Slipping Into Shwetha’s Nights – 4

There are incidents I’ve written in my diary, and I remember many of them. Some of the words have been slightly changed from how we actually spoke. Continuation of the story. We came back inside the wedding tent after a few minutes. I held her hand firmly as we walked, but she said softly, “I’ll be back in a bit,” and stepped out. I waited for ten minutes, but she still didn’t return. Concerned, I went outside to look for her, scanning the area—but she wasn’t anywhere to be found. Just as I started to worry, she came out of the washroom, looking slightly flustered. I couldn’t resist teasing her a little. “All work done without any issues?” She smiled faintly. “Yes…” I raised an eyebrow. “And what were you doing inside for the last ten minutes?” She blinked, slightly caught off guard. “I just went in… I was talking with Mom for ten minutes.” I nodded, chuckling lightly. “Okay… just so you know, the wedding knot will be tied soon. We should go back.” She gave a small nod, and we walked back together toward the tent, the playful tension between us easing a little with each step. She looked a little more relaxed, so I started a random conversation to keep things light between us. After the wedding, we wished the newlyweds, had lunch, and said our goodbyes. On the way back, I told her, “Once we reach, we’ll get changed and hit the road.” Shwetha hesitated slightly and said, “ I have a headache. I need a nap… maybe thirty minutes.” I tried to make it easy for her. “You can sleep in the car, it’s fine.” She shook her head gently, insisting, “No… I want to sleep properly in a bed.” I nodded “Okay". After reaching the hotel, she went into the bathroom to change, and I did the same. I said softly, “Take a nap… in another hour we’ll leave.” She lay down on the bed, then shyly asked, “Can I… sleep on your lap?” I smiled, “It would be my pleasure,” I said, inviting her to lie down. Once settled, she tilted her head up at me, teasingly. “If we had stayed… what had you planned for the evening?” My fingers brushing lightly over her arm. “If we stayed… you’d get to know.” She pouted slightly. “Tell me na…” I shook my head. “Nope. It’s a surprise.” Her eyes darkened with curiosity and desire. “Okay… at least give me a hint?” “Nope.” Her voice dropped to a soft, almost pleading whisper. “Please…” Me - If i tell you now, I can't do it next time so.. Don't ask anything love.. She said, “Fine,” and started talking about random things, trying to fill the quiet. I, meanwhile, was busy playing with her hair, letting my fingers lightly massage her forehead, feeling the warmth of her skin under my touch. Time slipped away unnoticed. Glancing at the clock, I realized more than an hour had passed. I leaned closer, my voice gentle but firm. “Stop talking and rest for a while… it’s getting late.” She shook her head. “I’m not feeling sleepy yet.” “You have a headache… just close your eyes for a few minutes. Otherwise, it will get too late by the time we leave.” She tilted her head slightly, a playful smile forming. “I don’t even have a headache.” Me: “Ok, then pack. Let’s leave.” Shwetha leaned back “I don’t want to go… I want to stay with you like this.” I kissed her forehead gently. “But you said you have to go back.” She looked up at me, eyes soft but insistent. “Yeah… but I don’t want to go back.” I sighed, brushing a strand of hair from her face. “Neither do I. But we have to, right?” Her lips curved into a mischievous smile. “What if I told you… I told my parents I’m not coming, and they agreed?” I lifted my head and curiously. “What did you say?” Shwetha sat up slightly, her voice teasing. “I told my parents I wouldn’t come today… and that one of my friends was taking me to her place and I’ll come tomorrow. They were okay with it.” The moment she said that, I didn’t think twice—I pulled her close and hugged her tightly. Me: “That’s a wonderful surprise, babe.”Shwetha: “I know… I even wanted to stay with you this evening.”Me: “Love you.”Shwetha: “Love you too. Now, what’s your surprise?”Me: “I’ll wait for the sun to go down, then I’ll tell you what I’ve actually planned.” Around 7 PM, the soft light of the evening making the room feel intimate.I handed her the packet, and whispered for her to wear it, then stepped outside the room. As I had arranged earlier, I had asked the hotel staff to set up a private table in another room, with food and a cake ready and i got the wine bottle. Everything just for the two of us. I took my bag and got ready in another room, my anticipation growing with every passing moment. Around 8 PM, she called me, asking where I was. I told her, “If you’re ready, I’ll come over.” She replied, “I’m ready.” I walked toward room, but it was locked. I knocked, and she opened the door. There she stood, wearing that -slit midi sheath dress. She looked absolutely stunning—my jaw nearly dropped at the sight of her. I had to take a moment to steady myself before saying, “You look stunning.” Then I blindfolded her and led her to the room where I had set up everything. The moment she stepped inside, I gently removed the blindfold. Her eyes widened as she took in the sight—candlelight, the table set with food and cake, and the intimate arrangement I had prepared just for us. A bright smile spread across her face, lighting up the room. She looked genuinely delighted. I pulled out a chair for her. As she sat down, her eyes widened at the decorations and the surprise. Shwetha: What is all this?Me: Just a little surprise for my favorite girl.Shwetha: Wow… this is amazing. How did you manage all this?Me: I planned it the day we decided to come. I asked the hotel staff to set it up—cake, food, everything.Shwetha: I really love it… no one’s ever done something like this for me. Not even Aditya (He was her Ex). Me: I just wanted to make you happy.Shwetha: Thank you… you really made my day. I pulled a bottle of wine from my bag along with two glasses. Her eyes widened, a mix of surprise and delight lighting her face. Shwetha: You brought wine too?Me: How can a perfect date be complete without it? Shwetha: Oh my God… this is amazing. You really know how to flatter me. Thank you. I poured the wine into her glass and raised mine. She took a sip, her eyes sparkling, her smile brighter than ever. She kept praising me for all the effort, and I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Me: Finally, I can see a real smile on your face.Shwetha: Yeah… you did all this and for a moment, I forgot all my tensions.Me: Are you okay now?Shwetha: More than okay. I leaned in with a grin. Me: Since this is our first date… should we cut the cake? She nodded happily. We celebrated together, feeding each other small bites. I smeared a little cream on her cheek. She gasped, laughed, and playfully hit my shoulder before grabbing a tissue to wipe it off. Before she could, I mischievously dabbed cream on her lips. Shwetha: Don’t do that! I caught her hand, leaned in, and slowly sucked the cream from her lips. Our eyes locked. Without hesitation, I pressed my lips against hers. She parted them willingly, inviting my tongue inside. Our tongues tangled hungrily as we kissed, deep and passionate, losing ourselves completely in the moment.We kissed like starving lions, and as I pinned her against the wall, I devoured her lips—biting and sucking them—while trailing desperate, hungry kisses all over her face and neck. She gripped my hand tightly as I kissed down her neck and nibbled her earlobes; she moaned uncontrollably, whispering, “Ha… hmm… yeah… kiss me, baby.” I cupped her face, pressed my mouth back to hers, and hungrily chewed on her lips, deepening the kiss with raw passion. She wrapped her legs around me and kissed me deeper, our mouths desperate and hungry. Letting go of her hands, she clung to me tightly, pulling me closer as I cupped and fondled her breasts over her dress. Her fingers dug into my back, dragging me against her body while I kissed her hard, kneading her soft curves and pressing her closer into me. I lowered myself and kissed her breasts over the fabric of her dress; she looked down at me, breathless, whispering, “I want more… don’t stop.” I spun her around, pressing her against the wall as I kissed her back and nibbled on her ears. Hugging her tightly from behind, I ground my hard dick against her ass, and she moaned out, “Hmm… ahh… yesss…” I slowly pulled down the zip of her dress, revealing a deep maroon-black bra with delicate hooks. Sliding the straps of her dress off her shoulders, I kissed along her bare skin, lingering on her shoulder while holding her hand firmly. She shivered under my touch, her body tensing for a moment before releasing a deep, shaky breath. Her moans grew louder, and I covered her mouth with my hand as my lips trailed down her bare back. Turning her to face me again, I slid her dress completely off—leaving her in just a maroon bra and dark blue panties. I pulled her into my arms, kissing her wildly, biting her lips, my hands roaming everywhere as I pinched and teased every inch of her body. She broke the kiss, her eyes burning with lust, and whispered in a desperate, trembling voice, “Take me, babe… I can’t wait anymore. Make me yours—fuck me until my desire explodes. Break me apart if you have to.. I will end the part here Will continue in next part. “If you enjoyed this story, feel free to share your thoughts with me at vickyallstory@gmail.com – I’d love to hear from you!

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