17-05-2019, 09:03 AM
Soon, we started going out - driving out of the city in the evenings to the outskirts, talking about each other, our families, our problems and most important - our desires. She was a virgin and had heard a lot about sex, but, was inexperienced due to the strait-laced society that all middle-class homes belong to. Although I was attracted to her immensely and wanted desperately to fondle her beautiful boobs, kiss her passionately, caress her long shapely legs - and get into her panties as soon as possible, noting her inhibitions, I decided to take it slow. Otherwise too, sex and love, to me are emotions which are best satisfied if both the participants are equally involved. I wanted her at fever pitch and knew that neither the office, nor the city would offer us any opportunity where she could get rid of her inhibitions. During our talks, it was implicitly understood (and even vocalised sometimes) that no waves are to be created, which could screw her chances of getting a good match.Sonika, in many ways communicated her attraction to me, as did I - like taking the lint off my coat, or wiping a piece of food perched on my cheek - and I by caressing her back, and at times, while crossing a road, proprietorily putting my hand on her pretty ass to lead her across the road. I was in heaven when I gave small squeezes to her ass - firm and round, yet soooo soft to touch.
Opportunity presented itself in form of participation in an exhibition in Jaipur, where, our boss told us, the company had booked a stall and it had to be manned by Sonika, while I attended the various seminars, and generally kept an eye on the enquiries generated through persons visiting the stall.
In line with the ranking, I was to stay in a luxury deluxe Hotel, while Sonika was booked into another Hotel nearby. The exhibition was at a Plaza about a mile away. While she was thrilled with the idea of the trip, Sonika still had to get over the hurdle of convincing her strait-laced mother to permit her to go. Thankfully her mother was convinced by our boss. So, as per the programme, I was to pick up Sonika in my car in the morning and we would drive to Jaipur - a drive of 5 hours, which both of us looked forward to.Finally the day dawned and we were on way to Jaipur. The journey was uneventful, except for the exhiliration both of us felt of being away from prying eyes and our hands were free to touch each other with implied intimacy, though over our clothes. Sonika was in an excellent mood, this being a rare occasion when she left the environs of her city.
In the evening, straight from the exhibition Hall, we went for a drive and a walk through the bazaars of Jaipur. She had a lot of boxes containing literature about our products and a portable projector, which we kept in the car. We flirted as we talked. Now that we were away from all the people we knew in our city, Sonika flirted with me outrageously. You will recall that I had mentioned that she usually dresses conservatively, but she has a few salwar-kameez suits that show off her curves, causing me to forget what I was doing. She was wearing one tight kameez that day, which made her boobs shout out for a squeeze. I thought that Sonika might be romantically interested in me but, because I did not want to wreck it, I didn't take any actions to confirm my opinion.
On return to the Hotel, I still couldn't stop thinking about the picture she made in that outfit with the top clinging to her generous breasts, her thin waist, and the seat brushing against her round, soft ass. I invited her for dinner at my Hotel, and she accepted. Since the literature and other stuff from the exhibition could not be left in the car, I suggested that we keep them in my room. After a few seconds of silence, she agreed provided I act as a gentleman, and do not take advantage of her once we are in the room. She was so enamoured by the luxury of the Hotel, never having been in such a place earlier, that she was gushing praises.In the room, I offered her a drink, I ordered a Screwdriver for her - vodka (no smell) and orange juice for the right amount of masking of the bitter taste. She was feeling thirsty and gulped the entire drink down in ten minutes. She started stretching out her limbs - the classic "angdaai", which showed off her curves even more.
I asked her "Kya tumhara kabhi sex ka man nahin karta"?
She said "Karta to hai, par kaise karoon?"
Opportunity presented itself in form of participation in an exhibition in Jaipur, where, our boss told us, the company had booked a stall and it had to be manned by Sonika, while I attended the various seminars, and generally kept an eye on the enquiries generated through persons visiting the stall.
In line with the ranking, I was to stay in a luxury deluxe Hotel, while Sonika was booked into another Hotel nearby. The exhibition was at a Plaza about a mile away. While she was thrilled with the idea of the trip, Sonika still had to get over the hurdle of convincing her strait-laced mother to permit her to go. Thankfully her mother was convinced by our boss. So, as per the programme, I was to pick up Sonika in my car in the morning and we would drive to Jaipur - a drive of 5 hours, which both of us looked forward to.Finally the day dawned and we were on way to Jaipur. The journey was uneventful, except for the exhiliration both of us felt of being away from prying eyes and our hands were free to touch each other with implied intimacy, though over our clothes. Sonika was in an excellent mood, this being a rare occasion when she left the environs of her city.
In the evening, straight from the exhibition Hall, we went for a drive and a walk through the bazaars of Jaipur. She had a lot of boxes containing literature about our products and a portable projector, which we kept in the car. We flirted as we talked. Now that we were away from all the people we knew in our city, Sonika flirted with me outrageously. You will recall that I had mentioned that she usually dresses conservatively, but she has a few salwar-kameez suits that show off her curves, causing me to forget what I was doing. She was wearing one tight kameez that day, which made her boobs shout out for a squeeze. I thought that Sonika might be romantically interested in me but, because I did not want to wreck it, I didn't take any actions to confirm my opinion.
On return to the Hotel, I still couldn't stop thinking about the picture she made in that outfit with the top clinging to her generous breasts, her thin waist, and the seat brushing against her round, soft ass. I invited her for dinner at my Hotel, and she accepted. Since the literature and other stuff from the exhibition could not be left in the car, I suggested that we keep them in my room. After a few seconds of silence, she agreed provided I act as a gentleman, and do not take advantage of her once we are in the room. She was so enamoured by the luxury of the Hotel, never having been in such a place earlier, that she was gushing praises.In the room, I offered her a drink, I ordered a Screwdriver for her - vodka (no smell) and orange juice for the right amount of masking of the bitter taste. She was feeling thirsty and gulped the entire drink down in ten minutes. She started stretching out her limbs - the classic "angdaai", which showed off her curves even more.
I asked her "Kya tumhara kabhi sex ka man nahin karta"?
She said "Karta to hai, par kaise karoon?"
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