You and Me – Part 5

Hi all, I am Rahul. This write-up is in continuity with my previous one. So I am moving ahead straight with it. For more about me, kindly refer to my earlier posts. For this episode’s continuity, I suggest going through the last one if you have not read it already!

Here I move on:

Sweetie, we were sleeping and now wake up. You pull the TV remote, your favourite sport. I shall say and move to the edge of the bed. You are sitting on the edge with your feet down on the floor. You have tuned in to a Hindi music channel. I move and come to you. Hug you from your back.

I spread my legs and wrap them around your waist. I rub both my cheeks, one by one, on your shoulder. You wish to stand up, but I am not letting you leave my hug. You smile and stand, moving to the washroom with me on your back. This means you give me a piggyback ride.

You lower me on the slab along the wash basin. I sit on it, and you pick up the Tooth Brush and Paste provided there.  While you brush your teeth, I stretch my arm and pull your sleeping dick. Upon my touch, it instantly grows. I pull you close to the basin, open the tap and wet your dick.

I rub soap on your dick and areas connected, testicles, crotch and abdomen. Wash it thoroughly and dry you with a face towel then. You are done brushing, and you ask me what I want, Coffee or Tea. Instead, I reply with a smile, none, and we shall have Soup (Knorr dry mix) and Chips.

They are in my bag. I brought it with me since we do not call for room service or housekeeping. You wrap the bath towel around your waist and move out of the washroom. I go ahead with freshening up. I come out having had a quick shower and am amazed to see you have rearranged the room.

You have straightened the bedsheet, well-stacked pillows and cushions, our clothes and shoes etc. Even my Bra Panty, you have folded and kept aside. You are at the coffee tray corner. Boiling water in the kettle provided by the Hotel for soup. I ask you to leave that, and I shall prepare the meal.

You deny and ask me to sit and be the Queen now. I am also in a Bath towel. It is draped from my breast line to my upper thighs. I have tucked the end of the towel in my cleavage. You are almost done with the soup. Here are two low back single seat sofa chairs and a small table in between the chairs. I take a seat.

You serve the soup and chips on the table and sit on the next chair. We start having it along with talking to each other. We talk of here and there, nothing specific. And I came up with something surprising for you. I ask you about your experiences with ISS. Who all you come in contact with?

You are confused about my question. Why would I ask after our being together for so long? You ask m if I am okay and if anything is bothering me. Have you misbehaved, or do I have any doubts about you? Upon this, I get up and sit on your lap.

Take your face in my palm, kiss you, pull your head. I rest it on my bosom and pamper you, saying there is nothing like that. I say, “Okay, I tell you my experience of ISS.” I get up from my lap and sit back in my chair. I tell you, I have a friend who is in the same situation as I was. She had told me of this site.

This is how I visited ISS and contacted a few people, but all in vain. They all were vulgar and filthy. By luck, you came in contact, and I am so happy and feel blessed now. I ask you again to share all your experience.

I insisted you started then.

You: I got a few responses. Most were insane or cheap, and some professionals, except you. Though, there were some okay types. Out of those, I will tell about a few.

Naina, she complimented me for my writing. I tried to have a dialogue further, but she didn’t respond.

Urmika sounded decent and straightforward. She pinged me, and upon my response, she straight away introduced herself. She mentioned her age, city and profession. In reply, I told the same. She asked for my picture, and I showed it.

Upon seeing me, she immediately bid goodbye. Don’t know what bothered her. If my age, then why she asked for my pic? So, it might be my face. Maybe she found me ugly! I didn’t understand why she had to be abrupt. She could have left amicably.

Pari, I found her weird. She seems to be a writer herself. She sent a few lines saying a theme, asking me to write on that. Why should she ask me to write? She asks me to write a sexy story and not write about sex! She is here on this site, yet she says it is vulgar.

Now, if she finds it vulgar, then why she’s here? Or does she find me vulgar? I don’t know. I have never used filth language, words, or feelings in my writing. She is confused, I guess.

Anuja is kind of a kid, not of much age, unmarried. I mean, she is a kid, but she doesn’t. I wonder why of her age, a girl could be here. She is so young and has so much scope in the real world.

Jane, she’s from overseas. She sent an appreciative response. We exchanged a few emails here and there.

That’s it.
These are few who I remembered.”

I said, “Okay, so that was it. I am so happy we are here together,” I smiled.

We were so engrossed in the conversation that we didn’t realise our soup had finished. While I continued talking, you got up and cleared the table. Threw the litter in the bin and soup cups back into their tray. You moved to the washroom to wash your hands, and I kept talking.

Upon return, you come and stand behind me. And place your hand on my head. You move your fingers through my hair, giving a light massage. I go quiet and enjoy your touch. You bring your hand to the nape of my neck. Give pressure with your thumb and fingers, relaxing me.

Move further down to my shoulders and down to the upper back. The pressure of your hand changed to a light and soft touch. You move from my upper back to my shoulders, to the nape of my neck and slide to my face, forehead, eyes, nose, lips, and chin. Your fingers are arousing me.

Your touches are so seductive. Further, you insert fingertips in my towel over the breast line. Continue pushing your hands in. I remove the tuck of my towel, giving you access to the boobs. You place your palms over my breasts and press them. Gently squeeze.

I kiss your forearm. Hold your hands, back of your palm and pull more on my breasts. You play with my nipples. I turn around, stand on the chair on my knees facing you, and the towel falls, exposing me fully nude. I take your face in my palm, and we kiss.

I open my lips, and we have a luscious smooch. You resume fondling my breasts.  I get down from the chair and come to your side. I move and sit on the edge of the bed. Pull you. Pull off your towel. Your dick Pop up. It is hard and erect. It is at the height of my face.

I hold it and stroke and kiss it. Open my mouth wider and take it deep in. I take it out and ask you to get in again and to treat my mouth as my cunt. I close my lips and make a pout shape with my lips slightly open. You touch your tip on my lips and push.

It is not getting in. I am not opening my lips. I try to give you a feeling of virgin pussy, which is a little difficult to enter initially. You hold my head and try again to push in me. I give you a little space. You get in half an inch or so. I find it lovely and playful.

Now you push it in with force. With your thrust now, I cannot resist, and it gets in substantially. However, I keep my mouth tightly closed and let you have the best feelings. But all my efforts go away quickly, and you are fully in. You stroke it soft and slow first, turning it into harder and larger moves.

I like it and relate this to you getting in and out of me. You are constantly hitting deep down my throat. It gets over, and I pull my head off your dick. I lay back on the bed. You come up on the bed and lie down by my side. You move your hand in my hair and me on your chest.

I ask you to make love. Do some more. You say okay. You wait awhile and say let’s try this and ask me to get up and sit. I sit on my hips, but you make me go in a horse’s posture. I am on my knees and bend in front with body weight on my palms with arms straight. Like we give rides to kids on our backs.

This is doggy style, as is said. You come at my back. You, too, go on your knees. You hold yourself and move your tip in my butt crack. With your hand, you grip one side of my waist, and with the other, hold your dick. You move your dick further down and touch my pussy.

I move my legs apart and give you sufficient room to enter. You start entering. Once it is on the right path, you leave your cock and hold my waist with both palms. It is not fully in. You jerk more and go inner. It is excellent in this posture. Gradually you move deeper and deeper. You are wet, and I am wet too.

The moves are flawless and easygoing. You increase the pressure and speed. You lean on me, your body weight on my back. I tell you, you are heavy, and I am feeling crushed under you. You modify your posture. You pull yourself off me. Bend your knees, stretch your arms and hold my shoulders.

You lower your waist and ask me to guide you in. Though it is difficult to do this at my back, I try. Somehow, I managed to do it. You are now riding me like you are riding on a motorcycle. You start moving faster. We both observed moves are better in this posture.

The cock is going much deep and much speedier. Due to a good grip on my shoulders, you can do wonders. You push with more thrust and much deeper. Though it is good, I am feeling it too deep, beyond my depth. It reaches into that accommodating type of feeling.

I observe you are enjoying this more. I am enjoying your enjoyment. Surprisingly, I have also adjusted to it and enjoyed it fully. Practically, you are constantly hitting my walls inside, probably. At least, it appears to be like that. Having it in for so long, my orgasm has built. I am too much in lust now.

I am not able to keep myself upright. I lower myself and drop my shoulders on the mattress. I move my palm over my breast and squeeze them. Later move further and reach for my pussy. I rub my clit. The feelings are exorbitant, out of my control.

I tell you, I am done, and I am cumming. I ooze. And I ooze so much that it starts dripping on the bed past your cock. I love it. So many orgasms I have today. You slowed down your moves and subsequently stopped. You have your cock in me, though. I fall flat on the bed, and your dick gets slipped out.

I lay straight on my tummy. Enjoying the feel and sweet pain on my breasts and deep down in. I am so exhausted. So much done! Your energy, my darling, is superb. Where from you have this much strength? I murmured. You kiss my butts, back shoulders and lay down next to me.

We rest. I hold you and take your hand in both hands, collect it to my bosom, enjoy your presence, and cuddle. It is now time to leave. We need to get up and make a move. We start to dress ourselves. While dressing, we talked about the next meeting.

We laugh as if we are not even done with today’s love and discuss meeting next. We are through with the dressing. I take my bag, say goodbye to you and turn to the door, but you pull me back. Kiss my cheek and hug me. Thank you for saying that I have made you complete in the true sense.

I smile back, plant a tight kiss on your lips and move out of the room. While I am in the elevator, I wonder if it is me who has made you complete or if it is you who has made me complete. I am so blessed with your being in my life. Happily, with full contentment, I reached my car.

Rahul is here now. This episode concludes.

May God bless us with much more than we deserve! So long, your [email protected].