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00:02 on May 19, Canada.
Gautam lay enveloped in a deep, dreamless sleep, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. His left arm cradled Geeta’s head, her dark hair spilling like silk across his skin, warm and heavy against the cool cotton sheets. The room was steeped in darkness, the air thick with the faint scent of lavender from Geeta’s perfume, lingering from the day. A sliver of moonlight pierced the heavy curtains, casting a silvery glow that danced on the wooden floor. The door creaked open, its hinges groaning softly, and a faint draft of chilly air slipped into the room, carrying the crisp, earthy scent of the night outside.
Bharat hesitated at the threshold, his silhouette barely discernible in the dim light. One eye peeked through the narrow gap, catching the glint of moonlight as he scanned the scene. His bare feet padded silently across the cold, polished floorboards, each step deliberate, as if he feared disturbing the stillness. The air felt charged, heavy with the weight of secrecy. He reached Geeta, her form partially shrouded by a soft woolen blanket that clung to her curves, its texture rough against her smooth skin up to her chest. He tapped her shoulder gently, his fingertips brushing the warmth of her bare skin, still radiating the heat of sleep. “Miss… Miss…” he whispered, his voice a low murmur, blending with the faint hum of the night’s silence.
Geeta stirred, her breath catching as her eyes snapped open, wide and startled in the shadowed room. Bharat’s hand swiftly covered her mouth, his palm warm and slightly calloused, calming the sudden spike of her pulse. “It’s me, Miss… Please wake up…” he murmured, his breath tickling her ear, carrying the faint scent of mint from his earlier meal. She sat up, clutching the blanket tightly to her chest, its coarse fibers grazing her skin as she shielded her nakedness. Her eyes narrowed, adjusting to the dimness, and she hissed, “Why did you come ra?” Her voice was a sharp whisper, laced with irritation but softened by the grogginess of sleep, her lips dry from the cool night air.
Bharat leaned closer, his dark hair falling slightly over his forehead, catching the moonlight. “Miss, please come outside with me for a moment,” he urged, his voice low and insistent, vibrating through the quiet.
“Aren’t you sleepy?” Geeta asked, her gaze flickering to Gautam, whose soft snores filled the room like a distant metronome, oblivious to their exchange. The air around him smelled faintly of sandalwood from the soap he’d used before bed.
“It’s not that,” Bharat replied, his tone urgent, his breath warm against her cheek. “Just come once, I’ll tell you.”
Geeta sighed, the sound barely audible, her breath visible in the cool air. “Okay, wait outside. I’ll get dressed and come,” she relented, her voice a reluctant murmur.
Bharat nodded, his shadow retreating as he slipped out, the door clicking softly behind him. Inside, Geeta rose, the blanket sliding off her skin with a faint rustle. She pulled on a yellow frock, its fabric light and slightly crinkled, brushing against her thighs as she moved. Her fingers raked through her tangled hair, the strands cool and slightly damp from the night’s humidity. With a final glance at Gautam, his face peaceful in the moonlight, she eased the door shut, the faint squeak of the hinges swallowed by the silence.
Outside, Bharat took her hand, his grip firm and warm, and led her swiftly into the night.
The northern hemisphere’s sky unfurled above them, a vast tapestry of twinkling stars, their light sharp and crystalline in the clear, cold air. Geeta’s face glowed like the moon, her skin catching the silvery sheen, her breath forming fleeting clouds in the frosty air.
The cold, foggy winds swirled around them, carrying the scent of pine from distant trees and the damp earthiness of dew-soaked grass. The chill bit at her exposed arms, raising goosebumps, and she pressed herself against Bharat, seeking the warmth of his body. His arms encircled her, his hands resting on her back, the rough texture of his shirt grazing her skin as he whispered, “Happy Birthday, Miss.” His words were warm against her ear, tinged with the faint musk of his sweat.
Geeta’s eyes widened, surprise softening her features, her lips parting slightly to reveal the faint glint of her teeth. She hadn’t expected this. Their gazes locked, her reflection shimmering in his dark pupils, framed by the ethereal glow of the Milky Way stretching across the midnight sky. “Thank you…” she murmured, her cheeks flushing a soft pink, warmed by the rush of blood beneath her skin despite the cold.
Bharat pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his lips soft and warm, leaving a faint trace of moisture. “I didn’t get you any gift,” he admitted, his voice low, tinged with regret, his breath mingling with the fog.
Geeta laughed softly, the sound like a chime in the quiet night. “Why do I need a gift ra? It’s enough that you remembered my birthday,” she said, her voice teasing, her eyes sparkling under the starlight.
His fingers, cool from the night air, grazed her cheek, tilting her face upward. Their lips met in a tentative kiss, the cold air contrasting with the heat of their breath, tasting faintly of mint and desire.
Geeta’s hands found the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his coarse hair, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss, her lips parting to taste him fully. Bharat’s arms tightened, his hands gripping her waist, the pressure firm against the thin fabric of her frock, sending a shiver through her that wasn’t entirely from the cold.
“Umm… Miss, you gave me first kiss on my birthday,” he murmured, his voice husky, his breath hot against her lips, carrying the faint scent of his earlier tea.
“Oh…” Geeta breathed, her voice a soft exhale, their lips meeting again. His teeth grazed her lower lip, a sweet sting, and she responded by nipping at his faint mustache, the coarse hairs tickling her lips. Their kisses grew fervent, his warm breath steaming in the cold air, mingling with hers in a haze of heat.
But a sudden pang of fear pierced Geeta’s haze of desire, sharp and cold as the night itself. What if Gautam woke? What if he saw them? Her heart thudded, the sound loud in her ears, and she broke the kiss abruptly.
“Let’s go inside,” she whispered, her voice trembling, her lips tingling from their intensity.
Bharat’s hand slipped beneath her frock, his fingers finding the bare skin of her left buttock, squeezing gently. The sensation sent a jolt through her, a soft whimper escaping her lips, the sound muffled by the night’s stillness. “Miss, did you go to sleep after I left?” he asked, his voice low, his fingers tracing the curve of her skin, warm against the cold fabric.
“No…” she admitted, her voice barely audible, her breath catching as the scent of her own arousal mingled with the crisp night air.
“What did you do?” he pressed, bending to kiss her neck, his lips leaving a trail of warmth, the faint stubble on his chin grazing her skin.
“That…” she murmured, her resolve weakening as his lips lingered, the scent of his musk enveloping her. His hands roamed further, gripping both her buttocks, the pressure eliciting a soft moan. “Aaahh…”
“Miss, let’s fuck now,” Bharat urged, his voice thick with need, his breath hot against her neck.
Geeta pushed him away, her heart racing, the cold air sharp in her lungs. She knew his frustration lingered from their interrupted encounter earlier that day, the memory of it still vivid, heavy with the scent of sweat and unfulfilled desire. “It’s not possible,” she said firmly, turning toward the house, the dew-soaked grass brushing against her ankles, cold and wet.
But Bharat was quicker, pulling her back and pressing her against the rough wooden surface of the main door, its grainy texture biting into her back. “Hey, leave me,” she protested, her voice a mix of defiance and fear, her breath visible in the cold.
“Please, Miss…” he whispered, his hand slipping beneath her frock again, brushing between her thighs. The cold air met the heat of his touch, her skin bare and vulnerable, stirring a dangerous longing within her. The scent of her own body, mingled with the earthy dampness of the night, made her head spin. She wavered, torn between desire and the fear of discovery, her fingers digging into the doorframe, the wood splintered and cool under her touch.
“No ra….” she said, glancing back nervously, her eyes catching the faint glow of the house’s windows.
Bharat’s fingers moved with purpose, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs, the sensation sharp and electric. “Miss, we stopped in the middle earlier, and it’s not leaving my mind,” he confessed, his lips grazing her neck, the faint scratch of his stubble sending shivers down her spine.
Geeta’s breath hitched, her body betraying her as she spread her right leg slightly, her fingers gripping the doorframe tighter, the wood creaking faintly. “Mmmmm…” she groaned, her head shaking in silent protest, the cold air stinging her flushed cheeks.
“Miss, nothing will happen. Gautam sir is asleep,” Bharat reassured her, his hand moving higher, squeezing her breast through the frock, the fabric taut against her skin as his lips pressed against her neck, warm and insistent.
Her resolve crumbled, her body signaling surrender even as her mind screamed caution, the scent of pine and dew overwhelming her senses. “I’m scared,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her breath catching in her throat.
“Nothing will happen, Miss. Just this once,” he pleaded, his voice soft but urgent, his breath warm against her ear.
“I didn’t think you would do this…..” she said, her voice softening, her lips tingling from their earlier kisses.
“I didn’t either,” he admitted, his kisses trailing across her cheeks, the faint saltiness of his skin lingering on her lips. “Miss, if we delay, it will be difficult.”
Geeta moaned softly, her body yielding as she turned and hugged him tightly, her arms wrapping around his neck, the rough fabric of his shirt grazing her skin. “No, you brat, listen to me,” she said, her voice a desperate plea.
Bharat held her face, his thumbs brushing her cheeks, forcing her to meet his gaze, his eyes dark and intense under the starlight. “Miss, in the morning, you’ll be with him. That’s why,” he said, his voice low, his breath carrying the faint scent of tea.
“Leave me ra,” she said, her voice wavering, her eyes darting nervously toward the house, the windows dark and silent. “If you want it every day, it’s not possible.”
“I want it, Miss,” he insisted, kissing her cheeks, the warmth of his lips contrasting with the cold air.
Geeta glanced back, the thought of Gautam discovering them a cold weight in her chest, her heart pounding like a drum. “puppy, you promised you wouldn’t bother me, didn’t you?” she said, her tone half-scolding, half-pleading, her breath visible in the fog.
“It’s true, Miss, but I can’t help it. If we stop in the middle like that, it doesn’t leave my mind,” Bharat replied, his voice earnest, his hands warm on her skin.
Geeta fell silent, her mind racing, the cold air sharp against her flushed skin. When he tried to lift her frock, she stopped him, her fingers gripping his wrist, the pulse beneath his skin rapid under her touch. “No…”
“Is that it? Will you leave and go away now too?” he asked, his voice tinged with frustration, his breath hot against her face.
“Try to understand the situation,” she said, her voice firm but shaking, the scent of her fear mingling with the night’s dampness. “I don’t know how he will react if he finds out about us.”
Bharat kissed her nose gently, the sensation soft and fleeting. “Then, after we go there and return?” he asked, his voice hopeful.
“We’ll see,” she relented, her voice barely audible, her lips tingling from his touch.
“You have to sleep in my room, okay?” he pressed, his hands resting on her shoulders, the warmth seeping through her frock.
“What should I tell him?” she asked, her eyes searching his, the starlight reflecting in her pupils.
“We have to manage something,” he said, his tone resolute, his breath warm against her skin.
Geeta pulled him close, offering her lips in a desperate kiss, the taste of him sharp and intoxicating. “I want to fuck you every day,” Bharat murmured against her mouth, his voice raw, the words sending a jolt through her.
“Stop those words,” she scolded, kissing him again, the cold air stinging her lips.
“I’ll marry Chandana and fuck her every day, and I’ll video call you that. Then you’ll know about me,” he teased, his voice playful, his breath warm against her cheek.
“Don’t talk like that, stupid,” she said, her lips meeting his again, the kiss deep and urgent.
“By the way, if we fuck after the periods, nothing happens, right?” he asked, his tone curious, his lips brushing hers.
“Today is the fourth day,” she replied, her voice soft, the scent of her own body mingling with the night air. “You buy a packet of condoms outside somewhere tomorrow and keep it in your pocket.”
“Only one?” he asked, kissing her again, the warmth of his lips grounding her in the cold.
“Hmm…” she murmured, her hand slipping into his shorts, her fingers closing around him, the skin warm and pulsing under her touch. “Is it necessary?” she asked, her voice teasing, her fingers stroking gently, the texture rough and dry from the misty air.
“I imagined a lot with you,” he confessed, smiling, his teeth glinting in the starlight.
“What did you imagine?” she asked, curiosity piqued, her breath catching as she leaned closer, the scent of his musk enveloping her.
“It wouldn’t be good to say…” he said, his smile widening, his voice low and suggestive.
“Tell me, it’s okay,” she urged, her voice soft, her fingers still moving.
“You should listen to me, and without being scared about ‘what if my husband sees,’ for everything, you should teach me to fuck you rawly wherever, like that teacher Ramya…” he said, laughing, the sound low and rumbling in the quiet night.
Geeta’s face flushed with embarrassment, the heat rising to her cheeks, but a faint smile tugged at her lips, the cold air stinging her skin. “Chi… don’t talk to me so crudely,” she said, swatting at him playfully, her hand brushing against his chest, the fabric damp from the mist.
“I also want to hold your hair and fuck you from behind, like we saw in that video,” he added, his voice low, the words sending a shiver through her that wasn’t entirely from the cold.
“You’ll fuck however you want ra,” she said, hiding her face in his chest, her smile faint but undeniable, the scent of his shirt filling her senses. “Just be patient and listen to me.”
He pulled her close, their bodies pressed together, her breasts soft against his chest, the fabric of her frock catching on his shirt. “Now?” he asked, his voice urgent, his breath hot against her ear.
“Uh-uh…” she murmured, shaking her head, her hair brushing against his chin.
“Please, milky…” he pleaded, the pet name sending a flush of warmth through her, his hands gripping her waist.
“Uh-uh, no… I’m scared,” she insisted, her voice trembling, the cold air sharp in her lungs. “Don’t play games like this.”
But the warmth of his embrace in the cold night was intoxicating, the scent of his skin mingling with the pine and dew, her body responding despite her fear. The dew-laden air seemed to sizzle on their skin, the mist clinging to their clothes. Bharat grabbed her hair gently, guiding her downward, the strands cool and slick between his fingers. Geeta knelt, her knees pressing into the damp grass, the cold seeping through her frock. Her fingers tugged at his shorts, the fabric rough and slightly damp, revealing him in the dim starlight, his skin glowing faintly, the veins shadowed and pulsing. She kissed him softly, her lips brushing against the warm, slightly salty skin, the scent of his thighs sharp and musky in the cold, moist air, intoxicating her senses.
“How can this gets hard everyday like this?” she asked, her voice a mix of exasperation and affection, her breath visible in the fog.
“What happens if you take it in every day?” he countered, his voice teasing, his hands resting on her shoulders, the warmth seeping through her skin.
“I wish it were possible every day, as you wished,” she said, her fingers stroking him, the texture dry and rough from the mist, the sensation sending a shiver through her.
Bharat bent down, pulling her hair gently to kiss her lips, the taste sharp and urgent.
“Finish it quickly, okay?” she urged, her eyes darting nervously toward the house, the windows dark and silent.
“That’s in your hands,” he replied, his voice husky, his breath warm against her lips.
“We need to sleep. We have to leave tomorrow, right?” she said, her voice tinged with practicality, the cold air stinging her flushed cheeks.
“It’s a five-hour journey anyway. We can sleep in flight,” he countered, his tone light, his hands warm on her skin.
“You find an excuse for everything,” she said, looking up at him, her eyes catching the starlight, her breath visible in the cold.
Their lips met again, and Bharat spat playfully into her mouth, the sensation warm and startling, catching her off guard.
She swallowed the taste, her expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. “Is it okay?” he asked, grinning, his teeth glinting in the dim light.
“It feels a little weird,” she admitted, her voice soft, her lips tingling from the act.
“I still want to do a lot of dirty things,” he said, his tone mischievous, his breath hot against her face. He spat again, this time on her forehead, the moisture cool in the night air, rubbing it across her cheeks with his dick, the act shocking and strangely intimate, the scent of him overwhelming her senses.
“Chi, you savage…” Geeta said, spitting in mock disgust, the saliva cold on her lips, though her eyes sparkled with amusement, the starlight catching in her pupils.
He tapped penis against her lips, the sensation like a soft slap, teasing her. “Ah, Miss, do you know how lustful your face looks when I do this?” he said, his voice thick with desire, his breath steaming in the cold.
“Chi, stop, dirty fellow,” she scolded, laughing.
“Okay, okay, Miss, suck it,” he urged, his tone urgent, his hands tangling in her hair, the strands cool and damp.
“You’re corrupting me,” she said, but her lips parted, taking him in slowly, her tongue teasing his glands, the taste sharp and musky, her senses overwhelmed by the scent of his skin and the cold air.
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Bharat groaned, his hands tightening in her hair, the strands pulling slightly, sending a shiver through her. “Ah, Miss… I’ll cum in your mouth today,” he said, his voice raw, the words sending a jolt through her.
She pulled back, shaking her head, her hair brushing against his thighs. “Uh-uh, chi, absolutely not,” she said, her voice firm, her lips wet and tingling.
He tapped her cheek playfully, the sensation sharp and teasing, and she grabbed it, stopping his movements, her fingers firm around him. “You thieving rascal,” she said, her tone half-scolding, half-playful, her breath visible in the cold.
“I won’t listen to what you say now,” he said, laughing, the sound low and rumbling, and pushed cock back into her mouth, moving with a rhythm that made her breath catch, the cold air sharp in her lungs. Geeta held his thighs, the muscles tense under her fingers, matching his movements, saliva bubbling at the corners of her lips, the sound wet and rhythmic in the quiet night. The cold wind carried the sound of her muffled moans, blending with the rustle of leaves in the distance.
Bharat groaned, gripping her hair tightly, the strands pulling against her scalp. “I apologize, Miss… but we have to do this too. It’s necessary. If I act like a student for everything, we can’t enjoy ourselves,” he said, his voice raw with passion, his breath steaming in the air.
Geeta pulled back, gasping for air, spitting saliva onto the damp grass, the cold seeping into her knees. Some dripped onto her frock, staining the yellow fabric with dark, wet patches. “Am… don’t do that…” she said, catching her breath, the air sharp and cold in her lungs.
“It’s nothing, Miss, don’t I know?” he said, urging her to continue, his voice soft but insistent. She took him in again, but soon pulled back, shaking her head, her hair sticking to her damp cheeks. “Oh my, I can’t….mmm,” she said, her voice trembling, her lips tingling.
Bharat sat down, gently laying her on the cold, damp ground, the grass prickling against her back through the frock. “Miss, it’s must,” he said, his voice low, his breath warm against her face.
“I’ll scream,” she warned, but her tone lacked conviction, her voice muffled by the night’s stillness.
He tied his t-shirt over her mouth, the fabric rough and slightly damp, muffling any potential cries, the scent of his sweat lingering on it. “Miss, it will be over soon, just for a while,” he promised, positioning himself between her thighs, the grass cold and wet against her skin. With a careful thrust, he entered her, his hands gripping her buttocks to steady her, the sensation burning and intense, her body trembling under the weight of pleasure and pain. The air was thick with the scent of earth and their mingled arousal, the cold biting at her exposed skin.
“Aaaah… Happy Birthday, Miss…” Bharat said, he laughed, even as he moved within her, the stars above bearing silent witness to their forbidden moment, the night air wrapping them in its chilly embrace, a secret shared only with the darkness.
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To be continued………….
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Gautam lay enveloped in a deep, dreamless sleep, his chest rising and falling rhythmically. His left arm cradled Geeta’s head, her dark hair spilling like silk across his skin, warm and heavy against the cool cotton sheets. The room was steeped in darkness, the air thick with the faint scent of lavender from Geeta’s perfume, lingering from the day. A sliver of moonlight pierced the heavy curtains, casting a silvery glow that danced on the wooden floor. The door creaked open, its hinges groaning softly, and a faint draft of chilly air slipped into the room, carrying the crisp, earthy scent of the night outside.
Bharat hesitated at the threshold, his silhouette barely discernible in the dim light. One eye peeked through the narrow gap, catching the glint of moonlight as he scanned the scene. His bare feet padded silently across the cold, polished floorboards, each step deliberate, as if he feared disturbing the stillness. The air felt charged, heavy with the weight of secrecy. He reached Geeta, her form partially shrouded by a soft woolen blanket that clung to her curves, its texture rough against her smooth skin up to her chest. He tapped her shoulder gently, his fingertips brushing the warmth of her bare skin, still radiating the heat of sleep. “Miss… Miss…” he whispered, his voice a low murmur, blending with the faint hum of the night’s silence.
Geeta stirred, her breath catching as her eyes snapped open, wide and startled in the shadowed room. Bharat’s hand swiftly covered her mouth, his palm warm and slightly calloused, calming the sudden spike of her pulse. “It’s me, Miss… Please wake up…” he murmured, his breath tickling her ear, carrying the faint scent of mint from his earlier meal. She sat up, clutching the blanket tightly to her chest, its coarse fibers grazing her skin as she shielded her nakedness. Her eyes narrowed, adjusting to the dimness, and she hissed, “Why did you come ra?” Her voice was a sharp whisper, laced with irritation but softened by the grogginess of sleep, her lips dry from the cool night air.
Bharat leaned closer, his dark hair falling slightly over his forehead, catching the moonlight. “Miss, please come outside with me for a moment,” he urged, his voice low and insistent, vibrating through the quiet.
“Aren’t you sleepy?” Geeta asked, her gaze flickering to Gautam, whose soft snores filled the room like a distant metronome, oblivious to their exchange. The air around him smelled faintly of sandalwood from the soap he’d used before bed.
“It’s not that,” Bharat replied, his tone urgent, his breath warm against her cheek. “Just come once, I’ll tell you.”
Geeta sighed, the sound barely audible, her breath visible in the cool air. “Okay, wait outside. I’ll get dressed and come,” she relented, her voice a reluctant murmur.
Bharat nodded, his shadow retreating as he slipped out, the door clicking softly behind him. Inside, Geeta rose, the blanket sliding off her skin with a faint rustle. She pulled on a yellow frock, its fabric light and slightly crinkled, brushing against her thighs as she moved. Her fingers raked through her tangled hair, the strands cool and slightly damp from the night’s humidity. With a final glance at Gautam, his face peaceful in the moonlight, she eased the door shut, the faint squeak of the hinges swallowed by the silence.
Outside, Bharat took her hand, his grip firm and warm, and led her swiftly into the night.
The northern hemisphere’s sky unfurled above them, a vast tapestry of twinkling stars, their light sharp and crystalline in the clear, cold air. Geeta’s face glowed like the moon, her skin catching the silvery sheen, her breath forming fleeting clouds in the frosty air.
The cold, foggy winds swirled around them, carrying the scent of pine from distant trees and the damp earthiness of dew-soaked grass. The chill bit at her exposed arms, raising goosebumps, and she pressed herself against Bharat, seeking the warmth of his body. His arms encircled her, his hands resting on her back, the rough texture of his shirt grazing her skin as he whispered, “Happy Birthday, Miss.” His words were warm against her ear, tinged with the faint musk of his sweat.
Geeta’s eyes widened, surprise softening her features, her lips parting slightly to reveal the faint glint of her teeth. She hadn’t expected this. Their gazes locked, her reflection shimmering in his dark pupils, framed by the ethereal glow of the Milky Way stretching across the midnight sky. “Thank you…” she murmured, her cheeks flushing a soft pink, warmed by the rush of blood beneath her skin despite the cold.
Bharat pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead, his lips soft and warm, leaving a faint trace of moisture. “I didn’t get you any gift,” he admitted, his voice low, tinged with regret, his breath mingling with the fog.
Geeta laughed softly, the sound like a chime in the quiet night. “Why do I need a gift ra? It’s enough that you remembered my birthday,” she said, her voice teasing, her eyes sparkling under the starlight.
His fingers, cool from the night air, grazed her cheek, tilting her face upward. Their lips met in a tentative kiss, the cold air contrasting with the heat of their breath, tasting faintly of mint and desire.
Geeta’s hands found the back of his head, her fingers tangling in his coarse hair, pulling him closer as she deepened the kiss, her lips parting to taste him fully. Bharat’s arms tightened, his hands gripping her waist, the pressure firm against the thin fabric of her frock, sending a shiver through her that wasn’t entirely from the cold.
“Umm… Miss, you gave me first kiss on my birthday,” he murmured, his voice husky, his breath hot against her lips, carrying the faint scent of his earlier tea.
“Oh…” Geeta breathed, her voice a soft exhale, their lips meeting again. His teeth grazed her lower lip, a sweet sting, and she responded by nipping at his faint mustache, the coarse hairs tickling her lips. Their kisses grew fervent, his warm breath steaming in the cold air, mingling with hers in a haze of heat.
But a sudden pang of fear pierced Geeta’s haze of desire, sharp and cold as the night itself. What if Gautam woke? What if he saw them? Her heart thudded, the sound loud in her ears, and she broke the kiss abruptly.
“Let’s go inside,” she whispered, her voice trembling, her lips tingling from their intensity.
Bharat’s hand slipped beneath her frock, his fingers finding the bare skin of her left buttock, squeezing gently. The sensation sent a jolt through her, a soft whimper escaping her lips, the sound muffled by the night’s stillness. “Miss, did you go to sleep after I left?” he asked, his voice low, his fingers tracing the curve of her skin, warm against the cold fabric.
“No…” she admitted, her voice barely audible, her breath catching as the scent of her own arousal mingled with the crisp night air.
“What did you do?” he pressed, bending to kiss her neck, his lips leaving a trail of warmth, the faint stubble on his chin grazing her skin.
“That…” she murmured, her resolve weakening as his lips lingered, the scent of his musk enveloping her. His hands roamed further, gripping both her buttocks, the pressure eliciting a soft moan. “Aaahh…”
“Miss, let’s fuck now,” Bharat urged, his voice thick with need, his breath hot against her neck.
Geeta pushed him away, her heart racing, the cold air sharp in her lungs. She knew his frustration lingered from their interrupted encounter earlier that day, the memory of it still vivid, heavy with the scent of sweat and unfulfilled desire. “It’s not possible,” she said firmly, turning toward the house, the dew-soaked grass brushing against her ankles, cold and wet.
But Bharat was quicker, pulling her back and pressing her against the rough wooden surface of the main door, its grainy texture biting into her back. “Hey, leave me,” she protested, her voice a mix of defiance and fear, her breath visible in the cold.
“Please, Miss…” he whispered, his hand slipping beneath her frock again, brushing between her thighs. The cold air met the heat of his touch, her skin bare and vulnerable, stirring a dangerous longing within her. The scent of her own body, mingled with the earthy dampness of the night, made her head spin. She wavered, torn between desire and the fear of discovery, her fingers digging into the doorframe, the wood splintered and cool under her touch.
“No ra….” she said, glancing back nervously, her eyes catching the faint glow of the house’s windows.
Bharat’s fingers moved with purpose, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs, the sensation sharp and electric. “Miss, we stopped in the middle earlier, and it’s not leaving my mind,” he confessed, his lips grazing her neck, the faint scratch of his stubble sending shivers down her spine.
Geeta’s breath hitched, her body betraying her as she spread her right leg slightly, her fingers gripping the doorframe tighter, the wood creaking faintly. “Mmmmm…” she groaned, her head shaking in silent protest, the cold air stinging her flushed cheeks.
“Miss, nothing will happen. Gautam sir is asleep,” Bharat reassured her, his hand moving higher, squeezing her breast through the frock, the fabric taut against her skin as his lips pressed against her neck, warm and insistent.
Her resolve crumbled, her body signaling surrender even as her mind screamed caution, the scent of pine and dew overwhelming her senses. “I’m scared,” she whispered, her voice barely audible, her breath catching in her throat.
“Nothing will happen, Miss. Just this once,” he pleaded, his voice soft but urgent, his breath warm against her ear.
“I didn’t think you would do this…..” she said, her voice softening, her lips tingling from their earlier kisses.
“I didn’t either,” he admitted, his kisses trailing across her cheeks, the faint saltiness of his skin lingering on her lips. “Miss, if we delay, it will be difficult.”
Geeta moaned softly, her body yielding as she turned and hugged him tightly, her arms wrapping around his neck, the rough fabric of his shirt grazing her skin. “No, you brat, listen to me,” she said, her voice a desperate plea.
Bharat held her face, his thumbs brushing her cheeks, forcing her to meet his gaze, his eyes dark and intense under the starlight. “Miss, in the morning, you’ll be with him. That’s why,” he said, his voice low, his breath carrying the faint scent of tea.
“Leave me ra,” she said, her voice wavering, her eyes darting nervously toward the house, the windows dark and silent. “If you want it every day, it’s not possible.”
“I want it, Miss,” he insisted, kissing her cheeks, the warmth of his lips contrasting with the cold air.
Geeta glanced back, the thought of Gautam discovering them a cold weight in her chest, her heart pounding like a drum. “puppy, you promised you wouldn’t bother me, didn’t you?” she said, her tone half-scolding, half-pleading, her breath visible in the fog.
“It’s true, Miss, but I can’t help it. If we stop in the middle like that, it doesn’t leave my mind,” Bharat replied, his voice earnest, his hands warm on her skin.
Geeta fell silent, her mind racing, the cold air sharp against her flushed skin. When he tried to lift her frock, she stopped him, her fingers gripping his wrist, the pulse beneath his skin rapid under her touch. “No…”
“Is that it? Will you leave and go away now too?” he asked, his voice tinged with frustration, his breath hot against her face.
“Try to understand the situation,” she said, her voice firm but shaking, the scent of her fear mingling with the night’s dampness. “I don’t know how he will react if he finds out about us.”
Bharat kissed her nose gently, the sensation soft and fleeting. “Then, after we go there and return?” he asked, his voice hopeful.
“We’ll see,” she relented, her voice barely audible, her lips tingling from his touch.
“You have to sleep in my room, okay?” he pressed, his hands resting on her shoulders, the warmth seeping through her frock.
“What should I tell him?” she asked, her eyes searching his, the starlight reflecting in her pupils.
“We have to manage something,” he said, his tone resolute, his breath warm against her skin.
Geeta pulled him close, offering her lips in a desperate kiss, the taste of him sharp and intoxicating. “I want to fuck you every day,” Bharat murmured against her mouth, his voice raw, the words sending a jolt through her.
“Stop those words,” she scolded, kissing him again, the cold air stinging her lips.
“I’ll marry Chandana and fuck her every day, and I’ll video call you that. Then you’ll know about me,” he teased, his voice playful, his breath warm against her cheek.
“Don’t talk like that, stupid,” she said, her lips meeting his again, the kiss deep and urgent.
“By the way, if we fuck after the periods, nothing happens, right?” he asked, his tone curious, his lips brushing hers.
“Today is the fourth day,” she replied, her voice soft, the scent of her own body mingling with the night air. “You buy a packet of condoms outside somewhere tomorrow and keep it in your pocket.”
“Only one?” he asked, kissing her again, the warmth of his lips grounding her in the cold.
“Hmm…” she murmured, her hand slipping into his shorts, her fingers closing around him, the skin warm and pulsing under her touch. “Is it necessary?” she asked, her voice teasing, her fingers stroking gently, the texture rough and dry from the misty air.
“I imagined a lot with you,” he confessed, smiling, his teeth glinting in the starlight.
“What did you imagine?” she asked, curiosity piqued, her breath catching as she leaned closer, the scent of his musk enveloping her.
“It wouldn’t be good to say…” he said, his smile widening, his voice low and suggestive.
“Tell me, it’s okay,” she urged, her voice soft, her fingers still moving.
“You should listen to me, and without being scared about ‘what if my husband sees,’ for everything, you should teach me to fuck you rawly wherever, like that teacher Ramya…” he said, laughing, the sound low and rumbling in the quiet night.
Geeta’s face flushed with embarrassment, the heat rising to her cheeks, but a faint smile tugged at her lips, the cold air stinging her skin. “Chi… don’t talk to me so crudely,” she said, swatting at him playfully, her hand brushing against his chest, the fabric damp from the mist.
“I also want to hold your hair and fuck you from behind, like we saw in that video,” he added, his voice low, the words sending a shiver through her that wasn’t entirely from the cold.
“You’ll fuck however you want ra,” she said, hiding her face in his chest, her smile faint but undeniable, the scent of his shirt filling her senses. “Just be patient and listen to me.”
He pulled her close, their bodies pressed together, her breasts soft against his chest, the fabric of her frock catching on his shirt. “Now?” he asked, his voice urgent, his breath hot against her ear.
“Uh-uh…” she murmured, shaking her head, her hair brushing against his chin.
“Please, milky…” he pleaded, the pet name sending a flush of warmth through her, his hands gripping her waist.
“Uh-uh, no… I’m scared,” she insisted, her voice trembling, the cold air sharp in her lungs. “Don’t play games like this.”
But the warmth of his embrace in the cold night was intoxicating, the scent of his skin mingling with the pine and dew, her body responding despite her fear. The dew-laden air seemed to sizzle on their skin, the mist clinging to their clothes. Bharat grabbed her hair gently, guiding her downward, the strands cool and slick between his fingers. Geeta knelt, her knees pressing into the damp grass, the cold seeping through her frock. Her fingers tugged at his shorts, the fabric rough and slightly damp, revealing him in the dim starlight, his skin glowing faintly, the veins shadowed and pulsing. She kissed him softly, her lips brushing against the warm, slightly salty skin, the scent of his thighs sharp and musky in the cold, moist air, intoxicating her senses.
“How can this gets hard everyday like this?” she asked, her voice a mix of exasperation and affection, her breath visible in the fog.
“What happens if you take it in every day?” he countered, his voice teasing, his hands resting on her shoulders, the warmth seeping through her skin.
“I wish it were possible every day, as you wished,” she said, her fingers stroking him, the texture dry and rough from the mist, the sensation sending a shiver through her.
Bharat bent down, pulling her hair gently to kiss her lips, the taste sharp and urgent.
“Finish it quickly, okay?” she urged, her eyes darting nervously toward the house, the windows dark and silent.
“That’s in your hands,” he replied, his voice husky, his breath warm against her lips.
“We need to sleep. We have to leave tomorrow, right?” she said, her voice tinged with practicality, the cold air stinging her flushed cheeks.
“It’s a five-hour journey anyway. We can sleep in flight,” he countered, his tone light, his hands warm on her skin.
“You find an excuse for everything,” she said, looking up at him, her eyes catching the starlight, her breath visible in the cold.
Their lips met again, and Bharat spat playfully into her mouth, the sensation warm and startling, catching her off guard.
She swallowed the taste, her expression a mix of surprise and curiosity. “Is it okay?” he asked, grinning, his teeth glinting in the dim light.
“It feels a little weird,” she admitted, her voice soft, her lips tingling from the act.
“I still want to do a lot of dirty things,” he said, his tone mischievous, his breath hot against her face. He spat again, this time on her forehead, the moisture cool in the night air, rubbing it across her cheeks with his dick, the act shocking and strangely intimate, the scent of him overwhelming her senses.
“Chi, you savage…” Geeta said, spitting in mock disgust, the saliva cold on her lips, though her eyes sparkled with amusement, the starlight catching in her pupils.
He tapped penis against her lips, the sensation like a soft slap, teasing her. “Ah, Miss, do you know how lustful your face looks when I do this?” he said, his voice thick with desire, his breath steaming in the cold.
“Chi, stop, dirty fellow,” she scolded, laughing.
“Okay, okay, Miss, suck it,” he urged, his tone urgent, his hands tangling in her hair, the strands cool and damp.
“You’re corrupting me,” she said, but her lips parted, taking him in slowly, her tongue teasing his glands, the taste sharp and musky, her senses overwhelmed by the scent of his skin and the cold air.
Bharat groaned, his hands tightening in her hair, the strands pulling slightly, sending a shiver through her. “Ah, Miss… I’ll cum in your mouth today,” he said, his voice raw, the words sending a jolt through her.
She pulled back, shaking her head, her hair brushing against his thighs. “Uh-uh, chi, absolutely not,” she said, her voice firm, her lips wet and tingling.
He tapped her cheek playfully, the sensation sharp and teasing, and she grabbed it, stopping his movements, her fingers firm around him. “You thieving rascal,” she said, her tone half-scolding, half-playful, her breath visible in the cold.
“I won’t listen to what you say now,” he said, laughing, the sound low and rumbling, and pushed cock back into her mouth, moving with a rhythm that made her breath catch, the cold air sharp in her lungs. Geeta held his thighs, the muscles tense under her fingers, matching his movements, saliva bubbling at the corners of her lips, the sound wet and rhythmic in the quiet night. The cold wind carried the sound of her muffled moans, blending with the rustle of leaves in the distance.
Bharat groaned, gripping her hair tightly, the strands pulling against her scalp. “I apologize, Miss… but we have to do this too. It’s necessary. If I act like a student for everything, we can’t enjoy ourselves,” he said, his voice raw with passion, his breath steaming in the air.
Geeta pulled back, gasping for air, spitting saliva onto the damp grass, the cold seeping into her knees. Some dripped onto her frock, staining the yellow fabric with dark, wet patches. “Am… don’t do that…” she said, catching her breath, the air sharp and cold in her lungs.
“It’s nothing, Miss, don’t I know?” he said, urging her to continue, his voice soft but insistent. She took him in again, but soon pulled back, shaking her head, her hair sticking to her damp cheeks. “Oh my, I can’t….mmm,” she said, her voice trembling, her lips tingling.
Bharat sat down, gently laying her on the cold, damp ground, the grass prickling against her back through the frock. “Miss, it’s must,” he said, his voice low, his breath warm against her face.
“I’ll scream,” she warned, but her tone lacked conviction, her voice muffled by the night’s stillness.
He tied his t-shirt over her mouth, the fabric rough and slightly damp, muffling any potential cries, the scent of his sweat lingering on it. “Miss, it will be over soon, just for a while,” he promised, positioning himself between her thighs, the grass cold and wet against her skin. With a careful thrust, he entered her, his hands gripping her buttocks to steady her, the sensation burning and intense, her body trembling under the weight of pleasure and pain. The air was thick with the scent of earth and their mingled arousal, the cold biting at her exposed skin.
“Aaaah… Happy Birthday, Miss…” Bharat said, he laughed, even as he moved within her, the stars above bearing silent witness to their forbidden moment, the night air wrapping them in its chilly embrace, a secret shared only with the darkness.
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To be continued………….
Happy Birthday
Nisha
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