This story is part of the Hot Night After A Party series
Hello, sexy boys and girls of Desi Tales. How are you? Were you guys waiting for me? Don’t worry guys. I am back with a bang (literally).
Thanks a lot as I spent two days to read and reply most of your emails. Special thanks to Mr. Sekar for important tips to improve my writings.
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As usual, my introduction. I am Neha Singh. I am from Indore. I settled in Mumbai and work there as a Marketing Executive in an MNC. I did my masters in the UK and the UK lifestyle has changed me a lot. I have a good body with the curves that guys long for and blessed with a beautiful and attractive face.
With these attributes, I came across lots of encounters and new experiences with mostly being erotic. I am sharing my experiences with you guys and please feel free to send your views and I don’t mind anybody judging me. It is your won right to judge me.
Well, this incident happens to me very often and it feels like a Deja Vu sometimes. But I am about to narrate one such incident which happened very recently. I am a party bird. I love to party on weekend nights. Whatever may be the crisis, I want to party on Friday and Saturday nights.
Sometimes, I go alone and sometimes I go with my friend. I drink twice a week in the clubs.
So on one Friday night, all my friends were busy and some went to their native places. I was feeling alone and I desperately needed to party. I wanted to have some drinks and dance to the songs. I am not a good dancer but at the same time, I dance better than most of the Bollywood actors.
I went to the club in Mumbai wearing a black one piece slit skirt and red heels. I kept my hair loose as I like to feel free while dancing.
As usual, there was a queue at the entrance. Only couples and the ladies were allowed inside and some disappointed boys were trying to bribe the security to enter.
When I was standing in the queue, one guy came to me and said he wanted to talk to me alone. I thought he wanted me to take him in and I went to a lonely place to listen to him.
Him: Ma’am, I want your help.
Me: You want me to take you in?
Him: Not just that.
Me: What else?
Him: My girlfriend broke up with me and she is entering the club with a new guy. I just wanted to show her I have a new girl with me. Please don’t judge me by this. You can do it only if you are interested.
Me: Fine. I will do it.
We were folding our hands with each other and entered the club.
Him: My name is Raj.
Me: I am Esha.
Of course, I won’t be giving my real name to the strangers.
Him: Once we enter, wait near the door. First I will sit at the table next to her’s and I will pretend that I am waiting for my new girlfriend. You come after a few minutes and pretend that you were stuck in a traffic jam.
Me: Why not just go and sit next to her now.
Him: I just want to make it appear natural to her.
Me: (Smiles) Okay.
He was waiting for the table next to her’s and pretended that he ran by her accidentally. He was talking to her and she introduced her new boyfriend to him.
They were talking something and I was not able to guess. I could see that Raj was not feeling happy when she was talking to him with her hands folding her new boyfriend’s arms and was kissing him frequently. It is always sexy when guys get jealous and I was admiring his jealous from distance. I purposely delayed seeing him getting possessive.
Finally, I went to him,
Me: Hi, baby. Sorry I am late. I got stuck in the traffic.
Raj: Hi, baby. What took you so long? (He hugged me tightly and kissed me to my surprise)
GF: Who is she?
Raj: She is Esha. My girlfriend. Esha, she is Sana. My friend.
Me: Hello, Sana.
S: Hello. He is my boyfriend Anil.
She was not happy to see me hugging him. She was not even smiling. We sat in out table and Raj bought a few drinks. She was watching us the whole time and occasionally drinking and talking to her boyfriend.
Me: You didn’t tell me about the kiss you gave me. It was not agreed by us.
R: Sorry. I was angry at her. She broke up with me two days ago and see how fast she is flirting with another man. I couldn’t take this. I am really sorry.
Me: It is okay. You are a good kisser by the way. I am okay with the kiss.
R: So can I kiss you again when she is looking at us.
Me: Yeah. Bust she is looking at us from the beginning.
We had a few drinks and he kissed me after a few minutes. This time he kissed me on the lips.
He made my lips completely wet. I could feel the pain of his trimmed beard on my mouth and cheeks. His tongue was playing with mine and with his tooth, he sucked my whole tongue and I was having a good time.
Did he give me a French kiss? Why? Did he think that my leniency with him for the first kiss was like a green signal to him so that he could do whatever with me? These were the questions going on in my mind then but I never asked him anything due to the aftermath of the kiss. I still felt his lips over mine.
He said he was going out of control after the kiss and wanted to have sex with me. I was high after too many drinks and even I felt horny and the urge to have sex. I took him to the dance floor and hugged him tightly.
After a dance, I felt very tired and he took me to the washroom and helped me wash my face. I sensed that the place was isolated and got on my knees.
I slowly unzipped his pants and took out his hard rod. I planted a kiss and was licking his dick head. I grabbed his balls and was playing with them. I made his penis and balls wet by licking each and every inch and started to suck his long penis. I gave him a nice blowjob and on hearing a noise I stood up and he adjusted his pants.
He took me back to the table.
I will continue the story in the next part. Please rate my story of you like and send your feedback to [email protected]