18-06-2019, 04:40 PM
It was the longest, loneliest night of her life. Anuja lay awake for hours in the darkness, numbed and dazed by what had happened. By turns, she raged at herself for her indiscretion, at her want of judgement, at Avinash.
He was sick. The injustice and humiliation were almost too much to bear. She wept repeatedly in anger and finally fell asleep in sheer exhaustion.
The next day, Anuja woke late, feeling surprisingly calm and collected. She did her toilet, coiled her hair loosely in a bun at the nape of her neck and, wrapping a toweling robe around her naked body, went out onto the balcony.
Avinash was at the round, wrought-iron, glass-topped table, reading a newspaper, a tea
service before him.
"Good morning," he said brightly, lowering the paper. "Sleep well?"
"Tea, please." Anuja didn't bother with the niceties.
"Certainly," he said. "I'll call for a fresh pot. Breakfast?"
"No, thank you."
Avinash went into the suite to call room service. He returned with a video camera and settled down opposite her and began to fiddle with it.
Adjusting it to his satisfaction, he raised it to his eyes. She ignored him and picked up the newspaper, screening herself behind it.
"Please," he said softly. "Put that down. You're blocking the shot."
Very deliberately, Anuja folded the newspaper and tossed it on the table.
"Thank you."
Suddenly, all the anger and hurt of the night before returned, but now it was cold and hard. Anuja took a deep breath, looked at Avinash steadily and considered her situation. She had no choice.
She was trapped and there was not much she could do without hurting her family and friends. She would have to work through this. Might as well enjoy it till then, she said to herself.
Avinash was surprised by the sudden, unexpected warmth in her smile. He arched an eyebrow quizzically. Her smile widened. Slowly, she pulled at the lapels of the robe. It parted above and below the belt, showing her naked cleavage, the swell of her breasts, her belly, the dark grotto between her thighs.
Parting her legs, she slid one hand up her thigh and opened her cunt-lips.
"Shall I frig for you?" she said gently. "Would you like that?"
A smile of pleasure creased his face and he nodded. Already, the camera was focussed on her crotch. He held it with one hand and pushed the other between his legs, under his gown. Anuja smiled and curled a finger gently into her slit.
"Slowly," she said, and moved her free hand under the robe over her breast. "Nice and slow, like every morning fuck should be, right?"
Anuja masturbated for the camera, swirling her finger through her cunt-flesh, fondling her breasts and arousing herself unhurriedly.
Opening her legs wide, she slumped in the chair and, moistening one fingertip on her tongue, holding her cunt-lips wide open with the other, rubbed her finger up and down her slit. She sucked in her breath with an erotic groan.
"Mmm -- that feels good," she smiled. "Oh yes!"
She worked her clitoris rapidly for a few seconds, rubbing it with her fingertip and knuckle. Her hips writhed on the chair.
Slowing again, she returned to her leisurely up-and-down, in-and-out, round-and-round finger actions.
Avinash grinned to himself, his penis stirring in his pajamas and slowly zoomed in. She opened her legs for the camera, working her cunt and clitoris sexily with a finger-tip.
He lingered in a close-up of her cunt, the lips pulled wide, the long tongue of her clitoris prominent, flipping back and forth under a long, shapely fingernail.
"Mmm -- yes -- that feels so good -- ohhh -- if only -- I could -- be fucked now! Fucked with a nice big cock, hot and hard!"
"Room service!"
The sharp, sudden rap on the door made Avinash jump. Anuja smiled.
Avinash went in to answer the door. Anuja straightened herself in the chair, crossing her legs at the knee and gathering her robe together again. It was a spectacular day.
Bright and cloudless, the air was sparkling clear. Far away, Anuja could see the golden sand on the beach and the azure waves pounding it.
The leaves of the swaying palm trees rustled softly. The balcony was high and quite private, designed for maximum privacy from the prying eyes of the other guests in the hotel.
The waiter followed Avinash back to the balcony, balancing a large tray with a silver tea service. He was a handsome youth with a bright smile. He wished her good morning and set the tray on the low table before her.
Avinash scrawled his signature on the slip in the leather folder and added an extravagant tip. The waiter looked pleased.
"Thank you, Michael," he said, putting the folder down on the table.
The waiter smiled. "Thank you, sir. Welcome back. Shall I make the tea, madam?"
Anuja looked at the two men. They obviously knew each other. She caught Avinash's eye. He flicked a glance at Michael and inclined his head in a little nod of assent. Anuja looked back at the waiter, who was waiting for an answer.
"Yes, please," Anuja said. "If you would."
"Certainly, madam. Sugar?"
"One please."
The waiter bent over the low table and prepared the tea. Anuja leaned forward. She looked lovely. Her hair, slightly loosened now, framed her pretty face in a wave. She tucked it behind her ear with one hand, the other on her lap discreetly pushing her lapels open again.
The waiter's eyes flicked towards her and he saw the heavy swell of one breast, the long nipple. He added sugar and began stirring slowly, looking at her sidelong. She smiled to herself.
The waiter handed Anuja the teacup. She set it down on the table, and looked up with a smile.
The waiter was clean-shaven, tall, lean, dark, with the slender features of the local people. He wore a brightly printed short-sleeved shirt and dark brown trousers. His forearms were wiry and strong and his shoulders were broad.
He straightened and smiled down at her. Motes of lust glinted in his eyes. She made no move to cover her breast. Again, his eyes slipped to her nakedness. He turned to Avinash for a signal. Avinash nodded again.
The waiter winked and a slow smile creased his handsome features. He turned back to Anuja, who pretended not to notice the exchange between them.
"Will there be anything else, madam?" he asked softly, imperceptibly moving closer.
Anuja clinked her teaspoon delicately against the lip of the cup and set it in the saucer.
"Yes," she said softly. "Yes, there will."
She lifted her hands to coil her hair in a loose knot, and her breasts lifted under the robe, pushing the lapels apart, exposing her naked cleavage and most of her belly. The waiter's eyes lingered on the dusky, firm, roundness of her flesh.
Rising to her feet smoothly, she unbelted her robe, letting it hang open. Her naked crotch was exposed to his view. She stepped forward and the waiter chuckled, his eyes glinting, and slid his hands under her robe.
Anuja smiled gently as his hands slid up her naked body and cupped her breasts. They swelled and grew warm and heavy under his hard hands, her nipples stiffening. She tilted her face to his, her lips flowering under his like a lover's.
She kissed him lasciviously, slipping her tongue deep into his mouth. The waiter drew her closer, his hands sliding from her breasts to her naked buttocks. Squirming erotically against the stranger, Anuja felt relieved.
She could continue to have sex and enjoy herself. She abandoned herself to her naturally sharp lust. If this was how it was to be, well, then, she might even be happy.
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He was sick. The injustice and humiliation were almost too much to bear. She wept repeatedly in anger and finally fell asleep in sheer exhaustion.
The next day, Anuja woke late, feeling surprisingly calm and collected. She did her toilet, coiled her hair loosely in a bun at the nape of her neck and, wrapping a toweling robe around her naked body, went out onto the balcony.
Avinash was at the round, wrought-iron, glass-topped table, reading a newspaper, a tea
service before him.
"Good morning," he said brightly, lowering the paper. "Sleep well?"
"Tea, please." Anuja didn't bother with the niceties.
"Certainly," he said. "I'll call for a fresh pot. Breakfast?"
"No, thank you."
Avinash went into the suite to call room service. He returned with a video camera and settled down opposite her and began to fiddle with it.
Adjusting it to his satisfaction, he raised it to his eyes. She ignored him and picked up the newspaper, screening herself behind it.
"Please," he said softly. "Put that down. You're blocking the shot."
Very deliberately, Anuja folded the newspaper and tossed it on the table.
"Thank you."
Suddenly, all the anger and hurt of the night before returned, but now it was cold and hard. Anuja took a deep breath, looked at Avinash steadily and considered her situation. She had no choice.
She was trapped and there was not much she could do without hurting her family and friends. She would have to work through this. Might as well enjoy it till then, she said to herself.
Avinash was surprised by the sudden, unexpected warmth in her smile. He arched an eyebrow quizzically. Her smile widened. Slowly, she pulled at the lapels of the robe. It parted above and below the belt, showing her naked cleavage, the swell of her breasts, her belly, the dark grotto between her thighs.
Parting her legs, she slid one hand up her thigh and opened her cunt-lips.
"Shall I frig for you?" she said gently. "Would you like that?"
A smile of pleasure creased his face and he nodded. Already, the camera was focussed on her crotch. He held it with one hand and pushed the other between his legs, under his gown. Anuja smiled and curled a finger gently into her slit.
"Slowly," she said, and moved her free hand under the robe over her breast. "Nice and slow, like every morning fuck should be, right?"
Anuja masturbated for the camera, swirling her finger through her cunt-flesh, fondling her breasts and arousing herself unhurriedly.
Opening her legs wide, she slumped in the chair and, moistening one fingertip on her tongue, holding her cunt-lips wide open with the other, rubbed her finger up and down her slit. She sucked in her breath with an erotic groan.
"Mmm -- that feels good," she smiled. "Oh yes!"
She worked her clitoris rapidly for a few seconds, rubbing it with her fingertip and knuckle. Her hips writhed on the chair.
Slowing again, she returned to her leisurely up-and-down, in-and-out, round-and-round finger actions.
Avinash grinned to himself, his penis stirring in his pajamas and slowly zoomed in. She opened her legs for the camera, working her cunt and clitoris sexily with a finger-tip.
He lingered in a close-up of her cunt, the lips pulled wide, the long tongue of her clitoris prominent, flipping back and forth under a long, shapely fingernail.
"Mmm -- yes -- that feels so good -- ohhh -- if only -- I could -- be fucked now! Fucked with a nice big cock, hot and hard!"
"Room service!"
The sharp, sudden rap on the door made Avinash jump. Anuja smiled.
Avinash went in to answer the door. Anuja straightened herself in the chair, crossing her legs at the knee and gathering her robe together again. It was a spectacular day.
Bright and cloudless, the air was sparkling clear. Far away, Anuja could see the golden sand on the beach and the azure waves pounding it.
The leaves of the swaying palm trees rustled softly. The balcony was high and quite private, designed for maximum privacy from the prying eyes of the other guests in the hotel.
The waiter followed Avinash back to the balcony, balancing a large tray with a silver tea service. He was a handsome youth with a bright smile. He wished her good morning and set the tray on the low table before her.
Avinash scrawled his signature on the slip in the leather folder and added an extravagant tip. The waiter looked pleased.
"Thank you, Michael," he said, putting the folder down on the table.
The waiter smiled. "Thank you, sir. Welcome back. Shall I make the tea, madam?"
Anuja looked at the two men. They obviously knew each other. She caught Avinash's eye. He flicked a glance at Michael and inclined his head in a little nod of assent. Anuja looked back at the waiter, who was waiting for an answer.
"Yes, please," Anuja said. "If you would."
"Certainly, madam. Sugar?"
"One please."
The waiter bent over the low table and prepared the tea. Anuja leaned forward. She looked lovely. Her hair, slightly loosened now, framed her pretty face in a wave. She tucked it behind her ear with one hand, the other on her lap discreetly pushing her lapels open again.
The waiter's eyes flicked towards her and he saw the heavy swell of one breast, the long nipple. He added sugar and began stirring slowly, looking at her sidelong. She smiled to herself.
The waiter handed Anuja the teacup. She set it down on the table, and looked up with a smile.
The waiter was clean-shaven, tall, lean, dark, with the slender features of the local people. He wore a brightly printed short-sleeved shirt and dark brown trousers. His forearms were wiry and strong and his shoulders were broad.
He straightened and smiled down at her. Motes of lust glinted in his eyes. She made no move to cover her breast. Again, his eyes slipped to her nakedness. He turned to Avinash for a signal. Avinash nodded again.
The waiter winked and a slow smile creased his handsome features. He turned back to Anuja, who pretended not to notice the exchange between them.
"Will there be anything else, madam?" he asked softly, imperceptibly moving closer.
Anuja clinked her teaspoon delicately against the lip of the cup and set it in the saucer.
"Yes," she said softly. "Yes, there will."
She lifted her hands to coil her hair in a loose knot, and her breasts lifted under the robe, pushing the lapels apart, exposing her naked cleavage and most of her belly. The waiter's eyes lingered on the dusky, firm, roundness of her flesh.
Rising to her feet smoothly, she unbelted her robe, letting it hang open. Her naked crotch was exposed to his view. She stepped forward and the waiter chuckled, his eyes glinting, and slid his hands under her robe.
Anuja smiled gently as his hands slid up her naked body and cupped her breasts. They swelled and grew warm and heavy under his hard hands, her nipples stiffening. She tilted her face to his, her lips flowering under his like a lover's.
She kissed him lasciviously, slipping her tongue deep into his mouth. The waiter drew her closer, his hands sliding from her breasts to her naked buttocks. Squirming erotically against the stranger, Anuja felt relieved.
She could continue to have sex and enjoy herself. She abandoned herself to her naturally sharp lust. If this was how it was to be, well, then, she might even be happy.
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