After three years I was in Gurgaon When you reach the topmost level of workaholism you don’t mind spending the weekend in different city slaughtering yourself in a hot environment in back to back client meetings.
Thank God, My hotel was attached to ‘Vapour Bar,’ Alcohol doesn’t solve the problem but it for sure is a solution, I went to bar in my office pants and shirt, only to add glamour factor I button down my shirt, added red lipstick and messed up my hair.
It was my ninth shot of vodka, and finally, stress was sinking in when I felt like someone is sitting next to me. I looked at him; He was this tall skinny guy with a little bit of beard, his clothes made me laugh a little, he was carrying a coat and was in a blue shirt and grey pants, I rolled my eyes and asked for another shot.
“Lonely women at bars have a story to tell.” He whispered in my ears. “Men who believe in Corporate Slavery over the weekend are my favorite” I replied. Multiple shots were fired between us, and it was settled with a laugh.
He was a Top College grad, Was a banker, looked super hot and was way out of my league, just the kind of men I like. I like men who can settle their taste for a couple of hours, next thing I know my tongue was in his mouth and we were in the elevator, he grabbed my breasts and squeezed them hard while biting my lips.
I realized I left my key at the bar, we both went down again, made out in the elevator, and we saw unisex washroom, I looked at him and asked, “Ever got a Blow Job in washroom stall?” and winked at him. Next thing we know, we spent 20 minutes making out in washroom.
“Can we go to your room so that I can do more things?” he said as I stopped licking his neck and adjusted my dress. “Okay..” I said as we rushed to my room.
He threw his coat on the couch and dimmed the lights, I was able to see him struggle with the shirt, I took off my top off, “Those are huge” the guy said. He dropped his pants, and I said, “THAT’S HUGE TOO” He paused and drifted entire topic to his penis.
“Dude concentrate,” I said as we rushed to bed. We went on the blanket and started kissing, he was not a gentle lover, five minutes into bed and I was able to see two hickeys on my neck already. There was too much sweat and kisses in the air that I had to play some song.
We started kissing again, and I was able to I was able to feel his hand go down inside my pants, “Already wet?” he said. I was too busy enjoying the moment I moaned and said, “Been a while now..”
Next 15 minutes were out of the world; I have no clue how many orgasms I hit, I sat on his face and started sucking him off. I was able to feel him go hard inside my mouth and it was hurting my jaw, he locked my head with his legs to make me go deeper until I choked.
Next thing I know, he got up for condom and whistle and nodded toward the desk, I looked at him. “Kinky,” I said as I wrapped my legs around him and he started humping me. I laughed, smiled and enjoyed the entire session; he was able to see that I’m too tired of more action.
I asked me to be on all fours on the bed and started doing me from back, and he pushed it inside as he was about to hit orgasm, we got up, got cleaned and he started dressing up. I rolled bedsheet to bid him off, He turned around and said, “See you tomorrow at 7:30 PM at Starbucks, we still have a meeting.”
Too embarrassed to realize he was the one I was supposed to meet in Gurgaon. Destiny works in its very own wicked way.