mobile number.
More bad traffic was found on the road to Parwanoo due to fog and some accident. It was around 7 when Rehan's phone rang.
"Hi, we just passed Kalka," he said to his wife." He looked over at Ria who was now driving. "I'll call you when we stop. I love you too. Yes, we will be careful. Bye."
"What about our room reservation?" She asked.
"I couldn't get their number."
Ria glanced at him suspiciously. "What if we can't get two rooms somewhere?"
"I guess we will just have to share a room," he smiled.
Ria looked at the traffic ahead. "That is something that never crossed my mind. Don't tell me you had been planning it."
It was an hour later when they checked into a hotel in Parwanoo.
"This lot looks full," Ria commented as they drove up to the front door. She jumped out of the car to make sure she was part of picking out the rooms.
"I'm sorry sir we only have one room left," the receptionist said.
Sameera and Mohit moved into the lounge and he handed her the movie to put on. "Blame it On Rio."
"I thought you would like it," Mohit smiled as he sat on the large sofa directly in front of the screen. They had watched many a movie on that sofa but this was the first time they would be watching one alone.
Sameera inserted the DVD into the tray of the player and asked if he wanted a drink. "I'll take a vodka and coke." They were both kind of nervous and she realized that some alcohol would certainly be helpful. She made one for herself as well and sat down about two feet from him. The movie started.
"Should we call them again?" Sameera asked looking at the clock. It was almost eight o'clock.
"Na, they said they will call us once they stop," he grinned. His dirty mind raced in circles as he thought of various ways to get her to sleep with him. "I give good feet massages. Do you want one?"
Sameera gulped down almost half of her drink. "Just my feet right?"
"Of course," he grinned. She turned to lie down on the sofa as she lifted her feet into his strong hands.
Sameera had never really thought of her feet being sexual until the moment he caressed her toes and gently rubbed up over her ankle to her calve and then slowly back down. He left one of her feet on his lap while he massaged the other one. Each time his hands moved upward they went further and further until he was caressing the middle of her calve muscle. "Watch the movement of your hands lest they go too high," she giggled.
After spending about ten minutes on the first foot he lowered it to his lap and took the other one. The foot on his lap was less than an inch from the hard bulge in his slacks but, he wanted her to be the one who made the first contact.
He was concentrating on what he was doing, his face -- what she could see of it -- was composed, serious. His hands were relaxed and assured, though. She liked that. It had been a long time since she was in college but her boyfriends always seemed so rushed and nervous when they touched her. She felt as if she was missing something with them, like they were skipping the best parts, whatever they were. She closed her eyes and leaned back contentedly. He pulled methodically on all the little bones down there she'd never given a moment's thought to before now. He stroked the skin along her ankles.
She looked down at him again. He seemed to feel her gaze and tilted his head up. Their eyes met. His hands stopped where they were, lightly holding her left ankle. She felt open, serene, totally sexy.
She moved her legs apart.
Mohit's eyes widened. His lips parted and his tongue ran across them once. His hands released her foot and moved up along the insides of her calves, still gentle and unhurried. Sameera closed her eyes again, listening, feeling. Smooth fingers caressed her bare skin, drawing little circles along its surface. It was as if every place he touched came alive. She was sure she was flushing: her face was getting warm; so was her upper chest.
His fingers were brushing the insides of her thighs now. She was so sensitive there ... she could barely stand it, her flesh quivered with each touch, little prickles of heat radiated up her thighs to the place where they met, each one adding to the last until she was so warm and slippery she couldn't sit still. She wriggled her hips a little and Mohit's breathing deepened. He inhaled her excitement and his hands grew bolder. He pushed upwards at the edges of her skirt. She didn't move at first, then she lifted her hips off her perch, just a little, and the skirt slid back, bunching up at her waist.
Her panties were exposed now. They were peach colored, sheer, but nothing special. She hadn't given them any real thought when she'd dressed that morning. But now ... they were damp with her arousal, almost translucent, and pulled taut against her swollen pussy lips. Could Mohit tell how wet she was? She wasn't embarrassed. She wasn't sure whether she wanted him to know. She slid forwards, stretching her panties tighter against her pussy. The thin fabric outlined her outer lips and dipped into the space between. Her little tuft of black pubic hair made a small, soft bulge, and a few hairs escaped above the waistband.
Mohit's fingertips slid higher up her thighs, leaving faint pink traces. They found the bottom of her hip bones, and for the first time his hands hesitated. There was a new note in his breathing, a deep, animal rasp. Sameera realized that she was making almost the same sounds. Mohit's index finger trailed downwards across the front of her panties until it was directly over one of her outer lips.
Sameera began to tremble, and her arms suddenly seemed too weak to support her. She could feel her breasts heaving, the heat flowing from his hands up into her belly, her chest, her overheated face. Mohit looked back to the dark place between her legs. He stroked her gently for a moment then pushed one finger against the moist fabric until it slipped between her folds. A tremor ran through Sameera's body. She looked down and saw Mohit's finger buried part way inside her, held back only by the thin cotton. Her rapid breathing was making her light-headed. She reached down and put her hand on Mohit's cheek, then tangled her fingers in his dark, curly hair. He began to lean forward, to move towards her.
No! That wasn't what she'd meant. She'd just wanted to touch him. But his face moved irresistibly closer to her pussy. She was about to say something, to let him know that this had gone far enough, when his lips brushed her inner thigh. She cried out so loudly she was sure someone in the neighbourhood could have heard her. Mohit moved his hands so that they were holding her hips, his fingers sliding under the lower hem of her panties, digging into her bare flesh. He was kissing her thighs, moving closer to her center. Her hand was still tangled in his hair; she could easily push him away. But she felt his warm breath against her skin, saw his nostrils flare as he breathed her scent in. Now his tongue was tickling the straining fabric of her panties.
She did not know why but spread her legs a little wider. On one side, the hem of her panties had slipped into the cleft of her pussy, exposing one outer lip. Peter roughly pulled her hips closer to his face. His tongue dragged along the silky skin at the very top of her thigh until he made contact with her soft fold, now slick with the moisture leaking from inside her. Sameera inhaled sharply. She'd never felt anything like this. Her body went limp. Mohit lapped at her exposed flesh, nuzzling it with his lips, licking up the moisture. Her panties dug into her pussy, almost painful.
Then, abruptly, the pressure was gone. She looked down, a little dazed from the torrent of sensations. It took her a moment to understand what had happened. Mohit had moved the crotch of her panties to one side. He was on his knees between her spread-open legs, staring at her bare pussy. For some inexplicable reason she closed her legs but smiled at Mohit so that he wouldn't feel hurt.
As she reached behind her to grab one of the small pillows her foot moved just enough to touch his rigid member. She quickly jerked her foot away. Neither of them acknowledged it but it was high on their minds at that moment. As long as it was accidental they didn't have a problem with it. A few minutes later she reached over to the coffee table to grab her drink and again pushed her toes into his prick. This time she held it against it until she finished her sip. She smiled and moved back onto her pillow while pulling her foot away. She could feel the dampness seeping from her pussy.
"Look at that girl in the movie. She is so comfortable showing off her tits and Indian women whether it is you or Ria create such a big deal about it. By the way you have nice tits and......" Mohit said.
"Thanks. It was a game or else I would never have mustered up the courage. So far as exposing is concerned that is because in India right from childhood we are told that this is sacrosanct. There even film stars can afford to get themselves snapped topless. Here no top heroine would dream of doing that. Anyway, should I get something to eat like say roasted peanuts?" She asked.
"That sounds strange," Mohit said. "We are sitting here talking about our spouses getting to a hotel to spend the night."
"But in separate rooms," Sameera said quickly.
" Of course. Should we call them and see where they are?" he asked.
"Yes," she replied as she grabbed her cell and called Rehan's mobile number.
More bad traffic was found on the road to Parwanoo due to fog and some accident. It was around 7 when Rehan's phone rang.
"Hi, we just passed Kalka," he said to his wife." He looked over at Ria who was now driving. "I'll call you when we stop. I love you too. Yes, we will be careful. Bye."
"What about our room reservation?" She asked.
"I couldn't get their number."
Ria glanced at him suspiciously. "What if we can't get two rooms somewhere?"
"I guess we will just have to share a room," he smiled.
Ria looked at the traffic ahead. "That is something that never crossed my mind. Don't tell me you had been planning it."
It was an hour later when they checked into a hotel in Parwanoo.
"This lot looks full," Ria commented as they drove up to the front door. She jumped out of the car to make sure she was part of picking out the rooms.
"I'm sorry sir we only have one room left," the receptionist said.
Sameera and Mohit moved into the lounge and he handed her the movie to put on. "Blame it On Rio."
"I thought you would like it," Mohit smiled as he sat on the large sofa directly in front of the screen. They had watched many a movie on that sofa but this was the first time they would be watching one alone.
Sameera inserted the DVD into the tray of the player and asked if he wanted a drink. "I'll take a vodka and coke." They were both kind of nervous and she realized that some alcohol would certainly be helpful. She made one for herself as well and sat down about two feet from him. The movie started.
"Should we call them again?" Sameera asked looking at the clock. It was almost eight o'clock.
"Na, they said they will call us once they stop," he grinned. His dirty mind raced in circles as he thought of various ways to get her to sleep with him. "I give good feet massages. Do you want one?"
Sameera gulped down almost half of her drink. "Just my feet right?"
"Of course," he grinned. She turned to lie down on the sofa as she lifted her feet into his strong hands.
Sameera had never really thought of her feet being sexual until the moment he caressed her toes and gently rubbed up over her ankle to her calve and then slowly back down. He left one of her feet on his lap while he massaged the other one. Each time his hands moved upward they went further and further until he was caressing the middle of her calve muscle. "Watch the movement of your hands lest they go too high," she giggled.
After spending about ten minutes on the first foot he lowered it to his lap and took the other one. The foot on his lap was less than an inch from the hard bulge in his slacks but, he wanted her to be the one who made the first contact.
He was concentrating on what he was doing, his face -- what she could see of it -- was composed, serious. His hands were relaxed and assured, though. She liked that. It had been a long time since she was in college but her boyfriends always seemed so rushed and nervous when they touched her. She felt as if she was missing something with them, like they were skipping the best parts, whatever they were. She closed her eyes and leaned back contentedly. He pulled methodically on all the little bones down there she'd never given a moment's thought to before now. He stroked the skin along her ankles.
She looked down at him again. He seemed to feel her gaze and tilted his head up. Their eyes met. His hands stopped where they were, lightly holding her left ankle. She felt open, serene, totally sexy.
She moved her legs apart.
Mohit's eyes widened. His lips parted and his tongue ran across them once. His hands released her foot and moved up along the insides of her calves, still gentle and unhurried. Sameera closed her eyes again, listening, feeling. Smooth fingers caressed her bare skin, drawing little circles along its surface. It was as if every place he touched came alive. She was sure she was flushing: her face was getting warm; so was her upper chest.
His fingers were brushing the insides of her thighs now. She was so sensitive there ... she could barely stand it, her flesh quivered with each touch, little prickles of heat radiated up her thighs to the place where they met, each one adding to the last until she was so warm and slippery she couldn't sit still. She wriggled her hips a little and Mohit's breathing deepened. He inhaled her excitement and his hands grew bolder. He pushed upwards at the edges of her skirt. She didn't move at first, then she lifted her hips off her perch, just a little, and the skirt slid back, bunching up at her waist.
Her panties were exposed now. They were peach colored, sheer, but nothing special. She hadn't given them any real thought when she'd dressed that morning. But now ... they were damp with her arousal, almost translucent, and pulled taut against her swollen pussy lips. Could Mohit tell how wet she was? She wasn't embarrassed. She wasn't sure whether she wanted him to know. She slid forwards, stretching her panties tighter against her pussy. The thin fabric outlined her outer lips and dipped into the space between. Her little tuft of black pubic hair made a small, soft bulge, and a few hairs escaped above the waistband.
Mohit's fingertips slid higher up her thighs, leaving faint pink traces. They found the bottom of her hip bones, and for the first time his hands hesitated. There was a new note in his breathing, a deep, animal rasp. Sameera realized that she was making almost the same sounds. Mohit's index finger trailed downwards across the front of her panties until it was directly over one of her outer lips.
Sameera began to tremble, and her arms suddenly seemed too weak to support her. She could feel her breasts heaving, the heat flowing from his hands up into her belly, her chest, her overheated face. Mohit looked back to the dark place between her legs. He stroked her gently for a moment then pushed one finger against the moist fabric until it slipped between her folds. A tremor ran through Sameera's body. She looked down and saw Mohit's finger buried part way inside her, held back only by the thin cotton. Her rapid breathing was making her light-headed. She reached down and put her hand on Mohit's cheek, then tangled her fingers in his dark, curly hair. He began to lean forward, to move towards her.
No! That wasn't what she'd meant. She'd just wanted to touch him. But his face moved irresistibly closer to her pussy. She was about to say something, to let him know that this had gone far enough, when his lips brushed her inner thigh. She cried out so loudly she was sure someone in the neighbourhood could have heard her. Mohit moved his hands so that they were holding her hips, his fingers sliding under the lower hem of her panties, digging into her bare flesh. He was kissing her thighs, moving closer to her center. Her hand was still tangled in his hair; she could easily push him away. But she felt his warm breath against her skin, saw his nostrils flare as he breathed her scent in. Now his tongue was tickling the straining fabric of her panties.
She did not know why but spread her legs a little wider. On one side, the hem of her panties had slipped into the cleft of her pussy, exposing one outer lip. Peter roughly pulled her hips closer to his face. His tongue dragged along the silky skin at the very top of her thigh until he made contact with her soft fold, now slick with the moisture leaking from inside her. Sameera inhaled sharply. She'd never felt anything like this. Her body went limp. Mohit lapped at her exposed flesh, nuzzling it with his lips, licking up the moisture. Her panties dug into her pussy, almost painful.
Then, abruptly, the pressure was gone. She looked down, a little dazed from the torrent of sensations. It took her a moment to understand what had happened. Mohit had moved the crotch of her panties to one side. He was on his knees between her spread-open legs, staring at her bare pussy. For some inexplicable reason she closed her legs but smiled at Mohit so that he wouldn't feel hurt.
As she reached behind her to grab one of the small pillows her foot moved just enough to touch his rigid member. She quickly jerked her foot away. Neither of them acknowledged it but it was high on their minds at that moment. As long as it was accidental they didn't have a problem with it. A few minutes later she reached over to the coffee table to grab her drink and again pushed her toes into his prick. This time she held it against it until she finished her sip. She smiled and moved back onto her pillow while pulling her foot away. She could feel the dampness seeping from her pussy.
"Look at that girl in the movie. She is so comfortable showing off her tits and Indian women whether it is you or Ria create such a big deal about it. By the way you have nice tits and......" Mohit said.
"Thanks. It was a game or else I would never have mustered up the courage. So far as exposing is concerned that is because in India right from childhood we are told that this is sacrosanct. There even film stars can afford to get themselves snapped topless. Here no top heroine would dream of doing that. Anyway, should I get something to eat like say roasted peanuts?" She asked.
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