Wednesday evening, sitting in a resto bar in MG Road, Bangalore. I start to shamelessly look around at the others. And to my astonishment, I see I’m not the only one who does that.
A pretty blonde does the same thing at a table a little farther from me. I get up and head to the toilet. Actually, the toilet is on the other side, and her table is not in the way. So I’m going straight to her with a very serious expression.
“Hi,” I say, “I look at you for a few good minutesI notice you seem to be looking for a conversation with someone?”
“Hello,” she says, “it’s true, but I see no one else but you who wants to talk to me.”
So I sit at the table and smile like a moron, so I imagine.
“I’ve seen you around here. It’s not the first time you’re here, and I noticed you alone every time.”
“My name is Aravind,” I say, stretching my hand like at a business meeting.
“Mithuna, 27, designer, currently free and available,” she smiles and looks forward to my reaction.
“Aravind Manas, freelancer, free from all points of view,” and we shake hands, and I appreciate the firm grip of her hand.
“You have beautiful and pleasant hands with your own independent life.”
“Yes, she says, and I like yours too. I’ve noticed them for a long time, and to tell you a secret, I imagined them holding my hands and feeling the warmth of your hands on me.”
The attraction between us is obvious, I would make a direct proposal, but I’m afraid I will be refused, but ultimately why not.
“What would you say to continue talking at home, or your place, in a more relaxed setting?”
“That’s the spirit, my gentleman. I was waiting for that from you, come on, let’s not waste time. In five minutes, we’ll be at my home. I am living here down the road.”
I’m a bit disturbed by the situation. Usually, I don’t hang out with anyone in the bars. I do not even let myself be approached. But Mithuna seems different, and in the end, I’m free and unbound.
“Let’s get something to drink from the store and relax. I hope you’re just as perverse as me, Aravind dear.”
I discreetly pick up the eyebrows of appreciation and smile with pleasure reminding me of the fun I sometimes have.
“Depends on what you perceive by perversion. Do not expect me to whip or ride you, but I like to look at beautiful, naked women who feel good exposing themself.”
“Perfect, it’s just what I want. To expose me enough to warm me up and not jump to me in the first three seconds after you see me naked.”
So, I demand the bill. She gestures back to the waiter and gets up, taking her purse down the door.
“Looks like you have a special relationship with these waiters. It is like they know your thoughts.”
“It’s my bar, dear, and I’m its owner. However, I do not like to look like I am. And, of course, they’re all like the bunnies when I am here, and you’re one of my favourite clients. Let me treat you from time to time.”
My face falls once again. I smile like a fool, receiving a more pleasant smile back.
“I love your reaction. I hope I did not scare you and did not think you were used.”
She took my arm and guided me, “Let’s do it. Do not you think I’m obsessed, but I like your style. That’s my crazy nest. How do you like it?” And she puts her coat on the hanger, giving me a nice image of her body in her dress.
“Make yourself comfortable. Take off your shoes. If you don’t have anything against it, you can stay for the night and leave tomorrow. I mean, it’s about six o’clock in the evening, and it starts to get dark. If you want to call your mother to tell her, you do not come this evening, to not make her worry.”
“I’m amazed. How do you know I’m staying with my parents?”
“I like you, and I asked some people who you are and where you came from. So I know a little about you.”
I call my mom to tell her I’m not coming home tonight. I remove my shoes, throwing my socks as usual, remaining barefoot.
“OH, you already have a like from me. I love when men stay barefoot in front of me.”
“And many men remain barefoot ?” I ask maliciously.
“Well, how do I tell you?” she says openly, “I was married, and it did not work out. May I kiss you?” She asks me and approaches me standing straight, with her chin up, defiant and questioning.
We kissed lightly on our lips, feeling our sweetness and the fine pleasure of kissing each other. “Yes, I like it. I’ll get in the shower.” And she disappears, shouting over her shoulder, to feel like I am home and that the glasses are through the kitchen.
I hear the water showering in the bathroom. I tell myself that Mithuna is already under the shower. I jump out of my clothes and aim naked towards the bathroom. And the surprise, Mithuna is not yet in the shower but is lighting the candles.
She looks at me and stares at me, me being completely naked, looking so different than dressed. With her mouth open without words, she stays locked on my penis, half erect. The shower is large and spacious, with the glass door already steamed.
It smells nice because it is clean, and the candles give a great atmosphere. Mithuna is naked next to the shower door, a little shy. With her breasts covered with a hand, staring hypnotized at my penis.
“Let me do that,” she says and sticks to me without waiting for my consent. She takes my penis in her hand, this time perfectly erect. I penetrate her with pleasure. She is perfectly wet. She is excited and hot, and she is the best. I stop feeling the pleasure of her pussy pulsating on me, tugging around my penis.
She’s already trembling and squealing in me. She is shaken by an orgasm, at least, I think so. “Ah, how much I liked it all week. I’ve imagined this scene.” She is kissing me wildly in my mouth, and she moves like crazy on my penis. I like how she drives the game.
It’s so tight that I’m rubbing my penis with a towel. It’s a delicious feeling, and I feel my penis getting bigger. I slowly take the lead. Mithuna puts both of her hands on my penis. I’m in ecstasy. I’m all a penis, and I do not think anymore. I get up on my peaks, stretching my legs and back muscles.
Mithuna’s hands rub my penis fiercely. I feel every rubbing directly into my brain. A wave of sperm splashes her breasts, dropping hard on a nipple, and the second, fresh jet of fresh sperm strikes her lips. She’s still rubbing me and looks with pleasure.
Every drop drips out of me until she leaves me without energy and breathlessness. She licks on the translucent sperm lips and gets up, kissing me. I feel my sperm, the little salty taste and the aroma of musk rising to our nostrils.
Looks like we will have a beautiful night!
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