My father decided against the trip for work commitments. My mother too decided not to go on the trip, the reason being my father\u2019s absence on the trip. Not that I was complaining. But to think of a paradise where there are no restrictions rejuvenates you.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d be lying if I say that I never thought about going on a solo trip. Make some new friends that you\u2019ll remember once in a while you repeatedly play their recommended songs. Or when you experience the same failures or happiness identical to the tales of the stranger. And finally random hook-ups.<\/p>\n
I was unaware of the possibilities of random hook-ups on a solo trip. But countless erotica kept my hope alive. Now the issue was finding a companion to tag along with me. I cursed my singleness at that moment. Only if I had a girlfriend. But I do that every damn time when I am sad.<\/p>\n
So it wasn\u2019t out of the blue. After having an extensive discussion, which is for 10 minutes and asking two family members about their plans, we decided that cousin Ridhi will be my companion on the trip. Mainly because only two of my cousins have passports and we didn\u2019t have much of a choice.<\/p>\n
I\u2019d have preferred her brother because we were compatible with each other. But he had some important plans. The relation between me and Ridhi was similar to any other cousin out there. The relationship between us wasn\u2019t as close knitted as the relationship with her brother, but we got along pretty well.<\/p>\n
Three of us talked about everything and made fun of a lot of people together. Good times.<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019d have picked my girlfriend to go with me on the trip.\u201d I messaged her on Whatsapp.<\/p>\n
\u201cBut you didn\u2019t or you couldn\u2019t. I am guessing you didn\u2019t, because you don\u2019t have one. And knowing you, I am pretty sure you\u2019ll never get one.\u201d I couldn\u2019t see her but I was sure she had a dirty grin on her face when she was typing that.<\/p> \n\n
\u201cOuch, you stinky animal. How dare you?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cGuess I am right as always.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI give up. Excited about the trip?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou bet.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright. We\u2019ll meet on the D day then.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cSleep tight hugging your pillow, single fellow.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cConsider yourself dead when you come across me in the future.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe\u2019ll see about that.\u201d<\/p>\n
We kept in touch throughout the month. What to pack, what type of shoes to wear and schedule in salons. Huh, girls. She asked me about a ton of things despite me begging her not to irritate her. It is a month away for fuck’s sake.<\/p>\n
The D day was pretty uneventful. I looked over my belongings for one last time and departed for the airport. I reached Bhubaneswar airport before Ridhi. But the excitement lasted for only a couple of minutes. It was a sponsored trip with a guide. The guide seemed pretty cool but the people surrounding him did not.<\/p>\n
They were business dealers with their wives and in their mid-40s. MY excitement level dropped down to 20%. Why 20%? Because I was still pretty excited about visiting a new place. My desperate eyes scanned every member of the group in search of a pretty girl.<\/p>\n
I felt like I just lost the chance to meet my potential future ex-girlfriend. How can God do this to me? All I wanted to be a pretty girl in the group so that I can get to know her and probably get friend-zoned. Was it too much to ask for? And just like that, the tale of my romcom ended before it begins.<\/p>\n
Such overthinking, much pain. Wow. After a moment of disappointment Ridhi\u2019s car pulled over. I was pretty excited thinking about the fun we\u2019ll have at the summit of boredom. I looked at the car door as she stepped out. Black shoes, pink beige-colored T-shirt and pale blue jeans. And she cut her hair.<\/p>\n
It was a freaking bob cut. Gosh, I love short hair. I waved at her with making a weird face. She returned the favor by mocking my action. I was just happy that she was there. Meanwhile, her brother was taking out her suitcases with a happy yet helpless face.<\/p>\n
\u201cThank god, you\u2019re here. Look at the other members of our group.\u201d<\/p>\n
She looked over my shoulder only to see some elder people surrounding the guide and looked at me again. It seemed like we were on the same boat. I went over to her brother and we had an extensive talk about sports and the female Homo sapiens I\u2019ll be seeing in Singapore.<\/p>\n
Meanwhile, I stole a glance at Ridhi who was in conversation with my parents. The happiness and eagerness on her face were evident. It was time to depart. We bid farewell and entered the airport. Considering the size of other international airports, BBSR airport is fairly inferior by size.<\/p>\n
The flight departure was one and a half hours away. It was a connecting flight. We had to change flight at Kolkata.<\/p>\n
\u201cAre you disappointed?\u201d I asked Ridhi as we made ourselves comfortable at the waiting lounge after the security checks.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy would I feel disappointed?\u201d She asked with a confused look on her face.<\/p>\n
\u201cThere\u2019s no other handsome guy here except me here.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOuch. That hurts.\u201d I complained as I massaged my arms where she hit me.<\/p>\n
\u201cPlease look yourself in the mirror before making such a despicable statement.\u201d Ridhi had a sly smile on her face.<\/p>\n
No matter how much we irritate each other, I won\u2019t deny the fact that she was gorgeous. I have seen people check her out. She was aware of it. I mean it doesn\u2019t go unnoticed when guys sitting in front of you in the waiting lounge make eye contact with her every 10 seconds.<\/p>\n
I leaned back and noticed her behavior. She knew she had their attention. It didn\u2019t bother her and her composer was unfazed. All I could see from behind was her back and her hair (Duhh). She lifted her chin and ran her fingertips on her neck while looking in a different direction.<\/p>\n
I wasn\u2019t sure if that\u2019s what she was doing but when I observed the behavior of two guys seating in front of her, my suspicion grew stronger. The glancing became more frequent. It wouldn\u2019t take a genius to guess that they witnessed something good which in the case was a glimpse of her cleavage.<\/p>\n
It\u2019s not like you can exhibit your boobs completely in the waiting lounge and get away with it. Hence the only possible answer here was cleavage. I felt bad for her. But a sense of pride unveiled within me when I saw them look at her in amusement.<\/p>\n
There was a thirst in their eyes. And I\u2019d be lying if I say that I didn\u2019t imagine the scenery in front of my mind. I reached out to my bag to cover my boner. It wasn’t completely visible but I didn\u2019t want to take any chances.<\/p>\n
The journey was quite ordinary. You know the usual process of queuing up and getting into a tube where you are greeted by the figures sculptured by god. You take your seat and go to the back of the plane where they prepare their stroller for a nice walk down the aisle.<\/p>\n
You ask them for water when they are at the back of the plane chilling and start a conversation. Thus inquiring about their schedule and ask them to suggest some good places to eat. They oblige. You chat about it for a quite a while and bond over good food choices.<\/p>\n
Revealing the fact that you are alone in this new country and don\u2019t know anybody, you ask her out. She replies in affirmative. You feel like spreading your wings and fly in the clouds. But you can\u2019t do that at that exact moment. Cause the flight in doing that for you.<\/p>\n
You bid farewell and come back to your seat with a smile on your face. While some people wonder if you have stomach problems considering the time you spent at the back of the flight. And other dudes who witnessed you talking to the hostess thinking \u201cDamn, he\u2019s got game.\u201d<\/p>\n
You pass a smile to your new friend and companion while deboarding the flight. That\u2019s exactly how it went. Word to word. Did you think that I\u2019ll change my story after the paragraph? The narration was identical to what happened in real life. I won\u2019t just feed you the false narrative or change my statement in this para.<\/p>\n
I will change my story in this paragraph. That didn\u2019t happen. But they smiled at me and served me water honoring my request. And those two guys staring Ridhi earlier were eyeing us whenever they got the chance. Usually Ridhi, But I guess they were trying to figure out the nature of the relationship we had.<\/p>\n
That\u2019s pretty much it. We landed at Kolkata airport and waited in the lounge. Ridhi and I were conversing about the random stuff.<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe there weren\u2019t many handsome fellows there. But look around you now,\u201d Ridhi smirked.<\/p>\n
\u201cIf you think I\u2019ll look at the guys, you couldn\u2019t be more wrong. Look around. It\u2019s like I am in heaven filled with angels. God, they are so beautiful.\u201d I looked towards a group of girls engrossed in their phones.<\/p>\n
She looked at them. \u201cYeah,\u201d She sighed. Her smile disappeared and upon asking about it, her reply was \u201cNothing. I am just hungry.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWhy didn\u2019t you eat before leaving then? It\u2019ll probably an hour till they give us snacks.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLet\u2019s roam around and see if there\u2019s anything to eat.\u201d<\/p>\n
While boarding I noticed a couple from earlier. They were conversing with other members of our group. I didn\u2019t think that they\u2019ll be in our group for the tour. Upon asking Ridhi I came to know that they are indeed in our group. They were in their late thirties and oozing with the newlywed glow.<\/p>\n
The husband was discussing the business with the uncle while the wife had a look on her face that screamed, \u201cGet me out of this boring conversation.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe we should talk with them? They are not old. Maybe it\u2019ll be fun.\u201d I suggested Ridhi.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was thinking the same thing. But once we reach Singapore, we\u2019ll talk with them.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright.\u201d<\/p>\n
Our flight landed around 9 PM. The temperature was moderate. And we were hungry again. The immigration process was pretty smooth. After getting our baggage we boarded the bus which made a halt on the way for dinner at a restaurant. We reached a hotel around midnight. We had to wait for the guide to assign us rooms.<\/p>\n
The couple from earlier came over to our sofa and we started talking. Well, I didn\u2019t have to approach them. So that was a relief. It was the usual talk about how tiring the journey was and asking about where are you from. The wife, despite being in the worn-out state tried to keep an interesting face.<\/p>\n
I couldn\u2019t figure out if she was genuinely interested or just being polite. But she asked about Ridhi and me. Well, she gave a hoot to our conversation. Thus interested in our conversation. Maybe because we were probably the closest to their age group. I couldn\u2019t figure out her intent at that moment.<\/p>\n
Maybe there wasn\u2019t any. Ridhi was on verge of getting irritated and we heard our name called out by the guide. We bid them goodbye and walked to the elevator. The whole conversation Ridhi was acting as if she was not interested. But I looked at her glancing at the wife.<\/p>\n
\u201cThey seem cool. Right?\u201d
\n\u201cYeah. I am just sleepy,\u201d Ridhi mumbled.<\/p>\n
I looked at her staring at the lobby from the glassed elevator as we were going up. The room ambiance relaxed us a little bit. She offered me to use the shower first as she had to rearrange some stuff in her suitcase. And no way in hell I was about to miss the chance of getting in the blanket in a cold room wearing my shorts and a T-shirt.<\/p>\n
It was a modern sleek bathroom that had the shower area with glass surrounding it and a big ass mirror surrounded by LED lights. I won\u2019t be mentioning the commode and tiles. Oops. I just did. I quickly undressed and looked at myself in the mirror. It\u2019s been 24 hours since my dick stood in respect to my imagination.<\/p>\n
Probably because I have been traveling and was just tired. It was an unusual realization. I trimmed my pubes four days back. So it was just my dick surrounded by the unnoticeable size of pubes. I decided against touching myself as I just wanted to get into the bed.<\/p>\n
I stepped out of the bathroom and saw Ridhi wrapped in a bath towel and seating on the edge of the bed. Unbeknownst to me, she sat there staring into her phone screen. She was leaning forward and her left hand was horizontal between her thighs and boobs.<\/p>\n
She was using her right hand to use the phone. It made her boobs rise a little, thus revealing her cleavage to me. The dim yellow lights made her skin look flawless. I stared at her for a couple of seconds. But I looked down as soon as I realized that I can be caught staring at her.<\/p>\n
I acted as if I was folding the shirt while coming out of the bathroom and suggested her to freshen up. She put down her phone and entered the bathroom. I wanted to look behind but I was just too scared I guess.<\/p>\n
As soon as I made myself comfortable in the bed the fatigue caught on to me. The comforter was thick and irresistibly soft like a cloud that embraced me. But the scene I witnessed a few moments back was making my imagination run wild. I couldn\u2019t help but undress her in my mind.<\/p>\n
I tried to concentrate on using my phone but my right hand found its way in my shorts. I couldn\u2019t stop imagining her although a part of me wanted to stop. Maybe that\u2019s what made the experience more intense. I got hold of my dick which was already erect from the entire screenplay my brain\u2019s been witnessing.<\/p>\n
As I was under the sheets, my dick was lying flat on my belly. Instead of gripping it, I used my finger to rub the base of the penis. I decided not to go with the traditional wanking as I didn\u2019t want to orgasm then. In a minute or two Ridhi came out of the bathroom wearing a short and a tank top.<\/p>\n
She looked at me staring at her and asked me with her eyebrows indicating \u201cWhat happened?\u201d I just nodded and said, \u201cNothing.\u201d The deed was still in progress but when she came closer to get in the sheets I took my hand out of my pant in an instance.<\/p>\n
It was 1 o\u2019clock and we both were tired. My hands were itching to get a hold of her skin. I woke up at 6.30. She was sound asleep. At first, I didn\u2019t realize the position of my hand. But as soon as I tried to get up from the bed I felt my hand on something smooth and buttery.<\/p>\n
In a blink of an eye, I pulled my hand. And that\u2019s when my hand brushed off against her navel. That\u2019s when I knew my hand was on her tummy. My morning wood was making a tent when I got out of the bed. Now a ritual had to be performed. The holy ritual of balls scratching as soon as you wake up.<\/p>\n
I yawned while performing the ritual with my eyes closed. I glanced at her as soon as the ritual was over. Her eyes were closed but twitching a little as if she was trying to act like sleeping but failed miserably and it made me suspicious. But again I just wanted to pee.<\/p>\n
She was up and ready to get in the shower when I stepped out.<\/p>\n
\u201cHow long have you been in there?\u201d She frowned<\/p>\n
\u201cI don\u2019t know. Not my fault you woke up late.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cEhh.\u201d She walked towards the bathroom and just before entering she stopped and said: \u201cYou move your hands too much in your sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n
I just smiled sheepishly and looked away. She was right. I have heard that statement several times and it\u2019s honestly embarrassing. But it made me wonder if I unintentionally touched her somewhere where I was not supposed to.<\/p>\n
The familiar faces from yesterday, yet no one was familiar. I looked around to find the couple from yesterday. But all I was seeing was people eating delicious food. I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder and looked behind only to find the couple from yesterday.<\/p>\n
We greeted each other and grabbed our plates. Ridhi wanted me to go ahead and have my breakfast. The couple and I got to talking. But it was mostly the guy talking and the lady just wanted to have her food in peace. Dude left our group to join other people. So it was just the two of us. The wife and me.<\/p>\n
\u201cThe sausage doesn\u2019t taste that good. I had high hopes for it after watching it on TV,\u201d I tried to break the silence.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes, It\u2019s just salty rubbery meat,\u201d She replied with a disgusted face while biting into it.<\/p>\n
\u201cSeriously? How does it taste?\u201d Ridhi said as she pulled the chair out to seat.<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah. It\u2019s…\u201d I couldn\u2019t speak further. I wasn\u2019t dumbstruck. It was just unusual for me to look at her and think that \u2018Damn, she looks pretty hot today.\u2019 The white tank top with blue jeans and mustard yellow snickers complimented well with her olive skin.<\/p>\n
She\u2019s always been hot. I just didn\u2019t happen to notice that. But being alone with her made my thoughts run wild.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat?\u201d Ridhi was acting like as she didn\u2019t know why I stopped talking after looking at her.<\/p>\n
\u201cIt\u2019s nothing.\u201d I knew that Ridhi knew why I stopped. But if I compliment her in front of a stranger that\u2019ll hurt my sibling ego. No way am I telling her that she\u2019s beautiful.<\/p>\n
\u201cThat outfit suits you,\u201d The wife exclaimed.<\/p>\n
\u201cWell, thank you very much. I love your lipstick. What brand is that?\u201d Ridhi complimented her back.<\/p>\n
They talked briefly about lipsticks and other stuff for a brief period. I just sat there gulping down my food like a bear I am. I tried to chirp in once in a while. But they were engrossed in their conversation.<\/p>\n
And the wife was smiling the whole time. Then the topic of TV series came in. Hell yeah, my strong zone. We chatted for quite a few minutes.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat should we call you?\u201d I interrupted our conversation with this question.<\/p>\n
They both looked at me in unison and it kind of freaked me out.<\/p>\n
\u201cI mean you aren\u2019t much older from us. So calling you \u201cBhabhi (Sister in Law)\u201d or aunty won\u2019t be appropriate. We can call you bhabi if you want.\u201d<\/p>\n
Ridhi was confused about the same and nodded in affirmation.<\/p>\n
\u201cAvni, you can call me Avni,\u201d She replied with a smile.<\/p>\n
The interaction broke the ice between us. It made her more comfortable and we met an individual who was interesting enough to talk to. As the day went on we visited different places. All the places we visited had some things in common. Ridhi and Avni hanging out together for a good period.<\/p>\n
Men staring at them with thirst in their eyes and some judging looks from some old folks. Can\u2019t evade that. Three of us got along pretty well. They made me their photographer and in return I got nothing. I felt like a freelancer who\u2019s ignored by their clients after the work is done.<\/p>\n
Maybe I am just exaggerating. She was fun to hang out with. Ridhi looked pretty happy and I couldn\u2019t help but admire their beauty in my mind.<\/p>\n
\u201cWhat are you looking at?\u201d I looked up to see Ridhi staring at my phone screen.<\/p>\n
\u201cGod damn it. You scared me. When did you come here?\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe a minute or two.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cOh, Shit.\u201d I thought to myself realizing that she saw me staring at the picture of her and Avni together on my phone. I was deep in my thoughts. Bare bodies of both of them were on my mind. It was a relief that my hand wasn\u2019t on my boner. I tend to do that sometimes when lost in thoughts.<\/p>\n
\u201cI was just looking at the pictures.\u201d I paused before answering her.<\/p>\n
\u201cGuess you like some pictures better than the other.\u201d She looked at me playfully and sat beside me. The gushing wind was all I needed before sleep. We had our dinner a while back.<\/p>\n
\u201cAvni is fun. Isn\u2019t she?\u201d Ridhi looked at me and asked.<\/p>\n
\u201cYes. She is. Thank god. I thought our trip will be boring with all the old people around.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYou know what; some of those old people are cool folks. I had some interesting conversations with them. I am just being biased.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cMaybe you\u2019re right. I should talk to the ladies instead of being a bitch.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWow, we are becoming self-aware.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI think the weather is clouding our decisions. We are not supposed to be nice to each other.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah, you are right. But the weather is too nice to act like a bitch. And we are alone anyway. We can do anything we want. Maybe some gutsy things like being nice to each other.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cYeah.\u201d<\/p>\n
I expected her to mock me after I uttered the \u2018being nice\u2019 part. But no such thing happened. We just kept looking at the sky.<\/p>\n
\u201cWe have to travel on the bus tomorrow for six hours maybe.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cI\u2019ll probably sleep for half of the journey.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cLet\u2019s go to the pool.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cIt’s closed.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cWe won\u2019t get in. We\u2019ll just sit there.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cNah. I don\u2019t want to go to the pool now. Let\u2019s just sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n
\u201cAlright.\u201d<\/p>\n
We entered the room and felt the chill coming from the AC. We scooped in the blanket and as soon as I got in the bed, I threw my t-shirt away. The switches were on her side. She looked at me before turning the switches off and said: \u201cDon\u2019t move your hands too much in your sleep.\u201d<\/p>\n
It took me a moment to reflect on what she said as I was thinking about something else. I just gave her a look and closed my eyes. She turned off the lights. I don\u2019t know how I looked from outside when I was trying to sleep. Because I can\u2019t see myself sleeping when my eyes are closed.<\/p>\n
But my mind was a mess. \u201cWhat the fuck did I do yesterday?\u201d \u201cDid I do something inappropriate?\u201d \u201cWhy do I feel like a bad person yet my dick is erect?\u201d \u201cIf I did touch her what was her reaction?\u201d I just couldn\u2019t sleep. And I just kept imagining my hands all over her body.<\/p>\n
Whatever the answers are, you will have to find out in the next part. Please write to me at .<\/p>\n \n\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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