13-10-2025, 08:53 PM
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Scene 3: Arrival at the Resort
The weight of Naveen’s hand on my thigh was a constant, burning pressure for the rest of the journey. For hours, as the SUV sped through the darkness of the Monday night, his fingers played a torturous game with me. He never looked at me, keeping his face turned towards the window, but his touch was intimate and possessive. His thumb stroked slow circles, inching ever higher, making the thin fabric of my pants feel like a cruel barrier. Every so often, his fingers would press down, a firm, knowing gesture right against the growing wetness in my panties, making me gasp and bite my lip to stay silent.
In the front, Karthik and Sonali's conversation eventually faded. Soon, they were both quiet, their heads leaning against the headrests, seemingly asleep. The car was a dark, silent capsule hurtling through the night, and I was trapped in the backseat with a man who was methodically driving me insane with desire, all under my husband’s nose. My entire body was a tightly coiled spring of need. My very sensitive skin felt like it was on fire, and I had to clench my thighs together to stop myself from whimpering out loud.
The long hours bled into one another. The flat plains of the highway slowly gave way to winding roads that began to climb. Through the window, I saw the sky begin to soften from inky black to a deep, pre-dawn purple. As the first hints of daylight illuminated the car, Naveen slowly, reluctantly, removed his hand, leaving my skin feeling both cold and branded.
We arrived in Manali as the sun was rising on Tuesday morning, painting the towering Himalayan peaks in shades of pink and gold. The air that greeted us when we stepped out of the car was crisp and cold, a shocking contrast to the heat still raging inside me. The resort was beautiful, a collection of rustic wooden cottages nestled among towering pine trees.
We were all tired and stiff from the overnight journey.
As Karthik and Naveen began unloading the luggage from the back of the SUV, I stood there, shivering slightly in the mountain air, trying to get my bearings. Karthik walked over to me, grabbing one of my bags from my hand with a smile.
Karthik: "Here, let me get that. You must be exhausted."
He leaned in close, his body shielding us from the others for a brief moment. His mouth was right next to my ear, his breath warm against my cold skin. His voice was a low, guttural whisper, thick with an excitement that bordered on reverence.
Karthik: “I can’t wait to watch him fill you up tonight.”
The words hit me like a physical blow. All the hints, the teases, the unspoken suggestions—they all crashed away, leaving behind the raw, undeniable truth of his fetish. He didn’t just want this to happen; he wanted a front-row seat. A shiver, completely unrelated to the cold, wracked my body. It was a tremor of pure shock that dissolved instantly into a wave of intense, liquid heat.
He pulled back, giving my ass a possessive squeeze before turning to hand a set of keys to Naveen.
Karthik: "You guys are in cottage 3. We're right next door in 4. Let's all get settled and maybe take a nap."
I watched them walk away towards their cottage, Naveen’s powerful back and Sonali’s gentle sway. My husband’s filthy words were echoing in my mind, and the promise of the coming night settled deep in my bones. The real trip was just beginning.
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The weight of Naveen’s hand on my thigh was a constant, burning pressure for the rest of the journey. For hours, as the SUV sped through the darkness of the Monday night, his fingers played a torturous game with me. He never looked at me, keeping his face turned towards the window, but his touch was intimate and possessive. His thumb stroked slow circles, inching ever higher, making the thin fabric of my pants feel like a cruel barrier. Every so often, his fingers would press down, a firm, knowing gesture right against the growing wetness in my panties, making me gasp and bite my lip to stay silent.
In the front, Karthik and Sonali's conversation eventually faded. Soon, they were both quiet, their heads leaning against the headrests, seemingly asleep. The car was a dark, silent capsule hurtling through the night, and I was trapped in the backseat with a man who was methodically driving me insane with desire, all under my husband’s nose. My entire body was a tightly coiled spring of need. My very sensitive skin felt like it was on fire, and I had to clench my thighs together to stop myself from whimpering out loud.
The long hours bled into one another. The flat plains of the highway slowly gave way to winding roads that began to climb. Through the window, I saw the sky begin to soften from inky black to a deep, pre-dawn purple. As the first hints of daylight illuminated the car, Naveen slowly, reluctantly, removed his hand, leaving my skin feeling both cold and branded.
We arrived in Manali as the sun was rising on Tuesday morning, painting the towering Himalayan peaks in shades of pink and gold. The air that greeted us when we stepped out of the car was crisp and cold, a shocking contrast to the heat still raging inside me. The resort was beautiful, a collection of rustic wooden cottages nestled among towering pine trees.
We were all tired and stiff from the overnight journey.
As Karthik and Naveen began unloading the luggage from the back of the SUV, I stood there, shivering slightly in the mountain air, trying to get my bearings. Karthik walked over to me, grabbing one of my bags from my hand with a smile.
Karthik: "Here, let me get that. You must be exhausted."
He leaned in close, his body shielding us from the others for a brief moment. His mouth was right next to my ear, his breath warm against my cold skin. His voice was a low, guttural whisper, thick with an excitement that bordered on reverence.
Karthik: “I can’t wait to watch him fill you up tonight.”
The words hit me like a physical blow. All the hints, the teases, the unspoken suggestions—they all crashed away, leaving behind the raw, undeniable truth of his fetish. He didn’t just want this to happen; he wanted a front-row seat. A shiver, completely unrelated to the cold, wracked my body. It was a tremor of pure shock that dissolved instantly into a wave of intense, liquid heat.
He pulled back, giving my ass a possessive squeeze before turning to hand a set of keys to Naveen.
Karthik: "You guys are in cottage 3. We're right next door in 4. Let's all get settled and maybe take a nap."
I watched them walk away towards their cottage, Naveen’s powerful back and Sonali’s gentle sway. My husband’s filthy words were echoing in my mind, and the promise of the coming night settled deep in my bones. The real trip was just beginning.
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