Chapter 36: a soft, damp and fulfilling good bye
Her entire body went rigid as a silent, powerful climax seized her and wracked her with tremors she fought with every ounce of her will to keep internal. Her passage clenched rhythmically around his fingers, a desperate, pulsing massage.
Gush…. A fresh spill of her release soaked his hand. The bus doors hissed open. As if nothing had happened, he withdrew his hand, leaving her feeling suddenly empty and exposed to the cool air.
He gave a gentle push against her lower back, propelling her towards the door. She stumbled out onto the pavement, her legs like jelly. The bus doors closed behind her with a final, definitive whoosh.
She did not even have time to perform her classic saree drop to show her cleavage to the people behind to gain more lust point. But she was sure that she has few viewers during her journey because the system told her so.
She didn't look back. She just stood there, breathing in the hot, polluted air from the smoke of the bus, feeling the slick evidence of her pleasure trickle down her thigh. She slowly walked back to her house and decided to take a bath to cool down.
She brought some snacks with her and started to eat them along with lunch. Some snacks can become combinations with lunch. The midday sun painted warm stripes across the floor, catching in the shimmering threads of Kamini's Lehenga.
She shifted on the sofa, the intricate embroidery of her blouse top scratching pleasantly against her sensitive skin. Beneath the elegant drape of her saree and the snug fit of her blouse, she was bare, a secret that sent a low, constant hum through her veins.
Prakash came back with his friend Kondesh. Kondesh looked quite big like a mountain as his name suggests. He has a constant bulge down there that Kamini noticed. It is not that he was aroused looking at her.
Instead it is its normal state without arousal. Kamini was hit hard by this matter thinking how big it would be if it was completely erected. She could not imagine something like that going into her lower mouth. It would definitely break her.
But she could not stop imagining the scene where she wanted it to go all the way inside her and she would feel full again. The eyes of Kondesh looked at her similarly when Prakash is not looking. Soon Prakash sent Kondesh back.
"You're sure will not come back for the two more days?" Prakash asked his voice still thick from their morning together. He lingered by the doorway, a reluctant silhouette against the bright afternoon.
"Mmhmm…" Kamini murmured, not looking at him. Her attention was still tethered to the memory of the giant who had just left… Kondesh...
The name itself felt heavy, substantial. His presence had filled the room, a mountain of a man in a simple t-shirt that strained across a chest sculpted from granite and below his waist… her mouth went dry just thinking about it.
A formidable bulge, not from arousal but simply from sheer, devastating biology, had been impossible to ignore.
She'd felt her cherries harden to aching points against her blouse the entire time he was there, a traitorous reaction she'd hidden behind a veil of demure smiles and lowered eyes. "I should probably go, too," Prakash said, but his feet didn't move.
"My dad will be wondering when I will return." Kamini finally turned her gaze to him, a slow, deliberate swing of her head. She let a soft, innocent smile play on her lips, the perfect mask.
"So soon…? You just got here with your… friend…. Also your exam is over… why not, rest for today and go back tomorrow."
"He had to get to the gym, always training... I cannot rest because my father would be angry for intruding…" Prakash took a step back into the room, drawn in by her feigned disappointment. "You were so quiet while he was here. You didn't like him?"
"He seemed… very intense," she said, her voice a breathy whisper. She looked down at her hands, feigning shyness. "I was just nervous."
It was the perfect lure. Prakash puffed out his chest slightly, the conqueror reassuring his conquest. He closed the distance between them in two strides. "Don't be nervous with me." His hand came up, cupping her cheek.
The touch was possessive, familiar. She leaned into it, turning her face to press a soft kiss to his palm. Mmmph... The sound was a quiet, needy thing in the back of her throat. "I'm not nervous with you." His thumb stroked her lower lip. "Show me."
That was all the permission her true self needed. The innocent facade melted away, replaced by a hunger that made his eyes widen. Her hand darted out, grabbing the front of his trousers, her fingers finding and squeezing the hardening shape of him through the fabric.
A sharp and gratifying bulge of his hips, "You want a proper goodbye, don't you?" she purred, her voice dropping an octave, losing all its pretended sweetness. "Fu*k, Kamini…"
She didn't wait for more. With a strength that surprised him, she pushed him back until his legs hit the edge of the low divan. He sat down heavily, his gaze locked on her as she rose from the sofa.
The delicate silks of her Lehenga have whispered swishhh… against her bare legs as she moved them up. She didn't undress. Instead, she simply gathered the long, flowing skirt of her Lehenga in her hands, lifting it as she stepped over him, straddling his lap.
The thin material of his pants and the layers of her skirt were a maddening barrier. She could feel the heat of him, the rigid promise beneath. She ground herself down, a slow, circular motion that made them both gasp.
A damp patch already bloomed on his trousers, a testament to her lack of underwear. "You're so fucking hot and damp down there…" he groaned, his hands grabbing her hips, fingers digging into the soft flesh beneath the silk.
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