16-12-2021, 06:26 PM
(This post was last modified: 16-12-2021, 06:26 PM by madiha.agarwal. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
I just nodded. He held my hand and ushered me out. We came out of the door holding hands and the usher gave us a knowing smile. I froze but luckily I had automatically covered my face with the dupatta.
The sun's rays hit my eyes really hard and I felt so "different". I just followed him to his bike and politely sat behind him. My bra wasn't exactly adjusted properly but then, it didn't really matter. He started the bike and went towards the outskirts of the town. I was confused. Why he was going away from the town instead of towards it but I didn't bother to ask.
He rode until he reached the National Highway and then he started driving a bit slower. Finally, he stopped at a roadside hotel. A creepy looking hotel that looked like the Bates Motel from the "Psycho" movie. If it wasn't for the signs I would have assumed it was an abandoned 1960s building that had been condemned.
My stranger went to talk to the old desk clerk while I stood nervously behind. The desk clerk looked like he had been in the hotel since it was new, and was in the same condition. He glanced at both of us from head to toe and gave a knowing smile and a nod. I'm sure the clerk thought I was a call girl.
"Sir, that will be 2000 Rupees for 2 hours, 1000 extra for each hour after that." the clerk announced. I was shocked as he was quoting higher prices per hour for a shack than the Marriott, but I understood that any reputable hotel would ask for proof of identity. I didn't want to give that information to a stranger.
My man calmly fished out his wallet and gave him the money. The clerk carefully checked the cash and handed over the keys.
"Don't worry sir," the clerk cackled, "We pay the commission to security officer us regularly, so you don't have to worry about a raid. In fact, they are our usual customers." He laughed at his own poor joke.
I froze. I suddenly realised what type of place I had stepped into. Although pre-marital sex isn't banned in India, prostitution is. It's not uncommon for the security officer to raid hotels and ask for the identity of the occupants. If they find they are not married, they would either harass them or arrest the lovers on suspicion of prostitution. They know that spending a night in a security officer station and letting our parents or spouses know about it would be deeply embarrassing for the couples. The couples would have no choice but to cough up the money for the "fine". I've had sex in many places but either in my ex-boyfriend's rented house or my own house. I never experienced it in a lodge or motel which are prime locations for these raids.
The man took my hand and started walking in the corridor which was adorned with peeling painted walls, pigeon holes and paan stains. He opened the room written on the key tag and I took a look inside. It had a window with faded curtains, an attached bathroom, and one large old fashioned bed. There was an old CRT television on a huge TV stand. There was a small nightstand with a bottle of water. It looked like a poor man's run down apartment. Nice business renting out such a dump for couples who want to shag in peace.
While I was examining the room, my date had switched on the TV. He took the remote and turned the volume up high. I was startled at the noise and looked over at him. It was the first time I really had a chance to look closely at him, and he returned my gaze with a fiery passion. He had an average face, hair greying in the temples, medium build. He wasn't the George Clooneyish older man I had expected but he wasn't butt ugly or out of shape. Certainly much better looking than Shrek.
He came close to me and cupped my face in his hands. I held his hands as I didn't know how to start or whether I should start this. He bent forward and put his lips on mine and started kissing me. I started responding to his kiss and we soon were passionately locked. I nowadays find the kiss more scandalous after my affair with Shrek. As we started kissing, he started getting more aggressive with his hands. His right hand started cupping my breasts while the other was pressing my butt. He started inserting his tongue in my mouth and I happily sucked on it.
The sun's rays hit my eyes really hard and I felt so "different". I just followed him to his bike and politely sat behind him. My bra wasn't exactly adjusted properly but then, it didn't really matter. He started the bike and went towards the outskirts of the town. I was confused. Why he was going away from the town instead of towards it but I didn't bother to ask.
He rode until he reached the National Highway and then he started driving a bit slower. Finally, he stopped at a roadside hotel. A creepy looking hotel that looked like the Bates Motel from the "Psycho" movie. If it wasn't for the signs I would have assumed it was an abandoned 1960s building that had been condemned.
My stranger went to talk to the old desk clerk while I stood nervously behind. The desk clerk looked like he had been in the hotel since it was new, and was in the same condition. He glanced at both of us from head to toe and gave a knowing smile and a nod. I'm sure the clerk thought I was a call girl.
"Sir, that will be 2000 Rupees for 2 hours, 1000 extra for each hour after that." the clerk announced. I was shocked as he was quoting higher prices per hour for a shack than the Marriott, but I understood that any reputable hotel would ask for proof of identity. I didn't want to give that information to a stranger.
My man calmly fished out his wallet and gave him the money. The clerk carefully checked the cash and handed over the keys.
"Don't worry sir," the clerk cackled, "We pay the commission to security officer us regularly, so you don't have to worry about a raid. In fact, they are our usual customers." He laughed at his own poor joke.
I froze. I suddenly realised what type of place I had stepped into. Although pre-marital sex isn't banned in India, prostitution is. It's not uncommon for the security officer to raid hotels and ask for the identity of the occupants. If they find they are not married, they would either harass them or arrest the lovers on suspicion of prostitution. They know that spending a night in a security officer station and letting our parents or spouses know about it would be deeply embarrassing for the couples. The couples would have no choice but to cough up the money for the "fine". I've had sex in many places but either in my ex-boyfriend's rented house or my own house. I never experienced it in a lodge or motel which are prime locations for these raids.
The man took my hand and started walking in the corridor which was adorned with peeling painted walls, pigeon holes and paan stains. He opened the room written on the key tag and I took a look inside. It had a window with faded curtains, an attached bathroom, and one large old fashioned bed. There was an old CRT television on a huge TV stand. There was a small nightstand with a bottle of water. It looked like a poor man's run down apartment. Nice business renting out such a dump for couples who want to shag in peace.
While I was examining the room, my date had switched on the TV. He took the remote and turned the volume up high. I was startled at the noise and looked over at him. It was the first time I really had a chance to look closely at him, and he returned my gaze with a fiery passion. He had an average face, hair greying in the temples, medium build. He wasn't the George Clooneyish older man I had expected but he wasn't butt ugly or out of shape. Certainly much better looking than Shrek.
He came close to me and cupped my face in his hands. I held his hands as I didn't know how to start or whether I should start this. He bent forward and put his lips on mine and started kissing me. I started responding to his kiss and we soon were passionately locked. I nowadays find the kiss more scandalous after my affair with Shrek. As we started kissing, he started getting more aggressive with his hands. His right hand started cupping my breasts while the other was pressing my butt. He started inserting his tongue in my mouth and I happily sucked on it.
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