Sex by the side of Sea Face - Worli

At 7.30 PM I returned to my room in Worli guest house not very far away from sea. I looked into the big mirror as it stealthily watched me getting out of formal office dress. From light blue shirt and black trousers to tight black T-shirt and loose baggy pants. As I looked at my shirtless body I wanted to touch the wheat colored skin of the person standing inside the mirror. My eyes felt the muscular contour of chest, shoulders and arms. And the shining dreamy eyes loaded with many sleepless hours. The Narcissus looked at himself bathed in the mercury light.... athelectic body embedded in the big float glass mirror. Like a body builder he inhaled a quantum of air and flexed muscles with a sense of self appreciation. Under the appreciating gaze the person inside the mirror stood in black t-shirt and khaki trousers. He was looking too sexy not to fall in love with. As passion took control of the senses I walked out of boundage of four walls and on to the road in search of her.

I did not had to walk long when I saw her place; a place glossy with lights. From their respective resting places they stood silently with a sultry gaz .... with a sense of purpose and objective expectation. To be selected, to be enjoyed. Wrapped in their best they beckoned. My eyes searched her and my mind recollected memories of previous experience ..... "B" word name. As soon as I paid money she rushed into my hands. Yet, I did not buy her I had earned her. She was mine. I held her .... grabbed her in my palms and we both moved towards sea.

It was late night but the neon lights were on ... sea face was washed in yellow neon light ... and the vendors were still selling boiled maize as the night lethargically moved on. Vehicles were rushing by oblivious of the silent sea expecting to embrace the moon. Quiet and silent she understood purpose of my quest. I was searching a place where I can express my desire. And I took her to a seat made of concrete at a location where there was little disturbance as possible. I sat with her. She was in my lap. I hold her tightly and looked at her golden ornaments on a mat finish make up. Splashes of red and yellow on her dark brown dress with minimal but effectively adorned with gold.

I hugged her and then slowly undraped her brown dress. Out of her brown dress out came she sexy and slim. The under dress was glossy brown but in a lighter shade. The underside had a shine of silver. My fingers surgically removed the oxidised silver dress and my finger tips moved on her dark brown body feeling the smooth porcelain texture. The softness of exterior on a hard body catapulated all senses. The tactile senses activated olfactory senses and I drew her to my nose. She did not object. Through the partially brown dress I inhaled her aroma that awakened my senses. The tongue was anxious to taste her. I took another deep inhale as she quietly waited for further action. The common man gently resting on steel frame looked away. The sea gushed in to see the action but retracting after feeling shy to return back surreptitously riding on the waves of voyeurism.

It was difficult to wait and I took a bite she melted in my mouth. The salty breeze scoured into my nostrils and I drew her further closer and took another deep inhale. Every inhale ended with a bite and every bite ended with inhale. Every bite ended with a generation of a soft sound, a moan to be consumed and devoured. As the cycle of inhalation and bite progressed she kept melting into my mouth. My eyes were closed, lips and tongue moved amply aided by teeth. Warm breath and fragrance of cocoa pheromones. The experience was ineffable. And she was consumed, every small fragments of her was consumed.... leaving a sense of guilt and a sense of loss .... masculine loss. It all ended so soon.... within six minutes raising a strong sense of envy those who are into the act for the entire month.