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Dipti and I had dinner, along with some wine, at the resort. After dinner, we wandered around the resort for a while and found a place where there were no cameras or people. We started kissing, and I started fondling her breasts.
After a few minutes of passionate kissing, Dipti said, “We need to slip into something more comfortable.” However, neither of us could recall how it happened. But soon, we realized we were near to our villa, and I was about to remove her top.
This was not the first time I had seen her almost half-naked, but there was a twist this time. The moon was hanging low. It glowed along our path. We were part of the forest – to etch the love story in roots this time. Her eyes looked into mine and said, “Eat me now!”
I enjoyed watching her eyes for a little longer, gently caressing her thighs, hips, stomach and ass. We moved inside the villa and whispered, “Let’s take a shower.” She smiled as I slid her clothes off and onto the floor, and she removed mine.
We said nothing slipped in as quietly as possible. Between us, there always has been the element of surprise. Our minds had all plans to suck and fuck. We both were fucking horny.
Dipti looked down at my cock and noticed it was getting harder. It was growing as I looked over her naked body. “Dipti, I never realized how sexy you could be when water is pouring on you,” I said.
Her hand wrapped around my cock, and she said, “The touch of your cock feels so good, Nikhil.” She could see the pleasure on my face when she slightly moved her hand on my cock. I let out a slow moan that made her stroke my cock faster.
“That feels so good,” I said. Dipti said nothing, but she wrapped her mouth around my cock and sucked it the best way. It was very different this time. I pushed my cock further down to her throat. “That’s what I like,” Dipti said.
We were still in the shower. I made her stand and ran my hands down on her body, down to her navel. I began kissing my way up. My lips and tongue brushed the underside of Dipti’s right breast. I could hear her moan. My hands massaged her skin, and my fingers traced over her jaw and lips.
I moved to her breasts and moved my tongue over her nipple, then bit them. She sighed again, this time, “I love the way you bite my nipples and run your lips over it again.” I licked and nibbled around her neck, her ears, her breasts, back down to her navel, deep into her belly and went down further.
I switched off the shower. We both hugged each other tight and confessed our true emotions for one another. Still wet, we moved back to the bed and fell upon it naked and hot. We kissed again so very passionately. Then down her neck, between her breasts.
My hands caressed and rubbed her nipples till they were erect. I went further down between her thighs to savour the taste of her pussy juice. She moaned and breathed harder, faster, as her passion mounted. I positioned myself on her pussy lips and kissed them.
Dipti panted, “Ah, that feels so good, Niks, don’t stop.” I could sense she had reached a height of passion. She was trying to grab my cock, but could not succeed. “Give me your cock, Nik,” she whispered.
We came in 69 position and sucked each other. I could not hold on for a long time. I had to let out and cum. We collapsed into each other’s arms and never knew when we dozed off.
We got up, thanks to the wake-up call for the tiger safari. As we quickly refreshed and stepped out, the air held a promise – an anticipation that hummed. Our guide shared the stories of legendary tigers – their territories, and the thrill of spotting them.
An hour inside, the forest awakened – callings and distant roars. Dipti’s eyes scanned the bushes, seeking to spot the stripes. And then, it happened. A flash of orange and black stripes – a tiger. We clicked the pictures. Dipti’s fingers tightened around my hands.
We watched, spellbound, as it disappeared into the thickets. The safari wasn’t just about spotting a tiger. It was a communion – a connection to nature’s raw beauty. As the sun climbed higher, we carried the memories of spotting the tiger returned to the resort.
Over breakfast, we relived the encounter. The wrong number, the meet in CP, the passionate lovemaking in her house and again in the resort. The spotting of the tiger. All these thrills coursed through our veins.
I had to attend the marriage of one of my friends in Gurugram. So we decided to head back to Delhi. But we never wanted to part ways.
Once inside the villa, “Please fuck me,” Dipti sounded desperate. She was that horny. I had no idea what had come over me. This wasn’t my usual stance, but I didn’t have time to think too hard about it. She pushed me on the bed, sucked me and made me hard.
She sat on me, lowered her pussy on my cock, and slowly guided me inside. I was surprised at how wet she was. Considering the regular fucks we have over two days, we didn’t take much time. This time Dipti came on my dick very quickly, and moments later, I shot inside her.
True to my word, we did have the best days of our lives. Lack of sleep and energy, neither of us had the energy to drive back to Delhi. We hired a chauffeur by requesting the resort staff. The drive to Delhi was sleep, sleep and only sleep.
The unspoken words, the way our fingers traced patterns on each other, the curves of her lips – I wanted to freeze the moment. We reached her house and we reluctantly got down from the car. She turned to me and whispered, “Two days. Two days of magic, love, passion”.
I nodded and said, “We’ll remember. Every touch. Every kiss. Every moment”.
“Until next time,” she said.
With a heavy heart, I had to bid farewell. An hour later, I texted her, “I reached.” Ditpi replied, “Missing you already. Kids are on the way back.”
The wrong number had become so right. We laughed about life’s quirks, shared confessions and whispered promises. But now, reality tugged at our fragile thread.
Months passed. We both settled into our lives. But one evening, I got a phone call from an unknown number.
“Hello,” I answered.
And there it was – the voice that had lingered in my memories, “Hi, Nikhil,” she said.
“Dipti,” I said.
And so, dear readers, the invitation extends to you. What secrets have you been harbouring? What stories are clinging to the walls?
This is my real experience. Life often weaves tales more captivating than any fantasy. If any females would like to explore further, feel free to share more details or reflections.
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