Hello all, Kartik here again with another story. This is a story about how I had great fun with Ruchi at a wedding where things went haywire. Please read my previous story to have a continuous understanding.
To those who aren’t familiar with me, I am 6 feet 2 inches tall, have a gym body, a cock size of 7 inches, and a body count of 15+.
Coming to the story…
After our trip to Hampi, where we had loads of fun, we returned to Hyderabad and visited each other’s places.
I was in touch with both Ruchi and Meghna over WhatsApp, and we had a group chat where we used to communicate.
Though we had very passionate sexual encounters, once we were back in Hyderabad, we couldn’t meet due to personal commitments.
A year passed, and suddenly, one day, Meghna texted in the group, inviting me to her wedding. I congratulated her and asked who the groom was. To my surprise, she said it was her boyfriend.
The wedding was to take place in Bangalore, and she made me promise to attend without fail.
Fast forward to the day before the wedding, and I had reached the airport. A car was waiting for me, and I hopped in and reached the hotel.
The following conversation took place:
Meg: Kartik, where are you?
Me: Just reached the hotel. Will freshen up and reach the function venue.
Meg: Waiting… (with a winning emoji)
I was taken aback by that gesture and thought to myself that she still remembers the naughty nights we had together.
I can still remember her curvy body with flesh in all the right places, just above the hips, 36C tits, and a 36-sized ass. Her skin was so smooth that light would reflect off it, and her glory hole – her pussy – was such a treat. Lucky is her boyfriend, who gets to legally fuck her even after her multiple outings.
Imagining all this got me rock hard. I had to jerk off because my cock wasn’t getting under control, and I needed to put on tight pants. This bulge would clearly show, and that wouldn’t be nice. It took me 15 minutes to jerk off, thinking about Meghna’s first night and imagining myself in place of her boyfriend.
I got ready and reached the venue, but was seated in the middle. Due to the crowd, she couldn’t see me, and she was getting restless. She texted me again:
Meg: Where are you?
Me: Reached. I can see you.
She was wearing a crop top kind of blouse with a tall lehenga, and to be honest, she was looking like a bombshell.
She was getting restless and looking for me in the crowd while I was trying to hide from her sight.
(All conversations now are over texts)
Me: You are looking stunning. I am just remembering the night on the train…
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