Entice in Disguise

It was past 12 in the noon when Rohit came to my house to cover me up with those artificial colors we play with on Holi. When I answered the door, he was already there. Bathed in multiple liquid colors that painted his white t-shirt into an attractive rainbow hue. I almost didn't recognize him and was about to close the door on his face. He pushed it open with his strong arms and reached out to my face with glossy red colors on his hands.

"Happy Holi!"

He cheered, but I was annoyed. "Now I have to wait days for this color to leave my skin." I thought to myself.

"I told you I'm not playing this year!" I wailed at him and went to see my face in the mirror. I didn't like the view. I never liked playing Holi even when I was a kid. These colors scared me and I felt like I was losing the usual glow of my skin to these chemicals.

"Hey, relax. Everyone's playing," he tried his best to alleviate my anger with all the possible excuses you can think of right now.

And then he said, "let's go outside."

I glared at him and sat down on a chair across his tall standing figure. I noticed that even with all those colors, he still managed to look handsome. A half part of his face was painted in a deep blue color while the other part was covered with red.

His long black lashes cast a shadow on his newly colored face, while his red (now blue) thin lips were curled into a mischievous smile.

Oh, I knew what that smile meant.

"What are you thinking?" I asked suspiciously.

"Let's play. It's our first Holi, na Riya?" He pouted and I was nothing but annoyed.

Though cute, he was pretty annoying.

"No, I'm not going." I stood with an intention to ignore him and excuse myself to my room so that I could wash my face and read for sometimes until my parents get home from my aunties house. But Rohit's long arms stopped me on the way and enveloped me in a tight breathtaking hug.

"I'm not going without you," he whispered, there was a slight magnetism in his voice that could make you wanna strip naked. Though I was defending myself with my arms against my chest, deep down I knew how weak I was in my knees.

"What do you want?" the tone of my voice confirmed how I was feeling by being engulfed with the heat of his body and those strong muscles.

He brought his face close to mine with heavy breathing and a thudding heartbeat resounding through the colored shirt. In a heartbeat, time stopped and we were busy exploring each other's mouth. Our tongues were battling with each other and lips absorbing the taste of our saliva. The taste of his lips was bitter and full of chemicals, but that didn't stop me from feeling what I already started to feel between my thighs. Unknowingly, my fingers joined his head, stroking, and pulling on his hair.

Pulling out of my lips he whispered, "are you horny, barbie doll?"

His shining dark eyes rested on my lips, watching the way I form words with a desperate attempt to cover up my sexual desires.

"What if I am? Would you still play?" I stared at him, running my fingers through the hairline on his neck.

"I will play," he explained, "just with every part of your body."

I took a moment to register what he meant and a moment later he took off my top at lightning speed. He covered my tits, cupping, and squeezing them with his expert hands. His tongue touched my ear lobe, tracing, and tasting every bit of my naked skin.

I moaned in delight as his fingers flipped on my nipples, teasing and pinching them imperceptibly whenever he wished. At that moment, I would do anything he'd ask me to do. Even if he wanted me to play Holi with him and get covered in colors, I would accept his request. Because I wildly wanted to get over with the sensation I was feeling in the bottom of my stomach.

I wanted his hard and pulsating cock right in the pool of my moisture and I would do anything for him to swim in the ocean of cum inside my body. I would do anything for an orgasm.

He pressed his masculine body against my perky boobs, effectively occupying every bit of my skin. I felt the soft fabric of his shirt on my rock-hard nipples and they screamed for the attention of his mouth.

With one smooth motion, he pulled my hair back and engulfed the skin of my neck with his hungry mouth. Licking and nibbling, building an extreme appetite in my pussy. His hands trailed down through the exposed skin of my back, causing me to shiver in a familiar electric shock. An absolutely sensual shock.

My moanings have become louder, breathing heavier. I pulled off his shirt over his head and threw it off in the ground below. Now we were both half-naked. Standing on the cold tiled floor with our bare feet and smooching each other. Hands traveling each other's body, sometimes his stopping at the curves in my back, sometimes at the most sensitive areas of my anatomy. And my hands flying off in the air, momentarily grabbing him in me, letting his mouth fall on my chest and I watched him licking and sucking on my aching nipples.

My hands retired to his throbbing cock, I touched his boneless muscle through his tight jeans, frantically undoing his fly and grabbing what's mine between my palms.

His lips let out a huge groan as he eyed me putting his length in my mouth, submerging himself into my soft lips. I licked and stroked, and nibbled on his cock inch by inch. His beguiling eyes were looking at me with anticipation of an intense climax but he knew I wasn't going to give it to him that easily.

I wanted his bulge erection in the heart of my femininity and I wanted to cum in his solid cock, with him groaning against my mouth.

I stood on my feet and dropped my panty, letting the pad of his thumb touch my clit. He inserted two fingers in my pussy and began massaging my clitoris in a circling motion. At the same time, his tongue was hovering around my areolas, occasionally licking, sucking, and biting my nipples.

I almost came on his fingers but he withdrew before I could.

"What are you doing?" I begged.

"I said I want to play with every part of your body...," he remarked with his seductive husky voice.

"And..?" I pleaded

"And I want us to be covered in colors so that I can fuck you in the streets and no one will know it's us."

I stared at him for a moment, registering the words he said and buying time to prepare myself for the boldest action I have ever taken in my life.

"Is that why you came here for? To fuck me in the streets?" I acknowledged lowering my hands from his hair.

"It wasn't an idea. But now it is," he smirked nonchalantly.

Just when I was thinking that anyone can recognize us, he started to paint me with the colors; first my face, and then the rest of my body except for my genital. It remained the color of my natural skin, smooth and hair-free.

I did the same to him. Collecting all the watercolor and bathed him in it. Touching his masculine muscles and hair with some powder color in my hand. When we were both turned on again, he insisted, "let's finish what we started."

Past 1.30 in the afternoon, we advanced towards the road under the shining sun, side by side, both totally naked. Everyone was enjoying Holi with their friends; some of them were recognizable, some weren't. People stared at us, and at our intimate parts, but no one said a word. They just stared and gasped. Some of them were even drooling.

We looked at each other and shared a seductively smile. Standing in the middle of the road, Rohit spiled his colors on me once again, this time focusing only on my boobs. He massaged some powder colors around my chest and squeezed my boobs with his hands. Then began kissing my ear lobes, necks, collarbones, and chin. His lips darted towards my boobline, slowly and passionately licking my nipples.

At that moment, we had no interest in the people watching us. We were so busy exploring our bodies that we forgot where we were at the moment.

My sex clenched in thirst and Rohit rescued it with his salivating mouth. He grabbed my clits between his lips, sucking and nibbling me like crazy. His hands swirled me around and I pushed my bust in his face, rotating my hips shamelessly in front of a bunch of people. He nuzzled his nose in my butthole and groaned as he breathed in the aroma of my intense arousal.

My pleasuring cries became more resonant as I felt him eating my pussy with a slurping sound so clear that anyone around us could hear. The length of his full tongue was swallowing my honey with every drop that fell from my tortured pussy and his fingertips were digging deep in my butt cheeks as he was bouncing my flesh with his hand around his sharp nose.

"Ugh, please! I can't take it anymore. Please fuck me!" I cried and heard booing from the crowd.

The longer he waited down there, the longer my sexual urges built, but he wasn't

letting me come. He was teasing and licking in a more slow-moving manner until I begged him to stop.

"Please Rohit, fuck me. Fill me in with your cum," I pleaded, and heard him groaning against my dripping pussy.

"Please fuck my lonely pussy, Rohit," I moaned and he finally let go just to strike me with his huge cock. He pushed himself hard in me, stroking his thick hard rod in my slippery vulva. Sticky juices from my honeypot dropped on the ground, making the area filled with the smell of my luscious fluid.

His poundings became violent and merciless until he destroyed my burning pussy and shoot his warm desires inside me. His hot cum met my girly juice and flowed like a river from my core.

We both were spent, as were the people around us. We heard them cheering and whistling after witnessing our climax.

But when I looked up, I saw my father standing in front of me.

"Riya?" he mumbled.

That's when we realized that we fucked in front of a crowd, and we both were moderately recognizable.