09-04-2025, 08:33 AM
Morning light pierced the room’s white curtains, filling it with a soft golden glow. Sunrays spilled onto the bed, making the cotton bedspread shimmer faintly. Vanitha opened her eyes slowly—she lay on her back, a sweet exhaustion coursing through her, the traces of last night’s closeness with Angith etched into her skin and mind. Her breath was slow and deep, her chest rising and falling gently. She turned her head slightly; Angith lay on his side beside her, his right hand tracing her stomach’s soft skin, sliding up to press her breasts tenderly, then drifting down to circle her navel. His fingers brushed her like a feather, sparking a faint shiver that spread through her body like a warm wave.
A serene smile played on Angith’s face—his dark hair tousled, curling over his forehead, his arched brows framing his closed eyes with quiet beauty. His breathing was steady and deep, his chest lifting and falling, tiny sweat beads glinting on his skin. Vanitha watched him for a moment—his calm presence gave her a sense of safety, yet a flicker of confusion stirred within her. Being with him makes me happy, but is it right? her mind whispered. But as his hand grazed her breasts again, her body forgot those thoughts, surrendering to his touch.
Sensing her gaze, Angith opened his eyes and met hers. His brown eyes softened, a gentle smile spreading across his lips—wordless affection and desire in one. Vanitha smiled back, her expression mingling shyness with a tender appreciation. As his face neared to kiss her, she murmured with a playful blush, "One sec, Angith," her voice soft and sweet, nudging his hand away. She rose from the bed, her naked body moving without hesitation toward the bathroom—her hips swayed, the curves of her waist dancing enticingly in his view. Angith watched, a faint, captivated smile on his lips—her form beckoning him.
In the bathroom, Vanitha used the toilet first—the glossy white tiles, pristine glass counter, and faint floral scent refreshing the space. She washed her hands, grabbed her toothbrush, squeezed toothpaste, and began brushing slowly. The minty flavor filled her mouth, invigorating her. As she brushed, the door creaked open, and Angith stepped in—naked, toothbrush in hand, grabbing the toothpaste to join her. They caught each other’s eyes in the mirror, sharing a mischievous grin—a natural, playful closeness evident between them. He brushed, spitting with a small noise, and asked, "Sleep well?" She laughed, "Mm, you?" finishing and setting her brush aside.
They finished brushing and drew closer. Angith pulled her gently into his arms, her bare body pressing against his chest—her breasts grazing him as their skin met. His face neared hers, kissing her lips softly at first, then deeper. Vanitha kissed back, her hands wrapping around his back, tracing his skin—faint sweat dampening her fingers. Their kiss intensified, forging a heated bond—their bodies attuned, sinking into a gentle haze.
They left the bathroom and returned to the bed. The room held a mild chill, the AC’s faint hum surrounding them. Angith laid her on the mattress, leaning over her, kissing her neck and sliding downward. His lips found her breasts, teasing her nipples with soft licks, drawing a quiet moan from her. Vanitha gripped his head, whispering, "Angith…" His hands parted her thighs, his face moving to her pussy, his tongue stirring her gently—probing her softness, pulling her into a warm trance. She clutched his head tighter, lifting her hips, moaning, "Mm… Angith…" fully feeling his touch. Then she pulled him up, guiding his cock to her pussy, their bodies moving in sync—his hips melding with hers in a slow rhythm. They kissed deeply, holding each other close, building to a shared climax—their bodies shuddered, breaths racing, then calming. They exchanged a soft smile, a deep understanding blooming between them.
After a while, they rose and showered together—hot water relaxing their bodies, refreshing them. Vanitha slipped into a red churidar—it hugged her softly, adding a glow to her skin. She tied her hair in a small bun, spritzing a light perfume. Angith wore a blue shirt and black pants, his face showing faint fatigue mixed with eagerness. They grabbed their bags and left for a business meeting. Outside the hotel, they entered separate cars—Vanitha in a white sedan, Angith in a black SUV. Through their windows, they shared a secretive smile before driving off in different directions.
The business meeting unfolded in a grand conference room—polished wooden tables, large LED screens, and the company’s logos etched into the walls. A faint coffee aroma mingled with the scent of fresh paper, creating a professional atmosphere. Vanitha sat in a corner, typing notes on her laptop—her fingers danced slowly over the keys, but her mind drifted to Angith. Though the trainer’s voice buzzed in the background and her eyes fixed on the screen, her thoughts replayed his smile, his touch, his breath. What’s he doing right now? she wondered, a subtle heat spreading through her body.
Mid-session, her phone vibrated on the table—"Vinith" flashed on the screen. Her heart skipped, guilt and curiosity swirling within her. She picked it up, saying softly, "Hello, Vinith?" "Vanitha, sorry, I couldn’t call yesterday. I was in a no-signal area—just got coverage now," he replied, his voice warm and natural. A gentle breeze and faint bird chirps hummed in his background. "It’s fine, Vinith. How are you? How’s work?" she responded, and they chatted briefly about family, work, and the day. "The kids are happy at their aunt’s—don’t worry," he reassured her. But mid-conversation, Angith’s memory intruded—his hands roaming her body, his lips kissing her—guilt gnawed at her, yet the thrill of seeing him again pulsed through her.
Shortly after the session ended, her phone rang again—this time her kids, calling from their aunt’s number. "Amma!" their excited voices chimed together. "We’re having so much fun at Uncle’s! He got us a new toy—a remote-control car!" they giggled. Vanitha talked with them a bit, saying lovingly, "Okay, play well and study. Amma will be back soon," before hanging up. Their joyful voices comforted her—knowing her family was safe and happy eased her mind. Yet, in a corner of her thoughts, the anticipation of seeing Angith, tinged with shyness, stirred a quiet tension. She closed her laptop, grabbed her bag, and walked to her car—her heart thudding softly, a faint excitement coursing through her.
A serene smile played on Angith’s face—his dark hair tousled, curling over his forehead, his arched brows framing his closed eyes with quiet beauty. His breathing was steady and deep, his chest lifting and falling, tiny sweat beads glinting on his skin. Vanitha watched him for a moment—his calm presence gave her a sense of safety, yet a flicker of confusion stirred within her. Being with him makes me happy, but is it right? her mind whispered. But as his hand grazed her breasts again, her body forgot those thoughts, surrendering to his touch.
Sensing her gaze, Angith opened his eyes and met hers. His brown eyes softened, a gentle smile spreading across his lips—wordless affection and desire in one. Vanitha smiled back, her expression mingling shyness with a tender appreciation. As his face neared to kiss her, she murmured with a playful blush, "One sec, Angith," her voice soft and sweet, nudging his hand away. She rose from the bed, her naked body moving without hesitation toward the bathroom—her hips swayed, the curves of her waist dancing enticingly in his view. Angith watched, a faint, captivated smile on his lips—her form beckoning him.
In the bathroom, Vanitha used the toilet first—the glossy white tiles, pristine glass counter, and faint floral scent refreshing the space. She washed her hands, grabbed her toothbrush, squeezed toothpaste, and began brushing slowly. The minty flavor filled her mouth, invigorating her. As she brushed, the door creaked open, and Angith stepped in—naked, toothbrush in hand, grabbing the toothpaste to join her. They caught each other’s eyes in the mirror, sharing a mischievous grin—a natural, playful closeness evident between them. He brushed, spitting with a small noise, and asked, "Sleep well?" She laughed, "Mm, you?" finishing and setting her brush aside.
They finished brushing and drew closer. Angith pulled her gently into his arms, her bare body pressing against his chest—her breasts grazing him as their skin met. His face neared hers, kissing her lips softly at first, then deeper. Vanitha kissed back, her hands wrapping around his back, tracing his skin—faint sweat dampening her fingers. Their kiss intensified, forging a heated bond—their bodies attuned, sinking into a gentle haze.
They left the bathroom and returned to the bed. The room held a mild chill, the AC’s faint hum surrounding them. Angith laid her on the mattress, leaning over her, kissing her neck and sliding downward. His lips found her breasts, teasing her nipples with soft licks, drawing a quiet moan from her. Vanitha gripped his head, whispering, "Angith…" His hands parted her thighs, his face moving to her pussy, his tongue stirring her gently—probing her softness, pulling her into a warm trance. She clutched his head tighter, lifting her hips, moaning, "Mm… Angith…" fully feeling his touch. Then she pulled him up, guiding his cock to her pussy, their bodies moving in sync—his hips melding with hers in a slow rhythm. They kissed deeply, holding each other close, building to a shared climax—their bodies shuddered, breaths racing, then calming. They exchanged a soft smile, a deep understanding blooming between them.
After a while, they rose and showered together—hot water relaxing their bodies, refreshing them. Vanitha slipped into a red churidar—it hugged her softly, adding a glow to her skin. She tied her hair in a small bun, spritzing a light perfume. Angith wore a blue shirt and black pants, his face showing faint fatigue mixed with eagerness. They grabbed their bags and left for a business meeting. Outside the hotel, they entered separate cars—Vanitha in a white sedan, Angith in a black SUV. Through their windows, they shared a secretive smile before driving off in different directions.
The business meeting unfolded in a grand conference room—polished wooden tables, large LED screens, and the company’s logos etched into the walls. A faint coffee aroma mingled with the scent of fresh paper, creating a professional atmosphere. Vanitha sat in a corner, typing notes on her laptop—her fingers danced slowly over the keys, but her mind drifted to Angith. Though the trainer’s voice buzzed in the background and her eyes fixed on the screen, her thoughts replayed his smile, his touch, his breath. What’s he doing right now? she wondered, a subtle heat spreading through her body.
Mid-session, her phone vibrated on the table—"Vinith" flashed on the screen. Her heart skipped, guilt and curiosity swirling within her. She picked it up, saying softly, "Hello, Vinith?" "Vanitha, sorry, I couldn’t call yesterday. I was in a no-signal area—just got coverage now," he replied, his voice warm and natural. A gentle breeze and faint bird chirps hummed in his background. "It’s fine, Vinith. How are you? How’s work?" she responded, and they chatted briefly about family, work, and the day. "The kids are happy at their aunt’s—don’t worry," he reassured her. But mid-conversation, Angith’s memory intruded—his hands roaming her body, his lips kissing her—guilt gnawed at her, yet the thrill of seeing him again pulsed through her.
Shortly after the session ended, her phone rang again—this time her kids, calling from their aunt’s number. "Amma!" their excited voices chimed together. "We’re having so much fun at Uncle’s! He got us a new toy—a remote-control car!" they giggled. Vanitha talked with them a bit, saying lovingly, "Okay, play well and study. Amma will be back soon," before hanging up. Their joyful voices comforted her—knowing her family was safe and happy eased her mind. Yet, in a corner of her thoughts, the anticipation of seeing Angith, tinged with shyness, stirred a quiet tension. She closed her laptop, grabbed her bag, and walked to her car—her heart thudding softly, a faint excitement coursing through her.
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