Chapter 1: That Phone Call

Home, 6:30 PM

It was a Thursday, one day before the weekend officially began. I untied my hair, having just logged off my work laptop. When my phone rang, I was in two minds, deciding between making coffee or fixing a drink for myself.

*Unknown number, sigh*

“Hello?” half expecting a TeleCaller trying out his luck on his last call of the day.

“Are you done with work for the day?” I heard a vaguely familiar voice on the other end.

“Umm… Who are you?”

“I am taking that as a yes”, and before I could say anything, “I will pick you up in 30 minutes. Pack light.”

The line went dead.

*WTF was that? He sounded so familiar, though!*

He wanted to pick me up in 30 minutes. That means he knows where I live. I thought about calling him back but then decided not to. If he knows my place, he will be here soon anyway.

I decided to make that cup of coffee after all.

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29 minutes and two cups of coffee later...

My phone starts ringing with the mystery guy’s number on the screen. I let it ring.

30 seconds later, he calls me again. This time I pick up.

“Why didn’t you answer the first time?” enquired the mystery voice.

“Coz you were not on time”, I replied bluntly.

“Whaaa… I called you in exactly 30 minutes!” he exclaimed.

“No, you called me 1 minute early.”

*Silence*

*Awkward Silence*

*More Awkward Silence*

I couldn’t hold it anymore and burst out laughing.

“Oh! You got me!”

*Yeah, I am like that. I play tricks when you least expect it. Don’t worry. You will know much more about me as we go along this journey.*

“Right, so mind coming downstairs? I am waiting in a silver Innova, parked right next to the B-gate of your apartment complex. Make sure you lock up properly. You are going for the weekend.”, he said. It was his turn to be blunt.

*Who is he? Damn my memory. I know that voice, but I can’t place a face or name on it! Only a few people in my life can dictate how he is doing now, and I am pretty sure I remember all of them.*

I was still scratching my head when he said, “Make it fast. Your apartment security is already staring down on us.” He hung up.

I thought for a minute and then decided to check out who it was in the first place. I quickly pull up a cotton Capri over my boyshorts and a scarf over my sleeveless top and grab my phone on the way. I lock my door and make my way to the ground floor, towards the B-gate where this mystery man is supposedly waiting.

I crossed the security gate to check outside; sure enough, there was a silver Innova taxi parked curbside. I cautiously walked over to the car and took a peek inside. There was nobody in the car except for the driver.

I was about to approach the driver to check when I heard his voice behind me, “Wow, you sure know how to pack light!”

I turned around in surprise and… “Oh my God! Vicky!!!!”

And before he could say anything, I almost jumped at him, hugging him tightly. And so was he. And why wouldn’t he? We are meeting after a gap of 5+ years.

So here I am, meeting Vicky, aka Vikas Khanna, after he decided to surprise me out of the blue. After 5 fucking years. Well, after he secretly got married to a bombshell and was on a perpetual honeymoon, pretty sure fucking the entire time like wild animals. After, he suddenly decided to go offline, out of reach from everyone, including his close friends and most of his family. After he cut ties with all his old flings. I belonged to the third category. Yup, you read it right. He wasn’t my boyfriend at any point. Not even a friend. But that didn’t stop us from having crazy fun under the sheets. Or over. Or without them.

After what seemed like a never-ending hug, “Come on, let’s go. The driver must already be thinking that we are fused together.”

I look up, “Where are we going? And what is it that you said about going for the weekend?”

“Yup, babe, we are getting lost for the weekend.”

“Wait, hold on a minute. First, tomorrow is a Friday, and it is a working day. I am working tomorrow. It’s work from home, but I am still working. And second, you just can’t suddenly present yourself after 5+ years and ask me to come along with you!”

“Babe, I know it is a working day tomorrow, and I wouldn’t disturb you. You can work tomorrow without my interference. It’s just going to be from a different place. Alright?” he said. “You know me well. I am a man of my word.”

*That he was.*

“Okay, so tell me, where are we going? And is your wife in town with you?”

His face shrunk as I mentioned his wife. “Wait, did you get dumped by your wife?” I asked jokingly.

He didn’t reply.

“Sorry, what’s the matter, Vicky?”, now concerned.

“Babe, why don’t we speak somewhere else instead of here? Go get your laptop and your stuff, and let’s go.”

I looked at him for a second, his face showing no expression. I figured it was not the right time to discuss this.

“I will be back soon, okay? I need to change as well.”

“Listen, don’t worry about that. You are good as it is. Forget your stuff. Just get your laptop and be fast”, he insisted.

Before I could say anything, he once again reiterated the same thing. I knew not to argue with him. I quickly went back to my apartment. I packed my laptop in a laptop sleeve along with its accessories, my wallet and my vanity bag. As I was about to leave, I checked myself in the mirror. 

*Perfect! I look like I just got out of bed in my crumpled top, capris and messy hair.*

I quickly washed my face to bring an ounce of decency to my appearance and locked the door behind me. I walked back to the gate. This time he was already in the car, in the passenger seat. Great!

I looked at him, and he indicated I would get in the vehicle’s second row. I was expecting him to talk to me in the car. I guess that’s not happening with him sitting in the front seat and me behind him. Unless he wants to share everything in front of the driver. I got in the car, and we left. It was a silent drive for a good 45 minutes in peak Bengaluru traffic, and then the car turned into a well-manicured compound. As we passed security, I noticed that we entering into Sheraton hotel and resort. Good choice!

Once our check-in formalities were done, we proceeded to the lift. 

As we entered the lift, he said, “I know you have many questions in your mind.”

“Damn right I have!” I snapped. “But first, I am not dressed for this place, man. Look at me!”

“You are fine, don’t overthink it.”

“And second, are you expecting me to stay the weekend here with you?” I inquired.

“Yes, I told you that already.”

“And why do you think I would agree to that?” I asked. “Even if I did, I am not carrying any of my stuff except for my laptop.”

“Don’t worry about your stuff. I will answer your question in two parts. One, I am not married as you and everyone else think. Two, I will tell you the second part at a later time. Again trust me”, he explained.

My eyes went wide when he mentioned that he wasn’t married. “What???”

“Yes, you heard right. We were never married. I did get engaged to her, and it was a never-ending honeymoon after that.” I looked at him as if he was joking. He continued, “We went on multiple trips, backpacking across India, South East Asia, Europe, Down under… Explored a lot of places together while exploring each other at every opportunity”, he said, winking at me. “We fucked like hillbillies.”

*See, I was right about the fucking part? I am never wrong about the fucking part!*

I was looking at him, surprised. “And then?”

“And then what?” he sounded irritated.

“Then what happened?” I insisted.

“Then, one fine day, she said she didn’t want to get married. Like not married at all. She wants to stay single.”, he said meekly.

I looked at him for a second and said, “So I was right. She dumped you!”

“No, no, no, no, that’s not how it went!” he protested.

“Ohhh my god! The great Vikas Khanna was dumped by a girl! This is breaking news.”, I squealed in mock delight.

Just as he was about to say something, the lift chimed, and the door opened to the fifth floor.

I walked out giggling at the unfortunate events in Vicky’s life. I followed him as he huffed towards the room without waiting for me.

Once inside the room, he sat on the bed and looked at me.

“So, what is this about?” I asked. “She dumped you, so you are back to hook up with me?”

“We never hooked up before. We only had crazy sex”, he replied instantly.

*He was right*

“You didn’t answer my question.”

“You will get all your answers at the right time, okay?”, He replied, still sore from my comments.

“Alright, chill. What’s done is past. It’s over. No point thinking about it.” I tried soothing his wounds, though my words had a bit of malice.

“She was a good fuck, though.”, he said.

“I am sure she was fun”, I replied. “So, what’s the plan now? I desperately need a shower. Been working all day!”

“Why don’t you take a shower now, and then we will order room service.”

I thought about it and decided to go for it.

“Alright”

As I was about to walk into the shower cubicle, he called me and said, “Babe, don’t bother about the blinds.”

I nodded though I didn’t understand what he meant, and walked inside. I noticed a bathtub next to the shower cubicle, enclosed by glass on two sides. That’s when I realised what he meant. The shower cubicle and the bathtub are directly visible from the room unless the blinds are pulled down.

*So he wants to see me while I have my shower!*

He was now seated on the bed with a direct line of sight to the shower cubicle. “Fuck”, I muttered to myself.

*It’s not that he hasn’t seen me naked before. He has, countless times. The fact that it’s been more than 5 years since we’ve been last together and that it is happening so suddenly was giving me goosebumps.*

I stood there contemplating my next move. Then I turned around in place with my back towards him. I left my hair open and took off my top. I slowly slid my capris down my knees. I turned back and walked into the glass cubicle while our eyes met. I saw him staring into mine with a burning desire to devour me. I have never seen so much lust in someone’s eyes. He held his stare for a few more seconds, and his eyes darted downwards. I could feel him checking out my boobs through my lace bra. And then, his eyes went lower. And lower. I could already feel a tingling sensation between my thighs. “Fuck!!!!!” I muttered again.

I ran the shower while the water warmed up. I looked at him, and our eyes met again. The lust in his eyes had just multiplied a hundred times!

“Fuck!!!!!” I muttered for the third time. And this time, I saw him smile like he had just read my mind. Or my lips.

Due to the heat of the running water, the glass cubicle was fogging up. The visibility from outside the glass cubicle was dropping. I unhooked my bra behind my back while maintaining eye contact with him and let it fall on the floor. He didn’t flinch.

I then slid my boyshorts down my thighs. The lacy underwear smoothly dropped to my ankles. I looked up to him, and now, he flinched. It was now my turn to smile. He straightened up and grabbed his crotch, massaging himself slowly. I turned to get under the shower, letting the hot water wet my entire body. I tilted my head to look at him, but now the glass was completely opaque. Amid all this drama, I didn’t realise I was soaking wet between my thighs!

I half expected him to walk into the shower to join me while I worked up a lather from the body wash the luxury hotel gratefully provided in the bathroom. He didn’t even have to knock – I had kept the door unlocked. I was in no hurry, taking my time to finish my bath. As I was patting myself dry using the thick white towels, the condensation on the glass was giving away, making it transparent again. I continued drying myself while letting him enjoy the view of my glorious ass ;)

I let my wet hair over my back, slid into a bathrobe Sheraton generously provided in the rooms and walked out. Vicky was still in the same position on the bed, massaging his crotch over his jeans.

He got down from the bed and looked at me, “Take off that robe. You don’t need it.”, he ordered point blank.

He then walked towards the full-length glass overlooking the lawn and pulled the curtains open. Suddenly, a blast of bright light flooded the room. 

He turned around and said, “What are you waiting for? Take off that robe, girl!”

I was surprised at his direct order. I wasn’t expecting him to be this direct while disrobing me.

He sat on the chair next to the bed and said, “You know what, why don’t you climb over the bed and take off that robe?”

I did as he asked. I climbed over the bed and slid the robe over my shoulders, letting it fall down on the bed. 

“Now raise both your hands and turn around slowly”, he instructed.

*Fuck! He has made me do this a few times previously as well. Especially when he was turned on beyond imagination.*

I raised my hands, holding them above my head, slowly turning around on my feet while he feasted his eyes over every inch of me.

Those 15 seconds were the longest 15 seconds of my life. Every second felt like an eternity as I displayed myself to him. While he was visually examining my curves and crevices, blood flow dramatically increased to various exciting parts of my body. Along with getting my pussy freakishly wet, I was suddenly feeling way too horny.

Suddenly he got up, stripped off his jeans and climbed over the bed. He grabbed me by my head and kissed me hard. He bit my tongue and lips as he smothered his face over mine. After a few seconds of hot kissing, he pulled his face back, looking at mine intently. I was about to say something when he turned me around and pushed me forward to my knees. The next instant, I feel his hard cock making its way inside me from behind. I let out a hard gasp as he entered me so roughly.

Now let me tell you about the great Vikas Khanna’s cock. He has a nice, long cock with a bulbous head. Not thick, but really long with thick veins wrapping his member. It’s like his cock works out in a gym. And his bulbous cock-head ensures that every time he enters or pulls out, my pussy knows exactly the path it took!

And so he was in. His veiny long cock was 8 inches inside me. And he stayed there. As if he contemplating his next move. Just as I opened my mouth to say something, he suddenly pulled out again, all of him, ensuring that the only sound I made was a deep, throaty moan while my arms folded in front of me. He then held me tight by my waist using his hands, his fingers digging deep into my skin.

Then he thrust back in, letting his member crash hard into my pussy, making me shudder, letting out a long, stuttering moan. He ventured deep before pulling himself back again, this time not entirely. He again pushed back in, letting his cock-head rub everything on its way. He went back in again with even more intensity this time. My moans got louder and my breath more intense as he thrust harder and harder. I could feel his fingernails taking the skin off my waist as he held me hard. The palms of my hand were grabbing the silky white sheets of the bed for support.

About a few minutes of heavy thrusting, he slowed down to catch his breath. He then adjusted behind me and bent forward to grab my wet hair. He balled my hair in the palm of his hand and pulled me behind, lifting my head backwards, and my back arched inwards.

I lifted myself, pushing my weight on the palm of my hands. He began thrusting slowly and then faster as he settled in this position. He still had one hand pinching into my skin at the right side of my waist while his other hand grabbed my hair. I was facing straight out the full-length glass wall overlooking the lawn. I was now moaning and shrieking intermittently as he thrust deeper and rougher. 

Juices from my pussy flowed down my thighs, creating wet, sloppy sounds every time his crotch slapped my ass. I am sure it would’ve been a sight to behold if someone was watching us from behind – him rapidly thrusting into a throbbing white cunt overflowing with her cum. With each thrust, I could feel his hot breath on my upper back as he was about to cum.

He increased his speed as he was nearing the finish line, suddenly letting go of my hair. He quickly pushed me forward, smothering me into the bed while pulling out. He blew his load on my ass and waist, exhaling in satisfaction. He then jerked and fapped his cock on my ass, and a few sprinkles reached my upper back and side boobs as he emptied his throbbing cock on me.

“Ugh, dude, I just showered!” still breathless, trying to push his cock away.

“Oh, you dirty girl! I want to keep you dirty all the time.”

“Shut up”, I said.

He then grabbed my ass hard and squeezed it in his hands. “Damn, I missed this pussy for 5 years!”

“Yeah, right, says the guy who was fucking another one mercilessly all this time”, I said.

“Nothing compares to yours, babe, I promise”, he said as he spread my ass cheeks. “Look at that royal cunt! So wet and dripping with cum! It’s like someone poured liquid cheese here”, he said, mocking. He slid two of his fingers inside my pussy and began to finger me.

“I think you should give her some rest after the pounding you gave her just now” it was my turn to speak in a third voice about my pussy.

“Oh no, no, babe, we’ve just begun. She has a lot of work to do this whole weekend! It’s just Thursday today”, he replied, wet slapping my pussy a few times.

“What?” I asked, questioning.

“That’s the second part of your answer, babe. I am going to ensure your pussy remains red, sloppy and dripping this entire weekend”, he said as he withdrew his fingers from my wetness. “And I am sure you would agree to that”, he whispered as he planted a kiss on my cheeks.

“And babe, you would agree to that because you really want a red, sloppy, dripping wet pussy this weekend!”

I let out a thirsty gasp.

*I want a red, sloppy and dripping wet pussy this weekend*

“Fuck!!!!!”

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Continued in Chapter Two: Friday Prep!