Coquetry # 2005.09

from confusion to fusion...

 

 

16th and 17th September 2005

 

Two days of confrontation in the capital of the Land of Kings in North-Western India.

 

Coquette Minutiae

Name

Vineeta

Model

January 1980

 

Location

Pink City, India

 

Profession

Assistant Bank Manager

 

Persona

Adorable, stunning and shy

 

 

My foremost and absolute authentic chronicle begins from the time when my first-n-last girl-friend betrayed me by marrying someone else and leaving me alone in this miniature world.

 

It was the month of May in the year 2005, when the entry of Vineeta, re-accelerated my life through the cyber cosmos as an initiator and later fueled by the digital and analog signals of our cell phones.

 

Our first phonetic communication was roughly about half an hour and was constituted on one Saturday evening around 8:20pm. Initially, it was a casual introductory exchange with some repeated usual interrogations “why you e-mailed me?” ….. “Why you only choose me?” ….. “From where you got my email addresses?” ….. “Which forwarded mails?” ….. “Listen I am talking to you only because, at present, my parents are not at home, otherwise I am not that type of a girl… I don’t intermingle with guys….!” etcetera etcetera…. However my genuineness, legitimacy, expertise and my sweet (according to many females) voice were enough to gain trust for an undiscovered fresh personality.

 

“I am not that type of a girl…” this invariably makes me to think, why most of the females always give an additional stress on this phrase, while fusing with a stranger? Is this a sign of xenophobia…? I don't think so…. or is it a self-confirmation that they don't belong to that segment of society, the strumpet segment? Apparently the deduction of the statement is pretty obvious to the masculine gender, but still they always proclaim, “they didn’t mean/say/think that”.

 

Slowly with time, we became good friends by sharing almost everything with each other. One of the significant information shared, which converted her ionic bond of friendship & trust to covalent, is that both of us were kicked by our former beloved. Even so, this data point was futile for me, as during those days my derivation from life was “never trust women and their false promises”, which I think still holds true to an extent.

 

Soon, she started loving to interact with me, when she came to know about my tremendous dependable love which I had for my previous partner, as I wept many times while narrating her past love and betrayal tales, over the phone.

 

Abruptly, one day her threshold for patience broke, and she finally said, “V.BAg…. I am in love with you…, and you are the one; The Love of my life!!!” Being kicked by a woman earlier, this love proposal was a sudden shock for me, i.e. to enter into the love games again, as neither, I am a monk nor did I want to echo my past slipup!!

 

So my answer was, I don’t believe in such love logics and dynamics; if you wish to resume this as a convention friendship, I will be with you, otherwise let’s terminate it now.

 

I strongly believe in any practice, individual’s ground rules and protocols plays a crucial role and so does V.BAg’s who additionally acknowledges honesty and straightforwardness chit-chats without any double roles. In short, either Talk? Or Terminate?

 

But those declarations were not enough for her, to alter her infatuated footsteps, and she said, she is not asking me to love her rather she will continue loving me. Moreover, she is sure enough that one day, she will make me say, “I love her too”.

 

This no-name relationship continues for more than two months during which we also shared our snaps. She was an average looking girl and in the flash, I didn’t find her beautiful. Still I continued the telephonic interactions, as I didn’t want to hurt her, that too by arguing on her looks, which are altogether deceptive.

 

Time supported me to compose a quote “The closer you go towards the nature, the lesser you relish its beauty, and so is the case with women. - V.BAg”

 

With time, our pasts flushed out from our memories, and we soon got involved into the second stage “The Erotic Stage”, which further helped me to know her sphere’s size, which were 34C, her 28cm waistline, her pubic hairs which she had never shaved and her armpits, which were clean. Soon, telephonic pleasure was a frequent thing for us; we used to kiss, smooch and even had virtual copulation many times with the aid of electromagnetic waves.

 

Further, she took assurance, to have a meeting at her place somewhere in Rajasthan this year, which I did, as by now I had realized her true love cum devotion for me. An added modus operandi, never break promises, since I deem “never commit more than your capabilities, especially to a woman”. But keeping this love & hatred at my Hyundai’s back seat, I demanded, that whenever we collide, I’ll rehearse all the sex songs which we used to sing on our Sony Ericsson and Nokia gizmos except the real hardcore. Except real hardcore, yeaaah… you read it right, being my first amatory encounter, neither I was crazy for hardcore nor much inclined, as oral jerk-off’s and foreplay was more than adequate for me in my early twenties.

 

At last, the day arrived when I gave a prank to my project manager and got sanctioned my two pleasurable days of leaves for Thursday & Friday, to catch the Ajmer express train. The 28 hours of boring journey was much more uncertain than the Heisenberg’s uncertainty principle with the practical questions like:

 

# Will she meet-up or not?

# Actions to be taken, if she doesn’t turn up?

# How to spend one and half day in an unfamiliar town, without even a single friend?

 

And many more, including hotel accommodations, etc. since, it was neither an official trip nor a family vacation. I am sure folks of my age, can sense this pain, as constructing an itinerary was not as easy as pie, as it is in the present decade. After further analysis and mitigating a few of the known uncertainties to an extent, with the dimensions of luck & destiny, I finally boarded the Ajmer Express from Pune, leading me to the Ajmer railway station at next evening of 15th September 2005.

 

 

 

Day # 0

 

Soon I entered the pink city via Jaipur-Ajmer National Highway Number # 8 and started my exploration for a hotel, along with the assistance of a taxi operator. After some scouting, I froze onto a moderate priced hotel near to the railway station.

 

Immediately after checking into the hotel at around 11.00 PM, I messaged her, my hotel name and room number along with the address details and started waiting for the next mysterious morning.

 

 

 

Day # 1

 

Sharp at 9:00 AM, the multiple resonance of the electronic doorbell forced me to open the gate, only in my towels and a full sleeves shirt with few of the upper buttons open. In the first sight, I was totally astonished and delighted to see the beautiful divine with innocent and charming looks, in her sexy pink colour salwar-kameez with white stole, at the inlet of the hotel room. After quick addressing and confirmation in few nanoseconds, the lady entered into the room like a hurricane and placed her bag, hand accessories and scooter helmet onto the TV trolley & tables and parked herself on the couch and started monitoring my routine tasks, which were entirely blocked & disturbed since her arrival, as I was feeling coy and was behaving disparately.

 

She was sitting on the sofa with her legs crossed making the semi framework of the DNA double helix, along with her sandals, which were supported on the wooden furniture, and started playing with the TV remote.

 

For the first time, we established our in-person conversation, but now there were some variations ironically from my end. I don't know the true reason behind that, but I was very much nervous, unconfident and kind of anxious, similar to my analog and digital communication engineering exam viva.

 

I believe sharing bread or booze brings people close and makes them comfortable, so I ordered to have my awaited breakfast with her, to bridge the gap. While having our breakfast, she asked for the restroom which gives me ample time to replace my towels with trousers, as, until now I was only in my towel and full sleeves shirt with some top buttons open.

 

Quickly after coming back from the bathroom, she asked for some skull analgesics. On asking the reason, she said she hadn’t slept since the last couple of nights, as she was equally excited to meet and somehow was not able to believe the fact, that a guy is altogether coming to Jaipur, to meet her.

 

Till the date neither I am a migraine sufferer nor a pharmacist, so I denied by offering her a better replacement of touch therapy for her headache, initially she refused mischievously but agreed after few minutes, on my urge.

 

That was my first physical touch to the stunning soft and hot girl, but that too on her forehead. She was lying on the pillow, which was sandwiched between my lap and her forehead. The majestic eyes of the 34 inches melons were closed. When I was massaging her head, I crossed the fringe of my patience and granted a kiss on her forehead and afterwards her cheeks. As she was not prepared for my this abrupt act, so she quickly stand up and tried to park her big round bums on the couch, perhaps this time I prevented her in doing so, and pulled her back on the couch, impishly she started protesting but with a prankish smile.

 

Unlike the poles of the magnet, now I was getting attracted towards her carnal beauty & innocent face, as a result I again presented her a sweet kiss on her cheek by holding both her hands, to avoid the rescue of a charming lady from the lusty rowdy. Then I relocated the co-ordinates of my lips from her cheeks towards her rose petals like lips, and awarded her with a wet-n-wild smooch, which in turn reciprocated her line graph of disapproval towards approval, and we finally had a super exotic and erotic squeezed long hug.

 

Thereafter, I squeezed her round big balloons over her dress and in parallel tasted her neck. When I tried to enter my hand inside her kameez to feel the splendid round balls, we heard couple of bangs on our door. This sudden disturbance to our amour cadence was too distasteful; she quickly rushed into the bathroom to shield her, and I opened the door to check the devil. I giggled at myself to see my enemy at the doorstep equipped with broom and other house cleaning tools. Saying no to him and after re-bolting the door, I commanded her to come out as everything is clear and rewinds the frame to the same scene.

 

Finally, I inserted my hands inside her kameez and sense the feel of her marvelous spheres over her pinkish bra. The feeling was simply amazing. I again embraced her and now unzipped the backside zip of her kameez to set it free. She was looking very provocative in her pink apparel. Her exposed beauty soon amplified, when her second fabric betrayed her and leaving her melons open in front of the lusty eyes. Seeing a topless woman in private is invariably highly tempting thing and that too if she was lying on the bed and making an eye contact with her partner. I started kissing and licking her light-brown areola and tits, which were now erected. She was equally kissing me like a wild cat all over my hairy chest and nipples, which were uncovered by now.

 

After sucking her “x” axis for almost half an hour, I shifted my locus towards her “y” co-ordinates, and unknot the strings of her salwar, which took nearly a minute to untangle. The view of a sexy innocent topless babe only in her in light purple cotton panties was simply miraculous and unexplainable. She then removed my under-shorts and holds my weapon in her small palms, which was by of now transformed into a hulk. The feel of her folded palms around my tank was much better than the self-contact. After some too and fro movements by her, the monster ejaculates for the first time, and the viscous was now all over her stomach and upper part of the panties. This occurrence gives me a pleasant opportunity to unfold her cotton fabric, and I slide them down towards her ankles and within picoseconds, it escaped out from the orbit of her body planet.

 

The sight of her unshaven vertical lips cleared all my misconceptions regarding the holy place because of watching thousands of hardcore movies since eight standards. Eventually, I removed her hands, which were safeguarding the panorama of the smashing garden, to scrutinize the new paradise. At first, I separated her shaggy vertical lips sideways with my thumb and index finger, to view the battlefield, and rubbed her rose petals slowly and kissed the entryway softly. Later, I tried to insert my middle finger inside the depth but the insertion in the wrong hole was awful, and subsequently she directed my finger to the correct channel. The accurate penetrations of the middle followed by the ring finger, along with her aromatic lubrication, facilitate the gain of momentum of my fingers to give her an immense fingering pleasure.

 

By the time, she was also occupied and started playing with my gizmo by moving it to and fro with her soft palms. With her agile mechanical moments and my swift fingerings, at last, we both jerked off subsequently with the varying aaaahhhhhh…. aaaahhhhhh…. aaaahhhhhh…. aaaahhhhhh…. acoustics, which I believe was the wonderful representation of the Doppler’s effect, I ever felt.

 

She took the towel and started cleaning my wet rock and immaculate her cunt too. With some deep kisses, smooches and hugs, at last I tore the moods packet, to have my raincoat, to shield each other from the upcoming storm. She grabbed the latex in her hands and after a short kiss on the top, put the elastic ring on the circumference of my hard rock and happy to see the new look of my rubber fabricated rock. Then I pushed her backward to get laid on her back on the pillow with her legs stretched. She was participating equally and was eagerly excited to start the ride to the new world. It took me around 300 seconds to grease her hole with my saliva as an alternative to the Vaseline and penetrated my pole deeply inside the right canyon, with an impelling jerk.

 

In her birthday suit, she was outspread with disarrayed hairs and shaking melons, and both her hands were holding me tightly from my waist and strongly pushing me towards her. With both my hands on the mattresses and lower body located between her fleshy thighs, my tool was screwing her hard deep inside her jungle, meanwhile I also started tasting her alcoholic lips. After driving a vehicle this is the second best example I discovered for the perfect harmony between the brain cells and body’s multiple physical movements.

 

The impulsive involvement of my piston with her small cylinder makes her explode after twelve fifteen vigorous strokes, and her acoustic’s engine was now on the high volume which I muted by placing my lips over hers, resulted in the first cracking orgasm of the virgin vagina.

 

After exhaustion, she kept her head over my hairy chest and rolling her fingers and palms on my lower abdomen and softly squeezing my bat and the balls, and initiated crazy communication, “V.BAg I am in love with you! Can we think to spend our lives together? What are your future plans?” Oh... my gosh…. if I was familiar with the future, that fucking her will lead to this idiotic round of a questionnaire, I would have rather chosen masturbation. So, instead of expressing my negative emotions, which might lead to anger, and ultimately the start of another crap communication, I tactfully answered, sweetheart, the future belongs to those who enjoy their present, so let’s now arrange our positions to a new style - the doggie style to have fresh delectation.

 

Soon, the naked beauty bends over the bed on her hands and folded her knees, with her balloons facing towards the bed-sheet, and made the perfect bitchy sight. The ravishing skin of her round bums with the view of bloated cunt, re-invited my tiger to enter the cave. Rolling another piece of latex on my shaft, I pushed the same, hard into her cunt. Now her butts were just performing like the crankshafts of an external combustion engine, one-half rotation when her butt was moving ahead and remaining, while coming back. With our new rubber impetus along with the petroleum jelly fuels, the acceleration of the frictionless ride to heaven was rising rapidly. After burning hundreds of kilo calories by both the subjects, we were now forced to stop our rapid trains with the discharged spark plug & socket on a noisy platform. By now, my stainless steel builds was transformed into a wrought-iron piston and similar was the case with her fired misty cylinders.

 

By now, the watch was displaying 1:30 PM, and we decided to order our lunch in the room itself. Instead of entering into the loop of asking her food likes, dislikes and mapping it to mine. I asked her to make an order of her choice, except the mushrooms, by reminding her that she was already having the same since morning. Veritably I don't like mushrooms, and want to exclude it from order.

 

Some minutes later, after the exercise of placing order, taking delivery and consumption of food, she gently held my soft weapon and positioned it into a new cold furnace where her saliva and tongue twisters done a perfect job to transform the cast iron into stainless steel. Now I asked her to come over me, which was painful for her initially, as the monster is trying to enter the dry channel again. However, after the calibration of the pole into the right hole, she started enjoying her second ride, like a slutty jockey with lots of noise. With the resonance of the hard shots, we again had a short fantastic round of sexual congresses, resulting in the amalgamation of both of our orgasmic liquids simultaneously.

 

Again, she repeated the posture where she was resting on my hairy chest and fondling my hairs, but this time she demanded to leave for her home, since she has to reach home before 5 pm. Those words were sounding so nice to me, as I had already jerked several times since morning and was done with my sexual appetite for the day. But showcasing her, my another variant, I asked her to stay for some more time, as I don't want her to leave, but she denied and started searching for her insider and outsider apparels, to dress up. After getting ready, we concluded our day with few more kisses and hug. Later, I escorted her to downstairs to the parking lot, where her scooter was parked, within a jiffy, she covered her face with her white scarf and black helmet, and we adjourned with a note that she will come an hour early next morning, as I have to catch the return train by noon.

 

As the weather was pleasant so instead of going back to my hotel room, I thought to give the call to my curious Pune roommates, as there were many missed calls and texts by them. Instead of the regular “hello...” greeting the call started with “dude…. what's the news?” with some background tittering laughs of my more well-wishers. I quickly narrated them the summarized version of the day and ended the call, with a promise that will unfold the details once I am back to city.

 

I started roaming around with no set objective, and landed to a nearby restaurant instead of hotel outlet, for my dinner. After my food, I went to my room and completely undressed myself and dropped myself naked on the bed for a carefree sleep. But how can one have a good sleep, if he had a woman in his life, that too who had just shared her bed with you. The chatterer called me on my hotel landline as that was STD free for her, and was ready with another set of questioning, “How you felt today?, Did you liked me?, Was I able to satisfy your needs?” Uufffff... so many other immaterial heads, but I responded patiently and lied her that let's talk tomorrow, by saying that I have to go down for my dinner and have to sleep afterwards.

 

 

Day # 2

 

I was sleeping completely naked and viewed an ugly dream, that I missed my return train to Pune. That catastrophe was abruptly ended by the sound of the doorbell with few parallel rings on my mobile phone. I rejected the call, as the caller was my yesterday’s bed babe and looked at the mobile display which was exhibiting 7:45 am. The lady seems to be 15 minutes before the said time, and I am still on bed. Uufffff…… why the hell I asked her to come an hour before? I was regretting my decision, but suddenly I recalled the nightmare of losing my train, that quickly energized me, and I walked nude to the doorstep to grant her the room access. She was astonished and happy to see me rubbing my eyes that too entirely unclothed with a soft swinging pendulum. She entered the room with a spicy smile, and I locked the room again for our next round of iterations and moved to the bathroom for a speedy tooth cleansing.

 

Coming back from the bathroom to the room, I now started scanning the gorgeous, which was in her navy blue denims with a tight bright-red top, which was fine enough to impart perfect shape to her embossed bums and melons. In lieu with the last day’s innocent looks, she was contrasting really hot and more appealing today.

 

As I was looking for my half-pants to sheet the dangling snake, she evenly was engaged in unpacking some snacks which she had bought in some paper bags. The appetizing of the pink city’s renowned, the onion kachori’s & the samosa’s made me amazed, and I candidly asked her to pass-on the mouth-watering plate to the hungry mouth.

 

We had our yummy breakfast together, and the sweetheart in blue jeans, was snooping the hungry bare man and seems to be more interested to play with her teddy bear again. With a juicy smile, she cleansed her oily hands and started giving me a flabby hand-job.

 

I witnessed an excellent apprehension of “Abraham Maslow’s hierarchy of needs”, by a simultaneous fulfillment of two of the most prime human needs together, the food and the sex. Before she demanded to take the soft candy in her juicy mouth, I excused her for a minute to clean my greasy hands. Soon the desperate couple was back on the bed with uncivilized craziness, and now I started sucking her wet juicy lips, while my hands were feeling and squeezing the jumbo melons over her red transpicuous fabric.

 

Now I removed her top and detached her belt, which was arresting her super tight jeans. As the clock was showing 9:00 AM by now, and my return train was at 12:15 PM, otherwise I certainly questioned her, about her competency to penetrate her fleshy thighs in this skin-tight Jean? At last, I give up and eventually she herself had to evacuate her tight textiles from the heavy hips.

 

After seeing the stunning beauty in her matching black colored lingerie, I lost my senses and started sucking her neck and cleavage. She was wilder and horny today and signalized me to entertain her nipples by rolling-up left cup of her black bra. My head was now rested on her aromatized shaved underarms with my teeth biting her tits, and my fingers were adjusting in tucking inside her vertical lips over her cushy panties. This delight made her to lose control, and she emergently modified the positions to sixty-nine, by now my devil was inside her comfortable mouth, and my teeth were now scratching her love hole over her panties. I must declare that she was a quick learner, as she was now giving me a wonderful deep throat sucking, in parallel her palms were busy loving my nuts. With plenty of luscious love, sucking and caring, I projected my viscous load inside her mouth, though the bank manager was not ready for my premature deposits, but being the privileged account holder, she took the same with a high interest. Neither I am competent nor aware, how a prosperous writer would frame this terrific delightful instant, when a woman swallows man cum? ..... As being a new writer, I am finding it too difficult to express my magnificent feeling in words.

 

She was reacting gladly, since she had witnessed herself to a naughty strumpet over the bed. Now I slide her straps to withdraw the jumbo’s and started cuddling the soft boobies. She was fondling my chest hairs with her fair fingers and started requesting me to stay with her, for one more day, by giving some cheesy unrealistic plans and commutation suggestions, to catch some other train. I made her mouth shut by overlapping my mouth with her, and put my toes inside the elastics of her panty to thrust the guardian down to her ankles.

 

The lusty lady was totally naked by now, and I was surprised to see that the gorgeous yard was clean shaved this time. The views of her neat and fine pussy with pink lips were enough to pull my fingers and eventually the tongue inside the fleshy depths, interim she was beside and was engaged in shaping my pistol back to rifle.

 

Ultimately, we put the protective latex on the plug, which is now ready to be placed in her electrifying socket. She signalized me to lie on my back as she wants to drive the dragon. The knight-rider was violently riding and was making nasty supersonic sounds adding extra pleasure to the driveway. Her jerking boobs and turbulent black hairs was a perfect view a man needs to satisfy his intimate excitations. With some additional magnitude and force, finally the Desi discharged her fluid with a heavy orgasm and parked her mounts on my shaggy chest.

 

Since, for my departure only an hour was left, so instead of waiting and exploiting more energy for my climax ejaculation, I dislocated her from my body and asked her to sit back and relax, since I have to take my bath to get ready, as the hotel checkout formalities were also in the stack, to which she consorted by joining me in the shower.

 

The warmly water is now running over the nude couple and first time I was under the shower with a naked sensational woman. The water droplets travelling from her face over to her milky big mangos and then over her belly-button and finally ending the hypnotic journey on her pussycat, exaggerated her beauty and gave me a memorable bathing experience.

The movement of her soft hands and rinsing of the aromatic foam over my body and lower bellies, groomed my rock-star for another musical concert.

 

Quickly, I navigated my boatman insider her boat. The fluidic drive over the soapy surface was super smooth with an engagement of our last latex. After some deep strokes, I evacuate my magma inside her within a couple of minutes.

 

With a light lip kiss and a tight squeeze, finally we cleaned ourselves and get dressed. As the clock hands were about to intersect, I felt like to caliber the Parkinson's Law which states "work expands so as to fill the time available for its completion", with the refined specialized V.BAg’s variant “Sexual activities expands, so as to fill the time and space available until the last climax”.

 

Without wasting further time on crumby talks, I finally packed my bag, and we cleared the room for the checkout. She moved to the parking lot with her handbags and helmet, and I remained in the hotel lobby to clear the bills. I wasn't aware that a financial damage was waiting for me at the reception. The hotel desk-clerk asked me to pay an additional thousand bucks with exoneration that this reputed hotel didn’t allow female guests for the full day in their customer’s rooms; I readily negotiated the pillage in half the price, without entering into argument radicals.

 

At the vehicle parking lot, I had to call her to trace the spider-woman, as she was waiting with her covered face with scarf and helmet, with only visible eyes. The cordial personality offered me the back seat of her pink colored two-wheelers, but in dark grey denims with black t-shirts and black travelling bag over my shoulders, I refused, to be the batman accompanying the spider-woman, instead hired an auto-rickshaw for the railway station. She drives analogously in-line with the auto-rickshaw and accompanied me till the final destination.

 

The train was on the platform prior to a specified schedule, and as soon as we reached to my reserved 2-tier air-con berth, altogether she exploded suddenly started crying in a sinusoidal fashion, with high decibels at an interval of every five seconds followed by low decibels. I was not at all prepared to play the role of a mollycoddle in public vicinity, but had no other choice for this stressful event. I pulled her towards my shoulder and started cuddling her hairs to bootstrap the weeping eyes. First time I realized that departing for someone can be of real painful, that too for a person, who does not belong to your family.

 

The few last words of the shedding tears were “I know you will not come to meet me again, so please take me along with you and marry me”. Perhaps I had never thought to meet her again in life, but her adorable and passionate love was provoking me to recommit her for next confrontation. We both were experiencing an utter silence, though there were a lot of typical railways surrounding chaos. At last, the minute arrived when we have to finally disunite ourselves with some unfinished answers, as the engine was ignited and started slowly pulling the rest of the bogies on the rails.

 

With a jiffy good-bye kiss on her cheeks, I promised her to meet again, sometime in near future……….

 

Dear Reader,

Thank you, for devoting your time to my first book and Coquetry # 2005.09.

Wish you enjoyed my first sexual confrontation and hope it acted like another catalyst for some of your mechanical movements, which triggered your buried intimate desires from the stack of V. BAg.

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Acknowledgements

Enormous credit to RN#17, whose astonishing English language domination and fascinating artistic compositions skills, enhanced the version.

 

And, like to equally thank GangS for his expert outlook and review contributions to this first coquetry.

 

Last but not the least, the technology and little software’s applied to frame and lift the literature layout and lexicons.

 

Letters crystallization in progress, for next coquetry……!