Previous Part: Rendezvous with Desire: Arabian Night – Part 1
After a couple of minutes of frustrated prancing around the room, I realized that if I moved around the furniture in the sitting area, I could create some space to dance.
I spent the next 10 minutes pushing aside the furniture to make some room. I pushed the two sofas towards the back of the wall. I then moved the table to one of the corners. I then pushed the study table towards the far corner as well.
Having put so much effort into rearranging the furniture, I was sweating profusely. I sat down to catch my breath and drink some water. I texted Rohit asking him where he was and how much longer he would take. He texted back he would take another 45 minutes to reach.
Seeing how I had more than enough time, I relaxed and then began to unpack my luggage. I placed my clothes and accessories on the bed. I then placed the clothes I had got for Rohit on the bed. I removed the other things I had gotten to set the mood and ambiance all around the room.
Once done, I put away my luggage. I went into the bathroom to take a quick shower. After the travel and rearranging the furniture, that bath was exactly what I needed to calm myself and feel rejuvenated. I got out of the shower and dried myself. I used a hair dryer to blow dry my hair.
My makeup kit was on the bed. So, after finishing with my hair, I walked out of the bathroom to get it. I applied a burgundy matte lipstick over my lips. I added kajal to my eyes. I used eyeliner to get the cat-eye finish.
I applied lilac eyeshadow and gave it a smokey finish with a slight dab of silver glitter. Next, I applied nail polish to my nails. It was peach colored with golden glitter. The doorbell rang as I was blowing on the nails for the nail polish to dry.
Rohit had come. But I wasn’t ready yet. I still needed another 20 minutes to get ready at the very minimum. I was flustered and wondering what to do. Just then, an idea clicked.
I shouted out, saying, “Just a minute.” I quickly wore the bathrobe and walked out into the bedroom. I saw a sleeping mask next to the bed and decided to use it. I checked who it was at the door using the peephole. It was Rohit. I called out, saying, “Close your eyes.” He said, “What. No. I want to see you.”
I said, “Arre. Close your eyes till you enter.” I checked to see if he had closed his eyes. He had. I opened the door. He held his office bag in one hand and a bouquet in the other. I said, “Come in. Don’t open your eyes.” He said, “Okay. But what have you got going here? Can I please look at my wife?”
He walked a few steps and stopped. I closed the door behind him and latched it. I turned him around. He could see me and the door and nothing of what I had arranged inside the room behind him. I said, “Okay. Open your eyes.”
He opened his eyes. He dropped his office bag and gave me the bouquet. I said, “Thank you. They are lovely.” I bent my head to smell the flowers. Suddenly, Rohit’s arms were around me, and he lifted me by holding my waist. He said, “I missed you so much as he hugged me tightly.”
The flowers were getting squished between our bodies. I said, “the flowers are getting spoiled.” He let go of me, took the bouquet and dropped it behind him. He said, “who cares?” He then pushed me back towards the door and started to kiss me. He kissed my neck and started to untie the bathrobe.
I was completely naked underneath. I said, “Rohit, stop.” He said, “Honey, you’ve come from Delhi. You teased me so much last night. Don’t ask me to stop now. Let me feel you. I want to show how much I missed you.”
I thought to go with the flow for a fleeting moment and join him. But suddenly, the thought of the failed surprise crossed my mind, and I got back to my senses. I said, “I missed you too, baby. But I have something special planned for tonight. Have a little patience.”
He moved back and looked at me. In an annoying tone, he said, “What surprise? Let me see.” He was about to turn back, but I held his face and said, “Trust me.” He groaned and said, “Okay. But I don’t like waiting one bit. It’s my birthday. Let me have my present.”
I said, “You will have to wait just a little longer for your present.” I continued, “Now wear this and do as I say.” I handed him the sleep mask, taking it out of the bathrobe’s pocket. He said, “Oooh, Kinky. What are you going to do to me?” I said, “Nothing. Now shut up and wear it. Stop wasting time.”
He wore the mask. I held his hand and walked him to the bathroom door. I said, “We are at the bathroom entrance. Watch your step.” He carefully entered. I said, “Now stand here for a few minutes.” I packed my makeup kit on the counter and put it aside.
I took Rohit’s clothes that I had planned for him tonight and placed them in the bathroom. I went up to Rohit and said, “I need another 20 minutes to get ready. Meanwhile, you take a bath and freshen up. I have kept your clothes on the counter. Wear them. And whatever you do, do not come out until I call you.”
He said, “Okay. Fine!” I got out of the bathroom and closed the door behind me. Feeling happy that Rohit’s early arrival did not spoil the surprise, I got everything ready. I switched off the lights and turned on the night lights and the bedside lamps. I was happy with the intensity of the lights in the room.
I brought a plate from the pantry, placed black grapes on it, and kept it on the bed. I had already cleaned and washed the grapes back home. I took out the bottle of red wine and placed it on the bedside table along with two glasses. I placed electric candles in the form of a semicircle.
The ambiance was set for my performance. I moved on to wearing my attire. Thankfully there was a mirror in the bedroom as well. I had purchased a plum color (deep purple) ‘bedlah’ (the Arabic name for belly dance attire).
I wore the bra and panties, which were made of lycra. They fit perfectly over my features. The panty was plain and covered most of my groin area and buttocks. The bra had a deep cleavage, two thin straps to tie around the neck, and a clasp behind the back.
The bra had a mesh with silver glitter motifs studded with beads and small metal coins. It also had some beads and coins hanging at the bottom.
Next, I wore the harem pants, which were made of chiffon. It was very thin and almost see-through. On both sides of the legs, there were long slits exposing my bare skin. I tied the hip scarf and belt around my waist. The belt and the scarf were decorated with beads, coins and tassels.
Next, I wore the two chiffon bracelets with metal coins. I wore one bracelet on my right wrist and the other over my left upper arm. The metal coin headband with metal tassels went on next. I added matching long-dropping metal earrings to my ears.
Lastly, I put on a small matching see-through veil of chiffon over my face. It hung from my ears and covered my nose, mouth and jaws. I looked at myself in the mirror, and I looked ravishing. I glanced at the room once more. It looked perfect.
I switched on the electric candles that I had placed in a semicircle. As I was switching on the last few candles, Rohit shouted from the bathroom.
He said, “Since I’m going to remove my clothes as soon as I come out, can’t I just walk out naked?” I said, “ROHIT. Please just wear what I have kept.” He said, “Fine,” in a glum tone. I said, “Trust me. You will enjoy it.” I finished turning on the candles.
I walked towards the windows and pulled apart the curtains. The night sky, the Arabian sea and the moonlight engulfed the room. The silvery moonlight added to the ambiance I had created. Rohit once again said, “You want me to wear this? Are you serious?” I said, “Yes. And I’m all set. Wear it and come out fast.”
I took out my phone and connected it to the Bluetooth speaker that I had placed near the TV. I heard the bathroom door unlock and turned towards it. Rohit walked out wearing a black Pathani suit and white pajama. He was folding his sleeves as he walked out and didn’t look at me.
I said, “As-salam Alaikum. masa’ alkhayr jalalat almalik. aitamanaa lak eid milad saeid. wifq allah kula amniaatik.” (Peace be upon you. Good evening, your highness. Wish you a happy birthday. May God fulfill all your wishes). I used Google translate to translate these lines and practiced them.
Rohit looked up as soon as he heard the first few words. His jaw dropped, and his eyes widened. I walked up towards him. The beads and the metal coins were jiggling as I took my steps. He was still in awe of what was happening. I held his hand and ushered him to follow me.
I shook my hips deliberately with every step to mimic the walk of a belly dancer. I asked him to sit down on the edge of the bed facing the window. I poured a glass of red wine and handed Rohit the glass. I plucked a single grape and placed it on Rohit’s lips.
He bit into it and ate it. “Sit back and enjoy the show, birthday boy.” He was still speechless. I wore a pair of finger cymbals on either hand. I then walked over to the cleared area and took my position.
I played the song ‘Habibi ya Eini’ by Nourhanne. The song begins with an instrumental section before the vocals start.
I was facing away from Rohit. I sensually moved my body, highlighting my hips and arms. I then bent backward giving a view of my cleavage to Rohit. I shook my chest and flayed my arms. I then turned to face Rohit as the vocals began.
For the next 5 odd minutes, I performed the belly dance I had prepared. The song was perfect for the romantic and sensual setup. I even sang along when the catchphrases or the lines I knew of the song came up. The jangling beads and coins highlighted my movements.
I moved my hips, shook my chest and waved my arms. I had added every sensual step I could think of. In the middle of the dance, I even walked up to Rohit and ran my hands over him before getting back to the dance.
I felt like I was performing a mujra for my master in a dance hall. But it was ever so sexy. I was turned on, and so was Rohit by his expressions and constant tugging of his pajamas.
He was also playing along. He sat on the bed sprawled and drank his wine and ate grapes. He even threw a couple of grapes at me during my dance.
I don’t know whether it was the occasion or the hours of practice, but I put on my best performance that night. It is a shame there is no recording of it from that night. By the time I finished the dance, Rohit had gulped down the entire glass of wine and emptied half of the grapes I had put on the plate.
The song ended, and with it, my performance. I was catching my breath. Rohit got up, poured wine into another glass, and gave it to me. I happily took the glass and drank the wine by lifting the veil with my free hand.
After catching my breath, I looked at Rohit and said, “Did your patience pay off? How did you like the surprise?”
He came close to me, held me by my waist, and whispered. He said, “You are the best wife ever.” He then spoke normally and said, “But how did you do all this? When did you plan this? I didn’t know you knew belly dancing. What other talents have you been hiding from me?”
I said, “Calm yourself, Mr. Hot Shot lawyer. This isn’t your courtroom, nor am I your client.” I then explained to him how I got the idea, planned the surprise, and practiced under the garb of pilates for the past month. He said, “Impressive. This good a performance with just one month of practice?”
I then shot back at him and said, “Yeah. And you had to go ahead and come to Mumbai to spoil my surprise.” He then said, “Sorry. What did I know you had planned this elaborate surprise?”
He then added, “I’m so glad you came, though. Hands down, best birthday. Best surprise ever. I’m the luckiest husband in the world.”
I giggled and said, “That you are, without a doubt.” He then pulled the veil down from my face and kissed me on my lips. I put my glass of wine on the bedside table and kissed him back. We were now embracing each other and smooching. I removed the finger cymbals and threw them away.
I had my right hand wrapped around his neck. I slowly ran my left down all along his body and started to rub his dick over his clothes. My dance had already turned Rohit horny, as evident from the excited dick in his pants. His dick had grown in his pants and begged to be let out.
I felt the shape of his dick all along his crotch and till his left thigh. Rohit let go of me. I quickly pulled down his pajamas and boxers. I went down on my knees and snuck under his long Pathani kurta.
I started to lick and stroke his cock. Rohit couldn’t see me as I was under his kurta. So, he pulled up his kurta and held the end with his teeth. He closed his eyes, bit his kurta and started to enjoy the attention his dick was getting.
I stroked his dick which was slathered with my saliva, till it became completely hard and erect. Once it stood perpendicular to the ground, I got up. Rohit opened his eyes to see why I had stopped. I stood in front of Rohit, facing the other way.
I then bent back to face him and started to shake my chest and wave my arms. The same move I had done at the beginning of my belly dance. Rohit removed his kurta and threw it away. I started walking backward while continuing to shake my chest and bending backward.
I had bent back enough to bring my mouth level with his dick. I started to blow him in this position while shaking my chest and waving my arms. The beads and metal coins in my attire were making jangling sounds. But about 30 seconds later, my neck and back started to hurt, and I got back to blowing him normally.
His dick then started to ooze pre cum. I took a deep breath of its intoxicating aroma, swirled the pre cum all over my tongue, and spread it on top of his dick. I looked up to him and said, “Habibi, fuck me.” He said, “Habibi, I’m dying to do just that.”
He then tried to remove my pants. But with the belt, hip scarf and harem pants, he couldn’t figure out how to. He said, “Do I have to solve a puzzle to get into your pussy?” I laughed loudly. I said, “hang on. I’ll remove them.”
I then unwrapped the hip scarf after undoing the knot on my left hip. I removed the belt and the harem pants as well. Only my panty remained. In an amused tone, Rohit said, “This I can navigate.” I giggled and let him remove it.
My pussy had already started to get wet. Rohit lifted me and swung me onto the bed. He took a few grapes and squeezed the juices over my crotch. It started to flow down to my pussy. He put his tongue and lapped up the grape juice and the juices from my pussy. He then licked and rubbed my clit with his tongue.
I started to moan. I undid the bra strings around my neck and pulled down the bra to expose my breasts. I squeezed my boobs as Rohit continued to lick my pussy and clit. He then started to finger my pussy. One finger became two, and then two became three. I said, “Rohit, I want your cock in me.”
He stood up and placed his dick at the entrance of my vagina. He started to slowly push it into my pussy. 3-4 thrusts later, his entire dick was in my pussy. He lifted my left leg, placed it on his right shoulder, and started to fuck me. I had closed my eyes and was enjoying the fuck.
Suddenly, I was startled by something getting stuck in my throat. I opened my eyes to see Rohit throwing grapes into my open mouth while fucking me. He had an amused look on his face. I started moving my head, trying to avoid the grapes and swatting them with my hands.
I chewed on the one in my mouth. Grapes were now scattered all over the bed. He stopped throwing grapes and continued to fuck me. Sensing my chance, I picked up a few grapes lying next to me and started throwing them at Rohit’s mouth.
One of the grapes hit his forehead and burst open. A few drops of grape juice got into his eye. He stopped fucking me and said, “Oh, you want to play, is it?” He then jumped on me and started kissing and biting me. We both started to roll on the bed, trying to kiss each other.
Our bodies squished the grapes that were scattered on the bed. After about 2 minutes of this playful tease, I got on top of Rohit. I kissed him and motioned him to be still. I then sat on his thighs and started to blow his dick.
A minute later, I sat over his dick in a reverse cowgirl position and started bouncing up and down. We continued in that position for another 2 minutes. Rohit then sat up and held me from behind. He started to kiss the back of my neck and nibble at my ears. He was holding me by my waist. I continued to move up and down on his dick.
His dick slipped out a couple of times. So I got up and walked up to the study table. I placed my hands on the edge of the table and jutted out my ass. Rohit followed me and started to fuck me from behind. We continued for another couple of minutes.
I was about to have an orgasm. I said, “Faster, faster, yes, baby. Faster. Fuck me hard.” Rohit picked up his pace and started to get a little rough with his thrusts. He held on to my waist and continued to fuck me. I continued to moan and make sensuous noises. I said, “I’m going to cum.”
And a few more thrusts later, I climaxed. I shrieked as my body was filled with the sweet release of an orgasm. My tense muscles started to relax. I collapsed onto the study table. Rohit pulled out and started to stroke his dick.
I quickly gathered my senses and turned toward Rohit. I swatted his hands away from his dick, stroking it. I kissed him on his lips and said, “Release your load all over me, Habibi.” I then went down on my knees again and increased the pace of my strokes.
About a minute later, Rohit said, “Baby. I’m about to cum.” I moved back and stroked the dick aiming the tip towards my boobs. Another 10-12 fast strokes later, Rohit climaxed with a loud moan.
Streaks of warm semen shot out of his dick and landed all over my chest and face. I continued to stroke and squeezed his dick till all of his cum drizzled out of his dick.
I pulled out a few tissues from the bedside table and gave a couple to Rohit. We both used the tissues to clean ourselves and wipe away the sweat from our faces. We both then collapsed on the bed.
After catching our breaths and cooling down our bodies, I turned to Rohit and said, “Happy birthday, love. Hope you liked your present.” Rohit held my face and pulled it closer to his. He gave me a long kiss on my lips and said, “I loved it, Honey. Thank you so much.”
We then went to the bathroom to clean up and wash our intimate areas. We dressed up and went to the in-hotel restaurant Masala Bay for dinner.
After dinner, as we walked past the lobby to get back to our room, the manager came to see us. He handed us a goodie basket and apologized for the confusion earlier in the evening.
We then got back to our room. The room was messy with all the rearranged furniture and squashed grapes all over the bed. We were glad it was a hotel and didn’t have to clean up.
We decided to call it a night as Rohit had to go to work the next morning. We got into bed. Rohit crawled next to me and started spooning me. We cuddled and spoke till we fell asleep.
The next morning, I was woken up by some noise in the room. It was Rohit. He had woken up and rearranged the furniture back to its original places. After finishing up that, he got ready and left for work. I packed the luggage and spent the day exploring the Bandra area.
Rohit finished his work and got back late afternoon. We checked out of the hotel and caught our flight back to Delhi that night.
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