09-02-2025, 12:27 PM
(This post was last modified: 09-02-2025, 12:32 PM by Mohit.Kumar. Edited 2 times in total. Edited 2 times in total.)
Rupa watched from the bed, her eyes dark with unspoken desires, her breath shallow. The room was suffocating hot, the air thick with the scent of their shared lust. Her choli was still askew, and she made no move to adjust it, the sight of her bare midriff and the promise of her body beneath a silent invitation that was as potent as the whisky on the table.
The room bearer's eyes lingered on her for a fraction of a second longer than was necessary, his cheeks reddening at the sight of her. He cleared his throat, his gaze dropping to the floor as he shuffled his feet nervously. Sharan felt a flicker of possessiveness, his hand itching to pull her closer, to claim her as his own. Instead, he nodded curtly, his eyes never leaving the young man's face. "Thank you," he said, his voice tight with restrained passion.
The room bearer, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the air, handed Rupa a paper covered package with a shy smile. "Madam," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "This is what you ordered"
Her eyes widened in surprise, and she took the package from his outstretched hand. The weight of it was familiar, the shape a tantalizing mystery that sent a jolt of excitement through her. She glanced at Sharan, who was busy straightening the bedcovers, his back to them, and then back to the room bearer. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice thick with a desire that was anything but innocent.
The young man's gaze held hers for a beat longer than was necessary before he looked away, a shy smile playing on his lips. He knew what was in the package, the secret they shared, and it was all Rupa could do not to laugh at the absurdity of it all. She had always been the good girl, the one who did as she was told, the one who never stepped out of line. Yet here she was, in a hotel room with her brother, receiving a delivery that was as illicit as the desires that coursed through her veins.
Her eyes never left the room bearer as she took the package, her hand brushing against his as she claimed her prize. The spark of electricity that passed between them was almost palpable, a silent promise of what was to come. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice seemed to resonate in the very air around them.
The room bearer's cheeks grew even redder, his eyes lingering on the swell of her breasts, the fabric of her choli straining against the soft flesh. He nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor as he took a step backward. "Is there anything else, madam?" he asked, his voice barely audible.
Rupa's smile grew wicked, the thrill of the moment a potent aphrodisiac. "No, that will be all," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "But if you're ever looking for a little... extra work, you know where to find me."
The room bearer's eyes lit up, the promise in her words as tantalizing as the candy that lay on her tongue. He nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "Yes, madam," he managed, his voice cracking slightly. "I'll... I'll remember that."
With a wink, Rupa leaned in, her arms wrapping around the young man's neck. She pulled him into a hug that was far more intimate than any he had ever received in the course of his duties. His body stiffened, unsure of how to react to the sudden turn of events. Then, she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek, her lips brushing against the stubble that lined his jaw. The scent of her perfume, sweet and exotic, filled his nostrils, making his head swim.
The room bearer's eyes lingered on her for a fraction of a second longer than was necessary, his cheeks reddening at the sight of her. He cleared his throat, his gaze dropping to the floor as he shuffled his feet nervously. Sharan felt a flicker of possessiveness, his hand itching to pull her closer, to claim her as his own. Instead, he nodded curtly, his eyes never leaving the young man's face. "Thank you," he said, his voice tight with restrained passion.
The room bearer, seemingly oblivious to the tension in the air, handed Rupa a paper covered package with a shy smile. "Madam," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "This is what you ordered"
Her eyes widened in surprise, and she took the package from his outstretched hand. The weight of it was familiar, the shape a tantalizing mystery that sent a jolt of excitement through her. She glanced at Sharan, who was busy straightening the bedcovers, his back to them, and then back to the room bearer. "Thank you," she murmured, her voice thick with a desire that was anything but innocent.
The young man's gaze held hers for a beat longer than was necessary before he looked away, a shy smile playing on his lips. He knew what was in the package, the secret they shared, and it was all Rupa could do not to laugh at the absurdity of it all. She had always been the good girl, the one who did as she was told, the one who never stepped out of line. Yet here she was, in a hotel room with her brother, receiving a delivery that was as illicit as the desires that coursed through her veins.
Her eyes never left the room bearer as she took the package, her hand brushing against his as she claimed her prize. The spark of electricity that passed between them was almost palpable, a silent promise of what was to come. "Thank you," she whispered, her voice seemed to resonate in the very air around them.
The room bearer's cheeks grew even redder, his eyes lingering on the swell of her breasts, the fabric of her choli straining against the soft flesh. He nodded, his gaze dropping to the floor as he took a step backward. "Is there anything else, madam?" he asked, his voice barely audible.
Rupa's smile grew wicked, the thrill of the moment a potent aphrodisiac. "No, that will be all," she said, her voice a seductive purr. "But if you're ever looking for a little... extra work, you know where to find me."
The room bearer's eyes lit up, the promise in her words as tantalizing as the candy that lay on her tongue. He nodded, his Adam's apple bobbing up and down. "Yes, madam," he managed, his voice cracking slightly. "I'll... I'll remember that."
With a wink, Rupa leaned in, her arms wrapping around the young man's neck. She pulled him into a hug that was far more intimate than any he had ever received in the course of his duties. His body stiffened, unsure of how to react to the sudden turn of events. Then, she pressed a soft, lingering kiss to his cheek, her lips brushing against the stubble that lined his jaw. The scent of her perfume, sweet and exotic, filled his nostrils, making his head swim.
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