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Though this happened more than 3 years back, it came back to my memory as I bumped into the couple again today at the Hyderabad airport.
As we exchanged pleasantries, my mind went back 3 years. At that time, I was relocating to Hyderabad and was staying at the Trident hotel till I found a place.
One evening, I returned to the room. I ordered for the dinner and went for a shower. By the time I was back, I could see a notification on the Telegram app. It was a message from a stranger named Imtiyaz.
“Hi! Do you provide massage?”
I started chatting with him while having dinner. Not many know that I occasionally give sensual massage to women – this isn’t my profession. I’m not a trained masseur – so, I don’t charge, or I don’t advertise.
I only provide it to women who are referred to by someone I know. So, I was curious how this person got my contact.
“Before I respond, I’d like to know how you got my contact. This is for safety reasons.” I was very blunt and direct. I never thought I’d hear back from the individual.
After a few minutes, the phone beeped with a response, “My wife’s friend, Mona, gave it to us. She’s based in Chennai but met you in Bangalore. She said that you’ve given her a massage in the past. She said that you’re good and trustworthy.” He also gave a few other details.
I know Mona, and all the details he gave are correct. That confirmed it for me – he was genuine.
I told Imtiyaz, “I need to tell you a few things. Firstly, I’m in my late 40s. If you think that’s too old for you, we can stop chatting. Secondly, I’m not a professionally trained masseur. Thirdly, hygiene is very important to me. Also, I want you to carry your preferred oil for the massage.”
Imtiyaz was fine with them. He asked, “I want to watch while you give her the massage. Is that ok?” I said I’m fine with it.
“She only wants a massage and foreplay. No penetration, no touching the anal region and no kiss on the lips.” I was fine with that as well.
He added, “What if you get carried away and force her into sex?”
“I didn’t have sex with Mona for the first two times we met. Your wife can check. Also, you’ll be in the room. Do you think I can force her in your presence?” I responded.
“Makes sense,” he replied.
“When would you want to meet?” I asked.
“Today? We can be there in 1 hour by 9 pm. How long would it take?” He asked.
“If you can plan for atleast 2 hours, it would be unhurried, and she would enjoy,” I said.
“Alright then, we’ll be at the hotel lobby by 9. Since the floors with guest rooms are access-controlled, you have to come down to get us.” He said.
I thought that he was well aware of how many premium hotels work. “Sure, let me know when you’re here, and I’ll come down. See you at 9,” I replied.
I was honestly surprised by the sudden turn of events. What was meant to be a routine evening just an hour before is turning out to be an exciting one.
Around 8:45, I get a ping that they reached and are at the waiting area that’s near the reception.
I was dressed in track pants and a t-shirt. I went down immediately.
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As I walked to the lobby, I couldn’t see any couple. I could see three single men seated there in different couches, but didn’t see any couples. For a moment, I thought the lady had developed cold feet, and they went back.
“I’m at the waiting area,” I still messaged.
One of the guys there waved at me, and I walked up to him. We shook hands and sat down. He said, “Tuba would join us in a bit” while he typed something on his screen. “So her name is Tuba,” I said to myself.
“Hope you didn’t get a lot of traffic,” I inquired.
“Not a lot. But the traffic in the city is increasing by the day. As we visit this hotel often for business meetings and events, I’m familiar with the place.” He said.
As I was about to say something, a lady came and stood by us. Seeing Imtiyaz stand up, I also stood up.
“My wife, Tuba. And this is Adi.” I shook her hand while he introduced us.
About 5’5 tall, fair and a medium built lady, probably in her mid 30s, and wearing sky blue jeans with a white round neck t-shirt. The pencil heels that she’s wearing make her look like she’s almost 5’9.
“Let’s go?” I said while leading them towards the elevators that were behind the reception area. As we were getting into the elevator, I let Tuba enter first while Imtiyaz and I followed her. The way her butt swayed while she walked into the lift was so irresistible that I was really tempted to grab her then and there.
We were in the room a few minutes later. As we entered, Tuba wanted to freshen up while I settled into the couch with Imtiyaz.
“We’ve been married for 14 years and have 2 kids. We have known each other since our childhood. I always fantasised about watching her being pleased by another man. She finally agreed after a lot of persuasion. Once she likes you, we can make it out frequently. Please be gentle with her. If she likes, she’ll encourage you to do everything. Then you can. Else be cautious. Once she’s free, she’ll start talking. She gets wet easily, and depending on how good you are, she can even cum fast. While it may not happen today, one day, I want both of us to fuck her.” Imtiyaz shared quite a bit with me even without me asking.
I was glad he began trusting me.
Just then, Tuba walked out of the bathroom, wiping her face with a bath towel. She changed into black satin shorts and a spaghetti crop top. The shorts were just about 4-5 inches long, and the top just covered her boobs. Voluptuous thighs, shapely arms.
I felt I could take an entire life to look at her. She was drop-dead gorgeous. Tuba realised I was shamelessly staring at her. She just made eye contact and looked away, blushing.
“She’s sexy, isn’t she?” Imtiyaz said.
“Yes. I don’t think any language has a word to describe her beauty,” I said.
I could see that Tuba was enjoying this attention. She, however, looked at Imtiyaz and said, “So shameless! You’re talking like this in front of a stranger.”
“How can you call him a stranger? In a few minutes, he’ll know every inch of you.” Imtiyaz teased her.
“Shut up,” Tuba said.
I was enjoying their banter. I got up, walked over to Tuba, gently placed my palm over her bare waist, pointed to the bed and said: “Shall we?”
The touch made her inhale deeply through her mouth. She looked at her husband for approval. He smiled, placed the oil on the side table and nodded as if he meant “let’s not waste time.”
I spread the towel on the bed and made her sit on the edge of the bed. I sat next to her.
As for reaching out for the oil, “take off your t-shirt,” she said to me. I realised what it could mean and, embarrassingly, then added, “I mean, it might get oil stains.”
I smiled and removed my t-shirt. I was also pleased that she was getting comfortable.
I took her palms and placed them on my shoulder, poured oil on my palms and began massaging them into her hands. Her fleshy hands and smooth skin were arousing.
“You have very nice skin,” I complimented. She blushed but said nothing.
After finishing with her hands, I asked her, “I’ll massage your back now. Shall I remove your top?”
She looked at Imtiyaz and me.
“I’m using your logic. Your top might get oil stains. Otherwise, I’ve no interest in seeing you topless,” I said with a naughty smile.
She gently slapped me and said, “Liar!”
Imtiyaz laughed out loud while Tuba embarrassingly lifted her hands up, indicating to me to remove her top.
As I helped her top off, I was stunned by her beauty. Her bra was struggling to hold her boobs. Her assets must have a cup size of C – which I feel is appropriate, not too large and not too small. Just adequate for a man’s palm to grab and play around with.
I placed my hand on her waist and guided her towards the bed, so she lay on her chest over the towel with her face closer to the edge of the bed.
I unhooked her bra, slid her shoulder straps aside and moved the back straps away from her back so that I’d get a clear back for a massage.
I poured oil over her back and began spreading it all over her back with my fingers. As the oil spread across her back, I slightly bent over her and began applying pressure to her back and spine using my fingers.
Then I began running my thumbs from the nape of her neck, along her spine, all the way till the tail of her spine – just so my thumbs slide under the elastic of her shorts but not touching her butt.
That’s when I figured out that she wasn’t wearing any panties. I’ve bent over her and whispered, “I love that you didn’t wear any panties.”
She didn’t say anything, but I could feel her breathing get heavier.