The Long Weekend - 2
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The story of The Long Weekend of Manan and Ishita continues. If you haven’t read the first part, I strongly recommend you do it before continuing. The Long Weekend continues of the couple who met in Untying the Knots. It’s one of my earliest works here, and I think, you will love reading it!
Previously
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On the Saturday on which they were supposed to leave, Manan woke up with a headache. The night before, he had gone a little overboard with whisky, and the porn. Ishita hadn’t come over on that Friday, because she was caught up at work.
“I will see you at 0700 AM tomorrow,” she had texted on Friday evening.
The itinerary was pretty straightforward, especially given Ishita’s history with planning. They were to check-in on Saturday. The hotel had spacious rooms, a common swimming pool, four floors of luxury and plenty of bars nearby including one inside it. The check-in wasn’t till 1 PM, so, whatever “sight-seeing” were to happen, would be before they checked-in. Ishita wanted to be away on Sunday too, but Manan had categorically denied going to the same old places, to see same old mountains, and on the way be honked around on an ascent. Sunday was a blank slate, which was very uncharacteristic of Ishita. And doing all that meant leaving early on Saturday morning.
Manan lit a cigarette, and checked his phone. He was 15 minutes later than he had planned. And Ishita was already on her way to his place, and she had posted on the group the ETAs of when they will be picked up. Manan sighed. He was felling exhausted just by thinking about it. He took one last drag of his cigarette, and then went for a shower.
He was still in shower when he heard the doorbell. He had always asked Ishita to take a key, but she refused to. She rang the door bell again, when Manan was in the living room, in his towel walking up to the door. He shouted walking toward the door, wrapping his towel tighter, “Yeah!”
He opened the door and started speaking immediately, “I am almost — ” Manan stopped mid-sentence. Ishita and Aditi were standing at the door. Ishita was smiling, and Aditi quickly averted her eyes away from Manan.
“Please come in. I will be ready in 10,” he said, leaving the door open and walking back to the living room. He wasn’t embarrassed that Aditi saw him in a towel; he was just embarrassed that he got the door like that. If Ishita had given a heads-up that Aditi was coming, he could have expedited himself just a little. He put on a pair of joggers and a tee shirt. It would be a relatively short drive, but he hated driving with underwear, so he skipped that part. He was collecting his packs of cigarettes, and wallet when Ishita walked into his bedroom.
“That was quite the welcome,” Ishita said. She was wearing a pair of jeans and a fitting white kurta. It was almost plain, seemed more like a white dress on her.
Manan looked at himself in the mirror one last time, before picking up his carry-on bag. “So, what happened to Cal?”
“We will pick him up. Aditi was too nice to impose on being picked up. I gave her your address and she was here before I reached,” Ishita said.
“Why will you give her my address? And she was waiting outside the gate?” Manan said, peering in the living room, looking at Aditi.
Ishita didn’t say anything. She walked up behind him, squeezed his ass. She gave him a look, realizing that he wasn’t wearing underwear. Manan smiled, and pecked her on the lips. He closed the bedroom, and followed Ishita toward the sofa.
Aditi was on her phone, sitting with her legs crossed. As soon as she noticed Ishita and Manan walking toward her, she got up and smiled. Manan had seen her photo on WhatsApp, but that photo lied. Yes, she was short and delicate, but everything about her deserved a second look. She was dressed in a pair of cotton short pants, and a tee shirt. Her exposed midriff looked delicious. The tee curved around her breasts, just perfect, making them look a mouthful. While in the photo she had looked skinny, in person, everything about her was filled up, just the right amount. Her thighs weren’t as thick as Ishita’s; instead they looked firm and toned. Her shoulders were full and round, and yet her collarbone stood out.
And then there was her smile. Aditi had a cheeky face, and when she smiled, she tilted her chin toward the person she was smiling. Her eyes, behind those round glasses she was wearing, were large and expressive. And when she smiled, those eyes looked happy too.
“Well, Aditi, this is Manan,” Ishita said.
Manan extended his hand. When Aditi put her hand in his, he noticed how much more delicate her hands were compared to Ishita’s.
“I have heard so much about you, sir,” Aditi chimed, raising herself off her heels for a second.
“So have I, about you. And I am not your sir. You can call me Manan,” he let her hand go, and looked at Ishita.
When they were near Manan’s car, he opened up the dickey to keep everybody’s bag in the back. He got in the driver’s seat, and was checking all the trash of parking receipts and tolls which had gathered near the gearbox, when Aditi said, “Is it okay if I sit in front, sir?”
The Manan didn’t register the question and looked up, “What?”
Aditi was peering inside the car, with the passenger door open. Her tee shirt had parted from her chest, revealing a hint of her lacy white bra inside. Ishita was already scooting into the backseat, and called out, “Just get in.”
Manan smiled at Aditi, and looked back at Ishita. “It’s her first long road trip ever,” Ishita offered as an explanation.
Aditi sat in the seat, and nodded to Manan, smiling, “My boyfriend, Cal, he has a bike and loves riding. But, I am not into going long distances, with all that dust, you know.”
“Okay. I am not much of a guide, but I am sure Ishita will provide a great commentary for the journey,” Manan strapped his seatbelt on, and started the car. Before he started rolling, he told Aditi to do the same. She apologized for forgetting about it. She started tugging at the seatbelt with all her might, and it kept getting stuck. And the more she tried, the more embarrassed she looked.
“Let me,” Manan said, and reached over for the hook of the seatbelt. Their fingers touched, and Aditi quickly retracted her hand. Manan’s face was right over her head. He could smell her shampoo, and could see her cheek from up close. Her skin looked incredibly smooth. As he dragged the seatbelt down, it caressed over her breasts, pressing down her breasts as it got more taut. The other part of the seatbelt touched her bare belly. She tried to adjust it a little below her navel, but it kept coming up to her navel.
Manan saw all that. He parted his legs a little, to accommodate the hardening of his dick. He wished he had worn a pair of boxers at least. But, he didn’t know that Aditi would be sitting next to her, and he didn’t know that the sight of the black seatbelt against her exposed midriff will stir his dick.
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He started driving, after asking where they were supposed to pick Aditi’s boyfriend from. It was a short detour. Kalpesh was already waiting on the footpath when they reached. Aditi started waving at him, and then pointing to Manan where he was. He looked inside the car once, and then went around, getting in the backseat.
“Hi,” he said, as he closed the door.
“Cal, this Manan sir,” Aditi said. Manan raised his hand without taking his eyes off the road, “and this is Ishita ma’am.”
“Please call me Ishita. I am her ma’am, not yours,” Ishita shook his hand. She noticed his eyes wandering over her and how the handshake lingered a moment too long. Just like Manan, she had checked his photos too, and she had also seen photos from Aditi, with the two posing together. And, he was not photogenic. In person, he looked so much more buffed, and the photos were unjust to his jaw line.
Everyone was quiet for some time. Manan put on some music, to deal with the awkward silence. He noticed Aditi tap her knees when the music started. Her shorts had ridden up a little. Manan focused on the road.
“So, Aditi tells me that you two have been together since college,” Ishita started speaking, when there were exiting the Bombay city. There was still an hour of drive left. Manan wished it was just Ishita and him. Even if they hadn’t talked all the way, it would have been a comfortable silence.
Kalpesh went on to say how they had met on the very first day of college. It was love at first sight, Kalpesh said. Aditi kept chiming in, with her own nuggets of the love story. It was a cute story really, not something Manan could relate to. When he was 21, he was studying hard, ignoring everything else around him. His sex life and relationship started and ended with a porn video and with him stroking himself. And here, these two were being driven to a hotel, with a plush bed, and two nights together. He glanced at Aditi once, and started thinking how her hips will look like without those shorts. How would it feel to touch her skin? He shook his head, and reached for a cigarette.
He handed the lighter and cigarette to Ishita. When they drove, Ishita always lit the cigarettes for him. Ishita took the cigarette and lighter. He heard the lighter click, and started rolling down the windows. Ishita, had handed the cigarette to Aditi, so that it would be easier for Manan to get it.
Manan thanked Aditi and took the cigarette, his fingers brushing against hers again. He took the first puff, and rolled down the window exhaled it slowly. Manan was driving over 90 kmph by that time, the wind speed was deafening, at least he couldn’t hear others talking. He let his mind go blank, and focused on the day ahead. It wasn’t easy, because the image of Aditi without her shorts, kept flashing through his find.
He finished the cigarette, but he didn’t want to go back to the awkward silence (or pointless small talk), so he took out another one. He was handing it over to Aditi, when Ishita said, “Let her light it.”
“Oh,” Manan said, “I thought you guys don’t smoke.”
“Oh,” Ishita chuckled, speaking loudly over the wind, “she smokes as much as you, probably even more.”
“What?” Manan shook his head, “that’s not possible.”
“Oh, but it is,” Ishita said. Manan looked at Aditi, who looked incredibly embarrassed.
“I thought you had quit,” Kalpesh said from behind.
“I did, but then it’s all, you know,” Aditi paused, “let’s talk about this later.”
An awkward silence followed.
Well, Manan just needed his cigarette lit. Aditi took the cigarette from him, put it between her lips, and lit it. Manan’s gaze lingered on her lips, a dangerous stunt at that speed. And then, then she handed over the cigarette, their fingers blatantly brushing against each other. Soon, everybody in the car wanted one. Kalpesh was the one to ask for it first, and then it was Aditi and then, Ishita. Manan finished his cigarette, and waited for everybody to finish theirs before rolling up the windows.
The group arrived at the hotel around 2 PM, an hour later than they had planned. Ishita had insisted that they visited all the places worth visiting before coming to the hotel. Each visit was mostly Aditi posing for photos, and Kalpesh clicking her from all sorts of angles. Manan and Ishita clicked a few photos too, and there were plenty of group selfies, taken by Kalpesh.
When Manan saw Aditi pose for photos, he was surprised to see how sexually she posed. Well, it wasn’t sexual, just thirsty. She would push her breasts out and her ass back in most of the photos. Manan averted his eyes away from her and tried to enjoy the scenery which he had seen countless times. Ishita was beside him, quiet. They would look at each other and smile.
Somehow it wasn’t so boring with her around.
Whenever Manan could, he checked out his girlfriend, bidding his time away, waiting for them to check-in, when he would take her out of her clothes, and do things to her. He wasn’t looking forward to sex as much as holding her in his arms. They fucked enough, but they rarely had the time to cuddle, and just be lazy around the bed naked.
At the check-in desk, Manan did the formalities, and asked them if it was possible to get adjacent rooms, since they were in a group. They obliged and handed him the two key cards. The other three had been chilling at the common area. Manan felt a little left out. Ishita already knew Aditi well, and seemed to have found some common wavelength with Kalpesh. She was four years older than him, but sitting beside him, it didn’t seem that way. Of course, when Kalpesh talked, he had the naiveté appropriate for a 21 year old, but it didn’t appear that way outright. But Aditi, she was so bubbly, so delicate, so petite, she looked so much younger than the other two.
“Here, we are all set,” Manan handed one of the cards to Aditi. The group got up and collected their luggage.
In the elevator, Ishita asked if they were able to get adjacent rooms. Manan nodded.
“Don’t be very loud,” Ishita told Aditi. Aditi simply smiled and blushed. Manan smiled and looked at Kalpesh, who just looked at the floor, almost embarrassed. When they reached the rooms, they said their byes, with tentative plans to talk at 5 PM to plan the rest of the evening.
Inside their room, as soon as they kept the bags, Manan wrapped his arms around Ishita’s waist, and pressed her body against his. Ishita rested her palms on his chest and said, “At least, let me take my shoes off.”
Manan lowered his face to hers, and rubbed his nose to hers. Ishita always smiled when he did that, and they kissed her lips. It was a long kiss. He didn’t grope her ass, or her waist. He just kissed her, squeezing her body to his, being as close to her as possible. When he stopped kissing, he didn’t let her go but looked at her. Ishita licked her lips and looked back at him. “I have been waiting to do that for a long time today,” Manan said.
“Then why didn’t you?” she asked in a sing-song tone. Manan let her go. She started taking her shoes off.
“Well, I didn’t expect you to show up with Aditi in the morning. I wanted to do much more than kissing, before leaving,” he said.
They walked out of the walkway and into the room. The photos of the room were accurate. It was as clean and as spacious that the photos showed the room to be. There was a king sized bed in the middle of the room, covered with tightly tucked sheets and blankets. Large white pillows were near the headrest. The entire room was carpeted, except the walkway.
Instead of a sliding window with a balcony, which Manan was hoping to smoke at, there was a large glass wall. It overlooked a large pool, which was deserted at that time. In front of those glass walls, there was a circular table, with two large cushioned seats around it. Ishita drew the curtains away and peered into the pool.
Ishita’s contour looked exquisite as she put her hands on the glass and brought her face close to it. The afternoon sun was harsh, but the through the tinted glass, it drifted into the room softly. And as it drifted, it highlighted how shapely Ishita’s body was, and how snug the kurta was around her. The weakened sun was right where her bun was, and as she tried to look around through the glass wall, the sun played through the room an exaggerated shadow for hers.
Manan walked toward her, and pressed his body against her back.
“We should go down to the pool soon. I will check the timings,” Ishita said. Manas buried nuzzled into her neck, and wrapped his arms around her, making sure his arms brushed against the sides of her breasts.
“I didn’t pack anything appropriate for a pool,” he squeezed her belly.
“You never do. I packed one for you,” she said, pushing her ass back.
Manan chuckled, and cupped each of her breasts with both his hand and squeezed them hard.
Ishita winced, and said, “We have a large bed all to ourselves.”
“I know,” Manan bit her neck playfully, and lowered his hands to reach under her kurta, “but it’s too far,” he unbuttoned her jeans, and started pulling it down.
Ishita turned her head, her body pinned to the glass wall by Manan’s weight. Her jeans were already halfway down her legs, “It’s broad daylight, and there’s glass,” she said in a low voice.
Manan reached for the hem of her panty, and tugged it down. He then turned her around and pushed her against the glass wall. Ishita pulled her panty down, and got out of her jeans. When she looked at Manan, with her back against the glass wall, Manan’s face was already near hers. His hot breath hit her face, his eyes dark with desire, his lips slightly parted. And then, he kissed her. It was different from the kiss at the door. His hands moved all over her body, and soon they found her bare ass below her kurta. He squeezed her buttocks hard, he parted them a little and let them go, and then kneaded them. All the while, his tongue was inside her mouth, probing it.
There was a short ledge on the floor before the glass wall started, just wide enough to keep her feet. She climbed on top of it, to keep her balance, to rest against the glass wall better. Manan pinned her harder against the glass wall. Ishita was scared if the glass wall could take both their weights, especially when Manan was pressing her so hard against it. She wondered how she would be looking on the side of the glass wall.
She still had her kurta, but it was short enough for anyone to see that she wasn’t wearing anything below the kurta. As Manan squeezed and played around with her ass, he would lift the kurta, exposing her bare ass to the glass. She had sat naked on many surfaces, but knowing that it was transparent glass, a wall overlooking the pool gave her goosebumps.
Manan broke the kiss, stepped back and tugged at her kurta. Ishita knew what it meant. It meant that Manan wanted her to take every piece of clothing off her. Her panty and jeans were already on the floor. She looked at them as she took her kurta off. She glanced outside, to see if anybody was looking up to her. As soon as Ishita dropped her kurta, Manan’s hands were all over her waist, and his eyes on her breasts. He watched her breasts intently as she unclasped her bra, and let it fall on the floor.
She reached for his pants. She knew that he would want his dick sucked. She also wondered who all could see her through the glass. She told herself that she was being silly, that the glasses were probably too tinted for anyone to see what was happening. Her buttocks were against the glass. If somebody looked up, it wouldn’t take them long to realize that a naked woman was standing against a glass wall. And once she got on her knees to suck Manan, anybody could see how enthusiastically she would suck him. She was wondering how she would look, with her face being fucked. It wouldn’t be the first time that someone had seen her face being fucked. One time while in a party, she was cheered on by people around her, as Manan kept his dick buried inside her throat.
She lowered Manan’s pant. She knew Manan would be half way there already. She had felt his dick hardening when he was feeling her up earlier. But when she lowered it, she hadn’t expected him to be that hard. He had shaved his hair, which made his crotch look delicious and his hard dick menacingly long. She was getting off the ledge, to go down on her knees and suck him, when Manan stopped her. He held her shoulders and pushed her against the glass wall. He stepped out of his pants, and knelt down in front of her.
To be Continued
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