26-12-2018, 10:23 AM
We both soon fell into a short but refreshing post coital slumber, our arms and legs entwined. When I stirred awake it was just past one o'clock in the afternoon. My fingers crept between her open thighs and gently explored her slit as she slept peacefully.
"Nnnh…" Swati responded softly to the stimulus while still asleep and then suddenly woke up and closed her thighs together.
"My God! What time is it? I'll be late for the mehendi ceremony!" She exclaimed in a thick, sleepy voice.
"Don't worry, my pet. It's only one o'clock in the afternoon." I soothed her.
"Thank goodness!" She sounded relieved.
"When are you supposed to get there?" I enquired.
"The ceremony starts at six o'clock. But I could go an hour late, nobody will notice." She responded. She was fully awake now.
"Good! That gives us plenty of time!" I said, pulling her to me.
"Sameer! You are impossible. Look how sticky and icky I am! I badly need a shower and then I need to eat! I am starving!" She exclaimed, pushing me away.
The fact was that I too was ravenously hungry. After a brief consultation we decided not to waste precious time in going to a restaurant. I got dressed and went out to get some take-away food while Swati scooted into the bathroom. Being a bachelor, I knew all the good food joints in the area. I returned about three quarters of an hour later, with a generous parcel of kheema pao (spicy minced meat and bread rolls) from a well-known Irani restaurant, a big box of fresh, lip-smacking Bengali sweets and a few bottles of Coke to quench our thirst.
"Nnnh…" Swati responded softly to the stimulus while still asleep and then suddenly woke up and closed her thighs together.
"My God! What time is it? I'll be late for the mehendi ceremony!" She exclaimed in a thick, sleepy voice.
"Don't worry, my pet. It's only one o'clock in the afternoon." I soothed her.
"Thank goodness!" She sounded relieved.
"When are you supposed to get there?" I enquired.
"The ceremony starts at six o'clock. But I could go an hour late, nobody will notice." She responded. She was fully awake now.
"Good! That gives us plenty of time!" I said, pulling her to me.
"Sameer! You are impossible. Look how sticky and icky I am! I badly need a shower and then I need to eat! I am starving!" She exclaimed, pushing me away.
The fact was that I too was ravenously hungry. After a brief consultation we decided not to waste precious time in going to a restaurant. I got dressed and went out to get some take-away food while Swati scooted into the bathroom. Being a bachelor, I knew all the good food joints in the area. I returned about three quarters of an hour later, with a generous parcel of kheema pao (spicy minced meat and bread rolls) from a well-known Irani restaurant, a big box of fresh, lip-smacking Bengali sweets and a few bottles of Coke to quench our thirst.
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