The One About Vani - Part 2
The One About Vani - Part 2
A Story about a Nubile Girl, too thicc to ignore
This part picks up a month after Part 1. It was a fun month, mostly a blur, filled with desire and despair, of longing to consume Vani, especially after all the photos I got to see of her. Vani was a benchmark of the things that I thought women want to be done to them. My tastes and ways have evolved since then. Thinking back at our time together, had brought back some fond memories of me learning about a woman’s body, not just in theory.
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Previously
Sexting in 2015 was far more satisfying than in 2010. After that night, when Vani sent me the skimpy picture of her (the cover of Part 1), she got more and more comfortable with what she sent me. The first thing I’d do after waking up was jerk off to her “good morning” picture. That’s what she called the first pictures of the day. On work days, I would wake up at least half an hour before what was needed, just so that I had the time to let my imagination run wild with Vani’s pictures. Vani was an early riser. She would wake up at 6 am to study, and made it a point of visiting the nearby temple every other day. I have never been the religious kind, but it was fun to hear about her trip to the temple in the same chat window, where she’d send me a picture of her in a towel. Even though I talked with other girls during that time (Sushri, especially), Vani was the girl I jerked off to before sleeping.
Once on a call, she had asked me what I thought about when I saw her pictures. I told her that I imagined running my fingers over her lips, to grab her thick thighs, and to suck on her nipples.
“But you haven’t seen my nipples” she said. Her voice was playful not shy.
“For now, I have to do with my imagination” I said.
“For now?” She asked.
“I hope so. I will be coming home in a week, for a week. Will you be free then?” I asked.
Vani had explained me about her holidays and vacations many times. Unfortunately, she had always done that after sending something. I had been to distracted with stroking my dick, and had never absorbed or remembered her vacations.
“I go home on weekends, as you know. We can meet then. Or you can come to the city?” She said.
I wasn’t particularly thrilled with going home. I loved my place here in Bombay, and going home would mean being at the house, in a town from where all my friends had moved out.
“Where in the city though? I am not much into movies, and going around the malls is too college-y” I said. After saying that, I realized that Vani was in fact still in college.
She laughed, “So, what do you suggest?”
I wanted to spend a full day with her. By that time I had talked for hours with her, seen a lot of her body (never entirely naked, but with very few clothes on), but I wanted to taste her, I wanted to dick her. Vani was thicc and juicy. She had a scarred past, so at no point I said the four letter word “love”. I lusted for her, and wanted to play with her body, feed on it for an entire day, not just for 6-7 hours.
“Are you allowed to stay outside the hostel overnight?” I asked.
“Oh!” Vani took a pause, “No, it requires a letter from parents, and they call the parents to confirm if they knew that their daughter is staying outside for the night. I can stay out till 7 PM.”
I sighed, “Is there any other way?”
“Why do you ask though? What do you have in mind?”
I told her what I had in mind. She was quiet, for a second too long.
“I understand if you’re not comfortable checking into a hotel. Just know that there’s no pressure. I — ”
“I want to too” she said quietly.
I reached out for a cigarette. It was a little victory. Smoking by the window, while talking to Vani had become my post-work routine by then. While she was still on the line, I opened the StayUncle app, and looked through the hotels in the city. The app was new back then, and the listed properties were limited. I told her about the hotel that I had in mind.
“Oh, I have seen it. It’s a nice hotel, looked expensive though” she said.
“That’s okay, we can comfortably stay there from 12 PM till 630 PM.”
She was quiet. I should have been more sensitive about it, especially considering that the time slot we were talking about was probably exactly what she did with her ex-boyfriend. And now again, she was talking to someone more than a 1000 km away, and talking about same 6 and half hours of a hotel bed.
“Which day though?” I asked to break the silence.
“Any Wednesday will be fine. I don’t have afternoon classes on Wednesday”
I booked the hotel for the Wednesday that I’d be there, while we were still on the call. I forwarded the confirmation message to Vani.
“That was quick” she said.
“Yeah, I am quick with things. Not with everything though” I said. She chuckled.
Rest of our conversations were around where we would meet and how we will go to the hotel. She asked me if we have to tell a story to the receptionist. I told her that they won’t ask any questions, all that was needed was for her to have an address proof with Date of Birth.
Meeting Vani for the First Time
While I was on my flight home, I realized that even though I knew of this girl for almost 5 years, I had never met her or heard her voice in person. When I was in school, she was too invisible for me to notice her, and after that we were not in touch long enough for me to meet her. Right before the flight took off, she sent me a picture of what she would wear when she would meet me.
On her bed, were a pair of blue jeans and a black tee shirt. It was all standard, if not for the pair of bra and panty which she had laid out on top of these. It was a set of black lace lingerie, which seemed almost brand new. Before I could reply or see the picture, I felt the guy beside me trying to peer into my phone. I turned off my phone, and fastened my seat belts. In my vain attempts to catch some sleep in the flight, I imagined Vani moving around the hotel room in those lace panty and bra. I didn’t plan to ask her about how she got those panties, but I was fantasizing about it being given by her ex-boyfriend.
I arrived home on a Saturday, and we were supposed to meet on the following Wednesday. It felt like a long and slow jog to the Wedneday. During the time, I made the customary visit to my relatives and some school friends who couldn’t move out. It was depressing and nostalgic at the same time. The disconnect after years of being in different paces of life was too great to overcome our bonds shared as adolescents. I was silent when my friends were talking about their conquests, about the girls they kissed and about a classmate whose nudes were leaked by an anonymous number.
Vani and me were constantly in touch during the time. We didn’t talk on the phone much, but all our messages were around our meet at the hotel. We planned the timings, the mode of transport and the point where we would meet. She didn’t want to come to the hotel directly. I told her that I’d book an Ola and pick her up from the hostel.
The Wednesday
I were to reach her hostel by 1130am, and we would be reaching by 12pm (which was the check-in time. I wanted as much of the time as I could with Vani). I was running late. In the hurry to catch the Ola, I forgot to buy a new pack of condoms. The one I had in my wallet, was a Skore, not something that I had a lot of fun with in the past. It was only when I saw Vani waiting at her hostel gate that I remembered I’d have to fuck her with a not-so-favorite condom.
Vani looked around before starting to walk towards the cab. She was wearing the denim and black tee shirt that she had sent me the photo of. She filled her clothes, using every bit of room that the tee shirt and jeans had. Her jeans strained against her thick thighs as she walked, and tee was snug around her tummy. If not for her ample breasts, she would have looked fat, but with those, she looked voluptuous and juicy. She wore a dark red lipstick, which against her caramel tone looked out of place.
She waved at me when our eyes met. When she got off the footpath to reach the cab, she tripped a little. My eyes were on her breasts, to see the way they jiggled. It made my dick twitch. There was still time before I could touch them and suck them. When she entered the cab, with her came the sweet scent of her perfume and talcum powder. It wasn’t sunny, but she had sweated around her arm-pits. The black tee didn’t make it obvious from afar, but when she was next to me in the small Ola, it was much too obvious that she must have been standing outside for some time.
“Hi” I said
“Hi”, she closed the door, and kept her bag on her side, sliding closer to me.
It was the first time I heard Vani’s voice in person. It was sweeter than it was on the phone. Her smile though, was different. In all the photos she’d sent me, she was always smiling, but this smile was different. She was bold and confident in her pictures, and so was her smile. But in person, her smile was short, almost forced.
I told the driver to keep going to the destination. I saw him checking out Vani from the rear view mirror. Vani was looking outside the window when I moved closer to her. I wrapped my arm around her shoulder, and whispered in her ear, “You’re looking pretty!”
She smiled, and turned her head towards me. Our faces were close, close enough for a kiss. But it wasn’t the kind of city, where you could just kiss your girl in the back of the taxi. I moved away a little, while still keeping my hand around her shoulders. She asked me how far is the hotel from here. I told her that we would be there in 15 minutes.
We were quiet for a bit, before she asked me if we had to make up a story. I told her, as I’d told her before, we are just two adults checking in. There won’t be any questions. When we reached the hotel, she was nervous. All through our walk to the hotel, she held my hand. Hand-in-hand we walked up to the reception, and offered our booking details. All through the booking process, Vani looked around nervously. She kept adjusting the shoulder strap of her bag.
The receptionist had a professional smile on her face all along. She handed me the key card to the room, and asked a bellboy to show lead us. On our way to the lift, Vani got a phone call. She disconnected it almost instantly. I asked her if that was an important call. She shook her head. In the lift, Vani was awkward. She stood one step too far from me, and looked at her phone more than she looked around her. It was a short lift ride of two floors.
I had chosen the best room that was available in the hotel. The bell boy didn’t enter the room. He told me that there was a booklet with all the numbers, and if there’s any problem, to call the reception and get it sorted. When I tipped him the ₹ 50 note, he asked me if I wanted anything to eat or drink. I wanted to smoke and I wanted to drink, but I avoided doing both, since… Vani.
When I closed the door, I turned around to see Vani tying her hair, while she looked out of the window. She had drawn the curtains to let all the noon sunlight in. What I couldn’t see before, was Vani from behind. In all the pictures over the years, Vani had always been looking at the camera. I knew a lot of her body, everything except for nipples and pussy, I had seen everything. But in all those, Vani was looking at me (the camera).
Standing by the window, in the full glory of the sunlight, her body was more attractive than I’d imagined. Her jeans hugged her thick thighs, and gave her ass a slight lift. She had raised her arms, as she tied her hair, which made her press her chest forward. I could only see the reflection of her side on the large mirror beside the bed. Her side-boobs, even with the tee on, were enticing.
I emptied my pocket, took off my shoes and unbuckled my belt. She turned around when she heard me take my belt off. She smiled but didn’t say anything. I walked up to her. She walked up to the window, and rested her elbows to look out.
“The view is nice. I have never been in a hotel with a large window like this.” She said.
After years of seeing her almost naked, I didn’t feel any inhibition, when I put my hands on her waist. She turned her head, my nose touched her forehead, and I tightened my grip around her waist.
“I chose the best I could find for you” I said. I took a step closer, our bodies touched each other for the first time. I expected a struggle, I expected hesitance. Instead, Vani backed into me. We had out jeans on, so there wasn’t much I felt of her. I wasn’t hard, but it felt warm to be so close to her. I rested my chin on her shoulder, and ran my hand across her stomach. I grabbed her stomach, gave it a slight squeeze. She swayed, and with her I swayed, as if slow dancing in the silence.
I ground myself on her ass, and she moved forward, resting against the windowsill. She threw her head and her weight back at me. I brushed aside her hair, to find her naked neck. The sweet smell of perfume, mixed with talcum powder filled my nose. I rubbed my nose in the small of her neck, and then, my teeth.
It was the first time my lips had touched her body. I kissed her neck and moved towards her ears, while I kept running my hand on her stomach, rubbing it. When I reached her ear, I cupped it inside my mouth. Right then, I held the hem of her tee-shirt to slide my hand inside it.
She let out a soft moan when I bit her ear a little. She held my hand on her stomach, through her tee. Vani’s skin was soft and warm. I let my fingers roam around to find her navel. I dug into her navel as I tongued her ear. My finger explored the insides of her navel, as my tongue explored her ear. It tasted salty, but her soft moans were worth it. She reached out to draw the curtains, but I held her arms. Instead, I turned her around, in one swift go.
Her mouth was open when she looked at me, her thick luscious lips had parted from the things I did to her ear. I took a step closer to her, putting my entire weight on her, pinning her down against the windowsill. I brought my face near hers, and held her chin. She was looking down. I raised her face by the chin, and kissed her parted lips. Vani returned my kiss with a vigor I didn’t expect. She wrapped her arms around her neck, and let her entire body go.
As I kissed her, I reached for the hem of her tee shirt and started pulling it up. We broke our kiss for a moment, for me to slip the tee shirt above her. There was a moment, when Vani raised her arms up, to let me slip it off her. There was this moment when the tee shirt covered her face, and tee stuck under her chin.
In front of me, was a beautiful curvy girl, whom I had been talking to since we were barely 18. Her face was covered, so she was a just a body on display. She was wearing the lace bra that she had sent me the picture of. I had seen her cleavage more times than I could count. But in person, her breasts looked fuller. Her caramel skin, her heaving chest, and her arms raised up in the air for me to take away the first piece of her clothing — that combination made my dick twitch.
I threw the tee shirt on the bed, and turned back to Vani. She had her hands on my chest, in the process blocking my view to her breasts. I ran my fingers on the sides of her body, and held her wrists. I pried them open, and pinned them down on the windowsill. As I kissed her, I thrust myself into her. I was hard, straining against my jeans. I bit her lips, I bit chins, before moving down to her neck.
I moved down further do the beginning of the softness of her bosoms. I bit her skin as I went down, harder as I went down further. The curtains were still drawn, but I didn’t care. It didn’t matter who saw us making out, it didn’t matter to me who saw Vani getting her breasts kissed.
Her wrists were still pinned, and the only movement Vani could do was push her breasts on my face. I reached the hem of her bra. It struck me then that I was nearing the place where she was burned by her ex boyfriend with a cigarette, on the cold floor of a hotel room like this. I let her wrists go, giving her some control. She held the back of my head and pushed my head into her breasts.
I ran a finger across the hem of her bra. I looked up to look at Vani’s face. We hadn’t spoken a word in the 10 minutes that we were in the room. Her chest was heaving, and she had her eyes closed. She was used to getting right down to the deed. I looked at her breasts again. The only thing stopping me from seeing them, after years of being teased with cleavage and being shown all of the breasts except the nipple. was a flimsy bra. But, right then I wanted to wait.
I removed my hands from her breasts, and held her neck. She threw her eyes open at the sudden grip around her neck. I kissed her, with each kiss, tightening my grip around her. Vani had started unbuttoning my shirt, and was down two buttons, when I said, “Don’t”
She stopped, but let her hand stay on my chest. After some time, I let go of her neck and moved away from her. I walked to the sofa by the window and sat down. Vani was confused. Our passionate start to the stay at the hotel was interrupted, rather abruptly and for no reason that she could understand.
“What happened?” She asked me, conscious that she was standing in front of me without her tee shirt.
I reached for her tee shirt in the bed, and threw it to her. That confused her even more. She looked embarrassed, and to certain extent, insulted. As she was putting her tee shirt back on, I said, “There are things I need to tell you”
When Vani was dressed as she came, I told her things that I kept from her. I told her that I smoked. I had lied to her all this time, because she wasn’t near me. But now that we were in a hotel room together, it seemed unfair that I lie to her. I took out the packet of cigarette in the back pocket of my jeans. She was quiet.
“I know you don’t like it, but it’s what I do, it’s what keeps me going. I want to smoke now”
As I lit my cigarette, I had my eyes fixed on Vani’s. She was quiet, but it was an uncomfortable silence. I looked down at her feet, they were still pointed to me. I took this to tell her the second truth.
“I don’t know about you, we have never had this discussion. But I have not been exclusive. There is someone else that I talk to, in the same way I talk with you.” I meant Sushri.
Vani looked outside the window. I knew I was hurting her. I could have gotten away by not saying any of those things I said. But I was more curious about her reaction. In my mind, the worst that could have happened was for Vani to leave early. Sushri was around too, and I had conveniently informed her that if I were free in the day, I’d give her call.
The girl who was heaving and moaning, with my face pressed against her breasts less than a minute ago, wasn’t even looking at me. I let out an audible sigh, and with it a large cloud of smoke. Vani coughed lightly and pushed the window open. The heat from outside hit my face. But it was worth the cigarette, and whatever reaction that Vani would give.
“Why are you telling me these now?” Vani asked.
“I…” I took a drag, “I don’t want you to feel lied to, after we check-out.”
“But you have been lying to me. And for what? For this body?” She looked at me. She had teared up, her voice had the hint of a crack.
“Yes, I did that because it was fun seeing you, it was fun kissing you now. But what I am about to do next, it requires you to trust me” I said.
“And what do you think you are about to do?” she crossed her arms.
I was looking around to use something as an ashtray. Lacking it, I took one of the glasses and shook my cigarette ash there.
“I have always loved your looking at your lips. I have been honest about what I did looking at your photos. I jerked off thinking about you in many ways. But a recurring theme in those fantasies has been your lips wrapped around my dick”, I took another drag of cigarette, “I want you to suck me”
“I don’t want to” she replied almost instantly.
“That’s too bad” I said.
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