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It was a long weekend coming up, and everyone I knew was planning to go home or on vacation. I was excited too, as I had planned a road trip and was excited about the new Adventure. I booked my flight to Delhi, from where I was going to rent a car and travel to Manali.
I had travelled solo earlier, but this was going to be my first solo drive. I had packed only essentials, and I decided to buy things on the way if needed. I had my cabin luggage and ID card ready and left for the airport.
I’m Gautam, 32, working as a staff engineer in one of the top MNCs. This incident is from the time I was still a bachelor and had a caution-to-the-wind attitude. I am 5’10 and athletically built. It was an afternoon flight, and as soon as I boarded, I dozed off to sleep.
I woke up in Delhi and made my way out. I collected the rental car and started for Manali around 8 PM. It takes roughly 10 hours to reach Manali. I decided I’ll try to cover most of this distance before dinner.
As the scenic roads flew by my side mirror, I was enjoying my time, singing and vibing to music that made me happy. Soon it was 11:00, and I had reached Ambala by that time. I decided to have my dinner in one of the dhaba on the highway.
I parked my rented car in the parking lot and made my way into the dhaba. I sat on a cot to get the rustic feel of a dhaba and ordered my dinner. The dhaba was packed with customers, and soon another tour bus came and brought more guests. A family of four sat right across from me.
They alighted from the Delhi-Manali tour bus that had just come. Judging by their attire, they were a Muslim family. The husband must have been in his late 50s, one lady seemed to be in her 40s and a 10-year-old boy. I couldn’t make out anything about the other lady as she still had her niqab on her face.
I waited for my food to arrive, and soon enough, my food came. I was enjoying my food when my eyes went back across my table. I saw a beautiful girl in her early 30s, Kajal in her eyes, mehndi on her hands and rosy lips. She was fair and had no makeup on.
It was the same girl whose face I couldn’t see earlier. She must have removed her niqab to eat her food, and I was stunned to see her beauty. For a moment, my gaze stayed fixated on her. To my shock, she lifted her head and saw me staring at her.
I immediately turned away and continued eating. She continued to eat, and I started stealing glances when no one was noticing. I couldn’t help but admire her beauty. She caught me staring quite a few times and just smiled, seeing my awkwardness when our eyes met.
I composed myself and thought that it would be rude to stare, and went ahead with my dinner. Post dinner, I went to wash my hands, and saw her entering the basin area as I was leaving. She smiled, looking at me, and I quietly returned to my seat. I paid for the food and was standing outside.
I saw her, but something from the store outside. I went to the store to buy chocolate and coffee for my trip. I noticed she left her clutch (hair clip) on the counter. I picked it up and looked for her to return it. I found her standing outside alone and went to her after mustering some courage.
Gautam: Hey, you left this clutch behind.
She removed her niqab and smiled almost as if she was blushing, “Thank you,” she said. I was still gazing at those deep eyes. She was wearing a brown burqa, and from her silhouette, she seemed to be 34-26-36.
We made small talk and got to know her name was Rifat. She was the same age as me. She recently got married as the second wife of Nasser. Her husband and son accompanied her.
Gautam: Isn’t he a bit older than your age? I asked, puzzled.
She got told and told that her parents married her off to him, as he was a reputed person in their community. She had very little say in the marriage and reluctantly accepted her fate. She did not have any friends and mostly kept to herself.
Gautam: It’s a shame, you look so pretty. Anyone would be lucky to have you as their wife.
Rifat blushed again. Her reaction gave me some courage, and I told her that she could consider me a friend and gave her my number in case she ever wanted to talk. She looked around and, seeing none of her family members in sight, took my number.
Suddenly, the weather turned for the worse, and it started raining cats and dogs. The rain was so relentless that it was very difficult to see anything. There were only a couple of travel buses and a few cars in the dhaba.
The bus conductor informed everyone that they would halt here as it was too risky to drive in these conditions. The dhaba had lodging as well, and I decided to stay back as well. Wouldn’t want to get stuck in nowhere. I got myself a room, like everyone else and made my way into my room.
It was a very basic room with a TV, a cupboard and a bed. I had upgraded to an AC room, so I got a mini fridge along with it. I settled down and took out a can of beer from my bag, which I was carrying, and placed it into the fridge to chill. I went to take a shower and came back to see a message on my phone.
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It was an unknown number “Are you travelling in this storm?” I understood it was Rifat. I started chatting with her. It was already 1 AM, and I opened the can of beer and was watching a movie while chatting with her.
Gautam: Manali is such a romantic place. Are you going there for your honeymoon?
Rifat: Honeymoon and all is not part of our culture; we are visiting a relative there.
Gautam: Too bad, you’re missing out on so much.
Rifat: Is it? What’s so special there?
Gautam: Waking up next to someone you love after a passionate night and then watching the breathtaking view of the mountains. It’s just so serene.
Rifat: I can only imagine.
Gautam: Had you been single, I could have shown you how romantic Manali can be.
As soon as I hit send, I realised that the beer might have amplified my emotions and I should not have been that frank to her. For a while, I did not see a reply. I thought she might have got offended, and I kept my phone away in despair. In 10 minutes, I got a message. “What’s your room number?”
My heart skipped a beat. I was excited and nervous. I messaged her the room number and waited. In another 10 minutes, I heard a knock on my door. As I opened it, I saw a girl who had a shawl wrapped around her. Before I could say anything, she pushed me inside and came in hurriedly.
She removed her shawl, and there she stood, beauty personified. She was wearing a green Lucknowi suit and had red nail polish on her fingers and toenails. She looked stunning, and her raw beauty spellbound me. She came close to me and hugged me tightly.
I reciprocated with equal vigour. My hands were caressing her back over her suit. I could smell the jasmine in her hair while hugging her. She lifted her head and looked at me.
Rifat: I want to experience what a romantic night of passion feels like. This night might be the only one where I get to live it.
I put a finger on her soft lips and lifted her in my arms. I lay her on the bed and kissed her all over. I removed her Kurti over her head, and she quickly covered herself with her hands. I pinned her hands on top of her head to reveal her black bra. She was moaning softly as I caressed her bare skin.
The chill of the AC and the heat of our bodies were having an electrifying effect on us. I kissed her neck and her earlobe as she continued to moan. I kissed her armpits, and she wriggled in excitement. She was very sensitive to the touch, and I was teasing her every bit of it.
I kissed all over her belly and licked her navel. I poured some beer on her belly button and drank from it. She was curling her toes in ecstasy. I opened the strings of her salwar and threw it away. Her panties were soaking wet by now, but I continued to tease her.
I spread her legs wide and licked her inner thighs from her knees to her waist. Just as I was near her pussy or public area, I would stop and move away.
Rifat: Gautam, stop teasing me. I am begging you. Make me feel complete, I need your touch.
I grabbed her panties with my teeth and pulled them off her. She was hairy, and I could see her juices on her mound. I dived in with my hands and tongue. I separated her bushes to find her clit and started sucking and flicking with my tongue.
With my hands, I unhooked her bra and made her lie completely naked. My hands were kneading her soft and plump tits while I lapped up her juices with my tongue. She was moaning louder now and held my head tightly on her pussy.
I understood she was close to her climax, and I increased my speed; she climaxed heavily on my face. I licked all her juices and kissed her lips with mine. She was hungrily kissing me back. She came on top of me and stripped me naked.
She hungrily took my dick in her mouth and started to bob her head on my shaft. I held her hair and pressed her harder till she gagged. What a sight that was, a sexy beauty with her mouth full of my dick, grasping for air as I shove it in her mouth.
I was close, so I stopped her and took her to the sofa and lay down on it. I asked her to squat over my face. She was reluctant, but after some persuasion, she agreed. Now that I had access to both her holes, I licked her pussy and asshole. I inserted one finger in her pussy and slowly tried to move it in and out.
It was tight, but I was able to get some momentum. In the meantime, I had been stimulating her asshole, and her legs were trembling with this dual stimulus. Soon, she came hard again. This time, her juices trickled down to the ground via my mouth and chest.
She was now tired, having come twice, but I needed release. I picked her up, made her stand next to the bed, and raised her right leg on the bed. I positioned myself behind her. I put two fingers in her mouth, and once she sucked them, I lubricated my dick with her saliva.
I slowly probed her entrance with my dick and then, with a jerk, entered her. Half of my 6-inch dick went inside her, and she almost yelled in pain. I covered her mouth from behind and waited for the pain to subside. Once she was better, I slowly gave another push, and the whole of my dick was inside her now.
I slowly started with rhythmic thrusts. Rifat was now enjoying it and moving her hips in sync. I was pulling and toying with her breasts from behind, which left red marks on them. Her pussy walls hugged my dick as I continued to pound her. I slapped her ass cheeks as I kissed her neck.
She was now moaning and breathing faster. I turned her around and sat on the edge of the bed. I made her sit on my dick, facing me and started to fuck her. Her tits bounced wildly, and I kissed her lips to taste her breath. In 10 minutes, she was almost on the verge of orgasm.
I made her sit on all fours on the ground and came behind her. I started fucking her in doggy style. The AC was on 17 degrees, but we were sweating like crazy. The room echoed with the sound of thunder and rain, along with the sound of my balls slapping her ass cheeks.
I held both her hands back and pounded her for 10 more minutes. We were both close now, with one hand I grabbed her waist, and with the other, I started to finger fuck her tight asshole. She was taken aback by this and resisted for a bit, but I held her and continued to probe in and out of her asshole.
Soon her body stiffened, and she tried to push me away. I held her strongly and continued to pound her holes. With a loud grunt, she started to squirt and created a pool on the floor. This was her 3rd orgasm, and by now, she was completely spent.
I took her to the bed and made her lie down with a pillow. I desperately needed a release. I lifted her legs on my shoulders and started to pump her hard, Rifat’s body glistening with sweat, piss and cum. Her face was still looking bright like the moon. I started to suck her lips as I neared orgasm.
I looked into her eyes and saw the glow of satisfaction as I pumped her hard. Soon, I came with a loud grunt. It was 3:30 AM, and we lay naked in each other’s arms. We took a shower together like lovers. She used my towels to dry herself.
I noticed that her pussy had swollen, and she had a couple of bite marks near her ass and neck. I helped her get ready and kissed her lips as tenderly as possible.
Rifat: Thank you for making me feel like a woman tonight, Gautam.
She returned to her room as I went to sleep, getting thoughts and tender images. The next day, by the time I woke up, the bus had already left, and I went off on my route.