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Chapter 5: Guna (Act 2)
The night air was thick with the hum of the city, a symphony of distant traffic and the occasional drunken laugh echoing through the narrow streets. Guna, his silver hair catching the faint glow of the streetlights, navigated his cab with practiced ease. At fifty, he had seen enough of life to know its rhythms, its highs and lows, and tonight, he sensed something different. His phone buzzed, breaking the monotony of the drive. It was Lina. Her voice, trembling and laced with tears, reached him through the speaker.
“Guna, please… I need to get away. He’s drunk again. He pushed me aside like I’m nothing on our wedding anniversary day"
Guna’s heart twitched. He had known Lina for a while, a quiet woman with a gentle smile and a kind heart. She lived in the flats above the market, a place he often passed on his nightly routes. He had seen her husband, Rahim, a laborer with a perpetual slump to his shoulders, stumbling home late, bottles clinking in his pockets. Guna had always wondered how Lina managed to keep her spirit intact in such a life. Tonight, it seemed, she couldn’t anymore.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he said, his voice steady. “Wait for me.”
When he arrived, Lina was standing by the curb, her overcoat placed tightly around her. The streetlight cast a pale glow on her face, highlighting her fair skin and the glistening of unshed tears in her black eyes. She looked small, vulnerable, and yet, there was something about her that always drew his attention is her quiet strength, perhaps, or the way her curves hinted at a beauty she tried so hard to conceal.
She slid into the cab, the scent of her perfume something floral and faintly sweet filling the air. “Thank you for coming,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the engine’s hum.
Guna didn’t ask questions. He knew better than to pry. Instead, he drove, his mind already racing ahead. He knew a place, a cheap motel on the outskirts of town, the kind with flickering neon lights and rooms rented by the hour. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was safe, and tonight, that was all that mattered.
When they arrived, Guna stepped out first, scanning the area to ensure it was quiet. The motel looked as dodgy as ever, its sign flickering erratically, casting an eerie glow on the cracked pavement. He approached the front desk, booked a room for the night, and slipped a pack of condoms into his pocket. It was a precaution, he told himself, though deep down, he knew it was more than that.
He signalled Lina to follow, and together they climbed the narrow stairs, the neon lights casting long, distorted shadows on the walls. The room was small, with peeling wallpaper and a bed that sagged in the middle. But it was clean, and the lock on the door was sturdy.
Inside, Lina stood by the window, her overcoat still wrapped tightly around her. Guna closed the door behind him, the sound echoing in the silence. He took a step toward her, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Lina,” he said softly, “You’re safe here. You don’t have to go back tonight.”
She turned to him, her eyes red and swollen from crying. “I don’t know where else to go,” she admitted, her voice breaking.
Guna reached out, his hand hovering in the air before he gently took hers. “You don’t have to figure it all out tonight. Just… breathe.”
She nodded, her grip tightening on his hand. Slowly, he led her to the bed, sitting beside her. The room felt heavy with unspoken words, with the weight of her tears and the ache in his chest. He wanted to comfort her, to make her feel safe, but he also wanted more. He had always found her beautiful, her curves hidden beneath loose clothing, her smile shy but genuine. Tonight, seeing her like this; vulnerable, exposed...something in him stirred.
“Lina,” he said, his voice low, “Can you… take off the coat?”
She hesitated, her fingers clutching the fabric tighter. But then, slowly, she nodded. With trembling hands, she unwrapped the coat, letting it slide to the floor. Beneath it, she wore an under-boob top that clung to her curves, the fabric stretching taut over her full breasts. Her micro mini skirt barely covered her thighs, and Guna’s breath caught in his throat. She was stunning, her fair skin glowing in the dim light, her black hair cascading down her back.
He stood, his gaze roaming over her, taking in every detail. Her nipples peeked through the thin fabric of her top, and her legs were bare, smooth and inviting. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his, as if asking for permission, for reassurance.
Guna stepped closer, his hands reaching out to cup her face. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “So incredibly beautiful.”
She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, her lips parting slightly. He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers, a soft, tender kiss that made her shiver. Her hands came up to his chest, her fingers clutching at his shirt, as if anchoring herself to him.
The kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against hers, tasting her tears and the faint sweetness of her breath. He pulled her closer, his hands sliding down her back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her top. She pressed against him, her body soft and yielding, her curves fitting perfectly against his.
Guna’s hands moved to her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, making her gasp into his mouth. She arched into his touch, her head falling back as he sucked her nipples through the fabric, his mouth hot and insistent. She moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
“Guna,” she whispered, her voice breathless, “I… I want you.”
He smiled against her skin, his lips trailing down her neck, his hands moving to her skirt. He slid it down her legs, letting it pool at her feet, leaving her standing in nothing but her top. Her body was a work of art, her curves soft and inviting, her skin flushed with desire.
He stepped back, taking her in, his eyes lingering on her breasts, her thighs, the swell of her hips. “You’re perfect,” he said, his voice rough with need.
She blushed, her hands coming up to cover her breasts, but he shook his head, gently pushing them away. “Don’t hide,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “Let me see you.”
She hesitated, then slowly lowered her hands, her eyes locking with his. He reached out, his fingers tracing the edge of her top, pulling it up and over her head, baring her completely. Her breasts were full and heavy, her nipples tight and aching, and Guna’s mouth watered at the sight. He knelt before her, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She moaned, her head falling back, her hands tangling in his hair as he sucked her nipples, his mouth hot and demanding. He teased her, his tongue swirling, his teeth grazing, until she was panting, her body trembling with need.
“Guna,” she whispered, her voice pleading, “please… I need you.”
He stood, his hands moving to his belt, unbuckling it slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. She watched, her breath coming in short gasps, as he undressed, revealing his body, lean and muscular, his skin marked with the passage of time but still strong, still desirable.
When he was naked, he stepped closer, his hands moving to her hips, pulling her against him. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she moaned, her hands reaching out to touch him, to explore the contours of his body.
He kissed her again, his hands moving down her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass. She pressed against him, her body aching for his touch, for the release she knew he could give her.
Guna reached for the condom, tearing it open with practiced ease, rolling it on with a swift motion.
Guna's hands moved back up to her breasts, squeezing them harder now. Lina could feel his hard dick pressing against her pussy's entrance, and she couldn't help but grind back against him. She had never felt so wild, so wanton.
Guna's hands moved to her hips, pulling her back towards him. Lina could feel his dick pressing against her pussy, and she let out a moan as he entered her. She was so wet that he slid in easily, filling her up in a way that Rahim never could.
Guna began to thrust, his movements rough and urgent. Lina could feel herself being lifted off the ground, her legs wrapped around his waist. She clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he fucked her hard and fast.
Lina could feel her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around Guna's dick. She could hear the wet sounds of their bodies slapping together, the scent of sex filling the air. She was so close, so close...when she hears.
“Turn around,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding.
She did as he asked, her back to him, her hands resting on the bed. He stepped closer, his hands moving to her hips, spreading her legs slightly. She felt his fingers trace the curve of her ass, his touch sending shivers down her spine. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “So ready for me.” She moaned, her head falling forward, her body tense with anticipation. She felt his hand move between her legs, his fingers tracing her wetness, teasing her, making her whimper with need.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please, Guna.”
He didn’t make her wait. As, he pressed against her, his hands gripping her hips, his body positioning himself at her entrance. “Ready?” he asked, his voice low and rough.
She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes,” she whispered.
He thrust into her, slow and steady, filling her completely. She gasped, her hands clutching the bed, her body adjusting to his size, to the fullness of him inside her. He pulled back, then thrust again, setting a rhythm that made her moan, her body moving with his, her hips pressing back against him. He gripped her hips tighter, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, his body driven by the lust that had been building for so long.
“Guna,” she whispered, her voice breathless, “harder… please.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He pounded into her, his body relentless, his hands gripping her hips so tightly she knew she’d have bruises tomorrow. But she didn’t care. She wanted this, needed this, the roughness, the intensity, the escape from the life she had been living. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts, sending her spiraling closer to the edge. She cried out, her body tensing, her orgasm building, crashing over her in waves.
“Guna!” she screamed, her voice echoing in the small room.
He didn’t stop, his body driving into hers, his own release building. He thrust harder, faster, his breath coming in short gasps, until he felt his orgasm explode, his body shuddering as he filled the condom.
He collapsed against her, his forehead resting on her back, his hands still gripping her hips. She was trembling, her body still shaking from the force of her orgasm, her breath coming in short gasps.
Slowly, he pulled out, disposing of the condom before turning her to face him. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, his lips brushing against her hair.
“You’re safe here,” he whispered, his voice soft and reassuring. “Tonight, you’re mine.”
She nodded, her arms wrapping around him, her body still trembling. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
He kissed her forehead, holding her close, the room quiet except for their ragged breaths. Outside, the city continued its nightly dance, but inside, in this small, dodgy motel room, they had found something, a moment of escape, of passion, of connection. And for now, it was enough.
The night air was thick with the hum of the city, a symphony of distant traffic and the occasional drunken laugh echoing through the narrow streets. Guna, his silver hair catching the faint glow of the streetlights, navigated his cab with practiced ease. At fifty, he had seen enough of life to know its rhythms, its highs and lows, and tonight, he sensed something different. His phone buzzed, breaking the monotony of the drive. It was Lina. Her voice, trembling and laced with tears, reached him through the speaker.
“Guna, please… I need to get away. He’s drunk again. He pushed me aside like I’m nothing on our wedding anniversary day"
Guna’s heart twitched. He had known Lina for a while, a quiet woman with a gentle smile and a kind heart. She lived in the flats above the market, a place he often passed on his nightly routes. He had seen her husband, Rahim, a laborer with a perpetual slump to his shoulders, stumbling home late, bottles clinking in his pockets. Guna had always wondered how Lina managed to keep her spirit intact in such a life. Tonight, it seemed, she couldn’t anymore.
“I’ll be there in ten minutes,” he said, his voice steady. “Wait for me.”
When he arrived, Lina was standing by the curb, her overcoat placed tightly around her. The streetlight cast a pale glow on her face, highlighting her fair skin and the glistening of unshed tears in her black eyes. She looked small, vulnerable, and yet, there was something about her that always drew his attention is her quiet strength, perhaps, or the way her curves hinted at a beauty she tried so hard to conceal.
She slid into the cab, the scent of her perfume something floral and faintly sweet filling the air. “Thank you for coming,” she whispered, her voice barely audible over the engine’s hum.
Guna didn’t ask questions. He knew better than to pry. Instead, he drove, his mind already racing ahead. He knew a place, a cheap motel on the outskirts of town, the kind with flickering neon lights and rooms rented by the hour. It wasn’t glamorous, but it was safe, and tonight, that was all that mattered.
When they arrived, Guna stepped out first, scanning the area to ensure it was quiet. The motel looked as dodgy as ever, its sign flickering erratically, casting an eerie glow on the cracked pavement. He approached the front desk, booked a room for the night, and slipped a pack of condoms into his pocket. It was a precaution, he told himself, though deep down, he knew it was more than that.
He signalled Lina to follow, and together they climbed the narrow stairs, the neon lights casting long, distorted shadows on the walls. The room was small, with peeling wallpaper and a bed that sagged in the middle. But it was clean, and the lock on the door was sturdy.
Inside, Lina stood by the window, her overcoat still wrapped tightly around her. Guna closed the door behind him, the sound echoing in the silence. He took a step toward her, his heart pounding in his chest.
“Lina,” he said softly, “You’re safe here. You don’t have to go back tonight.”
She turned to him, her eyes red and swollen from crying. “I don’t know where else to go,” she admitted, her voice breaking.
Guna reached out, his hand hovering in the air before he gently took hers. “You don’t have to figure it all out tonight. Just… breathe.”
She nodded, her grip tightening on his hand. Slowly, he led her to the bed, sitting beside her. The room felt heavy with unspoken words, with the weight of her tears and the ache in his chest. He wanted to comfort her, to make her feel safe, but he also wanted more. He had always found her beautiful, her curves hidden beneath loose clothing, her smile shy but genuine. Tonight, seeing her like this; vulnerable, exposed...something in him stirred.
“Lina,” he said, his voice low, “Can you… take off the coat?”
She hesitated, her fingers clutching the fabric tighter. But then, slowly, she nodded. With trembling hands, she unwrapped the coat, letting it slide to the floor. Beneath it, she wore an under-boob top that clung to her curves, the fabric stretching taut over her full breasts. Her micro mini skirt barely covered her thighs, and Guna’s breath caught in his throat. She was stunning, her fair skin glowing in the dim light, her black hair cascading down her back.
He stood, his gaze roaming over her, taking in every detail. Her nipples peeked through the thin fabric of her top, and her legs were bare, smooth and inviting. She looked up at him, her eyes searching his, as if asking for permission, for reassurance.
Guna stepped closer, his hands reaching out to cup her face. “You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire. “So incredibly beautiful.”
She closed her eyes, leaning into his touch, her lips parting slightly. He leaned in, brushing his lips against hers, a soft, tender kiss that made her shiver. Her hands came up to his chest, her fingers clutching at his shirt, as if anchoring herself to him.
The kiss deepened, his tongue sliding against hers, tasting her tears and the faint sweetness of her breath. He pulled her closer, his hands sliding down her back, feeling the warmth of her skin through the thin fabric of her top. She pressed against him, her body soft and yielding, her curves fitting perfectly against his.
Guna’s hands moved to her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, making her gasp into his mouth. She arched into his touch, her head falling back as he sucked her nipples through the fabric, his mouth hot and insistent. She moaned, her hands tangling in his hair, pulling him closer.
“Guna,” she whispered, her voice breathless, “I… I want you.”
He smiled against her skin, his lips trailing down her neck, his hands moving to her skirt. He slid it down her legs, letting it pool at her feet, leaving her standing in nothing but her top. Her body was a work of art, her curves soft and inviting, her skin flushed with desire.
He stepped back, taking her in, his eyes lingering on her breasts, her thighs, the swell of her hips. “You’re perfect,” he said, his voice rough with need.
She blushed, her hands coming up to cover her breasts, but he shook his head, gently pushing them away. “Don’t hide,” he said, his voice firm but gentle. “Let me see you.”
She hesitated, then slowly lowered her hands, her eyes locking with his. He reached out, his fingers tracing the edge of her top, pulling it up and over her head, baring her completely. Her breasts were full and heavy, her nipples tight and aching, and Guna’s mouth watered at the sight. He knelt before her, his hands cupping her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples. She moaned, her head falling back, her hands tangling in his hair as he sucked her nipples, his mouth hot and demanding. He teased her, his tongue swirling, his teeth grazing, until she was panting, her body trembling with need.
“Guna,” she whispered, her voice pleading, “please… I need you.”
He stood, his hands moving to his belt, unbuckling it slowly, his eyes never leaving hers. She watched, her breath coming in short gasps, as he undressed, revealing his body, lean and muscular, his skin marked with the passage of time but still strong, still desirable.
When he was naked, he stepped closer, his hands moving to her hips, pulling her against him. She could feel his hardness pressing against her, and she moaned, her hands reaching out to touch him, to explore the contours of his body.
He kissed her again, his hands moving down her back, his fingers tracing the curve of her ass. She pressed against him, her body aching for his touch, for the release she knew he could give her.
Guna reached for the condom, tearing it open with practiced ease, rolling it on with a swift motion.
Guna's hands moved back up to her breasts, squeezing them harder now. Lina could feel his hard dick pressing against her pussy's entrance, and she couldn't help but grind back against him. She had never felt so wild, so wanton.
Guna's hands moved to her hips, pulling her back towards him. Lina could feel his dick pressing against her pussy, and she let out a moan as he entered her. She was so wet that he slid in easily, filling her up in a way that Rahim never could.
Guna began to thrust, his movements rough and urgent. Lina could feel herself being lifted off the ground, her legs wrapped around his waist. She clung to him, her fingers digging into his shoulders as he fucked her hard and fast.
Lina could feel her orgasm building, her pussy clenching around Guna's dick. She could hear the wet sounds of their bodies slapping together, the scent of sex filling the air. She was so close, so close...when she hears.
“Turn around,” he murmured, his voice low and commanding.
She did as he asked, her back to him, her hands resting on the bed. He stepped closer, his hands moving to her hips, spreading her legs slightly. She felt his fingers trace the curve of her ass, his touch sending shivers down her spine. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, his voice thick with desire. “So ready for me.” She moaned, her head falling forward, her body tense with anticipation. She felt his hand move between her legs, his fingers tracing her wetness, teasing her, making her whimper with need.
“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please, Guna.”
He didn’t make her wait. As, he pressed against her, his hands gripping her hips, his body positioning himself at her entrance. “Ready?” he asked, his voice low and rough.
She nodded, her breath coming in short gasps. “Yes,” she whispered.
He thrust into her, slow and steady, filling her completely. She gasped, her hands clutching the bed, her body adjusting to his size, to the fullness of him inside her. He pulled back, then thrust again, setting a rhythm that made her moan, her body moving with his, her hips pressing back against him. He gripped her hips tighter, his thrusts becoming harder, faster, his body driven by the lust that had been building for so long.
“Guna,” she whispered, her voice breathless, “harder… please.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He pounded into her, his body relentless, his hands gripping her hips so tightly she knew she’d have bruises tomorrow. But she didn’t care. She wanted this, needed this, the roughness, the intensity, the escape from the life she had been living. He reached around, his fingers finding her clit, rubbing it in time with his thrusts, sending her spiraling closer to the edge. She cried out, her body tensing, her orgasm building, crashing over her in waves.
“Guna!” she screamed, her voice echoing in the small room.
He didn’t stop, his body driving into hers, his own release building. He thrust harder, faster, his breath coming in short gasps, until he felt his orgasm explode, his body shuddering as he filled the condom.
He collapsed against her, his forehead resting on her back, his hands still gripping her hips. She was trembling, her body still shaking from the force of her orgasm, her breath coming in short gasps.
Slowly, he pulled out, disposing of the condom before turning her to face him. He pulled her into his arms, holding her tightly, his lips brushing against her hair.
“You’re safe here,” he whispered, his voice soft and reassuring. “Tonight, you’re mine.”
She nodded, her arms wrapping around him, her body still trembling. “Thank you,” she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
He kissed her forehead, holding her close, the room quiet except for their ragged breaths. Outside, the city continued its nightly dance, but inside, in this small, dodgy motel room, they had found something, a moment of escape, of passion, of connection. And for now, it was enough.
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