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Originally, I hadn’t planned to extend this series, but your enthusiastic feedback has inspired me to keep going. Thank you so much for your continued support! You can read the previous series, ‘Professional Connection to Personal Affection – Part 1.’
Gaurav and Ankita sat across from each other in a cosy café. The aroma of freshly brewed coffee mingled with the hum of quiet conversations around them. Their hands were clasped on the table, fingers intertwined as they exchanged nervous but excited glances.
“I think we need to do this,” Gaurav said, his voice low but firm. “It’s been too long since we’ve had some time just for us. We need to get away from everything and everyone.”
Ankita’s eyes sparkled with a mix of excitement and apprehension. “I agree. But we need a solid plan. If we’re going to do this, we have to make sure everything looks legitimate.”
Gaurav nodded, leaning in closer. “We should both plan official trips to Bangalore. It’s a plausible excuse for both of us. We’ll book different flights and different rooms at the same hotel. That way, if anyone checks, it will all look above board.”
Ankita bit her lip thoughtfully, then smiled. “It sounds like a good plan. But we need to be convincing when we tell our families. They can’t suspect anything.” The following evening, they each had a conversation with their respective families.
Gaurav cleared his throat, his mind racing as he spoke. “Meera, I have a business trip to Bangalore next week. It’s a crucial meeting, and I need to be there in person. I’ve booked the flights and hotel already. I’ll be back in a few days.”
His wife exchanged glances with him and nodded in approval. “That’s great, Gaurav. Just make sure to stay safe and keep me updated.”
Gaurav smiled, masking his relief. “Of course. I’ll call you as soon as I land.”
Meanwhile, Ankita was having a similar conversation with her family. “I have an official trip to Bangalore coming up,” she said, trying to sound enthusiastic. “I’ll be attending a few conferences and meetings. It’s an important opportunity.”
Her family looked pleased but concerned. “Make sure you stay in touch, Ankita. And don’t overwork yourself.” Ankita assured them she would be fine, her mind already on the details of the plan. Both families were satisfied with their explanations, leaving no room for suspicion.
The next step was crucial: booking the flights and hotel rooms. Gaurav and Ankita spent hours on their laptops, ensuring everything was meticulously planned. Gaurav’s flight was set for an early morning departure, and he booked a room at a well-known hotel in Bangalore.
The room was elegant, with all the amenities they would need. He made sure to include romantic touches in the booking notes. Ankita, on the other hand, chose a late morning flight to avoid overlapping with Gaurav’s. She also secured a separate room at the same hotel, making sure her reservation was in her name.
The hotel’s website allowed her to add special requests, and she included a note asking for the room to be prepared with a romantic atmosphere. The day of departure arrived. Gaurav and Ankita were both filled with a blend of excitement and nervous anticipation.
Gaurav stood in front of his suitcase, double-checking that he had packed everything he might need. His heart raced with thoughts of their upcoming rendezvous. It was mingled with a pang of guilt for deceiving their families.
Among his belongings were a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold, sexy lingerie, a stunning black one-piece dress, and a red saree. He had chosen these items with the intent to enhance their romantic getaway. Each piece symbolised a promise of deepened intimacy and passion.
He glanced at the clock and then at the packed bag. It was filled with business attire and casual clothes. Underneath the layers, he had stashed these gifts for Ankita—a token of his affection to be given in their private time together.
At Ankita’s place, she was in her room, carefully selecting her clothes for the trip. She took out her most alluring outfits—sleek dresses, sexy lingerie, and delicate nightwear. She folded each piece with care, imagining the moments they would share in their romantic escape.
Her thoughts were filled with anticipation as she packed her bag. Each item was chosen to make her feel confident and beautiful. Ankita paused for a moment, feeling a mix of excitement and guilt. She was about to deceive her family, and the weight of it pressed on her shoulders.
But the thought of spending time with Gaurav, escaping the confines of their daily lives, made the guilt. She zipped up her suitcase and glanced around her room. Taking in the familiarity that a world of romance and adventure would soon replace.
She took a deep breath, pushing aside any lingering doubts. She set off to the airport with a heart full of hope and exhilaration. Gaurav, too, felt a rush of excitement as he headed to the airport. The anticipation of their secret getaway fueled his steps.
He could hardly wait to see Ankita and experience their carefully planned escape. Both of them boarded their separate flights, each carrying the secret of their destination. The journey was filled with a mix of nervous energy and joy. Their hearts beat with the promise of what lay ahead.
They were about to embark on a romantic adventure. It would strengthen their bond and create cherished memories far from the prying eyes of their everyday lives. Upon arriving in Bangalore, Gaurav and Ankita each took separate taxis to their hotel, maintaining their careful facade of professional travellers.
Gaurav arrived first, checking into his room and ensuring everything was in place. The hotel room was elegant, with a romantic setup. It included rose petals scattered across the bed and soft, ambient lighting. Gaurav unpacked. He placed the gifts he had brought for Ankita in a drawer, eager to surprise her.
His mind was focused on creating a memorable experience for both of them. The anticipation built with every passing moment. Shortly after, Ankita arrived at the hotel. She checked into her room. A separate but equally charming space, and found the romantic touches she had requested.
The thought of Gaurav waiting for her in his room filled her with a bubbling excitement. She quickly freshened up, changed into one of her alluring outfits, and prepared to meet him. When Gaurav and Ankita finally met in the hotel’s private lounge, the air between them crackled with energy and affection.
Their eyes locked. A smile spread across both their faces, a silent acknowledgement of the adventure they were about to embark on. Their romantic evening began with a candlelit dinner in the hotel’s private dining area, followed by a stroll through the garden.
The intimacy of their surroundings and the thrill of their secret meeting made every moment feel extraordinary. When they finally retreated to their rooms, the anticipation continued to build. Gaurav’s room, with its romantic setup, was the perfect backdrop for their evening.
As they made their way inside, Ankita’s heart raced with excitement and anticipation for the night ahead. As they entered the room, Gaurav closed the door with a definitive click, the sound marking the beginning of their private escape.
He wasted no time, pulling Ankita into his arms with a forceful yet tender embrace. Their lips met in a wild, passionate kiss, a collision of pent-up desire that left them both breathless. Their hands roamed each other’s backs and tangled in their hair, their kisses growing more desperate by the second.
Ankita could feel Gaurav’s hot breath against her skin, and it sent shivers down her spine. Gaurav pushed Ankita gently against the wall, his eyes dark with longing. He began to kiss her everywhere—from her eyes to her forehead, down to her cheeks, her lips, and finally her neck and shoulders.
Each kiss was an expression of his deep yearning. Each touch ignited a fire within them both. Ankita moaned softly, her pleasure evident, and the sound drove Gaurav wild. He loved hearing her reactions, each one a testament to her enjoyment and her need for him.
Ankita was wearing a sexy maroon one-piece dress that clung to her curves, while Gaurav sported a black shirt with blue jeans. The contrast of their outfits only heightened the visual and tactile sensations of their encounter. Her moans excited Gaurav even more.
He could feel his pulse quickening. Ankita, unable to resist any longer, reached for the buttons of his shirt, her fingers trembling with urgency. She opened the buttons clumsily, her hands shaking with anticipation. When the last button was undone, she pulled off his shirt and tossed it aside, revealing his muscular torso.
She pressed herself against him, her hands gliding over his warm skin, feeling the hard lines of his body. Gaurav’s breath hitched as their bodies made full contact, the heat between them nearly unbearable. Gaurav’s hands were everywhere, exploring her body with a fervour that left Ankita gasping.
He grabbed her ass from behind, pulling her closer, and she felt an electric jolt of pleasure as he kissed her neck. His lips travelled down her throat, his kisses becoming more insistent. Ankita felt her knees go weak, her body responding to his every touch.
Unable to resist any longer, Ankita’s fingers fumbled with Gaurav’s jeans. She managed to unbutton them and started to tug them down, but Gaurav stopped her. He wanted to take his time, to savour every moment.
He reached behind her and gently unzipped her dress, letting it slide down her body and pool at her feet. Ankita was left standing in a black panty and a sexy, padded, strapless bra. Gaurav took a step back, his eyes raking over her body with unabashed desire.
He reached out and unclasped her bra, letting it fall away, and then pulled her into a tight embrace. Their bare skin met, the sensation sending a rush of heat through them both. Ankita’s breath came in shallow gasps, her heart pounding in her chest.
Gaurav kissed her again, his lips claiming hers with a fierce intensity. His hands roamed over her back, her hips, her thighs, feeling the smoothness of her skin. Ankita, her desire building to a fever pitch, reached down. She unzipped Gaurav’s jeans, pushing them down over his hips.
He stepped out of them, leaving him in only his boxers. They stood there for a moment, their bodies pressed together, their breath mingling. The sexual tension was palpable, the air between them thick with anticipation. Ankita could feel Gaurav’s arousal against her, and it only heightened her desire.
She pulled him closer, their kisses growing more frenzied. Their hands explored each other with a desperate need. Gaurav couldn’t wait any longer. He lifted Ankita into his arms and carried her to the bed, laying her down gently. He climbed on top of her, his body covering hers.
Their lips met once again in a searing kiss. His hands moved over her body, caressing her breasts, her stomach, her thighs, each touch sending waves of pleasure through her. Ankita responded with equal passion, her hands exploring his body, her fingers digging into his skin.
She wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer, needing to feel him against her. Gaurav’s breath was hot against her ear as he whispered her name, his voice rough with desire. “Ankita,” he murmured, “I need you.” The words sent a thrill through her.
She arched her body against his, her need matching his. Their bodies moved together in a rhythm as old as time, each touch, each kiss, each caress building the intensity between them. The room was filled with the sounds of their passion, their breaths, their moans, their whispered words of love and desire.
In that moment, nothing else mattered. They were lost in each other, their love and passion consuming them completely. Gaurav opened the side drawer. A mischievous grin played on his lips. He pulled out a pair of handcuffs, their metal gleaming in the dim light.
Ankita’s eyes widened in surprise, her heart racing with a mix of curiosity and excitement. She glanced at Gaurav, who met her gaze with a playful smirk. Ankita, clad only in her black panty, offered a seductive smile. Her skin glowed under the soft lighting.
She lifted her hands above her head, surrendering herself to Gaurav’s whims with a mix of anticipation and trust. Gaurav’s eyes darkened with desire. He carefully clasped the handcuffs around her wrists, the cool metal pressing against her skin.
The click of the handcuffs echoed in the room, adding a layer of intense anticipation. With her wrists now secured, Ankita’s breathing became more ragged. Gaurav reached for a black blindfold, his fingers brushing lightly against her face as he gently placed it over her eyes.
The fabric was soft yet firm, obscuring her vision and amplifying her other senses. Ankita’s breaths grew shallow, the thrill of the unknown stirring her excitement even more. She lay on the bed, her body exposed in just her black panty, adding a layer of vulnerability and allure to her already heightened state.
Her hands, now restrained and her vision completely blocked, left her in a state of eager anticipation. Every sound and every touch became more intense as her imagination ran wild with possibilities. Gaurav moved around the room silently, deliberately keeping his actions hidden from Ankita.
The room was filled with the soft rustling of fabric and the faintest whisper of his movements. Ankita’s body responded to every subtle sound and touch. Her desire intensified with every passing second. Unable to contain her mounting frustration and yearning, Ankita e broke through the silence.
Her tone was a blend of urgency and need. “Gaurav, please… don’t tease me. I need you… love me.” Her plea was filled with raw emotion, a testament to her deep desire and trust, as she surrendered herself completely to the experience.
As Ankita lay on the bed, her body tingling with anticipation, Gaurav watched her with a mixture of love and desire. Her hands were handcuffed above her head. Her eyes were covered by a blindfold, leaving her in a heightened state of sensory awareness.
She wore only her black panty, adding an extra layer of vulnerability and allure. Gaurav approached her slowly. His movements were deliberate and filled with promise. He leaned over her, his breath warm against her ear. “I’m going to make this night unforgettable for you,” he whispered.
His voice was a caress in the darkness. The sound of his voice sent a shiver down Ankita’s spine, making her moan softly, “Mmm, Gaurav.” He began by gently brushing his fingertips along her collarbone, his touch feather-light and teasing.
Ankita’s breath hitched. She let out a soft, trembling moan as his fingers traced a slow, deliberate path down her neck and shoulders. “Oh, that feels so good,” she whispered, her voice filled with anticipation.
His touch was followed by the warmth of his breath, which he directed over her sensitive skin. He moved lower, his breath a whisper against her chest. The combination of his warm breath and the faintest graze of his fingertips made Ankita’s body writhe with desire.
“Please, Gaurav, don’t stop,” she moaned, her voice a mixture of need and longing. Gaurav’s lips followed closely behind his fingers. He pressed soft, lingering kisses along her exposed skin, each touch of his tongue a tantalising promise.
His kisses were deliberate and varied, sometimes playful and other times deep and passionate. He lingered over her breasts, teasing her hardened nipples with the warmth of his breath and the gentle pressure of his lips. “Ahh… Gaurav, that’s so good,” Ankita moaned, her voice breaking with pleasure.
As he continued his exploration, he let his tongue trace delicate patterns around her nipples, making them even more sensitive. Each lick was slow and purposeful, heightening the sensations coursing through Ankita. “Oh God… Gaurav, your tongue… mmm,” she moaned, her body arching and shuddering with each deliberate touch.
Gaurav then moved to play with her nipples more insistently. He pinched them lightly, causing Ankita to gasp and moan. “Who do these boobs belong to?” Gaurav asked, his voice filled with a mix of tenderness and dominance.
Ankita, her voice trembling with a mix of pain and pleasure, replied, “They are yours, Gaurav. You can do anything with them.”
Gaurav’s response was to pinch her nipples harder, eliciting a cry of pleasure from Ankita. “Ahh! Yes, Gaurav, they are yours… you can do anything,” she gasped, her voice thick with need. When Gaurav reached her panty, he paused to trace the edges with his fingertips lightly.
His touch was gentle, almost reverent, as he explored the area with careful precision. Ankita’s breathing grew shallow, her body trembling with desire. “Oh, Gaurav, I can’t. I can’t take it anymore,” she moaned, her voice filled with desperate need.
Gaurav’s fingers then traced the edges of her panty, and he began to gently move his fingers between her pussy lips over the fabric. He asked in a soft, teasing tone, “Does your pussy miss me?”
Ankita’s moans grew louder, her body responding eagerly to his touch. “Yes, Gaurav… my pussy is yours… it thinks about you every single moment,” she moaned, her voice filled with desperate longing.
Gaurav leaned in and kissed her lips wildly, his tongue exploring her mouth with a fierce hunger. At the same time, he continued to gently rub her pussy lips through her panty, each touch sending waves of pleasure through her.
Gaurav reached her panty. He paused to lightly trace the edges with his fingertips. His touch was gentle, almost reverent. He explored the area with careful precision. Ankita’s breathing grew shallow, her body trembling with desire.
“Oh, Gaurav, I can’t. I can’t take it anymore,” she moaned, her voice filled with desperate need. Gaurav’s fingers slid beneath the waistband of her panty, and he pulled it down slowly, revealing her to him. He leaned in closer, his warm breath mingling with the soft skin of her inner thighs.
His tongue flicked out briefly, tasting and teasing, sending her into a whirlwind of sensation. Ankita’s moans grew louder, “Ah, Gaurav, your tongue, so amazing,” she cried out, her body writhing in response to the electric touches.
Gaurav took his time, savouring each reaction from Ankita and making every touch count. He continued to explore, his touch becoming more insistent as he honed in on her most sensitive areas.
Ankita’s moans filled the room as Gaurav’s fingers continued their exploration, leaving her breathless and craving more.
To be continued.
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