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Hello dear readers. This is Siddhu again with the continuation of the story in the series. I hope you enjoyed the previous stories. I would love to narrate every scene with real emotions so that the readers can feel the spice and sensuality between me and Gayatri. Going into the story.
When the idea of going to Kolkata popped up, Gayatri was all beamy and could see the excitement in her eyes.
G: I have never been to Kolkata. Although I wanted to visit the place for quite some time, I never got the opportunity to go. I always wanted to shop in Kolkata, their native weaves and participate in the Durga Pooja events.
S: Kolkata has always been my solace city. Whenever I am happy or sad, I visit Kolkata. My grandparents still live there, and I am quite familiar with the city, where to go, what to eat and to party in the most exotic places.
G: Great, I don’t need to worry about anything in the new place. What if anyone catches you with me, will there be any problem?
S: Dear, Kolkata is a very chill and relaxed place, and no one bothers with other’s life. Moreover, people are non-judgmental and very liberal in their mindset. I don’t have many friends there. Most of them have moved overseas. So, relax and enjoy this joyous and adventurous trip with my love. Let’s make our first trip memorable and the first of many. Can we call this our honeymoon?
G: I love you, Siddhu. You are making me blush again. I feel like a new bride all over again. I can’t explain the mix of emotions that I am going through right now. It’s love, care, bliss, ecstasy, warmth, pleasure and many more, all at the same time.
S: Baby, you deserve everything in the world, and no one should stop you from getting it. I kissed her on the forehead and hugged her tightly. She embraced me with equal force and kissed me on the lips. We lip-locked for a good 5 minutes.
We were sitting in the car at the airport parking. We checked our surroundings to see if anyone had seen us kissing. Luckily, no one was around.
Gayatri got down from the car first and took our bags. We just packed clothes for the day. I told her not to worry about clothes. We can do plenty of shopping in Kolkata. I would want you to get a new wardrobe for all the new clothes we will buy for you.
S: I would want you to try all the Bengali clothes, they match you perfectly, both sarees and salwars. We can go to a nightclub tonight, go shopping in the morning, visit Kali temple in the afternoon, take the evening flight back to Hyderabad, and be home by night.
G: Sounds like a nice plan. By the way, we haven’t bought the tickets to Kolkata yet. What if the flight is completely booked?
S: Let’s be optimistic, love. How can the universe stop two lovers from their first honeymoon? I am certain that we will board the flight and want to give you the experience of a lifetime. Anything you want or desire is my command. Don’t hesitate to ask me for anything.
G: Anything?
S: Absolutely anything in my capacity.
G: I will tell you when we reach the nightclub on the dance floor, when your hands are on my waist, our eyes looking at each other, and my breasts on your chest.
S: You are making me hard again. Even after many sessions, I can’t believe my little dick is hard again. I can’t wait to get to the nightclub. I wish we could teleport there right now.
G: Be patient, Siddhu. I think you will enjoy this request.
S: Let’s go and get the tickets first. I took the bags from Gayatri, locked the car, and headed to the departure gates.
Gayatri was screening the area on the way to ensure no one saw her. I gave her my large sunglasses and asked her to put them on and cover her head with her dupatta. Gayatri smiled and acknowledged my intent with a blown kiss.
I reached the airline kiosk and asked for the next available flight to Kolkata. It was already 17.45, and hoping we could catch a flight between 19.30 and 20.30. I was enquiring and moving from one airline kiosk to the other. Third time lucky at the Indigo kiosk.
The executive suggested 2 tickets available for the next flight at 18.00, which was delayed by one hour and the new scheduled departure is at 19.00. We thanked our luck and bought the tickets. Unfortunately, or fortunately, our seats are not next to each other.
G: It’s fine baby, it’s only 90 minutes we will be apart and can be together afterwards. Don’t forget the surprise. Why don’t you think about my request? If you successfully guess it right in three chances, you can command me anything of your fantasy, and I shall not say NO to that, no matter what it is.
S: Oh my god, that is something. You, indeed, are mysterious. You are tempting me with many things. I should think hard about the surprise. Even if I don’t, you will love and pleasure me, so there is no stress. But I shall take it as a challenge to guess it right.
G: That’s my boy.
We completed the security check-in and waited at the gate. I was in deep thought and running through multiple scenarios about Gayatri’s surprise. Guessing a mystery from a mysterious woman is beyond a man’s cognition.
Never in my wildest dreams had I thought someone like Gayatri would seduce me, and we became lovers. Gayatri is a tigress in bed. From the wildest kiss to the sensual bath to the roughest anal sex, I have experienced all of them in the last few hours.
I was going through similar emotions as Gayatri. I never thought I would fall deeply in love with a MILF, someone who is 12 years older than me. I never even for a moment thought about the age difference. Gayatri never made me feel that in all this time.
All these emotions are overwhelming in many ways. A day before, I only considered seducing Gayatri and having a causal fling for a few days. But this new feeling made me fall in love with her. The thought of marrying her also crossed my mind. These emotions were racing in my mind.
I could not fathom how soon too many things manifested beyond my anticipations. But honestly, my feelings at that time were very pure towards Gayatri. Never imagined I would fall in love with an older lady. Is it love or temporary lust for a young man with high sexual desires?
Gayatri was sitting opposite me, still covering her head with a dupatta and my sunglasses. Some men in the waiting area were checking her out. She wore a tight green salwar. Her assets were visible despite wearing a dupatta. Her bosoms were a feast with a side view of her cups.
We both decided that we remain like strangers until we reached Kolkata. So we hardly maintained eye contact and were chatting on the phone. The rush of hormones and the multiple sexual encounters made me want to sit beside Gayatri and caress her.
I texted her the same thing, and she responded with a hug emoji. It is equally hard for her to sit away from my touch. We started sexting. In no time, I was hard again and could barely cover my erection. I had to place my backpack on my lap to avoid any embarrassment.
However, Gayatri challenged me not to cover my tent and wanted to see it. I accepted and removed my bag from my lap. I also challenged Gayatri to touch her pussy and her boobs seductively.
There are too many people around and, more importantly, many CCTV cameras. She said that she could send some nudes over from the washroom. I asked her to do a video chat from the washroom. I also went to the washroom, and we had a sexy video chat masturbating in the bathroom.
Gayatri was moaning in her low sexy husky voice. She said it was the first time she was doing something like this in a public place. I promised her that this was the first of many such experiences. I told her that it was the first time for me as well.
We could not continue the video chat longer as it was slightly uncomfortable for us in the washrooms to hold our phones and masturbate. We ended our cute little session and came back to the waiting area. I blew her a kiss which she acknowledged.
Gayatri’s face was glowing under the airport lights. Something different that I couldn’t understand about her demeanour perplexed me. Her skin was glowing better than before. I read somewhere that sexual pleasure sometimes brings up a facial glow in women. I thought it must be true, looking at her.
I told her about the same thing via text message. She blushed reading the message. I recorded our little video sex session. She looked like an angel in her clothes, revealing her assets. Her bosoms were trying to come out of her bra and tight salwar.
Her deep cleavage was to die for, and her lips were succulent to chew them and devour every inch of Gayatri’s body. Despite multiple sexual sessions that day, we felt there was a lot of energy left in us to devour each other. I thought in my mind about the request made by her a while ago.
I went into those thoughts to guess what it could have been, and the boarding call was made. Both of us got up at the same time. I followed behind her. I was very close to her back and, at every opportunity, touched her ass with my hands or my dick.
I always fantasised about drying hump someone in a public place but never dared to do so, fearing the consequences. But this time, I know I will have all the permissions to touch her anywhere. I wanted to touch her waist from behind and spank her ass. But that’s too risky.
Gayatri messaged me to be patient and not risk doing anything unnecessary here and create a scene. However, she also texted saying that she enjoys the public display of affection in a sensual way. We boarded the flights and took our respective seats.
Gayatri texted me saying she had booked a room at JW Marriott, and they would send a car to the airport. I completely forgot about booking a hotel as I always head to my grandparents’ house.
G: No worries, Siddhu, let your mama take care of these things. I have also made a reservation for two at the Phoenix Club for our night party.
S: That’s a wonderful choice. Phoenix Club is one of the happening places in Kolkata and is close to our hotel. I guess you have searched for the happening places.
G: I want this to be the most memorable trip and leave nothing behind. Although it’s a one-day trip, let’s make full use of it.
S: This will be the honeymoon you will never forget.
I sent a few kisses and hugs emojis.
The flight was almost full and noisy. Gayatri was sitting 10-12 rows in the front, and I couldn’t see her from my seat. I was thinking about the surprise that Gayatri had planned. Some ideas that popped into my mind were hot sensual dance in the nightclub, role-playing, and kissing in the club.
These were the obvious guesses. Since Gayatri gave me the mysterious cue, I wanted to think out of the box. Just then, I heard a passenger sitting behind me talking about how their colleagues had a threesome. Remembering Gayatri’s words about the surprise I would love, men enjoy a threesome with two women.
But why would Gayatri indulge in a threesome when we already have so much fun? And it’s our first day. Gayatri mentioned earlier that she had contemplated flings and affairs. But she couldn’t take it forward, fearing society and the consequences. She had to resort to self-pleasing through porn and sexual tools.
Could she have a woman lover? Or has she fantasised about a lesbian affair watching porn films? I went online to check some psychology blogs on women finding woman lovers after their husbands lose sexual interest.
I came across a blog that women enjoy women’s touch and find solace in another woman’s company. They will form a relationship if another man provides her with the same emotional support. Considering how Indian societies react, it’s safe to enjoy the company of another woman than a man for Gayatri.
Since I had three chances to guess the answer, I started considering other alternatives. I took the internet’s help again to understand a woman’s desires in her early 40s from a younger lover. The top 3 reasons are sexual intimacy, adventures/vacation/experiment and being pampered/or pampering the lover.
I then realised having a threesome would cover all the reasons mentioned above. But still, I wasn’t convinced enough and went to think through other possibilities.
Since its a night club I went through the possibilities of things that could be done there,
Getting super drunk and dancing like no one is seeing.
Get on to the DJ cabin and make some music.
Behave like a teenage girl.
I couldn’t think beyond these options and soon dozed off. I was woken up by my fellow passenger after we landed in Kolkata. I was almost trance-like, drank water, and wiped my face with wet tissues. I took my bag and got off the flight.
Gayatri was waiting near the bus to be boarded at the terminal. She gave me a hand signal and smiled at me. We reached the airport exit and looked for the car sent by the hotel. After a few minutes, we found the driver holding a placard with my name.
We got into the car and headed towards the hotel. It’s about 40 minutes drive. Gayatri held my arm and rested on my shoulder. The driver was looking at us in the mirror.
G: I think you slept way too well.
S: I dozed off immediately and was only woken up by my fellow passenger.
G: I saw you sleeping like a baby and took a pic of you drooling, LOL.
I kissed Gayatri’s forehead and lips, and embraced each other for the rest of the drive. We reached the hotel and quickly check-in. Gayatri booked a suite room. It was super spacious, almost as big as a single-bedroom apartment.
It had a large hall and an equally big bedroom with a balcony view towards the Howrah Bridge. The suite had a large bathtub. The bedroom was decorated with flowers and towels arranged like swans and a heart.
S: Did you ask for a honeymoon arrangement or what?
G: Isn’t this our honeymoon, darling? Let’s get quickly ready for the nightclub. I told the driver we would come downstairs in 10 minutes. Let’s take a quick shower and get ready.
We went into the bathroom, removed our clothes and threw them randomly on the floor, completely nude. Gayatri turned the shower, and lukewarm water embraced our bodies. We bathed each other, lathering everywhere and kissing now and then.
We didn’t want to waste time in the bathroom shenanigans, and finished our bath quickly and got ready.
G: Siddhu, change fast and wait for me in the outer room. I have a surprise for you.
I went to the outer room and lay on the couch watching TV. I could hear the perfume spray, and the fragrance was different from Gayatri’s usual. Wondered what the mystery lies inside the room. I wanted to peek in but resisted the temptation.
G: I am ready. Come inside, darling.
I went inside and was shocked to see Gayatri in a black dress with red flowers across the torso. A bit of cleavage visible, her hair let loose, the dress till her knees exposing her long legs. She looked much taller with a matching red stiletto heel. She was ravishing in her attire.
The dress was tight at the waist and hips, loose at the chest and pleated below the hips. Her ass was slightly protruding because of the heels. She looked not a year older than 30 in the dress and her make-up. Her make-up was minimal and looked like a natural beauty.
S: Did you pack this dress for our Srisailam trip?
G: I bought it at the airport, Siddhu, along with the shoes. I want to look my absolute best and have always wanted to wear such clothes. But I never got a chance to date.
S: I would have bought a tuxedo to match you, but now I feel underdressed next to you.
G: Oh, my baby, you always rock in any clothes. Look at you, sharp as ever.
She is anyways taller than me, and she looked almost 5-6 inches taller with the heels. She looked so stunning. She makes even women ogle at her, let alone men.
Gayatri asked for my phone, held my hand and took a selfie with the Howrah Bridge in the background. We took a few pics in various positions and pouts. If put on Instagram, those pics would have had at least 1k likes in no time.
We hugged, and I caressed her back and buttocks over the dress. Gayatri wasn’t wearing any panties. I raised her dress above her bums and kneaded them while hugging her tightly and kissing her neck.
S: You aren’t wearing any underwear.
G: I don’t need them today and want to tease you and make people jealous.
Gayatri was already wet and dripping. I fingered her pussy from the back while she stroked my cock from the top of my pants. We continued for a couple of minutes and decided to move out.
Gayatri adjusted her dress, held my hand, and left the room. We stayed on the fifth floor, walking towards the elevator and giggling about how we looked like honeymoon couples.
A couple of ladies that passed us were looking at us along the corridor of our floor, even through their peripheral vision. Another couple we passed said that we looked great together.
We took the elevator to the lobby. We stole a small French kiss by the time the elevator reached the lobby. We walked through the lobby and entered the waiting car to head to the Phoenix nightclub.
