It was my final day at the office. That weekend I would be flying to Bangalore to join the new office.
It was quite late when I finally took the lift down to the parking lot. Rubbing my eyes tiredly, I started walking to where I had parked my bike. Somewhere I heard a car starting up. As I walked on the sound of the car engine got louder. Then I saw it as it turned into the aisle that I was walking in and came towards me. Then the headlights came on and nearly blinded me.
Muttering curses, I stepped to the side to let it pass. But instead of passing, it stopped right by me.
The driver's side door opened and out stepped a beautiful but very angry Anjali.
"Get in", she said.
I was in two minds about that. She looked stunning even angry. Her face was pale and taut, highlighting her perfect features even further especially her pink, totally kissable lips. Her hair was open, flowing down over her shoulders, framing and complementing her beauty. This part of my mind definitely wanted to get in the car.
On the other hand, I knew why she was angry. I had been avoiding her and her calls for the last 2 days, hoping it would help me hide the news that I would be leaving soon. It also helped in managing the sense of loss that I felt at the thought of being so far from her and not being able to see her. And this part of me wanted to run. And it was winning.
As I started calculating the path to my bike, Anjali saw right into me.
"Don't you dare run", she snapped, quickly moving into my path of flight. Damn, she was fast!
She closed the distance between us in a few steps and grabbed my arm tightly. "Get in", she repeated, in a threatening tone, while physically trying to push me into the car.
I looked at her with surprise at first and then in growing amusement. What did she think she was going to do? Push me into the car with brute force?
For a few minutes I just let it play out with more than a little enjoyment as she tried to exactly that. Then she looked up at me with a red and flushed face and I forgot to breathe. She looked even more beautiful. Her face reddened even further as she looked at my amused face and understood the situation.
Backing up a little, she said in a slightly pleading tone, "Please get in the car. I need to speak with you".
I couldn't resist that tone and finally got in. She got in on the other side and started to drive.
"Where are we going?", I asked.
"Someplace quiet where we can talk", she said without looking at me.
I said nothing more and instead chose to admire her. She was dressed sharply in a white shirt and navy blue skirt and had her usual heels on. Everyday western formals but the way they melded to her body made the heat rise in me. Her skirt had risen to mid thigh and her calf muscles flexed as she worked the pedals. The skin from her neck up was still flushed and her chest rose and fell fast as she caught her breath from her recent exertions. I sat back content to take in the view as I waited for whatever she had in mind for me.
It was not a long wait as she took a turn into a deserted corner of the parking lot and stopped. Switching off the car, she turned to me.
"What is wrong with you?", she started with her tone rising.
I was still distracted by the sight of her lips moving enticingly as she spoke and couldn't quite focus on her words. Her hand came to my face and adjusted it so that I was looking into her eyes.
"Why didn't you tell me?", she asked. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?".
That cleared my head as all the reasons for avoiding her the past few days came crashing back.
"I am sorry Anjali but I had my reasons", I said meeting her gaze.
"And exactly what are those reasons?", she asked.
"I didn't want you to try and cancel the transfer. You have already done so much and I don't want to be any further in your debt", I said, proud at having found a truthful reason that I hadn't considered before.
Her eyes narrowed as she looked at me and said, "Really?"
The next second she swiftly crossed the space between the two seats and was on me. She hit the recliner lever and the seat backrest moved back and I was lying on the seat with her sitting on my stomach.
"Fine then", she said triumphantly. "Since you are back to lying, let's mess with your head".
But before she made her move, I made mine, pulling her in and kissing her lips hard. Her efforts to resist were useless as I used one hand to hold her helpless against me with her hands pinned to her sides. That left my other hand free to explore as she finally stopped resisting and kissed me back fiercely. I moved my hand slowly up the silky smooth skin of the back of her thighs savouring the sensation to the full as I went exploring under her skirt. I took my time fondling the inside of her thighs as she moaned into my mouth. My fingers brushed against the wet fabric of her panty covered pussy, and she jumped with her hips bucking up to avoid my persistent fingers.
"Don't. Wait.", she whispered into our kiss while unsuccessfully trying to break free of my grip.
I ignored her as I pressed harder before grabbing the material of her panties and pulling them down to mid-thigh.
"Now let's mess with your head and pussy", I whispered in her ear, as I slid both my middle fingers into her with one swift thrust.
Her head snapped up as her back arched and she sucked in her breath with a sharp hiss. I didn't let up. My fingers kept moving in and out with increasing speed as the rest of my hand fondled her outer lips hard.
She had her first orgasm within a minute with her lithe body wriggling and shuddering against mine and her vagina clenching and overflowing around my fingers. I continued thrusting right through her orgasm and only slowed down as she fell limp against me.
Then I started again.
Anjali murmured into my neck, "No I can't again so soon"
"Lets see", I whispered back as my fingers sped up. With one exception- my thumb went exploring in the cleft between her buttocks and discovered something.
Anjali realised too late that something was wrong and her head flew up with her eyes wide open in shock.
"Don't do that", she gasped. "I have never done that before. Not ther…." Her words got cut off with an overwhelming orgasm as my thumb went into her asshole and my other fingers kept on working her pussy inside out. It was only the first of many as orgasm after orgasm ripped through her and her body thrashed and spasmed violently against mine with one orgasm flowing into the next for what seemed like hours.
Anjali's head went limp against my shoulder as her body reacted involuntarily to the orgasms flowing through her.
"Stop stop stop", she begged sobbing and bit into my shoulder as I finally pulled my fingers out of her and just cupped her pussy, feeling the muscles there clenching and spamming in rhythm with the rest of her. My thumb stayed in her ass as her sphincter muscles had clenched it so hard, I could not pull it out. Finally, as the last orgasm rolled over her, I felt her anus relax and pulled out my thumb making her moan with her teeth in my shoulder.
I held her close as she slowly stopped shuddering. She was a sight – drenched in sweat, eyes glazed over and devoid of any strength. I was pretty stunned as what had just happened was the sexiest experiences of my life – feeling a beautiful woman go through multiple orgasms with her body on me and my fingers inside her. Not wanting to disturb her as she recovered her breath with deep gasps and her body still twitching from the aftershocks of her, I kept one hand around her, holding her on top of me and the other hand between her legs, cupping her still overflowing pussy.
After nearly half hour, I slowly moved my hands from around her and between her legs and carefully picked her up from top of me and laid her in the backseat. Anjali didn't resist though she was awake and staring dreamily at me. After she was in the backseat, she straightened her sweat drenched clothes including pulling up her panties, which were by now around her ankles. That made me stare earning me a sharp glance from her.
"Tell me where to go", I said, " You are in no condition to drive".
She nodded and gave me her address. I drove out of there without a word with her in the backseat.
On the way I finally broke the silence. "Anjali, are you alright back there?,"I asked
No answer. I took a quick look back. She was fast asleep curled up in the back.
It took me about 15 minutes to reach her apartment building. I parked, picked her up still sleeping and carried her to her apartment. Somehow, managing to unlock and open all the doors along the way, I finally lay her on the bed where she curled up again, murmuring in her sleep.
I couldn't leave her alone without being sure that she was alright. So I pulled up a chair beside her bed and kept vigil. And dozed off.
I woke up with some strange and pleasant sensations traveling up from my lower body into my entire being. As I came to my senses I realized that these sensations were coming from my rock-hard dick being caressed expertly by something soft and wet. Then I was jolted by a single sharp pang of pleasure traveling straight into my brain as I felt my penis being fully enveloped by that warm and wet feeling.
I looked down and there she was busy devouring my dick with a wicked look on her face. She was naked, having stripped off all her clothes while I was sleeping. The sight of her in all her nude glory, kneeling between my legs with my dick, somehow impossibly, entirely inside her mouth, awakened something feral in me, flooding my mind with all the things that I wanted to do to her right now!
But as I stirred, she took my dick out of her mouth and said sweetly, with the same feral emotions in her eyes that I was feeling, "I wouldn't move if I were you sweety. Unless you want to get bitten. You see, I literally have your dick in my mouth and your balls in my hand".
To emphasize her point, she gave a sharp nip to the head of my penis and firmly rolled my balls around in the palm of her hand. I got the message. She was in the mood where she was pretty much capable of anything if disturbed.
Anjali again got busy with her mouth, taking me entirely in and using her tongue and teeth in ways that awakened every nerve in my dick. Pretty soon I felt the release building up in me. But that witch wouldn't let me come. As soon as she heard me groan and my dick pulse, she squeezed my balls hard, almost painfully, moving me away from the edge. She did this several times- bringing me to the very point of climax and pushing me back, until I was sweating from every pore desperate for release. It was only then that she swiftly engulfed me in her mouth, moving up and down with increasing speed and making me come with gut wrenching intensity.
And did I come! Waves of pleasure flowed through me as every muscle in my body tensed violently and I gripped the the arms of the chair with all my strength as I felt something break inside me. Anjali did not miss a beat, keeping me in her mouth the whole time, milking my balls and sucking out every drop of semen as it gushed out of my penis. It felt as if she was sucking the very life force out of me.
After what seemed like an eternity, I started coming down from the high of climax and felt my dick soften and Anjali letting it slide out of her mouth.
"Shit, I am done", I thought. I thought wrong. Anjali was far from done. With a feline grace and speed, she moved from between my legs and climbed on top of me. As I tried to refocus my befuddled brain, she leaned forward to kiss me hard, biting and chewing on my lips.
"I am not done yet", she breathed into my mouth unbuttoning my shirt and sliding her body over my sweat slicked chest. Feeling those breasts slide over my chest was more than I could handle and both my hands went up to capture them and sink my fingers into their firm softness. I was completely aroused but my dick was still recovering from its strenuous workout.
Anjali had other ideas. Still latched on to my lips, she repositioned herself so that her pussy was directly above my groin and lowered it onto my still soft penis and started massaging it with her soft and very wet cleft. The sensation of my dick getting massaged by her soft slick lips was indescribable. I groaned as what felt like all the blood in my body rushed into my dick and got it hard instantly. Anjali also felt it harden under her but kept on with her kinky massage for some time more just to torture me. Then she lifted her hips and in one smooth motion, had taken me completely inside her. My hold on her breasts tightened as the inner walls of her vagina enveloped and tightened around my penis. Then Anjali started moving her hips sliding her pussy up and down and I reciprocated by thrusting hard to match her every move.
Anjali gasped and the blood rushed to her face. Finally, she let go of my lips and brought her mouth to my ear to whisper breathlessly, "You can run, you can lie, you can hide all you want. But you are mine whole and soul".
Joy and hope flared inside me at her words and I whispered back, "And you are mine".
She came explosively then biting into my shoulder again and flooding around my dick. But I had a long way to go still. By the time I came deep in her, she had orgasmed twice more and both of us were exhausted and covered in sweat.
Finally, she got off me and tried to stand but nearly fell as her legs gave out beneath her. I caught her before she fell and lowered her gently on the bed. She sat there looking at me bemused as I stretched my stiff and sore muscles. My shoulder stung from where she had bitten me twice. I touched it and there was blood on my fingertips.
"Come here", she said softly. "Let me look at that".
I went and sat on the floor in front of her.
"Ouch", she said, lightly touching and prodding the damaged area. "I seem to have done quite some damage. It's going to be painful for a few days. Wait, I have some antiseptic and cotton somewhere. I'll clean the wound."
Still naked, Anjali bounded up from the bed and walked towards the closet. With a little pride I noticed that she hobbled a little from from being forced to walk with her legs a little apart.
When she came back, she had tied her hair back and pulled on a loose t-shirt which covered her down to her knees. Sitting behind me, she started dressing the wounds.
"Having a little difficulty walking, are we?", I quipped, instantly regretting it as Anjali pressed down extra hard on my shoulder.
"I wouldn't go there if I were you", she warned in a dangerous tone.
Once she was done, we raided her fridge as we were both ravenously hungry and sat in the kitchen eating.
"Where do we go from here Samayak?", Anjali restarted the conversation that had been interrupted nearly six hours ago.
"I don't know", I said, not being able to meet her eyes. "But you know that I have to go, even if it's going to be hell being so far away from you".
"Yes, I know ", she said sadly. "If only you had trusted me enough and come to me earlier, I might have been able to stop your transfer. But now it's too late."
"You know, I am no simpering virgin. You are not my first relationship", she continued. "But the pull that I feel towards you is something new to me. It's almost primal. I seem to lose all logic and control when it comes to you. I am ready to do anything to keep you close because I feel strangely restless when I don't see you or am not with you even for a day. And when we are together, all my control vanishes. I behave like a total slut", she finished wryly.
It was time for me to be honest. "I may have fallen for you", I confessed. "But we are such different people and from such different backgrounds that I am afraid to even ask for reciprocation. I am afraid to just assume too much and then get hurt".
"And yet you throw up a wall every time I try to find out more about you", she countered fixing me with a sharp penetrating gaze that seemed to look right into me. "You know no one around you really knows anything personal about you outside of your life here. And trust me, I am pretty good at extracting information. I think you know that. But even with how close we have become; I seem to come up against a blank wall after a point".
"It's a habit", I said feeling the blood rise to my face and the pressure in my head increase. "I am a private person by nature".
"Even to me?", she said.
"Well", I said. "You ask me to trust you but you can't do the same?".
Anjali bristled. "I am an open book compared to you", she answered, her voice rising. "Anything that you ask me about myself, I can answer openly without any reservations. Can you do the same?"
"Let's make a deal. With you being in another city, we will have the opportunity to have conversations without fucking each other's brains out. You be honest with me and I'll be honest with you. Can you do that?"
"Promise", I said, feeling the pressure lift a bit. Without her being there to interrogate me face to face, I would be able to be selectively honest.
"That seemed almost too easy", she said, walking over to me and straddling me as she sat in my lap. Putting her face close to mine, she continued, "But trust me, it won't be. I want to know everything about the man I am so obsessed with and I will know. Why you are always so guarded. Those random tattoos you have on your body. The women you have been with before me. That monster I see sometimes peeking out from behind the mask. Everything."
My head was spinning as she leaned in and kissed me on the lips tasting of strawberry jam and peppermint. This woman seemed to have X-ray vision right into my head. I nodded as best as I could with her lips attached to mine.
"Good", she said, getting off me. "Now go before I take you back to bed. My body really can't take anymore orgasms today and you can't miss your flight."
I got dressed quickly, pulled Anjali in for one last crushing hug and a kiss and walked away with a heavy but hopeful heart.