His hands cupped around, squeezing both chubby breasts as he stood behind her trying to caress her from the back. Her thoughts drifted away from the disgusting sensation to the ticking clock, wondering when her daughter would return from piano class, giving her the perfect excuse to bid good bye to this jackass.
Why had she allowed him to come over in the first place? More than anything else, it was an attempt to prove to herself that emotionless sex isn't her cup of tea. Rohit had been in an unfulfilling marriage and had been wooing Sara for over a year on the telephone, after she had settled down in a new place, months after her divorce. She had been having fun taking his calls at times when she had nothing better to do, but ignoring his calls and messages when she had more meaningful things to handle.
He began to talk sex when he became fascinated by the objective pointers she gave him about sorting his rocky marriage - the pros and cons of being in the turbulent ship, and the consequences of jumping ship. Rohit's relationship with his wife had been reduced to a low, lethargic and stressed marriage, which would drag on till the contract terminated with the demise of either of the spouses. His situation had turned him cold and lethargic wherein he no longer wanted to work through issues or meet with a counselor. He wanted to suit his convenience by continuing to benefit from staying in the comfort zone while still getting a piece of sex pie from here and there.
Sara had no feelings for him right from the start, and actually found his voice a turn-off when he called with the same non-provocative, "What did you eat for breakfast this morning?" She needed a man more challenging and intellectual who could at least be creative in asking the same question with a different choice of words or in a different tone of voice.
Still, just for the sake of fun, she kept leading Rohit on. She had been in a profoundly sexually satisfying and intellectually stimulating relationship with a dynamic versatile man before Rohit appeared on the scene. But she had ended up getting hurt when the man of class made a choice to withdraw coldly for reasons and issues in his personal life he couldn't sort. Sara had seen that coming and, although anticipating the pain the break up would bring, boldly disconnected herself from her lover. She realized the baggage of his unsorted personal past was taking away the charm and glamour of the beautiful and sensuously intimate times she had been enjoying with Girish.
After her break up with Glamorous Girish, Rohit would call every Friday and schedule a sex session the following Saturday afternoon, and Sara would reject his idea of coming over to her place. Then, every Monday, she would make it to the hills, with a sham remorse in her voice, making it sound like she wished he had come over the previous weekend. Analysing to herself why she was playing such a stupid game with the jerk, Sara concluded it was part of her way of getting back at Girish, whom she hadn't fought back, allowing feelings of pain and rejection to build within her.
Girish and she had years of secret sex, at her place, in the presence as well as the absence of her ex-husband with whom she had already decided to part ways. During trips to the mountains, they had sneaked into each other's rooms and relished foreplay even with people sleeping around in the same room, touching and caressing in moving train travel, thankful to railway authorities who provided curtains in sleeper coaches.
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On one trip they took together, Girish and Sara couldn't wait to keep their hands off each other. While most people were out filling their shopping carts, Sara only had to pick up the intercom in her seductive hotel room and, with her nervous but excited finger tips, dialed room 225 for her guy to receive the call and hear her mouth only the word, "Come". She had slipped into her silvery pink lingerie as soon as her husband had taken off. The smooth velvety touch of her laced bra and panties highlighted the seductive curves of her breasts and the hips that caught Girish's fancy the most.
"The next time we meet," he had yearned, whispering in her ear, "I wish to bite your smooth and OH so perfect hips." Then, as if to make sure his move would be welcomed, he inquired, "Would you like that, darling?" Sara, passionately involved in the act of love-making, had never been too startled by all the man's ideas, for they had always co-incidentally been what her hungry body had been pining for. With Girish, she was lucky to have all her heart's desires taken care of without having to ask for a thing, though she'd kept asking him if she was fulfilling him in a manner that he would want from a woman.
Now, dabbing her perspiring brow with a sanitizer, she quickly fastened the knot of her bathing gown as she unlatched the door to let Girish in. His big, protective arms instantly wrapped her in a clasp as her breasts pressed to his chest in desperation. His hot fingers traced the outline of her silky laced bra, tingling her as she let the grey bathing gown drop to the red carpet. Latching the door with his free hand, Girish teasingly stepped backward, taking each move slowly so as to maximize the time leading upto giving Sara a gradually escalating but profoundly sensuous orgasm.
