I logged into the Tinder account. I was just browsing through it.
Ping! The phone sounded. I just got a message.
‘Hi!’ the message said.
I checked the message profile. The DP was of a rose wrapped in a vine of thorns. I thought, what the hell and I replied. Days passed by, and we continued chatting on and off.
Finally, we decided to meet. I reached the hotel where we had planned to rendezvous. It was in the suburbs of Mumbai, quite a posh area. I have a good job and earn decently, but the area does make you think twice.
But what the hell! I have not had a date for quite long. I was to sit at the table facing the garden, as I was a bit early. Mumbai. You never know how much traffic you will get on a Friday.
“Hi, I am Chavi.” I heard with a tap on my shoulder. I turned and stood dumb. Kept looking, wondering, is this the one I had been chatting to?
“Hello!” I heard snapping back to reality.
“Hi,” I stumbled, “Please excuse me,” I said. “I never expected someone so pretty as my date.”
Chavi smiled, and we sat down. We started with some small talk, and as time went by, our conversation deepened. It was quite light-hearted by the end of our date.
“Would you like to come to my place for coffee?” Chavi asked.
How could I say no! We reached her place, about 15 minutes drive.
Chavi – about 35 years old, Fair, nose ever so slightly upturned, deep eyes, full breasts. She was wearing a White top and jeans, Platform shoes. Had a scarf around her neck. She’s a senior consultant in an MNC.
Chavi opened the door and invited me in. She showed me to the living room and went inside to keep her stuff. I was looking around her room. I saw a picture of a man with her displayed.
I wondered if she was married, and yes, indeed she was. Her husband, Suresh, also worked in an MNC and was quite senior to both of us. Chavi saw me looking at the pic and said, “He was in the office and will be late.” She said they were quite open in their relationship and had a free marriage.
We started chatting over wine. I actually noticed she was wearing the white top with top buttons open. I could see her cleavage quite clearly. Oh my god, I so wanted to stuff my face in it.
I straightened myself. She saw my awkwardness and smiled. She then got up and saddled my legs facing me. Taking the glass from my hand, she told me to open my mouth.
Her words were soft but firm as if I was under her command. I opened my mouth as instructed. She sipped on the wine and spit the wine into my mouth.
She commanded me to drink it. I gulped it down and opened my mouth for more.
“Oh, you want more?” she said, “You have a hungry mouth, I see.” She patted my cheek. “You will have much more in that mouth by the time we finish, boy.”
She held my shirt and pulled me to the ground. As I lay on the carpeted floor looking at her, she brought her toe to my mouth. “Suck it, boy,” she said. “You deserve this, don’t you?”
I simply nodded and sucked on her toe. All this time, I could see a wicked smile on her lips. She was enjoying my mouth. She opened her jeans and threw them across the living room. Then she sat on my face.
She was wearing a maroon thong. I started sucking over her underwear, a mesmerizing musky smell filled me. I was already hard, and this made me twitch. Very soon, I was lapping her juices like a hungry dog.
She moaned and rubbed her pussy over my face. “Eat it. Good boy, eat it, give your master an orgasm.”
These words were just heaven, and the taste was amazing. Her body jerked as she held my head and squeezed her thighs. My head was completely in her tight grip.
He let go of me when she calmed down. Chavi said, “Get up, boy, I need a drink. Go get me a drink.” I got up, wet patch on my pants, raging hardon. I got her water to drink.
I got myself a glass of water too. “No,” she said, “you don’t drink that.”
I was puzzled. When she finished, she held my collar and took me to the bath.
She sat on the edge of the tub and asked me to start sucking her pussy clean again. I got down on my knees and obeyed my master.
She squirted out and told me to drink it without spilling a drop. I fumbled, and I was slapped tight across the face. Stunned, I got busy again, lapping up the love water and juices.
After she was done, she started the shower. She told me to strip. I was completed nude in a blink of an eye. She smiled as she held my boner. We shared the shower.
After drying, she pushed me to bed and saddled me. She guided me into her pussy. It was heavenly, the warmth of her pussy around my shaft, the silky smooth feeling.
She rode me like a magician. She knew all her moves. Her pussy was doing wonders. I was about to cum. I told her. She just ignored me and kept going. I came. I closed my eyes as blood rose to my head.
She continued to push down on me till I completely filled her. She got up and, without warning, sat on my face. “Eat it, eat your mess, clean my pussy.”
I was still gasping for air. My cum mixed with her juices flowed in my mouth.
“Gulp it. Eat it. Gulp it now,” she commanded.
I saw the lust in her eyes. As I gulped down the cum, she orgasmed. Her eyes rolled, spasmed, and squirted all over my face.
The room was silent. We could feel our bodies exhausted, and I was asleep. So was she.
“Hey, Chavi. I am home!” I jerked and opened my eyes.