Everyone in the story is above 18 years.
For readers: The following story is purely a work of my imagination and has nothing to do with the celebrities referred herein. This never happened and never will.
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Benefits of working in Resorts-Alisha Chinai
Vicky remembered Alisha blushing last night. She looked more beautiful; much younger.
'Should I keep it to myself or tell somebody?'
Vicky kept asking himself, unable to contain the excitement of what he had done. It wasn't a dream for sure, as he still had the lacy bra stuffed inside his trouser pocket. It wasn't just a lingerie; a souvenir willingly given to him by one of the gorgeous guests at Bogmollo Beach Resort, Goa. The woman who gave him the bra wasn't any ordinary tourist but the singing sensation from the past; Alisha Chinai.
'Could this be the beginning of a huge collection in the days to come?' Vicky wondered. He could vividly recollect the events that had unfolded during the last 24 hours eventually concluding in Alisha Chinai's bed. 'Yes, I have fucked Alisha Chinai yesterday night. Who said I am an unlucky guy?'
Vicky was 19 years old; a fresher straight out of the college with a graduation in Catering Management landing up in Goa to work as an intern in Bogmollo Beach Resort. He did almost every job the management ordered, from that of a waiter to receptionist; floor supervisor to tour operator. It took him a while to realize that women couldn't take off their eyes from him. The elusive teenager hailing from a remote village took his own time to digest that his good looks were given more prominence than his qualification. Actually, it took six months to get used to shaking hands with women, talking to them without fear and understanding their sleazy overtures.
But what happened the previous night was unbelievable. He had spent almost a whole night with Alisha Chinai. He had got a couple of blowjobs from her; played with her tits; rammed his long dick deep inside her warm pussy and pumped at least three loads of his hot semen inside. He never imagined till then that sex with a woman into her fifties can be so exciting as it was. She had bounced like a ball on the bed, matching his youthful energy and insatiable lust.
"I will refer this resort to my friends," Alisha had whispered into his ears before she left. "Of course, I will tell them about your nine inch cock as well."
Vicky never wrote diaries. He began imagining what would he write if at all he decides to. He wondered from where he would start the story and how he would end it eventually. He began rewinding his mind and began recollecting the whole thing from where it started.
It started at the dining hall, the previous day.
Vicky had dutifully taken the orders from the beautiful woman, exercising utmost restraint not to show his excitement of standing at breathing distance from the erstwhile singing sensation. He watched Alisha's eyes widening the first time she saw him. 'Why do women look at me the way they do?' He wondered yet again.
Once Alisha was through with her light dinner, she probed through her wallet that had plenty of credit cards but eventually flipped off a few currencies to settle the bill.
"Keep the change!" She said with a smile.
As the singer was about to rise from her seat, Vicky gathered some courage and asked.
"Can I have your autograph Madam?"
Alisha's eyes sparkled in surprise.
"You know me?" She hushed. "I thought today's generation might not recognize me at all."
"No way! Your music is ageless," Vicky replied politely. "Just like you."
Vicky himself was surprised after he muttered the latter part of his admiration. 'Am I getting smarter by the day?'
Alisha's expression was one of utmost surprise and joy. 'When was the last time someone admired my music? When was the last time someone even asked for an autograph?'
She was 52, a good two and a half decades past her prime in the world of music when she used to release one album after another. The last time she recorded was for a bollywood move way back in 2005 for which she was paid peanuts. With a host of new generation singers springing up at the drop of a hat, she had almost concluded that her career as a singer for all good was over. But, whenever people occasionally recognize her and utter a few words of admiration, she felt like fresh blood pumping all over her body. More so, whenever young men had a few good words to say about her, she began feeling younger.
'This guy is not just young but very very handsome' She thought.
Vicky pulled out a paper and pen from his apron and stretched his hands towards the beautiful singer.
"What is your name?" Alisha asked, with her eyes looking straight into his eyes.
"Vikram Singh," He replied. "Friends call me Vickey!"
"I think Vickey is better," Alisha smiled as she deliberately touched his fingers while grabbing the paper and pen from him, sending a gentle tremor on the young man's body. As she bent forward to sign on the paper, Vickey got a glance of her deep cleavage making his heart stop for a second. Alisha quickly scribbled something on the paper with her signature and returned the pen and paper. This time around, it was Vickey who deliberately touched her fingers. Alisha smiled watching the excitement in the young man's eyes.
"Thanks Madam!"
"You are most welcome!"
Alisha turned back at least a couple of times before stepping out of the dining hall. Vickey sighed thinking that he might not get another chance to talk to the beauty. But, sometimes fortune favours the curious. Vickey was destined to see Alisha Chinai yet again and for what would turn out to be a memorable turning point in his days at Bogmollo Resort.
Vickey wasn't very keen to work in Goa, a small state in Western India with coastlines stretching along the Arabian Sea. Born and brought up at Uttar Pradesh, a Northern State brushing the Himalayas, he missed his home a lot. What he missed most was sex; something he had experienced with the wife of his landlord. The horny MILF had taken advantage of Vickey's innocence and taken his virginity immediately after he turned 18. Vickey's father smelt some rats and promptly requested one of his friends to look for a job far away from hometown. Vickey remained reclusive, but still curious about sex but was very hesitant to talking to women fearing his mind might stray.
But, things began changing for the better in the past few months. From being an introvert, Vickey slowly began mingling with people more freely. In the recent past, he found immense pleasure talking to the foreign female tourists and occasionally ogling at those sexy women who roamed around the restaurant in skimpy outfits. But he knew that the sex animal inside would roar anytime if opportunity was presented.
Talking to Alisha Chinai was as exciting as watching foreign female tourists taking sunbath in their bikinis. But, is that all? Apparently not. When Vickey reported to his duty manger before leaving, he had a message.
"We have a couple of staff sick," Duty Manager sounded miffed. "I think you must stay back to take care of room service and bar after the regular shift. We have a few VIP guests and I dont want complaints."
Normally, Vickey was keen to rush to his quarters after duty hours so that he gets some good sleep after a few glasses of feni. He was fond of movies and preferred not to work overtime so that he can watch his favorite hindi movies. But, this time around Vickey didn't bat an eyelid. He immediately accepted to stay back. 'I hope I get a call from Alisha's room tonight,' He thought wishfully.
Vickey kept taking out the autographed paper every now and then and smiled. 'Why am I getting so excited about a woman who is much older than me?'
The answer wasn't forthcoming for the next few hours. When it was well past midnight, he had a call and the moment he watched the room number in the display, he jumped. Alisha Chinai calling!
"Can I get a bottle of feni please?"
"Sure Madam!"
'Now, did Alisha recognize my voice?'
With heart pounding like never before, Vickey rushed to Alisha's room and knocked the door.
"Come in please!"
Vickey gently pushed the door and walked in. Alisha was apparently surprised to see Vickey as her eyes widened. Her smile was much broader and sexier.
"Vikram Singh?" Alisha hushed.
"No, Vickey!"
Both of them laughed.
Vickey kept the bottle of feni on the serving table, turned around and looked at Alisha.
"Do you need anything else Madam? Some hot stuff for your side dish?"
"You bet I do," Alisha winked at him. "But right now, sit down."
Vickey realized that Alisha was already tipsy. With such a thin white nightie on, she was exposing her lacy bra and cherry red panties. His cock jerked instantly and hardened.