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"I'm sure you will be able to give her good advice when she needs it." I commented.

"Ha! Look at the mess I've made of my own life. I dare not give advice to anybody, least of all to Kirti." She said with an angry toss of her head, tears welling up in her eyes.

"Come on, Swati! Don't be so hard on yourself. These things could happen to anybody. And your life is not in a mess. You have two beautiful children who adore you, you have married into a great khandaan, you have all the comforts that money can buy, and your parents love you. Besides, you are doing a great job running the business. Even Satish, maybe he will change one day." I soothed her.

"Thanks for cheering me up! Most of all, I am lucky to have friends like Pratibha Didi & you." She responded, brightening up as she looked at the positive side of the situation.

"Swati my darling, I'll always be there for you." I said, tenderly running my fingers through her hair. She gave me an almost sisterly peck on my cheek.

"So, tell me about yourself. Have you found a nice girlfriend yet? What happened to that Bengali beauty in Kharagpur?" Swati asked.

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"No... I haven't had any luck so far. I don't know what happened to that Bengali girl. I think she moved to Kolkata." I responded.

"No pretty girls in your office?" Swati persisted.

"Well, actually the receptionist cum telephone operator is quite pretty; very sexy in fact." I said.

"Wow! What's the problem then?" Swati asked, wide eyed.

"She is already married." I told her.

"God, Sameer! You seem to have a talent for falling for married girls!" Swati laughed out.

"Of course not! I haven't fallen for her and I didn't fall for you either. It's you who fell for me." I retorted.

"Oh yeah? Swear to God you didn't fall for me!" Swati challenged.

"Well, actually when I fell for you, you weren't married; so that doesn't count." I explained.

"Ah, so you admit you did fall for me! Anyway, I always knew." She said smugly.

"Hm! And what about you, when did you fall for me, may I ask?" I enquired.

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"What makes you think I ever fell for you?" She asked, naughtily arching an eyebrow.

"No? Then why did you kiss me during the scooter riding lesson? And what about the time you seduced me, an innocent nineteen year old virgin boy on a visit to my farm, hey? Why, you almost bangd me!" I retorted.

"I didn't! In fact it is you who spanked me and forced me to submit to your lust." Said Swati.

"You did too! Swear to God you didn't fall for me." I whispered; my face was close to hers. The mood had changed again; the air once again crackled with sexual tension.

"Well... yes! Honestly, I think I fell for you the moment I set my eyes on you when you returned to our city & came to dinner at our place. I noticed how tall you had grown and how strong & manly you were. I used to try to imagine what it would be like to be crushed in your embrace... You know Sameer, I used to get wet, just daydreaming about you... about us together." She confessed in a barely audible voice.

I pulled her into my arms and kissed her open, softly yielding lips. Her body melted in my embrace. I could feel the heat of her moist pussy through the thin fabric of her nightie. My hands crept downwards, stroking her buns. Then, her hands pushed against my chest and she reluctantly disengaged from my embrace.

"Sameer! Do you know how sore I am down there? I don't think I can do it for another month! Besides, if I don't start dressing, I will be late for my friend's mehendi ceremony." She said.

"Oh, OK. Actually I am feeling sore too. I think you might have nicked my cock with your teeth." I said.

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"Don't use dirty language with me!" She said, blushing upon hearing the word 'cock' and slapping my rump playfully.

"Can I watch while you get dressed?" I begged her.

"Oh God, haven't you seen enough of me yet? Besides, you will get in my way and delay me further. I think you better go." She said firmly.

"Alright, if you say so." I responded, a bit crestfallen.

"Sameer, I have an idea. Why don't you come to the mehendi ceremony too? I'll introduce you to my friends as my cousin. After all, our mothers are almost like sisters, aren't they?" Swati said with a gleam in her eyes.

I was reluctant at first but then agreed after a bit of persuasion and a promise of being introduced to some pretty girls. We decided to get to the ceremony separately, since going together might have raised eyebrows, both at the MLA's Hostel as well as at the mehendi ceremony. Besides, I urgently needed a shower and a change of clothes...

***

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[Darksam]

I took a cab to my paying guest accommodation at Warden Road. My landlady was an old Parsi widow who lived in a spacious apartment. I had rented a furnished sea-facing room with an attached toilet in her apartment. My landlady was a lively, energetic person and took a keen maternal interest in me. She insisted upon my having breakfast with her every morning. She took in my bedraggled appearance with a cocked eyebrow. I didn't pause to give her an explanation and rushed into my room. I quickly stripped and had a long, luxurious shower. I soaped my body vigorously, paying close attention to my crotch. I pulled back the foreskin and thoroughly cleaned up the crown of my cock. The soap stung a bit. I peered closely but didn't find any cut or bruise, although the crown was inflamed and red due to all the rough rubbing it had experienced against Swati's pussy, mouth, throat and possibly her teeth. I looked at the watch. It was around six o'clock in the evening. I decided to take a short nap before going to the mehendi ceremony. When I woke up with a start, it was almost eight o'clock in the evening. I cursed myself for having overslept and hoped that I would be able to reach the party before it ended. I quickly freshened up and changed into a churidar-kurta outfit. By the time I took a cab and reached the venue, it was forty five minutes past eight PM.

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Swati's friend Priyanka was the daughter of a wealthy industrialist. Her wedding was being celebrated in style. For the convenience of wedding guests, her father had booked an entire floor in a luxury hotel in downtown Mumbai. A medium sized convention hall had been reserved for the mehendi ceremony. The actual wedding was going to happen the next day, under a large shamiana (colorful temporary canvas roof) in the hotel's open courtyard. I need not have worried about reaching late. The convention hall was well decorated, brightly lit, noisy and overflowing with guests. Females of all shapes and sizes in glittering attire overran the place. They outnumbered males three to one. After all the mehendi ceremony was primarily a women's function. Perhaps half of the ladies were young belles, well made up & decked out in their best finery, vying with each other in trying to look their best & grab eyeballs. The other half of the female population was evenly divided between screaming young kids chasing each other, buxom matrons rushing about on important errands and gossiping old ladies. A buffet table was laid out at one end while professional musicians sang melodious folk songs in another corner, joined in by enthusiastically singing, clapping and dancing guests. In another corner, men clustered around a bar serving the finest liquors available. There were frequent bursts of laughter as guests cracked ribald jokes. All in all, everybody was having a thoroughly good time.

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In the center was a wooden platform covered with beautiful carpets. On it sat perhaps four or five mehendiwallis; professional women artists who specialized in drawing intricate & beautiful mehendi (henna) patterns. They had been specially commissioned to apply henna on the hands of women present at the ceremony. Many girls had already had their turn & moved around with their hands stretched out, waiting for the henna paste to dry out and transfer its color to their skin. Others waited patiently for their turn before the artists. After the paste dried, lemon juice mixed in sugar syrup was applied, to fix & deepen the color of henna. Folklore had it that the depth of the color indicated the strength of the love between the girl & her husband (future husband, in case of unmarried girls). So most girls, particularly the unmarried ones tried to keep the henna paste on as long as they possibly could.

Nobody paid any attention to me as I wandered around; my eyes searched Swati. I finally spotted her in a knot of girls milling around what turned out to be the bride-to-be, Priyanka. I sauntered towards the crowd and eventually caught Swati's eye. She beamed in response, disentangled herself from the crowd and came towards me.

I was stunned. Never had I seen her so provocatively dressed. She wore a pink silk ghagra-choli (long loose skirt teamed with a brief, tight fitting blouse) outfit. It glittered with mirrors & sequins. The choli was backless. Two thin silken ribbons ran across the back, one at the shoulders and the other a couple of inches above the midriff. Each ribbon were tied in a knot at one side to hold the choli in place. The front of the choli was somewhat more modest; the rounded neck was just deep enough to reveal the top of her bosom. A narrow yoke ran down to the navel, leaving the sides of her waist bare. Since the choli was backless, a bra couldn't be worn; instead it had built-in cups. They were perhaps a size too small for her ample breasts. The gauzy cream colored chunni wrapped around her shoulders did nothing to conceal her creamy, bare back and the tops of her full breasts swelling out at the neck. She wore a long necklace with a diamond pendant that drew attention to the cleavage between her breasts. The loose ghagra was tied well below her navel and flowed downwards, the hem almost sweeping the floor. Her slim waist accentuated her flaring hips and generously proportioned bust. She was wearing at least three inch heels. The high heels caused her pelvis to thrust out provocatively. Her eyes were outlined with eyeliner and she wore a pink lipstick matching the color of her clothes. She wore long dangling ear rings. A dash of sindoor in the parting of her hair indicated her married status. Her hair was worn in a high chignon and fragrant white mogra flowers were strung around it. Unconstrained by a bra, her full breasts swayed fluidly as she moved. She oozed sensuality & looked absolutely amazing. Henna had already been applied on her palms and on her forearms halfway to the elbows; she too held her hands out, waiting for the henna to dry. My cock stirred to life as I looked at her.

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"Oh Swati! You… you look…" I stammered.

"Sameer, there you are! Why are you so late?" She cut me off. She caught me staring at her bosom & her eyes twinkled naughtily.

"I went home, showered and then slept for two hours. I had a rather hectic day, you know." I said.

"Oh really? Did you have to work very hard?" She asked slyly.

"Well, sort of. But it was pleasant work." I winked.

"Anyway, you've come in time, just when I need you." She said.

"What's the matter?" I enquired.

"There is a little problem. You are the only one who can help me. Just wait here a moment." She said mysteriously. She approached a large buxom woman, the bride's mother & had a brief conversation.

"Come!" She said.

I followed her out of the hall. We took an elevator and got off on an upper floor where all the rooms were reserved for the wedding party. A fat, stern looking woman sat on a chair in the lobby; she was apparently a trusted family retainer guarding the rooms while the guests were busy enjoying themselves at the mehendi ceremony downstairs. Swati talked to her while I hung back. The woman led us to a room at the end of the corridor and unlocked it. She had no reason to be suspicious about us. She just assumed we were husband and wife. I tried to draw Swati in my arms as soon as I locked the door behind us.

"Wait! This is an emergency." She whispered urgently.

She had been having discomfort in her vagina for some time since the afternoon. It had slowly aggravated into an irritating itch. She had bought a couple of tubes of a medicinal cream from a chemist in the hotel's shopping arcade, just in case it was needed. Since she was a doctor's daughter, she was familiar with medicines; and in India, one does not need a prescription to buy most medicines.

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"The itch is now really bad! Besides, I need to pee. But I can't use my hands with all the mehendi on them and I don't want to wash them just yet. I don't want my mehendi to look pale & washed out! So please help me." She begged.

We hurried into the small bathroom. I raised her ghagra above her hips and made her hold it up by pressing it under her arms. Her glorious, plump, smooth thighs and tight red panties were revealed before me. My already half erect cock twitched again at the sight. But knowing how desperate she was, I didn't tarry & quickly pulled her panties down her legs. She sat heavily down on the toilet seat and I could hear a hissing sound as she urinated with a relieved expression on her face. That sound was enough to make me fully hard. Since I stood directly in front of her, Swati immediately noticed the bulge at my crotch grow bigger. The "look" in her eyes betrayed her response to my arousal. Not a word was exchanged between us as I slowly took off my kurta, loosened my churidar and pushed down my shorts. She stared hypnotized at my thick, hard cock that bobbed inches from her face. I held her head and placed my cock between her open lips. Her tongue swirled languidly around the crown while she held her hands away, still determined to avoid smearing her mehendi.

"We should hurry. Someone might come looking for us." She whispered, coming up for a breath after pleasuring me for a while and then took my cock in her mouth again.

"Come!" I raised her to her feet. I unfastened the knots holding the choli and pushed it off. It slid forward & uncovered her nipples but remained loosely in place since the tight sleeves held fast on her arms. The diamond pendant glistened in the valley between her voluptuous breasts. I paid obeisance by fondling them & pinching her nipples; she leaned back against me and moaned in response. I quickly brought a pillow from the bed and placed it on the marble counter top. I made Swati bend forward and rest face down on the pillow, placing her folded arms on the counter above her head. The high heels she wore made her ass stick out provocatively. I removed the panties that lay tangled at her ankles, bunched the ghagra around her hips and spread her legs apart. Her angry red cunt surrounded by dark, curly pubic hair was now visible beneath the plump, fleshy mounds of her ass. Drops of urine glistened on the pubic hair. I wiped her pussy dry with toilet paper. I then squeezed a generous quantity of medicinal cream on my finger and massaged it gently on her inflamed orifice.

"How does it feel?" I whispered.

"Ahh… nice… cool…" She responded; her eyes closed.

"Good. It is going to make your itch go away." I whispered, continuing the massage. I could feel slick secretions start to trickle out of her cunt. I then applied a thick layer of the cream on my cock head.

"Now I am going to spread it inside." I whispered hoarsely. I placed my cock head between her labia, held her by the waist and thrust hard. My cock met with little resistance as it lodged itself to the hilt inside her. With this doggie style rear entry my cock rubbed new & more sensitive areas inside her cunt.

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"Uff… Mff…Mff…" Her grunts were muffled by the pillow against her face while I pumped her pussy. I took my pleasure of her plump, taut, fleshy body; sometimes standing straight, squeezing and slapping her ass; occasionally trying to span her slim waist with my hands, sometimes reaching beneath her body to knead & fondle her breasts, once in a while kissing & licking her shiny, sweaty back; all the while plumbing the depths of her tight, hot cunt with my hard cock until I finally erupted in a massive orgasm. I was amazed at the quantity of semen I had been able to produce within just a few hours since our last coupling. As for Swati, shudders passed through her body and tears flowed from her eyes with the intense orgasm she experienced. For the first time, her G spot had been tickled & rubbed by my cock as it entered her from behind.

I lay on top of her prone body for long minutes until my cock softened and slipped out of her cunt with a wet plop. Thick creamy fluid oozed out and trickled down her thighs. Swati had no strength left to pick herself up. I tenderly wiped her pussy and thighs clean with a damp towel and applied some more medicinal cream on her pussy, then slipped her panties on again. I straightened out her ghagra and sat her down on the toilet cover. I wiped off sweat from her face & torso with a damp towel and re-fastened her choli after stuffing her swollen breasts inside the cups. I carefully tested the knots for tightness; we didn't want a wardrobe malfunction! She allowed me to do all of this, with an utterly relaxed and satiated expression on her face.

"Can I do your lipstick & eyeliner too?" I enquired tenderly.

"Honey, I know you can. But I think I'll manage it!" She declined politely.

I looked on while she washed the henna off her hands and put on her makeup. I then cleaned myself up, applied some more medicinal cream on my cock head and got dressed. There was nobody in the corridor when we sneaked out of the room. The dragon lady was talking on the intercom and didn't look up as I took the stairs while Swati waited for the elevator. I spent ten minutes loitering in the shopping arcade before entering the convention hall. I found Swati busy chatting with her friends. She looked absolutely radiant, an almost smug expression on her face after the hard climax she had just experienced.

"Wow, Swati! Your hubby must be crazy for you. Just look at the color of your mehendi!" A friend exclaimed, examining Swati's hands. A small group of girls surrounded Swati, oohing and aahing over the shade of her mehendi. It was indeed very deep, almost black. Swati blushed and avoided glancing in my direction as I looked on with amusement…

***

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It was well past midnight when the mehendi ceremony finally wound down and the guests dispersed. Quite apart from our little assignation in the hotel room, I had had a thoroughly enjoyable time. The food was excellent and I had worked up a hearty appetite. Swati was as good as her word. She introduced me to several attractive girls who surrounded me in a giggling group. They included Priyanka's nineteen year old sister Rajeshwari, a tall, slim girl with a full, high bust, dimpled cheeks and tinkling laughter. The girls were quite curious and wanted to know about my time at IIT Kharagpur and about my athletic prowess. It appeared that Swati had given me quite a buildup with her friends.

Swati had decided to spend the night at the hotel with the wedding party. She insisted that I should attend the wedding next day, but I politely declined. I didn't want to take unfair advantage of the host's hospitality.

"Please do come, Sameer! I want to spend as much time as I can with you before I return home. Pleeease!" Swati begged. Tears glistened in her eyes.

The wedding was scheduled for the late morning next day. After a little discussion, we decided on a compromise. I agreed to meet her in the hotel's coffee shop after lunch so that we could spend the afternoon together.

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I woke up late on Sunday morning. The medicinal cream had done some good to me too. The soreness and inflammation on my penis had disappeared. After having a late breakfast and spending a lazy morning lolling around and reading the newspaper, I got ready. I reached the coffee shop at around one o'clock in the afternoon. Swati was nowhere to be seen.

I chose a small square table for four in a shielded nook. The table was located in a corner formed by two walls. There was an angled sofa along the walls and two dining chairs along the two opposite sides of the table. A large tablecloth hung down at least a couple of feet from the table top. I seated myself on the sofa with my back against a wall. Although the table was located in an unobtrusive nook, I had a clear view across the restaurant from my seat. I explained to the maitré that I was expecting a lady friend and asked him to guide her to my table when she arrived. I was ravenously hungry again and ordered a ham & cheese omelet and toast. Swati appeared just when I had polished off the omelet and was about to order coffee.

"Hello! Boy, you look gorgeous!" I exclaimed, taking her in as she stood, waiting to be seated.

She was wearing a special wedding outfit; a heavy Benares brocade sari and a matching blouse. She wore beautiful, intricately crafted gold ornaments around her neck, in her ears, on her wrists almost up to the elbows and also around her upper arms. There was a tiny diamond stud in her nose. A tinkling sound accompanying her movements indicated that she also wore anklets with tiny bells. Her flowing sari almost swept the floor. The pallu of the sari was wrapped securely around her shoulders. Not an inch of skin was visible except for her face, neck and forearms; quite a contrast with the daring ghagra-choli she had worn the previous night. And yet, she looked as attractive and sexy as ever.

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"Thank you!" She beamed at my compliment as she sat down next to me on the adjoining seat, on the sofa along the other wall. We sat quite close to each other; her knees brushed mine and we could look at each other without craning our necks.

"How did the wedding go?" I asked.

"Oh it was wonderful! Priyanka looked so happy & beautiful!" She exclaimed.

"Have you had lunch yet?" I enquired.

"Actually, the wedding feast is right now going on. But I am not hungry. I sneaked out to be with you here!" She said.

"Good! Let's order something for you then." I offered. We decided to order a fresh lime juice for her; she would perhaps eat something a bit later.

"So, what's your schedule?" I asked.

"There is going to be a reception in the evening. Later in the night, there will be the bidaai (farewell to the bride) and Priyanka will leave for her sasural (her in-laws' home). She & her husband will be flying out on their honeymoon tomorrow." Swati told me.

"That means you are going to be busy till late in the night." I said.

"That's the original plan." She said. Did that mean she was thinking of changing the plan? A faint hope arose in my heart.

"Swati, could you not excuse yourself from the evening revelries? Maybe you could say you are unwell or that something important has come up." I suggested hopefully.

"And why should I do that?" She enquired, arching a naughty brow.

"So that you could curl up with a nice book and go early to bed, like a good girl." I said sarcastically. She responded with peals of laughter.

"And when are you returning to Delhi?" I enquired.

"Actually I have to meet a big client tomorrow. After the meeting I am catching the early evening flight." She replied.

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"Where is the meeting going to be?" I asked. She named an address not very far from the airport.

"That's great! Let's check you out of the crummy MLA's Hostel and move to a nice hotel in Juhu. That will be most convenient for you. Please say yes, Swati! I want to spend the night with you." I pleaded with her.

"Hmm... Let me think about it. What happens if the hotels in Juhu are all full? Will you take me to your room then?" She asked.

"Well, I am sure that won't happen. But just to be certain, I'll right away go to Juhu and book a room in a good hotel." I said.

In those days, telephones in Mumbai were notoriously unreliable and besides I wasn't even sure whether a hotel would accept a telephonic request for reservation from an unknown person. I was about to signal the waiter to bring our check when Swati stopped me.

"Relax, Sameer. I've already arranged everything." Swati said with a naughty smile.

"My God, you mean you already thought of all that?" I exclaimed.

"Great people think alike, you know!" She responded.

"And fools seldom differ!" I completed the proverb. Both of us burst into laughter.

"By the way, where is that driver of yours? I don't want him to see us together; otherwise your Dad will soon come to know." I said.

"Oh my God, I hadn't thought of that! I'll release him as soon as we've eaten." She said, biting her tongue.

Her face was flushed. I felt her hand creeping into mine & holding it tight. It was warm and moist. I responded by holding it between both my hands and squeezing it. I then opened her hand and ran my thumb in circles around her palm. I immediately sensed a change in her breathing and she quickly withdrew her hand.

"Sameer, how are you today? Did you sleep well?" She asked.

"Oh yes! I'm feeling on top of the world. I slept very well!" I announced cheerfully.

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"And what about you? Are you feeling better now?" I asked, referring obliquely to the itch she was suffering from yesterday.

"Oh... that... that is fine now." She said, coloring at the memory of our little run-in on the previous evening.

"Great! That cream did some good to me too!" I responded. Her blush deepened and she pinched my thigh.

"Did you get a good night's sleep too?" I enquired.

"No... actually I didn't sleep too well. In fact I kept tossing and turning all the time." She responded, looking at the tablecloth. I noticed dark circles under her eyes, camouflaged by the expertly done makeup.

"What's the matter? Don't tell me there are bedbugs in this hotel!" I joked.

"Of course not, silly! Can't you guess the reason?" She asked archly.

"Ah! I see!" I exclaimed as the penny dropped.

"I missed you..." She whispered, looking into my eyes and then quickly averting her gaze.

"I wanted to be in your arms..." She continued, staring at the tablecloth.

"Yes..." I prompted her, my cock stirring to life.

"Wanted your lips on mine..." She went on in a barely audible whisper.

"Go on!" I said hoarsely. I felt her hand on my thigh.

"I wanted your arms to crush me in your embrace... make me breathless..." She continued.

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"And?" I encouraged her. I felt her hand creep up my thigh towards my crotch.

"My... my ni... nipples ached for your touch." She said, a blush spreading on her face, her eyes still staring at the tablecloth. I grabbed her hand, opened it and placed it on my crotch. Her palm must have felt the heat of my erect cock through my trousers.

"Look at me! Are your nipples aching now?" I asked hoarsely, pressing her hand against my crotch.

"Yes!" She responded, looking directly into my eyes.

"Is your cunt wet?" I asked in a low whisper.

"Unh... yes." She said, unable to suppress a small moan. She made no objection to my explicit language.

"Are you ready to take my cock right now?" I provoked her. She silently nodded her assent.

"Will you let me fuck you now, on this table, with all these people looking on?" I challenged her, looking around us. The coffee shop was quite crowded, though not full. Nobody seemed to be paying attention to us.

"Yes!" She whispered boldly. Her eyes glittered, her face was flushed and the eyelids were inflamed. Her hand continued to stroke my crotch.

"Are you sure? You won't back down?" I egged her on, trying to test how far she would go.

"I... I'm sure!" She answered. Both of were completely crazed with lust at that point.

"Let's do it then!" I moved as if to get up.

"I am ready!" She responded. Her hand braced itself on my thigh and she moved to get up too. It was clear that she meant what she said.

"Swati, Let's sit down!" I was forced to back down. She had won the test of nerves. Even so, I could actually see disappointment on her face.

"But I am going to do you later today, come hell or high water. That's a promise." I said.

"Yes." She nodded.

"Do you know what I want to do right now?" I asked.

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"What?" She queried.

"I want to smell your cunt! And I want to smell your breasts too!" I said.

"What!" She exclaimed, astonished.

"Just wait here a minute." I told her.

I got up and went to the pastry counter. I explained to the girl at the counter that I needed a small paper bag to hold a little gift for my lady friend. I returned with a paper bag printed with the hotel monogram. The waiter had just arrived with our order of coffee and fresh lime juice.

"Swati, listen. Please go to the ladies room, take off your panties & bra and bring them back for me in this bag." I instructed her.

"Sameer, we shouldn't!" She demurred rather unconvincingly.

"Why not?" I demanded.

"Oh...I don't know. But please don't make me take off my bra. My nipples are so tender; they will get bruised by the brocade blouse." She said.

"Alright. In that case, stuff this handkerchief in your blouse and return it to me after a while." I told her, proffering my handkerchief.

She stuffed the handkerchief between her breasts after taking a quick look around. She securely wrapped her pallu around her shoulders and went to the ladies room. She returned perhaps ten minutes later. There was a half smile on her flushed face. Her eyes were heavy lidded and she was panting as if she had just climbed a couple of flights of stairs. She sat down heavily beside me, wiped her brow and took a sip of juice. She then placed the paper bag in my outstretched hand. I opened it, buried my nose in it and sniffed deeply. Her hot, rousing feminine scent overwhelmed my senses; more blood flooded into my cock and it felt painfully confined in my trousers. I reached down, unzipped my fly and freed my cock. It immediately sprang out, the tip almost touching the under side of the table.

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"Stroke my cock!" I whispered an order.

She sat on my left, so her right hand could easily reach my cock. I felt her moist, warm hand close lightly around my shaft and start stroking it slowly up and down, sending intensely pleasurable feelings down my spine. The large tablecloth hid everything that was happening underneath. Only tell-tale movements of her arm & shoulder and the expressions on our faces could have betrayed us to an attentive observer. My hips involuntarily jerked up and I bit back a moan. The golden kangans on her wrist clinked as he hand worked up and down my shaft.

"Take your kangans off!" I whispered. She paused to slip them off and put them in her handbag. Her hand was back on my shaft again, slowly stroking it up and down.

"Ah... That's good!" I whispered; my eyes glassy.

Her thumb ran across the crown of my cock, smearing my secretions all over it. Her grip tightened a bit as she continued to stroke up and down my shaft. Her touch was delicate yet sure & firm. She knew exactly how to pleasure a man's cock. I tried to maintain my composure by studiously looking out the window, while she pretended to concentrate her attention on the glass of juice. There was a barely discernible movement of her shoulder under the cover of her pallu as she continued to pleasure me with her hand. Her thumb running over my crown became wetter with additional secretions dribbling out of my pee slit. She looked surreptitiously around her, drew her hand out, licked up her thumb and then continued with pleasuring me. Once in a while, she stopped & disengaged completely, allowing both of us to cool off a bit and then resumed her ministrations again. This must have gone on for at least twenty minutes when I sensed the beginning of my orgasm.

"Stop! Just hold me tight at the base. Don't move!" I said; my face contorted in lust. She complied. For good measure, I clamped my fist over her hand, making sure that my oncoming orgasm was choked off. We were just lucky that at that moment there was nobody near us; otherwise we would surely have been exposed.

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Although I successfully avoided climaxing, my cock remained defiantly hard and erect. Swati took a break to visit the ladies room. While she was gone, I slid into her place on the table. When she returned, I motioned to her to sit on my right. It was now my turn to pleasure her. She mouthed a silent "no" and sat down on the chair opposite me. She returned my handkerchief that had nestled between her breasts for quite some time now. I appreciatively sniffed the aroma before putting it in my pocket.

"Can I have my panties back now?" She asked shyly.

"No." I said rather petulantly, disappointed with her refusal to sit by my side.

"C'mon, don't behave like a little boy! I still have some goodies for you." She said. Her mood had changed. Her arousal seemed to have subsided and she had become playful.

"Would you like to order something for the lady to eat, sir?" The waiter appeared.

I heard a tinkling of her anklets and felt her foot touch my leg, even as the waiter hovered over us. I ignored it, thinking that it was accidental. Her foot started rubbing my leg and moved up slowly while she studied the menu. Her anklets continued to tinkle gently. She kept a studiously neutral expression on her face while she kept her foot in contact with my leg even as she discussed the various choices with the waiter. She in fact deliberately shook her leg several times to make her anklet tinkle as the waiter noted down her order.

"Swati, why are you doing this?" I asked after the waiter left.

"Why am I doing what?" She asked innocently.

"You know what." I queried.

"Don't you like it?" She said, lasciviously running her tongue over her lips. Her big toe was now stroking the inside of my thigh.

"I do, but there is a problem." I said. I explained that my erection refused to subside and that I couldn't stuff my cock back in my trousers until it became at least a little softer.

"Why don't you just let me relieve you? Your problem will be solved in a jiffy." She said reasonably.

[Darksam]

"No no! Not here in this restaurant." I exclaimed. The idea was preposterous.

"Why? Just a while back you wanted to do me on the table!" She reminded me.

"I don't want to waste my juice like this. I'd rather pump it inside you!" I explained lamely.

"Yes! I remember your promise and I am going to hold you to it. But still, you didn't do me when I needed it so bad! Now you have to suffer for it." She said.

Her eyes glinted evilly and color appeared on her cheek. Her mood had shifted mercurially and she had again become aroused; but still she wanted to torment me some more. She withdrew her foot and straightened up. She looked around. The restaurant was almost empty now. Nobody was paying any attention to us. She rearranged her pallu so that it securely covered her neck, shoulders and torso.

"Look!" She said.

Her hands slowly drew the edges of her pallu apart to reveal the low neckline of her brocade blouse. Only I, sitting directly in front of her could see the tops of her breasts and her cleavage. Her pallu covered her modestly in all other directions.

"You like?" She whispered, looking at me.

"Yess!" I hissed.

She pushed her breasts up & together so that they were almost ready to burst out of her blouse. My cock throbbed painfully and my eyes almost popped out of their sockets. Holding her breasts up with one hand, she slowly undid the topmost hook of the blouse. Her fingers lazily caressed the creamy expanse of her skin and then undid the next hook. I spotted the waiter coming to our table with our order. She sensed his arrival from the mere movement of my eyes and covered herself up quickly.

As soon as the waiter had served our food and left, Swati was up to her tricks again. With great effort I refrained from touching my hard cock. I was at the tipping point; the slightest touch could have resulted in a massive ejaculation. By the time she finally undid the last but one hook of her blouse, the edges of the pallu had closed in again. Working under the cover of her pallu, she drew the two halves of her blouse as far apart as she could with the last hook still engaged and tucked them in so that they couldn't close.

"Look here!" She whispered.