Mutual Masturbation

“Avi, it’s so good to step away from Gurgaon for the day. After we moved from Bangalore, it’s been really busy here!” you said.

I’d picked you up from your place. We were on our way to Noida, where I’d put up at Lemon Tree Hotel for a few days, the one near Udyog Marg.

“I agree, Neha,” I said. “Our day-to-day life can become too hectic. It’s good to take a break. Let’s grab lunch at the hotel. Afterwards, depending on how much time you have, we can make plans for the afternoon!”

The traffic was quite heavy, and after an hour of driving, you turned to me and said, “My back and shoulders are quite sore already. I hate commuting in the NCR area!” I replied, “Totally. But don’t worry, we’ll do something about it.”

About 20 minutes later, we pulled into my hotel complex. I parked the car. We walked over to the restaurant and ordered a snack and coffee. “Sir, Mam, abhi lunch karenge?” (Will you have lunch?) asked the waiter. No, we told him it was too early.

“Neha,” I said, “remember how we could not meet in Bangalore in February last year? You had something going on at your daughter’s school and couldn’t make it. Well, I’m glad that finally we’re meeting in Delhi!”

“Avi, I felt really bad that day and missed you a lot,” you said, extending your hand towards me. I gave it a little squeeze.

“Me too,” I responded. “I really regretted that I couldn’t meet you. Anyway, here we are!”

After a few minutes, after we had taken a bite of the sandwich and a sip of the coffee, we headed to my room. Room 417 was a little far from the elevator, a nice, comfortable room with two queen beds, a sofa and office desk and a view of the swimming pool.

Although it was a weekday, there were still about five or six people in the pool. A family with two young kids and a couple of other men.

“Avi, it’s too bright outside,” you said. “Would you mind drawing the curtains?” I pulled the curtains in, saying, “It’ll be a warm day.”

You stood in the centre of the room for a second. “You’re looking beautiful,” I said. You were wearing a black Kurta with a flower pattern, a light green dupatta, and green palazzo pants. You walked over and gave me a light hug. We both lingered in the embrace for a few seconds.

“Main kitni moti ho gayin hoon, na?” (I have become quite fat, na?) you said. “Neha,” I said, “you are special to me just the way you are!” You smiled.

“Now, let’s take a look at your shoulder,” I said. “Where did you say the pain was?”

“It’s at the back of my neck, in the upper portion of my back,” you said. You extended your hand and tried to show me, and said, “Oops — it hurts when I extend my hand.”

I stopped you. ” Neha, don’t do it. You’ll hurt yourself even more. Let me take a look. Come sit here on this nice, comfortable chair.” There was a large, sofa-type chair with deep cushions and big armrests. A little worn but luxurious.

You walked over and settled down in the chair. “Mmm… this feels too comfortable,” you said. “I can almost close my eyes and take a nap!”

I started kneading your upper shoulder and neck area. I rubbed the back of your ears, and you moaned softly. Starting with your lower back, I moved my hands upward on both sides of the spine all the way to the shoulders. I made a circular motion as I moved my hands upward.

I pressed a bit more firmly with my thumbs as I made the circles. I then moved across the shoulders and started moving down the upper arms, using less pressure as I moved downward.

While continuing to stand behind your sofa seat, I moved my hands to the front of your body, under your face. A few seconds later, your dupatta fell off.

“Would it help if I took the dupatta off?” you asked.

“Well, to be honest, yes. In fact, it would be much better if you also took your Kurta off,” I said. “It would make the massage much more enjoyable.”

You unbuttoned your Kurta and took it off. You wore nothing underneath, just a black bra with frills. You smelled nice. I continued the massage, going from your necklace down to your cleavage, inserting my hand into your bra.

My fingers brushed against your nipples. Your nipples were semi-erect. “Aah,” you said. I continued.

“Wait,” you said. “Let me take off my bra. It’s getting in the way.” I waited while you reached back and unzipped your bra. You threw the bra on the bed to your right, then sat back on the sofa and reclined a little more.

I started rubbing around the nipples gently. Quite soon, the nipples became hard. It was difficult to reach your breasts from the back. So I walked over to the front of the sofa. I kneaded the breasts and encircled my fingers around your nipples for a few seconds.

You were smiling peacefully, and your eyes were half closed. For the first time, I had a front view of your breasts. They were medium-large, full and firm. The nipples were large. The areolas were dark brown and extended uniformly around the nipples.

I pinched your nipples lightly and rubbed them.

My dick had become erect by now. You noticed it and smiled. “Avi, can you take off your trousers?” you asked. “Remember, I have taken off my Kurta!”

“Sure, I have no problems with that,” I said. “We’re both married – there are no surprises for either of us, right?” You laughed. I took off my trousers. My dick, fully hardened, stood straight inside my underwear, pointing at your face.

“Lovely,” you said, staring at my bulge. I encircled my fingers around your nipples and squeezed your breasts. You put your fingers on the head of my dick over the underwear and started rubbing.

“Avi, thanks for the wonderful massage! Now, my back pain is gone. It feels good! But I have some soreness in my inner thighs. Will you take a look?” you said.

“You want me to look there or just massage it without looking?” I asked.

“Well, I will not reveal my inner secrets – I will keep the panties on,” you replied, smiling.

You got up from the chair and took off your pants. You were wearing a black cotton panty with frills (just like your bra). You went and lay down on the bed. I started by pressing your feet. I inserted my fingers between your toes and rubbed.

“That feels good!” you said. After a minute, I rubbed your calf muscles and progressed slowly up to your knees. You enjoyed it for some time. “Thoda upar,” (A bit higher.) you said. I carefully massaged your lower thighs. You sighed and spread your legs a little bit.

“Where is the soreness?” I asked. “Aur thoda upar!” you replied.

A minute passes. By now, I have reached your inner thighs. I start to rub harder. A couple of times, my fingers brush against your pussy. You spread your legs even wider. “When you touched me there, it felt really good!” you said.

“Would you like me to rub there?” I asked.

“Oh yes,” you said.

I rubbed your pussy from over the panties.

“Please increase your speed,” you said. I could feel a little wetness on your panties by now. I increased my speed.

“Please don’t stop now!” you said. You were panting. Sweat starts to form on your face. “Faster, faster!”

I kept up a fast pace of rubbing over your pussy. “I’m going to cum, Avi! Yes, yes, yes!” You moaned hard and grabbed my hand. I stopped. Your eyes were closed, and you smiled blissfully.

“Oh, Avi!” you said, pulling me by the hand. I lay down next to you. You turned and kissed me. You climbed over me and took my face into your hands. I kissed you back.

My dick, inside the underwear, was poking against your stomach. You inserted your hand into my underwear and started rubbing my throbbing dick. You increased your pace. I stopped you.

“No, Neha,” I said. “Remember, I have quit sex. I want to avoid climaxing. I just wanted to make sure you got some pleasure!”

“That’s too nice, Avi!” You said. You took my hand and inserted my hand inside your panties. “Can you insert your fingers, Avi?”

I rubbed your pussy a little, then inserted my fingers into your pussy and started to pump them in and out. Simultaneously, I held your breasts and sucked on them – first your left breast, then the right. I slowly encircled the nipples with my tongue, then sucked directly from your nipples.

“Faster!” you shouted. I increased my pace. My fingers went in and out quicker, and my tongue started working faster on your nipples. You closed your eyes and raised your hips in rhythm with my finger-pumping. You moaned. Clearly, you were enjoying every moment.

After a minute, you screamed, “I’m cumming!” Then suddenly, your movement stopped. I stopped my finger-pumping and took my hand out of your panties. We lay there in silence for a few moments. “Avi, I’d never climaxed twice like that, in a few minutes, in my entire life!” you said.

“I’m glad, Neha! I enjoyed it, too! All right then, let’s lie here for a few minutes,” I said, “and then go back down to the hotel cafe and grab lunch!”

“Sounds like a plan. Afterwards, would you like to catch a quick movie at the multiplex?” you asked. “There are a couple of good flicks playing at PVR.”

“Why not?” I said.

Copyright Avi Sharma, [email protected], Mar. 2025, all rights reserved.