At 30, I felt confident and radiant. I had spent years nurturing a healthy lifestyle, which had gifted me a lean figure with gentle curves. My long, dark hair fell elegantly over my shoulders, framing my face. Tonight, I had chosen a black saree that accentuated my body perfectly. The fabric hugged my waist and flowed beautifully, while the sleeveless blouse dipped low, revealing just enough of my cleavage to be alluring but still classy. I wanted to impress my husband, who was busy with work and would join me later at the event. Little did I know that the night would lead to unexpected encounters.
We belonged to one of the richest families in Bangalore, and my husband was a successful businessman with a reputation for being hardworking and dedicated. He was always striving for more, building his name and status in the business world. Our marriage was sexually fulfilling; I loved him deeply, and we had a strong bond built on trust and mutual respect. However, I couldn’t shake the feeling of excitement at the thought of attending the event alone for a while. It felt liberating, like I was stepping out of my usual role.
As I entered The Leela Palace, I was immediately captivated by the grandeur of the place. The event hall was beautifully decorated, with elegant lighting and floral arrangements that added a touch of sophistication. The soft hum of conversations and laughter filled the air, creating an atmosphere that was both lively and intimate. I took a moment to absorb the scene around me, feeling a flutter of excitement in my chest.
After finding my table, I settled in and looked around, enjoying the vibrant energy of the evening. That’s when I noticed him—the waiter. He was tall and well-built, with deep brown skin that glistened under the soft lights. His strong features and rugged good looks made him stand out among the crowd. He seemed to be in his mid-30s, and the confidence in the way he moved drew my eyes to him repeatedly.
When he approached my table to serve me, I felt a spark of electricity in the air. His gaze met mine, bold and unwavering, as if he could see right through the layers of my saree to the heart of my desires. I felt my cheeks warm slightly as he placed my drink in front of me, his eyes lingering on my neckline, and for a brief moment, it felt like we were the only two people in the room.
“Here you go, ma’am,” he said, his voice low and smooth. There was a playful glint in his eyes that made my heart race. As he leaned closer, I caught a whiff of his cologne—something musky and earthy that was strangely appealing.
“Thank you,” I replied, a little breathless, trying to maintain my composure. He smirked slightly, and I couldn’t help but return the smile, feeling a thrill at the way he seemed to enjoy my presence.
Throughout the evening, he returned to my table several times, each interaction charged with an unspoken tension. His glances were bold, unabashedly traveling from my eyes to my neckline, lingering just long enough to make me feel both seen and desired. Each time he served me, his fingers brushed against my skin, igniting sparks that sent shivers down my spine. I reveled in the attention, feeling a rush of excitement that I hadn’t experienced in a long time.
At one point, he came to refill my glass and leaned in a little too close, his breath warm against my ear. “Your saree seems to have slipped a bit and your bra is visible. You might want to adjust it,” he said in a teasing tone, the command in his voice making my pulse quicken. Instead of feeling embarrassed, I felt a thrill of excitement. I knew my saree was low-cut, and I had deliberately left it that way.
“Maybe I like it this way,” I shot back playfully, meeting his gaze with defiance. He chuckled softly, the sound sending a delicious shiver through me.
As the evening wore on, I found myself more drawn to him. He moved with a natural grace, and the way he interacted with me felt like a dance, a delicate balance between professionalism and flirtation. I was aware of my husband’s arrival, but the thrill of the waiter’s attention was intoxicating.
Finally, my husband arrived, joining me at the table. He greeted me with a warm smile, and we began to catch up on each other’s days. Yet, my mind kept wandering back to the waiter, who now moved around the room, serving other guests but stealing glances at me every chance he got.
As the dinner progressed, my husband engaged in a deep conversation with a business associate, leaving me momentarily alone. I seized the opportunity when the waiter came back, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Enjoying the evening, ma’am?” he asked, his voice smooth and inviting.
“It’s been lovely,” I replied, trying to keep my tone light, but my heart raced under his gaze.
“Just lovely?” he teased, leaning in closer. “I bet it’s even better now that I’m here.” His confidence was magnetic, and I could feel the heat rising in my cheeks.
Before I knew it, he leaned closer and whispered, “Care for a smoke? I’ll be in the back alley if you change your mind.” There was a challenge in his tone, a daring invitation that sent my mind spinning.
I hesitated, caught off guard. “I don’t smoke,” I replied softly, trying to sound disinterested.
“Not yet, maybe,” he shot back, his grin widening as he turned to walk away. I watched him go, my heart racing at the thrill of his boldness.
My husband was still deep in conversation, so I took a moment to gather my thoughts. The idea of stepping outside with the waiter was both exciting and terrifying. I felt a pull toward him that I couldn’t ignore. After a few moments of contemplation, I made my decision.
I rose from my seat and slipped away from the table, my heart pounding as I walked toward the back alley. The night air was cool against my skin, and as I stepped outside, I saw him leaning against the wall, casually smoking a cigarette. He looked up when he saw me, a smile spreading across his face that made my heart flutter.
“There you are,” he said, flicking ash off his cigarette. “I was beginning to think you wouldn’t come.”
“I didn’t want to miss out on the fun,” I replied, trying to sound casual as I approached him. He took a long drag of his cigarette, his gaze fixed on me, making me feel exposed yet exhilarated.
“Good choice,” he said, taking another drag before offering me the cigarette. I hesitated for a moment, but the thrill of the moment made me take it from him. He lit it for me, his fingers brushing against mine, sending a jolt of electricity through me.
As I took a drag, I felt the sharpness of the smoke fill my lungs. I exhaled slowly, and he watched me with an intensity that made my heart race. The way he looked at me made me feel alive, desired in a way I hadn’t felt in a long time.
“You’re hot and you gave me a boner,” he said suddenly, his voice was low. The compliment sent warmth spreading through me, and I couldn’t help but smile.
“Thank you,” I replied, feeling a rush of confidence. “You’re not too bad yourself.”
His eyes sparkled with mischief, and he took a step closer, the air between us thick with tension. “What are you doing here all alone? Shouldn’t you be inside with your husband?”
“I’m just taking a break,” I said, keeping my tone light, even as I felt my pulse quicken. “He’s busy talking business.”
The waiter took another drag, his eyes never leaving mine. “Seems like you’re missing out on some excitement. Want to have a little fun?”
The way he said it sent shivers down my spine. I looked up at him, my heart racing. “What do you have in mind?”
“Just a little adventure. Something to make this night unforgettable.” His voice was smooth and tempting, and I felt myself leaning in closer, the chemistry between us undeniable.
“Like what?” I asked, my curiosity piqued.
He stepped closer, his body nearly brushing against mine. “Just let go for a moment. Forget the world inside and enjoy this moment with me.”
I felt a thrill of rebellion at his words. There was something exhilarating about being with him, something that made me feel alive in a way I hadn’t in years.
He leaned in, his breath warm against my ear. “Just trust me.”
Without thinking, I nodded, feeling a rush of excitement and danger.
He took my hand, leading me deeper into the alley, away from prying eyes. The sound of laughter and music faded, replaced by the soft rustle of the night. I could feel my heart pounding in my chest as we stepped further into the shadows.
In the dim light, I could see his face clearly, the way his lips curled into a teasing smile. “See? Isn’t this better?” he asked, his voice low and smooth.
“Yes,” I breathed, feeling the thrill of being away from the crowd, lost in this moment with him.
He stepped closer, and I could feel the warmth radiating from his body. “You’re stunning in that saree,” he said, his eyes traveling down to my cleavage, lingering for just a moment too long. I felt a rush of heat at his words, a thrill of excitement at being admired so openly.
“Thank you,” I replied, my voice barely above a whisper.
He leaned in even closer, and I could feel his breath against my skin, sending shivers through me. “I can’t help but look,” he said, his voice low and sultry. “You’re hard to resist.”
I felt a rush of desire wash over me, and before I knew it, I found myself leaning in closer, drawn to him like a moth to a flame.
Suddenly, he reached out, gently pulling me against him, and I gasped at the sudden contact. His hands were warm on my waist, and I could feel his heartbeat against mine. The world around us faded away, leaving just the two of us in this moment.
“Are you sure you want this?” he asked, his voice husky, filled with longing.
I looked into his eyes, feeling a mix of excitement and uncertainty. But the thrill of the moment was too intoxicating to resist.
“Yes,” I breathed, feeling bold and alive.
He lowered his head, and our lips met in a soft, tentative kiss that quickly ignited into something deeper. The world around us disappeared as we melted into each other, the heat of our bodies mingling under the night sky.
His hands roamed over my body, exploring every curve, every inch of me as I pressed closer, eager for more. I felt alive in a way I hadn’t in a long time, every touch sending ripples of pleasure through me.
We kissed deeply, lost in the moment, the rest of the world forgotten. After what felt like an eternity, we pulled back, breathless and smiling. The connection between us was undeniable, electric, and filled with unspoken promises.
In the quiet corner of the alley, hidden from the bustling event, we stood, our bodies close. I felt the heat from his skin, his hands strong and sure on my waist. He was a waiter at the fancy shindig, and I, a lady in a black, sexy, clingy dress. The night had a mysterious magic, and we were the secret ingredients.
He whispered sweet, simple words into my ear, sending thrills down my spine, making me want him. “You’re so beautiful,” he said, and his voice was like a caress. I believed him, my body responding to his every touch.
He untied the knot of my blouse, revealing my 36C breasts, my nipples tight from the cool breeze and his warm gaze. He took one in his mouth, flicking it with his tongue, making me gasp. His hands explored my curves, my ass, firm and round, fitting perfectly into his palms.
“Oh, baby,” I moaned, my body responding to his touch. He chuckled against my skin, his teeth grazing my sensitive flesh. “You’re so sexy,” he murmured, his breath hot on my neck. His hands moved lower, reaching under my petticoat to caress the softness of my inner thighs, inching closer to my wetness.
I was lost in sensation, the fabric of my dress the only barrier between us. “Take it off,” he murmured, his voice thick with need. I nodded, eager to feel him against me, and stepped back slightly, letting the material of my blouse fall away. He stared at my breasts, his eyes wide with appreciation, before bending down to kiss me again, his tongue slipping into my mouth, mimicking what I knew his cock would soon do to my pussy.
Our kiss grew more intense, our bodies pressing closer, my hands reaching up to tangle in his hair. He pushed my petticoat aside and slid a finger between my legs, finding my wetness with ease. I gasped, my knees weakening, as he began to rub my clit in slow circles. His touch was like a flame, igniting my desire, making me wetter with each pass.
“You’re so wet,” he whispered, his voice filled with wonder. “Your pussy’s begging for me.”
I nodded, unable to form coherent words as he slid his finger inside me, filling me up slightly. I was wetter than I had ever been, my juices coating his hand as he pumped it in and out, my walls tight around him.
“Mm, yes,” I moaned, my head falling back as he played my body like an instrument. His thumb continued to circle my clit, driving me wild with need.
He kissed me, his tongue delving deep, mimicking the way he’d soon be fucking me. I felt his hardness press against my stomach, a clear sign of his desire. I reached down to grab his cock, feeling the length of it through his pants. “You’re huge,” I gasped.
He grinned. “You ain’t seen nothing yet, baby,” he said, unzipping his pants and pulling out his thick, long member. It stood proudly, pointing straight at me, begging for attention.
“Oh my,” I whispered, taking in the sight of his hard-on. It was indeed massive, the size making my own pussy quiver with anticipation. He stepped closer, pressing it against my stomach, leaving a trail of precum on my bare skin.
“You want it, don’t you?” he asked, his voice a seductive rumble. I nodded, unable to lie, and watched as he pulled his cock out completely. It was thick and long, standing proud and ready.
With a wicked smile, he turned me around, pushing me gently against the wall. “Spread your legs,” he ordered, and I complied, feeling the cool bricks against my bare thighs. He stepped closer, pressing himself against me, his cock sliding along my slit. I moaned, feeling his heat and size, my body already craving him.
He reached under my dress and panties, his rough fingers finding my clit once more. I whimpered, my hips moving involuntarily as he began to rub me again, faster and harder than before. “You like that, don’t you?” he murmured, his breath hot against my neck.
“Yes,” I breathed, my voice a mix of pleasure and desperation. I felt my orgasm building, my body tightening around his finger. “I’m going to cum,” I whispered, my voice shaking with need.
He chuckled, his breath hot on my neck. “Not yet, baby. I want to feel your pussy tighten around my cock when you come.”
With that, he slammed into me, filling me up completely. I gasped, my hands shooting out to grip the wall for support as he began to fuck me hard and fast. His cock was like a jackhammer, pounding into me, hitting all the right spots. My pussy was tight, my ass hole clenching with each powerful thrust.
“You feel so good,” he groaned, his voice strained with effort. “So wet, so tight.”
I bit my lower lip to keep from crying out too loudly as he slammed into me, each stroke sending waves of pleasure through my body. My pussy was tight around him, clenching with every thrust. His hands held my hips firmly, guiding me into the rhythm he set, making sure every inch of him filled me up.
“Fuck me, baby,” I moaned, feeling his cock hit deep within me, making my toes curl. He responded with a grunt, his pace increasing. His grip tightened, his strokes becoming more urgent, and I knew he was getting closer to his own release.
“You like it rough?” he asked, his voice gruff with desire. I nodded, feeling the walls of my pussy tighten around him, eager for more. He pushed into me harder, the sound of our bodies slapping together echoing in the alleyway.
He reached around, his hand finding my clit again, and began to rub it in time with his thrusts. The combination was overwhelming, and I felt the tension in my body coiling tighter and tighter.
“Oh, fuck,” I moaned, my voice echoing off the alley walls. He chuckled, his teeth grazing my ear. “You’re going to cum for me, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” I panted, feeling the pressure build. His thumb was a masterpiece on my clit, working in harmony with his cock’s relentless pounding. Each thrust hit a spot deep within me that I didn’t know existed, making me wetter and more desperate for release.
“You’re going to cum all over me,” he murmured, his voice a dark promise. And with that, I lost control. My pussy spasmed around him, clenching down as waves of pleasure crashed over me. “Ahh,” I screamed, my body shaking with the force of my orgasm.
He didn’t stop, though, pushing deeper into me as he fucked me through the aftershocks. My pussy was still pulsing, my juices running down my legs, as he continued to rub my clit. “More,” I begged, my voice a desperate whisper. “I want more.”
He chuckled again, his grip tightening. “Greedy little thing, aren’t you?” But he didn’t slow down, his cock driving into me with a ferocity that had me seeing stars. Each stroke was a declaration of his dominance, a promise of pleasure so intense it bordered on pain. And I loved it.
My breasts bounced with each impact, the cool night air playing with my rock-hard nipples. I reached back, my hand sliding down his chest, feeling the slickness of his sweat. I could feel his abs tighten as he thrust into me, his muscles rippling with each movement.
“Your cock is so big,” I moaned, the words slipping from my mouth like a well-rehearsed mantra. It was true; his cock was massive, stretching me wide and making me feel so full.
“You’re so tight,” he groaned, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my body. “It’s like you’re made for me.”
“Keep going,” I begged, pushing back into him, eager for every inch. His cock was thick and long, filling me up completely, stretching my pussy in the most delicious way. With each thrust, he hit that spot inside me that made me see stars, my body trembling with the effort of holding back another orgasm.
He reached around my waist, his hand cupping my breast, his thumb flicking my nipple. The sensation sent a jolt of electricity through my body, making me gasp. “You like that, don’t you?” he whispered, his voice a dark promise.
“Yes,” I moaned, pushing my chest back into his hand. His touch was like fire, igniting my passion, making me want more. “Harder,” I begged, my voice a desperate plea.
He complied, his hand squeezing my breast firmly, his thumb flicking my nipple with increased speed. The pleasure was exquisite, a symphony of sensation that had my pussy clenching around his cock. “You’re going to make me cum again,” I whimpered, feeling the beginnings of another orgasm building.
“That’s right,” he said, his voice filled with triumph. “Cum for me, baby.”
My body responded to his command, my pussy tightening around his thick shaft. He was so deep inside me, filling me completely, making me feel so full and so alive. I moaned, my orgasm building once more. “I’m going to cum,” I whispered, my voice a desperate plea.
“Do it,” he urged, his strokes becoming more erratic. “Cum all over my cock.”
I felt the pressure build, my pussy tightening around him, my body trembling with the effort of holding back. And then, with a guttural moan, I let go, my orgasm crashing over me like a wave. He groaned, his grip tightening, his hips moving faster, his cock swelling even more inside me.
“You’re so fucking hot,” he grunted, his breath hot on my neck. I could feel his balls slapping against me, his cock thick and hard as it plunged into me again and again. And then, with a final, powerful thrust, he came, his warm cum filling me up.
“Mm,” I moaned, feeling the warmth spread through me as he emptied himself into my tight pussy. His grip loosened, and he pulled out, his cock still pulsing. I watched as he tucked himself away, his chest heaving with exertion.
We took a moment to catch our breath, the only sound the rustle of our clothes and our mingled gasps. “We should go back,” he said, his voice a little shaky. “Before anyone misses you.”
I nodded, my legs wobbly as I tried to stand on my own. He helped me straighten my dress, his touch gentle and caring. I felt a strange mix of satisfaction and guilt, but the thrill of our encounter was too potent to be dampened by the latter.
We made our way back to the venue, trying to look as nonchalant as possible. Our clothes were slightly rumpled, but in the dim light and the distraction of the event, no one seemed to notice. We slipped back into the bustling crowd, and he gave me a knowing wink before returning to his duties.
My heart was still racing from our secret rendezvous, but I managed to compose myself, smoothing down my hair and adjusting my blouse. I could feel the stickiness between my thighs, a sweet reminder of what had just transpired. The thought of anyone suspecting our little tryst made me blush, but the excitement of the secret only heightened my mood.