A Tryst With Premier-Love

I, Adheer Nagar, am a Data Analyst in CoreX Technology, cut my thirtieth cake last month in Pune. My prominent jawline and square chin always helped me to get laid as a piece of cake.

I was sitting in the conference-hall, along with my team-mates, when our client, Kshama Tripathi, entered. Her popped-up breast and hourglass waist accelerated each males’ hormones. I got surprised after looking at her and hid behind my colleagues. I couldn't dare to look into her eyes during the entire presentation yet she was too confident and beautiful.

I rushed into my cabin immediately after the meeting got over. She finished the remaining formalities with my boss and came to meet me in my cabin and asked the reason behind my discomfort. I silently gazed at her waist, clenching my fingers. My face turned red when she shook my shoulder. I had felt enough warmth from the girls but her touch shuddered me. Our first kiss, in twelfth, flashed in front of me. I still remembered the taste of her lips and felt her nails on my back.

I hesitated but asked her if she still remembered me? She smiled, gave me her business card, and asked me to call. After an hour of nostalgic conversation, we planned to meet at her place for dinner. When I reached, I saw her in a white loose top and black shorts which was enough to hypnotize me. Her room was filled with a mixed aroma of sandal and pasta. She handed me Budweiser and sat in front of me with her pint. Her collar bone was peeping from her top. We laughed our hearts out at our silly school talks. When we were boozed, our eyes met, the smile disappeared and I engulfed her lower lips. I took her to the bedroom in arms. We made love thrice and forgot dinner.

I woke her up by planting a kiss on her forehead. I wrapped her in my arms and said, ‘You had taken my life once. Please, don’t take my breath this time.’ She blushed and shoved herself in me.