There is something special I want to try first

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There is something special I want to try first…

Tales of a hook-up in a strange city

I had wanted to fuck Jay the day I met him. He was funny and smart and had soft, squishy lips that looked like they would fold inwards like jelly when I kissed him.

The only problem was — he was too much of a gentleman to make the first move. And I was too shy to drop a blatant hint.

I did, however, hope.

We had spent the day eating good food and roaming around a bookstore. We talked and laughed and got so comfortable with each other that when he suggested we head back to his place to get high, I didn’t even protest. It felt like it was the most natural thing to do. As if it was completely normal for a girl to head back to the room of a guy she had met only a few hours back.

If it were any other guy, I wouldn’t have read too deep between the lines. But it was Jay and there was only one thing going on in my head: will this episode lead to sex?

Will it? Won't it?

Blinking to keep these naughty thoughts at bay, I sat behind him on his bike as he drove me to his apartment. His room had two single beds with an aisle in between. There was a table there which had a moon-shaped lamp. I sat down on one bed and he took the bed opposite me. When we lit a joint to smoke up, he turned off the main lights and immediately, the beauty of the room hit me. The moon-lamp was giving off a mellow orange light which was complemented perfectly by the shimmering blue strings of light arranged along the wall.

After a few puffs, when I was sufficiently high, he asked me if I would like to listen to some music. I agreed, and expected him to start playing songs on his phone. To my surprise, he pulled out a violin from the closet, took the stance and started playing. The notes were mellow and serene, going perfectly well with the dim-lit ambiance of the room. Maybe it was my marijuana-addled brain, or the obvious attraction I felt for him, but the sight of him holding the violin nestled under his chin, with his arms outstretched, making music, turned me on. I pressed my legs close together to suppress the urge.

Innocently, I moved towards him and said, “Would you teach me to play?”

“Of course,” he replied. “Here.”

He extended his hands to show me how to hold the instrument. I stood there, laughing, playing along, wondering if he was as into me as I was into him. He was being professional, not touching me more than he had to, while I was all but leaning into him. This man was sure hard to read.

After a few futile attempts at playing and lots of laughter, I sat down on the bed again. He took a seat opposite me and for a few moments, we sat there, letting the silence settle comfortably around us. Then, Jay looked at me and said, “Anamika,” in a deep, throaty voice. He cleared his throat. “I wanted to ask you something.”

There was something in his voice that sent a twinge of excitement shooting between my legs. I almost felt shy, knowing what might be coming. I lifted a finger to put a stray strand of hair behind my ear and mumbled without looking at him, “Yes?”

“I wanted to ask about you and Anand. You guys are still in a relationship, right?”

At this, I looked up, a smile playing at the corners of my mouth. “We are, but what we have is pretty open.”

His brow creased in confusion. “What do you mean?”

“I mean that since it is a long distance relationship, we have kept the avenues open to meet and fuck other people if either of us feels like it.”

“And, have you done it before?”

“A couple of times, yes.”

“Has Anand done it too?”

“He has. Twice.”

“Woah,” Jay said with his eyebrows raised. “That’s pretty cool.”

“It is the only way we can retain our sanity when we barely see each other once every few months,” I smiled.

“In that case,” his tone turned serious again, “I was wondering if-”

I raised my eyebrows at this, “If?”

“If we could,” he shrugged, “you know?”

My whole body was covered with goosebumps at the look he gave me with that half-sentence. With shaking fingers, I reached out, held his hand and pulled him to come and sit beside me on the same bed. Our bodies were almost touching now. I could feel the warmth radiating from his body in waves. The strong aroma of his cologne made me close my eyes for a moment and revel in the sensation.

Instinctively, I leaned back and rested my head on his shoulder. He put an arm around me and held me tight. His breathing was harsh and ragged in my ear, and I couldn’t take this not-knowing any longer. I turned back to press my cheek against his, my lips against those soft, squishy, jelly-like lips of his I had been fantasizing about since this morning. My doubts melted away into nothingness as he responded with such passion, it swept me off my feet.

After that, was there any stopping us?

His beard prickled my chin, but in a good way. His hands felt wonderful on my body as they ventured around, nervously at first, but slowly picking up pace. They wandered over my breasts, fondling them, then grabbed my love handles, and finally settled on my ass, grabbing it tight.

He broke off the kiss to whisper in my ear, “You have got a beautiful, round, grabbable ass.”

“Mmm,” I moaned, my eyes still closed, and pulled his face back to mine. His lips tasted divine, I didn’t ever want to let them go, they were so delicious pressed to mine.

At his touch, at the pace at which his tongue was swirling inside my mouth, my body responded in kind. The fire burning between my legs raged to an inferno, and I climbed on top of him, pushing him against the wall behind us. Without breaking the kiss, I started undoing his buttons until I had him out of his shirt. I was only wearing a short black dress. Jay had groped around my thighs for so long, the dress was already pulled up to reveal my plump bottom. He held the hem of the dress and pulled it over my head in one fluid motion.

There I was, straddling him with his back pressed against the wall, in nothing save my underwear. I felt self-conscious all of a sudden. If I had known we would end up fucking, I might have worn something lacy and sexy to set the mood right. Today, I had on simple underwear that didn’t even match. Jay didn’t seem to mind though.

He was engrossed in the kiss, his eyes tightly shut. His hands seemed to enjoy the new-found freedom of having removed the dress, and they roamed around my body wildly, groping and pinching wherever he could find. They ventured on to my ass more than anywhere else, and each time, he grabbed it a little bit tighter.

When he broke off, I moaned.

“You have a beautiful body,” he told me.

I wished I could tell him he looked beautiful too, with that blue-yellow light reflecting off his features, but words were beyond me. I fumbled with his belt to undo it, but he held me with one hand.

I looked at him, eyes full of questions. He gave me a mischievous smile and said, “There is something special I want to try first.”

“Mmm, I like the sound of that,” I told him, torn between wanting his dick inside me and waiting to see what he had planned.

He stood up and walked to the closet. He spent some time searching there, so I settled down on the bed with the pillows behind my head. I was dressed in that mismatched bra and panties, my legs spread slightly, my hands pressing my crotch to tame the anticipation, to tone the fire down. My eyes were closed.

When Jay walked back to me, I sat up to make space for him, but he pushed me back down on the bed gently. I looked at him, wondering what he was about to do. He took out a small bottle filled with a golden yellow liquid.


I put my forefinger in my mouth and bit down on it instinctively, the anticipation getting too much to bear.

He placed himself between my legs and gently tugged my panties away, exposing my throbbing wetness. I closed my eyes again, aware of every inch of my skin down there, tense, waiting.

He tilted the bottle, and the moment the first cold drop of honey made contact with my pussy, my back arched. It was like an electric shock, only a hundred times more pleasurable. His soft, wet, warm tongue made contact soon after, and I clenched the sheets below me in response. He swirled his tongue around my clit, lapping up the honey greedily. When there was none left, he clamped his lips around my clit.

“Mmmm,” I moaned, writhing on the bed.

He grabbed my ass with his hands as my legs spread wider, and buried his face between my thighs. I could feel his tongue tracing patterns around my gaping cunt hole, swallowing the honey and my love juices. He made soft sucking motions which sent tingles of pleasure to the tips of my toes. I reached down and grabbed his hair, urging him on. There was an urgency building inside my body, a want, a desperate need. He looked up to meet my eyes and obliged, speeding up till the wave of pleasure between my legs coalesced to a crescendo.

I could take no more.

Knowingly, he put a hand over my mouth to drown out my scream of pleasure. “Mmmmrrrghh,” I let out a muffled animal groan as the throes of a powerful orgasm overtook my senses. My eyes rolled up in their sockets and for a few seconds, I could see nothing, feel nothing, except that sweet content coursing through my veins. I was panting, my whole body was quivering, and my chest was heaving as if I had run a marathon.

There was a glint in Jay’s eyes when he wiped his lips with the back of his hand. His lips were pink and shining with my wetness. In my hurry to be pleasured, I hadn’t gotten the chance to undress him. I could see his hard dick straining against the crotch of his jeans. With a savage grunt, he undid his fly and whipped out his dick.

I hadn’t yet caught my breath, but, the sight of his dick made me drool. It was a deep chocolate-brown colour, its tip glistening with precum. Greedily, I sat up and cupped it in my palms, rolling the foreskin up and down gently, feeling it grow harder between my fingers. I looked up to meet his gaze and gave him the sluttiest look I could muster. Then, without breaking eye contact, I pushed him on the bed and turned to face him. Without warning, I slid his dick inside my mouth in one motion, right down to the root.

He grunted in pleasure as I swirled my tongue around his shaft, licking the tip and the base. Then, I pressed down my cheeks as I moved my head up, and down again till the tip of his dick touched the back of my throat. I gagged loudly, but didn’t let go. My eyes were watering, but I held his gaze as I started sucking him, wildly, passionately. With one hand, I caressed his balls while the other went down between my legs to press my clit.

Oh boy, this was going to be fun.

Jay grabbed my hair and urged me to go faster. I obliged and to make him grunt harder, I took him all the way in each time. When I could do it no longer, I let go, and started licking his dick from root to tip, moving my tongue tantalizingly over every groove, every ridge. I felt his whole body shiver as I licked his balls, sucking on them softly with my lips.

“Ana,” he said in a rough whisper, calling me by the name he had given me in the morning. “I want to fuck you.”

My pussy agreed. So, I got to my knees and sat on top of him. Then, using my right hand, I held his rock-hard dick and slid it inside my pussy. Aaah, that sensation when my greedy cunt hole took him all the way in.

He didn’t last long, but neither did I.

We had played so much with each other, that we were already on the brink. All we needed was a little shove. And shove him, I did. I grabbed his hair and started riding him vigorously, my hips bouncing up and down on his thighs. My hair was flying all around, framing my face as I looked into his eyes. My breasts were bobbing in front of his face, and when his body curled up in the throes of an orgasm, he clamped his lips on one nipple to drown his groans. The pleasure and the pain got to my head, and I cried out loud. My thighs quivered, my back arched, and my eyes closed to an orgasm matching the rhythm of the frenzied pulses of his dick inside my pussy.

When we were done, I sighed and rolled off him, his limp dick sliding out of me and laying flat on his belly. I looked at him and gave him a shy smile. “Tell me, how was it?”

“Lovely,” he smiled, still struggling to get his breathing back to normal. Then, he took my hand in his and started rubbing the back of my palm with his thumb. “I wish you didn’t have to leave.”

“I have to go Jay, but I promise we will meet again soon.”

“Next time when you come to my city, please don’t take a hotel. You could stay with me.”

“Could I?”

He winked. “I’ll make sure I will have more honey the next time. And some music, of course.”

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