I am Nayana. I am the branch Manager of a Private Bank. It was a busy day. I walked out of my cabin to talk to my fellow worker. There was a guy sitting in the lobby with a bunch of papers in his hand. I felt it was a familiar face and took a second look at him. Yes he was the same guy.
Going back to 4 years, I was travelling in a bus to attend my final interview for the bank I am working now. Interview was scheduled at 11.30 am. My bus had a technical problem midway and the driver had no option but to wait for another bus to arrive. So there was no possibility of me reaching in time for the interview.
All the passengers were on the road trying their luck to get a lift. No one was ready to stop and I lost hope of attending the interview. In a while one guy slowed down seeing me waving my hand. I went to him and asked him for a lift. Few more people came to take his help. Finally 4 of us got into his car.
We reached the place earlier than the bus would have. I was there well in time. I got through in the interview. I always felt that this guy was the one who helped me get my current job. But after he dropped me, he left with a smile. I didn't take his name or whereabouts. I wished I would meet him sometime in my life.
Now the same guy is in my office. I informed my office boy to call him into my cabin. As he entered, he kept the papers on my table mentioning what he had come there for. I asked him to sit. I saw the papers and read his name. It was Mohan. I asked him what he would like to have. He was confused and said Tea. I handed the papers over to the office boy to get it done.
I asked him if he remembered me. He was not able to recall. I reminded him how he had helped me and I was very thankful to him. He was happy that he knows a person in the bank to get his job done. I said I owe him a party and asked when he would be free. He said he was free the next sunday.
I attended a marriage of a relative of mine on friday. I was related to the bridegroom. I saw Mohan in that place. He too had come to attend the same marriage. He was a friend of Bride's father. We sat together and spoke about a lot of things. I liked the way he used to talk to me.
A party was organised the next day evening and both of us were invited. As we came to know that both of us will be attending the party, he said he will pick me up from my home in the evening.
I reached home and this guy was filled in my mind. I liked the way he spoke and the way he behaved. I started thinking how I should dress for the party keeping him in mind. I thought I was getting crazy. I was wondering why am I trying to impress upon him. Finally I decided on how I would dress, went shopping and bought a few things.
Next day I was ready much early. I took so much care to make myself look beautiful. I was wearing one of my best saree. I was very eager to meet him and wondering what his reaction would be seeing me. He came on time and picked me up.
We reached the party. It was arranged in a big hotel. We sat together and watched the programs. He said I have a good taste of dressing. I was expecting him to tell me I look beautiful. At Least something was better than nothing. He said he liked the design of my bindi. I felt happy he observed something of me, if not all.
I was observing him instead of watching these programs. I felt nice to be with him. The party had almost reached the end. Music decibels went high and people stepped into the dance floor. We both were not comfortable at dancing and we didn't want to join them.
From nowhere the bride's dad appeared. He started pulling us to the dance floor in spite of our reluctance. He thought I was Mohan's wife. Both of us had never danced in our life. He was under the influence of alcohol and was not ready to leave us.
He saw us standing without dancing and maintaining distance. He came to us again, made us hold our hands, took Mohan's hand and placed it on my waist. It was like he was preparing us for a salsa. He pushed us together. we were forced to go with few steps watching what others do. Mohan was embarrassed to hold my bare waist.
As we started with few steps, I slipped and Mohan gripped my waist and stopped me from falling. Our bodies touched. I was enjoying his touch and the moves. After a few minutes we moved out of the dance floor. We went for dinner. I had fallen for him. This was new to me.
I was thinking of how to communicate my interest in him. I had a fear of rejection. But I wanted to make use of this opportunity. I thought of many ways, but I felt they were not good enough to communicate my desire to him.
One Idea, I felt, was better. I went to the restroom. I applied lipstick to my lips, and took an impression on a post-it sticker. I knew he remembered my bindi. I took the same bindi and stuck it on the post-it. (These are a few items normally I stock in my hand bag).
We were moving back home. He said "I am Sorry for what happened on the dance floor". I just smiled at it. We spoke about meeting next day for lunch at my home as agreed earlier. We reached my home. He got down the car and walked towards my door. I was waiting for this. I pasted the post-it on rare view mirror of his car.
I got down the car, thanked him and got into my home. My heart started beating fast for what I had done just then. I had never dared doing such things in my life. The big question was what if he rejects me. Too many thoughts were flying in my mind. I didn't sleep the whole night thinking of him. I developed a kind of body pain. I was feeling I wanted a tight hug from him.
Next day, Sunday, I got up early and started preparing for lunch. I prepared all the dishes except for a few last minute preparations. I decided to wear a saree which was quite transparent and revealing. The matching blouse had a deep neck to give a good view of my cleavage. Even Though I bought this long ago, I had not worn it as it was too revealing.
I dressed up and saw myself in the mirror many times. It was around 12.30, the doorbell rang. My heartbeat increased. I opened the door. He was there with a sweet smile. He was looking handsome as always. I welcomed him and made him sit in the living room.
We spoke for a while. I thought he would be excited. He was very cool. His behavior was the same as yesterday. Means, either he has not got my message or he is not interested in me. It can't be that he wouldn't have seen the message. So, he is not interested in me. I started feeling low.
I can't blame him for that. I said I will get some juice for him and walked into the kitchen. With a heavy feeling I started preparing the juice. All of a sudden, I started feeling something on my waist. I saw the post-it stuck to my waist. As I was wondering where it came from, He was there kissing my waist. It was a pleasant surprise for me.
He got up and hugged me from my back. He kissed my neck and said "Am I as lucky as post-it"? I was flying high. Enjoying his hug, I said "No. I am luckier than you". I turned around and hugged him tightly. He said softly in my ears "you are looking gorgeous Nayana". I increased the tightness of my hug. My boobs crushed his chest.
I looked at him with an angry face and hit on his his chest. I said "You almost made me cry. I thought you don't like me". He kissed me on my lips softly and said "How can I do that Nayana?... I knew right from the start of the party you are interested in me. I was waiting for today to tell you about my interest in you. But you were faster than me. The post-it was a confirmation from your side even before me telling you". We smooched for almost 5 to 6 minutes.
He sucked my lips dry. He was too hot. His hand was moving on my waist. Other hand was touching my bare back. It was an awesome feeling. I had fully surrendered myself to him. His hand was caressing my waist. He said "Because of your waist I didn't sleep the whole night". I said "You could have come over in the night itself". He said "Waiting also is a kind of nice feeling
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I removed his hand and said let's finish our lunch. He said "I want to have you for my lunch". I pushed him with a naughty smile and went to arrange the dining table. He came behind me and hugged me again telling me "How about a special lunch". I said "What?"
I wish you could serve me food without your saree. I closed my eyes and in no time he stripped my saree. He was about to untie the knot of my petticoat, I held his hands and said "please..." I was in a petticoat and blouse. He kissed me and sat at the dining table.
As we had food, he was eating me with his eyes. I was sure that he wouldn't leave me unsatisfied after lunch. I made fun of him for having lunch so fast. Once he finished, he made me sit on his lap and fed me like a kid. His hand was on my waist. I was able to feel his heat.
I finished lunch. He didn't remove his hands even while cleaning the table. I was enjoying his touch and behaviour. Once I finished, he lifted me and took me to my bedroom. He put me on the bed and removed my petticoat and blouse. I was wearing a blue panty and bra.
He came on my side and started kissing me. His hand was moving over my bra. I said "My boobs are waiting to get massaged by your hands". He inserted his hand inside my bra and started pressing my boobs. His hand moved towards my panty. Before inserting his hand inside my panty he looked straight into my eyes.
I closed my face with my hands. I was shy. He liked it and kissed me on my hands and inserted his hand inside my panty. His hand was caressing my shaved pussy inside my panty. His finger slipped in my pussy slit and started massaging my clit. He inserted his finger in my hole and massaged it. I was in the heavens.
My legs were spreading wider involuntarily. I wanted his finger to get deeper inside my hole. He sucked my boobs on my bra. He licked my waist. He licked my navel. I wanted him to explore my body fully. I had given myself to him completely.
He went on kissing my inner thighs. I spread my legs making him easier to kiss. As I spread, he kissed my pussy on my panty. I slid my panty indicating him to pull it down. He got wild when he saw my pussy. He sucked and licked my pussy for a while. I was enjoying it.
His erect dick was ready to get in my pussy. I opened my legs and indicated to him to insert his dick into my pussy. He inserted and came over me and kissed my lips. He asked me "Do you have any fantasy?". I said "I want to be yours. I give myself to you. I am all yours"
He got too horny with my words and fucked me like a wild animal. He was handling me so roughly. I enjoyed his roughness and every move. I asked him to cum inside my pussy. He was very good in fucking. He satisfied me the way I wanted.
This was just the start. As we continued our sex game, I asked him "Can I be yours?".... He said "You will be mine forever"
Today is our 12th Anniversary! We are in a beach resort..