Stranger at the Wedding Reception - Part 4
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I was nearly senseless with anxiety. My cheek widened to an awkward smile. He boldly leaves a comment, ignoring the presence of my husband, “You look very beautiful, madam.” He winks at me, a lightning-quick wink that neither my husband nor the broker caught. My heart stops for a moment as I detach my hand from the stranger’s clasp and quickly watch my husband. My expression was like a college girl, and my just shaved pussy was wet. Fuck! Rocky, What magic do you do? I was too focused on watching every word spoken by this stranger. My heart was begging for his lips to be all over my body. I was unable to read his intentions. I tried to hold a serious face, but I couldn’t. Every time I watch his lips, my lips tend to widen into a blush or smile. Even though the conversation was around 15 minutes, I felt it ended fast in a glimpse of an eye. “OK, there are some more properties we will intimate you,” was the last statement from Rocky. We bid bye. My eyes were locked infinitely with the stranger and my feet refused again to step away. Like a magnet, there was some force dragging me to him. I forcefully turned away and walked slowly all the way, controlling the urge to turn my gaze to watch him. My hunger awoken this morning reached its peak. My mind suddenly went into fantasy. The stranger’s lips and tongue are inside my mouth, kissing me wildly at a corner of one of the under-construction flats. Fuck I am going crazy for him. His strong arms are lifting me like a toy. His fit torso. My thoughts ran unguarded, thinking about the ways his thick cock would be piercing my pussy. His lips hungrily, savaging every inch of my body. I was leaking juices like never before, and my panty was drenched. Losing my self-control, I tilted my head to watch this hunter. Damn, his eyes were transfixed, and he caught my eyes. I felt delighted that he had not lost interest in me, and he, too, wanted me. I want him. I need him. I want him to bang me as his pet. I turn again, and watching his eyes, I tell myself, “This shaved pussy is yours, handsome Stranger.” I don’t know what to do. As we reach the car, I take my mobile and walk slightly away. Fuck! I am acting. What the hell am I doing? There was no call. I was acting as if talking to someone. I am doing all this like a keyed toy. I return to my husband and shamelessly lie on his face, “Hey Raki, You go home. I got a call from the office. I have to go to the office.” He says, “No problem. Thanks for coming, honey. It’s my mistake. I will drop you at the office.” Shit, Why the fuck he remains so loyal to me? I don’t feel a hint of guilt. I want the stranger’s lips all over my body. I convinced him, “His (the broker’s) vehicle is near our home, right? You carry on. I shared the location with the driver. He will pick me up.” Rakesh, “It’s OK. Once the car arrives, I will leave.” I did not expect that Rakesh would wait. I wanted him gone. I suddenly go harsh, speaking in a louder tone, “Hey Raki, Why do you want him to wait? Don’t act. Please go. I am perfectly OK.” Raki says OK and leaves. Once the car was out of my sight, I turned my gaze around to watch the stranger. He was standing with his eyes continuing to stay on me. I don’t want to watch his magnetically seductive eyes. I lower my head, watching the floor and walk to the base of the stairs. At the base, I tremble when I lift my head to watch him. A momentary gaze exchanges lots of unspoken messages between us. I start climbing the concrete stairs. I have no idea, What the hell I was doing. After climbing one floor, I peep between the rails confirming that the stranger is indeed following me. I was so desperate that if he hadn’t followed, I would have shamelessly asked him to follow. With each click of my heels, my mind chanted mistake, mistake mistake. But my heart, for once, wouldn’t listen. I entered the flat that the broker had shown earlier on the fourth floor. I stood facing the empty void with my back to the main door. “Hey, beautiful” damn the same word. The same manly tone which he had in the function hall on our first meet. I need this. I turn to face him. I lose my composure seeing him and mumble, “I am waiting for a car from my office. I thought to check out the flat until the car arrived.” He grinned, and I could make out that he knew very well that I was lying. We both knew why we were there, and we both needed each other. “Come, follow me,” saying this, he walks. I follow him without asking any questions. I climbed the stairs, watching his nervy thigh and stiff back. We climbed to the seventh floor, which had two massive-sized flats. He stood near the door of one flat and showed his hand, ordering me to enter. I stepped into the villa-styled flat with the stranger so close. My nipples were so hard that they poked out of my dress, craving for the stranger’s lips and tongue. He showed me around the flat.