Greetings to all the horny and passionate readers of this site. I’m a guy in my twenties with a horny dick and passionate smut writer and reader working in the IT industry.
This is the third part of the story. You can read the earlier parts to know more.
Lavanya and I actually kept things going almost a year after that whole wedding encounter. It wasn’t anything super consistent, mostly just random check-ins on WhatsApp or Snap. We sometimes did the whole phone call to know how things are going.
It had been forever, but I finally touched down in Bangalore. The timing was a total fluke. My manager actually cleared some leave right as my boy’s birthday bash was kicking off. I really just needed a break, and this was finally it.
Lavanya went totally crazy when I told her I was coming. I actually had to pull the phone back because she was screaming so loud—she was just way too excited that I was back in town.
I told Lavanya the news over the phone. The way she reacted as if someone was using a vibrator on her pussy. Honestly, she was on Cloud 9. She was absolutely thrilled the second she heard I was coming.
The day finally came, and when I landed in Bangalore, it was dark. When the signals got backed up, I received a text, “I’m here, let’s get on the road.” I carried my bags to the car she was driving and got them situated. As I got near the passenger seat, I looked over and saw her.
She was wearing a long white skirt and a tight black t-shirt. Her boobs popped like an airbag, and her lips were painted with purple wet gloss. I felt my cock twitch as I put my belt on. She had perfume on that wasn’t overpowering but intoxicating in the way that drew out my lust.
We started down the road, and she put her hand out. I went to hold it, and she grabbed my hand, putting it on the inside of her thigh. She turned and smiled at me, saying, “Let’s start this out right. I’ve been wet since I showered, and I need you to help me while I drive.”
I moved a bit in my seat and slid my hand up her leg. Net underwear. She was so wet already. I just started moving my fingers, doing what I could since there wasn’t really any space there. It was tight, but I kept going anyway. Quickly, my fingers were warm. Wet with the liquid between her thighs.
She let out this sharp, gasping moan the second my middle finger entered her. I moved slowly, deliberately teasing her, edging her over the next 45 minutes. Enjoying her sighs and watching her struggle to pay attention to driving.
Suddenly, her hands gripped the wheel tight, and I felt her clench my index and middle fingers as she screamed, “Fuck, fuck yes.” My hand was instantly wet, and I saw the look on her face from the release.
I pulled my hand back and tasted her, asking, “How much further? I need more, and there isn’t room in this car to do the things I have planned for you.” She smiled and bit her lip, responding, “We have a lot of time, don’t get too impatient in a teasing voice.”
Lavanya had the room booked already. She’s still at home with her parents, so this was basically the only spot where we could actually be alone. It felt amazing just walking in. The lights were low, and you could really smell the candles.
It was just so quiet in there. Honestly, just being alone with her like that after that wedding was jolly. I walked in and said, “Babe, I need a cigarette so bad.” Didn’t even care where my bag landed. I just shoved it toward the closet and headed straight for the balcony.
But then I caught sight of the TV stand and stopped. “Hold on, is that a bottle of wine?” I nodded at the table. “Tell me you bought that for us!”
She just gave me this look. You know, the one that says everything without her even opening her mouth. Then she leans in and just kind of whispers, “Look, I already told you. We aren’t going anywhere tonight.” Half inside and half outside, I’m out on the balcony simply staring.
On her phone with her parents, Lavanya weaves this narrative about a late client meeting, letting them know she would be staying over at a buddy’s home this evening. She sounds so calm, you wouldn’t notice, but it’s a total falsehood.
Standing in front of the mirror with her long black hair cascading over her shoulders in erratic waves, she murmured gently. Her warm skin’s every curve and inch was perfectly highlighted by the light. Like a youngster caught sneaking on something prohibited, I just watched immobile.
My thoughts went blank, empty. All that mattered was just her being there. I didn’t even wait. From the balcony, I straight walked and came up right behind her. Said not a syllable. I just let my left hand rest on her shoulder, then leaned in close, right behind her ear.
For a brief moment, I stood there, softly breathing against her skin and letting the quiet talk. A soft moan of “Ahhh” escaped from her lips. I watched in the mirror as she pressed her rosy lips and tried to control herself with her closed eyes. I was enthralled with watching her.
Still talking, I moved up behind her and merely parted her hair to begin kissing her neck. While my hand began sliding downward to the curves of her lower back, my tongue was following her skin. Her body tensed under the touch, and a unique tension was building within her that was difficult to control.
Seeing her handling this struggle so calmly. I got a little more excited, so I bit her traps lightly. At the same time, I pressed her thighs over her skirt, which she was not expecting at all, and a sharp sound came out of her mouth, “This is not the right time.”
She was again controlling her composure so that the person with whom she was talking on the phone did not hear any sound. At last, she turned off the phone. Then, zero. She just stood there, staring at me through the glass with this look—like she was attempting to read my thoughts.
Her eyes became exceedingly narrow and sharp. It was something far more intense than merely “desire.”
“You know,” she stated, her voice almost like a gasp against the glass. “You really should be cautious about what I’m telling individuals. Particularly my parents.”
I didn’t even allow her to speak. I just grabbed her waist and spun her to face me. “Look, I don’t care about the phone right now,” I said, my voice relatively quiet. ‘I’m actually just here for you; I didn’t travel all this way for anything else.
I pushed her gently against the cold mirror. She stayed right there, breath hitching, not running or resisting. I moved closer, lips brushing her earlobe, catching it between my teeth just enough to send a tremor through her. Her eyes slipped closed.
She tipped her head back, pressing into the glass, and let out a long, unsteady breath, totally swept away. My tongue followed the warm line of her skin as I stopped, moving from her earlobes down to her collarbone. Lowering my right hand, I drifted over the gentle curve of her tummy and below her skirt.
The heat was instantaneous. Feeling the fabric against her, I moved my palm back and forth over her pussy, pressing it flat. She let out a low, quivering moan as I started to massage her hips against my hand. I just kept a steady, rhythmic pressure till she gasped.
I did not expedite it. Then I reached more, my middle finger locating her clit. Watching her face as she completely lost herself in the sensation, I moved it over her gently, circling and then gliding vertically between the lips.
Just as she was starting to lose herself, I pulled back somewhat. My voice subdued and steady, I leaned in and whispered straight into her ear. “Wait. We have all night. Why rush?”
My hand still on her hip, I moved just far enough to look her in the eyes. First, let’s get some of that wine, I joked, glancing at her with a modest, knowing smile. I prefer to move slowly with you. The room now felt quieter, illuminated only by the faint glow of the candles as we moved over to the couch.
As Lavanya stretched for the wine, she began humming a low, constant melody. She poured a glass for me, then one for herself, with something natural about her motions.
She gave me the glass; our hands brushed for a second longer than was needed. We sipped slowly after tapping them against one another, a gentle ringing in the quiet chamber. I was too absorbed observing her to even glance at my wine.
In this light, she appeared completely different. The strain from the phone conversation vanished; rather, her face had an amazing calm appearance. Watching her like that—relaxed, at ease, and stunning—the moment seemed even more powerful than before.
As she began to open up, we settled back, and the wine warmed us. She said how insane work had been recently. The never-ending deadlines, the back-to-back client meetings, and the sensation that she had not a single moment to herself.
Avoid sitting at a distance. Come here, I said, reaching out to grasp her waist and softly dragging her into my lap. She only needed to disappear for a time following her arduous day. She immediately curled up, nuzzling her face into the crook of my neck, her weary, fractured sigh seeming to carry all her tension.
“I know,” I said softly, one hand behind her neck, while my other hand slowly went up and down her legs. Those people at your job are assholes. I felt the tension in her muscles, that clenched, restless rage. I had to distract her thoughts from it.
I began kissing her nape and forehead, my hand brushing her hair. You know you’re doing great, correct? Finally resting my hand gently over her pussy, I followed the curve of her back and hips. I admire you for your efforts. Those guys are losers; your time is not theirs.
I kept my hand there, feeling her heat through the fabric. Do you want me to assist you in finding something else? After a few seconds, I whispered into her ear. Just a small pressure indicated exactly; she nodded up at me.
Her eyes were still a bit red from her earlier talk, which made me want to hug her even more closely. Only rest your head on me. Let me look after you. As I went for the zip of her skirt, I kept kissing her neck. I stopped to admire her legs once it was unlocked.
She complied, then I murmured, That’s my good girl; she spread her legs a little for me. Her inner thigh’s soft skin and the rim of her panties were being traced with my fingers. I raised her head to give her a long, deep kiss. Simultaneously, I slipped my hand under her panties.
Slow, consistent circles from my thumb found her clit. I led her lips back toward mine as she tried to pull back to regain her breath. No, come back. I’m not finished kissing you. I leaned more against her clit; her breathing grew heavier through her nose as we kissed.
I stopped briefly as she began moving to discover a better angle.
“Turn around. Straddle my lap,” I told her, kissing her neck.
Like this? she inquired, her arms wrapped around my neck, and her legs swung around so she was seated across my hips.
Yes… Exactly like that. You are simpler to touch this way. As I gently slid two fingers inside her, I kept one hand on her clitoris. She moaned long.
You are already quite wet. You are doing excellent work, I murmured. Relax and close your eyes. She lay her head on my neck, her groans stifled against my skin. She closed her legs around my waist tightly. It only drove her wet, eager pussy harder against my palm.
“Feels good, right?”
“Mmh… y-yes,” she whimpered.
I kept the pace steady, watching her body react. “Does my girl feel all warm and cosy now?”
“Fuck… yes…”
I bit her neck gently, my lips moving up to her ear. “You can hug me as hard as you want. Just tell me when you’re getting close.”
That seemed to trigger something. Her movements got more frantic. “I’m getting… I’m getting close!”
“Good girl. Let me know before you reach the edge.” I didn’t change my rhythm at all.
“Oh my god… I think I’m cumming!” Her body went rigid, but I suddenly stopped my hand.
“Wait. Not yet,” I teased, whispering it right into her ear.
“W-what?” She looked at me, completely betrayed and wide-eyed. I started again immediately, and the look on her face melted back into pure pleasure.
“I just love seeing you like this,” I said, kissing her again. “I don’t want it to be over yet.”
“It feels so good… please, just let me!” she pleaded.
“Soon, greedy girl. Just a little more.” I built her back up, my fingers moving faster until she was shaking again.
“Fuck… I’m cumming!” Again, I stopped, giving her a playful spank on her butt.
“No. Not yet. I’m having too much fun.”
She started to whine, kicking her legs slightly in frustration. “Please… you’re so mean!”
I couldn’t help but laugh a little. “You’re so cute when you’re frustrated.”
I started again, and this time I didn’t hold back. Within seconds, her whole body was vibrating.
“Okay… you’ve been such a good girl. Cum for me now. Do it.”
Her moans broke loud and sharp. “Fuck… fuck… FUCK!”
The edging had made her so sensitive that the orgasm hit her twice as hard. She shook in my arms, her voice rising as she finally let go. “OH MY GOD! I’M CUMMING!”
She was like a ragdoll when she at last sagged against me. All of her job-related fury and tension had vanished. I held her there for a few more minutes, monitoring her heart rate, which was gradually lowering.
Stay tuned.
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