The Guy With Guitar
On a fine winter morning, Sunanda decided to take a sojourn into the lap of Himalayas to a village called Malana. Malana village is famous for growing the famous weed, tucked in some serene location in Manali. Sunanda has been smoking weed for the last two years on a regular basis now. Hailing from Bangalore, it was her dream to visit the haven of weed and take a glimpse of the renowned village where growing Malana hash cream has become a livelihood for the local people. It is a place where even the international tourists hail to experience ‘getting high’ on the exclusive weed. Involving both risk and pleasure, tabloids are rife with news of tourists having mysteriously disappeared or succumbed to drugs in Himachal. However, for Sunanda, it was more of an adventure than a thing to be afraid of. As a 29-year-old, she wanted to leave no stone unturned when it comes to exploring the world of weed. She wanted to do everything that fancied her mind, take the risks she hadn’t taken before and go home with some crazy stories to tell her girlfriends. Having experienced a heart break recently, she was in no mood to let life take control of her and decided to pack her bags.
She took a flight from Bangalore to New Delhi, and booked an overnight bus to Manali. She had heard a lot about Manali’s quality weed.
It was her boss who had given her the idea. “You need to take a break, Sunanda. Go someplace. Find a workation,” he had told her. When Sunanda didn’t pay heed to his suggestions, her boss had joked, “Do you want me to fund your vacation?” She laughed off and finally agreed to go on a work-cum-vacation.
But little did she know, that Manali had so much more to offer than what she had initially thought of. Afterall, Manali is not all about hills and snowfall, it is also about the Malana cream, good looking youngsters who are on a footloose, romantic escapades and treks into the wildness of Mother Nature.
When she reached Manali, the city welcomed her with ravishing mountains, scenic roads and a clear blue morning sky. Upon reaching her hotel, she found a few friendly staff who were smoking joints. After checking into her room with a mountain view, she thought of exploring the terrace. The view was breath-taking. There was a message on the hotel reception wall that there will be a bonfire party.
Sunanda had never imagined that a trip to the mountains could be so much fun. In the evening, she found herself surrounded by like-minded people with similar vibes. She met a couple that was on their 14th visit to Manali that year.
She found another couple that was getting all lovey-dovey. Sunanda missed being loved like that. Drifting away from the crowd, she found a corner to sit by the fire in complete solitude. Moments later, she noticed a guy who was playing a guitar. She noticed how beautifully he played the instrument. The stranger looked up and observed Sunanda being deeply captivated by his music. He smiled at her. Feeling awkward yet amused, Sunanda gently smiled back. The guy came towards her and asked, “Do you mind if I sit here?” “Of course not,” replied Sunanda.
“You are good at this,” Sunanda said, pointing at his guitar. He shrugged with another smile. He asked if she would like to listen to some more music, some of his best tunes in his room. Sunanda was instantly enchanted by the idea of spending the evening with this good-looking guy. There was something about this guy that was so different from the ones she had met at her workplace, and during any other trips she had ever taken. He invited her to his hostel room. Sunanda agreed, but asked him to wait for some time as she wanted to freshen up a little. They met at 10.00 pm. Sunanda wore a pair of comfortable woollen pajamas with her black denim jacket and a pink cashmere scarf. He invited her in and asked if she wanted to sip some tea. “I also have this joint…in case you want to try,” he said, taking out a roll paper and some Malana cream. “This is the best you could find around here,” he said with a mysterious smile.
Sunanda was hesitant for a moment. But then ‘what the heck,’ she thought. “I am here to enjoy and have a good time. What harm will a little weed do?”
One joint led to another, and Sunanda sat there watching this guy strum his guitar with some catchy tunes. He took pauses in between to roll up joints. After nearly 2–3 joints, he lingeringly let his fingers roll on Sunanda’s hand. Sunanda could feel the shivers up her spine. She longed for his hands on her body.
Sunanda could feel the warmth of desire engulfing her. “Control…control” she told herself, but she knew it was not possible. “I will just stand on the balcony for a little while,” she told the guy.
Sunanda let the cold winds embrace her. She closed her eyes feeling the moment when suddenly she found herself embraced from the back. It was firm yet soft… just the kind of hug she wanted. At that moment she decided she wanted more.
She turned around and she was in the arms of the guy. And when he kissed her gently on the lips, she found a thousand fires engulfing her body. She desperately wanted more of him.
“By the way, I’m Akash…” said the guy. “Good to meet you, Akash,” Sunanda said and smiled. Their lips touched again. This time more passionately. She never realized when her clothes came off. She just wanted to rip the guy’s clothes off. He started kissing her at places where she had never been kissed before. It was as if she was discovering passion points on her body. She never knew she could be so passionate as she embraced the guy running her hands all over his body.
“Are you okay?” the guy asked. Sunanda did not reply. Instead, she went on top of the guy. It was her time to explore his body with her tongue. She started locking the guy’s nipples and slowly started going down on him. And when she took his manhood in her mouth, it was like instant karma. The pleasure of his moaning was like a catalyst to her.
“Let’s eat each other out,” Akash said. Sunanda had never experienced a 69 position before. It was enthralling for her. She could feel the guy’s tongue on her clitoris as she sucked on to his cock. Time knew no bounds then.
Sunanda then straddled the guy. As she took him inside her, she felt pangs of pleasure sweeping through her entire body. The ride started slowly before turning slowly into a tumultuous one of unbridled passion. She could feel herself coming once, twice and even a third time. It was something she had never felt before. Not even with her boyfriend.
The guy was also about to explode…I am coming,” he moaned out as his orgasm came in gushes. He lay spent as Sunanda gently licked him clean. They were in each other’s arms spent, but yet enjoying the moment that they conjured up. It was indeed heavenly Sunanda thought.
When she woke up in the morning, the guy was gone. “See you in the evening, after I come back from the mountains,” read the note affixed on the bathroom mirror. Sunanda smiled lovingly. She couldn’t have asked for anything more. The boundaries in her mind had been demolished. She couldn’t wait for the guy’s return, knowing well that this was one adventure she would never forget.
Apparently, Sunanda had finally found a way to heal her broken heart in the arms of Manali’s stunning mountains, and the guy with a guitar.
