The Journey Which Ends At Bed
I’m Rohit (name changed). For the first time I’m writing a story. Please feel free to post suggestions, positive criticism and comments. Email me @ [email protected] Years back, I traveled to a metro city for official work. I always dream of having sex with mature women but it was all in vain until 2009. It was a rainy gloomy evening as our plane landed in an airport with a great deal of difficulty. Then I took a taxi to reach a star rated hotel. It is still raining heavily… so I rushed inside the hotel main doorway and got myself seated near the reception counter. From that point of time, I’m beginning to see pretty women nicely dressed in sexy outfits at the hotel reception like I’d never ever seen such women before. I watch their sexy backs dancing as they walked passed me in seductive body armor (A perfume that can seduce any man). Wow! At that moment I closed my eyes and took a mouthful of fragrant air and walked to the counter to inquire my hotel room… I got my room on the 6th floor where one can see a nice view of the city from the window. As I reached my room floor, I overheard a sexy matured woman talking, in split seconds I turned around to see who is talking. To my blow, there was a sexy feminine woman talking on phone. Her name is Ankita (name changed). I can’t resist her beauty, so I gave Ankita a quick naughty look while I entrusted a hotel staff to unlock the door and put my baggage inside. I got terrified and nervous seeing her staring back at me. I quickly forced myself inside the room and shut the door. I quickly sent the boy out of the room and peeped through a peep hole(spy hole)… Yes! She was a dark haired good looking woman probably in her 30s or 40s. She was on heels wearing a black lacy saree (kind of transparent) and the luxury jewels are sparkling on her neck and ears. In no time my hand reached down my pant, unzipped it and begins to massage my stiff cock. Surprisingly Mrs. Ankita moved closer to my door and the conversation became even louder. Omg, I’m in close proximity with a sexy queen, I screamed to myself as I continue to pleasure myself. At that point, I made out Mrs. Ankita is talking to her husband on phone regarding unexpected cancellation of her flight, so she has to stay in star hotel arranged by flight authority as usual. Things I could hear is like “Honey, I wish you’re here” “I’m feeling lonely and bored” so & so on… This conversation continues for about 15 mins and finally hanged up. Out of control seeing her beauty, I unloaded my juice and went for a shower. I’d enjoyed every bit of it. Hours had passed and the night has fallen so fast. I took a light wash up, fixed my hairs, got dressed up and headed to a bar. The lust for Mrs. Ankita runs all over my nerves. I was wishing to see her again and talk but I suppose this thing will never happen. Sigh! I ordered a peg of whisky at the bar to relief myself. I took another peg of whisky to erase such thoughts; nevertheless the lust for Ankita begins to grow stronger & stronger. I envied seeing many hot couples turning up for drinks in the same bar that night. I pulled out a cigarette to calm myself and finally left the bar. As I pressed the elevator button, I got a busy signal at the first place. Suddenly the door opens in seconds. To my luck, Mrs. Ankita was inside. With my heart pounding heavily, I took the lift with her. She is wearing the same sexy outfits but her makeup changed a bit as I inspect her closely. Without even saying words, the machine cabin unloaded us on the same floor. Being drunk, I took the courage to speak to her. I said “Hi didi” She turned back and smile cheerfully. Then she said “Hi” that was the turning point of our passionate love-making story. We chatted for about 20 mins outside our rooms and from the time when our legs start hurting because standing; I finally invited her in my room. Initially she refused but that was not for real. We are both inside my room later… the queen is now within my territory, I whispered to myself. We then continue to talk about our personal lives… I intentionally inquired Mrs. Ankita about her marital status. She said, she is married to a wealthy businessman with 3 kids. The same question was put on me, so I said I’m a relationship with a girl studying abroad. I gave Mrs. Ankita my good wishes and compliments. She felt pleased and comfortable after hearing this. I offered her some drinks however she refused to take it saying she is nomore into it. Myself being a master of inducing people to do something, in no time she agrees to drink. I served her more wine like a servant serving the queen. She is more pleased seeing me appreciating and respecting a woman. We grabbed our glasses, collect ourselves and parked ourselves near the glass window. At that time I offered her more wine as we enjoyed the night view of the city. Finally we positioned ourselves closer. We’re both now under the influence of alcohol so I finally threw one of my hand on her waist with fear but she felt comfortable with it. Mrs. Ankita as well intentionally positioned herself so that our lips can melt together. Her boobs (very suckable & lickable size) begin to swell as I feed my eyes closer. Omg! She pulled me forcibly and we begin to passionately kiss each other like a husband kissing his wife after returning from a long war. We continue the kiss and cuddle near the large window. At this instant I felt I was on cloud 9. I dropped my glass and fervently placed my hands on her boobs and kissed them without her removing clothes. We thought someone must be watching us, so we undo the open curtains and progress our walking by hugging and kissing till we reached the bed. Our hot breathings and moaning begin to fill the room. Then I lowered her saree, unhooked her lacy bra and begin to licked them the intensely.