Misc. Erotica Stress Relief with a Young Girl

My client greeted me at the office lobby, gave me a firm handshake and said, "Hey, Vikas. We are pumped and excited to see your demo. Everyone's in the room. Come on! Let's show them what we have been working for the past three months!"

I entered a large conference room. There were only four people in the room, though the table could seat about twenty. l knew all of them.

As I set up my laptop I heard someone say, "We are waiting for one more person. You will be working closely with her for our presentation tomorrow. Ah! Here she is."

I looked up to see a young woman enter the room, quietly. She seemed nervous, and approached the table and sat down, hesitating to speak.

"Vikas, meet Muskaan, your counterpart at our vendor xxx."

"Muskaan?" I said, and rose to shake her hand. "What a beautiful name!"

I was smiling broadly by this time. She gave a limp hand and nervously shook mine, and blushed at what I said, and this did not go unnoticed by the others in the room.

"What?" asked someone in a perplexed tone.

"Muskaan, means 'Smile'," I said, still looking at her. "It's a name that would make anyone smile, if they know what it means, don't you agree?" I asked no one in particular.

"Oh! Yes, that IS a nice name, we did not know the meaning, sorry! It's her second day here and we hardly know her!" a lady said, and all laughed.

But I still had my eyes on Muskaan. She was a demure, shy girl. Being the center of attention of all the people in the room probably unnerved her and it showed. She smiled and looked down and shifted in her chair nervously.

I quickly started talking, trying to put her at ease. "Okay, everyone. Let's start. As you know Muskaan and I have to do some work on this before tomorrow's big presentation. I only have the skeleton ready. The plan was to have the folks at xxx complete the data integration piece. so..."

As the meeting went along I could not help but take a measure of Muskaan. She would have been from somewhere from the sub-continent no doubt. India? Bangladesh? Pakistan? - I couldn't say. She did not speak much or interrupt me, and it appeared she did not have a grasp of what was happening and what she was supposed to do. I presumed she was rather new to the role and was not ready for what was required of her. Typical of consulting companies to thrust an unprepared and unqualified resource just to pad up their billing hours.

She did not look like she was new to the US. Her taste in clothes reflected an experience in the American workplace. She was neither petite nor full-figured. She was plump but not very fat. She was by no means a beauty. She was normal looking with shiny, jet black hair that fell to her shoulders. Her arms and legs looked thick, and her breasts were big and straining at the front of her shirt under her jacket. I could see a ring, so definitely married. Not sure if she had any kids. I put her age about early to mid twenties, about twenty years younger than me.

Something about her presence excited me. I had been consulting for many, many years now and I couldn't recall a gig in the recent past when I had to work with a young girl from the sub-continent. Most of my projects had been staffed with Americans and older desis like myself. It was very rare to see such a young, green person in projects of this magnitude and importance. I was surprised but she piqued my interest. I was looking forward to working with her.

Perhaps, I could get to know her better? Take her out to dinner at a good Indian restaurant or something like that. Let's see," I said to myself, "This will NOT be the usual, dull project. This is going to be interesting!"

The meeting took all afternoon. We had a couple of bio-breaks during which I got to chat with Muskaan. We of course started talking about work, and it quickly became clear that she needed help with the subject at hand. I also found out that she was from Bangladesh, was married for about a year, and was in the US for just about the same amount of time.

The client had arranged for vendors like us to stay in a hotel close by the office. It turned out that Muskaan and I were in the same hotel. She agreed to share a cab with me for the short ride.

I was surprised when she started talking confidently as soon as the two of us were in the car. "Oh god, Mr. Vikas, I don't know what to do. My company pushed me into this project as I was on the bench for a very long time. I have done next to nothing for tomorrow's presentation. They will want to see this demo working. I am done for. I need help and no one at xxx is there!" She continued in this manner bemoaning her condition and afraid of how she could get this work done.

I tried to calm her, "Let's not talk now. Let's discuss at the hotel."

At the hotel, we sat down in the lobby and I tried to calm her. She was a nervous freak by now. I had a vast experience in this, of course, having given thousands of presentations and demos and I knew how to handle any circumstances. In fact, I could recall many occasions when I was in a similar situation as her, or worse, but had come out unscathed.

"Hey, Muskaan," I said. "Not the end of the world. I will help you. Let's work together. Tell you what. Let me get my workout, and I will meet you here in about an hour and a half and we will work on this. Not to worry. I know the client. We will get through this..."

She interrupted me, "You are going to the Gym? Now? Oh, God! I thought we could sit here and you could help me now..."

"Hey. Working out is how I unwind. Listen, I will help you. Just relax in your room for a while and meet me here."

I showered after my workout and took my stuff and went downstairs to meet her in the business center where it was quieter.

She had also showered and changed into a sleeveless dress that went down to her knees and showed her thick arms, rounded thighs and calves. They looked extremely smooth and free of flaws, with no hint of any hair on them. The neckline of her dress exposed her cleavage and I could see her slightly thick, short neck and the plumpness of her boobs. Her tits were loose under there and I could notice them bouncing a lot. As she crossed and uncrossed her legs, her dress rode up her thighs, highlighting how thick they were. The naturalness of her body without any kind of lotion or makeup or other cosmetic products was a welcome change to me. I presumed she had not put on any perfume or deodorant as I did not get a whiff of anything artificial. But her nervous state made her perspire lightly and I got the whiff of distinctive scent of female sweat. Her movements exposed more and more of her. I found all this pleasingly distracting. I wondered what she wore under her dress. How her body was shaped. She definitely did not have an hourglass figure. She must have some fat around her. Was she not wearing a bra? I couldn't see the outline of anything there or a bra strap. What about her panties? What kind? I could see that her armpits were clean shaven. Would her mound be too? Would it be packed like other plump women? Man, this was driving me fucking crazy! She had no idea the effect she was having on me. The tension and stress of the day's work needed a release and I guess this was the way my body was reacting. What can I say, I was a pervert.

We started working and I realized after a while that I would be doing the heavy lifting here. I said," Hi Muskaan, we have about thirty pages of requirements and looks like xxx have only done about two. We need to get the rest..."

"I know!" she said. "That's what I was telling you. We don't have time!! Hayaa!!"

"Listen. Let's get a plan together and work on it. Should not take very long for us to get this ready."

But I was wrong. We worked for about a couple of hours and were not even a half-way through. We decided to break for dinner.

"Mr. Vikas, if you don't mind, I will have dinner sent to my room," she said, hesitatingly.

"Why? The restaurant is very highly rated here," I said.

"No. It's okay. You know, there are a lot of people from my company and the client's here in this hotel, and I don't want them to... You know.. ," she trailed off.

"What? You don't want them to see us together? You think they will get the wrong idea that we..."

"Oh, Hayaa, ma, Mr. Vikas! No. Not that. I meant I do not want them to know you are helping me in this project. That I am taking your help. As it is, the client doesn't seem confident in me."

"Oh, okay. I don't think people will know," I said. But I relented. I wanted to taste the wine and the food at the hotel restaurant. I always stayed here and I was not going to miss the opportunity to expense a good meal.

I was waiting for her in the lobby, when she hurried to where I was and sat down huffing and puffing and anxious. "Oh! Mr. Vikas.. ," she started.

"Okay. First off, call me Vikas. Much better that way."

"Oh.. okay.. Mr. Vi.. Vikas, I just came to the business center, and it is full of people from my company, and I think from our client's as well. I recognized a few of them."

"Hmm. What? Shall we work here. Or go to a coffee shop nearby? What do you suggest? Want to do?"

"Umm," she hesitated. "I don't know. Actually, the safest is, if we don't want others to see us.."

Man, she sounded like we were committing a crime! "What?" I asked.

"If you ask me.. If you don't mind...I ..think, our room is the best," she stammered.

I did not hesitate. "I think so too. Wi-fi is reliable. And the rooms are comfortable. So let's go up to my room. I think we have a couple of hours of work, and it is already past 10 PM." I stopped when I say her tense up,and look up at me,

"Actually, I was thinking.. My room may be better, if you are okay."

"Makes no difference to me. Okay let's go," I said.

I was engrossed in the work and making all kinds of plans on getting it ready for tomorrow. But as we walked to the elevator, she in front of me, my eyes instinctively and automatically checked out her ass. Man! What a wiggle and jiggle. Her dress was loose in front, but was very tight on her ass and hips. I could see the outline of a full back panty and noticed the thin bands on its edges, the way it bit into her ass cheeks and outlined them. Her dress made a wedgie on her ass but she did not make an effort to set it right as she was talking and explaining something to me (to which I did not pay heed to!). Damn! I was a pervert. I sensed a hard-on coming. Fuck!

We settled at a table and spread our stuff out. I was still trying to manage my hard-on, hoping she will not notice it. But I did not have to worry. She was still focussed on work. We went at it for about a couple of hours, making a list of must haves, nice to have, next phase etc and at the end we had some sort of handle on things. It was already past midnight. By this time we were getting more and more comfortable with each other. It was natural in the situation we were in, two people in a room working closely. We made increasingly longer eye contact, cracked jokes, and laughed at each other's personal and professional travails. I didn't know about her, but I was excited. I knew something was afoot, but didn't know what it was.

During one of the breaks, I went to take a leak. Her room had a door that separated the dressing area, sink and the bathroom from the main area. I locked it and stood to pee, and looked around. My heart skipped a beat when I noticed a bag, unzipped and open, with some of her clothes exposed. Next to them on the floor were some other clothes, perhaps dirty ones. With one quick glance I realized her panties were there on the pile. My cock jerked in my hand. I finished my pissing and turned on the faucet. Without thinking, I reached down and grabbed her panties. I knew I only had a few seconds. I turned it in my hand and noticed it was a purple cotton full back variety. It was well used. The gusset was crisp and her juices had discolored the area, and to my utter delight, was a little moist. I had never held a woman's worn panties in my life like this. I did, of course, handle my wife's at times doing the laundry, but this was different. A moist used pair of panties in my hand! I had only seen pictures and porn videos about this. I had only fantasized about this up until now. I Instinctively put it to my nose. Oh God! I felt like I had died and gone to paradise! I could smell her secretions, her juices, a hint of pee, the smell of sex, her sex! The tiny amount of this was enough to send me into a state of delirium. I couldn't control myself. My dick was throbbing in my underwear and straining to get out. Fuck! What to do? I took another quick whiff, put the panties back on the floor and left the bathroom.

She was standing next to a window and the light from the room and outside made her dress almost transparent. I could clearly see the shape of her body clearly now. The panties tight on her lower hips had accentuated the layer of fat and it bulged out of her. Then up to a slim waist and then again to a broad chest to support her huge boobs that were outlined clearly. Man! I am sure I came in my underwear, or at least a bit of precum must have oozed out from my thick, throbbing cock. I quickly sat down at the desk to work. I wanted to finish this and get back to my room. To get some decent amount of sleep. Who was I kidding? No. To think about Muskaan. To fantasize. To jerk off to her images implanted in my brain. Fuck!

We worked for about another hour, and became increasingly tired and sleepy. I for one could not concentrate. My whole attitude towards her changed. I saw her in a new light, and I felt a little bit of guilt. Here I was trying to help her get work done but increasingly noticing her body and how it would feel under my hands. My mind leaped a hundred steps in our relationship and started imagining how it would feel to fuck her! I belonged to that large percentage of Indian men that had sexual intercourse only with their wives. That was the norm for me. But Muskaan was so close! I imagined her thick, smooth thighs holding me in a vise like grip as I thrust mercilessly into her. My cock in her small, round mouth. Me sucking her huge tits. How her ass would feel on my hands so hard and smooth!

I wanted to lick her from head to toe, lick her cunt until she came. I wanted to see her sucking my cock and swallowing my cum. Man, my imagination ran wild! It was so difficult to concentrate on work. Goddamn! The smell and taste of her panties! Oh! Should I take another whiff on the pretext of going to the bathroom. My cock was straining against my shorts. Was she thinking of me in the same way?

Once we came to an agreement and a plan for the next day, I rose and stretched and cracked the bones in my back by twisting and turning. She did the same, but looked at me. I sensed that she was grateful for my help, but I did not know to what extent.

"Vikas. Thank you so much. I couldn't have done it without you, your help. I am still not sure of what to do tomorrow. It is all up to you, really. Thanks a lot, I really appreciate this."

"We will handle this tomorrow. No worries."

She hesitated. I really couldn't sense what was going on in her mind. As usual, with women it was almost impossible to fathom their thoughts.

She said, slowly and in a whisper, "Eh.. Vikas, do you think, do you have to.. I mean, can we.. you..." she trailed off.

"Muskaan. I have .. I would.. I never have been alone with.. I am.. Don't know.. I .." I stammered.

She took the initiative and stepped towards me. I was shocked. I was never in this situation in my life ever before. I had always fantasized about this. I always wanted to have a consensual extramarital affair with no strings attached or consequences. Was this the one I was waiting for?

But I put my arms out and hugged her to me and she held me tightly as well. This was a first for me. But my body did not react that way. My cock was stiff and hard, and I was very certain that she felt it. We both gasped as we made contact.

Would anyone else in my position have done the same? Would they have taken advantage of a girl in this situation? Would I be willing to cross the line and be an adulterer? So many questions! But I was clear, at least for now. I wanted to have sex with this woman. I was filled with lust and desire. I told myself, "No one would know, right? How could they? We will be OK!"

"Muskaan, I ..was not ready.. Prepared for ... this..!"

She was in the same situation. She blurted, "Vikas, me too.. Not sure.. I did not ..not planned.. I have never...Sorry! Vikas, lets just be together. Can you stay for awhile? We don't need to...have... sleep. No need to have, you know.. .sex.. Oh god!"

But as thoughts flashed at the speed of lightning through my head I acted as if in a trance. I did not want to lose this opportunity. Not after coming so close! I put my hands on her arms and felt her up and down. I knelt and ran my hands down her body and thighs and legs and back up again. I brought them quickly to her front and squeezed her boobs. She was still throughout these few seconds but was panting and gasping.

She cried our, "Vikas, the lights!!"

"Okay, let me get it," I said, and I ran to turn off all the lights. When I turned she was already seated on the bed, and as I reached her she lay down. I ripped the polo shirt off of me and dropped my pants too. I lay down next to her as if it was the most natural thing to do.

She reached out for me face and pulled me to her and kissed me on the mouth. I was shocked and surprised as her confidence. She ran her tongue on my lips, poking and imploring me to open my mouth. When I did, she snaked her tongue right in without any hesitation. For an instant I almost pulled out. The feel of her tongue on mine was electric! The shock of contact made us still for a moment. Then she started moving her tongue again, slowly savoring the sensation. I was reacting automatically. I allowed her tongue to play with mine, enjoying the new sensation, feel and taste of her. I pushed her tongue out and put mine in her mouth. This was new territory for me. Her taste was so different from my wife's. Her breath was hot as she blew in my face while we kissed. I was gasping and panting myself. I pulled out and looked at her.

She asked, "Oh Vikas, are you okay?"

"Yes, Yes! Oh! Muskaan! I am okay. I want this.. So nice..man, sorry this is happening so fast!"

"No. We need to be careful," she gasped, and looked at me.

I looked down at her and ran my hands on her dress over her body. I felt her thighs, and reached down and pulled her dress up.

"Oh, Vikas!" she gasped, but raised her torso and helped her dress up. I bunched it around her neck and gaped at her large, beautiful boobs.

I slammed my face on her tits and buried my face in her cleavage. I kissed her chest and rose and kissed her all over her upper body and then bent down and kissed and lapped her thick, beautiful thighs. Her panties, and her mound were the ultimate prize but I wanted to keep it until the last. She had by then removed her dress and her bra.

She stared at me expectantly as I looked at her huge breasts as they lay flat and spread on her chest. I gingerly touched one, and then the other, and kneaded them softly together. She gasped, "Ouch, Hayaa, oh ma!"

I squeezed her tits a bit more, and then bent down and took a nipple in my mouth. She panted, and squeezed her tit and offered it to me and held my head as it lapped and sucked. Her nipples were bigger than my wife's, surprisingly for a woman who had no kids yet. It tasted so different. I wanted to keep sucking them forever. I switched from one breast to another and continued sucking and kneading.

Her hands were not still. She ran then all over my back, and then hesitantly reached out to the front of my boxer shorts. When I realized what she was doing, I stopped sucking her tits and rose and looked down at her hand. She put it on my boxers and I felt her palm on my thick, throbbing, swollen dick. "Oh!" she gasped as she made contact. She realized what sort of underwear she was dealing with and confidently reached into the fly of my shorts and felt for my cock, and pulled it out and fisted it.

"Oh god! Vikas, so big and hard! So hot!" I put my hand on hers as she covered my cock and I stroked it along with her. What a feeling! She was only the second woman to touch my dick. She seemed to know what she was doing. She gaped at my cock, her eyes bulged as she moved her hand slowly up and down. I removed my shorts. She went to remove her panties, but I stopped her.

"Oh, Muskaan. I want to see you. I want to see your body, your panties, all of it. I want to see that!"

"Okay, come to the bathroom," she whispered.

I have seen my wife naked,of course. But Muskaan's body was different even though she was plump. She was young, and her flesh and muscles were tight. She took me by the hand and led me to the bathroom. I faced each other and I raked my eyes all over her body. Her tits were huge. There was a bulge at her belly and a small roll of fat on her hips above her panty. Her thighs were thick and she did have a gap. Her panties! Man! I have a panty fetish! I am a panty maniac! It was packed at her crotch. I could see her outer lips pushing against the fabric and the line of her cunt was outlined cleary. I took this all in within a few seconds.

She was not quiet either. She looked at my thick, black, veiny cock jutting at an angle from my belly and gasped, "Oy, ma. So big!" She reached out for my dick, but I stopped and turned her around and feasted my eyes on her ass. Her panties were tight against her cheeks. A wedgie ran halfway up her as crack. I bent down and kissed her cheeks.

"Oy, Vikas!" she sighed. I rose and pulled her panties down and she stepped out of them. Her ass was firm. The color of her skin where her thighs met her ass was very dark. I caught one ass cheek with each of my palms and spread them. I then pushed up and placed my throbbing dick on her ass crack, and ran the thick vein on the underside of my cock up and down the crack. I reached around with my hands and grabbed and squeezed her tits.

"Vikas, ah! Ah! Aaaah!" she hissed.

"Oh! Muskaan! This is incredible. Awesome. God! Fuck! I want this. I want to fuck you! Fuck! Fuck!" I whispered as I stroked my cock on her ass.

After a while, she turned around. I saw her mound. My cock almost exploded. I had only seen something like this in porn. Her mound was shaved. And her outer lips completely closed her cunt, and all that appeared was a very, very thin line. It was breathtaking.

"Oh fuck! Muskaan, fucking great. I love this!" I said and I turned my palm outward and cupped her mound.

She gasped at the contact. Both of us looked down as I ran my middle finger up and down her crack. Within a few strokes, we could feel the moisture coming out of her. I could not contain myself any longer. I knelt down and placed my mouth on her cunt.

I had never done anything like this. My wife gave me blowjobs but I never went down on her and she did not complain. She was always hairy, never shaving and I never asked her to.

The feel of a cunt on my mouth was unbelievable. She hissed, "Aiy...," as I made contact. I opened my mouth and let my tongue lap the line of her vagina up and down. She was moaning and gasping with each of my movements. As I reached the top, she put two fingers between her body and my mouth and parted her cunt lips. She was offering her clit to me! I could see and smell her clit. How can I explain the taste and the smell? Fuck! I was in heaven. She shrieked softly as I flicked her clit with my tongue. She held my head in place tightly and I kept licking, sucking and flicking her clit as I had seen many, many times in porn.

She was shaking. Her whole body was vibrating. "Oh, oh Vikas!" she sighed and grunted. She held my head steady as she moved forward and backwards, up and down. She was fucking my mouth with her clit and cunt. I moved down and poked asound with my tongue. I wanted to get into her hole and taste the juices coming from it. She reached down a bit with her hands and spread her cunt lips further and allowed my tongue to enter her.

"Oy,, Oy,, Ah! Ah!! " she screamed softly as she experienced my mouth on her hole. I inserted a finger in her hole and thrust it in and out. But I could feel her shaking and looked up to see her fingers feverishly pounding and rubbing her clit. Her head was thrown back, eyes were closed. With one hand she held me head to her mound and with the other she was masturbating, getting herself to climax with her fingers manipulating her clit.

"Ohhhhh, Ohhhhhhh, yesssssssss, yessssssss," she panted and hissed, and then all of a sudden she threw her body forward, bent at her waist and crushed my head into her cunt and yelled, "Ohhhhh maaaaaaa, fuuuuuuuk!" and she shook once, twice, three times and then collapsed on the bathroom floor.

I was amazed. I had not seen this being done before. She had her orgasm, right in front of me, right before my eyes, with my mouth on her cunt!

"Oh Vikas! Vikas! my .. oh god!!" she moaned.

I pulled myself up and got a big towel and spread it on the floor and she rolled over to it. I was dumbstruck. I ran my hands on her face and body. She opened her eyes and looked at me and then reached for my still hard cock. It felt like a long four by four piece of lumber, longer and thicker than I had ever felt before.

"Vikas, do you have a condom?"

"Me. Now? Here? No! Fuck! Fuck!" I screamed.

"It is okay. We have to be careful, Vikas," she said, and added, "We cannot have sex."

"What!?"

"But...," she continued, and raised her head and took my distended cock in her mouth. I almost died. She opened her mouth wide and took in my cock completely. I could see her lips stretched as she struggled with the girth. I almost blew my load. "Wait! Wait!" I yelled, and pulled out fast. "Uhhh, wait, I am not ready..ohh," I gasped. Then, after a few seconds I got into a more comfortable position. I knelt beside her and grabbed her head with both my hands and thrust my cock in. This felt staggering. I fucked her mouth like she was a rag doll and she took it all without complaining. I rammed her relentlessly, seeing my thick veiny cock getting lubricated with her spit.

"Ummmm, Ummmmm, Ummmmm." She moaned in tune with my thrusts. She did not give up even when I stopped. She used her tongue to poke at my hole, and I had to yell, "Oooh, wait! Fuck!" and I pulled out and gasped and held onto the wall for support. She was also panting, and gasping and her chest was heaving. She looked at me and then at me cock. She wiped the spit off her mouth with the back of her hand and waited expectantly. When my throbbing subsided and I felt like I will be able to handle a bit more of mouth-fucking her, I went to her and thrust my cock at her, obscenely. She did not wait. She went on her knees, put one hand on my ass for support and held me dick with the other and directed it into her mouth.

"Mmmm, so hard, so fat. I love it, the smell, the smell, Hiyo, ma," she managed to cry out. She then covered just the head of my cock with her mouth and fisted my cock with her hand flying up and down its length. I said it was obscene. But it was so erotic. I just looked down in awe as she expertly manipulated her tongue and mouth on my cock. She then took her hand and traced in up and down my ass crack. The she located my asshole and rested her fingers there for a moment then brought them in front and cupped my balls. Then, as I looked on in delight, she raised my cock up and away and took my balls in her mouth.

"God! Fuck! Muskaan, Yaaaa. Yessss," I rotated my torso in tune with her ministrations.

I then noticed that she had put her hand between her thighs and was stroking her mound once more. I pulled my cock out of mouth, and pushed her down on the towel. I moved down and inserted my finger in her cunt and proceeded to thrust it in and out. Her fingers were rotating on her clit rapidly and she was crying out, "uhhhh, uhhhh, uhhhh, aiiy, aiiiiiy!" Soon, to my amazement, she reached her second climax! She reached out with her other hand and grabbed my wrist with my fingers still in her cunt and held it tight, not allowing me to move. Her other hand continued to massage and rub her clit. She became still and let our a little yelp and double over and shook and vibrated all over. "Ah! Ah! Ah!" she responded to each heave of her body. And then she rolled over and looked up at me, and smiled. "Oh Vikas! That was awesome, AWESOMMMMME!" she beamed.

I kept looking at her flushed face She looked satisfied. Her lust quenched. I showed her my fingers, and she playfully patted it away.

By now, my cock was flaccid. I needed to piss. I told her to turn away and I stood at the bowl to piss. She laughed softly and turned away. After a while, I sensed some movement and I turned and was shocked to see her standing next to me while I was pissing! She said nothing and reached down and removed my hand, and took my dick in her fist and directed it onto the bowl. I could not do anything but watch and comply. My stream came out in torrents and as we both watched it splash into the bowl. When I was done, she gave my dick a few quick shakes! And laughed.

I took a towel and wiped my cock. But by this time it was hardening. I pulled her to me and she understood what I wanted. She held me around my hips for support and stroked my cock.

"You are a machine, Vikas. So big and hard for so long!"

"Fuck, Muskaan. I want to come. I want you to see me come." Then feeling confident, I said, "I want to come in your mouth, On your face and tits!" What the hell, I had nothing to lose. Might as well push the envelope as much as possible. She just giggled at this and shook her head.

I moved away from her so that the only contact between us was her fist on my swollen dick, stroking it slowly. "Oh, don't stop! Do it slowly. Yes, I am going to come!" I said. "Here it is. Keep doing it. Yes, Yes, Yes!!"

My cum shot out of my cock. The first spurt was small. "Come on, don't stop!!" I screamed. The next four spurts came one after the other and were huge. My cum ejected in long ropes and the streams flew up and away and splattered on the floor. It was a fantastic release! Oh what a feeling! Both of us were locked on my cock and her hand as I came. The fifth, sixth and seventh spurts were a little weaker and some of my cum came on her wrist. As me cum died, she bent down and, incredibly, opened her mouth and started jerking my cock. My last two spurts were only drops, but they landed on her tongue as she extended it out of her mouth. As I gaped, she took her tongue in and swallowed those last few drops.

"Fucking hell, Muskaan. You are incredible, unbelievable, fucking great!" I managed to gasp, and I too flopped down on the towel, too drained and weak to stand up. She was laughing softly as she rose and rinsed her mouth at the sink.

Within five minutes I was lying face up on the bed, and her head was on my chest and my arm around her. Both of us were naked. I could feel her cunt on the side of my thigh.

She started the conversation. "Screw the presentation! Screw the client! Fuck! Let's just stay in!"

We both laughed at this knowing fully well she was joking.

"First thing you do tomorrow," she said, "Go get some condoms."

"What!" I exclaimed.

"Yes. I want to fuck. Get some condoms. Get lots of them. Don't you want to?" she looked up.

"Yes!"

"Yes, what?" she asked. She wanted me to say it.

"Yes, Muskaan. I want to fuck you every which way! All day!"

She giggled at this. "Did you think it will come to this? When we met, when the meeting started?"

"No way!" I said, "Not even when we came to your room."

"What happened, then," She asked.

I said, "Well, YOU happened. You came on to me. You hugged me!"

"No! No Way! Did you not want to do it. Admit it! Yes! What? When?"

So I told her, what the hell. "You know, you, your dress and all that. I could see everything."

She laughed, "Oh! My! What else?"

"Okay, I admit. I was tired and stressed. I started imagining being with you. Maybe even fucking you. But I did not know we'd do it. All I knew for certain is that I'd have gone back to my room and jerked off thinking about you."

"Really?"

"Really. What else could I have done. Forced you? Enough about me, what about you? When did you start fantasizing about me?"

"Don't know. Maybe around the same time, in my room. You were brilliant at the meeting today, and the way you handled the work tonight was awesome. Cut through the clutter and crap and focussed on what needs to be done. I could not have done it by myself. And your body, in that polo shirt and shorts. Man! You are a package!"

I laughed, and she continued, "I am glad you stayed. I am lucky you did. Look at me.. I am not pretty or sexy or smart. I never will be. If you had not stayed, I'd have done the same."

"Muskaan, you are smart and pretty. Sex is in the mind. You can bring the sexiest girl to a man, and he may not fuck her, you know. Its mental. And don't short sell yourself. Handle the presentation like I told you and you will be fine. And what do you mean, you'd have done the same? You mean, you'd...do it by .. yourself... I mean, fingering..."

"Uff!" she giggled. "Maybe. Maybe you, or someone else, or something else."

"Muskaan! Don't tell me you also watch porn!" When she giggled again at this, I continued, "Oh My, here I thought is this quiet little woman from back home, and look how you are turning out to be!"

"Hey, quiet girls need sex too, you know. Quiet girls also finger.. and mastrubate like other girls!"

"And more power to them, and no harm done." I said. "Hope you are taking precautions watching porn in your hotel room?"

"Like what? Not go online, use another computer, download files for use later etc? Yes, yes, I know all that."

I asked, "So can you tell me what you watch? What is your fetish? Old-young? Lesbian? What?"

She just laughed again, and shook her head. "You know, you did not tell me what made you change your mind and stay. You said you were stressed out. That is not..."

"Okay, Okay. I will tell you if you tell me what you jerk off to. Okay? I went to the bathroom, remember? And I saw your panties, the purple one, on the floor. That was the switch, the trigger, I think!"

"So. You have a panty fetish."

"No. No way," I lied, what the hell. "This is the first time it happened. I don't go around looking at girls panties. Your turn."

"Hmm Hmmm, no way!" she giggled. "Somethings stay in the vault."

"Okay, fair enough. I like your panties by the way. I might take one for keepsake."

"I knew it. I knew it!" she smiled.

We were quiet for a while. Then she asked, "Vikas, have you done this before?"

"No way! This is my first time. Honestly, I thought it would be difficult to get to be in this situation. And I thought it would mess me up in my head. But I think I am okay and clear headed. It was a bit of a rush, but now I am reconciled. You?"

"Of course not! This is my first time with anyone other than Amir, my husband. I was afraid, but surprised at how easy it was with you. I am clear as well."

We were quiet for a while. Then she asked, "Vikas, is your wife, I mean your sex life.. Is it ... fine, is it okay?"

"Oh yeah, regular stuff. We have been married for twenty year now. Things get slow and then start up again. You know how it is. So far so good. Why? How about you and..."

"Yeah we are fine, I guess. Actually, no. I think I am a bit fast for him, you know. I mean, I want it more often, but he ... I mean he is good when we do it, you know.. But it seems like it is not important for him anymore. He sees as a chore..." she trailed off.

"He .. you will get over it, Muskaan," I tried to console her.

"Not sure. Actually, his mom and he, they want a child, and. and I have not, we have not conceived yet, you know."

"Muskaan, I am sorry."

"No. What can you do. So I think he feels its a waste, you know, having sex, when I can't..."

"Are you sure there is nothing wrong with him..."

"No," she replied. "The doctors said it could be him or me or both. I have some low fertile window or some such thing, and he has low sperm, something zoo, something or the other. So, there we are. You have kids, Vikas?"

"Yes, one twelve year old boy."

She laughed, "Lucky you!" then she became pensive. "When we were married we fucked like rabbits. We did everything. I let him do anything and everything with me. You know how young guys are. But he doesn't believe in contraception or using condoms so we thought I'd be pregnant soon. But no. He seemed to have lost interest, at least in me, by about five months."

"Hey, sorry!"

"No, no. Not sure why I am telling you this. But I know he..you know, what do you say, jerks off. Almost daily. I know he does. In the bathroom, at night, any time. He is suspicious of the Internet, but has a stack of magazines. He keeps them locked, but I can get in. He doesn't know. He says he is working in the attic, but I know. I have confronted him, but it's a man's world so he gets away with it. I told him I'd do anything."

Then she said,"He has a panty fetish, you know. Like you!" and she laughed softly.

"Now, Listen, I don't have.."

"Okay, Okay, I was just joking. I think he likes candid pictures of women in their panties and bras. Is that a thing, do you know?"

I just shrugged.

"He masturbates and finished off on the magazines. I see pages stuck to each other. These are special ones I think. I see all middle-eastern girls and women there...I did not know girls back home did this sort of thing...," she trailed off, but was watching me for my reaction.

I shrugged again, "Hey, the things we don't know..."

"It's also his mom pressuring him. Says he is still young and can get married to someone else. I think that might be the answer for both of us. He gets married to a baby-making machine and I to a love-making machine! Ha ha!," she laughed. "Enough about my sex life, how about yours?"

When I did not budge, she ventured, "I'll tell you about my porn habits if you tell me ..."

I just laughed out loud, "You are getting a bargain. Well, we married late. My wife is just a year younger than me. We were well set in our ways when we married so we did not experiment much. Standard sex, had a kid, and then downhill from there. Now we have occasional sex."

She said, "Looks like both of us were desperate," and laughed.

I said, "Yeah. Like the days before I was married. Some guys went to, you know, prostitutes, some got girl friends, others like me, we just waited to get married. Fantasized, watched porn, jerked off!"

She moved her head, and said, "Sounds like me, nowadays. Do you, you know, do it?"

"Yes, when I feel like it."

"When was the last time?" she asked.

"Whoa. Rather personal, no?"

"What, personal? We just.." she started.

"Okay, Okay. I actually don't remember," I lied. In fact I remember very clearly. It was two nights ago, and I had a particular cute brunette who worked at the hotel reception in mind at that time. Tight ass, visible panty line, small boobs, good lips and a great smile.

"Hmm, I believe you. Guys set up time on their calendar to wank, is what I heard."

"Not this guy! Ok, you said you'd tell me your porn fetish. What are you addicted to?"

"Ha Ha! Well this and that. Only straight though. Can't stomach gay or lesbian for some reason."

"And?"

"Well, also, solo stuff, you know, guys and girls wanking," she giggled. "Now you think I am a freak, no?"

"No, not at all. I think you are normal, we are normal. What else can we do?"

"Vikas, do you think we will be together, I mean after this, this project?"

"Don't know, Muskaan. We'll see, right? Whatever is right is what we should do. Not hurt the ones we, you know, have in our lives. Yes?"

Then she moved slightly away from me. She took my hands off of her shoulders and laid it down palm facing upwards near me. And then she once again surprised and amazed me by mounting my hand. She lay on her stomach and raised her torso and placed her cunt on my middle finger. And pushed down. She was a little tight, but I guess all that talk of sex excited her and I could feel a bit of moisture there. And as I looked on she impaled herself on my fingers. And closed her eyes, and rested her head on the pillow next to my shoulder and put her arm around my neck. It was incredible! I was watching her masturbate again! And she let me. She was using me.

She hissed into my ear, "Oh Vikas, beautiful, god, its lovely. Stay like that." She ground her cunt on my fingers. She raised and fell, she rotated as she reached the lowest point. Soon she was plowing very fast, and her mid-section was a blur. And then she stopped to take a break.

"Oy, maa, hai, allah," She said. Then she raised her head from my shoulders and moved a bit and kissed my chest. She did not mind that it was very hairy. She then put out her tongue and licked my nipple. And then she sucked on it.

It was an exhilarating feeling. I have to confess that I had never had that done to me. I don't really know why I did not ask this of my wife or why she did not do it herself. Seeing Muskaan sucking on my nipples was phenomenal. She moved from one nipple to the other. And then with her mouth steady on one nipple, she started grinding her cunt again on my fingers. Within minutes she reached her climax. She let go of my nipple, raised her head and moaned softy, "Oyiii, ahhhh, ahhhhhh, fuuuuuuuuuk!" Our eyes locked but she was looking into the middle distance, focussed completely on her orgasm. And when it hit her, she closed her eyes and her whole body rocked multiple times, She banged her fist lightly on my chest as wave after wave of orgasmic delight rushed over her.

When at last it was over, she rolled off of me and said, "Oh Vikas, you are incredible!" I actually did nothing of note, If you'd ask me, but whatever.

She drifted off to sleep and so did I, but not before noticing that I had time for about three hours of sleep. I woke up and dressed and left Muskaan sleeping. I went to a coffee shop round the corner and then to an all-night pharmacy. The goth looking girl at the checkout counter did not even bat an eyelid as I presented my purchases for check out - Toothbrush, Toothpaste and a box of condoms, K-Y Jelly. Perhaps she was nearing the end of her shift, or perhaps she did not give a shit.

I went back upstairs to Muskaan's room. The whole trip had taken fifteen minutes max, and she was still asleep. We had time, the presentation was not until late morning.

I undressed, and lay down beside her. I lifted the sheets and saw she had her panties back on. It was tight against her ass cheeks, and the material between her thighs was squeezed into a thin line. I could see her cameltoe from behind and noticed some wet spots on it.

I pulled down my boxers and my cock jerked outwards. It was throbbing, hard, and swollen again, thinking of what transpired last night. I pulled her panties down and placed my hard dick on her ass cheeks and started rubbing up and down.​