A chance encounter

Why was my temperature rising?  I knew exactly why but didn’t want anyone to see what was happening.  To gather myself I walked around the room coyly, smiling at all the guests while making small talk.  As I turned round the corner, he was there again!  Was he following me or was I subconsciously following him or were we both looking for each other amongst this well dressed crowd? 

Instinctively I ran my hands over my hips and thighs feeling the black sateen and thinking of sateen bed sheets, why was I so flustered at the sight of him, this stranger?  The long slit up to my thighs was enough to get my own curiosity going, was it having an effect on the handsome stranger as well???  Having made eye contact with him, although brief, I smiled to myself and kept walking.   I stopped at a table to make conversation with an acquaintance to distract myself from him.  I was having trouble concentrating on what we were talking about and then I saw him walk directly behind me, just enough distance for me feel his presence and smell him.  Oh fuck!  He smelled amazing; I didn’t want to make it obvious that I was interested so I laughed and touched the other man’s arm.  After a few minutes of boring talk my eyes started looking for him.  Again walking the crowd trying to maintain my classy and sophisticated way while trying to tame the animal inside me trying to come out. 

I made my way to the washroom.  Looking in the mirror I saw my Audrey Hepburn hairstyle making my neck intensely inviting, paired perfectly with the diamond earrings.  My caramel skin looking dewy and luscious in the light.  I touched up my red lipstick although it clearly didn’t need any touching up and added another spritz of my perfume.  Standing back I look at myself in the mirror.  The black sateen dress fitting me perfectly in all the right spots.   Red high heels with lips and underwear to match, white gloves to my elbows just to finish off the look.  I felt liberated.  I felt sexy, I felt like a million bucks!  Standing there I thought about the man outside who I was playing hide and seek with using only our eyes, not a single word had been spoken but his intensity was making me hot and bothered.  My whole body was lighting up at the thought of him.  My panties were getting wet and my nipples were hard, this was all without a touch!  I knew I wanted him, but did he want me too?

Soon as I cooled myself off I made my way to the bathroom exit, swinging the door open I inhaled that smell.  It was him, he was close by.  Or was someone else wearing the same scent, my question was answered when I felt someone strong grab my arm.  Good thing I knew how to run in heels!  I was able to keep my balance!  It was him; he grabbed me and led me into an empty room.  Where was I?  Didn’t matter.  What mattered was that I was pushed up against a wall by this man who I had never seen before today but was lusting for.  Without saying a word his hands starting moving all over my body.  Like a hungry animal he attacked my naked neck and my shoulders, I inhaled his smell.  His scent was making me wetter, as if he could sense this; he pulled my dress up to my waist and without hesitation plunged in my hotspot.  His fingers felt like heaven inside me I found myself rocking against his hand.  My hands trying to feel his naked skin, failing to unbutton his white shirt.  Frustration was at its highest peak. Using all the concentration I had, I unbuttoned his shirt and took a look at him.  Holy fuck he was beautiful!  He was golden; just enough hair to show he was man, enough definition to show he wasn’t laying around on a couch all day and the taste of his body left me speechless and horny as fuck.  As he was fingering me to my delight he stopped mid-way.    He dropped to his knees, without saying a word; he slid down my red lace panties leaving it around one of my ankle.  All the while his mouth was already exploring my cave and tasting my juices.  This beautiful man was insanely pleasing!  As he took my leg and put it over his shoulder I dropped back into the wall and let him please me using his mouth.  I touched my breasts, rolled my nipples in my sweaty hands and wanted to kiss him but didn’t want to stop him from kissing my pussy.  Oh the pleasure I felt was leaving me breathless!   I could feel myself coming, I had forgotten to be shy about being in his mouth and let myself go.  The intense ripples that left my body were equalivant to a volcano erupting.  

Still not a word had been spoken, was this for real?  Was I actually being pleased by this man whose name I didn’t even know???  He began kissing the inside of my thighs and slowly made his way up to my breasts.  He looked straight into my eyes and began to lick and suck both of my breasts, one in each hand.  I grabbed his face and brought it up to mine and kissed him as deeply as I could tasting me on him.  The perfect mix of our bodies intensified my lust.  I felt his hard throbbing dick with my hands.  HOLY SHIT he had so much to offer!  I continued to play with him and stroking him with enthusiasm.  Wrapping my leg around him, I hugged him closely while kissing him madly.   I’ve always come across classy and sophisticated in public but in the inside, only I knew I was this ravenous lover.  A secret that he now had discovered by accident.

He broke from my kiss and attacked my breasts again with his mouth and moaned as it was the best meal he had ever had.  I enjoyed listening to him, so much so I was dripping wet again.  I naturally started rocking my body against his.  Without notice he grabbed both my legs and hoisted me on top of him with such grace and power.  I let out a little sigh when he thrust into me with so much intensity, I was breathless.  I was having the ride of my life, he fucked me up against the wall and all I could do was enjoy what he was doing to me.  I held on tight to his shoulders and neck quietly moaning while he heaved me up and down on his dick.  He too was quietly moaning and groaning quietly, after all anyone could walk in to see what was going on if they heard noise.  He kept fucking me until his breathing changed, I knew from experience, he was about to come.  I too was about to come again.  He thrust hard and deep and then released himself inside me.

I released my grip on his neck completely exhausted from the pleasure.  The wall caught me again, while I enjoyed the aftermath from sexual pleasure.  He kissed me again deep and sensual. 

He finally spoke!  His voice, so sensual and manly.  He told me how beautiful and enticing I was.  If he hadn’t had me he would have looked for me wherever he went.  Women like me don’t come around often, all the class, sophistication, beauty with the mystery he said.  Hope we meet again and that was it.

I felt amazing.  The way this man had devoured me in any way he could in a very short time.  I was on cloud nine.  My love hole throbbed with happiness as I watched him dress himself again.  I fixed myself as best I could.  Was my hair still intact? Lipstick gone for sure but that’s okay.  Would anyone in that packed room of people notice?  Before I made my way to the ladies room, now dressed, simultaneously we both went in for one last kiss.  It was amazing!  I tried to take in as much of him as I possibly could before releasing him.  I thanked him and walked out with a sway in my hips, with my head held high and a smirk on my face.

I got into the bathroom and started to make myself presentable again.  Applying my lipstick, I smiled at myself, so this is what it feels like to have mad crazy sex with and incredible strange man.  I was flushed from the sex that I had just had, I loved the glow.  That was an experience I will think about for a very long time.  I fixed my dress, readjusted my underwear, pulled my gloves up to my elbows and smoothed out my hair.  Looking 100% I made my way out the door and stopped.  What was his name?

©Venya♥

 

Honeymoon

A couple of days after the my big fat Indian wedding we were sitting on a plane on our way to one of the most beautiful places in the Caribbean.  As a daughter in law it hasn’t been that bad being married thus far.  I still feel uncomfortable as I’m trying to fit into a house where no one is mine.  There is family from all over the world at the house which has helped pass the time effortlessly.  Many cups of chai with daal roti came and went but I had still not given myself up to him and nor had he tried to officiate our marriage with sex.

I wasn’t consulted on where to honeymoon but I couldn’t argue with the destination!   Throughout the airport, people who know Indian culture look at my choorah and give me approving smiles.  I feel like a good obedient girl who was doing all the right things.  The plane ride was long and tiring.  At some point him and I had developed some sort of speaking relationship, I started to let him in my life.  We get to our destination and I’m blown away by the beauty, I can’t help myself but smile ear to ear and thank Raj endlessly for picking such an exotic place.  That is where I think our friendship began.  Raj is a planner, he had planned out all 7 days with activities and I was excited to participate in every minute of it.  I was young and energetic with so much to see and do!!!

The sun was shining everyday, with green waters and beautiful people surrounding me, I was in heaven.  For the most part he did treat me well, he encouraged me to be in the water ( I love the water:) ) I had corn rows put in and he took me every single night for the nightly entertainment.  I felt so free there with him, I guess that’s what holidays are supposed to feel like.  I give him full credit for making my honeymoon a success.  The only negative thing that I remember was a comment he made.

He did the things he loved most and didn’t tell me about earlier than now.  He drank and smoked (I’m not a fan of smoking, drinking I don’t mind).  He made calls back home and he watched a lot of TV while I would go out for the day with my new found friends.  At times he would sit poolside with drinks and food as I swam my heart out.  I don’t think it’s not too uncommon for couples to have a separate likes and dislikes or interests.  When I look back in time, even at that young age I was an optimist.  I had grown up making the most of everything, no matter what the circumstances.

We had hired a taxi for the day to take us around.  I was appreciated the beauty of women that particular day.  I think women are the most beautiful creatures and no two are the same so they ALL must be appreciated for the differences.  There was a woman I found very attractive and she was not a size 2, she must of been a size 12.  She had this aura around her of beauty, I was mesmerized by her.  I made a statement about how I thought she was so beautiful.  He responded with she’s too big to be attractive.  He also went on to say that if I ever got as big as her it would be over between us.  I was shocked he would say such a thing about a body.  I was a size 8, I wasn’t small but I wasn’t big either, it was still incredibly offensive as a women to me.  We went back and forth about his comment and he stood his ground about his belief.

I couldn’t believe that he was so superficial like that.  But then I had to remind myself, it’s not like I know him!  I had an arranged marriage to a man who I met 2 times before marrying him AND he had an existing girlfriend while he married me.  Who was I kidding??? But being so young meant I was too naive and gullible, really I was just a child and didn’t know any better.  That comment has stayed with me since it was said, later in life I realized how much truth he was telling, I guess I didn’t think people were that shallow.  So not only did he marry me while he was living with someone else but now I had to worry about my body and what he thought about it???

Little did I know this was just the beginning of the dissection of my body with not only his words but the words of his family.  I made the most of my honeymoon with other people.  I would take my favorite jet ski instructor out into the deep ocean, I would hold on tight to him and my new husband sat on the beach waiting for my return.  I made different friends every night who I would dance away the night with, all  while my new husband watched from a distance.  When life gives lemons you make lemonades!

Some time during the honeymoon we did consummate our marriage, it was nothing special.  For most of the honeymoon I had my period and then it was over giving us the window of opportunity if we wanted it.  It started in a hurried fashion and was over before I was ready for it to be over.  It was just a physical need we both had it made complete sense to engage in sex with each other, we were technically husband and wife.

-Venya

Night 2 of Marriage

We only spent one night in the hotel room and tonight we are in “our” room. The day has passed by quickly not leaving much time for me to think about our night.  Now its 11 pm the only thing I have to think about is sleeping with him.  The previous night went exactly how I had hoped for.  Tonight should go according to plan.  I’m changing into my new set of PJ’s and thinking how wrong everything is.  I have to sleep with the enemy and for how long?  Will I be hurt by this?  Will my dad let me come back home or do I have to continue to make the best of it?  At that moment the door knob twists and the door opens.  There he is standing before me.  I don’t know what to do, so I say hi like an idiot.

We make eye contact. Not saying a single word to me, he moves closer to me sending my heart into overdrive.  Before I can move away he puts his hands on my neck, fingers in my hair and with one swift move he’s pulled me up close to him.  With the other arm he grabs my hand and puts in on his chest, naturally my other arm follows and holds onto his arm.  His arm is rock solid under his shirt!  I ask him, “What are you doing?”  He smiles, brings his forehead close to mine and says, “I’m trying to get a good look and feel of my new wife.”  Like the cliché, I’m blushing like a new bride.  “You don’t have to hold me so close to get a look at me.”  “You’re right, I don’t have to.  I want to and besides how else can I feel your body if you’re standing to far from me?”  I tried to playfully squirm away from him but he’s got a good handle on me, to be honest, I liked that way.

Before I can say or do anything else he’s kissing me passionately. I have no choice but to respond to his kiss with just as much passion.  Our bodies are pressed up against one another’s as if we are trying to physically go through the other.  He pushes me up against the wall and leans into me; I can feel he is as excited as I am.  I’m trying to play coy but fail, the passion overrides it.  My knees are going weak as he is kissing my neck and shoulders.   Just as I begin to slide down the wall he brings me back up with his mouth on mine.  His tongue is exploring the depths in my mouth while my tongue is trying to match his ferocity.  He tastes like a man should taste like, powerful and hungry.  His hands have been moving everywhere on my body except where I actually wanted to feel them.  I grab him by the wrist and place it on my breasts giving him permission to make me moan.  He is even more excited than before as he plays with my breasts.  He is pushing himself into me while kissing me, feeling my nipples between his fingers.  The sensations in my breasts are bringing out the animal in me.  Lightning bolts between my thighs is sending shocks down every limb in my body.  I grab for his manhood, I fumble to undo his belt then his button and finally I unzip his pants and stop myself.  For a few more seconds I want to be pleasured by him, pure greed.  He then grabs my hands and places it on his naked self, it’s so big!  It throbs in my grip as I am pleasantly surprised by his size.  I want it all for myself and I want it now.  I drop to my knees like a starved vixen.  Without thinking about it, I put him in my mouth tasting him.  His natural smells driving me wild, (take deep breath) I suck it and lick it as was asking me to do so.   I haven’t been this excited to have a man in my mouth in some time now.  He is the one now going weak in the knees, I can feel him relaxing.  He is slowly falling back onto the bed, with him still in my mouth, he lays on his back.  I quickly look up at him, his eyes are closed and his head resting on the pillow, he is in heaven.  It turns me on even more seeing him this way.  My panties are so wet with lust for him.  I stop our moment to take his pants off completely; he comes to and effortlessly removes my clothing as quickly as he can so we can get back to where we left off.

 

I need him to feel and understand my lust for him. Teasingly I maneuver my naked body over him.  I crawl over him exposing my love cave to him and take his manhood in my mouth again to continue what I stopped.  He throws his head back and goes back to where he was before I interrupted us.  I loved feeling the cool air all over my hot body; it made the touch more heightened.  Stroking and licking him, I enjoyed the hands that had taken over my backside.  He was feeling every curve I had to offer with his hands.  His hands were on my thighs, hips and calves and then I felt him enter me with his fingers.  At his entrance I arched my spine for a split second and then backed up closer to him allowing myself the indulgence.  While he pleasured me with his fingers he slowly pulled me back onto his face, letting his tongue and mouth took over.  I struggled to keep pleasuring him with my mouth, the intensity between my thighs was taking over me. He licked me like I was the tastiest treat he had ever had!  It was like he wanted every last drop of me to be his and only his, his greed turned me even more.  I let out moans while loving his man hood, rocking back and forth over his mouth to take myself over the cliff.  Before I could do so, I felt him throbbing more than before under my hands and in my mouth.  He yanks me off and stops everything before it’s too late.  He knows that I’m disappointed with his abrupt action, with a sly grin, he grabs me and dives in between my legs again, oh absolute bliss!  This time I finish with an unbelievable toe curling orgasm.

I’m completely depleted of energy but make the effort and reach for him so he can experience what I just have.  He pulls me close and tells me he climaxed with me, my moans, groans and scent were enough for him to reach bliss without being touched.  We cuddle under the sheets, my head on his chest and his chin on top of my head.  He slowly strokes my hair, I feel like a woman should: loved, safe and secure.

 

Reality Check:  Day 2 of my marriage and sex was yet to be had. We never did have sex that night.  Our time behind closed doors consisted of small talk, me putting on music and him flipping through GQ.  It was strange enough to get under the covers with a stranger as if it was okay, throw sex in the mix and it’s mental.  He lets me pick “my side” of the bed and at some point I fall asleep. I think it was as good as it was going to get for now and I was completely okay with it.  In arranged marriages, how do you have sex with a complete stranger???

 

-Venya♥