An Evening with the Girls - 1
The introductions and the debt
Edit: 18-Dec-2023
When I had started writing about this evening, I didn’t know that it will turn out to be one of my hottest stories on After a Good Date. This story is about an evening with three girls — Gurleen, Anvi and Nargis. It all started with a crush on the big and beautiful Gurleen, but soon, it escalated into something beautiful and exciting. This is a long story series, but packed with action right from the very beginning.
The art in this story series is markedly different from the art which you see in the stories of the present. The AI models have improved in the last year, but more importantly, I lacked the computational resources in Dec 2022, to make the kind of art which I make now.
The core part of the work which I do here is the story, is the textual erotica. If you are in for that, sit back and relax! Have fun reading!
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I went to Alibag, last weekend. It was a work trip, was a rather dull Friday. I could have left for the city on Friday evening, but I didn’t brave the night traffic and the unruly roads from Alibag to Bombay. Hence, I stayed back at the Radisson, paying for an extra night. I’d called Nidhi on Friday, to come over and spend a couple of nights there, but she too couldn’t muster the patience to wade through traffic to drive 100+ kms to spend a night with me.
So, around 3 PM on Saturday, after my dull conference was done, I came to my room, called for a glass of wine, smoked some cigarettes at the balcony (which I’m pretty sure, I was not supposed to do) and slept by 4 PM.
When I woke up, it was dark. I didn’t feel my best self. Groggy and slightly irritated at a wasted Saturday evening, I went and showered. I had a nice evening to look forward to, but a lot of things were supposed to go right for that.
It was my fourth time visiting the Radisson at Alibag. While it’s a more than decent property, there’s the thing about weddings there. Every time I have been there, either there was a wedding on that day, or guests would be arriving for a wedding. Last Saturday was no different. My check-in on Friday was rather slow and chaotic, because of families coming with dozens of suitcases. I was told to wait for a couple of hours till my room was ready.
I used that time to have a long lunch. Restaurants are fun places to observe people, especially a restaurant at a place like Radisson. Most people are at their best behavior. I was sitting alone at my table, eating chicken stake and sipping my white wine. Beside me on the table were a couple. The looked my age, but they had a kid. I could only see the woman. She was hot, but looked sullen. Then farther way, there was a family with a kid (well, he was probably 20 years old), and old parents. Nothing out of the ordinary.
While looking out on the deck, I saw a group of girls. I wouldn’t have noticed them, if not for their loud laughter. They looked young, too young for me to not stare at them. The group was colorful. Three young girls, one was tall, and wore a pair of tight denims and white tee shirt. The other one was tall, but fat. She was uber cute though — fair, with a round face, wearing round glasses. She too wore a jeans, but she had tucked in her tee shirt. Her thighs were huge, and so was her stomach, all too obvious because of her tucked in tee shirt. The other girl was the shortest of them, and the prettiest. She had violet hair, and was the bounciest of them all. I looked away, judging that I was probably being a pervert (even by my standards) to stare at girls that may not be of age.
I was at my last bite, when I received a call from the front desk. My room was ready. I called for the check, gulped down the last of my wine and made my way to the front desk.
The guy with whom I had talked earlier, was explaining to the girls about the things that they can use. “Our cultural program is at 8 PM,” he said, handing over the key-card to the tall slender girl in the group.
Right in front of me, was the fat girl. I will call her Gurleen, because, I don’t think calling her fat really captures what I will remember her for. I stepped a little closer, probably closer than was necessary in a queue. Her smelled delicious. I took a deep breath, pocketed my hand, and put on a faint smile, anticipating the group to turn.
And the group turned, the first to turn was Gurleen. She hadn’t realized that I stood so close to her. She was as tall as me. Our eyes met, as she stopped in her tracks. I smiled and said, “Sorry”
“It’s okay,” she said, with a smile, but not looking at me. She went around me.
The tall slender girl, Anvi, was talking to the short girl with violet hair, Nargis. Anvi gave me a glance, I kept my smile on, as I walked towards the front desk. The guy was already typing away furiously.
“Busy day, wedding?” I asked.
“Yes sir, we are completely booked,” he said, keeping his eye on confirmation slip and typing.
“What is this cultural program that you were talking about?” I asked.
“Oh, it’s for the guests of the wedding, sir”
“I see. I’m curious, do you allow minors to check-in on their own?”
He stopped typing and looked up. “What sir?”
I cleared my throat, feeling embarrassed that I was that desperate, “I mean, I have some nephews, who keep asking me if I can book a room for them here. They are all minors, so, I was wondering”
“No sir. The primary guest during check-in has to be an adult”
“Okay,” I nodded.
I kept quiet. Well, at least one of them was an adult. I filed away the information, and browsed through my phone, as he finished the formalities. He handed me the key-card.
“Do you want someone to accompany you for the luggage?” He asked
“No, I can carry this. So, this room is on the second floor?” I said. He told me the directions to my room.
As the doors to the lift opened at the floor I was supposed to be at, I heard voices. I checked the directions, and started walking the corridor where my room was supposed to be. I was checking some innocuous messages on my phone, and it was only when I was near them that I saw the girls again.
They were intently discussing something, hunched over at the lock, each telling the other about something, which was hard to make. The girls had covered the entire passage, and looking at the room number that they were trying to unlock, I had to walk past them, to my room. I would be sharing a wall with them.
Gurleen was the quietest of the three. She was also the farthest away from the lock, which Anvi and Nargis were trying to open. Gurleen saw me walking towards them, and moved away from my path. I didn’t look at anyone in particular, but kept a smile on, just in case anyone was looking.
I kept my hand bag down, and inserted my key-card. My door unlocked instantly and I pushed the door open. I felt the girls looking at me. It would have been rude not to do what I did.
With one step inside my room, I craned my neck and asked the group of girls, “Hey, I can have a look at the lock, if you guys don’t mind.”
Now, certainly these were girls, capable of winning the world. Gurleen especially. I would kneel in front of her if she told me to. But then again, I couldn’t have simply walked in, shutting the door behind, when three beautiful girls stood there, struggling with a pesky key-card.
Anvi was the first to speak, “I don’t know. I think we simply have to go down and get this card changed” She held up the card.
I put my bag down on the floor, and walked towards them. Well, it was a common mistake, something that the hoteliers did all the time. There was one card just for the main-switch, which they often forget to code for the room, and another which they code.
“Do you guys have another card?” I asked Anvi, looking at her eyes for the first time. She had expressive eyes, big and almond shaped.
Gurleen spoke, “Yes, but we tried this one too,” she showed me the card. I smiled at her. I loved how she spoke. She was huge and intimidating, but had the gentlest of voice. I wouldn’t be surprised if she could sing. I took the card from her, making sure my finger tips touched hers.
“Let me try,” I said.
I gave the lever of the lock one try. It blinked red. And then, I inserted the key-card that I took from Gurleen. I pulled out the card, and then tried to pull the lever. It worked.
“Finally!” Nargis threw her hands in the air. She was almost a foot shorter than me. I handed the card over to her, completing some sort of interaction with all three girls.
“Thanks a lot,” Gurleen smiled.
“It’s a pesky system. I love the quaint physical keys. There’s a different sort of fun, to hold a heavy key to an expensive room,” I smiled. Nobody said anything about my little joke.
“Alright, I’ll leave you guys to your room,” I started walking away.
I was at the door, picking up my bag, when I glanced at them one more time. Anvi was picking up the suitcases, I braved one more questions, “You guys here for the wedding?”
Her eyes widened, “Yes, are you?”
“No, No. I am here for boring old work,” I said, unlocking the door to my room.
“Figured! I know everybody from both sides, and I couldn’t place you anywhere,” she said, stepping in the room.
“Alright, bye” I said, walking inside.
That was a little cringe on my part. I didn’t get any useful information.
It was close to 3 PM that Friday, when I finally took my shoes off. There was a conference the next day, for which I had to present a flurry of charts. I freshened up, took out my packet of cigarettes, and opened my laptop.
I spent all Friday evening, working from my room, and smoking at the balcony. There were some stares from the guests below. But I managed to look confident and important, so that nobody would think that it was possible to make a fuss about me smoking out in the balcony.
Saturday morning, I woke up tired, and a little late than I had planned. I showered, and dressed for the breakfast downstairs. I had the conference in about an hour. I should have spent the last evening and probably the hour before the conference networking with the people, but I am not into all those things. Instead of texting in the group for a quick meet, I was pleasantly looking forward to a hearty and chilled breakfast all by myself.
Well, as I got out of the room, and started walking the corridor towards the lift, I saw them again. Three girls. It was the third time I was seeing the group, but in my mind, they had become all too familiar. Gurleen was in the middle, flanked by Anvi and Nargis. They were talking quietly about something, as they walked about few feet ahead of me.
This was the point at which Gurleen became my favorite in the group. All the girls seemed to be going down in what they had slept in last night. Anvi had a sweater on, and from behind I judged a pair of shorts and a top. Nargis was wearing a PJ set, with little monkeys on it. But Gurleen, well, tall and big, she didn’t wear a sweater. She wore shorts, that ended at her thighs.
They were tight, they hugged her thighs, and her huge ass. Her legs, just like her face were blemish free. There was so much flesh that was to see, that I could spend half a day licking her legs, and I won’t be done. For a top, she wore a tank top. That too was tight, and I loved how fair and blemish-free her entire body was. There was a mole though, right above one of her calves. I was staring at her legs when the group of girls reached the lift. They turned, and it was Gurleen who saw me first.
I quickly averted my eyes from her thick thighs, and reached for my phone. By the time the lift was there, I had reached near them. Anvi looked at me as she went inside the lift. One by one the girls entered. I stayed back. The lift was narrow. I would have loved being between the girls, in a tight space, but it would have appeared creepy to do that. So, I hung back. Gurleen backed up a little, and said, “Please come in, I think this lift is for 6 people”
“You guys don’t mind?” I asked.
Anvi shook her head, Nargis was already on her phone, and didn’t bother with a response. So, I stepped inside the lift, with Gurleen behind me, and Anvi to my side. I kept a smile on my face, as the lift doors closed. As soon as the lift started going down, I turned to look at both at Anvi and Gurleen and asked, “So, I am guessing there’s a big family and friends meet-up at the breakfast?”
“Not really, our friends will be here tomorrow,” Anvi said.
“I see, so, what are you guys planning to do for the rest of the day?” I asked.
“We don’t know,” Gurleen scrunched her face, “We’d thought it would be nice to chill for a day, but we are all kinda bored here.”
“Have you guys been to the beaches around here?” I asked, as the lift doors opened to the ground floor.
“No, this is all so remote! Now that you are asking us all these, I feel we were very unprepared for this trip,” Gurleen walked beside me, chuckling. Anvi and Nargis were ahead of us, both of them talking about something.
Standing right beside me, Gurleen was as tall me, and up close, I breathed in her beautiful scent again. The breakfast hall was a bit of a walk, something that I was thankful about.
“So, where are you guys from? Did you not drive here?”
“Bombay, and no, I am the only one who knows to drive, but I couldn’t find anyone who would lend us their car for the entire weekend. We took cab, and now, we just have the spa and game room to keep us busy”
It would be quite a sight to see Gurleen lying prone, in almost nothing, but covered with a towel, which would probably be too small to cover her body.
“Oh! I am from Bombay too!” we were almost at the breakfast hall, I had to say something by then.
“I am here for work, and the entire day, I would be in a conference. My car would simply sitting at the parking lot, doing nothing. Why don’t you take the car, and take the girls around?” We had entered the buffet area by then. It was loud, and Gurleen came closer to me, to hear me speak. Anvi and Nargis had already taken their plates.
“Oh, no! That would be —” Gurleen started speaking.
“Arey, I insist,” I took out my wallet, and handed her the valet card.
“Are you sure? What if you need the car in the day?”
I pushed the card towards her, and said, “I won’t need it. I have to be here all day. And, I am sure one of colleagues would be kind enough to lend their car if I really needed it.”
“I don’t know, it’s —”
This was my moment to break the touch barrier. I took her hand, and placed the card on her palm. Her hands were small and chubby, but the skin was so soft. I lingered a moment longer than needed, and said, “It’s perfect”
She smiled, and closed her palm. She looked around to find her friends. Anvi and Nargis were seated on a table for four. Nargis waved at her, Gurleen waved back.
“Thanks a lot. This changes our plans for the entire day, and in a good way!” Gurleen said, smiling. This was not a polite smile, but a genuine one.
“Oh! We should exchange numbers,” Gurleen said, while picking up her plate. I was behind her. It was the best place to be. Her thighs were drawing attention from others in the buffet, but I had the best view.
I smiled and nodded. We walked around the buffet, collecting things. Gurleen chose to have a few chicken sausages and some grilled potatoes. I mimicked her. I was hungry, but there wasn’t anything in the buffet menu which appeared more delicious than walking behind Gurleen, breathing in her faint sweet smell.
When she was done, she said, “Would you join us?”
“Are you sure the others won’t mind?”
“Oh we are all very chill. Besides, not every day someone randomly lends their car to us,” she smiled again. Whenever Gurleen smiled, her face appeared cuter. She was tall and big. But her face, was delicate and soft. And her smile, well, it was worth risking my car to three young girls, about whom I know nothing about.
We reached the table, Anvi and Nargis were looking at me, as I pulled the chair beside Gurleen. I saw them look at Gurleen, waiting for an explanation as to why a 30 year old man was sitting at their table.
“Let me introduce you to us. I am Gurleen, this is Anvi and that’s Nargis,” Gurleen said, point at the girls. They nodded politely, a smile which was probably hard for them to maintain. I nodded back and introduced myself, took out my cutlery, and forked my first potato.
Gurleen continued talking, “And, he has graciously agreed to lend his car so that we can go around the town!”
“Oh!” Anvi looked at me, an eyebrow raised. She was pretty. Stern, but pretty. What I couldn’t see from behind, I could see from here. She was wearing pretty much the same thing that Gurleen was wearing, except on her slender body, it rested loose.
Nargis was the happiest among the two when she heard the news, “Thank you so much!” she smiled broadly.
“Yes, thank you, that’s very generous,” Anvi finally spoke.
“Oh, it’s not really. The car would have just been sitting here, while you guys got bored,” I looked at Gurleen. She was smiling.
As Gurleen ate a piece of sausage, she asked me, “Do you know any places around here, which we should visit?”
I gave them a summary, of the beaches they can go to, and told them it’s better to visit those places after 4 PM. For the day, I suggested, that they simply drive around the town, find some places to snack, eat some local food, and chill.
Nargis was already on her phone, finding all the interesting things to do in Alibaug (it’s a very short list).
“So, you would be checking out tomorrow?” Anvi asked. Because of her stern face, it was difficult to judge if she liked me at all.
“Yes, and for today, I should be done a little after lunch. I’d probably sleep in. What about you guys? Do you have any plans for the evening?”
Gurleen and Anvi exchanged a look. Gurleen spoke, “No, we planned to drink and chat, and maybe watch a movie when we are back in the room.”
I nodded, “That’s a very good plan. But,” I sipped my coffee, “are you guys old enough to drink?”
Nargis chuckled, Anvi looked down at her plate, smiling. “We are. The youngest of us, is Nargis, who turned 19 this year,” Gurleen said, with that genuine smile on her face.
Well, three young girls, who planned to spend the evening drinking, and later watching a movie, in a room beside me — Saturday evening had started to look up. And I thought, I might get to just sit and have a few drinks with them, after all, they had a small debt to pay.
To be Continued
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