The Perfect Potluck Picnic

My wife had made her favorite kadhi. By 9 we were ready for the bus with a big steel canister for what would be a perfect potluck picnic. Almost 50 employees had signed up for the company potluck, three teams of employees, and their spouses.

We enjoyed the cushy bus ride, passing by western ghats’ lush scenery, and arrived fresh at Chinaman’s waterfalls. Our America based company had converted the Makar Sankranti holiday into a long weekend.

Presently, the youngsters’ setup picnic tables and combined everyone’s home food into a grand buffet. Folks were super excited to meet after a long gap in this outdoor trip.

Exactly 9 months ago, I had proposed to Mohana, my office crush. We had dated once before our office closed down for covid. Our dating scene ended as we went out of sight and out of mind for each other. Now, both of us were back. I had married someone else in November, and Mohana got married soon after, in December.

I scanned the crowd, trying to distance myself from anyone that looked like Mohana. She was a tall girl, almost 5’8” with smooth wearing-golden skin. She had big black eyes and long straight hair in wavy layers. Then we bumped into each other.

One look at the twinkling eyes said it was her. She was wearing a black mask covering her nose and mouth and had a new neck length bob haircut. The thick hair curled towards her face and acted like a sexy veil on both sides. My heart could not make a mistake if she was standing in a crowd of 1000 people.

We were both speechless for a second. We couldn’t speak loudly and call our spouses’ attention, so we did the only logical thing possible. We hugged. Our hearts raced as our hug lasted a bit too long. I felt her narrow waist and peaking boobs through her tight sleeveless top.

She was wearing loose palazzo-pants that offered little resistance to my hands, feeling her toned butt cheeks. She wrapped her slender waxed arms around my broad shoulders and pressed her face on my cheek. I felt her silky hair rubbed between our faces, a bit provocatively.

Her 36-26-34 figure was in amazing form, and she pressed herself firmly against my chest. I filled my breath with her sweet odor. She stepped back upon realizing that my hard prick was poking into her flat belly.

“Ravinesh! I’m so happy to see you,” she said in her sexy nasal voice.

I found myself holding her hand while talking to her. We didn’t introduce our spouses to each other, choosing instead to point them out from far. Our magic was still there.

We separated and finished lunch. I kept chasing her with no luck. She was always busy with something. It was difficult to see her and not be able to talk to her.

After a temple visit in Mahabaleshwar, and one of the buses returned to Pune. After 4 pm, the office tour had officially ended. All those who were staying back moved on to Panchgani in the remaining two buses. Upon reaching our resort, we checked in, and I went out, searching desperately for Mohana.

Finally, I found her near the lake garden. She was draped in a navy blue saree with a boat neck blouse. Her eyes had light kajal, and she was using a lip balm on her full lips as I approached.

I put my arm around her exposed waist from the side and spoke to her, “Missed you.”

Mohana: Ayyo, Ravi, I’m married now.

Ravi: That’s why you’re so tempting. In bachelor days, you were so shy.

Mohana: Yeah, I was a virgin.

Ravi: Let me kiss you, then I’ll go away.

So she turned, looking at me with her big soulful eyes. Her eyebrows were sharply trimmed, with the underside shaved for a thin sultry look. I held her face and kissed her for the first time. She surprised me with her sweet tongue, trying to explore my lips.

My hands roamed freely on her body, finding her erect nipples under the sleeveless blouse. She had worn her saree well below her navel, showing off the deep curve of her waist. I noticed a tattoo of a small thin vine peeking from her right hip and asked her:

Ravi: I didn’t know you were inked.

Mohana: It draws attention away from my height.

Ravi: Can I see the rest of it?

Mohana: No hanky panky dear.

We found a park bench nearby to spend some time in each other’s arms before saying goodbye. My wife texted that she was playing rummy with some ladies. Mohana’s husband was busy at the bar.

A heavy mist had settled around the lake. The hill station was at the height of 4500 feet. It was chilly but deeply romantic. The sun had already set, giving us ample cover. Some other bachelor couples were scattered in the gardens, using the mist to make out without being noticed.

Mohana sat in my lap, running her fingernails in my hair. I had opened her blouse hooks and started fondling her boobs. Then I asked:

Ravi: Why didn’t you marry me?

Mohana: My parents didn’t agree, you’re 33, and I’m 25.

Ravi: I need you now. My heart is aching.

Mohana: I’ll give you head, then we can go back, ok sweetie?

So I opened my jeans and let her give me a wild blowjob experience on this office trip. She sucked and licked my shaved cock. It was a little short of 6 inches but quite thick. Mohana looked up at me, smiling and kissing my cock like a slut. She spat some saliva into the foreskin and started stroking my cock to excite me.

I realized that any moment my cum would shoot out and put an end to our romance. On impulse, I made her sit on the bench and lifted her saree to her waist. She looked at me with her big eyes, hoping for a fuck but not uttering a single word to stop me.

I pulled her lace panty down and raised her silky leg over my shoulder. She looked at her smooth hairless cunt as I rubbed my thick cock on her pussy lips. She pressed her clit with her fingers and watched the cock insertion with her mouth wide open. As my piece went into her hole, she gasped and moaned.

Mohana: Oh, baby fuck me. I want your cock. Aah!

Ravi: Hmmm, kiss me, baby.

We kissed while fucking. I gave her firm strokes for a long time until she started digging her nails in my arms. Grabbing me suddenly, with her mouth open and eyes closed, she got a beautiful orgasm. I climaxed as soon as she came to her senses.

Pulling out instantly, I shot copious amounts of seamen on her stomach and her slutty mouth. She licked most of the cum, cleaned the rest with her panties, then wore it and dropped her saree. I held my phone camera as a mirror while she brushed her messed up bob cut into its neat shape again.

After marriage, she had changed completely. It was like a caged bird was set free. We walked slowly towards the resort, planning in advance for an early morning fuck session. Then I spoke my heart out to her:

Ravi: I wish we could start over. I love you, baby.

Mohana: I love you, Ravi, now I’m free to love.