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I met Rohit again in September. A month after our adventures in Jordan. This time in Jaipur, Rajasthan. ‘Meeting’ would be an incorrect term to describe our reunion. I literally bumped into Him.
After returning from Jordan with a heavy heart, I went to attend a friend’s birthday party in Jaipur. Instead of returning home, I decided to spend 2 days and nights at my favourite place in Jaipur – The Tree House Resort – to heal my broken heart.
It is located just 30 km outside Jaipur. I was booking a cab from there to go to The Tree House when a familiar voice from behind stopped me in my tracks. “Miss Velvet Lips!”
I could not believe my ears. I turned around in a fraction of a second and could not believe my eyes either. There He was, standing a few feet away, with a suitcase and a laptop bag. Wearing His trademark Oakley shades and a Rolex wristwatch.
“Rohit! You here?” I was as overjoyed as I was surprised. “How come?”
“Well, you did inform me that you were going to Jaipur to attend a friend’s birthday party,” He flashed His usual smile and walked towards me. “You also told me that today would be the day the party ends. I decided to drop by unannounced.”
“Drop by? From Jordan?” I was giggling and blushing at the same time. “To meet me?”
“Why not? The 1st time we met, I gave you a lift. This time, you could return the favour,” He replied smilingly. “Give me a lift till Delhi.”
“Um… I am not returning to Delhi,” I hesitated a bit, “not yet. I am going to Nature Farms.”
“Where is that?” He frowned.
“Just 30 km from here,” I decided to disclose my secret. “My favourite holiday resort is located there.”
“Nature Farms? That’s your favourite holiday destination?” He seemed a bit surprised.
“No. Nature Farms is the name of the property. 300 acres of forest land. Located inside Nature Farms is my favourite place – The Tree House Resort,” I explained.
“Treehouse? You mean houses on trees?” He sounded sceptic.
“Yes, honey. It has wooden cottages built on trees. 20 – 30 feet above the ground,” I tried to convince Him. “It’s the most peaceful place on earth.”
“Really? Never heard of it. Can I accompany you? Would like to see it.”
“Seriously? You don’t need to be someplace else?” I started giggling again. Rohit was full of surprises.
“My only business here is you,” He replied. “You are the reason I have come to Jaipur. If that means I have to stay on trees like a monkey, I will happily do it.”
I started laughing, partly at His words and partly at my good luck. “It’s no monkey business. Those are luxury cottages. You will get 5-star facilities over there. Are you serious about coming along with me?”
“Of course, babe,” He smiled again. “Let’s go.”
The moment we sat down in the cab, He grabbed my hand and said, “I missed you. Badly.”
“I missed you too,” I replied and melted inside. I wanted to hug and kiss Him right there and then. But we were in a cab, so all displays of affection would have to wait.
“How long do you plan to stay there?” He asked.
“2 days at least,” I replied and looked Him in the eye.
“2 days all alone? Again?” He took off His sunglasses. “You went to Jordan alone. You are going to this resort alone. Babe, what are you running from?”
“Reality. Pain. Both,” I looked away. “You won’t understand.”
“Then let me understand,” He held both my hands. “Let me in. Give me these 2 days to relieve your pain.”
He was earnest in His plead, reassuring in His tone, and kind in His display of emotions. But that wasn’t enough to soothe my emotional torment.
How was I supposed to explain to Him how painful being separated from Him was? And how painful it was to meet Him again, knowing we could not be together forever.
Chapter 7 – The Tree House Resort
We reached our destination in less than an hour. I had been to the Tree House twice before with my parents. This was the 1st time I went alone. Or rather, decided to go alone. Rohit’s presence ensured that my lonely vacation did not turn out to be lonely at all.
“Gosh! It’s expensive,” exclaimed Rohit as He went through the room charges. “Almost Rs. 18,000 per day, same as a 5-star hotel!”
“The amenities inside are also 5-star,” I told Him. “Let me pay. I was supposed to pay for my stay anyway.”
He would not have it. He would not allow me to pay. Or share the rent. Not because He was rich. But because He was chivalrous. He was chivalry personified. He was living proof that chivalry is not dead.
“They did not ask any questions about our marital status,” He told me after He had made an advance payment. “I was expecting queries from them, considering we are an unmarried couple.”
“India has progressed a lot since you left for Jordan as a child,” I teased Him. “And we are not the only unmarried couple holidaying here.”
We were allotted cottage number 12, or ‘Air House’ 12 as they called it. All cottages built on trees are referred to as ‘air houses.’ There are some cottages built on a small lake too. Those are known as ‘Overwater cottages.’
All ‘air houses’ are built of wood and stand on giant keekar trees. Wooden roof, wooden walls, wooden floors. Huge branches of the keekar tree went inside our cottage, through the room and came out of the bathroom.
I started taking pics of the room. He closed the door and hugged me from behind.
“Let me take a shower first,” I said and tried to wriggle out. “I smell of dust and sweat.”
“You smell just fine,” He hugged me tighter. “You are wearing that lipstick I had gifted you.”
“I do not use any other lipstick anymore,” I said. “And it’s my lipstick now, not yours.”
He lifted me in His arms and carried me to the balcony. Families and kids were walking, chatting and playing on the lush green grass below. We were 20 feet above them, looking down on them from the balcony. We could see them, but they could not see us.
“I want you,” He suddenly grabbed my crotch. “Why did you leave me?”
“Rohit, we have already had this discussion,” I replied apologetically. “Your life is in Jordan. Mine is here in India. Can’t help it.”
“I can’t forget you. I miss you terribly,” He kissed my lips and whispered in my ear. “Can’t help it either.”
I had no reply for Him. His condition was as bad as mine. His touch on my lips and crotch made me warm and fuzzy. I felt a familiar tingling sensation between my legs.
He kept rubbing my crotch through my jeans and kissed my neck. He picked me up in His arms and walked over to the bed. He threw me on the bed and pounced on me like a tiger.
“You have hurt me,” He whispered. “You should not have left me. I am all broken inside.”
So was I. Only I could not express it in so many words. I have never been vocal about my pain and grief in my life. I have always suffered in silence. And have always run away and hid myself.
“Rohit, let me take a shower first,” I tried to change the topic.
“No, I can’t wait,” He replied emphatically, “not anymore.”
He tugged at the leather belt at my waist. Wrestled to remove it but managed to unbuckle it. I did not offer any resistance. He seemed like a man possessed, in a rush to fulfil His mission.
Next, He unbuttoned my jeans and unzipped them. He then tried to pull it down but could not succeed. The jeans were tight-fitted and got stuck at my thighs.
“Take it off,” He ordered me. I said nothing, did nothing, and kept staring at Him.
He touched my panties and rubbed His hand all over. On the sides, at the front, and between my legs. He looked at His fingers and blurted out, “You are so wet.”
His fingers were covered in my slippery wetness and shining under the room light. I said nothing and kept looking at Him.
“Take this off,” He tugged at the elastic of my panty. “And this too,” He pulled at the jeans stuck at my thighs.
“Do it yourself,” I mumbled faintly. “I am not going to help you.”
This made Him further agitated and aggressive, as if He resented me for not cooperating. He whispered angrily, “I don’t need your help.”
He grabbed my panty on the left side and tore it open with a sudden jerk. He then repeated it on the right side, grabbed it and tore it off with a quick jerk. The slight sound of the tearing of the fabric, coupled with His sudden movements, made my heart skip a beat.
“You thought this would stop me?” He peeled off the torn brief slowly from my crotch like He was peeling a banana. Slowly. With care. But He could not remove it since I was lying on it. Half of it was buried under my back.
He rubbed His fingers on my crotch and inserted one of them in my pussy. It’s not too deep, just slightly. He felt it over, probed it, and then withdrew the finger.
“It’s so warm!” He exclaimed. “You are burning up.”
I was, indeed. A month spent without His touch was like a lifetime spent in exile. I had not even touched myself in this period. The unexpected intrusion of His finger made me feel hot and feverish.
He quickly removed His pants and pulled down His underwear. I was witness to my favourite sight – His mighty muscular cock getting enlarged and bigger – right before my eyes. In seconds, it became stiff like a pole.
“You have missed this, haven’t you?” He grabbed my palm and put it on His dick. “It has missed you terribly.”
I groped His thick cock and stared at it for a moment. It looked the same as always – strong, intimidating, proud – but it felt different this time. It felt angry and hurt.
His balls felt different, too. Big and heavy as usual, they did not respond to my touch this time, as if they were upset for some reason. Upset with me.
“I have not emptied them even once in the last 30 days,” He said coldly. “They don’t respond to my touch anymore. They only crave you all the time.”
I felt sorry and devastated. I could feel the deep anguish hidden in His voice. The anger and frustration He must have felt after I walked out on Him in Jordan and returned to India. The anger and frustration He feels to this day.
All that hurt and resentment had been accumulating inside His balls for the past month. And now they were anxious to come out and unleash their fury on me. They were hungry for a release.
“Take me. Punish me,” I mumbled fervently. “Hurt me.”
I could not see Him suffer anymore. I was responsible for causing Him pain. So I had to take responsibility for relieving it, too.
“I am not going to hurt you,” He said softly. “But I am going to punish you for sure.”
My skinny jeans were stuck at my thighs. There was no time to remove them. So, I lifted both my legs together in the air to enable Him to invade me.
He plunged His angry cock inside my pussy slowly. No massive thrust, just a slow, deep insertion. He did not move back and forth even once. Just used His bodyweight to slowly shove His giant organ inside my sloppy tunnel in one continuous motion.
He repeated this movement a second time. Then, a third. Again and again. Pushed His cock deep inside me, using His bodyweight until it could not go any further. Then He pulled it out completely and repeated the movement.
“Am I hurting you?” He asked me, courteous as always, not wanting to inflict pain on me.
“No,” I replied, “and it doesn’t matter. Just do it. Get it out of your system.”
And so He did. No shallow strokes, only deep plunges. No quick thrusts, only steady insertions. A man in lust fucks hard. A man in pain fucks deep. And Rohit was in pain, a lot of pain.
“Do it,” I said again. “I deserve it.”
Those words proved to be the trigger, the final straw in His quest for a release to end His suffering. All His feelings of indignity and resentment came shooting out of His cock. Those words made Him cum.
He yelled in pleasure and relief as His balls exploded. A tsunami followed as wave upon wave of His cum started shooting off inside my cunt. Dumping lumps of thick, creamy semen. Coating my love canal and gushing out of the opening onto the bedsheet.
He collapsed by my side, spent and exhausted. I looked at His face. It looked calm and peaceful now, just as it appeared after the end of a storm.
I took off my top and unhooked my bra while lying on the bed. He lay beside me, dozing off to sleep. Never before had I seen Him fall asleep after having sex. Not till that moment.
“Sleep honey,” I caressed His hair, “it’s over now. I hope you find peace.”
I removed my bra and guided my nipple into His mouth. I wanted to suckle my sleeping baby. He was half asleep but opened His mouth nonetheless. I pushed my nipple in.
He sucked on my tit for a while in His sleep while I kept caressing His face. Today I did not cum. But I felt happier than ever knowing that my man finally got over His pain and anguish. And I had a role to play in it.
Chapter 8 – Side Effects Of The Food
Rohit woke up from His sleep after almost 2 hours. By then, I had taken a shower and was coming out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel. Wearing a new set of bra and panties underneath.
“I am hungry,” He said with sleepy eyes. “Let’s go for lunch.”
“Lunchtime is long over, honey,” I responded. “It’s 3 PM now. The tandoor has closed down, I checked.”
He was disappointed. Maybe He was hungry. Maybe the last time He ate was on His flight to Jaipur. I decided to cheer Him up.
“It would be tea time in an hour,” I announced. “We could walk outside for a bit and then eat something at tea time.”
“Or we could order room service and have tea and snacks right here on this bed,” He chipped in. “How does that sound?”
“Sounds good. But I am in the mood for a walk,” I replied. “This resort is beautiful. I want you to see it.”
“Fine. As you wish,” He got up from bed and went straight to the bathroom. I quickly removed my towel and was getting ready to change into a T-shirt and jeans when He came out of the bathroom.
“What’s this you are wearing?” He tugged at the elastic of my panty. “You can’t wear this.”
“Why not?” I was surprised at His strange request.
“Because I say so. Because I don’t want you to. Because you look better without them than in them,” He chuckled wickedly.
“Very funny,” I said. “How am I supposed to go out then?”
“You can wear your clothes, but not your undies,” He pulled me closer and hugged me. “Not as long as we are here.”
“Don’t be ridiculous,” I admonished Him. “Will you go out without wearing yours?”
“Yes, of course. I don’t have a problem. In fact, I will do it as an act of solidarity. Accepted?”
“No,” I tried to break free of His tight hug. “I am not going out like that. You can if you want to.”
“Then I will have to tear it off,” He said with a wicked grin. “I have already damaged one; might as well damage another.” He grabbed the elastic tightly.
“Please don’t,” I gave in. “I will not wear it inside this room. But I have to wear it before I step outside. Please try to understand.”
“Why?” He asked as if He didn’t know the reason.
“Because it’s needed when I am wearing jeans. The jeans will rub against my private parts if I don’t wear my undies.”
“Then you shouldn’t wear jeans,” He said casually. “Wear something loose-fitted instead. Like a salwar.”
So it was. I had to accept Rohit’s kinky demand. Fortunately, I was carrying a Patiala salwar and kurta in my luggage. For my friend’s birthday party, I had attended earlier. I removed my panties and put on the kurta-salwar set.
“You can’t wear this either,” He tugged at my bra.
“Don’t you dare touch it,” I hissed at Him. “I am not going out without a bra.”
“Why not?” He was taken aback at my sudden aggressive stance.
“Because my nipples will show,” I replied sternly, “and my breasts … um… will bounce when I walk.”
He relented and allowed me to keep my bra on. But I felt very awkward walking around in a salwar with no panties on. Fortunately, the kurta was long enough to cover my crotch and hips.
Rohit did not appear uncomfortable at all, roaming around in His tee and shorts without wearing undies. He was whistling, chatting, and behaving like the old Rohit I had met in Jordan. The same Rohit I fell in love with.
The resort has a beautiful property. Long walking and bicycle tracks, a mini swimming pool, tennis and badminton courts, billiards and table tennis facilities. But the ultimate attraction is the 400-year-old Peacock Bar, an antique marvel.
Neither Rohit nor I drink booze. So, we spent a few minutes gawking at the ornate beauty of the Peacock Bar before settling down with tea and snacks at one of the many wooden gazebos scattered across the resort.
“Let’s have an early dinner,” said Rohit. “These snacks and tea are not enough to fill up my tummy.”
We chatted and talked for a couple of hours. The sun had set, and dusk settled over the lush greenery. We headed over to the dinner buffet and marvelled at the lavish spread.
The food was lip-smackingly good. Traditional Rajasthan delicacies like Besan ki roti, Gatte ki sabji, and Dal baati choorma. And Rohit had a generous serving of Laal Maas. All were tasty as hell. And spicy as hell.
“It’s too spicy,” said Rohit while wiping off the sweat from His nose and forehead.
“Spicy is yummy. I love spicy,” I said.
All that spicy food made me incredibly horny. I could literally feel the heat emanating from my pussy. In the absence of panties, the wetness seeped through my tiny hole directly onto the salwar. I wanted to return to the cottage.
“Rohit, I think we should leave now,” I told Him. “I need to go back to the room.”
“Me too,” He said and pointed at His crotch. “I don’t want to be embarrassed in public.”
I peeped under the dining table at glanced at His crotch. Oh my! He had a hard-on! There was a huge bulge under His shorts, which was impossible to hide.
“It’s the food,” He said. “There is something in the spices that has caused this.”
“Don’t blame the food,” I chided Him. “You decided to walk around without wearing your briefs. It’s your fault.”
The long walk back to the cottage was an exercise in avoiding embarrassment. I tried my best to hide the damp stains on my salwar and succeeded somewhat. Rohit’s job was far more difficult. He had a really tough time hiding His bulge. In the end, He gave up.
The moment we entered our room, we closed the door and started taking each other’s clothes off. I unzipped and unbuttoned His shorts. He tugged at the drawstring of my salwar.
The loose, voluminous Patiala salwar dropped silently to the floor in a fraction of a second. And even before I pulled down His shorts, His rigid monster popped out of His open fly and smacked me in the face.
Both of us were now naked below the waist. He grabbed my butt and slid His fingers between my legs. I cupped His balls with one hand and stroked His dick with the other.
“You are so wet,” He whispered in my ear.
“You are so hard,” I whispered back. And pushed Him down on the bed on His back.
He lay on the bed with His face, and dick pointed upwards. I rode him with my legs on either side of His body. I wanted to be on top. I wanted to be in control.
“Take it in slowly,” He advised me. “Gently lower yourself and take in one inch at a time.”
“Rohit,” I looked Him in the eye, “this is Jaipur, not Jordan. You taught me how to ride a horse in Jordan. You don’t need to teach me how to ride a cock. I already know it.”
What followed next was frenzied sex at its best. I didn’t heed His advice and decided to rush ahead. I pushed my tiny hole ferociously into the tip of His monstrous cock. It stretched my tight pussy to the maximum limit.
My pelvic muscles stretched and stretched to allow His enormous rod inside me. Until they could stretch no more. I could feel the entire length of His cock deep inside me. I jumped up and down His shaft like a machine.
“Take off your top,” He said. “And your bra, too.”
“Why?” I asked.
“I want to witness those famous Shilpi boobs bouncing up and down. Please do it.”
I obliged Him. Removed my tee and bra. And resumed riding His cock.
His wish was fulfilled soon enough. My 34DD tits began to bounce wildly with each up and down movement. The look on His face said it all – He was incredibly happy.
He grabbed my boobs in His hands and pinched the nipples. Hard. So hard that I had an orgasm in minutes. He came soon after, shooting off His load like a fountain inside me. Gallons of His cum dribbled out of my cunt, down His cock onto the bedsheet.
Rohit didn’t let me sleep the whole night. Every time I dozed off, He would fuck me fast and hard. “It’s the spicy Rajasthani food,” He would say, “the spices are making me do this.”
It was 6 AM when He finally stopped and allowed me to sleep. But not before declaring, “Tomorrow, we will order room service. I want to keep making love all day and night.”
(To be continued).
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