The Freedom Ch. 06

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Chapter 06: The Hidden Flame

The tunic top clung to my body like a second skin, as I cat-walked to my room from the swimming pool. I drawn attention of a few staff who were sincerely doing their night duty. My body still carried the thrill from the pool. My pussy throbbed with the memory of Sam's fingers probing my slick folds. My mind reeled on his thick cock in my hand and the slick ropes of cum it spat into the water.

When I reached the room, I saw Leena spread-eagled across the sofa, knocked out by tequila. As she had not switched on the lights, I faintly saw her in the same wet bra and panties.

"Leena..." I tried to wake her up. She moved no muscle. I didn't want her to get rashes. I unclasped her bra and released her boobs. The wetness caused some wrinkles. I felt it in my fingers. Then she removed her panties as well. As I could not lift her up or move her much, I simply wrapped a woolen blanket and let her sleep on the sofa.

Then I removed my soaked tunic top, stood topless. I thought about my bra which I had given Sam as a trophy. Then I let the skirt, and panties hit the floor with a wet thud. I felt losing a couple of kilos, feeling my nude body featherweight. My nipples were harder than ever, standing like that in front of Leena, of course she was not in a position to see me. I quickly rinsed myself under a warm shower and dried with a towel.

My hairy pussy glistened, still aching for Sam's touch, silently screaming - Where's that sweet stranger's finger? Naked, I collapsed onto the bed to wrestle with my mind, which urged me to storm into Sam's room and to plunge his cock deep into my hidden cave. My womanhood craved its first invasion by a man's tool.

But I held back, my resolve frayed like a thread against a tidal wave of my deprived lust. To be honesty, I craved sex. Still, I did not want to end up as some tangled mess on his bed. Definitely not as one of those weaker girls who get drunk, fuck a friend, and whine later like a daddy's little princess.

Also, if I go now, Sam would think he had claimed me. No way! He couldn't have me that easily over a drink. This is my fucking game, and I would call my shots. I would decide when to open the doors of my pleasure treasure to him.

Why the fuck are you tempting me with your teasing plans and logic? - My pussy screamed at me. It had lips for sure, but no voice. It spoke the language of pulse and gush. I scanned for a thirst-quenching tool--a hairbrush handle, a lotion bottle, anything that could replicate a dildo--something to fuck myself with. My impatience won my 'finding dildo' rush.

I slumped on the bed, didn't care to turn off the room's light. My fingers automatically slid down, parting my thick bush. I felt the slippery slick with my own juices. My eyes shut, teleporting me into the world of my vagina, as my fingers randomly played guitar with my pussy. I slipped my middle finger into the entrance of treasure trove. I crushed my boobs. At the verge of moaning, I heard some footsteps intruding with my symphony.

I yanked a blanket over my nakedness, before opening my eyes. Leena stumbled in, naked. Tequila slurred her words. I could hardly decode what she was uttering. The brightness of the room showed her melons, with a natural sag, thanks to gravity. She sat beside me on the bed, her voice a drunken ramble.

"Hey, Maya, usually you will be nude in my dreams. For a change..." she mumbled and admired at her nakedness. She resumed, "This damn tequila makes everything feel so real, I feel like walking for real."

"Of course you are walking, high, for real," I murmured with a smile.

"You must be nude under the blanket, as always. Aren't you?" she slumped closer. The scent of tequila mixed with her hot breath.

My heart skipped a beat, thinking 'Oh my bodyguard, Leena are you dreaming of me every night? Naked?'

The booze had blurred her reality. But her confession was a blade, slicing through her hidden fantasies about me.

"I never got the courage to slip into your blanket once, Maya. But you are showing off your beauty to seduce that damn, Sam. But you missed to notice the one who got bamboozled."

I stayed still, unblinking, diving into her gaze. I was out of words, listening to her daring confession.

"Come on, Maya. Say a word. Understand my love. At least in my dreams," she pleaded, brimming with emotion.

Only a stoneheart could shatter her belief and debunk her dream world, which I was not. I chose to play her dream girl for the night and witness how far her drunken courage would go.

"I'm listening, Leena," I replied.

She swayed closer, grabbed my hand, "Thank you," she said with her eyes flickering. "It's my dream, Maya, the only place I can do whatever I want with you," she slurred, her big palm cupping my cheek. She might be a big girl but had a soft her skin felt tender.

I didn't expect that, but her lips kissed my cheeks. I tilted my head, the blanket slipped down teasing the edge of my brown nipples.

"What do you want, Leena?" I mumbled to know her intentions. Of course I got it, her thirst for me. But I never knew it would outshine even Sam's hungry gaze, in a few minutes.

Her eyes thrived to get past my blanket armor. "I want to do what I always wanted to do with you in real, Maya," she murmured closer to my earlobes.

I blinked, not puzzled but intrigued at her confession.

"What are you waiting for? After all it's your dream, right? You can live your fantasies in your dreams," I said, no invited her.

Her eyes widened, "You're letting me?" she whispered, looking into my eyes. She clenched her hands together in disbelief, "Am I dreaming?"

"Of course you are," I smiled. I was stark naked under the blanket waiting for her next move, not judging her desire but embracing it. I saw her as a soul in love with me. A Girl or a boy, love always stayed the same. Our acceptance or denial was the key, I chose the former in her case.

I turned to my side, facing away, shy under her gaze.

'Unlikely you Maya!'

She slid inside the blanket, her nudity meets mine. Her hands cupped my boobs. Her palm cradled their spongy weight like sacred treasures, kissing my neck behind. She turned me around, our eyes met, fluttered like trapped butterflies set to be freed. She pulled the blanket down. She looked at my breasts in an all new light.

"Fuck, Maya, your titties are perfect." Her thumbs traced the well defined contours of my areolas. She felt the ridges like some world wonder. My nipples hardened to tight peaks to welcome her touch.

"Mine... look at mine..." she said, bringing her 36C breasts--lush, full, with a pinch of sagging due to its weight. I missed to tell about her pink nipples. They are flat with areolas faded into a faint blush with her boobs. I understood the reason she admired mine, 'the grass is always greener on the other side.'

Her breasts are stark contrast to a tough girl, a surprise package. She can drive anyone wild with those tits, as it looked much younger than her age.

Her fingers nibbled, rolled, tugged and pressed my nipples gently. She was playing, without realizing that she was pulling the pins of my 'lust-mines', blasting my sex pheromones.

"I don't want this dream to end, Leena," I scooped her breasts, feeling their weight. They spilled over my palms.

Not wanting to favor one over the others, I let all my fingers play with her nipples. Their softness turned into traceable buds. Unable to resist, I leaned in, licked her nipple, tasting the saltiness of her skin. I sucked it deep, swirling my tongue over it and accommodated as much of her flesh inside my mouth.

Her moans vibrated in my body. She pushed my head tighter against her chest and almost made me gasp for air. Leena eased me back, her eyes smoldering, locking onto mine. Her lips found mine, with a ravenous kiss.

We hugged, letting our lips greet, meet, taste, and explore every details and depths of our mouth. We were perplexed to find which one was our own as they were lost flailing against each other.

Her lips slid down, licking my jaw, my neck, and then settling on my boobs. She held my boobs with her fingers a guided her sucking. Her tongue ravished my nipples alternatively like a bunch of grapes being savoured one by one.

She nibbled it with her teeth and sucked it hard in an endless loop. I arched my back desperate for her touch. She would have kneaded a perfect soft dough, if my boobs were a flour.

"Keep some for tomorrow," I hissed in her ear, my voice trembling with arousal.

"I want to relish them every night," she said, biting my earlobe. She licked my ear lobes, so sensitive, sending shivers down my spine.

Her hand trailed lower, smoothening the curve of my waist and circled my navel. With her fingers, she combed through my thick pubic hair.

"Fuck this black forest! It is so damn lush," she teased, her long fingers burrowing into my curls. She pulled the pubic hair up, measuring the length--longer than her pinky. Her thumb brushed my clit which was hidden inside my bush.

She parted my pussy lips, slick and swollen. Her index finger and thumb probed my tight entrance, gauging the hole. I had no clue that she was going to push me into my own dreamland with her lips.

She kissed my pussy, as her fingers brushed my pubic hair aside to expose my slick lips. She bit my vulva softly with her lips, her tongue traced the outer folds, then diving deeper, she started sucking my folds. Her tongue lapped at my slit with a delicacy.

For the first time in my life, I experienced that tingle of someone performing a cunnilingus on me. I'd always thought a guy, Sam would be a debutant for tasting my pussy. But it was my very own friend, who had been with me for years.

Leena was destined to taste my virgin pussy. Her tongue worked with a hunger that felt both ravenous and reverent. As she continued her licks, my arousal skyrocketed, I was grinding my hips against her mouth.

"Enough, Leena. Else, I'll die in this pleasure," I gasped.

She loosened her grip. Brought her middle finger to me, and made me suck it, coating it with my saliva. Then she slid it back down, inching it into my pussy centimeter by centimeter, her long, strong middle finger probed my slimy inner walls. She was feeling the delicate texture of my vulva.

My pussy oozed its gratitude, thanking me for quenching its thirst. It thought I had denied it by not going further with Sam in the pool. Leena was completing it, feeding my pussy's lust. She made it convulse under her magical fingers.

My mind screamed. 'Fuck the Thai masseuse, Leena was a goddess, outdoing everyone.' The Image of Sam's cock in my hand flashed before me, but Leena's finger was fucking me now like a cock!

'Is this how a cock-fuck feels?' I asked my pussy. But it was busy arriving at the climax. It clenched her fingers, but Leena pulled it out and tasted my juices. Then shared it with me, infused with her saliva and my tangy wetness, I hesitated.

She didn't force me and said, "I'll outdo any fucking guy for you." She licked her finger clean before pulling me into one last deep French kiss.

Leena collapsed in my arms, murmuring, "This dream is too fucking good, like in real." Her face nuzzled at my chest, and she slept like a child.

I stroked her hair and whispered, "All our dreams will come true, one day. Like yours, tonight."

I was sure that we had just peeked at the tip of the iceberg and that was not the last night with her. At the same time my dream with Sam still remained unclaimed. Both Leena and Sam would exist in my world, but in different timelines of my wilderness.

Though I admired her raw love and vulnerability, I was not sure of how to handle her feelings from the next day. But I vowed never to hurt her. That night was our secret, her dream and my real unlocking.

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Four hours later, I woke up at dusk. Leena, still nude under the blanket, was sleeping beside me. I wanted a warm bath to soothe my body. After bathing, I wore a robe and walked out.

I saw Leena waking up with signs of a hangover, only after dropping the bed sheet and she realized her nakedness.

"What the fuck happened?" she demanded, clutching the blanket over her boobs.

"You took my swim challenge, stripped to your 'bikini'--bra and panties. And paraded from the pool like a damsel in distress. You were a total badass, Leena."

Her face paled and mortified with guilt. "Did anyone see me?"

"Of course," I teased, winking.

Her eyes flared, and I eased her by raising my hands.

"Just kidding! Only Sam and I... and a couple of staff saw you, chill."

She was not okay with it by her looks. I walked to her, placed my arm around her and said, "What happens in Lonavala stays in Lonavala, Leena. You have joined my club," I offered her a high-five.

"No, I am not joining your exhibitionist club!" she yelled. Trying to get up along with the blanket, she dropped it in the mess and stood nude for a moment.

"Then why are you showing off now?" I teased her and gave her a towel.

It was my short towel. Either it could cover her breasts or her bottom, but not both. She threw it on my face and swiftly grabbed a towel from her bag.

"Get ready, we are leaving soon," she ordered and locked the bathroom door.

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I wore modest knee length frocks. Leena chose baggy pants and a free-fit t-shirt. As we reached the lobby to check-out, Sam also packed his stuff and joined us. As I leaned over the counter to settle the bill, I heard the staffs' whispers. Their eyes were darting between me and Leena.

I felt their stares carrying some memories--Leena's 'bikini' stunt for sure and maybe my topless pool tease too. If I was not wrong, someone had seen it all. I could tell it as their lustful eyes undressed me, confirming the tale had spread. My pussy tingled against my sanity, feeling a dark thrill rejoicing the longing in their eyes.

My mind perplexed with question: Are you enjoying it, Maya? Feeding of the lust bestowed upon the strangers?

A gesture at a distance, drawn my attention. I spotted Isara waving hands. I asked Sam to handle the check-out and walked to her.

"What's up Somsak?" I teased Isara with her real name.

"Ma'am... Our cleaning staff found this pen drive at your friend's room. I thought of handing it over to you."

I was a 1 TB pen drive marked 'Gru' on it.

"Must be Guru's," I thanked her.

"Thank you too, ma'am," said Isara.

"Why?"

"I have decided not to go under the knife, ma'am," she said.

"Why Isara? Did you learn how to make use of it?" I asked, looking at her crotch. She was puzzled. I leaned forward closer to her, "I knew you had used it on another masseuse. Didn't you?"

"But how?"

"Somehow, I got to know... Anyways, be yourself and enjoy the life," I patted on her back.

"Will you be coming again?"

"I don't think so. I will be flying to UK soon to join my job, Isara."

"Oh. All the best, ma'am," Isara offered me a handshake, to touch me one last time.

I got back to the lobby, keeping the pen drive in my pockets. Leena already left to the cab. We saw her leaning back on the rear seat. Something was running on her mind, but she zipped her mouth for some reason. Sam helped me placing the luggage inside the trunk, while his eyes traced my body.

I acted normally, like everything was fine, but the memories pulled between us. He took the front seat, next to the driver. We looked at each other many times through the rear window, but neither of us spoke much as the driver was with us. We carried our own secrets. The drive to Mumbai was quiet and short. The cab dropped Leena and me at our place, then headed to Sam's.

"Ping you later," I gestured him.

The Lonavala trip ended, but it opened many doors, even ones I hadn't knocked on. My mind reeled with Sam, craving my first sex with him. However, Leena's crush and her magic on me unsettled things a little, tangling me in a triangular affair.