17-04-2026, 05:15 PM
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Rakesh reached the rear of the car, pulse racing. Two tall, thickly built men sat on heavy Royal Enfields, engines idling. Both were dark, sun-burnt, with thick bushy moustaches and the kind of powerful frames that screamed years of tough service. The older one — around 39 or 40 — had sharp, predatory eyes that scanned everything at once. He would be around 6 feet tall with biceps big enough to lift his heavy bike. He looked even more ominous when he got out after turning down the engine of his bike. His Shirt stretched tight across a broad hairy chest with thick black hair peeping out of the open top shirt button. The younger one, four or five years junior, looked less intimidating— though he also had a physique which spoke of either cop or military.
Rakesh got his heart pulsating, are they really cops , he tried to push a brave face...
"Ji Bhaisaab"
The taller thicker man raised a hand politely and spoke with eased authority “Sorry to bother you Bhaisaab , We had a puncture. Do you have a tyre puncture kit? " The man walked ahead in confident strides,, the second man added "Mister ... It’s hard to find a workshop on this stretch of the highway… ”
Rakesh felt a rush of relief. They are neither cops nor most probably knew what they were doing ! “Yes, I have one. Let me get it.” Rakesh still stammered ...
He turned towards the boot, buying time. Monica, hearing everything, tiptoed quickly to the passenger side, reached through the open window, grabbed her cream turtleneck, and pulled it over her head in one frantic motion. The fabric stuck slightly to the drying cum on her cleavage, but she was atleast covered. She let out a shaky breath.
The taller man watched Rakesh with calm eyes. Rakesh smiled " Ji , its on the other side of the hood , wait I will get it "
“Thank you Bhaisaab "
Monica stepped out from behind the wall, fully dressed now, cheeks still flushed. She recognised them instantly — the same two men from the dhaba paan shop earlier. They had actually helped her give change when she stepped down to buy cigarettes!
Tezpal’s eyes flicked to her, lingering a second too long on her chest, as if he could sense something was off beneath the sweater.
Rakesh pulled out the puncture kit from behind the hood and gave to the taller heavier man .
The man took it " Thanks Bhaisaab , Bahut shukriya Ji , by the way I’m Tezpal. This is my colleague Jung Bahadur.
We are both from the para military ... Are you guys in for a holiday ?"
Tezpal spoke slowly while adjusting the rear wheel over the spanner - his biceps thickening as he pushed the spanner hard ...
Rakesh nodded " Ha bhaisaab , travelling to Manali ..you guys ?"
Monica was searching for a bottle of mineral water , her mouth still filled with Rakesh's cum which she could not swallow whole..
The man named Tezpal greeted Monica by waving his hand " Hello Memsaab"
Monica rinsed her mouth and smiled " Namaste Bhaisaab, thanks for the change , us time jaldi pe thi so I couldn't ask you guys your names "
The other shorter guy spoke for the first time in a weird Hindi " Memsaab I am Jung Bahadur and he is Tezpal!! "
They chatted for a while and as things turned out they were both heading to Manali
" This is our old ritual.. every new year we take leave and explore the mountains .. You guys are coming from Delhi ?"
Tezpal asked trying to replace with the spare wheel.
" No Noida Tezpal ji " replied Rakesh as both he and Jung bahadur helped him to push the replaced the wheel.
Rakesh pushed the spare wheel over the arc , forcing a smile. “Noida? Small world… we’re from there too.”
" Woow which sector ?" Monica asked
" 65 " Jang Bahadur started the bike as a dust bowl erupted behind the wheel
" Thats close , we just shifted to sector 62 , by the way I am Monica and my hubby Rakesh "
“Let me guess you guys are Sharma ? ” Tezpal said, voice smooth and warm,
“ No .. we are Patel , but yea Monica's maiden name is Sharma" Rakesh grinned
Tezpal chuckled, “Thanks Rakesh bhai , we are done boss! Bahut shukriya again ”
The conversation flowed a more as Tezpal and Jung Bahadur sat on the grass to wash hands "
Monica asked politely " Bhaisaab you need water to wash ?"
Tezpal: “No Memsaab , we are soldiers , used to dirt and mud by the way where you guys work? ”
Rakesh : “Yes, I work for Delhi metro and my wife in a manager in a Life Insurance company ! You both look like proper soldiers though. Border duty must have been tough.”
Tezpal: “It was tough, but we enjoyed it. Now in Delhi cantonment , it’s a bit more peaceful.”
Jung Bahadur: “How long are you staying in Manali?”
Monica: “About 3-4 days. College gang reunion. Old friends from the US are coming.”
Tezpal: “Sounds like a lot of fun. If we bump into each other there, we must have a drink. After all we are Noida neighbours ”
Rakesh grinned and waved at them.
They whizzed past in their noisy bullet when Monica smiled " Fuck what was that Rak ? We were almost caught !" Monica exhaled as Rakesh followed the bikes.
" Yea good little adventure No ? " Rakesh giggled ...
Monica made a face " What would have happened if these two saw me topless? Have you looked at their sizes .. would have taken me surely behind the wall and made me suck their cocks as well !"
" Relax , baby .. they are patrol officers " Rakesh said while over taking a slow moving car
Monica giggled " by the way you fucking came like a buffalo .. must have poured gallons on me "
" Shona , if you get naked in full open and lick my balls the way you did .. you expect anything else "
" Ok hero , dont make me horny again , concentrate on the road , mountains are starting "
As they reached the Himachal Pradesh checkpoint, they again met Tezpal and Jung bahadur.
The official looked at Rakesh and said " Sir , dont drive alone on the mountains with madam !" Then looking at Tezpal said " Bhaisaab you guys travel together, safe for all of you!"
Monica asked little worried " why but ?"
" Dacoits madam , Chalie drive safely .. good night "
Jung Bahadur assured Rakesh firmly " Dont worry lets go together, you follow our bikes "
They reached Manali by night. The hotel was beautiful, wooden balconies overlooking snow-dusted peaks. But the road was torture , dimly lit , deserted and highly unsafe.
The roads were dug up in between with shady men oogling at them at the dead of the night.
When Rakesh switched off the ignition of his car , he knew how helpful Tezpal and Jung have been , it would be really risky without them ,
Monica told Rakesh " Man , how sweet and responsible both are , escorted us right at the gate of the hotel in this fucking freezing winter "
Rakesh nodded and got out of the car and shook Tezpal's iron fist in gratitude " you both were saviors Tejpal ji "
Tejpal smiled " koi nahi .. you guys take rest , we will get going !"
Rakesh interrupted " Hey Tejpal .. whats this ? You guys escorted us all the way and where will you both go in this freezing night ?"
Jung laughed " dont worry hero , we are used to it "
Monica protested " No tezpal ji , not fair , its snowing around and you guys dont have bookings .. do one thing stay with us here no? !"
Tezpal shook his head " Aree memsaab No No , this is your private booked property , we have a nice hotel in the mall dont worry " He started the ignition of the bike ..
Thats when the hotel receptionist came forward
" Saab the road to city is closed due to snowfall , we have a very nice spare room , please stay here , we will give you good discount, please Sir business is really bad , so we give you discount, dont go anywhere "
Jung Bahadur looked at Tezpal and laughed " This guy is pleading Boss , what say ?"
Tezpal put his hands on the receptionist and told " Thik hai , tension mat le , saab log ke samaan andar le ke ja "
Rakesh chuckled " Thats more like it guys , I m sure you will like the property "
Tezpal nodded " Yea"
Monica teased Tezpal " Dude , when I requested .. look how you guys were giving all excuses and when this receptionist spoke , you were all bought , huh how do you know their business is bad huh ?"
Rakesh and Jung laughed as Tezpal said " Because we did not want to be trespassers Monica, Simple!"
" Come on Tezpal , you can do better!" Monica playfully smiled..
They all chatted over coffee at the reception as they gathered around a fireplace
" Are you still scared of the dacoits Memsaab ?" Now it was turn of Jung Bahadur to tease Monica
" When exactly did I tell I was scared mister ? " Monica snapped back playfully...
Rakesh smiled " Come on Mon , dont be so ungrateful, atleast accept you were trembling in the car !"
Monica protested laughing " Rakesh you are supposed to be on my side " all of them laughed heartily
Soon , Jung Bahadur brought out a large bottle of Single malt whiskey and said to the waiter to arrange for ice and coke.
Monica said " guys, I am really tired , you guys bond over whiskey, I will call it a night tonight please dont mind !"
Tezpal protested" Rakesh tell your biwi man , she has the best collection of jokes , she cant go away like this!" Jung nodded and said " No No you stay " and neatly served whiskey on all four glasses ..
Rakesh sipping the whiskey winked" Mon one glass please !"
" Guys! I am just so damn sleepy trust me, i would just doze off here , better i will listen all the fun stories tomorrow morning huh !"
Tezpal got up and told Rakesh " Okay ..Rakesh ji you guys take up the bigger couple room , we will manage in the smaller room with separate beds What say Jung ? "
He nodded and drank the whole glass.
Monica looked at her husband and said " There is only one key ...I will not bolt the door you get in just by pushing "
" Ok honey good night "
" Good night Rak, Dont drink too much you are already tired"
" No , i wont baby , you go and sleep!"
As Monica walked slowly away , both Tezpal and Jung did not miss the sexy jiggle of her ass under the tight skinny jeans , the kind of ass both soldiers dreamt of spanking and fucking during the harsh winters of North India. They would sit in their freezing bunkers and yank off under the blanket till their thick cocks ached and turn blood red ! Jung bahadur thought there is no way he can sleep today without shagging thinking about Monica's ass. Just that he was so horny he wanted a room all for himself where he could have shagged in peace.
The moment she closed the door of her room, Monica yanked off her turtleneck and then the cum-stained white lace bra in one quick motion. The dried streaks were still visible on her skin. She tossed the bra onto the bed . She wanted to sleep naked , but the men were drinking right outside the room. So she wore a tiny flimsy slip which unfortunately covered nothing and crashed on the sack !
The next morning in Manali was crisp and bright, the kind of winter sunshine that made the snow-dusted peaks sparkle like diamonds. Monica woke up first, almost naked in the flimsy slip , her body pleasantly sore and sticky in all the right places. Rakesh was snoring softly beside her. She slipped out of bed, the dried streaks of yesterday’s cum still faintly visible on her heavy breasts, and padded to the bathroom. A quick hot shower washed away the evidence, but the memory of that public blowjob — and the two men who had almost caught her with Rakesh’s load dripping down her cleavage — kept her pussy tingling.
By the time Rakesh stirred, Monica was already dressed in a soft white sweater that hugged her full tits and a pair of tight black leggings that made her round ass look obscene. She kissed him awake with a filthy little smile.
“Morning, baby. Ready for the gang to arrive? Or should I suck you off again before they get here?”
Rakesh groaned, pulling her down for a deep kiss. “hhhhh Mon. That blowjob yesterday… fuck, I still can’t believe you swallowed me like that in full open.”
Monica laughed, grinding against his morning hardness. “And I still have the taste of your cock inside me , But save it for later. Today is our reunion day.”
By late afternoon, the dream get-together finally began. Vishal and Saloni arrived first, looking exhausted from the delayed flight but beaming the moment they saw Monica and Rakesh in the hotel lobby. Deepak rolled in an hour later from Chandigarh, and the five of them exploded into hugs, laughter, and longing love,their eyes glistening with pure tears!!
“Finally! Two whole years, you bastards!” Vishal boomed, pulling Rakesh into a bear hug. Saloni squealed and tackled Monica, kissing her cheek.
“Monica, you look even hotter than before, you bitch! Marriage suits you.”
Deepak grinned, slinging an arm around both women. “College gang is back, baby! ”
They spent the whole evening and late into the night in the cozy lounge by the fireplace — five old friends who were more family than friends. Tezpal and Jung Bahadur joined them after dinner, invited by Rakesh. The two men sat a little apart at first, but the whiskey flowed and the conversation turned loud and easy.
Vishal raised his glass. “To old friends and new adventures”
Saloni clinked glasses with Monica. “And to finally getting sloshed together again. I missed this so much.”
The talk flowed naturally, jumping from topic to topic as old friends do.
Rakesh: “Pollution in Delhi is killing us, yaar. Noida is no better now.”
Vishal: “Tell me about it.. You guys still breathing that poison every day?”
Monica laughed. “We moved to a quieter satellite town. Less pollution, more peace… much cleaner air”
Tezpal, sipping his whiskey slowly, smiled at her across the table. “Come on I smoke 10 cigarettes a day , Delhi air cant be worse ”
Monica met his eyes with a calm, sassy smile. “Exactly Tezpal ji , its not that bad media makes it to be , I agree”
Jung Bahadur chuckled. “Arre madam, these bastard media houses are all competing to destroy India ”
Monica shrugged playfully. “ Chill maro Jung bhai , no one can till we have soldiers like you ”
Saloni pulled Monica " babe you have cigarette ? , come no .. you guys continue..we will join in sometime!"
Saloni went out with Monica , while the men talked politics inside
Saloni (softly, giggling): “Fuck, Mon… Tezpal hasn’t taken his eyes off your tits the whole night. That man is eye-fucking you so hard I can feel it from here. Look at those arms… I bet he could pin you down, rip your leggings off and fuck you senseless without even breaking a sweat.”
Monica whispered back, biting her lip, voice low and filthy. “Saloni please he .. he is a soldier .. have some respect!!”
Saloni’s eyes widened, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “God, I’d let him ruin me in a heartbeat. Bet his cock is thick and veiny, the kind that stretches you so wide you can’t walk straight the next day”
Monica stifled a soft laughter, “Stop… you’re making it worse. Dont give the horny bastard easy chances!! ”
Saloni giggled quietly. “We’re both such whores. Tomorrow we’ll compare notes if that dangerous bastard tries anything.”
Monica winked.
The group conversation continued, loud and lively.
Deepak: “Trump is back in the news again. Geo-politics is going crazy.”
Vishal: “Man, the world is on fire. Parents keep asking when we’re having kids. Saloni and I are like — give us a break, we’re still young!”
Saloni: “Exactly! we’re too busy living first.”
Monica: “Same here. Rakesh’s parents keep dropping hints”
Saloni looked at Tezpal " hey Tezpal , what about you , you are married ?"
“Yaa , madam . Though Jung Bahadur is still searching for a girl.” he smirked
Jung Bahadur smiled dry and raised his glass. “To new friends and old memories!”
The night stretched on — politics, parents, pollution, Trump, border stories from Tezpal and Jung, college nostalgia from the five friends. Whiskey flowed freely. Laughter echoed in the wooden lounge.
Later, when the group finally broke up for the night, Saloni pulled Monica aside for one last private whisper near the staircase before retiring for the night
Rakesh reached the rear of the car, pulse racing. Two tall, thickly built men sat on heavy Royal Enfields, engines idling. Both were dark, sun-burnt, with thick bushy moustaches and the kind of powerful frames that screamed years of tough service. The older one — around 39 or 40 — had sharp, predatory eyes that scanned everything at once. He would be around 6 feet tall with biceps big enough to lift his heavy bike. He looked even more ominous when he got out after turning down the engine of his bike. His Shirt stretched tight across a broad hairy chest with thick black hair peeping out of the open top shirt button. The younger one, four or five years junior, looked less intimidating— though he also had a physique which spoke of either cop or military.
Rakesh got his heart pulsating, are they really cops , he tried to push a brave face...
"Ji Bhaisaab"
The taller thicker man raised a hand politely and spoke with eased authority “Sorry to bother you Bhaisaab , We had a puncture. Do you have a tyre puncture kit? " The man walked ahead in confident strides,, the second man added "Mister ... It’s hard to find a workshop on this stretch of the highway… ”
Rakesh felt a rush of relief. They are neither cops nor most probably knew what they were doing ! “Yes, I have one. Let me get it.” Rakesh still stammered ...
He turned towards the boot, buying time. Monica, hearing everything, tiptoed quickly to the passenger side, reached through the open window, grabbed her cream turtleneck, and pulled it over her head in one frantic motion. The fabric stuck slightly to the drying cum on her cleavage, but she was atleast covered. She let out a shaky breath.
The taller man watched Rakesh with calm eyes. Rakesh smiled " Ji , its on the other side of the hood , wait I will get it "
“Thank you Bhaisaab "
Monica stepped out from behind the wall, fully dressed now, cheeks still flushed. She recognised them instantly — the same two men from the dhaba paan shop earlier. They had actually helped her give change when she stepped down to buy cigarettes!
Tezpal’s eyes flicked to her, lingering a second too long on her chest, as if he could sense something was off beneath the sweater.
Rakesh pulled out the puncture kit from behind the hood and gave to the taller heavier man .
The man took it " Thanks Bhaisaab , Bahut shukriya Ji , by the way I’m Tezpal. This is my colleague Jung Bahadur.
We are both from the para military ... Are you guys in for a holiday ?"
Tezpal spoke slowly while adjusting the rear wheel over the spanner - his biceps thickening as he pushed the spanner hard ...
Rakesh nodded " Ha bhaisaab , travelling to Manali ..you guys ?"
Monica was searching for a bottle of mineral water , her mouth still filled with Rakesh's cum which she could not swallow whole..
The man named Tezpal greeted Monica by waving his hand " Hello Memsaab"
Monica rinsed her mouth and smiled " Namaste Bhaisaab, thanks for the change , us time jaldi pe thi so I couldn't ask you guys your names "
The other shorter guy spoke for the first time in a weird Hindi " Memsaab I am Jung Bahadur and he is Tezpal!! "
They chatted for a while and as things turned out they were both heading to Manali
" This is our old ritual.. every new year we take leave and explore the mountains .. You guys are coming from Delhi ?"
Tezpal asked trying to replace with the spare wheel.
" No Noida Tezpal ji " replied Rakesh as both he and Jung bahadur helped him to push the replaced the wheel.
Rakesh pushed the spare wheel over the arc , forcing a smile. “Noida? Small world… we’re from there too.”
" Woow which sector ?" Monica asked
" 65 " Jang Bahadur started the bike as a dust bowl erupted behind the wheel
" Thats close , we just shifted to sector 62 , by the way I am Monica and my hubby Rakesh "
“Let me guess you guys are Sharma ? ” Tezpal said, voice smooth and warm,
“ No .. we are Patel , but yea Monica's maiden name is Sharma" Rakesh grinned
Tezpal chuckled, “Thanks Rakesh bhai , we are done boss! Bahut shukriya again ”
The conversation flowed a more as Tezpal and Jung Bahadur sat on the grass to wash hands "
Monica asked politely " Bhaisaab you need water to wash ?"
Tezpal: “No Memsaab , we are soldiers , used to dirt and mud by the way where you guys work? ”
Rakesh : “Yes, I work for Delhi metro and my wife in a manager in a Life Insurance company ! You both look like proper soldiers though. Border duty must have been tough.”
Tezpal: “It was tough, but we enjoyed it. Now in Delhi cantonment , it’s a bit more peaceful.”
Jung Bahadur: “How long are you staying in Manali?”
Monica: “About 3-4 days. College gang reunion. Old friends from the US are coming.”
Tezpal: “Sounds like a lot of fun. If we bump into each other there, we must have a drink. After all we are Noida neighbours ”
Rakesh grinned and waved at them.
They whizzed past in their noisy bullet when Monica smiled " Fuck what was that Rak ? We were almost caught !" Monica exhaled as Rakesh followed the bikes.
" Yea good little adventure No ? " Rakesh giggled ...
Monica made a face " What would have happened if these two saw me topless? Have you looked at their sizes .. would have taken me surely behind the wall and made me suck their cocks as well !"
" Relax , baby .. they are patrol officers " Rakesh said while over taking a slow moving car
Monica giggled " by the way you fucking came like a buffalo .. must have poured gallons on me "
" Shona , if you get naked in full open and lick my balls the way you did .. you expect anything else "
" Ok hero , dont make me horny again , concentrate on the road , mountains are starting "
As they reached the Himachal Pradesh checkpoint, they again met Tezpal and Jung bahadur.
The official looked at Rakesh and said " Sir , dont drive alone on the mountains with madam !" Then looking at Tezpal said " Bhaisaab you guys travel together, safe for all of you!"
Monica asked little worried " why but ?"
" Dacoits madam , Chalie drive safely .. good night "
Jung Bahadur assured Rakesh firmly " Dont worry lets go together, you follow our bikes "
They reached Manali by night. The hotel was beautiful, wooden balconies overlooking snow-dusted peaks. But the road was torture , dimly lit , deserted and highly unsafe.
The roads were dug up in between with shady men oogling at them at the dead of the night.
When Rakesh switched off the ignition of his car , he knew how helpful Tezpal and Jung have been , it would be really risky without them ,
Monica told Rakesh " Man , how sweet and responsible both are , escorted us right at the gate of the hotel in this fucking freezing winter "
Rakesh nodded and got out of the car and shook Tezpal's iron fist in gratitude " you both were saviors Tejpal ji "
Tejpal smiled " koi nahi .. you guys take rest , we will get going !"
Rakesh interrupted " Hey Tejpal .. whats this ? You guys escorted us all the way and where will you both go in this freezing night ?"
Jung laughed " dont worry hero , we are used to it "
Monica protested " No tezpal ji , not fair , its snowing around and you guys dont have bookings .. do one thing stay with us here no? !"
Tezpal shook his head " Aree memsaab No No , this is your private booked property , we have a nice hotel in the mall dont worry " He started the ignition of the bike ..
Thats when the hotel receptionist came forward
" Saab the road to city is closed due to snowfall , we have a very nice spare room , please stay here , we will give you good discount, please Sir business is really bad , so we give you discount, dont go anywhere "
Jung Bahadur looked at Tezpal and laughed " This guy is pleading Boss , what say ?"
Tezpal put his hands on the receptionist and told " Thik hai , tension mat le , saab log ke samaan andar le ke ja "
Rakesh chuckled " Thats more like it guys , I m sure you will like the property "
Tezpal nodded " Yea"
Monica teased Tezpal " Dude , when I requested .. look how you guys were giving all excuses and when this receptionist spoke , you were all bought , huh how do you know their business is bad huh ?"
Rakesh and Jung laughed as Tezpal said " Because we did not want to be trespassers Monica, Simple!"
" Come on Tezpal , you can do better!" Monica playfully smiled..
They all chatted over coffee at the reception as they gathered around a fireplace
" Are you still scared of the dacoits Memsaab ?" Now it was turn of Jung Bahadur to tease Monica
" When exactly did I tell I was scared mister ? " Monica snapped back playfully...
Rakesh smiled " Come on Mon , dont be so ungrateful, atleast accept you were trembling in the car !"
Monica protested laughing " Rakesh you are supposed to be on my side " all of them laughed heartily
Soon , Jung Bahadur brought out a large bottle of Single malt whiskey and said to the waiter to arrange for ice and coke.
Monica said " guys, I am really tired , you guys bond over whiskey, I will call it a night tonight please dont mind !"
Tezpal protested" Rakesh tell your biwi man , she has the best collection of jokes , she cant go away like this!" Jung nodded and said " No No you stay " and neatly served whiskey on all four glasses ..
Rakesh sipping the whiskey winked" Mon one glass please !"
" Guys! I am just so damn sleepy trust me, i would just doze off here , better i will listen all the fun stories tomorrow morning huh !"
Tezpal got up and told Rakesh " Okay ..Rakesh ji you guys take up the bigger couple room , we will manage in the smaller room with separate beds What say Jung ? "
He nodded and drank the whole glass.
Monica looked at her husband and said " There is only one key ...I will not bolt the door you get in just by pushing "
" Ok honey good night "
" Good night Rak, Dont drink too much you are already tired"
" No , i wont baby , you go and sleep!"
As Monica walked slowly away , both Tezpal and Jung did not miss the sexy jiggle of her ass under the tight skinny jeans , the kind of ass both soldiers dreamt of spanking and fucking during the harsh winters of North India. They would sit in their freezing bunkers and yank off under the blanket till their thick cocks ached and turn blood red ! Jung bahadur thought there is no way he can sleep today without shagging thinking about Monica's ass. Just that he was so horny he wanted a room all for himself where he could have shagged in peace.
The moment she closed the door of her room, Monica yanked off her turtleneck and then the cum-stained white lace bra in one quick motion. The dried streaks were still visible on her skin. She tossed the bra onto the bed . She wanted to sleep naked , but the men were drinking right outside the room. So she wore a tiny flimsy slip which unfortunately covered nothing and crashed on the sack !
The next morning in Manali was crisp and bright, the kind of winter sunshine that made the snow-dusted peaks sparkle like diamonds. Monica woke up first, almost naked in the flimsy slip , her body pleasantly sore and sticky in all the right places. Rakesh was snoring softly beside her. She slipped out of bed, the dried streaks of yesterday’s cum still faintly visible on her heavy breasts, and padded to the bathroom. A quick hot shower washed away the evidence, but the memory of that public blowjob — and the two men who had almost caught her with Rakesh’s load dripping down her cleavage — kept her pussy tingling.
By the time Rakesh stirred, Monica was already dressed in a soft white sweater that hugged her full tits and a pair of tight black leggings that made her round ass look obscene. She kissed him awake with a filthy little smile.
“Morning, baby. Ready for the gang to arrive? Or should I suck you off again before they get here?”
Rakesh groaned, pulling her down for a deep kiss. “hhhhh Mon. That blowjob yesterday… fuck, I still can’t believe you swallowed me like that in full open.”
Monica laughed, grinding against his morning hardness. “And I still have the taste of your cock inside me , But save it for later. Today is our reunion day.”
By late afternoon, the dream get-together finally began. Vishal and Saloni arrived first, looking exhausted from the delayed flight but beaming the moment they saw Monica and Rakesh in the hotel lobby. Deepak rolled in an hour later from Chandigarh, and the five of them exploded into hugs, laughter, and longing love,their eyes glistening with pure tears!!
“Finally! Two whole years, you bastards!” Vishal boomed, pulling Rakesh into a bear hug. Saloni squealed and tackled Monica, kissing her cheek.
“Monica, you look even hotter than before, you bitch! Marriage suits you.”
Deepak grinned, slinging an arm around both women. “College gang is back, baby! ”
They spent the whole evening and late into the night in the cozy lounge by the fireplace — five old friends who were more family than friends. Tezpal and Jung Bahadur joined them after dinner, invited by Rakesh. The two men sat a little apart at first, but the whiskey flowed and the conversation turned loud and easy.
Vishal raised his glass. “To old friends and new adventures”
Saloni clinked glasses with Monica. “And to finally getting sloshed together again. I missed this so much.”
The talk flowed naturally, jumping from topic to topic as old friends do.
Rakesh: “Pollution in Delhi is killing us, yaar. Noida is no better now.”
Vishal: “Tell me about it.. You guys still breathing that poison every day?”
Monica laughed. “We moved to a quieter satellite town. Less pollution, more peace… much cleaner air”
Tezpal, sipping his whiskey slowly, smiled at her across the table. “Come on I smoke 10 cigarettes a day , Delhi air cant be worse ”
Monica met his eyes with a calm, sassy smile. “Exactly Tezpal ji , its not that bad media makes it to be , I agree”
Jung Bahadur chuckled. “Arre madam, these bastard media houses are all competing to destroy India ”
Monica shrugged playfully. “ Chill maro Jung bhai , no one can till we have soldiers like you ”
Saloni pulled Monica " babe you have cigarette ? , come no .. you guys continue..we will join in sometime!"
Saloni went out with Monica , while the men talked politics inside
Saloni (softly, giggling): “Fuck, Mon… Tezpal hasn’t taken his eyes off your tits the whole night. That man is eye-fucking you so hard I can feel it from here. Look at those arms… I bet he could pin you down, rip your leggings off and fuck you senseless without even breaking a sweat.”
Monica whispered back, biting her lip, voice low and filthy. “Saloni please he .. he is a soldier .. have some respect!!”
Saloni’s eyes widened, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “God, I’d let him ruin me in a heartbeat. Bet his cock is thick and veiny, the kind that stretches you so wide you can’t walk straight the next day”
Monica stifled a soft laughter, “Stop… you’re making it worse. Dont give the horny bastard easy chances!! ”
Saloni giggled quietly. “We’re both such whores. Tomorrow we’ll compare notes if that dangerous bastard tries anything.”
Monica winked.
The group conversation continued, loud and lively.
Deepak: “Trump is back in the news again. Geo-politics is going crazy.”
Vishal: “Man, the world is on fire. Parents keep asking when we’re having kids. Saloni and I are like — give us a break, we’re still young!”
Saloni: “Exactly! we’re too busy living first.”
Monica: “Same here. Rakesh’s parents keep dropping hints”
Saloni looked at Tezpal " hey Tezpal , what about you , you are married ?"
“Yaa , madam . Though Jung Bahadur is still searching for a girl.” he smirked
Jung Bahadur smiled dry and raised his glass. “To new friends and old memories!”
The night stretched on — politics, parents, pollution, Trump, border stories from Tezpal and Jung, college nostalgia from the five friends. Whiskey flowed freely. Laughter echoed in the wooden lounge.
Later, when the group finally broke up for the night, Saloni pulled Monica aside for one last private whisper near the staircase before retiring for the night
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