You and Me – Part 5
Hi all, I am Rahul. This write-up is in continuity with my previous one. So I am moving ahead straight with it. For more about me, kindly refer to my earlier posts. For this episode’s continuity, I suggest going through the last one if you have not read it already! Here I move on: Sweetie, we were sleeping and now wake up. You pull the TV remote, your favourite sport. I shall say and move to the edge of the bed. You are sitting on the edge with your feet down on the floor. You have tuned in to a Hindi music channel. I move and come to you. Hug you from your back. I spread my legs and wrap them around your waist. I rub both my cheeks, one by one, on your shoulder. You wish to stand up, but I am not letting you leave my hug. You smile and stand, moving to the washroom with me on your back. This means you give me a piggyback ride. You lower me on the slab along the wash basin. I sit on it, and you pick up the Tooth Brush and Paste provided there. While you brush your teeth, I stretch my arm and pull your sleeping dick. Upon my touch, it instantly grows. I pull you close to the basin, open the tap and wet your dick. I rub soap on your dick and areas connected, testicles, crotch and abdomen. Wash it thoroughly and dry you with a face towel then. You are done brushing, and you ask me what I want, Coffee or Tea. Instead, I reply with a smile, none, and we shall have Soup (Knorr dry mix) and Chips. They are in my bag. I brought it with me since we do not call for room service or housekeeping. You wrap the bath towel around your waist and move out of the washroom. I go ahead with freshening up. I come out having had a quick shower and am amazed to see you have rearranged the room. You have straightened the bedsheet, well-stacked pillows and cushions, our clothes and shoes etc. Even my Bra Panty, you have folded and kept aside. You are at the coffee tray corner. Boiling water in the kettle provided by the Hotel for soup. I ask you to leave that, and I shall prepare the meal. You deny and ask me to sit and be the Queen now. I am also in a Bath towel. It is draped from my breast line to my upper thighs. I have tucked the end of the towel in my cleavage. You are almost done with the soup. Here are two low back single seat sofa chairs and a small table in between the chairs. I take a seat. You serve the soup and chips on the table and sit on the next chair. We start having it along with talking to each other. We talk of here and there, nothing specific. And I came up with something surprising for you. I ask you about your experiences with ISS. Who all you come in contact with? You are confused about my question. Why would I ask after our being together for so long? You ask m if I am okay and if anything is bothering me. Have you misbehaved, or do I have any doubts about you? Upon this, I get up and sit on your lap. Take your face in my palm, kiss you, pull your head. I rest it on my bosom and pamper you, saying there is nothing like that. I say, “Okay, I tell you my experience of ISS.” I get up from my lap and sit back in my chair. I tell you, I have a friend who is in the same situation as I was. She had told me of this site. This is how I visited ISS and contacted a few people, but all in vain. They all were vulgar and filthy. By luck, you came in contact, and I am so happy and feel blessed now. I ask you again to share all your experience. I insisted you started then. You: I got a few responses. Most were insane or cheap, and some professionals, except you. Though, there were some okay types. Out of those, I will tell about a few. Naina, she complimented me for my writing. I tried to have a dialogue further, but she didn’t respond. Urmika sounded decent and straightforward. She pinged me, and upon my response, she straight away introduced herself. She mentioned her age, city and profession. In reply, I told the same. She asked for my picture, and I showed it. Upon seeing me, she immediately bid goodbye. Don’t know what bothered her. If my age, then why she asked for my pic? So, it might be my face. Maybe she found me ugly! I didn’t understand why she had to be abrupt. She could have left amicably. Pari, I found her weird. She seems to be a writer herself. She sent a few lines saying a theme, asking me to write on that. Why should she ask me to write? She asks me to write a sexy story and not write about sex! She is here on this site, yet she says it is vulgar. Now, if she finds it vulgar, then why she’s here? Or does she find me vulgar? I don’t know. I have never used filth language, words, or feelings in my writing. She is confused, I guess. Anuja is kind of a kid, not of much age, unmarried. I mean, she is a kid, but she doesn’t. I wonder why of her age, a girl could be here. She is so young and has so much scope in the real world. Jane, she’s from overseas. She sent an appreciative response. We exchanged a few emails here and there. That’s it. These are few who I remembered.” I said, “Okay, so that was it. I am so happy we are here together,” I smiled. We were so engrossed in the conversation that we didn’t realise our soup had finished. While I continued talking, you got up and cleared the table. Threw the litter in the bin and soup cups back into their tray. You moved to the washroom to wash your hands, and I kept talking. Upon return, you come and stand behind me. And place your hand on my head. You move your fingers through my hair, giving a light massage. I go quiet and enjoy your touch. You bring your hand to the nape of my neck. Give pressure with your thumb and fingers, relaxing me. Move further down to my shoulders and down to the upper back. The pressure of your hand changed to a light and soft touch. You move from my upper back to my shoulders, to the nape of my neck and slide to my face, forehead, eyes, nose, lips, and chin. Your fingers are arousing me. Your touches are so seductive.