Mutual Masturbation
“Avi, it’s so good to step away from Gurgaon for the day. After we moved from Bangalore, it’s been really busy here!” you said. I’d picked you up from your place. We were on our way to Noida, where I’d put up at Lemon Tree Hotel for a few days, the one near Udyog Marg. “I agree, Neha,” I said. “Our day-to-day life can become too hectic. It’s good to take a break. Let’s grab lunch at the hotel. Afterwards, depending on how much time you have, we can make plans for the afternoon!” The traffic was quite heavy, and after an hour of driving, you turned to me and said, “My back and shoulders are quite sore already. I hate commuting in the NCR area!” I replied, “Totally. But don’t worry, we’ll do something about it.” About 20 minutes later, we pulled into my hotel complex. I parked the car. We walked over to the restaurant and ordered a snack and coffee. “Sir, Mam, abhi lunch karenge?” (Will you have lunch?) asked the waiter. No, we told him it was too early. “Neha,” I said, “remember how we could not meet in Bangalore in February last year? You had something going on at your daughter’s school and couldn’t make it. Well, I’m glad that finally we’re meeting in Delhi!” “Avi, I felt really bad that day and missed you a lot,” you said, extending your hand towards me. I gave it a little squeeze. “Me too,” I responded. “I really regretted that I couldn’t meet you. Anyway, here we are!” After a few minutes, after we had taken a bite of the sandwich and a sip of the coffee, we headed to my room. Room 417 was a little far from the elevator, a nice, comfortable room with two queen beds, a sofa and office desk and a view of the swimming pool. Although it was a weekday, there were still about five or six people in the pool. A family with two young kids and a couple of other men. “Avi, it’s too bright outside,” you said. “Would you mind drawing the curtains?” I pulled the curtains in, saying, “It’ll be a warm day.” You stood in the centre of the room for a second. “You’re looking beautiful,” I said. You were wearing a black Kurta with a flower pattern, a light green dupatta, and green palazzo pants. You walked over and gave me a light hug. We both lingered in the embrace for a few seconds. “Main kitni moti ho gayin hoon, na?” (I have become quite fat, na?) you said. “Neha,” I said, “you are special to me just the way you are!” You smiled. “Now, let’s take a look at your shoulder,” I said. “Where did you say the pain was?” “It’s at the back of my neck, in the upper portion of my back,” you said. You extended your hand and tried to show me, and said, “Oops — it hurts when I extend my hand.” I stopped you. ” Neha, don’t do it. You’ll hurt yourself even more. Let me take a look. Come sit here on this nice, comfortable chair.” There was a large, sofa-type chair with deep cushions and big armrests. A little worn but luxurious. You walked over and settled down in the chair. “Mmm… this feels too comfortable,” you said. “I can almost close my eyes and take a nap!” I started kneading your upper shoulder and neck area. I rubbed the back of your ears, and you moaned softly. Starting with your lower back, I moved my hands upward on both sides of the spine all the way to the shoulders. I made a circular motion as I moved my hands upward. I pressed a bit more firmly with my thumbs as I made the circles. I then moved across the shoulders and started moving down the upper arms, using less pressure as I moved downward. While continuing to stand behind your sofa seat, I moved my hands to the front of your body, under your face. A few seconds later, your dupatta fell off. “Would it help if I took the dupatta off?” you asked. “Well, to be honest, yes. In fact, it would be much better if you also took your Kurta off,” I said. “It would make the massage much more enjoyable.” You unbuttoned your Kurta and took it off. You wore nothing underneath, just a black bra with frills. You smelled nice. I continued the massage, going from your necklace down to your cleavage, inserting my hand into your bra. My fingers brushed against your nipples. Your nipples were semi-erect. “Aah,” you said. I continued. “Wait,” you said. “Let me take off my bra. It’s getting in the way.” I waited while you reached back and unzipped your bra. You threw the bra on the bed to your right, then sat back on the sofa and reclined a little more. I started rubbing around the nipples gently. Quite soon, the nipples became hard. It was difficult to reach your breasts from the back. So I walked over to the front of the sofa. I kneaded the breasts and encircled my fingers around your nipples for a few seconds. You were smiling peacefully, and your eyes were half closed. For the first time, I had a front view of your breasts. They were medium-large, full and firm. The nipples were large. The areolas were dark brown and extended uniformly around the nipples. I pinched your nipples lightly and rubbed them. My dick had become erect by now. You noticed it and smiled. “Avi, can you take off your trousers?” you asked. “Remember, I have taken off my Kurta!” “Sure, I have no problems with that,” I said. “We’re both married – there are no surprises for either of us, right?” You laughed. I took off my trousers. My dick, fully hardened, stood straight inside my underwear, pointing at your face. “Lovely,” you said, staring at my bulge. I encircled my fingers around your nipples and squeezed your breasts. You put your fingers on the head of my dick over the underwear and started rubbing. “Avi, thanks for the wonderful massage! Now, my back pain is gone. It feels good! But I have some soreness in my inner thighs. Will you take a look?” you said. “You want me to look there or just massage it without looking?” I asked.