The Road to Many Dicks is Paved by One Hot Hairy Pussy - Part 11
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AMISHI opened her eyes and then blinked at the bright sunlight spilling from the curtains. She automatically reached over to her left, surprised to feel the bed still warm but empty. She didn't hear any movement or water running in her bathroom. Was he in the kitchen? Or did he leave without so much as a good-bye? Where could he have gone? Her heart felt like it was breaking into pieces as worries flooded her mind. She turned her head, her gaze settling on the folded piece of paper on top of the pillow, and surprisingly, her journal. She supposed the sensible thing was for him to return it, but she was still in shock to find it on her bed. She honestly hadn't given any real thought to the return of her diary since he appeared in her bedroom. Her fingers brushed the book, but she grabbed the letter instead. She clutched it to her heart, afraid for a few seconds to read the note, and even more scared that reading it would mean the end. Where could he be? And would the letter contain some sort of awful explanation, breaking off their relationship even before it started? Did they even have a chance? Were they just a one-night stand? She never had one, and the idea made her even more nervous. The questions running through her mind sickened her. But they wouldn't stop her from opening it up. She shook her head, sat up, and opened the letter. She was through living her life in fear. She didn't regret what happened last night. But what if he did, and where would that leave her? Her gaze dropped to the scripted words.
Dear Hot & Sexy AMISHI,
Today's a new day, and with that comes great expectations on my behalf. Though our time together has been short, I do want to continue seeing you. It's more than that. I want to wake up with you next to me every day for the next two weeks. I want to fill the bathtub with soap and rose petals, so you can relax while I make sure you have everything you need. Your pleasure would always come before my own, and even then seeing your enjoyment would bring me contentment. But the last thing I want to do is push myself on you. I do want you to know where I stand, though. Yesterday was a fantasy—a delicious one, but nevertheless a dream we explored. I would like to continue traveling this road with you, and I would love to explore the feelings I have for you and watch them grow. But it's important that you know I don't want to force you into anything more. Not once did we exactly speak about the future. And now I'm laying it all on the line. You need to be absolutely sure that I'm what you want in your life. Anything else, we can handle. Take as long as you need.
Stupid man! Now he states what he explicitly wants, and on damn paper too. Amishi squashed down the silly urge to cry. Why hadn't he confronted her with his feelings and doubts? It would have been simpler if he had opened up to her, instead of leaving a letter that would probably force him to think about his insecurities all day. If he had revealed what he wanted, she would have shown him with words and her body that it was exactly what she too was looking for. Last night turned out to be more than she had been expecting, more than she could have ever hoped for. But it proved he was the one for her. And now that she found a man who could satisfy the wild urges in her, she wasn't going to give him up—not for anything in the world.
This time AMISHI would try her best not to give in to her doubts. She was going to go after what she wanted—what she needed. And that was KUNTAL.
Amishi slid off the bed and walked to her dresser. Opening the drawer, she pulled out a white thong and matching bra before heading to the shower. With a seductive outfit and equally sexy underwear, she was going to go hunting for her man. An hour later, and she was at his precinct, nerves twisting her insides into knots. She probably should have waited until Kuntal arrived home tonight, and then met him at his apartment. Instead, she had impulsively traveled to his workplace, and now thoughts of not entering filled her head.
You've trusted him this far, Amishi. Don't ruin it now by running. She repeated the words and over in her head. She found herself on the verge of running. But she was stronger than that, and this time she would keep the promise she made to herself. It hadn't been too hard to find where he worked. She had first tried his apartment, but no answer. Would his workplace be secure enough to confront their feelings? What if he wasn't alone? What the hell was she going to do then? She mentally shoved her own insecurities away and opened the door to Kuntal’s Office. Entering, she headed straight for the middle-aged lady in uniform behind the information desk.
“Hi, I'm wondering if you could help me. I'm looking for Mr Kuntal.”
“I'll see if he's in his office. And you are?”
“Tell him Mrs. Amishi's here to see him.” She watched as the woman picked up the phone and repeated the words she had just told her.
“He'll see you. When you get to the corner, take a right, and his office is the last one.”
Her palms were sweaty, so she just nodded her head. “Thank you.”
She knocked. “Come in.” His voice came through loud and sinfully sexy. She turned the knob and opened the door. She saw him immediately, sitting behind his desk, which was in the center of the room. She stepped in and kicked the door closed with the heel of her shoe as she noticed another two men in the room. They were sitting on the chairs that were opposite the desk, so she couldn't make out any of his features.
Kuntal rose to his feet and walked toward her. “Amishi.” She licked her suddenly dry lips and turned away from the other men. “Kuntal.”
“This is a delightful surprise.” He spoke the words softly as his gaze traveled from her face down to the fitted black dress she wore. She forced herself to relax and concentrate on his handsome face. His brows were creased in worry, and his lips were pressed into a thin line. But it seemed to add to his harsh macho look, and it reminded her that it was one of the reasons why she had found him so attractive in the first place.
“I'm fine. I'm actually here about the note. If you have a few minutes, there are some things we need to discuss.”
“I'll always make time for you.”
She was suddenly distracted as the other TWO MEN in the room rose.
“Let me introduce you to my partners, Mr Harshal & Mr. Hamid Mehamood.”
Guys, this is Mrs. Amishi.”
Amishi watched as Harshal & Hamid Mehamood walked over to her, then stood beside Kuntal and extended their hands. She shook it, and it was much larger than her own. Their strength was evident in the sure way he held her and in the roughness of his flesh. They were handsome men, tall and lean, their facial features strong, black eyes that felt like they were looking into her very soul.
“It's nice to meet you, Harshal & Hamid Mehamood.”
“You can call me Hamid” replied, Hamid Mehamood. His penetrating gaze swept from her toes to the top of her head, and for a second she felt vulnerable, almost as if he wanted to ravish her on the spot. She withdrew her hand as she felt the red heat of a blush spread from her neck to her face. She turned to Kuntal.
“I'll only take a few seconds of your time.”
“And that'll be our cue to leave,” Harshal said.
“Pleasure meeting you, Amishi. I'm sure the next time, WE ALL MEET it will be under a different kind of urgency. I'll call you later, Kuntal, and you can let us know if WE’RE STILL ON.”
NEXT TIME THEY MET WOULD BE UNDER A DIFFERENT KIND OF URGENCY? What did that mean? He gave her no chance to reply as he opened the door and walked out, closing the door behind him. She shook her head, forcing all thoughts of Harshal and Hamid away.
“I wanted to speak to you about the note.”
"I!”, She reached up and pressed her fingers against his lips, cutting his words off.
“I want to get this out before I lose my nerve. We didn't actually have a chance to speak yesterday. Not that I'm complaining, but I want to make it clear to you that I more than want what we have to continue, Kuntal. It's more than a physical attachment to you. As cheesy as it may sound, I feel a deeper connection, as if we're soul mates. I want us to be together, and I sincerely believe that what I found with you in just a few short hours, I wouldn't find with anyone else. I'm willing to try to make us work, Kuntal.”
She removed her fingers from his lips. Kuntal wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her against him. “I meant every word I said in the letter, Amishi. And it isn't because I read your journal. I've desired you ever since I first laid eyes on you, but I honestly hadn't expected to feel so much for you so soon. But I'm not running from it. I'm here for as long as you need me.” He took her mouth in a heated kiss and slid his tongue against hers. Her stomach did a flip as she felt his hard cock pressed against her abdomen. She was hot and aroused and could easily picture herself taking his cock into her mouth. He was the first to pull back.
“Why don't I come over tonight, and we can do dinner, talk, maybe watch a movie together? I'll be off around five, and I'll pick up some food and drinks along the way.” Amishi smiled, her stomach now filled with nervous butterflies at the thought of being alone again with him. “That sounds great.”