Love Me Tender Is So Yesterday!

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“You are such a high maintenance.”

The words echoed in my ears as I was handover my shopping bill at payment terminal. There was a shiver inside me. My hands were fluttering as I entered my pin number.

“Ma’am, Your transaction has been declined enter the pin once more.”

It was horrible as the echoing words were now loud enough to bear. “I don’t want to buy, return my card please.”

I ran away from the counter empty handed, as soon as I was out the loud honks, screaming, screeching made it all disappear. No shiver, No echo.

Hurriedly crossed whatever came in my way, I told myself it is just a few blocks away. I found him through the glass door of ‘Glamorous World’, his soothing hands were offering hair spa to an unknown customer. The satisfaction on her face made me remind of his touch, his voice and his lips.

Banging on the door I ordered my head massage.

“I want my massage to be done by Akhilesh only.”

He was stunned, I was adamant. Soon he left his customer to another guy.

“She is a regular customer, I must attend her.”

His request was accepted without any delay. Head massages were offered in a closed space covered with beige curtains. He placed the oil beside me swiftly, held my shoulder and made me lay on the bed.

“Relax yourself and close your eyes Ananya.”

I followed him, he kept on talking and telling me to stop this behaviour. He can’t be available every time I visit him. My need was fulfilled everything was calm around me.

Soon he moved his hands from my forehead to my cheeks caressed them a little. His fingers were smooth as he moved them all around my face while his thumb was behind my earlobes. I was aroused by his touch. The magic one, he holds that magic.

This little space was not confined anymore. No less than our luxurious apartment filled with delicacies. Our couch which was right in the left corner of our living room, the best space for our endless love sessions. Today I didn’t want any couch. Just him as we held hands this was our only personal space.

He was excited when I entered in my new flared skirt with that the plunge neck white blouse paired with those copper plumps. The look on his face told me that he wanted to fuck me in that very moment.

His hands went down to my neck, he gives the best massage in the world. The plunging neckline revealed my cleavage and this time it was not his hands. His lips kissed my slender neck, carefully he get me rid of that blouse. He holds an art of opening my bra. As they both fell down. The erection in my nipples matched his, my fingers could deeply feel him.

I opened his shirt and pant, as I wanted to have him all at once. He whispered ‘slowly’. I didn’t care about anything, he was mine. He was over me on that single bed, unzipping my skirt. He sniffed around my panties and as he hold my inner thighs and kissed them.

I was dying to have him, while he was busy tasting the coca butter from my body he loved it and so do I. He held my not so stiff breasts in his hands a perfect size for his big hands. As he squeezed them and came up to kiss, here it’s never slow nor steady. He knows his perfect pace.

My body was trembling with his every move soon he held my both legs up in the air while he was there in between sucking the fresh nectar produced making his tongue roll in the circular direction on my clit.

I tasted myself from him it was pure. My hands reached his hair grabbing them, I knew he is about to enter. My legs went wide making space for him.

I screamed, he kissed me hard, he was finally fucking me with his hard core. He is always hard since I know him. He kept on pulling me towards him with his every push. We didn’t stop for a single second for the next ten minutes.

We came together, our climax came together. We were patting badly. We messed ourselves, we were happy and beautiful.

He was waiting outside and I was not at all conscious as this is what his soothing hands did to me. He left me undisturbed as his job was done. Hours passed by in silence and solitude.

It was eight in the evening by now. “Ma’am we are about to shut please get dressed.” The moment I realised I was in their customer gown and he was nowhere around. I rushed to the counter, “Where is Akhilesh?”

“He left early today.”

He was on the other side of the street between us. He didn’t turn around, he kept on walking till the time he disappeared in the crowd of that busy street.

“Here is your bill with a note from Akhilesh.”

Bill mentioned Eighteen Hundred only. While his handwritten note had just a single line, “You are such a high maintenance even in your dreams.”