25-07-2024, 10:31 AM
The Bullet Train Ride
After a smooth cab ride to the Shinkansen station near Akasaka, Tharun and Shruthi were ready to embark on their journey to Kyoto. The bustling station was filled with travelers, but Tharun and Shruthi made their way to the platform with ease, thanks to Tharun's familiarity with the process.
After a smooth cab ride to the Shinkansen station near Akasaka, Tharun and Shruthi were ready to embark on their journey to Kyoto. The bustling station was filled with travelers, but Tharun and Shruthi made their way to the platform with ease, thanks to Shruthi's familiarity with the process.
As they approached the Gran Class car, Shruthi's eyes widened in awe. She had never traveled in such luxury before. She's been on the bullet train before, but not in the business class. The plush leather seats, ample legroom, and serene ambiance of the Gran Class cabin were unlike anything she had experienced.
"Wow, this is incredible," Shruthi whispered, her eyes taking in every detail of the luxurious cabin.
Tharun smiled, enjoying her reaction. "It really is something, isn't it? Let me help you with your luggage."
Tharun effortlessly lifted Shruthi's suitcase and placed it in the designated storage area. As he did, Shruthi couldn't help but notice the muscles in his forearms flexing, the veins standing out prominently. The sight of his strength and the ease with which he handled the luggage made her heart flutter. She admired his physical presence and the way he took charge with such natural charisma.
As they settled into their seats, Tharun opened the window shade slightly, allowing the soft light to filter in, casting a warm glow over them. The seats were plush and well-padded, with a monochrome beige appearance that added to the elegance of the cabin.
"Isn't this amazing?" Tharun said, glancing around the luxurious cabin.
"It really is," Shruthi agreed, her eyes wide with wonder. "I've never traveled in such comfort."
The train began to move, smoothly accelerating to its high speed. Tharun and Shruthi sat next to each other, a comfortable silence enveloping them. For the first time, Tharun found himself at a loss for words. They both stared out the window, watching the cityscape blur into the countryside.
As they both put their hands on the shared armrest in the center, their fingers brushed against each other. A jolt of electricity seemed to pass between them, creating a moment of tension. Tharun's breath caught slightly, and he felt a warmth spread through him. He glanced at Shruthi, who quickly looked away, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. The subtle tension in the air was palpable, yet neither of them spoke about it.
Their eyes met again, and they burst out laughing, the shared moment breaking the tension. Tharun felt a sense of ease and relaxation around Shruthi that was refreshing.
As the train journeyed through the picturesque Japanese countryside, the attendant brought them a complimentary meal service. The seasonal bento box was filled with an array of locally-sourced tidbits, including bite-sized portions of fish, boiled vegetables, and other delicacies. They also received a white fabric bag containing an amenity kit with bottled water, salted chocolate, and a soft hand towel.
"This is wonderful," Shruthi said, savoring a piece of fish. "I've always loved the attention to detail in Japanese cuisine."
Tharun nodded in agreement. "It's one of the things I admire most about this country. Everything is done with such care and precision."
As they continued their journey, Tharun couldn't help but notice the small details about Shruthi that made her so captivating. Her modesty in handling the language barrier, her respectful demeanor, and the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her experiences all left a lasting impression on him.
The bullet train ride, filled with laughter, shared glances, and meaningful conversation, set the tone for what promised to be an unforgettable weekend. Tharun felt a growing connection with Shruthi, and he looked forward to exploring Kyoto with her by his side.
***
[ Checking into the Ritz-Carlton Kyoto ]
After a smooth and luxurious bullet train ride, Tharun and Shruthi arrived in Kyoto, ready to begin their weekend adventure. Sunita had chosen and booked their stay at the Ritz-Carlton Kyoto, known for its breathtaking views and impeccable service. The hotel's prime location along the Kamo-gawa River and the Higashiyama Mountains made it an ideal romantic getaway. Since Sunit and Jegan didn't make it they just wandered
As they approached the grand entrance of the Ritz-Carlton, Shruthi's eyes widened in awe. The hotel's elegant facade and meticulously maintained gardens were a sight to behold.
"Wow, this place is incredible," Shruthi whispered, taking in the beauty of their surroundings.
Tharun smiled, enjoying her reaction. "It really is something special. Let's get checked in."
The hotel staff greeted them warmly and quickly checked them in, offering refreshing welcome drinks. The bell boys took care of their luggage, ensuring it would be delivered to their respective suites.
Tharun, ever the gentleman, escorted Shruthi to her suite first. He wanted to make sure the room was safe and secure for her as a woman staying alone. Shruthi wore a beautiful sleeveless dress that accentuated her elegance and grace. The dress featured a soft pastel hue, complementing her complexion perfectly. With the neckline gently dipping to enhance her collarbones and the fitted bodice flowing into a lightweight skirt, the dress highlighted her long, slim arms and added to her overall allure. As they walked side by side, Tharun couldn't help but steal glances at her, appreciating her beauty and the way she carried herself with such poise.
Upon entering her suite, Tharun began a thorough check of the room to ensure her safety. Shruthi observed him with admiration, touched by his attentiveness and care.
Tharun first checked the door, making sure it locked securely from both the inside and outside. He tested the deadbolt and the security latch, ensuring they were functioning properly.
"Always use the deadbolt and latch when you're in the room," Tharun advised. "It adds an extra layer of security."
Next, he moved to the windows, ensuring they could be locked and were not easily accessible from the outside. He checked that the glass was sturdy and that the locks were secure.
"These windows are well-secured, but it's always good to double-check," he said, giving her a reassuring smile.
He checked that the room phone was working and reminded her of how to call him or the front desk since their mobile had bad service.
"The phone is working. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call my room" he advised.
Tharun walked around the suit restless checking everything in the room to ensure her safety.
Through these actions, Shruthi felt reassured by Tharun's attentiveness to her safety. Tharun's careful checks demonstrated a level of consideration she had not expected, providing her with comfort and security as they prepared to enjoy their stay in Kyoto.
"This is very thoughtful of you, Tharun," Shruthi said, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you for making sure everything is safe."
Tharun smiled warmly. "It's my pleasure, Shruthi. I just want to make sure you're comfortable and secure."
"I'm going to my suit, next door and get ready for dinner. May be we can take a quick stroll before going into the restaurant."
[ Perfect Dinner Date in Kyoto ]
After ensuring Shruthi's suite was safe and secure, Tharun returned to his own room to freshen up before dinner. The anticipation of the evening ahead filled him with a sense of excitement and curiosity. He couldn't help but wonder what Shruthi would wear, knowing she always carried herself with such elegance and grace.
As the evening approached, Tharun made his way to the hotel's exquisite restaurant. The ambiance was perfect, with soft lighting, elegant decor, and a serene view of the Kamo-gawa River. He arrived a few minutes early, eager to see Shruthi again.
When Shruthi entered the restaurant, Tharun was utterly stunned. She wore a beautiful cotton saree with a sleeveless blouse, and it was the first time he had seen her in traditional attire. The saree was a soft, pastel shade with delicate floral patterns that danced along the fabric, enhancing her elegance. The material, light and breathable, dbangd beautifully around her figure, accentuating her curves while maintaining an air of grace.
The sleeveless blouse enhanced Shruthi's elegance in several ways. It showcased her toned arms and slender shoulders, adding grace to her appearance. The lack of sleeves allowed for optimal movement and comfort, while the design highlighted her collarbones and neckline, emphasizing her femininity. The fabric's soft texture complemented the flow of the saree, creating a cohesive and sophisticated look. Overall, the sleeveless blouse not only enhanced her physical beauty but also reflected her confidence and poise.
Her long, dark hair was left loose, cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. She wore minimalistic jewelry—a pair of delicate gold earrings and a simple bracelet—that complemented her outfit perfectly.
As she walked towards him, Tharun couldn't help but admire every little detail about her appearance. The saree's pallu flowed gracefully behind her, and the soft fabric swayed with each step she took. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her smile was warm and inviting.
"Shruthi, you look absolutely stunning," Tharun said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.
Shruthi blushed slightly, her eyes twinkling. "Thank you, Tharun. You look quite dashing yourself."
Tharun, dressed in a tailored suit, offered his arm to Shruthi. "Shall we?"
As they walked outside to enjoy the view before dinner, the gentle mountain wind caught the edge of Shruthi's saree, causing it to flutter delicately. Tharun's breath caught as he caught a glimpse of her midriff. She had tucked her saree low on her hips, and a delicate gold chain adorned her waist that ran right below cute belly button, glinting in the light. The sight was enchanting, but Tharun quickly looked away to avoid embarrassing her.
For some reason, Tharun couldn't picture Shruthi in a sexual context. His admiration for her was rooted in something deeper—a combination of respect for her intelligence, appreciation for her gracefulness, and an undeniable charm that captivated him. He realized that his feelings for her were a culmination of many things, and he valued her presence in a way that transcended mere physical attraction.
Once they were seated, Tharun turned to Shruthi with a polite smile. "Shruthi, may I have the privilege of ordering for us tonight?"
Shruthi's eyes lit up with curiosity and trust. "Of course, Tharun. I'd love that."
Tharun signaled the waiter and began to place their order. "We'll start with the oysters and caviar service, accompanied by a bottle of Ruinart Rosé, please."
The waiter nodded and soon returned with a tray of oysters, caviar, and the bottle of Ruinart Rosé. Tharun expertly inspected the wine label, confirming it was the correct choice. The waiter then uncorked the bottle and poured the Rose in two tulip glasses.
As the oysters were served, Shruthi looked a bit unsure about how to proceed. Tharun noticed her hesitation and leaned in with a reassuring smile.
"Would you like me to show you how to eat oysters?" he asked gently.
Shruthi nodded, grateful for his guidance. "Yes, please. I've never had oysters before."
Tharun picked up the smallest fork provided and gently loosened the oyster from the shell. "First, use this fork to loosen the oyster. Then, raise the edge of the shell to your lips and gently tip it back until the entire oyster slides into your mouth. Don't forget to chew to fully enjoy the flavors."
He demonstrated by eating one of the oysters himself, placing the empty shell upside down on the plate to indicate it was finished. Shruthi watched carefully and then followed his example, placing her empty shell upside down as well. As soon as she did, their eyes met, and they burst into laughter without exchanging a single word. It was as if they were telepathic, understanding each other perfectly.
Next, Tharun helped Shruthi with the caviar. He placed some caviar on a chip and handed it to her. "Here, let me help you with this as well."
Shruthi took the chip, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Tharun. You're making this such a wonderful experience."
Tharun went through the wine list and asked the waiter for a bottle of Romani Conti Burgundy Wine. When the waiter came back with the wine, he held it in front of Tharun to confirm the label. The waiter opened the cork in a delightful showmanship and poured a small amount of wine in the burgundy wine glass next to Tharun.
Tharun held the glass by the stem, giving it a gentle swirl to aerate the wine and release its aromas. He brought the glass to his nose and took a deep sniff, concentrating on the wine's fragrance. After a few moments, he took a small sip, rolling it around his mouth to fully appreciate its flavors. Satisfied, he nodded to the waiter.
"Please, pour," Tharun said, his voice calm and assured.
Shruthi watched the entire process with admiration. She was impressed by Tharun's fine dining etiquette and the way he handled the wine presentation ritual with such poise and confidence.
After enjoying the oysters and caviar, Tharun signaled the waiter to bring the main courses. "We'll have the sushi platter and the Beef Wellington to share, please."
When the dishes arrived, Tharun carefully cut the Beef Wellington and served a portion to Shruthi. "I hope you enjoy this. It's one of my favorites."
Shruthi smiled warmly. "Thank you, Tharun. Everything has been perfect so far."
As they savored their meal, the conversation flowed naturally.
"Shruthi, I have to ask," Tharun began, "how come you decided to wear a saree in a different country?"
Shruthi smiled, her eyes lighting up. "Well, Tharun, as you might be aware, Tamil culture and Tamil movies are quite popular in Japan. Rajinikanth and other Tamil movie stars have a huge fan following here."
Tharun nodded. "Yes, I've heard about that. It's fascinating how cultural influences can travel across borders."
Shruthi continued, "I packed a saree just in case, but I never thought I'd get a chance to wear it. When I saw this beautiful setting, I thought it was the perfect opportunity to embrace my culture and wear something traditional."
Tharun's admiration for her grew. "You made an excellent choice. The saree looks beautiful on you, and it adds to the elegance you already possess."
"Thank you, Tharun," Shruthi said, blushing slightly. "I wanted to wear something that represented my heritage. The sleeveless blouse adds a modern touch while still keeping the traditional essence. And the jewelry, well, it's minimal, but I think it complements the outfit perfectly."
Tharun nodded in agreement. "It certainly does. You look stunning."
Shruthi's eyes sparkled with excitement as she continued, "Tamil movies have a significant impact on Japanese pop culture. Rajinikanth, for example, is a household name here. His movies are dubbed in Japanese, and he has a massive fan base. It's amazing to see how our culture has influenced people in a different part of the world."
Tharun listened intently, fascinated by her knowledge and passion. "That's incredible. It's wonderful to see how cultures can connect and influence each other in such positive ways."
***
He pulled his cock out of her mouth after she gaged.
"Are you ok"? He asked.
She replied with tears streaming down her face "yes, please keep fucking my mouth". He pushed his cock inside her mouth again and after some time he pulled his cock out started to slap her face left and right with his thick cock.
She started crying as she looked at him and said "I love this cock more than I love you. I want him inside my vagina now." His cock grew even bigger at the sight of her giving up her body to him. He licked his lips and pushed her onto the bed. Her legs were spread wide open for him; he bent over her body, and without warning, pushed his thick cock deep inside her cunt. She gasped in shock and pain as he ripped into her body; his thrusts were hard and fast, hitting her G spot every time. He kept fucking her in this position for some time while he licked her tits and nibbled on them.
Her pussy was so wet from his cum and her own juices that it didn't take long before she was close to cumming again. She screamed out as she came all over his cock, squeezing him tight with her legs wrapped around him. He growled as he felt her orgasm around him. He reached down between her legs and found her clit. He rubbed it as he fucked her pussy hard, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
He felt his balls tightening and knew he was about to cum soon. He pulled out of her pussy and pushed his cock between her tits. He squeezed them together as he started fucking her tits; it didn't take long for him to cum all over her face and chest. He groaned as he came all over her face and tits, covering her completely. She gasped as she felt him release his thick load all over her body. After a few moments, he collapsed next to her on the bed, trying to catch his breath.
After cumming all over her breasts, he noticed the bite Tharun had left disappeared. "What happened to the bite mark?" Jegan asked. "I put some makeup to cover it so we can forget that and enjoy our time" Sunita replied.
Jegan smiled and hugged Sunita, as Sunita started to clean his oozing cock with her mouth.
They both continued their sex until late at night, drinking each other's love juices until they both fell asleep on the bed exhausted.
***
[ Meanwhile back in the restaurant in Kyoto ]
After enjoying a delicious dinner together, Tharun waved his hand and signed in the air signaling for the check. Shruti chuckled. Tharun looked at her amused and asked "What?"
She smiled and said, "I see you're a good at air signature signaling the waiter! That's so like Gen Z" she laughed
Tharun admired her playful leg pulling, but within no time he composed himself "But you're millennial!" he joked back with a bright smile.
The waiter approached their table with the check. Tharun quickly took out his wallet from his suit pocket and placed his card in the slot without looking at the total.
Shruti didn't even feel like offering to split as she wanted to give Tharun that masculine role of treating her. She'd fight tooth and nail to split the bill if it was anyone else. This is the first time in her life she felt like she can be taken care of a man.
As they got up from their seat at the table, Shruthi swayed a bit due to the effect of the wine. Tharun immediately put his arms around her waist to support her weight and keep her steady. For time his fingers slightly caressed a small part of her bare waist and he quickly moved his fingers over her fabric.
He guided her slowly out of the restaurant as she clung to him for support. She can smell his intoxicating masculine fragrance of his Le Lebo Santal cologne. "Are you going to be ok to walk?" Tharun asked, concerned about Shruthi's and hoping she didn't have too much to drink.
"I think so," Shruthi answered softly, still leaning into him for support.
Tharun guided her through the hotel lobby and turned to the elevator. She stopped and turned towards the river, "can we take a walk?".
He was trying to let go off her in a hurry, as he felt uncomfortable holding her, "are you sure you are to walk?" he tried to let go off her and see if she's ok.
"Sorry, now I am totally OK. It's the wine, but it's not too much." Tharun was relieved she wasn't too tipsy.
She crossed arms folded holding her saree and started walking alongside Tharun along the river side. They started strolling down the river and admired the view of the Higashiyama Mountains reflected on the water. The full moon illuminated the sky, casting a soft glow over everything around them. The lights from the city twinkled in the distance, creating an ethereal atmosphere.
"Tharun, this is such a beautiful place," Shruthi said, looking around in awe at their surroundings. "It's like a fairy tale."
Tharun nodded in agreement. "It is very beautiful here." He was feeling the same way she was;
"Tharun, I never thanked you for this opportunity, I love working here and the first week has been so rewarding"
"Oh.. it's nothing. I don't think we could have closed the deal without you here speaking Japanese."
"You know you could have managed" she smiled gently back at him.
There was a brief pause as they continued walking along the river in silence. Shruthi was mesmerized by the beauty of her surroundings.
Suddenly, she turned to Tharun and asked, "Can you teach me how to whistle?"
He looked surprised and then nodded with a smile, "Sure."
Tharun curled his first finger and placed his thumb in front of his lips. Shruthi watched closely, imitating what he did. After a few tries, she was able to produce a small whistle. She laughed at herself with the cute sound she made.
"That's great," Tharun said, pleased with Shruthi's efforts. "Keep practicing; you'll get better."
He winked at her as he placed his finger on his lips, emphasizing the technique Shruthi should use to make a louder sound. She practiced for a while with him helping her and slowly she got the hang of it.
Shruthi used all of her energy and made the loudest sound she could muster, which wasn't very loud.
"I don't think I can whistle," Shruthi said, frowning with frustration. "I'm not good at this."
Tharun placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You'll get better with practice. It took me a while to learn, too."
Shruthi smiled at him appreciatively, feeling reassured by his encouragement. She loved how supportive he was of her.
As they continued their stroll down the river, Tharun whistled to show her how it's done again.
"Show off!" She nudged him with her elbow, Tharun pretended like he's going to fall and Shruti shocked and tried to hold him but she fell on him pushing him down on the river bed falling on top him. Tharun was under her and Shruti fell on top of him, their faces close to each other and she looked into his eyes with those big black deep eyes of hers, that mesmerized Tharun.
Shruthi's mind was running a million thoughts trying to make sense out of what she feels, apart from his looks and his masculine presence.
Even though he was her boss, she could see he took care of her. He made her feel safe and respected. He always had time to listen to her concerns and offer advice when she needed it.
Tharun just stayed put and he was surprised he had zero intentions to kiss her, rather he felt the need to protect her. In an unlikely move by Tharun he slowly stood up while bringing her back up.
Tharun felt there is chemistry but he didn't want to cross the line with Shruti. Tharun generally never crosses the line unless the girl makes absolute moves on him, but this felt different, even after sensing that's moment for the perfect first kiss, he wasn't sure.
"You should know something about me.," words came out without his control...
After a smooth cab ride to the Shinkansen station near Akasaka, Tharun and Shruthi were ready to embark on their journey to Kyoto. The bustling station was filled with travelers, but Tharun and Shruthi made their way to the platform with ease, thanks to Tharun's familiarity with the process.
After a smooth cab ride to the Shinkansen station near Akasaka, Tharun and Shruthi were ready to embark on their journey to Kyoto. The bustling station was filled with travelers, but Tharun and Shruthi made their way to the platform with ease, thanks to Shruthi's familiarity with the process.
As they approached the Gran Class car, Shruthi's eyes widened in awe. She had never traveled in such luxury before. She's been on the bullet train before, but not in the business class. The plush leather seats, ample legroom, and serene ambiance of the Gran Class cabin were unlike anything she had experienced.
"Wow, this is incredible," Shruthi whispered, her eyes taking in every detail of the luxurious cabin.
Tharun smiled, enjoying her reaction. "It really is something, isn't it? Let me help you with your luggage."
Tharun effortlessly lifted Shruthi's suitcase and placed it in the designated storage area. As he did, Shruthi couldn't help but notice the muscles in his forearms flexing, the veins standing out prominently. The sight of his strength and the ease with which he handled the luggage made her heart flutter. She admired his physical presence and the way he took charge with such natural charisma.
As they settled into their seats, Tharun opened the window shade slightly, allowing the soft light to filter in, casting a warm glow over them. The seats were plush and well-padded, with a monochrome beige appearance that added to the elegance of the cabin.
"Isn't this amazing?" Tharun said, glancing around the luxurious cabin.
"It really is," Shruthi agreed, her eyes wide with wonder. "I've never traveled in such comfort."
The train began to move, smoothly accelerating to its high speed. Tharun and Shruthi sat next to each other, a comfortable silence enveloping them. For the first time, Tharun found himself at a loss for words. They both stared out the window, watching the cityscape blur into the countryside.
As they both put their hands on the shared armrest in the center, their fingers brushed against each other. A jolt of electricity seemed to pass between them, creating a moment of tension. Tharun's breath caught slightly, and he felt a warmth spread through him. He glanced at Shruthi, who quickly looked away, her cheeks tinged with a faint blush. The subtle tension in the air was palpable, yet neither of them spoke about it.
Their eyes met again, and they burst out laughing, the shared moment breaking the tension. Tharun felt a sense of ease and relaxation around Shruthi that was refreshing.
As the train journeyed through the picturesque Japanese countryside, the attendant brought them a complimentary meal service. The seasonal bento box was filled with an array of locally-sourced tidbits, including bite-sized portions of fish, boiled vegetables, and other delicacies. They also received a white fabric bag containing an amenity kit with bottled water, salted chocolate, and a soft hand towel.
"This is wonderful," Shruthi said, savoring a piece of fish. "I've always loved the attention to detail in Japanese cuisine."
Tharun nodded in agreement. "It's one of the things I admire most about this country. Everything is done with such care and precision."
As they continued their journey, Tharun couldn't help but notice the small details about Shruthi that made her so captivating. Her modesty in handling the language barrier, her respectful demeanor, and the way her eyes lit up when she talked about her experiences all left a lasting impression on him.
The bullet train ride, filled with laughter, shared glances, and meaningful conversation, set the tone for what promised to be an unforgettable weekend. Tharun felt a growing connection with Shruthi, and he looked forward to exploring Kyoto with her by his side.
***
[ Checking into the Ritz-Carlton Kyoto ]
After a smooth and luxurious bullet train ride, Tharun and Shruthi arrived in Kyoto, ready to begin their weekend adventure. Sunita had chosen and booked their stay at the Ritz-Carlton Kyoto, known for its breathtaking views and impeccable service. The hotel's prime location along the Kamo-gawa River and the Higashiyama Mountains made it an ideal romantic getaway. Since Sunit and Jegan didn't make it they just wandered
As they approached the grand entrance of the Ritz-Carlton, Shruthi's eyes widened in awe. The hotel's elegant facade and meticulously maintained gardens were a sight to behold.
"Wow, this place is incredible," Shruthi whispered, taking in the beauty of their surroundings.
Tharun smiled, enjoying her reaction. "It really is something special. Let's get checked in."
The hotel staff greeted them warmly and quickly checked them in, offering refreshing welcome drinks. The bell boys took care of their luggage, ensuring it would be delivered to their respective suites.
Tharun, ever the gentleman, escorted Shruthi to her suite first. He wanted to make sure the room was safe and secure for her as a woman staying alone. Shruthi wore a beautiful sleeveless dress that accentuated her elegance and grace. The dress featured a soft pastel hue, complementing her complexion perfectly. With the neckline gently dipping to enhance her collarbones and the fitted bodice flowing into a lightweight skirt, the dress highlighted her long, slim arms and added to her overall allure. As they walked side by side, Tharun couldn't help but steal glances at her, appreciating her beauty and the way she carried herself with such poise.
Upon entering her suite, Tharun began a thorough check of the room to ensure her safety. Shruthi observed him with admiration, touched by his attentiveness and care.
Tharun first checked the door, making sure it locked securely from both the inside and outside. He tested the deadbolt and the security latch, ensuring they were functioning properly.
"Always use the deadbolt and latch when you're in the room," Tharun advised. "It adds an extra layer of security."
Next, he moved to the windows, ensuring they could be locked and were not easily accessible from the outside. He checked that the glass was sturdy and that the locks were secure.
"These windows are well-secured, but it's always good to double-check," he said, giving her a reassuring smile.
He checked that the room phone was working and reminded her of how to call him or the front desk since their mobile had bad service.
"The phone is working. If you need anything, don't hesitate to call my room" he advised.
Tharun walked around the suit restless checking everything in the room to ensure her safety.
Through these actions, Shruthi felt reassured by Tharun's attentiveness to her safety. Tharun's careful checks demonstrated a level of consideration she had not expected, providing her with comfort and security as they prepared to enjoy their stay in Kyoto.
"This is very thoughtful of you, Tharun," Shruthi said, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you for making sure everything is safe."
Tharun smiled warmly. "It's my pleasure, Shruthi. I just want to make sure you're comfortable and secure."
"I'm going to my suit, next door and get ready for dinner. May be we can take a quick stroll before going into the restaurant."
[ Perfect Dinner Date in Kyoto ]
After ensuring Shruthi's suite was safe and secure, Tharun returned to his own room to freshen up before dinner. The anticipation of the evening ahead filled him with a sense of excitement and curiosity. He couldn't help but wonder what Shruthi would wear, knowing she always carried herself with such elegance and grace.
As the evening approached, Tharun made his way to the hotel's exquisite restaurant. The ambiance was perfect, with soft lighting, elegant decor, and a serene view of the Kamo-gawa River. He arrived a few minutes early, eager to see Shruthi again.
When Shruthi entered the restaurant, Tharun was utterly stunned. She wore a beautiful cotton saree with a sleeveless blouse, and it was the first time he had seen her in traditional attire. The saree was a soft, pastel shade with delicate floral patterns that danced along the fabric, enhancing her elegance. The material, light and breathable, dbangd beautifully around her figure, accentuating her curves while maintaining an air of grace.
The sleeveless blouse enhanced Shruthi's elegance in several ways. It showcased her toned arms and slender shoulders, adding grace to her appearance. The lack of sleeves allowed for optimal movement and comfort, while the design highlighted her collarbones and neckline, emphasizing her femininity. The fabric's soft texture complemented the flow of the saree, creating a cohesive and sophisticated look. Overall, the sleeveless blouse not only enhanced her physical beauty but also reflected her confidence and poise.
Her long, dark hair was left loose, cascading over her shoulders in soft waves. She wore minimalistic jewelry—a pair of delicate gold earrings and a simple bracelet—that complemented her outfit perfectly.
As she walked towards him, Tharun couldn't help but admire every little detail about her appearance. The saree's pallu flowed gracefully behind her, and the soft fabric swayed with each step she took. Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and her smile was warm and inviting.
"Shruthi, you look absolutely stunning," Tharun said, his voice filled with genuine admiration.
Shruthi blushed slightly, her eyes twinkling. "Thank you, Tharun. You look quite dashing yourself."
Tharun, dressed in a tailored suit, offered his arm to Shruthi. "Shall we?"
As they walked outside to enjoy the view before dinner, the gentle mountain wind caught the edge of Shruthi's saree, causing it to flutter delicately. Tharun's breath caught as he caught a glimpse of her midriff. She had tucked her saree low on her hips, and a delicate gold chain adorned her waist that ran right below cute belly button, glinting in the light. The sight was enchanting, but Tharun quickly looked away to avoid embarrassing her.
For some reason, Tharun couldn't picture Shruthi in a sexual context. His admiration for her was rooted in something deeper—a combination of respect for her intelligence, appreciation for her gracefulness, and an undeniable charm that captivated him. He realized that his feelings for her were a culmination of many things, and he valued her presence in a way that transcended mere physical attraction.
Once they were seated, Tharun turned to Shruthi with a polite smile. "Shruthi, may I have the privilege of ordering for us tonight?"
Shruthi's eyes lit up with curiosity and trust. "Of course, Tharun. I'd love that."
Tharun signaled the waiter and began to place their order. "We'll start with the oysters and caviar service, accompanied by a bottle of Ruinart Rosé, please."
The waiter nodded and soon returned with a tray of oysters, caviar, and the bottle of Ruinart Rosé. Tharun expertly inspected the wine label, confirming it was the correct choice. The waiter then uncorked the bottle and poured the Rose in two tulip glasses.
As the oysters were served, Shruthi looked a bit unsure about how to proceed. Tharun noticed her hesitation and leaned in with a reassuring smile.
"Would you like me to show you how to eat oysters?" he asked gently.
Shruthi nodded, grateful for his guidance. "Yes, please. I've never had oysters before."
Tharun picked up the smallest fork provided and gently loosened the oyster from the shell. "First, use this fork to loosen the oyster. Then, raise the edge of the shell to your lips and gently tip it back until the entire oyster slides into your mouth. Don't forget to chew to fully enjoy the flavors."
He demonstrated by eating one of the oysters himself, placing the empty shell upside down on the plate to indicate it was finished. Shruthi watched carefully and then followed his example, placing her empty shell upside down as well. As soon as she did, their eyes met, and they burst into laughter without exchanging a single word. It was as if they were telepathic, understanding each other perfectly.
Next, Tharun helped Shruthi with the caviar. He placed some caviar on a chip and handed it to her. "Here, let me help you with this as well."
Shruthi took the chip, her eyes filled with gratitude. "Thank you, Tharun. You're making this such a wonderful experience."
Tharun went through the wine list and asked the waiter for a bottle of Romani Conti Burgundy Wine. When the waiter came back with the wine, he held it in front of Tharun to confirm the label. The waiter opened the cork in a delightful showmanship and poured a small amount of wine in the burgundy wine glass next to Tharun.
Tharun held the glass by the stem, giving it a gentle swirl to aerate the wine and release its aromas. He brought the glass to his nose and took a deep sniff, concentrating on the wine's fragrance. After a few moments, he took a small sip, rolling it around his mouth to fully appreciate its flavors. Satisfied, he nodded to the waiter.
"Please, pour," Tharun said, his voice calm and assured.
Shruthi watched the entire process with admiration. She was impressed by Tharun's fine dining etiquette and the way he handled the wine presentation ritual with such poise and confidence.
After enjoying the oysters and caviar, Tharun signaled the waiter to bring the main courses. "We'll have the sushi platter and the Beef Wellington to share, please."
When the dishes arrived, Tharun carefully cut the Beef Wellington and served a portion to Shruthi. "I hope you enjoy this. It's one of my favorites."
Shruthi smiled warmly. "Thank you, Tharun. Everything has been perfect so far."
As they savored their meal, the conversation flowed naturally.
"Shruthi, I have to ask," Tharun began, "how come you decided to wear a saree in a different country?"
Shruthi smiled, her eyes lighting up. "Well, Tharun, as you might be aware, Tamil culture and Tamil movies are quite popular in Japan. Rajinikanth and other Tamil movie stars have a huge fan following here."
Tharun nodded. "Yes, I've heard about that. It's fascinating how cultural influences can travel across borders."
Shruthi continued, "I packed a saree just in case, but I never thought I'd get a chance to wear it. When I saw this beautiful setting, I thought it was the perfect opportunity to embrace my culture and wear something traditional."
Tharun's admiration for her grew. "You made an excellent choice. The saree looks beautiful on you, and it adds to the elegance you already possess."
"Thank you, Tharun," Shruthi said, blushing slightly. "I wanted to wear something that represented my heritage. The sleeveless blouse adds a modern touch while still keeping the traditional essence. And the jewelry, well, it's minimal, but I think it complements the outfit perfectly."
Tharun nodded in agreement. "It certainly does. You look stunning."
Shruthi's eyes sparkled with excitement as she continued, "Tamil movies have a significant impact on Japanese pop culture. Rajinikanth, for example, is a household name here. His movies are dubbed in Japanese, and he has a massive fan base. It's amazing to see how our culture has influenced people in a different part of the world."
Tharun listened intently, fascinated by her knowledge and passion. "That's incredible. It's wonderful to see how cultures can connect and influence each other in such positive ways."
***
He pulled his cock out of her mouth after she gaged.
"Are you ok"? He asked.
She replied with tears streaming down her face "yes, please keep fucking my mouth". He pushed his cock inside her mouth again and after some time he pulled his cock out started to slap her face left and right with his thick cock.
She started crying as she looked at him and said "I love this cock more than I love you. I want him inside my vagina now." His cock grew even bigger at the sight of her giving up her body to him. He licked his lips and pushed her onto the bed. Her legs were spread wide open for him; he bent over her body, and without warning, pushed his thick cock deep inside her cunt. She gasped in shock and pain as he ripped into her body; his thrusts were hard and fast, hitting her G spot every time. He kept fucking her in this position for some time while he licked her tits and nibbled on them.
Her pussy was so wet from his cum and her own juices that it didn't take long before she was close to cumming again. She screamed out as she came all over his cock, squeezing him tight with her legs wrapped around him. He growled as he felt her orgasm around him. He reached down between her legs and found her clit. He rubbed it as he fucked her pussy hard, sending waves of pleasure through her body.
He felt his balls tightening and knew he was about to cum soon. He pulled out of her pussy and pushed his cock between her tits. He squeezed them together as he started fucking her tits; it didn't take long for him to cum all over her face and chest. He groaned as he came all over her face and tits, covering her completely. She gasped as she felt him release his thick load all over her body. After a few moments, he collapsed next to her on the bed, trying to catch his breath.
After cumming all over her breasts, he noticed the bite Tharun had left disappeared. "What happened to the bite mark?" Jegan asked. "I put some makeup to cover it so we can forget that and enjoy our time" Sunita replied.
Jegan smiled and hugged Sunita, as Sunita started to clean his oozing cock with her mouth.
They both continued their sex until late at night, drinking each other's love juices until they both fell asleep on the bed exhausted.
***
[ Meanwhile back in the restaurant in Kyoto ]
After enjoying a delicious dinner together, Tharun waved his hand and signed in the air signaling for the check. Shruti chuckled. Tharun looked at her amused and asked "What?"
She smiled and said, "I see you're a good at air signature signaling the waiter! That's so like Gen Z" she laughed
Tharun admired her playful leg pulling, but within no time he composed himself "But you're millennial!" he joked back with a bright smile.
The waiter approached their table with the check. Tharun quickly took out his wallet from his suit pocket and placed his card in the slot without looking at the total.
Shruti didn't even feel like offering to split as she wanted to give Tharun that masculine role of treating her. She'd fight tooth and nail to split the bill if it was anyone else. This is the first time in her life she felt like she can be taken care of a man.
As they got up from their seat at the table, Shruthi swayed a bit due to the effect of the wine. Tharun immediately put his arms around her waist to support her weight and keep her steady. For time his fingers slightly caressed a small part of her bare waist and he quickly moved his fingers over her fabric.
He guided her slowly out of the restaurant as she clung to him for support. She can smell his intoxicating masculine fragrance of his Le Lebo Santal cologne. "Are you going to be ok to walk?" Tharun asked, concerned about Shruthi's and hoping she didn't have too much to drink.
"I think so," Shruthi answered softly, still leaning into him for support.
Tharun guided her through the hotel lobby and turned to the elevator. She stopped and turned towards the river, "can we take a walk?".
He was trying to let go off her in a hurry, as he felt uncomfortable holding her, "are you sure you are to walk?" he tried to let go off her and see if she's ok.
"Sorry, now I am totally OK. It's the wine, but it's not too much." Tharun was relieved she wasn't too tipsy.
She crossed arms folded holding her saree and started walking alongside Tharun along the river side. They started strolling down the river and admired the view of the Higashiyama Mountains reflected on the water. The full moon illuminated the sky, casting a soft glow over everything around them. The lights from the city twinkled in the distance, creating an ethereal atmosphere.
"Tharun, this is such a beautiful place," Shruthi said, looking around in awe at their surroundings. "It's like a fairy tale."
Tharun nodded in agreement. "It is very beautiful here." He was feeling the same way she was;
"Tharun, I never thanked you for this opportunity, I love working here and the first week has been so rewarding"
"Oh.. it's nothing. I don't think we could have closed the deal without you here speaking Japanese."
"You know you could have managed" she smiled gently back at him.
There was a brief pause as they continued walking along the river in silence. Shruthi was mesmerized by the beauty of her surroundings.
Suddenly, she turned to Tharun and asked, "Can you teach me how to whistle?"
He looked surprised and then nodded with a smile, "Sure."
Tharun curled his first finger and placed his thumb in front of his lips. Shruthi watched closely, imitating what he did. After a few tries, she was able to produce a small whistle. She laughed at herself with the cute sound she made.
"That's great," Tharun said, pleased with Shruthi's efforts. "Keep practicing; you'll get better."
He winked at her as he placed his finger on his lips, emphasizing the technique Shruthi should use to make a louder sound. She practiced for a while with him helping her and slowly she got the hang of it.
Shruthi used all of her energy and made the loudest sound she could muster, which wasn't very loud.
"I don't think I can whistle," Shruthi said, frowning with frustration. "I'm not good at this."
Tharun placed a comforting hand on her shoulder. "You'll get better with practice. It took me a while to learn, too."
Shruthi smiled at him appreciatively, feeling reassured by his encouragement. She loved how supportive he was of her.
As they continued their stroll down the river, Tharun whistled to show her how it's done again.
"Show off!" She nudged him with her elbow, Tharun pretended like he's going to fall and Shruti shocked and tried to hold him but she fell on him pushing him down on the river bed falling on top him. Tharun was under her and Shruti fell on top of him, their faces close to each other and she looked into his eyes with those big black deep eyes of hers, that mesmerized Tharun.
Shruthi's mind was running a million thoughts trying to make sense out of what she feels, apart from his looks and his masculine presence.
Even though he was her boss, she could see he took care of her. He made her feel safe and respected. He always had time to listen to her concerns and offer advice when she needed it.
Tharun just stayed put and he was surprised he had zero intentions to kiss her, rather he felt the need to protect her. In an unlikely move by Tharun he slowly stood up while bringing her back up.
Tharun felt there is chemistry but he didn't want to cross the line with Shruti. Tharun generally never crosses the line unless the girl makes absolute moves on him, but this felt different, even after sensing that's moment for the perfect first kiss, he wasn't sure.
"You should know something about me.," words came out without his control...
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