25-02-2026, 12:49 PM
Neha finished the cleaning, slowly stood up—topless, her body glistening with sweat, her heavy breasts still rising and falling with deep breaths.
Her eyes turned toward me—she was a powerhouse today, like a fire burning inside her.
I just kept looking at her—1.5 hours had already passed, from 7:30 it was now 9 o’clock, and our “show” was still going on.
Usually it would finish in half an hour—first a drink, then getting comfortable and straight to sex.
But today was something else.
I knew why I was so excited—but Neha? She was on another level today.
I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.
I went to her, held her face with both hands and kissed her deeply.
Our tongues met—fast, hungry, fighting each other.
I could taste myself in her mouth—salty, thick, warm—but it didn’t matter to me at all.
Instead, it turned me on even more.
One hand on her ass—squeezing hard, kneading, the other hand went to the crotch of her jeans.
Fingers started rubbing from the outside—slowly at first, then harder.
Her jeans were already wet there, I could feel the heat.
I tried to open the button of her jeans—sliding my fingers inside to pull the zipper down.
That’s when Neha broke the kiss.
She stepped back, looked into my eyes—lips swollen, breathing fast.
“Baby… wait…” she whispered, her voice carrying both exhaustion and a smile.
“I’m hungry… and I need some more beer.”
I gave a small laugh,
but inside I was thinking—now it’s my turn.
She has given me so much, now I want to give her an orgasm.
I want to make her squirm, make her scream, make her call my name.
It was as if Neha read my mind.
She smiled, placed her hand on my chest, and said,
“I just finished blowing you… now let me relax a little.”
Then she slipped her hand around my waist and pulled me toward the bed.
“Get the beer… and something to eat too.
Then… whatever we do, we’ll do it slowly.
The night is still long.”
I looked at her—she was still topless, jeans button open, same hunger in her eyes.
I called reception and ordered—some snacks, two cold beers.
15 minutes later there was a knock on the door.
I was still standing near the bed, Neha lying on it—topless, breasts still gently rising and falling, face shining with sweat and my marks.
Everything flashed back in my mind—the morning waiter who got a little awkward after seeing Neha.
Would it be the same guy?
My heart started beating faster.
I looked at Neha, said nervously,
“Someone’s at the door… wear something na!”
Neha just smiled—a naughty, sharp smile.
She sat up, propped herself on both hands behind her on the bed, making her breasts stand out even more.
“Baby… I can open the door like this… what’s the problem?”
Then she winked, stuck her tongue out playfully and said, “Do you want to see how he reacts?”
My limp dick instantly woke up—started getting semi-hard again.
She got up, slowly walked toward the door—topless, jeans button still open, waist bare.
With every step her breasts swayed, and my breath kept catching.
Is this really happening?
My heart was pounding hard—mix of excitement, fear, and thrill.
Then Neha stopped, turned, looked at me and laughed—a completely dominant laugh.
Then she quickly ran toward the bathroom, closing the door while saying her last words,
“Go… open it baby!”
The bathroom door shut.
I was standing alone—naked, heart racing, and my dick pulsing lightly again.
Another knock on the door—“Saab… your order…”
I quickly wrapped a towel around my waist, caught my breath, and opened the door.
It was the same waiter—the morning one.
He held the tray forward, but his eyes were scanning the room behind me—probably looking for Neha.
I took the tray, gave him a tip, and quickly closed the door.
When I turned back, the bathroom door was open.
Neha came out—still topless, but now with a small towel wrapped around her waist.
She came to me laughing, picked up a beer bottle from the tray, and kissed me on the lips.
“Got scared, didn’t you?” she whispered, “But see… how naughty I’m being today.”
I pulled her into my arms, took the beer bottle from her hand, and said,
“You’re driving me crazy today… but now it’s my turn.
Drink your beer… eat… because after that you’ll get your chance to scream.”
Neha took a sip of beer, closed her eyes feeling the coldness.
Then looked at me—same hunger in her eyes.
“So come… start.
I’m ready… completely.”
We were both wrapped in towels now—me with one around my waist, Neha with a small one that barely covered her thighs.
The TV was on—some soft music playing, lights dim, the room still filled with our heat and the chill of beer.
I sat on the bed, picked up the beer bottle, took a sip, the coldness sliding down my throat.
Neha sat beside me, put her bottle to my lips—I drank, then she did.
We were looking at each other, laughing.
Then without saying anything, I pulled her in and started kissing.
Slowly, deeply—our tongues started fighting again, mixed with the taste of beer.
My one hand went over her towel to her breasts—soft, warm, still a little swollen.
I squeezed lightly, rolled her nipples between my fingers.
Neha moaned, head falling back—her breathing became faster.
Suddenly she laughed naughtily, lifted the bottle, and poured a little beer over her breasts.
Cold drops started sliding down from her nipples—shiny, sexy.
She looked at me and said,
“What can you do… will you lick?”
Without answering I bent down.
My tongue first touched the nipple—cold beer and her warm skin mixing.
Then I started licking fully—from one breast to the other, drop by drop.
Neha’s laugh turned into moans—she was running her fingers through my hair, pressing my head down.
I moved lower—the beer drops had reached her stomach.
Her navel was deep—I pushed my tongue in and drank from there, like it was precious liquor.
Neha laughed—playful, naughty laugh.
“Lower… see what’s happening.”
She lifted the bottle again, poured a little more beer—this time straight from her stomach downward, toward the edge of the towel.
Drops were sliding over her thighs, and now reaching her pussy—wet, glistening.
I moved lower, pulled the towel slightly aside.
Her pussy was already wet—shining even more with the beer drops.
I started licking—slowly, the mix of beer taste and her own scent.
Neha was laughing loudly now—playful but aroused.
“Ahh… baby… just like that… lick… drink it all…”
She was lighting a cigarette with one hand—took a drag, blew the smoke upward, other hand on my head.
On the other side she was eating—putting food in her mouth, chewing, and moaning in between.
Smoking, drinking, eating—and I below, licking her pussy.
My cock was now fully hard—throbbing under the towel.
Neha looked down, smiled.
“Hard again… but first me… with your tongue only…”
She spread her legs and lay back—beer bottle to the side, cigarette on her lips, eyes on me.
I spread Neha’s legs wider, her pussy now fully in front of me—wet, hot, glistening with beer drops and her own excitement.
I started with my tongue—making light circles on her clit, slowly increasing speed.
Neha’s body reacted instantly, hips lifting up.
“Ahh… Sam… yes… just like that…” she started moaning, taking my name—Sam.
Her voice always had that respect—never “tu”, always “tum” or “aap”.
I pushed my tongue deeper, but now added one finger—slowly slid it in.
Her pussy was so wet the finger slipped in easily.
I started moving in and out—slowly, but curving the finger to touch that spot.
Neha felt it immediately.
“Sam… yes… a little to the right… slight right… ohh… yes… that spot… exactly there…”
I followed her—shifted the finger slightly right, increased pressure.
Tongue still working on the clit—fast flicks, circles, and sometimes light suction.
Neha’s moans became louder.
“Sam… now two fingers… please… two… go deep…”
I added the second finger—both together, slowly in and out.
Her pussy gripped them tightly, hot and wet.
I increased speed—fingers now moving faster, curved, hitting the G-spot repeatedly.
Tongue fixed on clit—fast, consistent.
Neha was now clutching the bedsheet, calling my name loudly but respectfully.
“Sam… oh fuck… Sam… go deep… yes… just like that… don’t stop… faster… Sam… I’m… coming…”
Her hips were fully lifted, legs trembling.
I increased the speed and pressure of my fingers—even deeper, while pulling out and hitting the clit with my tongue.
Neha’s breath stopped, body tensed.
“Sam… yes… yes… Sam… ahhhh…!”
She came hard—intense, long orgasm.
Her pussy was pulsing around my fingers, hot liquid flowing—I kept the fingers inside, moving slowly to give her the full experience.
Tongue still lightly touching the clit, over-sensitive but adding extra pleasure.
Neha’s body was shaking, eyes closed, mouth open, breathing fast.
After several seconds she slowly came down.
Opened her eyes—watery, shining.
Looked at me and smiled, voice trembling but happy.
“Sam… you… broke me today… so intense… two fingers… tongue… everything… perfect…”
Neha pulled me up and started kissing me, her tongue fighting mine—deep, wet kiss.
I was lying on top of her, towel still around my waist, but my cock fully hard, pressing against her stomach.
She whispered in my ear, voice mixing respect and naughtiness,
“Sam… you tell me… what do you want to do now? I’m ready… completely yours.”
I kissed her lips again, but one thought kept coming back in my mind—that waiter.
The same boy from the morning, who got stunned seeing Neha topless when he opened the door.
Now if he was still outside… if he was somehow peeking… or imagining what was happening inside…
This thought was setting a different fire inside me.
What if he was listening? Our moans, Neha calling my name…
Just thinking that made my cock even harder, and I pressed Neha tighter.
“Neha… if that waiter is still outside… thinking about what we’re doing…” I said in her ear, voice heavy.
Neha laughed lightly, eyes sparkling.
“Sam… you too… let him think… what difference does it make? In fact… it’ll make it more fun, right?”
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer.
I removed the towels—both of them.
Now we were both completely naked, pressed against each other.
I placed my cock on top of her pussy—slowly rubbed, but didn’t enter yet.
Neha’s breathing became faster.
“Sam… please… put it inside…”
I slowly pushed—the first inch went in, she was tight, hot, wet.
Neha moaned—“Ahh… Sam… yes… slowly…”
I pushed deeper—all the way in.
We both moaned together.
Then I started moving—slowly, but deeply.
With every thrust the thought came back—if that waiter is outside… if he’s listening…
This thought was doubling my excitement.
I got faster—harder, holding her waist.
Neha was moaning now—“Sam… ohh… Sam… harder… yes…”
While squeezing her breasts I said,
“Neha… imagine… if he’s watching… both of us… like this…”
Neha closed her eyes, smiled—“Then let him watch… it feels even better… Sam… go harder…”
I increased speed—the room filled only with our breaths, slapping sounds, and Neha’s moans.
That thought—of the waiter imagining—was making me more excited, and giving Neha even more pleasure.
I gently but firmly held Neha’s hair—like a loving command.
She was looking at me—question in her eyes, but no resistance at all.
She just smiled lightly, as if saying, “Whatever you want, Sam… I’m yours.”
I pulled her toward the door—both of us completely naked, our bodies shining in the dim light of the room.
Her steps followed mine without any hesitation.
Right in front of the door I bent her over—her cheek rubbing against the cold door, breathing faster.
I tightened my grip on her hair, but not painfully—just control.
I touched my cock to her pussy—she was already wet, hot.
Neha herself spread her legs a little—silently inviting me.
With one thrust I went all the way in.
“Aaahhh…”
We both moaned together—her voice high, mine heavy.
Her pussy gripped me tightly, as if never wanting to let go.
Then the rhythm started—slowly, but deeply.
With every thrust her head lightly hit the door—softly, but in rhythm.
“Ahh… Sam… ohh…” she was moaning, taking my name respectfully.
“You… deeper… please…”
I got faster—hard thrusts, holding her waist.
The door was shaking lightly, probably audible from outside.
My mind went back to that thought—that waiter… or someone else… standing outside… hearing every sound we made.
Neha’s moans, my breaths, the slapping sound when my cock moved in and out.
Was he imagining that we were right here… like this… just behind the door?
Just thinking that doubled my excitement.
I pulled her hair a little harder, tilting her head back—her neck exposed.
I whispered in her ear,
“Neha… imagine… if someone is outside… listening… to both of us…”
Neha closed her eyes, bit her lip, then smiled—voice trembling,
“Sam… then let them listen… it feels even better… harder please…”
I increased speed—now every thrust with full force.
Her cheek rubbing against the door, head lightly hitting, moans getting louder.
“Sam… ahh… Sam… yes… just like that… don’t stop…”
I was thinking outside—if someone really is listening… then let them… this is our moment.
This thought was exciting me more—and Neha too.
Her pussy was getting tighter, like she was heading toward another orgasm.
I placed one hand on her clit—rubbing with fingers, while cock kept thrusting.
Neha shouted—“Sam… ohh… I’m… coming again…”
We were both racing toward climax—right behind the door, with the feeling of being completely exposed.
XXXXXX
Second time, in just the last 2 hours… I had never seen her come again so quickly.
Normally it would take hours to recover, but today… Neha’s beauty, her actions today, that surrender, that position against the door—everything combined was driving me crazy.
Or maybe it was the fantasy of that waiter… the thought that someone outside was listening, imagining what we were doing… that excitement was spreading like fire inside me.
I don’t know what the real reason was—Neha’s beauty, her wildness today, or that fantasy of someone peeking into our privacy.
But whatever it was, it was incredible.
Now the clock showed 11 o’clock.
Neha came back fresh—from the bathroom, hair slightly wet, body wrapped only in a thin towel that barely covered her.
She came to the bed, lay down beside me, hugged me tightly.
Her breaths fell on my neck—warm, tired, but satisfied.
She took a deep breath and whispered,
“I loved it, baby… everything today… perfect.”
Within a few minutes her breaths became deep and regular.
She fell into deep sleep—face calm, lips slightly open, one hand on my chest.
But sleep was far from my eyes.
I kept staring at the ceiling, the same thoughts circling in my mind.
That waiter…
When we were out, or when Neha was in the shower… was he alone in the room?
Did he touch Neha’s undergarments?
Her bra, panties—lying on the bed, maybe smelling them, or maybe more…
How many times did he hold them, how many times did he touch himself, smelling Neha’s bra, or imagining he was touching her breasts.
Those dark brown eyes, those cheeks, those lips… was he thinking how soft Neha’s nipples would be?
And how many people had he told?
To his friends, or the other staff at reception—
“Yaar, a couple came today… the woman’s body… ufff… her boobs… so perfect…”
Maybe he was laughing while giving details—Neha being topless
Maybe he was imagining Neha on her knees in front of him, or listening to our every sound from behind the door while touching himself.
Thinking all this, my cock started pulsing lightly again.
Sleep wasn’t coming—instead there was a strange thrill.
Neha was sleeping, but my mind was still drowned in that fantasy.
Would that waiter come again tomorrow morning?
Would he smile seeing Neha, or get shy?
Or maybe he was planning something more…
I pulled Neha closer—her warm body pressed against mine.
Her eyes turned toward me—she was a powerhouse today, like a fire burning inside her.
I just kept looking at her—1.5 hours had already passed, from 7:30 it was now 9 o’clock, and our “show” was still going on.
Usually it would finish in half an hour—first a drink, then getting comfortable and straight to sex.
But today was something else.
I knew why I was so excited—but Neha? She was on another level today.
I couldn’t hold myself back anymore.
I went to her, held her face with both hands and kissed her deeply.
Our tongues met—fast, hungry, fighting each other.
I could taste myself in her mouth—salty, thick, warm—but it didn’t matter to me at all.
Instead, it turned me on even more.
One hand on her ass—squeezing hard, kneading, the other hand went to the crotch of her jeans.
Fingers started rubbing from the outside—slowly at first, then harder.
Her jeans were already wet there, I could feel the heat.
I tried to open the button of her jeans—sliding my fingers inside to pull the zipper down.
That’s when Neha broke the kiss.
She stepped back, looked into my eyes—lips swollen, breathing fast.
“Baby… wait…” she whispered, her voice carrying both exhaustion and a smile.
“I’m hungry… and I need some more beer.”
I gave a small laugh,
but inside I was thinking—now it’s my turn.
She has given me so much, now I want to give her an orgasm.
I want to make her squirm, make her scream, make her call my name.
It was as if Neha read my mind.
She smiled, placed her hand on my chest, and said,
“I just finished blowing you… now let me relax a little.”
Then she slipped her hand around my waist and pulled me toward the bed.
“Get the beer… and something to eat too.
Then… whatever we do, we’ll do it slowly.
The night is still long.”
I looked at her—she was still topless, jeans button open, same hunger in her eyes.
I called reception and ordered—some snacks, two cold beers.
15 minutes later there was a knock on the door.
I was still standing near the bed, Neha lying on it—topless, breasts still gently rising and falling, face shining with sweat and my marks.
Everything flashed back in my mind—the morning waiter who got a little awkward after seeing Neha.
Would it be the same guy?
My heart started beating faster.
I looked at Neha, said nervously,
“Someone’s at the door… wear something na!”
Neha just smiled—a naughty, sharp smile.
She sat up, propped herself on both hands behind her on the bed, making her breasts stand out even more.
“Baby… I can open the door like this… what’s the problem?”
Then she winked, stuck her tongue out playfully and said, “Do you want to see how he reacts?”
My limp dick instantly woke up—started getting semi-hard again.
She got up, slowly walked toward the door—topless, jeans button still open, waist bare.
With every step her breasts swayed, and my breath kept catching.
Is this really happening?
My heart was pounding hard—mix of excitement, fear, and thrill.
Then Neha stopped, turned, looked at me and laughed—a completely dominant laugh.
Then she quickly ran toward the bathroom, closing the door while saying her last words,
“Go… open it baby!”
The bathroom door shut.
I was standing alone—naked, heart racing, and my dick pulsing lightly again.
Another knock on the door—“Saab… your order…”
I quickly wrapped a towel around my waist, caught my breath, and opened the door.
It was the same waiter—the morning one.
He held the tray forward, but his eyes were scanning the room behind me—probably looking for Neha.
I took the tray, gave him a tip, and quickly closed the door.
When I turned back, the bathroom door was open.
Neha came out—still topless, but now with a small towel wrapped around her waist.
She came to me laughing, picked up a beer bottle from the tray, and kissed me on the lips.
“Got scared, didn’t you?” she whispered, “But see… how naughty I’m being today.”
I pulled her into my arms, took the beer bottle from her hand, and said,
“You’re driving me crazy today… but now it’s my turn.
Drink your beer… eat… because after that you’ll get your chance to scream.”
Neha took a sip of beer, closed her eyes feeling the coldness.
Then looked at me—same hunger in her eyes.
“So come… start.
I’m ready… completely.”
We were both wrapped in towels now—me with one around my waist, Neha with a small one that barely covered her thighs.
The TV was on—some soft music playing, lights dim, the room still filled with our heat and the chill of beer.
I sat on the bed, picked up the beer bottle, took a sip, the coldness sliding down my throat.
Neha sat beside me, put her bottle to my lips—I drank, then she did.
We were looking at each other, laughing.
Then without saying anything, I pulled her in and started kissing.
Slowly, deeply—our tongues started fighting again, mixed with the taste of beer.
My one hand went over her towel to her breasts—soft, warm, still a little swollen.
I squeezed lightly, rolled her nipples between my fingers.
Neha moaned, head falling back—her breathing became faster.
Suddenly she laughed naughtily, lifted the bottle, and poured a little beer over her breasts.
Cold drops started sliding down from her nipples—shiny, sexy.
She looked at me and said,
“What can you do… will you lick?”
Without answering I bent down.
My tongue first touched the nipple—cold beer and her warm skin mixing.
Then I started licking fully—from one breast to the other, drop by drop.
Neha’s laugh turned into moans—she was running her fingers through my hair, pressing my head down.
I moved lower—the beer drops had reached her stomach.
Her navel was deep—I pushed my tongue in and drank from there, like it was precious liquor.
Neha laughed—playful, naughty laugh.
“Lower… see what’s happening.”
She lifted the bottle again, poured a little more beer—this time straight from her stomach downward, toward the edge of the towel.
Drops were sliding over her thighs, and now reaching her pussy—wet, glistening.
I moved lower, pulled the towel slightly aside.
Her pussy was already wet—shining even more with the beer drops.
I started licking—slowly, the mix of beer taste and her own scent.
Neha was laughing loudly now—playful but aroused.
“Ahh… baby… just like that… lick… drink it all…”
She was lighting a cigarette with one hand—took a drag, blew the smoke upward, other hand on my head.
On the other side she was eating—putting food in her mouth, chewing, and moaning in between.
Smoking, drinking, eating—and I below, licking her pussy.
My cock was now fully hard—throbbing under the towel.
Neha looked down, smiled.
“Hard again… but first me… with your tongue only…”
She spread her legs and lay back—beer bottle to the side, cigarette on her lips, eyes on me.
I spread Neha’s legs wider, her pussy now fully in front of me—wet, hot, glistening with beer drops and her own excitement.
I started with my tongue—making light circles on her clit, slowly increasing speed.
Neha’s body reacted instantly, hips lifting up.
“Ahh… Sam… yes… just like that…” she started moaning, taking my name—Sam.
Her voice always had that respect—never “tu”, always “tum” or “aap”.
I pushed my tongue deeper, but now added one finger—slowly slid it in.
Her pussy was so wet the finger slipped in easily.
I started moving in and out—slowly, but curving the finger to touch that spot.
Neha felt it immediately.
“Sam… yes… a little to the right… slight right… ohh… yes… that spot… exactly there…”
I followed her—shifted the finger slightly right, increased pressure.
Tongue still working on the clit—fast flicks, circles, and sometimes light suction.
Neha’s moans became louder.
“Sam… now two fingers… please… two… go deep…”
I added the second finger—both together, slowly in and out.
Her pussy gripped them tightly, hot and wet.
I increased speed—fingers now moving faster, curved, hitting the G-spot repeatedly.
Tongue fixed on clit—fast, consistent.
Neha was now clutching the bedsheet, calling my name loudly but respectfully.
“Sam… oh fuck… Sam… go deep… yes… just like that… don’t stop… faster… Sam… I’m… coming…”
Her hips were fully lifted, legs trembling.
I increased the speed and pressure of my fingers—even deeper, while pulling out and hitting the clit with my tongue.
Neha’s breath stopped, body tensed.
“Sam… yes… yes… Sam… ahhhh…!”
She came hard—intense, long orgasm.
Her pussy was pulsing around my fingers, hot liquid flowing—I kept the fingers inside, moving slowly to give her the full experience.
Tongue still lightly touching the clit, over-sensitive but adding extra pleasure.
Neha’s body was shaking, eyes closed, mouth open, breathing fast.
After several seconds she slowly came down.
Opened her eyes—watery, shining.
Looked at me and smiled, voice trembling but happy.
“Sam… you… broke me today… so intense… two fingers… tongue… everything… perfect…”
Neha pulled me up and started kissing me, her tongue fighting mine—deep, wet kiss.
I was lying on top of her, towel still around my waist, but my cock fully hard, pressing against her stomach.
She whispered in my ear, voice mixing respect and naughtiness,
“Sam… you tell me… what do you want to do now? I’m ready… completely yours.”
I kissed her lips again, but one thought kept coming back in my mind—that waiter.
The same boy from the morning, who got stunned seeing Neha topless when he opened the door.
Now if he was still outside… if he was somehow peeking… or imagining what was happening inside…
This thought was setting a different fire inside me.
What if he was listening? Our moans, Neha calling my name…
Just thinking that made my cock even harder, and I pressed Neha tighter.
“Neha… if that waiter is still outside… thinking about what we’re doing…” I said in her ear, voice heavy.
Neha laughed lightly, eyes sparkling.
“Sam… you too… let him think… what difference does it make? In fact… it’ll make it more fun, right?”
She wrapped her legs around my waist, pulling me closer.
I removed the towels—both of them.
Now we were both completely naked, pressed against each other.
I placed my cock on top of her pussy—slowly rubbed, but didn’t enter yet.
Neha’s breathing became faster.
“Sam… please… put it inside…”
I slowly pushed—the first inch went in, she was tight, hot, wet.
Neha moaned—“Ahh… Sam… yes… slowly…”
I pushed deeper—all the way in.
We both moaned together.
Then I started moving—slowly, but deeply.
With every thrust the thought came back—if that waiter is outside… if he’s listening…
This thought was doubling my excitement.
I got faster—harder, holding her waist.
Neha was moaning now—“Sam… ohh… Sam… harder… yes…”
While squeezing her breasts I said,
“Neha… imagine… if he’s watching… both of us… like this…”
Neha closed her eyes, smiled—“Then let him watch… it feels even better… Sam… go harder…”
I increased speed—the room filled only with our breaths, slapping sounds, and Neha’s moans.
That thought—of the waiter imagining—was making me more excited, and giving Neha even more pleasure.
I gently but firmly held Neha’s hair—like a loving command.
She was looking at me—question in her eyes, but no resistance at all.
She just smiled lightly, as if saying, “Whatever you want, Sam… I’m yours.”
I pulled her toward the door—both of us completely naked, our bodies shining in the dim light of the room.
Her steps followed mine without any hesitation.
Right in front of the door I bent her over—her cheek rubbing against the cold door, breathing faster.
I tightened my grip on her hair, but not painfully—just control.
I touched my cock to her pussy—she was already wet, hot.
Neha herself spread her legs a little—silently inviting me.
With one thrust I went all the way in.
“Aaahhh…”
We both moaned together—her voice high, mine heavy.
Her pussy gripped me tightly, as if never wanting to let go.
Then the rhythm started—slowly, but deeply.
With every thrust her head lightly hit the door—softly, but in rhythm.
“Ahh… Sam… ohh…” she was moaning, taking my name respectfully.
“You… deeper… please…”
I got faster—hard thrusts, holding her waist.
The door was shaking lightly, probably audible from outside.
My mind went back to that thought—that waiter… or someone else… standing outside… hearing every sound we made.
Neha’s moans, my breaths, the slapping sound when my cock moved in and out.
Was he imagining that we were right here… like this… just behind the door?
Just thinking that doubled my excitement.
I pulled her hair a little harder, tilting her head back—her neck exposed.
I whispered in her ear,
“Neha… imagine… if someone is outside… listening… to both of us…”
Neha closed her eyes, bit her lip, then smiled—voice trembling,
“Sam… then let them listen… it feels even better… harder please…”
I increased speed—now every thrust with full force.
Her cheek rubbing against the door, head lightly hitting, moans getting louder.
“Sam… ahh… Sam… yes… just like that… don’t stop…”
I was thinking outside—if someone really is listening… then let them… this is our moment.
This thought was exciting me more—and Neha too.
Her pussy was getting tighter, like she was heading toward another orgasm.
I placed one hand on her clit—rubbing with fingers, while cock kept thrusting.
Neha shouted—“Sam… ohh… I’m… coming again…”
We were both racing toward climax—right behind the door, with the feeling of being completely exposed.
XXXXXX
Second time, in just the last 2 hours… I had never seen her come again so quickly.
Normally it would take hours to recover, but today… Neha’s beauty, her actions today, that surrender, that position against the door—everything combined was driving me crazy.
Or maybe it was the fantasy of that waiter… the thought that someone outside was listening, imagining what we were doing… that excitement was spreading like fire inside me.
I don’t know what the real reason was—Neha’s beauty, her wildness today, or that fantasy of someone peeking into our privacy.
But whatever it was, it was incredible.
Now the clock showed 11 o’clock.
Neha came back fresh—from the bathroom, hair slightly wet, body wrapped only in a thin towel that barely covered her.
She came to the bed, lay down beside me, hugged me tightly.
Her breaths fell on my neck—warm, tired, but satisfied.
She took a deep breath and whispered,
“I loved it, baby… everything today… perfect.”
Within a few minutes her breaths became deep and regular.
She fell into deep sleep—face calm, lips slightly open, one hand on my chest.
But sleep was far from my eyes.
I kept staring at the ceiling, the same thoughts circling in my mind.
That waiter…
When we were out, or when Neha was in the shower… was he alone in the room?
Did he touch Neha’s undergarments?
Her bra, panties—lying on the bed, maybe smelling them, or maybe more…
How many times did he hold them, how many times did he touch himself, smelling Neha’s bra, or imagining he was touching her breasts.
Those dark brown eyes, those cheeks, those lips… was he thinking how soft Neha’s nipples would be?
And how many people had he told?
To his friends, or the other staff at reception—
“Yaar, a couple came today… the woman’s body… ufff… her boobs… so perfect…”
Maybe he was laughing while giving details—Neha being topless
Maybe he was imagining Neha on her knees in front of him, or listening to our every sound from behind the door while touching himself.
Thinking all this, my cock started pulsing lightly again.
Sleep wasn’t coming—instead there was a strange thrill.
Neha was sleeping, but my mind was still drowned in that fantasy.
Would that waiter come again tomorrow morning?
Would he smile seeing Neha, or get shy?
Or maybe he was planning something more…
I pulled Neha closer—her warm body pressed against mine.
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