A Night's Delight!

Mriga’s  first date was full of nerves. For she wanted to test the water first. He seemed like the rest, was he any different? His words were magic that she couldn't deny. But would it be wise? A fear had set inside her mind. He was turning out to be intriguing, his mysterious ways, his aura had some magnetic pull it seemed. Mriga had always thought that love could not be found online. And here she was in another city, only to see if the whole thing was worth it or no. They had met the previous day as decided and things were a bit awkward at first. But then again the first meeting’s usually are..no? As the date had progressed they became comfortable and somewhat like a part of each other. She was leaving today but somehow she did not want to without meeting him again. To kiss him and see if the sparks she felt last night still existed.

She gathered all courage and walked up to his door,her heart beating rapidly and yet her breath was slow. Should she go ahead with it, will it be worthwhile, what will happen...the many voices inside her mind screamed. A little voice then urged...told her to live a little. She wanted him. She was hot for him. She was already wet for him.

 She had carefully chosen what to wear,  undecided between a dress or a saree. She knew he liked the Indian attire. Carefully, she wrapped the saree, giving just a slight view of what's inside. The blouse just skimmed the swell of her full breasts, hinting barely the start of her ample cleavage. Anxiously she waited outside his door, a good five minutes or so. Rehearsed and replay the words she would speak, practising different versions of it each time.  Finally she thought she should just go back, what if he was not alone. But something inside her stopped her and she decided otherwise. She opened her lush black hair from the bun she had on and tossed her hair around for that sexy out of the bed look. Quickly reapplied her mac lipshade – Lady Danger as she loved how the matte made her lips look juicy and luscious.

She thought twice again before she moved towards the door and gathered all courage. She had never done this before, she had always been the one to wait till the other made the move. She rang the doorbell, he opened the door and was shocked to see her. The heat in his eyes was apparent.  She smiled, congratulated herself on deciding the right outfit to wear for the day. His eyes scanned her from top to bottom, she knew that very moment the perfect words to say. Without an effort she muttered "Fuck me" and she waited wondering what was going on in his mind.

The first date was a disaster for Arya,  it was love at first sight for him and for her, ah well, she was one of those that took her time and tire the hell out of any lover she met. Persistence was thankfully one of Arya’s strong points, which Mriga was unaware of. Hours of writing her words she loved, to and bringing to life the images she fantasized was how it had begun. Just a simple exchange of words had caused so much damage to his heart, it was unimaginable.

The first date was when he was searching for someone serious to have a kind of relationship with and she was looking for a friend. Arya was serious , she was a the kind of girl who would look you straight in the eye and melt your inside’s right on the spot. Arya vividly remembered when their conversation turned to sex and pleasure and she said “You have a very talented tongue! Roll it around! can you twist it? “And that was it. He knew she was the one. She occupied his mind and soul. She was all he could think about or wanted to think about.

He suddenly wanted to be a part of her life, with her if possible. Take care of her and show her his talented tongue every day but she refused to let him into her world. Her complications, her thoughts were all hers! He was still the stranger she met, while he wanted to be so much more than just her dirty little secret.

A knock on the door was a surprise wakeup call from his thoughts of her. He did not want to entertain whoever it was. He wanted to be lost in her thoughts, undressing and making her moan in his dreams over and over again. A few minutes past and he finally got up to open his door and wished he had asked for much more. He saw Mriga wearing a black and gold chiffon saree and an orange blouse. Her hair was tousled and she looked as if she had run up that flight of stairs. He stared at her like she was goddess Aphrodite reincarnate.  "Fuck me", she said as he opened the door. All Arya at that moment wanted was to take her in his arms and kiss her till she asked him to stop.  He kissed her hungrily, something he wanted to do since their first date.

All Mriga wanted from Arya at that very moment was to bite her lip and suck them till eternity. She didn’t want him to stop. She wanted to taste his tongue. She tasted sweet, of wine and orange lipstick. She kissed him back strong and tongue flicking in.  She bit his lip and drew blood. She wanted him to take her there and then. If only he would let her enter. She wanted him and only him. To suck him and have him throbbing inside her. "Water?" He asked ."You", she responded .

He pulled her and sat her next to the door and pulled her down on the floor. She was so excited and oh so wet and hot that she wanted no foreplay. He went down. Flicking his tongue and sucking the life out of Mriga. He sat down in front of her and held her face in his hands and kissed her forehead. Her little bindi was off center and he put it back between her brows. Her cheeks were edible and he kissed them softly and she looked up to observe his face. He touched her breasts for the first time. His hands full of her beautiful breasts, he felt himself harden. She kept looking at him watching his every move. He lifted her saree and put his head between her legs. Softly finding her femininity, he bit it. In the darkness below it was just her wetness and him. He belonged there. She belonged to him. He had yearned for this for so long. She moaned as he flicked his tongue between her lips and licked every drop of her juice. She could feel the heat building up, she clenched and arched up. She could feel the orgasm building up in her. 

That was the most erotic night of Mriga’s life and she pulled him up, held his hand and walked with him to the room. She kissed his face, slowly trailing butterfly kisses down to his chest and unbuttoned his jeans. She could feel the swell as she pulled down his pants and slowly stroked him up and down. She flick the head and trailed her tongue down his shaft. She took  him fully in her  mouth.She wanted him. Increasing her strokes and sucking him alongside. She could feel her juice dripping down her thigh. Hearing his gasps of pleasure she guided  his fingers into her and tasted what he longed for.  She licked each finger slowly and wondered why he was addicted to her. 

She slowly undressed him completely, and let him help her out with her saree. She stood there ready to  make her his once again. She saw the passion in his eyes as he looked at her and touched her hair, coiling it and pulled her closer for a deep and long kiss. She could feel his hands gliding towards her rear and he smacked her. "You are a really are my drug", he whispered as he nibbled on her ear. Slowly tracing his tongue down her neck and left little proof that she was his. He then took her hands and slowly helped her trace his chest and touch him where he wanted her most. He laid her down on the bed and slowly parted her thighs, he slid his hands to see if she was ready for him again. He tasted her again, as his hands squeezed her breasts. He tasted the perky mounts till she screamed because of the pleasurable wrath of his tongue. She tingled all over, locking her hands in his. Arya looked deep in his eyes, asking for her permission to be his again. She smiled and kissed him back will fervour. She was ready and she was his.

She could wait no longer and saw that Arya too needed some relief. Rubbing him she guided him into her. To thrust in her with all his passion. She screamed,he moaned as she wrapped her legs around him and pulled him in deeper. She wanted him to stay inside her to swell and seek bliss in her as she reached for the heavens for the second time. 

 For moments after that they laid together, wondering and caressing each her. She had to catch the late night flight. But this felt so good. Arya satisfied her in ways she never thought anyone could. It was not the physical satisfaction but the way to her soul. She knew right then he was the one she had been searching for. Or atleast that is what she thought till the alcohol ruled her mind and body.