Adultery Love Sex And War : Age Of Darkness

[Harry Jordan]

                                                                                                     (CHAPTER CONTD)

THE NEXT EVENING IN AMSTERDAM



The train from Amsterdam hummed smoothly toward Zandvoort, its windows reflecting streaks of late afternoon light. Hemant sat by the glass, phone in hand, replaying the short video Pranitha had posted hours earlier. The wind had tangled her hair as she laughed into the camera, the North Sea rolling behind her. The black bikini she wore contrasted sharply against her sun-kissed skin, every movement effortless, confident.

It wasn’t just desire that stirred in him—it was anticipation long deferred. Months of charged conversations. Playful late-night confessions. A tension that had never been given a body.

When the train pulled into Zandvoort aan Zee station, his pulse was no longer steady. He stepped onto the platform dressed simply—white half-sleeve shirt, denim jeans, sunglasses pushed into his collar. The North Sea breeze greeted him with a cool bite as he dragged his trolley toward the shore.

Sand resisted his steps, swallowing the wheels of his bag, slowing him down. But his focus was elsewhere. He remembered her teasing mention of the nude section of the beach during their last call. 

"How romantic and erotic would it be if you one day.....walked here.....laid me down on the sand.....ripped my bikini off.....and fucked me senseless!!!" 

She had said, her tone light but loaded. He had ignored it then. Now, he wondered if she meant for him to follow that clue. He passed beach pole 68, where the atmosphere shifted subtly—quieter, more private. The stretch of sand ahead seemed almost deserted, the vast horizon tinted gold by the lowering sun. For a brief second, doubt flickered through him. Had he misread everything? Had this surprise been foolish?

Then he saw her.

A solitary figure emerging from the sea.



Pranitha walked through the shallow water toward the shore, droplets trailing down her body, the setting sun igniting her silhouette in amber light. The black bikini clung to her curves, and every step was unhurried, unaware. She looked untouchable—like a vision sculpted by light and tide.

Something primal surged through him.

He let the trolley fall. The briefcase slipped from his hand, forgotten in the sand. He moved toward her without thinking, without planning—just instinct.

It was only when he was close enough to hear the water break around her ankles that she noticed him. Her eyes widened in disbelief, breath catching.

"Hemant… you’re he—"

He didn’t let her finish.

He closed the distance and kissed her.

The contact was electric—raw, sudden, months of restraint collapsing into a single breathless moment. Her surprise melted quickly into hunger. Her fingers curled into his shoulders as she leaned into him, the sea wind tangling around them. The kiss deepened, slowed, then intensified again, like waves building and breaking.

She pulled back just enough to look at him, eyes dark, searching. 

"You came" she whispered, voice trembling with something deeper than shock.

"For you" he replied, barely audible.

Her hands moved to the buttons of his shirt, deliberate now. Each one undone felt like a boundary dissolving. He shrugged it off, the fabric falling into the sand, and his palms traced the curve of her waist, the warmth of her skin still heated by the sun. The world around them faded—the distant gulls, the soft murmur of the tide—until there was only breath against breath.


They didn't speak as they kissed harder and more intently than she thought she ever had done, feeling his hand slide up under her now loose bikini top to cup her breast, his fingers circling the nipple to make it stiffen and screw itself up as his other hand stroked her sides and back, reaching up to pull at her hair a little before diving down into the back of her bikini bottoms. Breaking apart, they both gave a gasp as his breast-cupping hand immediately pulled her half undone bikini top off over her head to leave her completely topless. She saw him take in her perky chest for a moment before they started kissing hotly again, this time both his hands going for her chest, groping her completely as her hands ran through his hair and down his muscular shoulders and back which are now exposed thanks to the discarded shirt, letting one drop down between them to land squarely on his already mighty erection.

She felt his hips push up a little as she wrapped her dainty hand around his manhood, taking a good grip on it and starting to work it a little to stroke him through his pants as he thoroughly squeezed and groped her breasts, though one hand very shortly slid down her tummy towards her bikini bottoms. Pranitha leaned back a little to offer him slightly better access, and the move wasn't lost on him at all as his hand pushed slowly but steadily down her toned body to her damp bikini bottoms, still wet from the sea but now getting a little wetter from something else. His fingers slid over the smooth, firm bulge of her pussy, feeling her quiver a little as they kissed whilst he started to massage it, then she let out a gasp round there smooches as he suddenly pulled up and then boldly pushed his hand down into her bikini and onto her pussy. She didn't have a problem with it, she was just taken by surprise as he did it, feeling her wonderfully smooth skin and tiny pubic hair under his fingers and hand as he did it, immediately seeking out her clit with his fingers, making her give a shiver and a gasp as he started working at it.

Getting into a rhythm on her needy clit, they continued to kiss deeply, their tongues entwining and working together, working between fast and slow kisses, getting more aggressive at moments which raised the stakes, such as when Pranitha's stroking hand reached up and undid his boxers, deftly releasing them and then slipping down inside to wrap her slim digits around his throbbing manhood. She immediately started to stroke him again, feeling simply sublime as she worked to get his boxers down a bit, making their kisses really climb in intensity as his hand worked both her pussy and her breasts, pulling and pinching at her now very hard nipples as he circled her clit, before his hand dove deeper into her bikini bottoms as his fingertips slipped over her juicy, leaking entrance, making her shiver. He wasted no time whatsoever in curling his finger to press his middle finger into her haven, bending his hand to let him push his whole finger up into her wonderfully hot, slippery pussy, Pranitha sighing satisfiedly with an open smile as she helped by pressing down onto him completely while he nibbled at her lip.

She gave a murmur of pleasure as she locked into more kissing with him, her hand giving a good squeeze of his cock, making it surge in her hand, urging her to stroke him a little faster for a moment, not wanting to rush him as she started to ride just a little on his penetrating finger. Pulling his hand back, she gave a grunt as he quickly added a second, stretching her open a little bit more, but still not as much as his decent sized cock would do, feeling his thick member pulsing in her hand as she stroked him carefully, ready to get it inside her now. He worked his fingers in her pussy, hooking back to seek her G-spot, making her feel the deep, rumbling sensations of pleasure inside her that such stimulation caused, her pussy getting even wetter round his fingers.

Kissing passionately, Pranitha almost didn't realise what he was doing as his fingers slipped out of her and his arms locked around her smooth back under her arms, suddenly pulling her forwards into his lap. They just worked perfectly in sync, Pranitha spreading her thighs and pulling her legs up to wrap them round his hips, dropping her spare hand to her crotch as she continued to squeeze him as he pulled her into place. Pulling her bikini aside, she held his cock up for herself, absolutely granite hard and waiting for her as she pushed up with her thighs, rocking her hips a moment to work him between her puffy lips before she sank down, his bulbous head popping into her incredibly wet, soft pussy with the slightest pressure, both of them gasping at the fantastic feeling. His hand slid up her arched back and grabbed a handful of her long, dark hair, pulling her down harder so her pussy swallowed his entire cock, Pranitha grabbing Hemant's shoulders as she shuddered at him pressing deep into her.

Grinding together a moment, they just breathed heavily at their connection and then resumed their heavy kissing, tongues fighting even more aggressively now. Pranitha lifted herself on his cock, right to the head, before pushing down once more, feeling him shake beneath her, his hands sliding down to her hips now to control the pace. Helping to lift her, Hemant also thrust up into her as he pulled her down, quickly governing and building a quick, deep rhythm that had his cock stretching and probing areas deep inside the Mehta family princess she'd forgotten were there. Their kisses became hungry, gasping efforts as they fucked, their bodies fitted together so perfectly as they fornicated, kissing and biting at each others necks and shoulders, Pranitha's toes digging into the sand to gain leverage as they had sex right there in the ground.

That didn't last long however, as their rampant lust took over, and so did he. He pushed up from the sand with a turn and then slammed her down firmly on the beach, landing on top of her to pin her down and keep on fucking her, pushing her hair back from her face to kiss her further as he pumped his hips deeply between her toned legs. She pulled him tightly over her, leaning over his shoulder as she gasped heavily for air, pushing and rolling her hips for him as they screwed on the beach, feeling the damp sand pressed into her back as he drilled her, just loving every moment and every inch of the passionate fuck she was getting.

Reaching down, Hemant hooked her legs up under the knees, pulling them up and spreading them open for him as he leaned up and started fucking her a little harder but slower, really working to jam his cock as deep and hard into her as possible, making her give a strained grunt with every one as his head bashed into her cervix. He was completely controlling her now, and she let him, laid flat on her back on the sand, looking up at him. She grunted as he slammed his cock deep and hard, making her feel at her limit but wonderfully tested. Their eyes met, locked together as he pumped in every last millimetre of his cock to her soft pussy, unable to get any more into her. Hemant gave a particularly hard thrust and Pranitha winced, her pussy clenching delightfully around him, squeezing at his cock and spurring him to pick it up. Pranitha just squealed in pleasure as Hemant pounded on her very hard, fast and deep for a few moments, absolutely overwhelmed by the smash-and-grab tactics on her womb.

With one deep thrust and a grind, he slipped himself out of her snatch, making her open her beautiful eyes to see why, to be greeted by his hands grabbing her bikini bottoms and pulling them down her legs, revealing her pussy and its nicely trimmed pubic hair. She had a nice shady outline of very short dark hair above her pussy. His eyes stayed locked on it as he pulled her black bikini off, allowing Pranitha to quickly take the initiative to pull her feet up and get her toes into Hemant's partially removed boxers, pushing them down his legs a bit to give him the hint to finish the job, discarding them onto the sand with her bottoms.

He suddenly grabbed her hand and pulled her up from the beach, and as she rocked to her knees he suddenly dropped onto his back and pulled her over his crotch, grinding onto his hard cock. Pranitha just gave a smile at Hemant's grin from sneakily pulling her on top and lifted herself up from him, letting his cock spring up behind her dripping, loosened pussy, loving how hard he was for her. Reaching back over her firm bum, she held him in position and then pushed back, making him thrust in response, allowing her wonderfully wet pussy to engulf his manhood as they both sighed deeply once more. There was no problem now in pushing herself all the way down on the first thrust, just sinking down to get all of him inside her, feeling him fit just right as she gave a shiver, his hands sliding to her hips. Looking down, she could see him looking up at her, her pretty face, long hair, perky but fleshy breasts, slim waist and thick, small dark V of hair, right above where her juicy snatch was wrapped tightly round his cock.

He gave a shudder and a groan as she squeezed her pussy as tight as possible on him, absolutely vice like, before she started to ride, holding his shoulders as his fingers trailed through her soft pubic hair. She arched her back to push her lovely boobs out towards him as he thrust up to meet her as she pushed down on his erection, building up the pace till she was pumping down hard on him, her tight ass slapping against his thighs. She knew she was doing something right for him as she rode, squeezing her pussy, as his hand grabbed at her breast, giving an enthusiastic grope, and at her firm ass, taking a good hold on it. Pranitha didn't mind, loving her body being worshipped in such a way as she rode Hemant's cock hard, leaning down to kiss him passionately, jolting her hips on his cock in short, sharp thrusts to work at his head, feeling him arch in pleasure beneath her. She moved down to him at his neck as she worked her hips, rolling and rotating them as much as possible to really stimulate the tip of his thick cock. Kneeling back up over him, she squeezed her pussy tight again, making him shiver, only this time she didn't release. She worked out, and could hold her muscles well, and with that she pushed down onto Hemant, feeling his rock hard cock drive up through her tight pussy, stretching her out as his hands grabbed her hips and pulled her down to make her take it, stirring up his dominance and lust once more.

Hemant quite forcefully pushed Pranitha off his cock, onto her knees on the sand beside him. Quickly pulling up to his knees himself, he pushed her down to all fours with an easy shove to her back, Pranitha evidently quite aware what Hemant wanted to do to her and happy to welcome it, feeling the sweat crawling on her sandy back. She gave a gasp as his hand connected hard with her ass, delivering a good spank to her firm rear, Pranitha was shocked , as she didn't expect Hemant to be a spanker. And then he grabbed her hips and pressed his cock to her juicy opening. She didn't wait for him, shoving back hard to get him inside her, feeling him almost fall over her back as he just slipped deeply into her silky haven, his cock surging inside her, hardening a little. Pranitha knew it wouldn't be long now, Hemant was close, and so was she.

"Ahh....ahhh....ahhh"

She gave a murmur of pleasure at the rough, scratching sensation of him brushing sand from her back as they built up a rhythm again quickly, pumping down into her, rubbing over her G-spot now and quickly making her orgasm gather inside her, making her realise she'd cum a lot sooner than she thought. She started to fuck back harder onto him, reaching down to give her clit a good, firm rub to take her close as fast as possible. Pranitha could tell by the way he was fucking her that Hemant was getting close, as he had a tight hold on her waist and was pumping vigorously into her and going deep into her pussy, not quite with the primal lust of an imminent climax but clearly close. It was a treat for her then that her orgasm was breaking on her now, and she withdrew her hand to dig it back into the sand with her other one, shoving back hard on him now to get him as deep as possible and spur him to pick up the pace.

"mhhmm.....ahhh.....mmm....mmmgghhmm"

She wasn't disappointed, as after few speechless moments of him pounding her like she'd never felt she burst into a huge orgasm, her whole body tightening up, back arching and pussy clenching on his invading cock. It didn't stop him though, he continued to slam against her ass, lighting her body up even more as her orgasm rushed through her, making her arms shake beneath her as she wailed her ecstasy to the secluded beach, crashing waves and soaking sweat. Both of them were absolutely dripping wet now from the sweat of their exertion, Pranitha feeling his fingers dig into her side as he suddenly pounded on her with the kind of primal lust she expected when he was about to cum. He was worried that she'd ask him to pull out, but was delighted and even more turned on when at the slightest hesitation she suddenly thrust back hard to take him, signalling that she was his to own and fill up.

"aahhh.....aahhh....aaahhh.....ahhhmmm"

Grabbing her waist hard he just went for it, letting instinct take over as he pounded on her, holding back as long as possible, hearing Pranitha screaming with pleasure as his hard fucking of her made her climax again immediately on the bounce in a multiple orgasm, her pussy pulsing and squeezing at Hemant, desperate for his sperm. As he reached his peak he fucked her harder and faster than he knew he could, almost knocking her face down in the sand he was so energetic, pushing up on his toes a bit before jamming himself hard into her, the hardest he had in their first ever session. Hemant felt something give a little inside her as he did, Pranitha knowing it as her cervix yielding, and then exploded deep inside her with a loud cry of release and pleasure, Pranitha loving it as his cock swelled even bigger and harder inside her velvet tunnel. She relished the feel of his cock repeating this several times as Hemant ejaculated heavily within her, shuddering and withdrawing a little then pulling her back by her hips to pull depth with each one, until with one last push, he relaxed, rocking back down on his heels and pulling her with him so she knelt, still embedded on his twitching, softening cock.

Pulling forward slowly, Pranitha slipped off his cock, hearing Hemant gasp as his now sensitive head slid past her tight entrance, though it wasn't so tight after the fucking he'd just given her. She dropped down onto the sand on her side, exhausted after how hard he'd just taken her, looking to him as he lowered himself down beside her, neither of them caring they lay naked on the beach, just pulling in close to one another and sharing a deep, soulful kiss to wrap up their fantastic shag in the wake of their fantastic orgasms. Cuddling close together, they just lay blissfully for a few minutes with each other. As the sun lowered toward the horizon, painting the sky in rose and molten gold, their movements came to a halt but now there was something deeper, more connected. A merging of desire and comfort, of vulnerability and strength.

For Hemant, who had lived so long in old nightmares and broken family darkness, this felt dangerously close to light.

And as the last edge of the sun dipped beneath the sea, he realized something unsettling—

This wasn’t just passion. It was attachment.

The drive from Zandvoort to Noordwijk was wrapped in a comfortable silence, broken only by the low hum of the engine and the occasional shared glance that reignited what they had just experienced. Sand clung stubbornly to their skin and clothes, evidence of a reckless, sun-soaked surrender neither of them regretted.

By the time they entered her hotel suite in Noordwijk, the evening light had softened into a pale silver glow through the tall windows. The room was elegant—muted tones, modern art, and the faint scent of jasmine drifting from somewhere unseen.

Pranitha shut the door behind them and leaned against it, studying him with a slow smile. 

"You’re joining me in the shower" she said, brushing sand from his shoulder.

Hemant arched a brow, though the answer was already written in his eyes. 

"I wouldn’t refuse" he replied quietly.

The bathroom was spacious, all glass and marble, steam rising as warm water cascaded from above. Under the spray, the last traces of sand dissolved, trailing away at their feet. Hemant let his gaze linger over her silhouette—every curve illuminated by the diffused light filtering through frosted glass. There was admiration in the way he looked at her, not just hunger.

Pranitha noticed the change in his breathing, the subtle shift in his posture. She stepped closer, fingertips tracing his chest with teasing deliberation. 

"Careful....We have plans tonight. A very high-profile party. I need you composed" 

She murmured, a playful warning in her tone. 

"You’re the one who insisted on this" He gave a low chuckle. 

"And I don’t regret it...but I do intend to show you off later" she replied smoothly. 

"I didn’t exactly pack for galas and champagne diplomacy" 

He leaned his forehead briefly against hers. She smiled with a confidence that only deepened his intrigue. 

"I know. Don’t worry—I've arranged something for you"

The steam thickened around them, conversation dissolving into touch once more—slower this time, less urgent than the beach, but no less intimate. The water traced paths over intertwined forms, and for a while, the world beyond the glass walls ceased to exist.
When they finally stepped out, wrapped in plush white towels, the mirror fogged behind them, Pranitha tilted her head mischievously. 

"Honestly...I prefer you like this. Just a towel. Saves me the trouble of undressing you later" 

She teased, eyeing him appreciatively, Hemant smirked. 

"Tempting. But I doubt my employees at YOD Enterprise would approve of that dress code"

She laughed, moving toward the garment rack near the bed. 

"Good thing this isn’t a company meet"

With a dramatic flourish, she revealed the outfit she had prepared—a dark velvet-silk textured suit, impeccably tailored, paired with a maroon velvet shirt beneath. The fabric caught the light with understated luxury.

"Try it" she urged.

Moments later, Hemant stood before the mirror, adjusting the cuff, studying his reflection. The deep tones sharpened his features, the cut of the suit emphasizing his frame. He looked less like a businessman escaping for pleasure and more like a man who commanded rooms without raising his voice.
The wardrobe door clicked open behind him.

He turned.

Pranitha stepped out wearing a maroon glittering dress that mirrored his palette perfectly. The fabric shimmered subtly with every movement, a high slit revealing the elegant line of her leg as she walked toward him. The dress hugged her form without excess, refined yet undeniably captivating.



For a moment, neither spoke. They simply admired each other.

"You planned this" he said softly.

"Of course...we're making an entrance together" she replied. 

She reached up, straightening his collar, then rose onto her toes to kiss him—slow, deliberate, filled with promise rather than urgency. It was the kind of kiss that said the night was only beginning.

When they pulled apart, their reflections stood side by side in the mirror—dark velvet and shimmering maroon, power and allure intertwined. Hand in hand, they turned toward the door, ready to step into the lights of a world that saw them only as elegance and influence. Neither of them spoke of what still burned beneath the surface.

They didn’t need to.

                                                                                                                                     (CHAPTER TO BE CONTD)