Chapter 2: The second tryst
In the morning, her husband drops their son , and Priya could not go to school, thus missing her meeting Ron.
Ron is angry, and also worries Priya may get away…
he waits at the school gates n sees her husband dropping their son to school.
he messages Priya.
**Priya, you are late. I waited for you. I want to see you now.** Ron’s message was blunt, his words sending a fresh wave of heat through Priya’s body. She knew he was angry, but she also knew he was *excited*. She knew she had to see him, to feel his hands on her body again.
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Priya’s hands trembled as she pulled on her kurta, her fingers brushing against the dampness between her thighs. She could still feel the sticky wetness of her arousal, the way her pussy ached for his touch. She looked at herself in the mirror, her eyes dark with desire and longing. She was not just a housewife anymore.
She was a woman, a *desiring* woman, and Ron had awakened something inside her that she couldn't ignore. She grabbed her phone, her fingers flying over the screen as she typed out a reply.
**I'm sorry, Ron. I couldn't leave the house. My husband dropped our son to school. But I want to see you. I need to see you.**
She hit send, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she was playing with fire, but she didn't care. She needed this—needed *him*. She needed to feel alive, to feel desired, to feel like a *woman*.
Ron's reply was immediate, his words sending a fresh wave of heat through her body.
**So you did not follow my instructions?** Ron typed , his message sharp and demanding. Priya could feel the heat rising in her cheeks, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she had disappointed him, and the thought sent a fresh wave of heat between her legs. I couldn't. My husband...** she started to type, but Ron cut her off.
**I don't care about your husband, Priya. I care about what you want. And you want this. You want me.** His words were a command, a statement of fact that made her pulse race. She knew he was right—she did want this, she did want *him*.
**Meet me at the park by your house.
**are you going to the market for djopping today?** he asked her.
Priya hesitated for a moment, her heart pounding in her chest. She knew she should say no, that she should go home and forget about Ron and his filthy messages. But she also knew she couldn't.**
**Yes, I am.** Ron's reply was immediate, his words sending a fresh wave of heat through Priya's body. **I'll be waiting for you. Don't keep me waiting, Priya.**
Priya took a deep breath, her heart pounding in her chest.
She had never done anything like this before—never snuck out to meet a man, never felt this kind of desire, this kind of *need*. But she also knew she couldn't resist Ron, not when he looked at her like that, not when he made her feel like this.
She slipped out of the house, her eyes darting nervously around the quiet street. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, the sticky wetness of her arousal, the way her pussy ached for his touch. She had followed his instructions, not cleaning herself up after last night's self-pleasure session, and now she could feel her juices coating her thighs, her thong damp with her need.
she had followed his next set of instructions…
1. no pantiees
2. no bra
2. long skirt/ white blouse.
she waited for the auto after completing her shopping.
Ron came in a few mins. She sat in the auto rickshaw (auto for shot form)
as soon as she was seated, he started with a jerk. And sped away from the bustle of the market.
he finally stopped far away, on a lonely side road…
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Priya’s breath hitched as she waited in the auto for Ron’s move. The air was thick with the scent of jasmine and damp earth, the distant hum of traffic fading into silence. Ron stood there, his broad shoulders filling out his thin kurta, his muscular arms flexing as he adjusted the straps of his rickshaw. His smile was slow, knowing, his eyes dark with desire as they raked over her body.
**You look fucking delicious, Priya.** His voice was low, rough, sending a shiver down her spine. **All dressed up like a good little wife, but still so fucking wet for me.**
Priya’s thighs clenched together, her breath coming in short gasps.
he moved next to her in the auto seat. Their thighs touching each other.
did u follow my instructions? He asked.
His voice was a low growl, his breath hot against her ear as he leaned in close. Priya’s pulse raced, her body trembling with anticipation. She nodded, her lips parted, her breath coming in sharp gasps.
**Did you follow my instructions?** Ron’s fingers brushed against her bare thigh, sending a jolt of pleasure through her. She could feel the heat radiating from her body, her arousal already dripping down her thighs, her thong soaked through with her juices.
**Yes,** she whispered, her voice barely audible. Her fingers trembled as she reached out, touching his chest. His skin was warm and firm beneath her fingertips, his muscles rippling as she traced the contours of his body.
show me, open up your blouse… he whispered.
Priya hesitated. She was afraid. She had never done this even for her husband.
But Ron's voice, his words, his commanding presence, made her feel like she was under a spell. She slowly unbuttoned her blouse, her fingers shaking as she exposed her bare breasts to him. Her nipples were already hard, aching for his touch. She could feel the cool air against her skin, the way her breasts heaved with each breath she took. You're so fucking beautiful.** Ron's voice was a low growl, his eyes dark with desire as he looked at her. His fingers traced the curve of her breast, sending a jolt of pleasure straight to her core.
and what about down below? He growled. He waited for her to answer. She had already closed her eyes, in shame. Speak up! What about down below??
Priya was under his spell. She opened her mouth…her voice came in a whisper..
**No panties, Ron. I followed your instructions.** Her voice was barely audible, her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and desire. Ron's eyes darkened, his fingers tracing the hem of her skirt, inching it up her thighs.
**Good girl, Priya. Now spread your legs for me. Let me see that pretty little pussy.** His voice was a low growl, his eyes locked onto hers. She had never been so exposed, so *seen*. But she also knew she couldn't resist him.
She spread her legs, her skirt riding up her thighs, exposing her bare pussy to him.
The cool air brushed against her wet folds, sending a shiver down her spine. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, the sticky wetness of her arousal glistening in the dim light.** Ron’s voice was a low growl, his fingers tracing the inside of her thighs, sending a jolt of pleasure through her body. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against her skin. **I can smell how much you want me.**
Priya’s breath hitched as Ron’s fingers continued to trace the sensitive skin of her inner thighs. She could feel the heat radiating from her body, her arousal dripping down her thighs.
Ron's fingers traced the edge of her skirt, inching it up, up, up, until her bare pussy was fully exposed to him. She could feel the cool air against her wet folds, her clit throbbing with anticipation.
Ron's eyes darkened as he looked at her, his gaze intense and hungry. "Fuck, Priya, you're soaking wet. You're fucking dripping for me." His voice was a low growl, his fingers moving to her entrance, tracing her wetness, spreading it around. She gasped, her hips bucking at the contact.
"Ron," she whispered, her voice barely audible. “Please let me cover myself..
but Ron’s fingers were already there, slipping inside her folds, teasing her opening.
**"No, Priya,"** he growled, his voice rough with desire. **"You want this. You want me to see how wet you are for me."** His fingers slid through her slickness, his thumb pressing against her clit, circling it in slow, deliberate motions. **"You’re so fucking hot, just like this."**
Priya’s breath came in ragged gasps as his fingers worked her, her body trembling with pleasure. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, her arousal dripping down her inner thighs, her pussy clenching with every touch.
Ron decided to pleasure her but not fuck her today…
he wanted to keep her waiting.
**You’re so fucking wet, Priya.** Ron’s voice was a low, rough growl as he leaned in, his breath hot against her ear. His fingers were slick with her juices, his thumb pressing firmly against her clit. **"You want this, don’t you? You want me to finger you until you’re screaming my name."**
Priya could only nod, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps. She had never been touched like this before—never felt this kind of *need*, this kind of *desire*. Ron’s fingers were rough, his touch possessive, and she loved every second of it.
He knew exactly how to touch her, how to make her body sing with pleasure. He slipped a finger inside her, then another, his thumb still circling her clit, his pace steady and sure.
"Fuck, Ron," she gasped, her hips bucking against his hand. "You feel so good."
Ron chuckled, his breath hot against her ear. "You feel fucking amazing, Priya. Your pussy is so tight, so wet. I could fuck you all day."
Priya moaned, her body trembling as he fingered her, his words sending waves of pleasure through her. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
she involuntarily squeezed her thighs together. Ron stopped. Open them up and keep them open till I m not finished, ok??
Ron's voice was firm, his eyes dark with desire. Priya nodded, her heart pounding in her chest. Ron's fingers returned to her entrance, slipping inside her, his thumb pressing firmly against her clit. Now keep them open and let me make you come.** His voice was a low growl, his fingers moving in and out of her, his thumb circling her clit in steady, deliberate motions. Priya moaned, her body trembling as he fingered her, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her pussy clenching around his fingers. She tried to squeeze her thighs together, but Ron's firm voice stopped her.
**"Keep them open, Priya. I want to see you come."** His voice was a low growl, his fingers moving in and out of her, his thumb circling her clit in steady, deliberate motions. She could feel the pressure building inside her, her body tensing, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
**"Fuck, Ron,"** she gasped, her hips bucking against his hand.
**"I'm going to come."** Her voice was a desperate plea, her body trembling with anticipation. Ron's eyes darkened, his fingers moving faster, his thumb pressing harder against her clit.
**"Come for me, Priya,"** he growled. **"Come all over my fingers."** His voice was rough, demanding, pushing her closer to the edge. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her pussy clenching around his fingers.
**"No, keep them open.
I want to see you fucking drip all over my hand."**
Priya’s breath came in ragged gasps as Ron’s fingers worked her relentlessly, his thumb pressing hard against her clit. The cool air brushed against her exposed pussy, making her even wetter. She could feel her arousal dripping down her thighs, the sticky wetness soaking into the seat beneath her. Her body was on fire, her clit throbbing with every stroke of his thumb.
**"You’re so fucking wet for me, Priya,"** Ron growled, his voice rough with desire.
His fingers were slick with her juices, his thumb pressing harder against her clit. **"I can smell how fucking turned on you are."** His breath was hot against her ear, his words sending shivers down her spine.
Priya moaned, her hips bucking against his hand as he fingered her relentlessly. **"Ron, please—"** she gasped, her voice trembling with need. **"I can’t take it anymore."**
**"You can,"** Ron said, his voice a low, commanding growl. **"You want to come for me, don’t you?"**
Priya nodded, her breath coming in ragged gasps. **"Yes, Ron.
I want to come for you."** Priya's voice was barely a whisper, her body trembling with anticipation. Ron's fingers moved faster, his thumb pressing harder against her clit, his pace relentless.
**"That's it, Priya. Come for me. Come all over my fingers."** Ron's voice was a low growl, his eyes locked onto hers. She could see the hunger in his gaze, the raw desire that mirrored her own. She was so close, so fucking close, and she knew he could feel it too.
just as she was on the verge of cumming, there was a police siren coming from behind. Ron quickly pulled out his fingers and sat in the front.
He started the auto and sped off, leaving Priya panting and on the edge of orgasm. She could feel her pussy throbbing, her clit aching for release. She wanted to scream, to demand that he finish what he started, but she knew better than to draw attention to them.
As they sped through the empty streets, Ron glanced back at her, a wicked grin on his face. "You look like you're in need, Priya," he said, his voice laced with amusement. "Why don't you finish yourself off? I want to watch."
Priya's eyes widened in shock. "What? Here? Now?" she stammered, her cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
Her fingers trembled as she reached down between her thighs, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps. She could feel the dampness of her arousal, her clit throbbing with need. Ron's eyes were locked onto her, his gaze intense and hungry as he watched her touch herself.
"Fuck, Priya," he growled, his voice rough and demanding. "I want to see you come. I want to watch you touch yourself while I drive." She had never done anything like this before—never touched herself in front of someone, never felt so exposed, so *seen*.
But Ron’s gaze was burning into her, his voice a low, rough growl that made her thighs tremble. She could feel the dampness between her legs, her arousal slick and heavy, her clit throbbing with need.
"Fuck, Priya," Ron muttered, his fingers tightening on the wheel as he watched her. "You’re so fucking hot. I want to see you come like this—wet and messy and *mine*."
Priya’s breath hitched as she pressed two fingers against her swollen clit, her hips jerking forward. The cool air brushed against her wet folds, making her gasp.
Her fingers slid through her slickness, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. She could feel the dampness of her arousal, her clit throbbing and swollen, aching for release.
**"That’s it, Priya,"** Ron’s voice was low and rough, his eyes locked onto her as she touched herself. **"I want to see you come for me. I want to watch you fuck yourself with your fingers."**
Her fingers moved faster, her thumb pressing hard against her clit, her other fingers slipping inside her tight, dripping pussy. She could feel the wetness of her arousal coating her fingers, her juices dripping down her thighs.
speak up Priya, how do u want me to take u?
he asked. His voice was a low growl, his breath hot against her ear. Priya’s body trembled, her fingers stilling on her clit. She could feel the dampness between her thighs, her arousal dripping down her inner thighs. She knew she wanted him to take her, to fill her completely, to make her scream his name. But she was afraid. She was afraid of the way he looked at her, the way he made her feel—like she was his and his alone.
**"I want you to fuck me, Ron,"** she whispered, her voice barely audible. **"I want you to take me right here."**
Ron’s breath hitched, his fingers tightening on the steering wheel.
describe it in detail priya, close your eyes n imagine us together. And tell me what u see. And don’t stop playing with ur pussy.
I want to hear u moan while u tell me. Priya took a deep breath, her fingers stilling on her clit. She closed her eyes, her mind racing with images of Ron—his strong arms, his muscular chest, his hungry eyes. She could feel her heart pounding in her chest, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps.
"I see you, Ron," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "You're on top of me, your body pressing down on mine. Your skin is hot, your muscles hard and firm. I can feel your cock, thick and heavy, pressing against my thigh."
Her fingers started moving again, tracing the outline of her pussy, spreading her wetness around.
She could feel her clit swelling, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.
**"I see you kneeling between my legs, Ron,"** she moaned, her voice trembling. **"Your hands are on my thighs, pulling me open, exposing me to you. I can feel your hot breath on my pussy, your tongue already licking my folds, tasting my arousal."**
Her fingers slid deeper inside her, her thumb pressing hard against her clit. She could feel her arousal dripping down her inner thighs, her pussy clenching around her fingers.
**"I can feel your tongue, Ron,"** she gasped, her voice filled with desire.
**"It’s thick and rough, sliding through my wet folds. You’re tasting me, licking every inch of me, making me so fucking wet."**
Her fingers moved faster, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps. She could feel her arousal dripping down her thighs, her pussy clenching around her fingers as she imagined Ron’s tongue lapping at her.
**"And then you’re sucking on my clit,"** she moaned, her hips jerking forward. **"You take it between your lips, your tongue swirling around it, making me scream.
I can feel you sucking, your mouth hot and wet, your teeth grazing my sensitive flesh."**
Priya’s fingers moved faster, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps as she imagined Ron’s mouth on her. Her clit throbbed, her pussy dripping with arousal. She could feel her juices coating her fingers, her thighs slick with her own need.
**"And then you’re licking up my slit, Ron,"** she gasped, her voice trembling with desire. **"Your tongue is thick and rough, sliding through my wet folds, tasting every inch of me."**
Her fingers pressed harder against her clit, her hips bucking forward.
She could feel the wetness of her arousal coating her thighs, her fingers slick with her juices. Ron’s voice was a low, rough growl in her ear, his breath hot against her skin.
**"That’s it, Priya,"** he murmured, his voice thick with desire. **"I want to hear you talk dirty about it. Tell me what you want me to do to you."**
She moaned, her fingers sliding deeper inside her, her breath coming in sharp gasps. **"I want you to fuck me with your tongue, Ron,"** she whispered, her voice trembling. **"I want you to lick me until I’m screaming your name.
I want to feel your tongue inside me, fucking me, making me come all over your face."** Priya's voice was a low, desperate moan, her fingers moving faster, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. She could feel her orgasm building, her body tensing, her pussy clenching around her fingers.
Ron's breath hitched, his eyes darkening as he watched her. **"Fuck, Priya,"** he growled, his voice rough with desire. **"You're so fucking hot. I want to taste you.
I want to feel your cock in my mouth, Ron. I want to suck you until you come in my mouth. I want to feel your hot cum on my tongue, Priya moaned, her fingers moving faster, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. "Fuck, Priya," he growled, his voice rough with desire. "You're so fucking hot. I want to fuck your mouth, baby.
I want to see you swallow every drop of my cum. You want that, don’t you? Priya’s breath hitched as Ron’s voice cut through her haze of lust. Her fingers stilled on her clit, her body trembling with anticipation. She could hear the distant hum of the auto’s engine, the occasional honk of a passing vehicle, but everything else faded into the background as Ron’s words washed over her.
**"Yes,"** she whispered, her voice barely audible. **"I want it."**
**"Good girl,"** Ron growled, his voice rough with desire. **"Now finish yourself off.
I want to hear you scream my name."**
Ron’s voice was a dark, possessive growl, his grip on the steering wheel tightening as he watched Priya’s fingers move against her slick folds. The auto’s engine hummed beneath them, the heat of the afternoon pressing in through the thin metal walls. Priya’s breath came in sharp, desperate gasps, her thighs trembling as she imagined Ron’s mouth on her—his tongue thick and rough, his lips wrapped around her clit, his teeth grazing the sensitive flesh.
Her fingers slid deeper inside her, her thumb pressing hard against her throbbing clit.
She could feel her arousal dripping down her thighs, her pussy clenching around her fingers. Ron’s voice was a low, rough growl in her ear, his breath hot and heavy.
**"Fuck, Priya, I can hear you,"** he murmured, his voice thick with lust. **"I can hear you touching yourself, imagining my tongue on you. You’re so fucking wet for me."**
She moaned, her hips bucking forward as she imagined Ron’s mouth on her. **"Ron… please…"** she begged, her voice trembling with need.
Her fingers were slick with her own arousal, her thighs trembling as she pressed them together, trying to hold back the orgasm that was building inside her. She could feel the heat radiating from her body, her breath coming in sharp, desperate gasps.
**"Please what, Priya?"** Ron’s voice was a low, rough growl, his eyes dark with desire as he glanced at her in the rearview mirror. **"Tell me what you want."**
She swallowed hard, her fingers stilling on her clit. **"I want you to fuck me, Ron. Right here. Right now."** Her voice was barely a whisper, but the desperation in it was unmistakable.
And there was a bump on the road, and Priya’s finger went n touched her g-spot, and she screamed. And came.
Her entire body tensed as a wave of pleasure crashed over her, her fingers buried deep inside her, her thighs trembling. She screamed, her voice raw and desperate, her back arching off the seat as the orgasm tore through her. Her pussy clenched around her fingers, her juices dripping down her thighs, her breath coming in sharp, ragged gasps.
Her head fell back against the seat as she panted, her body trembling with the aftershocks of her climax. She could feel her arousal dripping down her inner thighs, her pussy still throbbing with pleasure. Ron’s voice was a low, rough growl in her ear, his breath hot and heavy against her skin.
she opened her eyes. She was in her apartment parking lot.
ron helped her get out and take her to the lift.
as soon as the lift closed. He pulled her to him n kissed her hard… his tongue was rough, his lips demanding. He pushed her against the wall, his hands gripping her ass, pulling her against his hard cock. She could feel the heat radiating from his body, his skin hot against hers.
**"Fuck, Priya,"** he growled against her mouth, his breath hot and heavy. **"I’ve been thinking about this all day. I’ve been imagining how wet you are, how fucking tight your pussy is going to be around my cock."**
She moaned into his kiss, her fingers tangling in his hair as she pulled him closer. She could feel his cock pressing against her thigh, thick and heavy, the head already slick with pre-cum.
but before they could move further, it stopped at her floor and she reluctantly stepped out.