9. First Date
So here I am waiting for Sweety to get ready, So We can go on a date.
"Sweety hurry up, if I come there we both will be spending the day on the Bed."
"Well, I don't mind spending my time in bed."
"I am just joking, So hurry or we will be late."
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Finally When she stepped out of the bedroom, wearing that traditional Bengali saree, I couldn't take my eyes off her. The rich, off-white fabric with its bold red border clung to her in just the right places, flowing over her curves in a way that was both elegant and incredibly sexy.
The way she had draped it with the pleats perfectly folded at the front and the pallu swept over her shoulder added this effortless grace to her movements.
Her waist, slightly visible beneath the saree, drew my attention as the soft fabric hugged her figure, teasing just enough to leave me wanting more.
Her hair was tied up in a neat bun, with delicate jasmine flowers peeking through, the scent faintly filling the air as she walked closer. The traditional jewelry gold bangles on her wrists and a small red bindi on her forehead gave her an almost regal look, while her deep, kohled eyes held a playful glint.
I couldn't help but be mesmerized by the contrast of the bold red against the softness of her skin. She was a vision of tradition and beauty, yet there was something so sensual about the way the saree embraced her. She knew it too, the way she looked at me with that knowing smile, aware of the effect she had on me. Every step she took in that saree was intoxicating, and I found myself completely drawn in by her presence.
"Well, I Feel like we can go on a date some other day-
"No, we are going mister, you don't know how much time I take preparing for the date and you are thinking of wasting my efforts in a sec."
Sweety interject before I can continue.
"OK Darling Chill, let's go now."
We stepped out of the house, and the sight of my superbike waiting outside made her eyes light up.
"Wow, Are we going on this?"
There was something thrilling about seeing her, still draped in that stunning Bengali saree, preparing to hop onto the back of the bike. The contrast of tradition and modern adventure was intoxicating. She adjusted the saree slightly, making sure it wouldn't get caught, and then slid onto the seat behind me, her hands wrapping tightly around my waist.
The engine roared to life, and I felt her grip tighten, her breast pressed against my back as we sped off into the evening. The wind blew through and I could feel her excitement as the bike zoomed through the city streets. The saree, with its flowing fabric, fluttered behind her in the wind, creating a striking image as we weaved through traffic.
I glanced back at her briefly at a red light, and she flashed me a grin, the exhilaration in her eyes matching the rush we both felt. Her saree, though traditional, looked bold and striking against the sleek black of the bike, a perfect balance of grace and adventure.
After our exhilarating ride, we made our way to a quiet, candlelit restaurant tucked away from the city's hustle. The atmosphere was intimate, perfect for the evening I had planned. We walked in, and the soft lighting cast a golden glow over the room, reflecting off the crisp white tablecloths and elegant décor. I had arranged for a private table in the corner, far from the other guests, where the soft music in the background added a romantic touch.
As we sat down, she adjusted her saree, the deep red border catching the flicker of the candles on the table. Her eyes sparkled in the dim light, and every time she looked at me, I felt the same pull I had all evening. The scent of jasmine from her hair lingered in the air, mixing with the faint aroma of the food being prepared.
The waiter arrived with the menu, and I could see her eyes scanning the options. I'd made sure the dinner was a special spread of her favorite dishes, a mix of rich Bengali flavors and some lighter, modern twists. We started with appetizers—crispy fish fry with a hint of mustard, and delicate, steaming luchis served with aloo dum.
As the main course arrived, the air seemed to grow thicker with anticipation. The richness of the food, combined with the atmosphere, set the mood just
right. Taking a bite of my food talking with her then my attention shifted to someone. Just across the room, I saw her.Sheena.
She looked even more stunning in original. Her hair fell effortlessly around her shoulders, and Sweety who noticed my gaze. I caught her looking at me, a teasing smile playing on her lips.
"You know, I really don't mind," she said, a mischievous smile curling on her lips. "Go ahead, I could care less if you end up with a whole harem one day, with your look and that monster-like stamina. Oh! And I forgot to mention your-"
Sweety chuckled, as she says. While rubbing my crotch with her leg and winked at me before taking another bite of her food, still clearly amused.
Dev laughed, shaking his head. "Then, Be ready for a threesome."
Sweety grinned. "Trust me, I'd make sure of it."
After our dinner we ate some dessert. Mishti doi and rosogolla, traditional Bengali sweets that melted in our mouths. After dessert, She reached across the table, her hand finding my crotch , and there was a quiet intimacy in that touch, a promise of what was still to come.
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After the ride, we pulled up in front of the theater, her saree still flowing beautifully as she stepped off the bike. I could see her eyes widen with surprise when I told her I had booked the entire movie hall just for the two of us. She smiled, biting her lip a little, clearly loving the idea of this private movie night. The lights of the theater sign glowed softly in the evening, but inside, it was just us.
We walked into the hall, and the plush velvet seats stretched out in front of us, all empty except for the two in the center where I led her. The screen was ready to play one of those classic romantic Indian movies, the kind with just the right blend of drama, passion, and those intimate moments that send sparks flying. The theater was dim, the soft glow from the screen casting a warm light over us as we settled in.
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To be Continued
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