19-12-2024, 10:59 AM
Part 2 of chapter 7
Purushotham and Aruna headed to a fancy restaurant first, a place adorned with warm golden lights, polished interiors, and a soft hum of classical music in the background. Purushotham, though slightly unsure at first, found himself relaxing as Aruna effortlessly took charge, ordering food and cracking lighthearted jokes to ease the mood. She was radiant under the soft lights—her smile infectious, her manner confident yet inviting.
Their conversation flowed easily over dinner. Purushotham couldn’t deny it—he was genuinely enjoying himself. Aruna shared funny stories, teasing him occasionally, while he opened up about his college days and friends, something he hadn’t done in a long while. For every sly comment she made, he found himself smiling despite his better judgment. The tension he had once felt around her was beginning to melt away.
As they left the restaurant, Purushotham glanced at his watch. “It’s getting late. Should I drop you back?”
Aruna shook her head with a playful smile. “The night is still young. There’s a second show at the theater nearby. Come on, let’s catch it.”
Purushotham hesitated for a moment but relented with a small grin. “Alright. Your treat for dragging me into this?”
Aruna rolled her eyes dramatically. “Of course. I’ll even buy you popcorn.”
The movie was a breezy family entertainer, filled with humor and light moments. Sitting next to Aruna, Purushotham found himself laughing freely, his shoulders relaxed. Aruna, ever expressive, would nudge him playfully during funny scenes and toss popcorn at him when he teased her back. The theater echoed with laughter and chatter as they enjoyed the lighthearted scenes, and Purushotham found himself genuinely comfortable in Aruna's company. She was engaging, witty, and far more charming than he had allowed himself to admit before. Every joke she cracked and every teasing glance she threw at him chipped away at his reservations.The shared laughter and ease between them felt natural, leaving Purushotham surprised at how much he was enjoying her company.
By the time the movie ended, it was late into the night, and the streets were nearly empty as they drove back to the quarters. The car was filled with a quiet stillness, their earlier laughter replaced by a subtle, lingering tension.
As they stepped out of the theater, Purushotham suggested with a hint of hope in his voice, "Or should we head back to my place?"
Her heart skipped a beat, but she maintained her cool demeanor, nodding in agreement. "Sure, let's go."
Once they stepped into Purushotham’s apartment, the electricity between them was palpable. Without a word, he reached out and cupped her face in his hands, drawing her closer. Aruna’s breath hitched in anticipation as she felt the warmth of his mouth on hers. His kiss was demanding yet gentle, a silent declaration of desire that she couldn’t resist. She responded eagerly, her soft lips melding against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, and she parted them with a low moan, allowing him access to the warm cavern of her mouth. Their kiss grew more intense, a dance of passion that had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks. The taste of him—his unique blend of mint and masculine flavor—was intoxicating, making her want more. His hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her hips and waist before finding the pallu of her sari. With a deft movement, he began to unravel the delicate fabric, exposing the tantalizing expanse of her bare back. As the sari fell away, revealing her lush, voluptuous figure, Purushotham’s eyes darkened with hunger. He knew that tonight, all the unspoken desires and yearnings would come to the forefront.
Purushotham’s kisses grew more fervent, leaving a trail of fire down Aruna’s neck and shoulders as he carefully unhooked the blouse of her sari. He took his time, savoring the moment as he bared her soft, creamy flesh to the cool air. Her breasts were round and full, the pinkish-brown areolae tightening into hardened peaks as he took one in his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive nipple. Aruna moaned, her body swaying slightly as she felt the wetness between her thighs. He kissed and nibbled along the curve of her breasts, his hands kneading the soft mounds before moving down to her waist, his fingertips brushing the elastic of her panties. With a gentle tug, he slid the fabric down, exposing her bare pussy—beautifully trimmed and glistening with arousal. His cock throbbed in his pants, desperate to claim her once again, but he held back, wanting to savor every moment. He kissed along her navel, her stomach quivering under his touch, before dropping to his knees and spreading her legs apart. Aruna’s eyes fluttered shut as he breathed in her sweet scent, the musky aroma of her desire driving him wild. He kissed the inside of her thighs, his beard tickling her sensitive skin, before finally pressing his lips to her swollen clit. She gasped, her hands clutching his hair as he licked and sucked, teasing her with the tip of his tongue. The tension built within her, her hips moving in time with his ministrations. He knew she was close, her breathing ragged and her legs trembling, but he didn’t rush. Instead, he took his time, exploring her folds with his mouth, eager to make her come apart in his arms.
The scent of her body was indeed different this time around—more deliberate and alluring, as if she had bathed in a pool of exotic oils and essences. Purushotham felt a jolt of excitement as he inhaled the fragrance, which seemed to have been crafted just for him. Her skin was velvety smooth, and as he kissed his way down her body, her sweet scent grew stronger, a seductive siren’s call that had him hardening in his pants. He knew Aruna had put thought into this evening, and it only served to amplify his desire for her. His mouth found her pussy again, her soft moans of pleasure urging him on. He could feel the wetness coating his face as he worked her with his tongue, exploring every inch of her with a newfound dedication. She tasted of honey and spice, a delicious cocktail of passion that had him groaning against her. Her legs trembled, and she wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer as she neared the edge of climax. Purushotham could feel her pussy clenching around his tongue, the walls tightening and releasing as she gasped for air. He knew she was close, and he wasn’t about to let her go without taking her there. With one final, deep plunge, he sucked hard on her clit, and she shuddered, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her orgasm was a symphony of sensation that he felt in every fiber of his being, a testament to the power of their connection. As she came down from the peak, her breathing ragged and her body limp, Purushotham looked up at her with a smug smile. The evening was still young, and he had every intention of making it one they’d both remember for a very long time.
Purushotham’s eyes rolled back in his head as Aruna took his cock in her hand, her grip firm yet gentle. She looked down at him with a seductive gaze, her full, glossy lips parting into a smile as she bent down. He watched in awe as she took the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deeper. She was no novice; her technique was flawless, each suck and stroke bringing him closer to the brink of ecstasy. His eyes never left hers as she bobbed up and down, her cheeks hollowing out with the effort, her saliva coating his shaft. He felt the tension in his balls tighten, his breath quickening as she worked him with the skill of a seasoned seductress. Her eyes never left his, filled with an intensity that told him she wanted this as badly as he did. It was a heady mix of power and vulnerability, and he could feel his control slipping away with every pass of her mouth. He groaned, his hips jerking slightly as she took him to the back of her throat, her nose pressing against his pubic hair. He could feel the walls of her throat contract around him, and it was all he could do not to come right then and there. Instead, he gritted his teeth, savoring the sensation as she pulled back, her mouth creating a delicious vacuum before taking him deep again. This was going to be a night of pure, unbridled passion—a night that neither of them would ever forget.
Purushotham watched Aruna's skilled ministrations with a mix of amazement and lust, his eyes glazed over as he felt his orgasm building. He knew she was no amateur, and the thought of her vast sexual experience only fueled his desire. Her mouth was a warm, wet heaven, and her hand on his shaft was a masterpiece of gentle strokes and squeezes that matched the rhythm of her sucking. Each time she took him deep, her throat muscles constricting around his cock, he understood she was savoring the moment as much as he was. He could feel himself losing control, his hips involuntarily bucking against her face as she worked him with a passion that seemed to have no end. It was a symphony of pleasure, and he knew this night would be etched into their memories, a testament to the unspoken desires that had been festering between them for so long. The room was filled with their mingled breaths and the wet sounds of her mouth on his skin, a symphony of passion that grew louder and more intense with each passing second. Aruna’s eyes gleamed with a mischievous delight as she watched him, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him deep again, her own need growing with every moan he couldn’t hold back. The air was thick with the scent of sex, and it was all he could do not to explode in her mouth right then and there. But he had plans for her, and he wasn’t about to let this end so soon. With a final, almost painful pull, he withdrew from her and stood, pulling her to her feet.
"Let’s take this to the bedroom," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Aruna’s smile was a promise of things to come. "I thought you’d never ask."
They stumbled down the hallway, their clothes falling away in a haze of need. The bed beckoned them, a soft, inviting cocoon of silk sheets and plush pillows that seemed to have been designed for their pleasure. As they fell onto it, the tension between them snapped like a tightly drawn bow, and they were lost in each other's arms, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time—a dance that spoke of passion and lust, love and desire, all rolled into one explosive encounter. They kissed again, their tongues mating with an urgency that belied their earlier tenderness. Purushotham’s hand found her breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple, making it peak and harden under his touch. Aruna’s hands roamed his back, her nails digging into his skin as she arched her body into his. His other hand traveled down her spine to cup her ass, squeezing the soft flesh and pulling her closer to him. He could feel her wetness, her pussy begging for his touch, and he knew that tonight would be a feast for both of them. He slid a finger along her slit, feeling the heat and wetness that greeted him, making him want to plunge deep inside her. But he held back, knowing that anticipation was a sweet torture that would only make their eventual union more exquisite. Instead, he teased her clit with gentle flicks, watching as her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure. This was going to be a night of no boundaries, a night where they would explore each other’s bodies without reservation, leaving nothing untouched, no desire unfulfilled. And as he slid his finger inside her, feeling her tightness clench around him, he knew that this was just the beginning of a journey that would take them to the very heights of ecstasy.
Aruna, her eyes still closed in pleasure, reached for the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. She handed it to Purushotham with a knowing smile, and without breaking their passionate kiss, she whispered, “Use this.”
Purushotham’s heart skipped a beat at her assertiveness, and he eagerly tore the packet open with his teeth. He rolled the condom onto his rock-hard cock with practiced ease, feeling the coolness of the latex against his hot skin. He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock pressing against her wetness. Aruna looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, and she spread her legs wider, inviting him in. He took a deep breath, trying to hold back his need to plunge into her, and instead, he pushed in slowly, feeling her tight pussy stretch around him. As he filled her completely, they both let out a guttural moan that seemed to echo through the room.
He began to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his hips rocking back and forth as he pushed deeper with each stroke. Aruna’s hands clawed at the sheets, her back arching as he hit all the right spots. She was tight, so tight, and the sensation was driving him wild. Her moans grew louder, and he knew she was close. He leaned down, kissing her neck and whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he sped up, his thrusts becoming more powerful. She met his rhythm, her hips rising to meet his, her breaths coming in short gasps.
The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, mingling with their desperate moans and the slick sound of their bodies moving as one. He watched as she threw her head back, her long hair cascading over the pillow, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. He reached down to pinch her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, and she cried out, her body tensing as she came. The walls of her pussy clamped down around his cock, and he could feel her pulsating with the force of her orgasm.
The sight was too much for Purushotham to handle, and with a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, his own orgasm ripping through him. He came with a roar, filling the condom as he pumped into her, his body shaking with the intensity of his release. They stayed like that for a moment, both lost in the aftermath of their passion, their hearts racing and their breaths mingling in the quiet of the night.
As Purushotham pulled out, the condom still stretched around his now-softening cock, he couldn't help but think about how different this encounter felt compared to the first time. There was an intensity to it that was almost overwhelming, a connection that seemed to have grown stronger despite the secrecy and tension that surrounded their situation. He looked down at Aruna, her chest heaving with the aftermath of her climax, and felt a strange mix of satisfaction and unease.
As they both caught their breath, Aruna reached up and gently traced her fingers along Purushotham’s sweat-dampened forehead. He looked down at her, a question in his eyes. She gave him a knowing smile, the corners of her mouth curving upwards. "How did you know to get a condom?"
Aruna leaned in, her voice a seductive whisper. "Oh, I know how guys like you are, Purush," she said playfully, her tone tinged with a hint of challenge. "Always ready for action without thinking about the consequences."
Purushotham chuckled, a flush rising to his cheeks. "And what makes you think that?"
Aruna chuckled and without answering his question she sat up, pushing her hair out of her eyes and said "Amma would be waiting for me. Drop me home?"
The shift in the conversation was sudden, and Purushotham could feel the reality of their situation crashing back down around them. He nodded, his voice gruff. "Of course."
They dressed quickly, the air thick with the tension of unspoken words. As they made their way out of the hotel room, Purushotham couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding. The lines between their friendship, their desires, and their obligations had become blurred, and he knew that the path ahead was fraught with complications. But for now, all he could do was hold her hand and drive her home, the warmth of her skin grounding him in the present moment.
In the car, the silence was palpable, filled with the echoes of their passionate whispers and the pounding of their hearts. Aruna leaned her head against the window, watching the city lights blur past them, lost in her thoughts. Purushotham’s eyes remained on the road, his mind racing with a tumult of emotions. What had they started tonight? And more importantly, where would it lead them?
As they pulled up to Sunandha’s quarters, the tension grew even more pronounced. Aruna turned to him, her eyes searching his. "Thank you for the movie, Purush. It was... an interesting evening."
He nodded, unable to find the right words. "You're welcome."
“Goodnight, Purushotham,” she said softly before stepping out of the car.
Purushotham sat there for a long moment, staring at the empty passenger seat, his mind spinning. Whatever had just happened had shaken him. And somewhere deep down, he knew—this was only the beginning.
Aruna rang the doorbell, the faint chime echoing through the quiet quarters. A moment later, Sunandha opened the door, dressed in her nightwear and looking relaxed but slightly drowsy. She smiled warmly at Aruna.
“You’re back late,” Sunandha said gently, stepping aside to let Aruna in. “How was the evening?”
Aruna, her expression calm and sweet, untied the delicate pallu of her sari dbangd over her shoulder as she walked in. “It was lovely, amma. We had dinner and watched a movie. Purushotham really enjoyed himself too,” she added lightly, as though recounting an innocent evening.
Sunandha smiled approvingly. “Good, good. I’m glad you both had fun. It’s nice to see you getting out and enjoying yourself, Aruna. You deserve it after everything.”
Aruna tilted her head slightly, giving a soft, modest smile. “Thank you, amma. You’re always so kind.”
Sunandha nodded affectionately, stifling a yawn. “Alright, get some rest. You must be tired after such a long evening.”
“Goodnight, amma,” Aruna said softly, her tone sweet as honey.
As Sunandha turned to head into her bedroom, Aruna followed her gaze for a moment, her expression unreadable. Once Sunandha disappeared behind her door, Aruna walked toward her own room.
Just as she reached the threshold, her composed demeanor shifted. A slow, sinister smile curled on her lips—dark, deliberate, and filled with satisfaction. Her eyes gleamed faintly under the dim hallway light as she slipped into her room, shutting the door softly behind her.
For Aruna, the night had gone exactly as she had planned.
End of chapter 7
Purushotham and Aruna headed to a fancy restaurant first, a place adorned with warm golden lights, polished interiors, and a soft hum of classical music in the background. Purushotham, though slightly unsure at first, found himself relaxing as Aruna effortlessly took charge, ordering food and cracking lighthearted jokes to ease the mood. She was radiant under the soft lights—her smile infectious, her manner confident yet inviting.
Their conversation flowed easily over dinner. Purushotham couldn’t deny it—he was genuinely enjoying himself. Aruna shared funny stories, teasing him occasionally, while he opened up about his college days and friends, something he hadn’t done in a long while. For every sly comment she made, he found himself smiling despite his better judgment. The tension he had once felt around her was beginning to melt away.
As they left the restaurant, Purushotham glanced at his watch. “It’s getting late. Should I drop you back?”
Aruna shook her head with a playful smile. “The night is still young. There’s a second show at the theater nearby. Come on, let’s catch it.”
Purushotham hesitated for a moment but relented with a small grin. “Alright. Your treat for dragging me into this?”
Aruna rolled her eyes dramatically. “Of course. I’ll even buy you popcorn.”
The movie was a breezy family entertainer, filled with humor and light moments. Sitting next to Aruna, Purushotham found himself laughing freely, his shoulders relaxed. Aruna, ever expressive, would nudge him playfully during funny scenes and toss popcorn at him when he teased her back. The theater echoed with laughter and chatter as they enjoyed the lighthearted scenes, and Purushotham found himself genuinely comfortable in Aruna's company. She was engaging, witty, and far more charming than he had allowed himself to admit before. Every joke she cracked and every teasing glance she threw at him chipped away at his reservations.The shared laughter and ease between them felt natural, leaving Purushotham surprised at how much he was enjoying her company.
By the time the movie ended, it was late into the night, and the streets were nearly empty as they drove back to the quarters. The car was filled with a quiet stillness, their earlier laughter replaced by a subtle, lingering tension.
As they stepped out of the theater, Purushotham suggested with a hint of hope in his voice, "Or should we head back to my place?"
Her heart skipped a beat, but she maintained her cool demeanor, nodding in agreement. "Sure, let's go."
Once they stepped into Purushotham’s apartment, the electricity between them was palpable. Without a word, he reached out and cupped her face in his hands, drawing her closer. Aruna’s breath hitched in anticipation as she felt the warmth of his mouth on hers. His kiss was demanding yet gentle, a silent declaration of desire that she couldn’t resist. She responded eagerly, her soft lips melding against his as she wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him closer. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, and she parted them with a low moan, allowing him access to the warm cavern of her mouth. Their kiss grew more intense, a dance of passion that had been simmering beneath the surface for weeks. The taste of him—his unique blend of mint and masculine flavor—was intoxicating, making her want more. His hands roamed over her body, tracing the curves of her hips and waist before finding the pallu of her sari. With a deft movement, he began to unravel the delicate fabric, exposing the tantalizing expanse of her bare back. As the sari fell away, revealing her lush, voluptuous figure, Purushotham’s eyes darkened with hunger. He knew that tonight, all the unspoken desires and yearnings would come to the forefront.
Purushotham’s kisses grew more fervent, leaving a trail of fire down Aruna’s neck and shoulders as he carefully unhooked the blouse of her sari. He took his time, savoring the moment as he bared her soft, creamy flesh to the cool air. Her breasts were round and full, the pinkish-brown areolae tightening into hardened peaks as he took one in his mouth, his tongue flicking over the sensitive nipple. Aruna moaned, her body swaying slightly as she felt the wetness between her thighs. He kissed and nibbled along the curve of her breasts, his hands kneading the soft mounds before moving down to her waist, his fingertips brushing the elastic of her panties. With a gentle tug, he slid the fabric down, exposing her bare pussy—beautifully trimmed and glistening with arousal. His cock throbbed in his pants, desperate to claim her once again, but he held back, wanting to savor every moment. He kissed along her navel, her stomach quivering under his touch, before dropping to his knees and spreading her legs apart. Aruna’s eyes fluttered shut as he breathed in her sweet scent, the musky aroma of her desire driving him wild. He kissed the inside of her thighs, his beard tickling her sensitive skin, before finally pressing his lips to her swollen clit. She gasped, her hands clutching his hair as he licked and sucked, teasing her with the tip of his tongue. The tension built within her, her hips moving in time with his ministrations. He knew she was close, her breathing ragged and her legs trembling, but he didn’t rush. Instead, he took his time, exploring her folds with his mouth, eager to make her come apart in his arms.
The scent of her body was indeed different this time around—more deliberate and alluring, as if she had bathed in a pool of exotic oils and essences. Purushotham felt a jolt of excitement as he inhaled the fragrance, which seemed to have been crafted just for him. Her skin was velvety smooth, and as he kissed his way down her body, her sweet scent grew stronger, a seductive siren’s call that had him hardening in his pants. He knew Aruna had put thought into this evening, and it only served to amplify his desire for her. His mouth found her pussy again, her soft moans of pleasure urging him on. He could feel the wetness coating his face as he worked her with his tongue, exploring every inch of her with a newfound dedication. She tasted of honey and spice, a delicious cocktail of passion that had him groaning against her. Her legs trembled, and she wrapped them around his neck, pulling him closer as she neared the edge of climax. Purushotham could feel her pussy clenching around his tongue, the walls tightening and releasing as she gasped for air. He knew she was close, and he wasn’t about to let her go without taking her there. With one final, deep plunge, he sucked hard on her clit, and she shuddered, her body convulsing as waves of pleasure crashed over her. Her orgasm was a symphony of sensation that he felt in every fiber of his being, a testament to the power of their connection. As she came down from the peak, her breathing ragged and her body limp, Purushotham looked up at her with a smug smile. The evening was still young, and he had every intention of making it one they’d both remember for a very long time.
Purushotham’s eyes rolled back in his head as Aruna took his cock in her hand, her grip firm yet gentle. She looked down at him with a seductive gaze, her full, glossy lips parting into a smile as she bent down. He watched in awe as she took the head of his cock into her mouth, her tongue swirling around the tip before taking him deeper. She was no novice; her technique was flawless, each suck and stroke bringing him closer to the brink of ecstasy. His eyes never left hers as she bobbed up and down, her cheeks hollowing out with the effort, her saliva coating his shaft. He felt the tension in his balls tighten, his breath quickening as she worked him with the skill of a seasoned seductress. Her eyes never left his, filled with an intensity that told him she wanted this as badly as he did. It was a heady mix of power and vulnerability, and he could feel his control slipping away with every pass of her mouth. He groaned, his hips jerking slightly as she took him to the back of her throat, her nose pressing against his pubic hair. He could feel the walls of her throat contract around him, and it was all he could do not to come right then and there. Instead, he gritted his teeth, savoring the sensation as she pulled back, her mouth creating a delicious vacuum before taking him deep again. This was going to be a night of pure, unbridled passion—a night that neither of them would ever forget.
Purushotham watched Aruna's skilled ministrations with a mix of amazement and lust, his eyes glazed over as he felt his orgasm building. He knew she was no amateur, and the thought of her vast sexual experience only fueled his desire. Her mouth was a warm, wet heaven, and her hand on his shaft was a masterpiece of gentle strokes and squeezes that matched the rhythm of her sucking. Each time she took him deep, her throat muscles constricting around his cock, he understood she was savoring the moment as much as he was. He could feel himself losing control, his hips involuntarily bucking against her face as she worked him with a passion that seemed to have no end. It was a symphony of pleasure, and he knew this night would be etched into their memories, a testament to the unspoken desires that had been festering between them for so long. The room was filled with their mingled breaths and the wet sounds of her mouth on his skin, a symphony of passion that grew louder and more intense with each passing second. Aruna’s eyes gleamed with a mischievous delight as she watched him, her cheeks hollowing out as she took him deep again, her own need growing with every moan he couldn’t hold back. The air was thick with the scent of sex, and it was all he could do not to explode in her mouth right then and there. But he had plans for her, and he wasn’t about to let this end so soon. With a final, almost painful pull, he withdrew from her and stood, pulling her to her feet.
"Let’s take this to the bedroom," he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
Aruna’s smile was a promise of things to come. "I thought you’d never ask."
They stumbled down the hallway, their clothes falling away in a haze of need. The bed beckoned them, a soft, inviting cocoon of silk sheets and plush pillows that seemed to have been designed for their pleasure. As they fell onto it, the tension between them snapped like a tightly drawn bow, and they were lost in each other's arms, their bodies moving in a dance as old as time—a dance that spoke of passion and lust, love and desire, all rolled into one explosive encounter. They kissed again, their tongues mating with an urgency that belied their earlier tenderness. Purushotham’s hand found her breast, his thumb flicking over her nipple, making it peak and harden under his touch. Aruna’s hands roamed his back, her nails digging into his skin as she arched her body into his. His other hand traveled down her spine to cup her ass, squeezing the soft flesh and pulling her closer to him. He could feel her wetness, her pussy begging for his touch, and he knew that tonight would be a feast for both of them. He slid a finger along her slit, feeling the heat and wetness that greeted him, making him want to plunge deep inside her. But he held back, knowing that anticipation was a sweet torture that would only make their eventual union more exquisite. Instead, he teased her clit with gentle flicks, watching as her eyes rolled back in her head and her mouth opened in a silent scream of pleasure. This was going to be a night of no boundaries, a night where they would explore each other’s bodies without reservation, leaving nothing untouched, no desire unfulfilled. And as he slid his finger inside her, feeling her tightness clench around him, he knew that this was just the beginning of a journey that would take them to the very heights of ecstasy.
Aruna, her eyes still closed in pleasure, reached for the nightstand drawer and pulled out a condom. She handed it to Purushotham with a knowing smile, and without breaking their passionate kiss, she whispered, “Use this.”
Purushotham’s heart skipped a beat at her assertiveness, and he eagerly tore the packet open with his teeth. He rolled the condom onto his rock-hard cock with practiced ease, feeling the coolness of the latex against his hot skin. He positioned himself between her legs, the tip of his cock pressing against her wetness. Aruna looked up at him, her eyes dark with desire, and she spread her legs wider, inviting him in. He took a deep breath, trying to hold back his need to plunge into her, and instead, he pushed in slowly, feeling her tight pussy stretch around him. As he filled her completely, they both let out a guttural moan that seemed to echo through the room.
He began to move with a slow, deliberate rhythm, his hips rocking back and forth as he pushed deeper with each stroke. Aruna’s hands clawed at the sheets, her back arching as he hit all the right spots. She was tight, so tight, and the sensation was driving him wild. Her moans grew louder, and he knew she was close. He leaned down, kissing her neck and whispering sweet nothings into her ear as he sped up, his thrusts becoming more powerful. She met his rhythm, her hips rising to meet his, her breaths coming in short gasps.
The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room, mingling with their desperate moans and the slick sound of their bodies moving as one. He watched as she threw her head back, her long hair cascading over the pillow, her breasts bouncing with each thrust. He reached down to pinch her nipples, rolling them between his thumb and forefinger, and she cried out, her body tensing as she came. The walls of her pussy clamped down around his cock, and he could feel her pulsating with the force of her orgasm.
The sight was too much for Purushotham to handle, and with a final, powerful thrust, he buried himself inside her, his own orgasm ripping through him. He came with a roar, filling the condom as he pumped into her, his body shaking with the intensity of his release. They stayed like that for a moment, both lost in the aftermath of their passion, their hearts racing and their breaths mingling in the quiet of the night.
As Purushotham pulled out, the condom still stretched around his now-softening cock, he couldn't help but think about how different this encounter felt compared to the first time. There was an intensity to it that was almost overwhelming, a connection that seemed to have grown stronger despite the secrecy and tension that surrounded their situation. He looked down at Aruna, her chest heaving with the aftermath of her climax, and felt a strange mix of satisfaction and unease.
As they both caught their breath, Aruna reached up and gently traced her fingers along Purushotham’s sweat-dampened forehead. He looked down at her, a question in his eyes. She gave him a knowing smile, the corners of her mouth curving upwards. "How did you know to get a condom?"
Aruna leaned in, her voice a seductive whisper. "Oh, I know how guys like you are, Purush," she said playfully, her tone tinged with a hint of challenge. "Always ready for action without thinking about the consequences."
Purushotham chuckled, a flush rising to his cheeks. "And what makes you think that?"
Aruna chuckled and without answering his question she sat up, pushing her hair out of her eyes and said "Amma would be waiting for me. Drop me home?"
The shift in the conversation was sudden, and Purushotham could feel the reality of their situation crashing back down around them. He nodded, his voice gruff. "Of course."
They dressed quickly, the air thick with the tension of unspoken words. As they made their way out of the hotel room, Purushotham couldn’t help but feel a sense of foreboding. The lines between their friendship, their desires, and their obligations had become blurred, and he knew that the path ahead was fraught with complications. But for now, all he could do was hold her hand and drive her home, the warmth of her skin grounding him in the present moment.
In the car, the silence was palpable, filled with the echoes of their passionate whispers and the pounding of their hearts. Aruna leaned her head against the window, watching the city lights blur past them, lost in her thoughts. Purushotham’s eyes remained on the road, his mind racing with a tumult of emotions. What had they started tonight? And more importantly, where would it lead them?
As they pulled up to Sunandha’s quarters, the tension grew even more pronounced. Aruna turned to him, her eyes searching his. "Thank you for the movie, Purush. It was... an interesting evening."
He nodded, unable to find the right words. "You're welcome."
“Goodnight, Purushotham,” she said softly before stepping out of the car.
Purushotham sat there for a long moment, staring at the empty passenger seat, his mind spinning. Whatever had just happened had shaken him. And somewhere deep down, he knew—this was only the beginning.
Aruna rang the doorbell, the faint chime echoing through the quiet quarters. A moment later, Sunandha opened the door, dressed in her nightwear and looking relaxed but slightly drowsy. She smiled warmly at Aruna.
“You’re back late,” Sunandha said gently, stepping aside to let Aruna in. “How was the evening?”
Aruna, her expression calm and sweet, untied the delicate pallu of her sari dbangd over her shoulder as she walked in. “It was lovely, amma. We had dinner and watched a movie. Purushotham really enjoyed himself too,” she added lightly, as though recounting an innocent evening.
Sunandha smiled approvingly. “Good, good. I’m glad you both had fun. It’s nice to see you getting out and enjoying yourself, Aruna. You deserve it after everything.”
Aruna tilted her head slightly, giving a soft, modest smile. “Thank you, amma. You’re always so kind.”
Sunandha nodded affectionately, stifling a yawn. “Alright, get some rest. You must be tired after such a long evening.”
“Goodnight, amma,” Aruna said softly, her tone sweet as honey.
As Sunandha turned to head into her bedroom, Aruna followed her gaze for a moment, her expression unreadable. Once Sunandha disappeared behind her door, Aruna walked toward her own room.
Just as she reached the threshold, her composed demeanor shifted. A slow, sinister smile curled on her lips—dark, deliberate, and filled with satisfaction. Her eyes gleamed faintly under the dim hallway light as she slipped into her room, shutting the door softly behind her.
For Aruna, the night had gone exactly as she had planned.
End of chapter 7
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