26-09-2025, 04:33 PM
Chapter 85: Unveiled Desires
Nivi sat back on the bed, her lips still tingling from the wild blowjob she'd given Vikram, the taste of him lingering on her tongue. The suite was warm, the noon sun filtering through the window, casting golden streaks on the rumpled sheets and scattered clothes.
The black babydoll lingerie dbangd her curves, the lace cups twisted, one breast spilling out, the black stockings clinging to her thighs, the garters taut. Vikram lay beside her, his chest heaving, his dick softening after his release, a satisfied grin on his face.
She scooted closer, her body pressing against his, and they cuddled. His arm wrapped around her, pulling her into his warmth, her head resting on his chest. “That was amazing,” he murmured, his voice soft but playful. “You're so experienced, Nivi. Where'd you learn to do that?”
Nivi laughed, her fingers tracing circles on his stomach. “Practice, I guess. But you taste so good—salty and strong. And that size… wow, it filled my mouth perfectly.” Her tone was teasing, her body buzzing with the afterglow, her hands sliding up to his chest.
He chuckled, kissing her forehead. “You're too much. That mouth of yours is magic.” His lips found hers, a slow, deep kiss, their tongues dancing lazily. The kiss grew naughty, his hand squeezing her ass through the lace. “I could get used to this,” he whispered against her lips, nipping her bottom lip.
She kissed back, her hands roaming his back, nails grazing his skin. “You're not bad yourself,” she said, her voice low. “That taste, that length—it's hard to resist.” The intimacy made her bold, her mind drifting to the next step. Maybe it's time to fuck him, she thought, her pussy warming at the idea, her body aching for more.
Her hand slid lower, brushing his thigh, when the doorbell rang sharply, breaking the moment. Vikram tensed, his eyes widening. “Who's that?” he whispered, sitting up fast.
Nivi's heart skipped. “Quick, get dressed!” she hissed, jumping off the bed. She grabbed a bathrobe from the chair, slipping it over the babydoll, the soft cotton hiding the lace but not the black stockings peeking out from the hem. “Act like you're packing,” she instructed, tying the robe tight.
Vikram nodded, pulling on his pants and shirt, fumbling with the buttons as he moved to the suitcases. Nivi smoothed her hair, took a deep breath, and walked to the suite's main door, her pulse racing. After the morning trek, they'd returned to change; Raghavan was now in casual clothes—a loose shirt and jeans—having shed his suit earlier.
She opened the door, and there stood Raghavan, his casual attire slightly wrinkled, a knowing smile on his face. His eyes swept over her—the loose bathrobe, her flushed cheeks, the black stockings visible, the faint scent of sex in the air. He raised an eyebrow, curiosity sparking. “Nivi,” he said, his voice calm. “Looks like I might've interrupted something. What happened?”
Nivi blushed, her face burning. “Oh… hi, Raghavan. Just… packing up.” Her voice stammered, her hands clutching the robe, shyness washing over her. She stepped aside, letting him in, her mind spinning with guilt and excitement.
He glanced at Vikram, who busied himself with a suitcase, then back at her. “Packing, huh? You look… different. Tell me what went on.” His tone was gentle, inviting her to explain, his casual clothes fitting the relaxed vibe of the suite.
She shifted, her black stockings catching his eye. “We… it's nothing big. Vikram helped with the bags, and… things happened.” Her voice was low, the confession hesitant, her fingers twisting the robe's tie.
Raghavan nodded, taking a step closer. “Things happened? Like what? I left you two alone—did it go somewhere?” His voice was curious, the jeans rustling as he moved.
Nivi's cheeks reddened further. “Yes… a little. We got close. The lingerie—he saw it, and it got wild.” She glanced at the floor, the black stockings a stark contrast against the robe.
He smiled, leaning against the doorframe. “Wild, huh? I didn't think you'd stop there. Did you finish the main act?” His tone was teasing, his eyes searching hers.
She shook her head, shy. “No… the doorbell stopped us.” Her voice was quiet, the admission making her squirm.
Raghavan chuckled softly. “This kind of mismatch needs to be fixed. You started something—let's sort it out.” His words were playful but firm, the cigarette pack in his pocket catching her eye.
“Let's talk outside,” he suggested, nodding toward the balcony. She nodded, following him, her black stockings silent on the floor. The balcony overlooked the garden, the noon breeze cool against her skin, the sound of birds chirping in the distance. The clock ticked toward 12:45 PM, the 2 PM checkout nearing.
Raghavan pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of his lighter, the smoke curling into the air. He offered her one, and she took it, her fingers trembling as she lit up. They stood in silence for a moment, the smoke a thin veil between them, the tension thick.
She exhaled, the nicotine calming her nerves. “We were just packing,” she started, her voice low, glancing at the suite door.
Raghavan took a drag, his eyes steady. “Is that all? I left you two alone hoping something would happen.” His tone was gentle, a hint of amusement, the cigarette glowing as he inhaled.
Nivi's eyes widened, her cheeks reddening. “You… hoped? Why?” Her voice was soft, surprised, the smoke drifting from her lips.
He smiled, leaning on the railing. “I saw the spark at the waterfall. Thought you could use a little adventure. But if nothing happened, why the robe?” His gaze flicked to her legs, noticing the black stockings peeking out.
She shifted, her hand pulling the robe tighter. “It's… comfortable.” Her lie was weak, her eyes dropping to the garden below.
Raghavan chuckled softly. “Comfortable? What's under it, Nivi? Those stockings look fancy.” His voice was teasing, his eyes curious, taking another puff.
She glanced down, the black stockings visible, and sighed. “Okay, fine. Something did happen. With Vikram. I… we got carried away. I'm sorry.” Her confession came out in a rush, her face hot, the cigarette shaking in her hand.
He stopped her with a raised hand, his expression kind. “No sorry needed. Did you enjoy it?” His question was direct, the smoke swirling around him as he watched her.
Nivi nodded slowly, her voice quiet. “Yes… I did. It felt liberating, free. Like I was alive in a new way.” She took a drag, the words lifting a weight from her chest.
Raghavan nodded, approving. “That's what I wanted for you. Liberation, freedom to explore. I should've come a little late—let you finish the main act. Sorry for being early.” His tone was apologetic, a wink in his eye, the cigarette halfway gone.
She laughed softly, the tension easing. “This itself is overwhelming. I'm not ready for more yet.” Her voice was honest, her body relaxing against the railing.
He stepped closer, his free hand on her shoulder. “You're doing great, Nivi. Embrace it.” His words were encouraging, the smoke from his cigarette mingling with hers.
She set her cigarette down, turning to hug him tight. “Thank you. This is all because of you—making me feel this way.” Her embrace was grateful, her head on his chest, the robe brushing his casual shirt.
Raghavan hugged back, his hand rubbing her back. “You deserve it.” He leaned in for a kiss, but she pulled away gently.
“No… my mouth still has… Vikram's taste,” she whispered, shy but honest, her cheeks flushing again.
He laughed, understanding. “Fair enough. We'll save that.” They stood there, the balcony quiet, the conversation stretching into comfortable silence, the smoke fading as they shared the moment.
The talk continued, Raghavan drawing out more details. “Tell me how it started,” he prompted, lighting another cigarette for them both.
Nivi leaned on the railing, exhaling smoke. “He saw the lingerie while packing. Flirted about it. One thing led to another.” Her voice was soft, reliving the rush.
He nodded. “And you took control? That's progress.” His eyes sparkled, proud.
She smiled. “A little. It felt good—being wanted like that.” The breeze rustled the garden below, the noon sun warm on her face.
Raghavan took a drag. “That's the freedom I mean. No regrets, just experiences.” His tone was reassuring, the cigarette ash falling lightly.
She glanced at him. “But what if it's too much? I'm still scared.” Her honesty hung in the air, the smoke curling upward.
He shook his head. “Scared is okay. It means you're growing. Tell me more—how did it feel?” He leaned closer, interested.
Nivi paused, then shared. “Exciting. His touch, the worship—it made me powerful, like you said.” Her words flowed, the conversation deepening.
They talked for minutes, the balcony a safe space. Raghavan listened, offering nods and smiles, the smoke a constant companion. They stand there, the connection stronger, Nivi's transformation unfolding in the quiet noon light.
Continues in next week,
Nivi sat back on the bed, her lips still tingling from the wild blowjob she'd given Vikram, the taste of him lingering on her tongue. The suite was warm, the noon sun filtering through the window, casting golden streaks on the rumpled sheets and scattered clothes.
The black babydoll lingerie dbangd her curves, the lace cups twisted, one breast spilling out, the black stockings clinging to her thighs, the garters taut. Vikram lay beside her, his chest heaving, his dick softening after his release, a satisfied grin on his face.
She scooted closer, her body pressing against his, and they cuddled. His arm wrapped around her, pulling her into his warmth, her head resting on his chest. “That was amazing,” he murmured, his voice soft but playful. “You're so experienced, Nivi. Where'd you learn to do that?”
Nivi laughed, her fingers tracing circles on his stomach. “Practice, I guess. But you taste so good—salty and strong. And that size… wow, it filled my mouth perfectly.” Her tone was teasing, her body buzzing with the afterglow, her hands sliding up to his chest.
He chuckled, kissing her forehead. “You're too much. That mouth of yours is magic.” His lips found hers, a slow, deep kiss, their tongues dancing lazily. The kiss grew naughty, his hand squeezing her ass through the lace. “I could get used to this,” he whispered against her lips, nipping her bottom lip.
She kissed back, her hands roaming his back, nails grazing his skin. “You're not bad yourself,” she said, her voice low. “That taste, that length—it's hard to resist.” The intimacy made her bold, her mind drifting to the next step. Maybe it's time to fuck him, she thought, her pussy warming at the idea, her body aching for more.
Her hand slid lower, brushing his thigh, when the doorbell rang sharply, breaking the moment. Vikram tensed, his eyes widening. “Who's that?” he whispered, sitting up fast.
Nivi's heart skipped. “Quick, get dressed!” she hissed, jumping off the bed. She grabbed a bathrobe from the chair, slipping it over the babydoll, the soft cotton hiding the lace but not the black stockings peeking out from the hem. “Act like you're packing,” she instructed, tying the robe tight.
Vikram nodded, pulling on his pants and shirt, fumbling with the buttons as he moved to the suitcases. Nivi smoothed her hair, took a deep breath, and walked to the suite's main door, her pulse racing. After the morning trek, they'd returned to change; Raghavan was now in casual clothes—a loose shirt and jeans—having shed his suit earlier.
She opened the door, and there stood Raghavan, his casual attire slightly wrinkled, a knowing smile on his face. His eyes swept over her—the loose bathrobe, her flushed cheeks, the black stockings visible, the faint scent of sex in the air. He raised an eyebrow, curiosity sparking. “Nivi,” he said, his voice calm. “Looks like I might've interrupted something. What happened?”
Nivi blushed, her face burning. “Oh… hi, Raghavan. Just… packing up.” Her voice stammered, her hands clutching the robe, shyness washing over her. She stepped aside, letting him in, her mind spinning with guilt and excitement.
He glanced at Vikram, who busied himself with a suitcase, then back at her. “Packing, huh? You look… different. Tell me what went on.” His tone was gentle, inviting her to explain, his casual clothes fitting the relaxed vibe of the suite.
She shifted, her black stockings catching his eye. “We… it's nothing big. Vikram helped with the bags, and… things happened.” Her voice was low, the confession hesitant, her fingers twisting the robe's tie.
Raghavan nodded, taking a step closer. “Things happened? Like what? I left you two alone—did it go somewhere?” His voice was curious, the jeans rustling as he moved.
Nivi's cheeks reddened further. “Yes… a little. We got close. The lingerie—he saw it, and it got wild.” She glanced at the floor, the black stockings a stark contrast against the robe.
He smiled, leaning against the doorframe. “Wild, huh? I didn't think you'd stop there. Did you finish the main act?” His tone was teasing, his eyes searching hers.
She shook her head, shy. “No… the doorbell stopped us.” Her voice was quiet, the admission making her squirm.
Raghavan chuckled softly. “This kind of mismatch needs to be fixed. You started something—let's sort it out.” His words were playful but firm, the cigarette pack in his pocket catching her eye.
“Let's talk outside,” he suggested, nodding toward the balcony. She nodded, following him, her black stockings silent on the floor. The balcony overlooked the garden, the noon breeze cool against her skin, the sound of birds chirping in the distance. The clock ticked toward 12:45 PM, the 2 PM checkout nearing.
Raghavan pulled out a cigarette, lighting it with a flick of his lighter, the smoke curling into the air. He offered her one, and she took it, her fingers trembling as she lit up. They stood in silence for a moment, the smoke a thin veil between them, the tension thick.
She exhaled, the nicotine calming her nerves. “We were just packing,” she started, her voice low, glancing at the suite door.
Raghavan took a drag, his eyes steady. “Is that all? I left you two alone hoping something would happen.” His tone was gentle, a hint of amusement, the cigarette glowing as he inhaled.
Nivi's eyes widened, her cheeks reddening. “You… hoped? Why?” Her voice was soft, surprised, the smoke drifting from her lips.
He smiled, leaning on the railing. “I saw the spark at the waterfall. Thought you could use a little adventure. But if nothing happened, why the robe?” His gaze flicked to her legs, noticing the black stockings peeking out.
She shifted, her hand pulling the robe tighter. “It's… comfortable.” Her lie was weak, her eyes dropping to the garden below.
Raghavan chuckled softly. “Comfortable? What's under it, Nivi? Those stockings look fancy.” His voice was teasing, his eyes curious, taking another puff.
She glanced down, the black stockings visible, and sighed. “Okay, fine. Something did happen. With Vikram. I… we got carried away. I'm sorry.” Her confession came out in a rush, her face hot, the cigarette shaking in her hand.
He stopped her with a raised hand, his expression kind. “No sorry needed. Did you enjoy it?” His question was direct, the smoke swirling around him as he watched her.
Nivi nodded slowly, her voice quiet. “Yes… I did. It felt liberating, free. Like I was alive in a new way.” She took a drag, the words lifting a weight from her chest.
Raghavan nodded, approving. “That's what I wanted for you. Liberation, freedom to explore. I should've come a little late—let you finish the main act. Sorry for being early.” His tone was apologetic, a wink in his eye, the cigarette halfway gone.
She laughed softly, the tension easing. “This itself is overwhelming. I'm not ready for more yet.” Her voice was honest, her body relaxing against the railing.
He stepped closer, his free hand on her shoulder. “You're doing great, Nivi. Embrace it.” His words were encouraging, the smoke from his cigarette mingling with hers.
She set her cigarette down, turning to hug him tight. “Thank you. This is all because of you—making me feel this way.” Her embrace was grateful, her head on his chest, the robe brushing his casual shirt.
Raghavan hugged back, his hand rubbing her back. “You deserve it.” He leaned in for a kiss, but she pulled away gently.
“No… my mouth still has… Vikram's taste,” she whispered, shy but honest, her cheeks flushing again.
He laughed, understanding. “Fair enough. We'll save that.” They stood there, the balcony quiet, the conversation stretching into comfortable silence, the smoke fading as they shared the moment.
The talk continued, Raghavan drawing out more details. “Tell me how it started,” he prompted, lighting another cigarette for them both.
Nivi leaned on the railing, exhaling smoke. “He saw the lingerie while packing. Flirted about it. One thing led to another.” Her voice was soft, reliving the rush.
He nodded. “And you took control? That's progress.” His eyes sparkled, proud.
She smiled. “A little. It felt good—being wanted like that.” The breeze rustled the garden below, the noon sun warm on her face.
Raghavan took a drag. “That's the freedom I mean. No regrets, just experiences.” His tone was reassuring, the cigarette ash falling lightly.
She glanced at him. “But what if it's too much? I'm still scared.” Her honesty hung in the air, the smoke curling upward.
He shook his head. “Scared is okay. It means you're growing. Tell me more—how did it feel?” He leaned closer, interested.
Nivi paused, then shared. “Exciting. His touch, the worship—it made me powerful, like you said.” Her words flowed, the conversation deepening.
They talked for minutes, the balcony a safe space. Raghavan listened, offering nods and smiles, the smoke a constant companion. They stand there, the connection stronger, Nivi's transformation unfolding in the quiet noon light.
Continues in next week,
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