Hello Readers,
Hope you all are doing well. It is 7.30 am here and while I am suppose to begin my office over my work station (rather a mobile work station), continuing with Natasha episode has become the order of the day. Oh! You bet I am hooked to writing. Coming up with my own work of erotic literature is catching up big time with me! Lols. Guess, I am still not out of that Mills & Boon era.
However, before I begin I have some words to share with ISS readers. Firstly, merci beaucoup to those who liked the story and requested for the sequel. Secondly, my apologies to those who requested for a chat. Alas! I don’t chat, I write. This is my medium. Thirdly, shut the eff up! To those who were hermeneutical in explaining their own debauch and tried to mimic Akon! Well, just as you read, I write. So stop being hypocritical and abusive towards a lady. It isn’t a very manly thing to do in here and outside here! Hope I am LOUD and CLEAR!!! Yes, that was a SCREAM!
If you’re still unabated, you may proceed.
Link to My little tryst with a New Boy at Office Part 1
https://www.indiansexstories3.com/office-teacher/little-tryst-new-boy-office/
Part 2:
It was around 7 am in the morning, Maloti, my maid arrived. Shipra ke dekhle? (did you see shipra?) I asked her hurrying inside the kitchen.
Maloti – Oh! na to! (Oh! did not) ashbe pore hoito (would come later).
I was getting late I needed to rush office before 9.30 am and it is already 7.00 am. Bath, dress and had to wake this guy, Raman. When does he get up? Still sleeping I guess. While Maloti started cleaning the kitchen, I made a cup of tea and asked her to go upstairs in the guest room and give it to Raman.
Me-“ Opure ekjon dada ache. Onake aita diye asho”. (please give this to the person upstairs).
She goes up and comes down at the same time.
Maloti – “Opore keo nayi” (No one upstairs)
Me- “ki mane keo nayi” (what do mean no one?)
Maloti- “Na, boudi nayi” (No, bhabi no one is there)
Me-“ cool!”
I rushed upstairs to check what’s happening. The door was left ajar and the bed was completely tidy. I looked inside the bathroom and no one was there. The very next moment I saw Raman playing with my parrots at varandah. All dressed up for office he seemed punctual than I am.
I said,“Oh! you’re here”
Raman -“Yes! Actually I got ready and thought of letting you know before I leave”
I -“Leave! you have not done breakfast yet”
Raman – “YEAH! Not an issue. I will have something at office”
Me – “What do you have for breakfast. Corn flakes chalega? “
Raman with a broad grin said,“Yup Mam!”
I asked him to wait and hurried to take a bath. It was certainly not the time to think about last night but then my mind kind of went seesaw thinking what Raman must have thought of all this. This was like an Isssssshhhh (ish) moment for me.
When the fantasies of night are over, reality strikes in. And today was a reality indeed!With no time to prep n prime I stuffed my make up kit and sunglass inside my handbag and hasten down the stair for breakfast.
I said, “You know my cook Shipra, she bunked today and I am so pressed for time that I couldn’t offer you any elaborate meal to begin the day”
Raman with his dimpled smile said, “Oh no worries, PG does not offer any breakfast and I am used to outside food. So this milk, cornflakes, egg and juice everything is a luxury”.
Smiling back at him I said,” Don’t have such bahar ka khana! It isn’t good. So start cooking”
Bag check, house keys check, phone check, lip balm and sunblock check, comb check, clips, clutches note pad pen and my emergency kit check !
Raman said, “chaley Madam abhi?”
I said ,–“oh yes!”
It was around 8.45 am and Gariahat road seemed stuck forever and the red signal! Sitting beside Raman in the car I felt like a bimbo. Not a single word he spoke about what he saw last night. And I so wished he did not saw anything. His countenance gave me no such hint what so ever. His eyes seem to have registered no bewilderment at all. I just felt like a gone case, squeamish given a blunder I have done, the sleaziest thing I could ever do and I just did it last night. However, this man right next to me, reading ET with great élan as if riding a chauffeur driven car, is as cold blooded as a serpent. Damn you Mr. Verma!
A year past by and to my surprise (and to the surprise of ISS readers) nothing happened between Raman and Natasha. Well, things don’t happen just like that. You can plan your daily
chores but, you cannot plan your life.
Raman was almost a year and a half old in our company. I wondered why he is even here. Got good academic background, got internship from a reputed firm and still here in Kolkata albeit in our company, which is not a bad place though but then….
I was a part of our research team in Kolkata and Raman was working for business development and marketing. While the other marketing guys including the so called heads cared least about clients after acquisition. Raman was different. I saw him during market our glaring at the terminals (oh! not at me) and worked in tandem with all the department trying to learn every aspects of his job beyond what he just needed to know at that point of time. He came up with his own financial models and sometimes he did have some seriously bankable calls on trading stocks (at least better than that Harsh Mahajan at Bombay office).
He would have his long discussion with his clients. He Just not brought good business to company but handled his client portfolio on his own and weighed 10 times before passing on calls from our research team to clients. Now that was a blow to my ego but then professionally it mattered. He was way too young to be all this and to what I believed with all the bias in the world he was the best.
It was not that I never had talks with Raman. We worked 9-10 hours in the same place under the roof so was obvious to have come across each other every day. We had office talk, non-office talks, sometimes in group lunch, sometimes in pizza party, sometimes on a quick walk for a break. Sometimes I saw him smoking downstairs with fellow guys and come down to go for that chai ki dukan wala chai and the cutest moment when my tea was too hot to hold in that earthen pot, I use pass it on to him and then blow air. That was very selfish, but then that something we shared.
Grapevine at out office churned out more gossip than our daily turnover. Be it hike, promotion or affair, people had words going before even it happens. And so was I the latest victim.
Shalini standing near my desk ,” Oh that boy! Fida hain Ape Madam”
Me, “Shut up yaar. Kuch bhi bolti rehti hain”
Shalini,”what kuch bhi, this is the hot new in our office”
Me,”Please stop it. Don’t you have work? Just because I speak and we share a good rapport, it does not translate that I am or he is line Maraoing”
Shalini, “Cool then My patta is saaf. If I had been you, then I would not have minded that line maaroing. Look at him, he is soooooooooo
Me, “ Sooooooo ke baad”
Shalini, “ Arey cute hain banda, his dimple, his posture, his height, his gesture and they way he smiles at you”
Me,”I think he is pretty normal. Jaisa hona chahiye waisa hain”
Shalini with a sigh, ”God help her”
Breaking into our conversation Anirban came to my rescue and says to Shalini,” look Madam you should leave now. Tum sales wale hum research walo ko bhadkao mat. You will repent later”
I was in splits laughing at their discussion
Shalini went saying , “ Kya bore ho yaar tum log. Achi khasi item thi Nats use bhi tum logo ki sangat ne obsolete bana diye”
Hearing this I said, “Shalini, fuck off!”
And strangling my neck she said,” Bye”.
Few days later…..
Nilesh (one of our VPs) – “hey! Nats you are coming on Saturday to Park”.
Me- “Nopes I guess! Same old thing yaar. They are calling some big wigs from Bombay. Guess they will address the seminar”.
Nilesh- “You mean Mumbai?”
Me- “No I mean Bombay” and we exchanged that silly giggles”.
Nilesh-“Now, don’t make me nuts you are going to come. I am leaving now, Catch you later!”
Looking at my PC I waved him bye.
Standing up from the other side of the cubical, Farooq (one of our RMs and my buddy) said,” What the hell, you will not come! Then who is coming, your mota boss kaushik Mukherjee?
Me-“Faaaaaaaaaruuuuuuuuuuk go to your desk”. “By the way, tum sab mere piche haat dho ke kyun pade ho yaar? I Know you guys are least interested in seminar. Bas Park me jana , Daru pina and waha ki Miss hoity-toities ko dekhna. I know what happens every year. Log khane jyada and lecture sunne kam hi atey hain”
Anirban, (my fellow analyst)- “Dhurrrrrrrrr chol na bhalo lagbe (let’s go, it would be nice)”.
Me- “kano tui jachhish to (why? your going right) and yes! Tor sweethearts ra o jachhe (your sweet hearts are also going) – Shalini and Monisha and your new buddy, Mr. Verma. Okey niye ja . (Take him). He is the current pin-up guy here it seems; isn’t he?
Think of the devil and the devil here. Aao Verma babu, Anirban Says, “ Kya baat hain, app hi ki baat kar rahi thi humari Mata”. I kick Anirban’s shoes and he blurts, “I mean Mrs. Roy”
Raman enters our room, looks around and says, “Mam, I guess I left my pen drive here. Have u seen it?”
I take the pen drive out and say,” Is this yours?
Taking it Raman says, ‘yes. Thanks”.
Raman looking at me, “Are you coming to seminar tomorrow?”
Curtly replying, I said, “ No”.
Raman – “Okay! I am pretty excited about it. See you all”.
“Chala gaya tumhara pin-up boy” Farooq giggled saying it and both, Anirban and Farooq burst out laughing and shared high-five.
I gave the cliché dialogue, “You guys are sick!”
Anirban pointing out at Raman – “Your having a bad day Natasha”
It was indeed a bad day. I was yelling at everyone post lunch. I had a sour mood and why not I saw Raman Verma carrying shopping bags for Shalini Mitra. The whole office was going ga ga over this. Shalini’s new arm candy Raman Verma! Shalini was this serial flirt. She has the calibre to go sleazy sloppy, pushy and mushy with any man be at 50 or 15 years old. She was hot, she was cool and sometimes too over the top. And yes! She was our assistant to sales head and assisted him in and outside office. At least, rumours did suggest something like that. But, then she was my shopping buddy, she was my gossip buddy and she was my “sex and the city” daily soap watching buddy and we were this ultimate foodie who went around each and every restaurants in Kolkata.
However, she wasn’t someone with whom I was comfy sharing this boy (not that I owned him), which I realised only after seeing Raman was carrying Shalini’s bags. I was whining like a 16 year old ditched in love and Shalini was bragging about her latest achievement. Although, never did I saw them before together but then the shopping and Raman! Too much too soon!
I was not his girl friend, neither wife nor that I had a prospect and I was very happy with my own husband. So, why was I acting so silly, stupid and feeling pathetic? He was not mine but so far I thought I had all his attention. Anyway, women can day dream at any age.
I should have gone to seminar, enjoyed with my friends and colleagues, met clients, could have done some interactions. But, oh Alas! I was at home back from my yoga class and still in those yoga pants watching,” Bade Achche Lagte Hain serial recap on Sony. Duh!
Fiddling with the remote and taking a bite from my apple I called up Mom (who else in tragedy)
It was 6.30 pm and just when I was about to take bath and change into something, the door bell went Ting Tong……
Hi, Said Raman,” Aap ayi nahi seminar mein”.
Well, God has some serious chattis ka ankda with me, look at this guy here, dressed in a grey suit, white shirt and a navy blue silk tie and black oxfords and those spectacles, he was at his best and he seriously looked nothing less than a pin up boy, albeit of the corporate world. I can just stand there and watch him to my heart’s content.
But looking at me, my timing in life. I was in yoga pants, perspiring and oily hair and in chappal. Only saving grace was my deodorant and thankfully I was not stinking.
Me, “yes, I told you. Anyway come in”
Raman,” Actually I was looking for you and then thought of dropping in, had some documents to give away”.
Me in deep thought “when did I asked for a document from the seminar, guess someone is restless.”
Me to Raman, “Accha make yourself comfortable. I will come in few minutes. You can watch the TV if you want, I will be right back.”
Why do I always have to be doing something else when he is around, using my epilator over my legs I kept murmuring to myself. Few minutes turned into good 30 minutes. I went into bedroom and picked up favourite perfume Guerlain’s La Petite Robe Noire, sprayed it in the air and just walked naked through the perfume mist. Now that sounds silly but, yes! It works. When you can get kissed anywhere, then why focus on just one part.
Looking at the clock and how every minute was passing by I wanted to get ready fast. I wanted the clock to stop and I wanted him like I wanted nothing else in the world. I wore my fab India wrap around flare red long skirt with a golden border and a fitted black full sleeve tussar silk top that fell right around my waist. I took my hands back and tied the black laces that hanged tiny golden balls. My hair was wet and I had no time to blow dry. I smudged my kajal and rubbed my lip gloss (wearing lipstick at home would made me look too desperate). Completing the look with my tiny red bindi and my silver anklets I was now a different Natasha ! At least better than that yoga pants.
Wearing my silver jhumkas I was hopping down the stairs and I could see Raman turned back to see me. I said , sorry I hope you did not have to sit for long.
BY the way I took 45 minutes (at least not an hour!).
After a good 5 minutes pause he replied no I am fine and you are looking amazing .
Coming down I said Okay you mean I usually don’t look pretty.
Raman said,” Ah come on! Now why do you want me to say something that people keep telling you.”
I said,” Okay! So how was the seminar and is it over so early”
He said,” No actually I left after our Zonal head addressed the seminar and all that opening stuff and then it went very crowded and I just felt kind of bored.”
Bored! Kyun tumhare sare friends and Shalini (I just chuckled) nahe the kya.
Taking a deep breath he finally blurted out,” Bas aap nahi the”. While his word meant nothing much but his look on his face said a lot.
I asked,” Would you have some tea?”
He said,”Nopes actually, In seminar….”.
I said,” okay! But, I will have some tea and so …”
He said, “I wouldn’t mind one”
I went into the kitchen and Raman kept his coat over the sofa and walked till the kitchen door. Rolling his sleeves he said,” you have a nice house and a lovely kitchen. I said,” Thanks, actually my hubby is an architect and he designed the whole house with some extra emphasis over the kitchen as I love to cook and needed a big space. I have a kitchen garden too.”
Raman said,” Where is your husband?”
I said, “Oh as usual! On his tours”
Trying to balance my tray with tea and some sweets, I tried coming out and Raman was standing right in the middle. So I looked at him, he looked at me and he said,” oh sorry, I blocked your way, give this I will hold it”.
I said no please. You’re a guest and we don’t make our guests work.
Taking a sip he said nice tea. It reminds me of Kanpur – The masala chai.
I said, “Thanks. Hope you like these sweets. My mom has sent. This is what they call here as notun gur er sandesh. It is something made out of jaggery.
Raman,”Yes I know a speciality over here.”
With all his chit chat time passed in seconds it seems. It was 8.30 pm and we sat for dinner. It was grilled chicken, some salad and fried potatoes and spaghetti. In an hour I could only grill a chicken and make spaghetti.
I served him his food and passed some to my platter.
“The food is good” Raman said
I said, “Thanks, I did not know what to make as I was not expecting anyone”
Raman, “Well, actually I don’t have non-veg. I am a veg.”
I thought Oh shit. I messed it up.
I said, “Oh! then wait don’t have it, I will make something else and just when I was about to go he grabbed my hands and made me sit. “
He said, ”It is okay. I like this stuff and trust me it is awesome”.
I said, ”Now you don’t have chicken, so how come you say it is good or bad?”
Raman,” well, if you can make a vegetarian eat non vegetarian food then it has to be good.”
He had point and to my solace he could convince that he is enjoying it.
I said, “Deserts?”
He said pointing at his tummy, “I am full”
I said, “Okay then some wine?”
He said, “I never had wine”
I said, “Okay. Beer I don’t have, Gin isn’t at home, tequila I don’t know how to make, Rum again I don’t have so now either I have offer you whiskey or vodka”
He giving me a big laugh said, “Okay whiskey would do”
Heading to words our mini bar I took out one glass, and pour some Glen Ayrmore and passed it on to him”
We were facing each other on the other side of the heightened bar table and I was resting my face on my hands.
I asked him,” Are you feeling better”
He said, “Yes I am okay”
Actually, “you had non-veg for the first time and I don’t know if you were feeling pukish. So I offered you this.”
He said, “Where is your glass?”
“I will have desert” picking up the left over sandesh from the tea tray I said.
Mr “In control” kept the whiskey glass on the table and said,” I think ab chalna chahiye. Thanks for the dinner. Guess it was a smart idea not to continue with the seminar.”
We just laughed and I said, Okay but how would you go so late at night (it was only 9.30 pm).
He said, “I will take a cab”
I said, “Why don’t you stay back. You see even Adi is not at home and I am kind of getting bored and next morning I would go to mom’s place and would drop you”.
He said, “yes! nice idea anyway I don’t have anyone waiting for me so I have no issues as long as you don’t have a problem”.
I switched on the TV and some serial was still going on. He just took the remote and changed it to Star sports and said hope you don’t mind that I just need to catch the scores.
I was like huh! Men and the Cricket.
While he kept watching some crap over TV I did something crappier. Took out my red nail polish and started applying over my nails. He looked down on my hands and said nice colour. Red looks gorgeous on you.
He switched off that TV and resting his face over one hand started watching me.
I said,” Kya hua,TV band kar diya.”
He said ,” No am trying to figure how you paint your nails.”
Making a straight face I said,” Now what is that?”
He smirked and said actually I have not seen anyone like this.
“Like what? I am a woman and women paint nails”, I said
He laughed out loud and said no actually,” In office I only see you in pastels but yeah I kind of like your red lipstick, which you sometimes come wearing to office”
I was surprised to hear men keep such detail accounts. I thought men only ogle at assets and not on that nitty-gritty. But, then there are some and to those some you mean a lot more than just your assets.
I said, “Aur kya notice karte hain Aap”
Ignoring my words he said,” apne apna ghar nahi dikhaya”
I said “okay! But, you were here before. There is nothing much new in here but yeah let us go to terrace. I will show you my den.”
“These are paintings by my husband he does oil on canvas and I just love his work” going over the step I pointed at the painting in the living room, in the corridors and few on the wall beside the stairs.
I told him give me your coat, actually open this door my nail polish is still not dry. Now that is my bedroom. Take the key out of the dressing table. Open the wardrobe and take a hanger and hang this coat.
He said, “Okay Madam”
Now close everything and let us go up.
It was around Christmas season and there was a slight chill in the air. Nevertheless, it was a beautiful weather. The sky was dark and it seemed it would rain.
Switching on the terrace lights, Raman said. OMG. You almost have this terrace garden.
I said, “No this is not exactly the way I wanted to but you see it isn’t suitable for the exact terrace garden. So may be later my hubby plans to work on it and for now I have my flower pots up here and this jhoola.”
I went and sat over the jhoola and Raman was leaning over the rods.
I said, “Sit here”
While he sat, I stretched out my hand and started swinging them in the air .
He was like laughing and said now what is that?
I said,”drying my nail polish.”
He just laughed and took both my hands and said. Let me try this and started blowing out on my fingers. It looked funny but then I felt tickled over the fingers. With the sudden gush of air my hair fell right on my face and into my eyes and I was struggling to put it back with wet nails.
He took his hand and started tucking my hair behind my ears and said,” ab thik hain”.
I smiled and said thanks. There were thousand words I wanted to say but then said nothing and guess he felt the same.
There was a pause and I felt terribly coy to come up with any words. Well I don’t know what was wrong with me but then that was me. A big silent and he said something is sticking over your eye lid and then I was about to rub my eyes. He immediately extends his hands and takes out a tiny eye lash hair. My proximity with him was such that I could smell his old spice after shave and that was quite a turn on (better than Axe trust me!).
God knows what went into my mind I just got up and went over the edge of the terrace and he baffled by my act started looking around. He went the other side and said wow! Lovely cactus collection and just touched them.
Yaaaachhhh he shrieked.
Coming towards him I said you should have not touched the cactus like this and I take his right thumb in my mouth n suck the blood out. And while I kept looking for some thorn rubbing his thumb he went and again pierced his left thumb. I said Raman, “kya majak hain” and take his left thumb in my mouth. And while I kept sucking his right index finger looking into his eyes, he again pierced his right index.
His blood, his smell and his hands gave me shiver across my body even when he did nothing to me. I was lost and so was he now. I did not know what this guy knows of love, lust passion but the way he was going it seems had hidden a ocean out there.
I took his left index and was about to put it in my mouth and just liked that I dropped his hand with a jerk and ran way to another edge of the terrace.
He hold me from back and turns me around and with the little blood coming out o his hand , he rubs it one my right cheek and goes down rubbing my lips.
Pulls me closer and said, see now I painted you like your husband does it on canvas. He sniffs across my hair, my ears and his hands go down on my waist. He holds me up right there and lifts me placing right over the edge (now I was scared to death).
Holding his shirt by his hand as tightly as possible I said, “Please take me down I will fall. Look at you. You’re scaring me”.
Raman says, “Madam, hum hain na, itne bhi kamzoor nahi ki apko na sambhal sake”.
I pulled his collar and grabbed him close by stretching my right leg and my skirt coving all around his pants.
“Now if you drop me down you are going to die too”.
“Okay let us die then” He pulled my hair down he said. I never knew that sometimes the very feeling of being on the edge of life can be such a turn on. His blood his lips and my lips and that faint smell of his old spice gave me shudders out of fear, out of passion and may be feelings unknown to both of us.
I could feel his intensity by the way he tried to get hold of me. The way his arms crushed me against his chest and the way his lips worked on mine almost biting them, it was hard to decide what is actually driving me crazy, His kiss or his tight embrace.
It seemed I am like a new music instrument in the hands of a maestro, being explored in every possible way. While his fingers did his work on me gradually moving from my head too neck to slowing pressing down my boobs and then trying slip under my long skirt and caressing my thighs, I manage to push him a bit and take a deep breath. We both looked at each other and felt like two crazy people acting silly as hell.
Please take me down now, I will surely fall down!
Lifting me down Raman said, “you still think I cannot hold you! You don’t trust me, not feeling safe enough”.
Holding him close by his tie I whispered, “You know what! You still need to prove a lot of things” and then jerked him off saying, “To begin with catch me if you can”. I am going down stairs”.
Hey you lady! Just be there shouted Raman and gave me a good chase, it seemed like time took a back seat and both of us were too engrossed in each other to care for the world. And why should we when he had each other. If had the fearlessness, the sheer aggression of his age, I had my vivacity. if he was a moth then I was his flame. If his smile could make my heart skip a beat, my eyes made his heart stop and then. If I was lost in his touch, so was he in my breath……
Look this is not fare to do; at least with a gentleman like me” said Raman while trying to grab me around the sofa.
“Why”- I said
Because you always tease me like this and just leave me hanging in there. Said Raman
I Said, “Hello Mr. I never kept you hanging for anything; woh to aap hain jo iss tarah piche……”
“Oh really, guess aap ki memory Ghajni jaisi hain. Sab kuch karke fir sab kuch bhul jana”, Said Raman.
“How dare you! How dare you call me Ghajni”, moving toward Raman I tried to hit him with that cushion and he grabbed that cushion and he pulled me towards him.
This is not fair, I said.
Okay! He said and took out the cushion between us with one hand and brought me further close with another hand.” Now is this fine”, Said Raman.
Youuuuuuuuu! Please let me go and you go home! I said and the startled at my own words.
“Someone is feeling very shy”, Said Raman.
I nodded my head into yes and still trying to struggle to get rid of his grip.
You know what Raman, we should just stop here. This is not right. You’re a kid but I am not. So I need to make sure at least I don’t act stupid.
Well Madam Natasha. Look I am not a kid and dare you call me that. Said Raman and started kissing my ears.
“No please this is not right”, I said
Taking his hands off me and with a deep breath, Raman said. Natasha, see I do not know what’s wrong with you all of a sudden but if you are feeling like you drove me into this then please don’t feel that way. I want you and that is my feelings for you, which I believe is true. Now, I presume you wanted me the same way and I don’t know what is stopping you.
Raman continued, “I don’t know why the hell I should not feel the way I feel for you. I think I am hopelessly in love with you and I Know you will think that this is some king of dialogue bazi to get you laid but sorry Mam you’re not Madonna.”
I was flabbergasted. This guy I knew would not utter a single word and now almost lecturing me on my feeling and my looks! Huh!
I was just an intern and the way you came closer to me as a mentor , as colleague and then what happened that night , it wasn’t easier for me to not to think of you the way a man thinks for a women. And I know after blurting out all this you will be angry as hell and so am I.
I was About to say something and then he again yelled , “ wish I could say like all the people in love say I wanna marry you, take you home, make love to you 24*7 and make babies but then I know that is whimsical and absurd given this situation.”
“You are such a fool Natasha, you’re so cold that you do not even realise I came running like a fool to you when you were not in the god damn Seminar not to fuck you up here in your house in front of your hubby but to just see you because damn I missed you. Whom Am I kidding you do not even care for such random fellow like me. I know”
It was a pause…a long pause between us. He sat at one end of the sofa taking his glass off in his hand and with one leg folded up above another and I was sitting at another end. My only feeling at that time was damn you look so hot with that hot headedness.
I tip toed reaching Raman and sat over his lap.
Raman said, “Please don’t do that if you want me to go”
Taking of his specs in my hand I drew his head closer and sucked his lips in. Pulling him towards me while our lips locked and holding his shirt with my right hand I was looking for the table to keep his specs. He took the glasses from my hand and kept it over the table and taking his lips off hugs me tightly. He flipped my hair of with his hands and struck my jhumka.
Your ticking me, I said.
Raman, “catching his breath in a very husky voice he says. Yes I am”
He takes of that jhumka and then the other one place them on the table and just rolled me below him making me sit on the sofa. Guess we needed no words between us and whatever happened was…..
While he was out there giving in to his desires, I was shy as hell I could not even see him right into his eyes although this was not my first night. I turned back and he pulls of the laces with his mouth.
Either he was my hubby in disguise or he just wanted to remind me everything that he saw that night. Rubbing his nose against my back he planted a kiss.
He turns me front and wraps around me in his arms and says,” You know what. I was so restless not able to see you today I just dropped in and I still can’t believe you are here in my arms and like this. I am going to make to my lady tonight and please you don’t have to say you love me but let me love you like I could love nobody else, like I could feel nothing else, like I could”…. And I grab him by his lips.
He takes of my black top and starts kissing me all over my neck. Took off my bra straps and started to cup my breasts, he went down on them and sucked like there is no tomorrow. Well, not that I was used to wild stuffs but he literally made my tits swell with his bite. He pushed my face up with one hand and kept sucking my tits. He pushed me against his chest and tried to take out those bra hooks and struggled with it. Well I do the favour by removing my own hooks and then he hid his face inside my mounds.
He sat between my legs and I stretched my legs over the table leaning over sofa.With his hands he pulled out my thongs while my skirt was still on and swirled his fingers over my pussy. He reached between those lips and tried to insert his finger with a strong jerk. While with one hand he kept fingering my love hole, with another he reached my butt cheeks.
Before I could sink in with this whole pleasure, I was restless. I wanted to hold him but I my hands could barely reach out. With one hand I started pressing my boobs with my left hand and my finger nails of my right was digging against the sofa, trying to absorb the kind of treatment he was giving me
He took his finger out and sucked my wet juices sticking against his finger and before I could gasp his tongue licked all over my right thigh. He went right down my toe and took them in his mouth, sucking them like I sucked his thumb.
I just felt like pouncing over him bit him over his chest in the most vigour way and make him go red blue black with those bites.
Now before I could grab him, Raman grabbed my left hand and twisted it back. Now that was pretty hurting with another hand he twisted my right hand we both were now kneeling in front of the sofa. He again started his suck smooch suck my lips and said you made me crave for you, now you will crave for me and I will not enter between those legs until you beg , plead and cry.
“I will not beg, I will kill you” I said.
“cool. Let us see”. Raman said. He got up on his knees, pulled me up, took me in his arms and took me right over the bar side where he saw me last time. While I tried to take off his shirt he jerked my hand and made me face the bar table making me lean on . Guess this guy had a very good memory of everything. He took the whole bottle of that whiskey bottle and dropped over my back and started licking upward my spine. It was his on the rocks of a life time!
Before I could just turn around his tongue licked and his teeth dig my entire back and now making a way downhill.
NO he cannot do that. I thought it needs a real high to be licked down the ass crack. But then he did exactly like that and I never thought that even after 5 years of marriage there could be such an explored act of pleasure. Kneading my butts he kept licking me and I could just see myself tremble and could not hold on to the table top.
Now, I was really exasperated. I wanted to stop as I could not take it anymore but I guess Raman was far from over.
Don’t make me scream now! I gasped. Please leave me now! But, my words fell to deaf ears.
So are you begging? Raman asked
“Yes, leave me please, you’re too much!” I said.
“I hope I was gentle but I am not over yet” Raman said
Gentle? my foot!
With his shirt on and tie hanging down his neck he unzipped his pants.
He tried thrusting his cock against my ass and I felt he is going wrong direction.
But to my surprise he was just doing what he wanted to do and I kept yelling at him saying don’t you dare do that. Please it is going to hurt me, I have never done it before. Please! Raman just leave me!Before I could utter anything I went blank. He kept struggling for a while but piercing me he made his way inside, between my butts.
That was one hell of an experience, which I never want to experience ever again. Don’t know how the hell they do it in porn but yeah I was in tears, in pain, in disgust for being ripped of my something that was oh! so virgin. Sigh!
Gripping my hair tightly in his hand he kept ramming me to his heart’s content and I just felt numb after a while. Few minutes later (thank god it lasted only for few minutes) he ejaculated over my ass cheeks.
I fell on the floor and while Raman was still standing trying to catch a breath.
The wet floor, my wet and sticky body and wet eyes and pale cheeks made me feel weak. I needed sleep but then the night was far from being over. It was just the beginning.
While, Raman was about to sit beside me. I stopped him and said the floor is wet. You go upstairs in the bedroom, change and take a nap. I will take a wash.
He lifted me up and gave a tight hug. “I am all wet. Your shirt will get dirty” I said. He wrapped the skirt around me and I headed towards the bathroom.
While the hot shower made me feel a bit warmer, the love bites and the pain made me giggle and blush at the same time. However, it made me realise that this little boy is a beast!
I came out in my bath robe and did not find Raman inside the bedroom. He fell asleep over the sofa. I came near him and tried to wake him up to take him inside the bedroom. He was a bit cranky but very much in his senses to pull me down on his lap and kiss me.
Raman, “sorry my lady I just dozed off” Kissing over my nose he said in his cranky voice.
I ran my fingers across his hair and bringing down my face I said, “Get up boy,” I am yet to kill you”
So what did Natasha do to Raman? Did he really fell asleep that night to wake up to a morning tea or the night never ended for these fireflies?
Stay tuned for the next part.
Bye and Happy Durga Puja/ Dushera/ Nav Ratri in advance.
Natasha,
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