Previous Part: The Chronicles of A Wrong Phone – Part 2
A few things Dipti and I have always loved: coffee, whiskey, passionate love-making, travel and, yeah, long drives. We immensely enjoyed it, and that made our moments much more pleasurable. The night was spent well. Thanks to the outstanding love-making, which we felt like state-of-the-art moments.
Should I complain about it? Definitely not. The night of desire had woven its magic. Our bodies had intertwined, two souls seeking solace in each other’s warmth. The room held secrets, whispered promises, and lingered with the scent of our shared passion.
The bed cradled us, covering us in its soft embrace. Sheets tangled, hearts synchronized, and breaths danced in rhythm. Words were unnecessary. Our bodies spoke a language of their own. Exhaustion draped us like a velvet cloak.
Our passion had left its mark – a trail of kisses, a symphony of whispers. We surrendered to sleep, limbs heavy, souls lighter. And so, we slept – a slumber deeper than any dream.
The next morning, I woke up and headed to the kitchen. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee travelled through the air, promising a delightful start to the day. As I stepped into the kitchen, Dipti greeted me with a warm smile and said, “Coffee’s ready.” In response, I playfully quipped, “So are you.”
Dipti, the enchanting soul, is a delightful person. Her eyes hold stories of laughter and resilience, and her laughter dances like sunlight filtering through leaves. She is a connoisseur of life’s simple pleasures. She weaves magic into everyday moments, turning them into cherished moments.
I have spent years navigating the landscape of technology, business and client relationships. Amid the hustle of work-life balance, meeting Dipti became a compass, guiding me towards momentous connections.
I had never thought, even in my dreams, that a wrong number would become a turning point. Sometimes, the most valuable lessons come from unexpected encounters.
Dipti was leaning over the kitchen table. Through the thin fabric of her T-shirt, something caught my attention – her nipples poking. The aroma of coffee remained, but it was Dipti who held my eye. The T-shirt, a mere whisper of clothing, clung to her curves, leaving little to the imagination.
At that moment, the kitchen transformed into a canvas of desire. I found myself captivated by more than just the coffee.
She was leaning over, sipping her coffee, and talking to her kids. All I could see was the most incredible pair of firm nipples and hot breasts. I moved around and admired that great ass and moved my fingers on her ass softly. She let a sigh and moved her legs apart, revealing her pussy.
“Like what you see?” Dipti asked as soon as she disconnected the call. My cock was rising, and she could sense it. I stepped out of my shorts and moved up behind her. She rubbed back against me and felt my hard cock, spread her legs and positioned her pussy against my hard cock.
She said, “I am horny as hell this morning and want a quicky. Do it now!” I leaned forward and pushed my cock slowly into her pussy. Oh! That felt good. “Fuck me hard and fast,” she said. I grabbed onto her hips and watched my cock pump in and out of her.
Her body was resisting and pushing back to meet my thrusts. I could feel her pussy gripping my cock, and she was driving me crazy. I was pumping her as hard as I could.
We re-positioned. I pulled her into me. She squeezed my balls. I slammed into her again, and a few minutes into it, I yelled, “I am cumming!” and explored her pussy. She massaged my balls and yelled and began to cum too. I could feel her whole body shake.
After a few minutes of trying to catch our breath, we hugged and kissed. We sat on the couch, our coffee cups refilled – a comforting warmth in our hands. We laughed, stole glances, shared more secrets and understood – this morning was a gift.
“There seems to be solace in your eyes, Nikhil,” said Dipti.
I held her fingers, smiled, and kissed her lips—sometimes, the most profound conversations happen in the quiet spaces between heartbeats.
Nikhil: What more adventures would you like to do?
Dipti: Nikhil, what if we took an unplanned trip? Just hop into the car and drive away from the city chaos. Where would you want to go?
Nikhil: (grinning) You read my mind! Let’s escape to Ranthambore National Park. The thrill of spotting tigers amidst ancient ruins – the wilderness is calling us. What do you say?
Dipti: (Leaning closer) You’re speaking my language! The rustling leaves, the scent of adventure—it’s irresistible. But what about work and kids?
Nikhil: (taking her hand) Work will wait. Our laptops can rest while we chase sunsets. Kids are at your parent’s place. Imagine us in an open jeep, wind in our hair, eyes scanning the jungle. And when we spot a tiger, our hearts will race like never before.
Dipti: (laughing) You’re turning me into a wild soul!
Nikhil: (leaning in) Let’s make memories. Our unplanned adventure awaits.
We packed our bags and buckled up, hitting the road quickly to immerse ourselves in the magic of Ranthambore. It was a good 5+ hours of driving, covering 370 odd kilometres. We were two souls who liked adventures. The drive, more than a physical distance, was a bridge between ordinary and extraordinary.
En route, we stopped at a roadside dhaba and savoured parathas and chai. We looked into each other’s eyes – a hunger beyond hunger. We got into the car, drove for a distance, and parked at the side. Our lips met, tasting adventure and desire. We wanted more, but it was not the right spot.
Dipti leaned against me, her fingers tangled in my hair. Our bodies were mapping desire as we approached the resort we had booked en route. The gates were open. We parked the car and stepped out, hand in hand – Ranthambore – a portal to the wilderness.
The road led us here, but our hearts knew this was just the beginning. Upon arrival, we proceeded to the front desk, completed the necessary paperwork and received the access cards.
The room was encased with wooden walls and ceiling. A large bed and white sheets – calling for attention. A plush sofa above which there was framed artwork of an elephant. The room was not just a physical space; it was a sanctuary for the soul to cradle memories.
We kept our bags aside and hugged each other as if we were meeting for the first time. The drive did make us feel that. We looked into each other’s eyes, came close and had a passionate kiss. Dipti, with her hands, rubbed my cock and balls, making me hard instantly.
She dropped to her knees, pulling my trousers and shorts down at the same time. She grabbed my cock and took it deep inside her mouth. I grew harder as she began to suck me.
Her mouth was wet and warm, and her tongue flicked and licked all around my cock. She sucked deeply into her throat and then slowly slowly pulled out. My cock was straight. She kissed the tip of it and blew soft air. I could feel her breath, and my cock remained hard.
She slowly licked the crown of my cock and sucked me in again. Her one hand pumped my cock, and with the other hand, she squeezed my balls. She sucked me in and out, the pace increased faster and faster.
“I am about to cum,” saying I began to cum. She tasted me cumming in her mouth. Her lips were around the crown of my cock as I shot into her. Every drop was swallowed and she continued milking for more. I was seeing stars.
When there wasn’t anything left, she sat back and smiled and asked, “Coffee, Niks?” She was about to pick up the phone and order coffee. I pulled her to me, undressed her and pushed her on the bed. Her hair was loose, her eyes were closed, and she said, “Let me ravish you before coffee.”
The lips of her pussy were swelled, and I could see her wetness. I brought my tongue closer to her clits and tongued up and down. Her eyes opened, and she gasped as I sucked hard. With each lap of my tongue, her moans increased. She was breathing hard, and her body wriggled continuously.
I inserted two fingers inside her pussy and, at the same time, was sucking her clit. I held her hips firmly. I could feel the pulse through her. I knew she was about to cum. I kept on licking, and she was humping.
“I am cumming, Niks,” Dipti said and gushed her pussy juices.
“Stop Niks. I beg you. Stop!” saying this. She eased herself from my mouth, her legs parted, trying to catch her breath. Her nipples were erect and pointing up. She was looking gorgeous.
I held her close to me. Her nipples pressed my chest. We could feel our hearts beating. She looked at me and said, “More adventures await for tonight.” We both laughed and slept in each other’s arms.
This is the third part. Hope you have liked the chronicles. And so, dear reader, if you’ve ever dialled the wrong number, who knows what awaits? Perhaps an adventure – a love story – just a digit away.
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