Hi there, I love writing these stories and I hope you will have good time reading them. You know the content material already if you are well versed with my previous stories. If it is not of your taste, please keep off. I would certainly love some feedback, but not spite. This goes without saying that all these stories are work of fiction and doesn't resemble any one or any event. Hope you will have a good time with this installment of mine. Thank you.
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The receptionist in the hotel lobby did a double take at the lady who had just entered the foyer. She was absolutely ravishing; she was wearing a simple short sleeved blouse with a normal cotton sari with minimal make up. But her delicate facial features with that astounding rack, cinched in waist and absolutely exotic rump made him quiver at his core. His masculine core. His cock hardened and before he knew he was slobbering with a dribble slipping the corner of his mouth.
He soon remembered his professional demeanor as he smiled a polite smile.
'How can I help you ma'm?'
Sukanya smiled a very pretty smile which showed her good nature and best of persona.
'Hmm, there is Mr. Ranjith waiting for me, can you tell me the room number?'
Ajay wasn't born yesterday. He had been the receptionist since one year and he was aware that a lady calling on somebody at the hotel isn't something out of the normal. This was generally equivalent with call girls. But he was completely against the idea that the middle aged woman standing before him was a prostitute. She looked that goddess of housewife, whom you wouldn't have another thought but worshipping.
He ran through his register, 'yes, ma'm. Room number 411.'
'Thank you' was all she said, before she departed leaving him to watch her natural swaying of her ass.
But Ajay was a little jealous. The guy, that lucky guy. He had seen Ranjith earlier in the morning, when he checked in. he was a handsome man too. Robust, well built, strong, tall, athletic with that forceful nature of a typical alpha male. The modern driving man of civilization.
The guard at the door was beside him in an instant, as a customer in his hurry shoved the jar on a table onto the floor in the reception hall. When the constituents were restored, Bheema heard the sigh from the young Ajay. He noticed that the young lad's eyes were fixated on the lady's ass.
'Some woman, sir' he noticed.
Ajay was friendly with the underlings and the old man, Bheema, naturally garnered respect with his twenty year association at the hotel.
'Yeah, Bheema. Very beautiful woman. This Ranjith must be some lucky guy. Or is she...'
Bheema shook his head at the lingering question in the air, 'I don't think so, sir. She is a virtuous lady that is for sure. Look at the way she carries herself. I have been long in the business to know them. She was very considerate with everyone she had interacted from the moment; she got off from the auto rickshaw. She is a one in a million lady.'
'Then what is brewing between them, Bhayya.'
'I don't know, sir. But the man is lucky, whoever he is. He has the fortune of spending some time with her, be it be in intimate or professional manner.'
The old man sighed. He recalled the way, she had helped an old man stand up, after he was pushed off by the pavement throng, a few minutes ago. She helped the man to his feet, put the spectacles on his nose and gave the walking stick into his hand, all the while giving that one million dollar smile. Very genuinely beautiful lady from inside, too. Hard to come by, these days.
Ranjith opened the door on the third knock and smiled at the knocker. He took a moment to examine Sukanya, from head to toe. As she walked in, he closed the door behind her. His eyes lingered on her wonderful ass and on her oomph ridden shoulders. His hand reflexively went on the rump of her ass, as she sighed. Such a divine feeling, he smiled. His erection was already throbbing. Similar feeling started in the core of Sukanya.
But she tried to examine her surroundings, trying to ignore his hand, 'hmm, luxury suite.'
She couldn't help admire at the way Ranjith lived. Royalty oozed from him. It was already a very expensive five star hotel and his suite would cost nothing less than an arm and a limb.
'It pales before you, my beauty.' Ranjith pulled her for a hug. 'My god! I really miss this body.'
Just the feeling of having Sukanya in his arms had made his pants cramped for his cock. Sukanya too felt that wonderful exuberant feeling of being in this hunk's arms. He was a stud with his masculine personality and his debonair nature. He pulled her for a kiss, which she was too ready to return. He kissed her with a lot of that jungle feeling, with that raw passion of the bodies. Sukanya accepted his ministrations of the tongue as her own tongue was being aggressively mauled by his. She sighed as he pressed her chest on his broad one. He felt those jugs of her 36 C breasts.
'My God, babe, who are you? Why have you captivated me like this?'
Sukanya giggled at his honest compliments. Her waist was in his arms as he gazed into her eyes, briefly his eyes danced over her cleavage behind that sheer saree. Though, overall her dress was modest, behind that gauzy printed floral designs of her cotton sari, her décolletage was bewitching. He couldn't help but push his clothed erection over her mound.
'Uunnnggg,' Sukanya sighed, resting her head on his shoulder, while he pecked on her cheeks.
'When are you going back?' she asked him.
'Tomorrow.'
'Hmmm'
'Is that the sigh of disappointment?,' his eyes smiled with naughtiness, as she looked back at him saucily with all the bedroom secrets.
