by KASI, MV
During the next few minutes, he single mindedly paid all his attention to pleasuring her, until she came with a loud cry.
She took a while to recover from her fourth intense orgasm in the past twenty four hours. Smiling, she turned towards him. Samrat was lying stiffly next to her. His eyes were closed, and his entire body was tensed and quivering slightly.
She sat up and looked at him. Especially at his painful arousal. "Oh you poor thing. Look at you, you are in pain. Let me kiss it better," she teased and then held him gently.
"Mahi...you don't have to. I wanted this to be about you. I'll be fine. Just give me a minute," he told her with a painful grimace.
"Aww that's very noble of you. But I want to, part of my wild fantasies," she said and held his gaze with a slow wicked smile. "And if I end up dying of sexual exhaustion, then I'll be taking you with me!" she promised him, and then pleasured him, until he shouted hoarsely as he clutched her hair.
Much later, she got up from the bed.
"Okay. Play time is over buddy. Let's eat. I'm starving!" she said, stretching her overworked muscles.
Samrat was still lying on the bed with a silly smile on his rugged face. Even his wildest imaginations or his dreams about her hadn’t prepared him for the reality of what it was like to be with Mahi.
He finally got up after a few minutes and walked into the bathroom to clean up and then returned.
"What do we have?" he asked her.
She was already eating. "Chicken fajita omelets, waffles with whipped cream and lots of fresh fruit. Oh and also the banana bread and other baked treats from the vacation house owner. There is also some coffee for me and tea bags for you with hot water and cream."
He began eating his breakfast with gusto. She could barely finish half of her huge omelet and one fourth of her waffle when he was done with his, and started eating the banana bread.
"Better eat well and power up. I have plans for later that require a lot of stamina," he told her with an elaborate leer.
She laughed at his playfulness. "Why do I feel we are not talking about hiking?"
Frowning in disgust at the thought of making his tea using the tea bags, hot water and cream, when he was actually craving a strong chai, he absently asked her, "Did you want to go hiking today?"
She was amused when he grimaced at the first sip of his watery tea. "No. I don't want to hike. It's afternoon now. Why don't we spend some time just exploring the downtown? We can just walk around, and maybe have our lunch slash dinner at a local restaurant, and then return to our vacation house in a few hours."
Samrat wanted to just stay in their vacation house, and hold her naked under him in between bouts of sex, but he didn't think she would go with his suggestion, and he did promise her some recovery time.
"Okay. Go get ready then. We will leave in fifteen minutes," he said and finished the rest of her breakfast.
He hated wasting any food.
CHAPTER 6
Samrat was surprisingly having a great time outside the bed. Mahi got the commentary about the various city sights going, and he didn't want to stop her. He had been to San Francisco at least twice a year from the past ten years, and had also visited the downtown a few times as well.
The best thing about exploring the city was the fact that he could hold Mahi close and whisper some things into her ear in the public. No one really cared about public display of affection and even Mahi was game as well.
Even she couldn't keep her hands off him. When he whispered things about what he would do to her that night, she took it up as a challenge and whispered back equally raunchy things that she would do to him in return.
Samrat groaned and hugged her close to hide his body's reaction. "It's not fair. I would look like a pervert walking around in public with an obvious arousal while you can hide yours since you are a woman," he complained.
Mahi grinned. "Well, you started it. I was talking about some harmless history behind the cable car system, when you began talking about doing it in...doggy style and some other styles," she said smirking at him.
He laughed. "Let's go find a place to eat our early dinner before we head back."
They found a restaurant on the pier that overlooked the ocean and the golden gate bridge. When they sat down, Samrat watched Mahi as she began to place their food order. When she asked him for his preference, he asked her to pick something for him.
When the waiter left, Mahi was quiet and seemed to be contemplating something while look out at the view.
"One of the rare days when the bridge is actually visible," she remarked after a while.
"Do you miss living here?" he asked her softly.
"What? No. Not really. I loved the bustle of the city, especially because I worked in a company here for nearly eight years. But outside work, I hated my life here. I think I enjoy living in India better, even if it's only been a few months."
Samrat wanted to know more, but he didn't want to push her. He knew that her marriage hadn't been a happy one. And then there was also the fact that she had an affair while she was still technically married.
A few months ago, he would have been disgusted associating himself with someone who had an extramarital affair. But after observing her for nearly five months, he knew there must have been more to it. And he was right. She had been separated from her husband when she was with another man, and he didn't consider that as cheating.
Then there was also the fact that she had a son who died when he was four years old. For a mother, that loss would have been two fold. He had loved his daughter deeply and she had loved him back.
And even though he barely spent any quality time with his daughter, she was always happy to see him, and came running to him, to hug him, and then covered his face with her kisses. One of the things he felt guilty and broken over, was that he had been so busy building and then running his company that he barely had enough time to spend with his daughter.
When Sana died in the accident along with Nandini, he had gone into an inconsolable grief for a very long time. He refused to talk to anyone about her, not even to his mother or his sister, who were grieving along with him.
And later when he went back to work, he had announced that he would be quitting as the CEO, and would be only involved in mandatory management of his company, and that he would dedicate his time with something he liked to do.
Samrat's thoughts were interrupted when their food arrived. He dug into the spicy dish with rice, vegetables and lots of seafood.
"Not bad," he commented.
"Oh please. It's okay to say that something is good or mind blowing. Stop with your 'not bad' comments," she told him with a slight eye roll.
He smiled. "I'll leave those superlatives to rate your performance tonight," he replied suggestively.
"Hah! Obviously I'll earn them and I promise you that you'll be screaming out more superlatives in the next three weeks. I know I'm the best at what I do. I work very hard and very long to be the best," she told him coyly.
He laughed. "What are you eating?" he asked looking at the thick white soup in a bread bowl.
"Clam chowder. You can try it. It's pretty good, if you can get over your spicy taste buds and ignore the smell." She ate a spoonful and hummed her approval at the thick and creamy texture with chunks of seafood and vegetables.
He looked at her with an odd lost expression. "My daughter Sana used to do that," he told her softly.
Mahi paused for a second and looked at him quietly.
He smiled. "She used to hum while eating. It used to drive my wife, Nandini crazy, but I used to find it funny and cute. It was the greatest sound in the world."
Mahi smiled. "That is funny and cute."
Samrat stared at his dish as though it held some answers and then looked up at her. "I feel guilty that I wasn't a good enough father. I never spent a lot of time at home with Sana during her brief three years of life. Compared to how Sidhu was with Srishti during that age, I wasn't a good father."
She held his hand. "Hey, don't beat yourself over it. And at three years of age, I'm sure your daughter would have thought the world of you, whether or not you were present all the time. All toddlers love their parents unconditionally. I'm sure your little girl thought her daddy was the best among all the daddies in the world."
He smiled. "I really hope so."
Soon they talked about their work. Mahi was excitedly telling him about her upcoming training and Samrat told her about the technology conferences that he attended each year in San Francisco around mid-July.
After dinner, they hurried back to the vacation home where he dragged her to bed immediately. And after they were satisfied temporarily, he grilled her,
"So tell me all about these sexual fantasies and expectations you have. What drives them and what feeds them?" he demanded, watching her intently as though he would write a thesis paper about it soon.
Mahi found his nerdy analytical brain very sexy.
"My god Samrat, you have such an organized and analytical brain. But you are right, we should both discuss our needs, just so we know where we stand," she said with a saucy smile.
And they did discuss them in graphic detail. Soon the talk got them worked up and they demonstrated some of their fantasies.
CHAPTER 7
Samrat woke up, and reached out a hand next to him on the bed, searching for Mahi. He slowly opened his eyes when he realized she wasn't there. Staring at the pillow indentation left by Mahi's head, he smiled contently, recalling the last ten days in San Francisco.
Almost all their days had a routine of sort, just the way he preferred. They woke up in the morning, and had a round of sex, sometimes two if he found her accommodating enough, and then set out to their office.
During their commute, Mahi offered to drive, saying that she had missed driving, and blasted some gibberish songs on the radio. On the way they picked up some Chai the way he preferred, and ate their breakfast in the car. Usually he hated eating anywhere except on a table meant for meals, but if it got him a bonus round of sex, he was more than willing to eat anywhere.
At work, he headed for his conferences while Mahi attended her training and worked with her Palo Alto team. Once he was done, he called her and asked her to meet him at the parking garage, but sometimes he had to drag her away from her work desk.
On their way back, they stopped to pick up food from someplace. But sometimes when they were in too much of a hurry to get into bed, they got food delivered to their vacation house later on. After a round of sex, they had dinner and fell into an exhausted sleep.
Mahi woke up earlier than him due to jet lag, and was usually on calls with her India team from her bedroom. Although that room barely got used after the first night, she still kept her clothes and belongings there. Thank god for that, since it was a huge mess! She finished her calls and sometimes woke him in the best way a man can ever be woken up, or sometimes he was already awake and dragged her back to the bed. Once they were done, they fell back into another round of exhausted sleep before waking up later in the morning.
The only thing that concerned him was that he always had the strong need to touch her, to hold her close, and then know all her secrets. Sometimes, it came off as desperate from his end and maybe scared her a little. And there was also the fact that around her, he seemed to spill his guts about everything. Things he hadn't shared with his sister or mother. Maybe it was the intimacy they shared or the way she listened quietly without interrupting and then just hugged him close. He was beginning to like it. A lot. A lot more than it was advised for a temporary relationship.
Samrat sighed loudly, and threw away the bed sheets to get up and go to Mahi's bedroom.
She was working and was on a phone call talking to her team. She looked at him briefly, but didn't acknowledge him and continued talking on her phone, while typing something on her laptop.
He knew he should be leaving her alone until she finished her call. But he crawled into the bed to pull her robe open from the bottom.
She kicked her legs at him with a slight warning frown. He ignored her frown and gestured with his hand for her to continue with the call. Slowly he began to kiss her feet and could hear her voice stumble slightly on the call. And when he started to move up further on her legs, her breathing hitched and she tried to shake him off her legs again. But he was insistent and soon zeroed onto his target.
Mahi hurriedly hung up the call, and clutched his hair hard with both her hands to pull his head closer. He pushed her laptop aside and crawled up further on the bed.
Over the next few minutes they had an immensely enjoyable noisy sex. Or so he thought. Because soon after, as soon as their breathing slowed down, Mahi erupted.
"What the hell, Samrat! I was on a freaking work call. I indicated to you, not to paw me!"
He felt a little guilty, but he was too sated to regret the last few minutes.
"Oh come on, Mahi. You enjoyed my pawing a few minutes ago. In fact your loud screaming must have woken up the entire neighborhood," he said with a satisfied smile.
Mahi didn't find that funny and looked extremely angry. And her anger for some strange reason was turning him on, and he didn't think she would appreciate it if he told her that.
"I need you to respect my work, Samrat. Maybe it's not as noble or important as your job, but it's still something I'm passionate about."
He felt slightly ashamed. "Of course I respect your work, Mahi. I did not think it would be that big of a deal when it was just a routine nightly call. I would not mind if you did the same with me. In fact I would welcome you anytime to disturb me during my boring calls, using such inventive ways."
Mahi narrowed her eyes and he could feel her formulate some idea.
Later that morning, they were asleep wrapped around each other in his bed when he woke up to an alarm. She tried to pull him closer, to get him to make slow and sleepy love that she enjoyed sometimes during the mornings. But, he had to reluctantly turn her down since he had his weekly call with his executive committee in the next few minutes.
Pulling on his shorts and T-shirt, he walked into the small attached office den to sit at a desk in the middle of the room. And then he turned on his laptop to start the video call.
A few minutes into the call, he felt fingers caress his thighs and froze for a second, but still continued looking at the laptop screen to discuss some issues with the committee.
The next minute he felt his shorts zipper being lowered. She held him in her hands. Soon his breathing sped up and he was having a tough time forming coherent sentences on the call.
Some of the executives were watching him oddly, especially when he began to grimace while talking, since he felt her hand pumping him.
Sweat broke out on his forehead. "Gentlemen, I'm sorry. I'm not feeling that well today. I'm coming down with something I think—"
He broke off abruptly to almost groan out loud when he felt her squeeze..
"I'll catch up with you on our next call. Send me an email or call me directly if you need anything," he said hurriedly and closed his laptop screen after cutting off the call.
He was furious at Mahi, but clutched her head closer to him for her to finish what she started, and shouted out hoarsely when he felt his release hit him hard.
He was still shuddering in jerks when she got out from under the desk, looking victorious.
"And that's how ladies and gentleman, an ultimate revenge is taken. I would welcome you anytime, to disturb me during my boring calls, especially using such inventive ways, Mahi," she imitated his deep voice, mocking him with a grin.
Samrat looked angry and confused for a second. Then he exhaled loudly, remembering saying that to her, and shook his head. "Fine. I admit that I was wrong to disturb you during your work. And never will I ever ignore your warnings again! I hope we are even and I don't have to check under the tables in my office or anywhere else."
Mahi laughed and stuck her tongue out.
"Let’s g
et ready soon. I’m starving. We missed our dinner last night…although our dining table got used pretty well," she said with a grin.
He got up from the chair and pulled her closer to pick her up into his arms. "I did eat or rather feasted on something very enjoyable there last night. You," he whispered dramatically in her ear before carrying her back to his room.
She laughed, running her fingers over his unshaven face. "You know Samrat, looking at your stern and serious face; no one would ever guess that you had such a wild side or were such a dirty talker in bed."
Since then, he demonstrated more of his wild side and dirty talking that she seemed to love.
CHAPTER 8
A few days later they stopped at an Indian restaurant to pick up their food. Even though they could just order food through apps or simply call in for having the food delivered to their vacation house, Mahi insisted on being able to simply picking up food from the actual restaurants. She wanted to see and then smell the food at those places.
"I want to order authentic Indian food. I have tried enough exotic food from the past two weeks to last me a lifetime," said Samrat with a frown.
Mahi had the chance to pick up food from all her favorite cuisines and made Samrat try the food as well. At first he just ate them quietly and then after a few days he started complaining. She had to use some of her wiles to get him to try those dishes before having Indian food delivered to their vacation house.
"Don't be a baby. I can't believe that someone who is as well travelled as you would whine about smelly food or slimy food. You said you enjoyed Sushi, remember?" she said and winked at him.
Samrat groaned remembering how she got him to eat Sushi rolls that he didn't particularly enjoy. He had been to Japan several times and tried Sushi once out of politeness, but could never develop a palette for them. But Mahi had placed some of the rolls on her stomach, while lying down on the dining table and dared him to try. And he did try them with pleasure.