Barkha Aunty Springs Another Surprise
Hello everyone. Ronak here, and I’m back to continue the story of my visit to Mumbai with Barkha aunty. For those who have not read the first four parts , I recommend that they read them before proceeding with this one. It will help them to put the goings on in the right perspective. So after savouring the “Lolipop” in the morning, Barkha aunty left my room saying, “Sleep tight. Rest well. You need it.” I dozed off to sleep. I skipped lunch and slept until 4 pm. As usual, I was woken by the ringing of the doorbell. It was Barkha aunty, of course. “Tea time,” She said. “Coming,” I replied. I freshened up. We went to the restaurant, where tea and snacks were arranged. The main function of the day was “Sangeet.” The event was scheduled to begin at 7.30 and run till late. After having afternoon snacks, we went back to our respective rooms. I watched TV for some time before getting ready for the evening. I shaved and then had a bath. I got dressed in a manner suitable to the occasion. Then put on my favourite perfume. It had a unique fragrance, and most importantly, it appealed greatly to women. (I can say that from my past experiences). The function was a sight to behold. Everyone was so well dressed, and ladies, in particular, dressed to kill. So many backless blouses and ample cleavages were on display. From teenagers to old ones, everyone was having a blast. There were karaoke performances to start with. Then it became an open-for-all-event. All the guests were dragged onto the dance floor. The DJ was playing great dance hits one after the other. Barkha aunty was sitting among the ladies and enjoying the dancing of youngsters. I gestured to her to join us on the floor, but she stayed put. Then the DJ started playing slow romantic tracks for couples dancing. Lights were dimmed, and those with partners moved onto the dance floor with them. Those who didn’t have, formed temporary couples with cousins or friends. This time I didn’t let Barkha aunty sit any more. I pulled her out of her seat and dragged her onto the dance floor. She was giggling as we started moving along with the music. She looked gorgeous in a maroon-coloured gown – off-shoulder on one side and having a slit up to her knee on the other side. She had used light makeup. Her lipstick shade matched perfectly with the colour of her gown. I took her left hand in my right hand and put my left hand on her waist. She held my left shoulder with her right hand, and we danced slowly to the music. Lights were dimmed further. It became more difficult to see what was happening between the partners. Initially, we kept some distance between us, but as time passed, we came closer. I slid my left hand lower from her waist and rested on her butt. I gave a light squeeze to her butt. She pressed the nail of her thumb on my hand in her hand. I winked at her, to which she pressed herself more on me. Her full breasts were touching my chest, and her smell was intoxicating. I told her so in as many words as possible and pressed her even closer to me. The music had gone even slower in tempo, and the lights were dimmed further. We were engrossed in each other as if the world did not exist. My cock raged inside. I made her feel it by pushing my crotch into her. A slight moan escaped her mouth. Then I changed position by turning her around. Now I held her by her waist from behind and grooved along to the soft rhythm of the music. I shifted both my hands to her stomach. She put her hands on my hands and pushed her ass back, rubbing my cock. I planted a light kiss on her shoulder and whispered in her ears, “You are awesome, Barkha.” “I know, you are not too bad yourself, btw,” she replied smilingly. She rubbed her butt a little more on my cock. Before we could get further, the music stopped, and the lights returned to full illumination. It was 2.00 am, and finally, the culmination of the function was announced. The crowd dispersed reluctantly, and people moved to their respective accommodations. I was quite tired. But also aroused due to the proximity of Barkha aunty during the dancing session. I got inside my room and undressed. I was pondering about showering before going to bed. Just then, the beep sound of a text notification came from my phone. “I have switched on the geyser. Going for a shower in 5 minutes,” read the text, followed by a winking smiley. My cock sprang upright, reading the message. I put on my night dress and moved out into the lobby. I looked across the lobby to ensure I was not being observed. I turned the knob off the door of Barkha aunty’s room. It gave in, and I sneaked inside the room. She hadn’t changed yet. She was standing in front of the dressing mirror, removing her makeup. “That was too fast,” she said without looking at me. “Only a fool would waste time accepting such an invitation,” I replied. I went behind her and held her by her shoulders. I whispered to her, “You are simply irresistible,” I said. “And you are a damn good fucker,” she said while turning as she had finished removing her makeup. Without wasting any more time, she pulled me by holding my neck and pressed her lips on mine. I kissed her back, pulling her closer. In no time, we explored each other’s mouths with our tongues. Our breathing became heavier as we both went at it more and more aggressively. I pulled down the zip of her gown at the back. She removed my tee and caressed my chest. I lowered her gown. She helped me by pulling one hand from the sleeve side. She had put on a black strapless bra inside. I mauled her breasts over the bra. It aroused her further, leading to her lowering my track and getting hold of my rock-hard cock over my underwear. “I have fallen in love with your cock, Ronak,” she broke the kiss and said. “It’s all yours,” I replied. I opened the hooks of her bra and released her balloons from the confinement.