Indian Sex Stories English: Meera's First Night At The Udaipur Lakehouse, Fucked Hard By Vikram

The first thing Meera noticed when she stepped onto the lakehouse balcony was the smell. It was not just the lake, not just the wet earth after the afternoon rain, but something warmer underneath it, woodsmoke and old books and the faint trace of a man's cologne. She leaned on the railing and breathed it in, and when she turned around, Vikram was standing in the doorway watching her. He smiled and said, you smell it too, don't you. Meera laughed and said, I smell everything here, and I like all of it.

Meera was twenty seven, a travel writer from Delhi, and she had come to Udaipur to write about old lakehouses. Vikram was thirty four, the owner of this lakehouse, a man who had inherited it from his grandfather and had turned it into a small guesthouse. He was tall, with broad shoulders and a calm way of speaking, and from the moment Meera arrived, he had looked at her like she was not just another guest.

That evening Vikram cooked dinner himself. He made a simple meal, dal and rice and grilled vegetables, and they ate on the balcony while the lake darkened. Meera told him about her travels, about the places she had written about, and Vikram told her about the lakehouse, about the kings who had once stayed here. When the plates were cleared, Vikram poured two glasses of wine and said, to the lakehouse, and to guests who actually notice it.

Meera raised her glass and said, to the lakehouse, and to hosts who cook. Their glasses touched, and their eyes held for a second longer than necessary. Vikram moved his chair closer. He said, Meera, can I tell you something honestly. Meera said, honestly is the only way I like it. Vikram said, since you arrived this morning, I have not been able to think about anything else.

Meera felt her heart beat faster. She said, Vikram, I am only here for three days. Vikram said, then we should not waste a single evening. He took her hand, and his fingers were warm and rough. Meera did not pull away. She said, show me the rest of the house, the parts you don't show guests. Vikram stood up and led her inside, through a corridor she had not seen, to a room at the back with a large bed and windows that opened to the lake.

Vikram closed the door behind them. He turned to Meera and kissed her, slowly at first, then with more hunger. Meera kissed him back, her hands going to his shirt. She said, wait, let me look at you first. Vikram stepped back and let her look. He was beautiful in the lamplight, and Meera felt a rush of wanting that she had not felt in months.

Vikram unbuttoned her dress, one button at a time. The dress slipped from her shoulders and fell to the floor. Meera stood in her bra and panties, and Vikram looked at her like she was something precious. He unhooked her bra, and her breasts came free, full and round, her nipples already hard. Vikram took both breasts in his hands and squeezed them gently.

Meera moaned softly and said, oh God, Vikram, it has been so long since anyone touched me like this. Vikram bent down and took one nipple into his mouth, sucking it slowly. Meera ran her fingers through his hair and pressed his head to her chest. Vikram squeezed her other breast with his hand and whispered, you are gorgeous, Meera.

Meera said, now take off your shirt. Vikram pulled his shirt off. His chest was broad and tanned. Meera ran her lips over his chest. Then she unbuttoned his jeans. His cock was already hard, clearly visible through his underwear. Meera took it in her hand and said, so big, and so warm.

Vikram pulled down her panties. Her pussy was wet, glistening in the lamplight. He touched it with his finger, stroking gently. Meera gasped and said, yes, right there. Vikram slid a finger inside her, moving it slowly in and out. Meera's hips began to rise.

Meera grabbed his wrist and said, harder. Vikram slid two fingers inside her. Meera's voice grew louder. She said, yes, yes, like that, don't stop. Vikram's fingers moved faster inside her pussy, and her wetness soaked his hand.

Meera said, enough, now come inside me. Vikram laid her on the bed and spread her legs. He placed his cock at the entrance of her pussy. Meera said, put it in, all of it. Vikram pushed his cock slowly into her pussy. Meera took a deep breath. His cock slid deeper and deeper inside her.

When he was fully inside, Meera said, oh God, so full, completely full. Vikram began to thrust slowly. With every thrust, Meera's pussy gripped his cock tightly. Meera said, yes, harder, harder. Vikram picked up speed. The bed began to rock gently.

Vikram said, Meera, your pussy is so tight. Meera said, that is because no one has touched it in so long. Vikram lifted her into his arms and pressed her against the wall. Meera wrapped her legs around his waist. In this position his cock went even deeper inside her.

Meera said, this position feels even better. Vikram thrust harder. With every thrust her breasts bounced. She said, I am coming, Vikram, I am coming. Vikram said, come together, Meera. He thrust even faster.

Meera's pussy clenched hard around his cock. She came with a long moan. Vikram came a few thrusts later, his cum filling her pussy. Both collapsed onto the bed, breathing hard.

Meera laid her head on his chest and said, Vikram, this was wrong, but it was wonderful. Vikram said, wrong would be letting you leave without this. Meera laughed and traced a pattern on his chest with her finger.

A little later Meera got dressed. Vikram walked her to the door of her room. He said, tomorrow evening, same time. Meera said, the article can wait, but this cannot. Vikram kissed her forehead and said, good night, Meera.

The next evening Meera went to Vikram's room again. This time she did not wait for an invitation. She knocked once and walked in. Vikram was waiting, a bottle of wine open on the table. Meera said, no wine tonight, I want you directly. Vikram laughed and pulled her onto the bed.

Vikram opened her dress and kissed her breasts. Meera opened his jeans and took his cock in her hand, stroking it. Their breathing quickened. Vikram laid her on the bed and put her legs on his shoulders. In this position his cock went very deep, and Meera's cries filled the room.

Meera said, Vikram, you have made me completely yours. Vikram said, you are mine, Meera, no matter what the world says. He increased his speed, and her pussy began to drip. They promised to come together, and when the moment came, their moans escaped at the same time.

Meera said, Vikram, do you know, I never thought a lakehouse assignment would lead to this. Vikram said, incomplete things are meant to be completed. Meera kissed his lips and said, then let us complete every evening. Both laughed, and Meera quickly fixed her clothes, because she had to return to her room, but her heart stayed in Vikram's room.

After that, Meera and Vikram met every evening in the lakehouse. Sometimes she made an excuse about the article, sometimes Vikram asked for help with the guest register. The other guests noticed nothing, because both were careful. One day Vikram gave Meera a small gift, a silver anklet. Meera said, why this. Vikram said, so that whenever you walk, I can hear your sound.

Meera kept the anklet in her bag and said, this anklet is the mark of our lakehouse friendship, and I will keep it safe forever. They held each other's hands and looked out of the window. The lake was empty, and the evening light was coming in through the window. Meera said, these evenings are the most beautiful evenings of my life.

One evening when Meera reached the room, Vikram told her that her three days were almost over. Meera said, then when will we meet. Vikram said, the lakehouse will always be here, and so will I. Meera laughed and said, your lakehouse never runs out of guests. Vikram said, but it has only one Meera.

On the last night, both met again. Vikram closed the door and seated Meera on the bed. Meera said, today we achieved success in front of everyone with my article, and now let us celebrate this success. Vikram opened her dress and began kissing her breasts.

That night both spent a long time together. Meera said, Vikram, this lakehouse, these evenings, all of this has become a part of my life. Vikram said, and you have become a part of my life, Meera. They hugged each other and looked out of the window, where the city lights were glowing.

Meera returned to Delhi, but she kept writing to Vikram. She wrote about the lakehouse, and every article carried a hidden line only he would understand. One month later she returned to Udaipur, this time not for an article. She told her editor she needed quiet. Her editor laughed and said, quiet or Vikram. Meera blushed and said nothing.

When she arrived, Vikram was waiting at the door with the same smile. He said, welcome back, Meera. Meera said, I never really left. They went to the back room, and the lake breeze came in through the windows, carrying the same smell of wet earth and woodsmoke and cologne that had started it all.