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This is a real incident from when I was 25. I was waiting for the elevator right behind Arif when I heard the ping and the doors opened. Arif walked in and was now facing me. I walked in and turned, and a family member attending the wedding entered in a hurry.
I got pushed against Arif’s strong, built body. The satin from my upper back brushed against his rock-hard pecs. My right bubble butt cheek, covered in Satin Salwar, ended up right in his right palm. I was worried about making a mistake attempting to wear my black thong under my shiny satin Salwar Kameez.
Arif looked comfortable in his beige salwar kameez. He was showing off his stature in a very sophisticated way, except for the sleeves that were rolled up to his elbow on his slightly hairy, muscular, veiny arms, flashing a classy Rolex.
I was attending Farhaan’s wedding.
A coworker turned close friend who thought I was a good suitor for one of his cousins. Therefore, I was on display at his destination wedding. This MF was an undercover rich guy learning the ways of life in a middle-class job, eventually to join the empire.
I realised he was rich when I received the air tickets with the wedding card and a number to call to get my designer outfits. Farhaan had some features of his Bade Pappa, Arif. Not all men in the Khan family were hunks or DILFs. But they were respectful, humorous and sexy.
I had just arrived this morning, greeted by Farhaan’s father, Rafiq. I was introduced to many other family members. I was then left to enjoy and explore on my own the big venue with several activities. One of my activities since my arrival this morning was chasing Arif with my eyes.
Even he noticed before I was formally introduced to him by Rafiq’s uncle. The first handshake with Arif, aka Daddy Arif, was electrifying. And after an hour-long chase of him in the evening as well. His chiselled 90 kg 6 ft 3 tall physique, hiding behind the flowery beige satin salwar kameez.
He was dressed like a sophisticated, wealthy king; here I was in a closed space up against him. His rolled-up sleeves. While I was lost in my thoughts, the ping on the 2nd floor brought me to my senses. The doors opened, and people exited. All this while neither left cheek moved, nor did the palm.
The doors closed, and it was just the 2 of us now as I moved away from him to push the 7th floor button. My eyes were glued to the floor, but my face could not hide the blush. The ping sound echoed again. As I was about to exit, a muscular arm blocked my path.
The finger moved to press 15 with his eyes glued to the lit-up button 15. I looked with confusion right into his face. The doors closed, and he continued to look at the floor while I kept looking at his face. This time, the ping was a wake-up call for both of us.
He walked out of the elevator slowly, and I kept looking at him as he walked. Then he turned and looked right into my eyes, and someone was different. I put my foot out of the elevator as if a new bride, while he pulled out the keycard and unlocked the door to his presidential suite.
It took me a while to realise that, of course, this floor was for a special attendee, aka the owner of the hotel. He pushed the door open with his left arm, with his eyes still staring at the floor. I walked past him and entered his suite. I turned and saw him closing the door behind me. There was nothing more to think.
I turned towards the full-length glass window and pulled out my kameez in less than 3 steps. The cold air in the room hugged my soft fair body. I wasn’t hairless but had managed to keep it as non-existent. My gold chain was the next thing that slid from my neck and gently landed on the side table.
In the next 3 steps, I loosened the knot, and my salwar kissed the floor. I was now barely able to hold my skin under the black satin thong hiding between my plump butt cheeks. I reached the window. The windows reflected a silhouette of a beige figure.
Arif too emptied his pockets slowly. Off came his kameez, revealing a darker shade of brown skin than mine. His hairy upper chest flaunting rock-hard pecs with dark brown nipples hiding behind slightly curly hair. These shoulders and arms were crazy big. The hair tapered to his pubic region.
I watched from the full-length glass window reflection. He kept looking at me as he untied the knot of his salwar and dropped it on the floor. I was expecting that a DILF with sharp facial features in his 50s with a salt-and-pepper look would have substandard underwear.
But the patterned sexy cut jockey brief pleasantly surprised me. He stripped with each step and was now standing behind me. His salt and pepper beard brushes against my shoulder. His breath gliding over my neck, his right nipple brushing against my left shoulder blade.
The outside was lit with a wedding venue and functions with people, while inside it was quiet except for Arif’s heavy breaths. Losing a wife must have been difficult for this 51-year-old handsome man with grown-up kids busy in their own lives abroad.
His left hand reached out across my belly and gently pulled me into his space.
Our bodies are now pressed against each other. His eyes closed. My eyes closed. Our breaths synced. The only thing between my left butt cheek and his manhood was the sexy Jockey fabric.
A warm kiss was planted on my neck, and I couldn’t hold it anymore. I turned and threw my arms around him. His left fingers caressed along my spine while his right hand squeezed my right cheek. I pulled myself away and looked right at him. His eyes looked innocent yet lusty.
Our lips were a few centimetres apart. We kept breathing into each other before we could hold it anymore, and then there it was. The warmest and comforting kiss. We continued to kiss while our hands were exploring each other’s bodies. A good 20 minutes of lip workout broke with a smile.
The next thing I knew was Arif lifting me like a bride and walking me to his king-size bed. He rolled me into the bed. I stopped facing away from him on my belly. We forgot to switch on the lights. But the room wasn’t dark. My curved ass was shining in the moonlight.
He reached out and pulled the thong away from the bubbles. I dug my face into the pillow, dying from shyness. I heard a snap of elastic, realising that the Jockey was now on the floor. The veiny muscle in my arm began feeling my foot and found its way slowly to my shoulders.
We were now spooning. My ass pressed against a thick manhood, my back against a strong, slightly hairy, muscular torso. My chest was cupped by the strongest palm. Suddenly, the silence was broken, and the first words echoed in the room.
“Aap dar toh nahi rahe?” (Are you not scared?) His manly voice pierced my ears and right into my heart. “Dar kaisa, aap haina,” (Why should I be? You’re here.) came the response from me in a softer tone. Arif didn’t wait for a second to plant a kiss on my right cheek.
The moonlight from the glass window fell right on my face. I knew this man wanted to be felt and feel like my Mard tonight, and fulfil his urges. I broke the position and now faced him. Went straight for his lips. Our kissing continued for the next 15-20 minutes.
Then he continued with a train of kisses right from my lips. It was going past my neck, shoulders like a snake slithering through my left and then right nipples. He was taking pauses in between to look at me. Then he continued on my belly, eventually passing my pubic and reaching my thigh.
My left leg voluntarily lifted in the air. His lips continued to find their path to my perineum and eventually to my ass hole. His wet tongue left a trail of cold saliva all over my body, which was creating a cold, electrifying sensation. Finally, those juicy lips landed on the pink, petal-like smoothness of my hole.
I couldn’t hold back my “Ah,” as my hands ran to find his palm. We interlocked our fingers. He continued to lick, kiss and eat my ass like a true horny but gentle man till my moans reached an alarming decibel. I couldn’t take it anymore, and my hand reached for his face, directing it to my face.
Only his lips could seal my moans. Eventually, Arif’s body found its way on top of me. My legs wrapped around his waist. My left hand was running through his hair. My right hand grabbed his juicy, muscular mini basketball-sized butt cheek.
He kissed and nibbled on my neck and rubbed his hard manhood against my hairless hole. Thank God, I cleaned it earlier today. Then he pulled his head up and looked right at me. I knew it was time. His Precum had already lubricated my hole and his dick head.
I had not even seen it yet, but from touch I knew it was a tough one. He pushed in slowly. The excitement to have this man inside of me overshadowed the pain of his giant entering me. I fought all the pain as my face showed all possible expressions while Arif looked at me with love and care.
Now his 8.5-inch-long thickness was inside me. I took deep breaths as he stood still, letting my stretched hole adjust. And then the slow manoeuvring began. I could feel every vein of his manhood as he held me in his arms, and his palm rested over my head.
With each push, my moans were getting louder and his breath getting stronger. We were having sex like a newly married couple. His palm and finger found mine, and we interlocked as he increased his speed. I was in heaven. He then pulled out, kissed my neck, and rolled me over.
He entered again, but his slightly curvy manhood was now hitting a different spot inside me, likely my G spot, as I continued to moan and he continued to nibble, lick, bite and kiss my ear and ear lobes. We continued the missionary and back intimacy until he came thrice inside of me.
He emptied warm loads in huge quantities that I never knew a man could. He made me unload 4 times on the bedsheet without touching my flaccid willy. Exhausted, he crashed after emptying his third load on the bed with a sweaty face and body and a big smile.
My back was all drenched in his sweat. I rolled back and sneaked into a sweet spot in his left armpit resting my head on his biceps as he planted a kiss on my forehead, grabbed my ass. I said Thank you.
He responds, “Aisi gusthaki mat kijiye, hum pyaar ke badle pyaar chahte hai, thank you nahi.” (Don’t say that, I want love in exchange for love.)
I blushed. He continued, “Aise he sharmaoge toh hum yuhi mar jayege, haaye.” (Oh, if you feel shy, I will die of happiness.)
I wanted to die of shyness. I planted a kiss on his left chest and hid my face in his skin. I heard, “Good night, meri jaan.” I responded with a kiss on his skin. I don’t know when we were asleep in that moonlight-lit room. Farhaan’s wedding was 7 days away, and the morning was awaiting us with more.