The Maruti Ritz Diaries – Part 2

All characters in this story are over the age of 19 years.

Danish leaned against the cold metal of the ATM booth, his eyes half-closed as the hum of the machine filled the night air. The Gurgaon market, a place usually buzzing with life and colour, had begun to yawn and stretch towards sleep. The lights above him cast a flickering glow.

Their vibrant hues dimmed as the night grew late. His shift was almost over. He couldn’t wait to get home to the comfort of his small apartment and a hot meal. As the clock ticked closer to 10.30 PM, the last few stragglers of the market began to disappear, their footsteps echoing off the empty storefronts.

That’s when he spotted them. A chubby, dusky woman, well past her prime, dressed in a blue top tucked into a knee-length skirt. Her dark hair pulled back in a loose bun. She walked with a certain confidence that made her stand out amidst the dying lights of the market.

Behind her trailed a boy-man, no more than 19, with a shy smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes. Danish straightened up, his senses piqued. The couple approached the ATM, and he couldn’t help but let his gaze linger on the woman’s plump figure.

Her curves swayed with each step she took. The way she carried herself, so sure and yet so unassuming, stirred something deep within him. The boy-man looked slightly nervous, glancing around as if expecting a threat to emerge from the shadows.

Danish’s instincts told him there was something off about this pair, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it. The woman inserted her card into the ATM, her fingers nimble despite her bulk. She punched in the code with confidence, suggesting she was used to handling money.

The young man hovered over her, his eyes darting between the machine and the surrounding area. The ATM whirred to life, the sound jolting through the deserted market like a gunshot. Danish stepped closer, feigning a need to check the machine’s status.

With a beep, the ATM dispensed a wad of cash. The woman’s eyes grew wide with greed as she snatched it, the bills disappearing into her purse with a soft rustle.

The boy-man looked on, his hand reaching out as if to help. But she slapped it away with a swift, sharp motion that spoke volumes about their dynamic. He flinched but said nothing, his cheeks flushing red under the harsh tube light.

They turned to leave, their footsteps quickening as they weaved through the narrow alleyways of the market. Danish watched them go, his mind racing with possibilities. He couldn’t shake the feeling that there was more to this exchange than met the eye.

The way they had moved, the tension in their bodies. It all screamed of a secret, a story waiting to be told. He decided to follow them, curiosity getting the better of his boredom. The alleyways grew darker, the smell of spices and cooking oil from the closed-up food stalls mingling with the dampness of the night.

The couple moved swiftly, their silhouettes flickering in and out of the pockets of light cast by the occasional streetlamp. Danish kept his distance, his steps quiet and measured. His heart pounded in his chest, the thrill of the chase sending a rush of adrenaline through his veins.

As they turned the corner into the deserted car park, the woman paused, glancing back over her shoulder as if she had heard something. The young man whispered something in her ear, his hands fidgeting nervously by his sides. The air was thick with tension.

Danish could almost feel the electricity crackling between them. With a nod, she handed him the purse, and he opened the door to the Maruti Ritz. The car’s interior light momentarily illuminated their faces. Revealing the stark contrast between the woman’s hungry eyes and the boy-man’s fearful expression.

Danish took a step back into the shadows, his heart racing. He watched as the woman slid into the driving seat, her skirt riding up slightly to expose the tops of her thick thighs. The young man climbed into the passenger side, his eyes never leaving hers.

With the door shut, the sound of their whispers grew faint. The car’s engine rumbled to life, the vibrations sending a thrum through Danish’s chest. The couple didn’t drive away immediately. Instead, they sat there, the engine idling as the woman leaned over to kiss the boy-man passionately.

His hands found their way to her waist, his fingers digging into the soft flesh as if he were trying to claim her. Danish’s eyes widened, his breath catching in his throat. The scene was so raw, so intimate, that he felt like an intruder, a peeping Tom invading their private moment.

But something about their desperation kept him rooted to the spot, his eyes glued to the steamy window. The woman’s hand slid up the boy-man’s thigh, her movements deliberate and practised. His head fell back, a low groan escaping his lips.

The way she touched him, it was as if she owned him, and he was nothing but putty in her grasp. Suddenly, she pulled away, her eyes blazing with a fierce hunger that seemed to devour the boy-man whole. Without warning, she reached behind her and yanked her blue top over her head.

Exposing her heavy breasts, the flesh spilt out of a cheap, lacy black bra. The boy-man stared, his pupils dilating with lust, his hands trembling. He reached out, his fingers tracing the curve of her breast. His thumb brushed against the taut nipple.

The woman’s breath hitched, and she leaned into his touch. Her teeth bared in a silent snarl of desire. The car rocked gently as the boy-man’s hand slid under her skirt, the fabric rustling with the urgency of his movements. Danish’s cock stiffened in his pants.

His eyes glued to the scene playing out before him. The woman’s hand slid to the boy-man’s crotch, her knuckles whitening as she squeezed his bulging erection through his jeans.

With a decisive move, the woman pushed back her seat, the leather protesting with a soft squeak. She turned to face the young man, her eyes smouldering with a need that was palpable even through the foggy window. She reached behind her, unhooking her bra with a practised flick of her wrists.

She let it fall to the floor of the car. Her breasts spilt out, heavy and ripe, the dark areolae puckered with anticipation. The boy-man’s eyes went wide, his mouth dry as he took in the sight of her. Without a word, she hiked her skirt up to her waist, revealing the plump mounds of her ass.

The absence of panties was a revelation that made Danish’s cock throb painfully in his pants. The woman leaned over the centre console, presenting herself to the boy-man in a way that was both animalistic and seductive. Her skin glowed with a sheen of sweat.

Her breath came in short, ragged pants as she waited for him to make his move. The boy-man’s hands were shaking as he reached out to touch her, his fingertips grazing the soft folds of her flesh. She shivered, her eyes never leaving his as she urged him closer, her own hands reaching back to spread her cheeks.

The sight was too much for the Danish. His cock was now straining against his zipper as he watched the obscene display. The boy-man leaned in, his nose brushing against the woman’s ass. He took a deep breath, inhaling her musky scent. Then his tongue darted out, tentative at first, to lick at her puckered hole.

She moaned, pushing back into him, her hips rolling with each stroke of his tongue. The car’s interior grew steamy with their passion. The windows fogged up as the night air outside remained cool and still. Danish’s eyes were glued to the show.

His hand unconsciously moved to his crotch to adjust the growing bulge. The woman’s hand reached back to grip the boy-man’s hair, guiding him, pushing him deeper into her. His tongue probed and licked, exploring her with a hunger that seemed to surprise even himself.

Her moans grew louder, the sound echoing through the empty car park. Danish could feel his arousal growing, his cock begging for release. The couple’s passion grew more intense. The boy-man’s tongue swirled and dipped into her wetness, her hips grinding against his face.

The woman’s hand found his erection again, stroking him through his jeans with a ferocity that matched his own. The car’s windows were now fully fogged. The only clue to their activities was the occasional muffled cry or slap of flesh against flesh.

Danish watched, his breathing heavy and ragged. His hand was tight around his cock, which pulsed with every whimper from the car. He knew he should look away. But something about the raw, unfiltered lust on display was too mesmerizing to resist.

It was a dance of power and submission, a silent battle of wills played out in the most primal of ways. The woman’s moans grew louder, her grip on the boy-man’s hair tightening. She pushed his face deeper into her cunt. His hands gripped her hips.

His teeth grazed her plump flesh as he licked and sucked with an enthusiasm that spoke of inexperience. She was in control, dictating the pace, her body moving in time with his ministrations. Suddenly, she pulled away, panting heavily.

Her hand reached back, grabbing his chin, and she yanked his face up to hers. Her eyes searched his, seeking the answer to an unspoken question. He nodded, his own eyes glazed with desire. With surprising strength, she spun around in the seat, pushing him back against the door.

Her skirt was a twisted mess around her waist, but she didn’t care. All that mattered was the ache between her legs. The boy-man fumbled with his belt, his hands trembling with excitement. His jeans and boxers fell to his ankles, revealing a cock that was hard and eager.

The woman’s eyes fell on it, her mouth watering at the sight. She reached for him, wrapping her hand around his shaft, giving it a firm tug that had him hissing in pleasure. Then, with a grin that was part challenge, part seduction. she positioned herself on all fours on the seat.

Her skirt was still hiked up around her waist, and her bare ass was on full display, the cheeks quivering with anticipation. The boy-man took a moment to appreciate the view, his breath coming in ragged gasps. He could see the glisten of her wetness, the way her pussy lips were swollen and begging for him.

He stepped closer, his cock bobbing with every beat of his heart. With a grunt, he positioned himself behind her, his cock nudging against her entrance. She was slick with want. He slid in easily, the heat of her enveloping him like a velvet glove.

The woman’s eyes rolled back in her head, a keening cry escaping her lips as he filled her. He began to move, his hips thrusting in a rhythm that was both clumsy and earnest. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the small space, punctuated by the occasional gasp and moan.

The woman’s body responded to his every movement, her ass bouncing with each thrust. Her hands gripped the edges of the car seat, her knuckles white as she tried to hold on to keep herself from falling apart too soon. The boy-man’s hands roamed over her body.

His fingers dug into her hips, guiding her movements. His breath was hot on her neck. His teeth grazed the soft flesh as he whispered dirty words into her ear. With every stroke, she grew wetter, her pussy clenching around his cock as she approached the precipice of climax.

The smell of sex filled the car, mixing with the faint scent of leather and petrol. Danish watched, his hand moving faster, his pleasure building as he took in the scene. The woman’s face was a picture of ecstasy. Her eyes squeezed shut, her mouth open in a silent scream.

The boy-man’s rhythm grew more erratic, his hips bucking as he neared his peak. He could feel her tightening around him. Her muscles spasmed as she rode the waves of pleasure. With a final grunt, he slammed into her, his cock pulsing as he filled her with his cum.

The woman’s body tensed. She let out a low, guttural moan that seemed to shake the very air around them. For a moment, they remained still, their breaths coming in ragged bursts, the only sound in the quiet car park. Then, with a shiver, the woman collapsed onto the car seat, her body spent.

The boy-man withdrew, his cock glistening with her juices. He leaned over, planting a gentle kiss on the back of her neck, his hand caressing her flushed cheek. She turned to look at him, her eyes soft with satisfaction, and the two shared a moment of silent understanding.

As they readjusted their clothes, their movements were mechanical and slightly embarrassed. Danish retreated further into the shadows. He knew he should feel guilty for spying on them, for taking such pleasure in watching their private moment.

But the raw, carnality of what he had just witnessed had stirred something in him that was impossible to ignore. He tucked his cock back into his pants, his hand still sticky with his cum. The car door opened, and the cold air rushed in to break the spell.

The woman stepped out, her skirt straightened, her top back in place. She looked around as if searching for any signs of a spectator. Danish held his breath, his heart hammering in his chest. But she didn’t seem to notice him. Her eyes glazed over with the aftermath of her orgasm.

The young man followed, his pants still unbuckled, his shirt hanging open. Without a word, she turned to the side of the car and hiked up her skirt once again, revealing her bare ass to the chilly night. The stream of urine hit the pavement. Its sound echoed through the empty car park.

Danish watched, his eyes wide with disbelief. There was something strangely erotic about the sight of her pissing in public, so brazen and uninhibited. His cock twitched, his mind racing with thoughts of what else she might be capable of.

The boy-man leaned against the car, watching her with a mix of awe and fear. He seemed to know better than to interrupt her, his desire clearly secondary to her needs. She finished and wiped herself with a tissue she had pulled from her purse. Her movements were quick and efficient.

They climbed back into the car, the engine roaring to life. The woman’s eyes searched the shadows one last time before they pulled away, the tyres squealing slightly on the damp pavement. Danish stepped out from his hiding spot. His cock was still hard, his mind reeling from the raw display he had just witnessed.

The car’s taillights grew smaller and smaller until they disappeared into the night. Danish waited until the car’s taillights disappeared into the distance before stepping out of the shadows. His shift had ended, but he had no desire to go home.

Instead, he walked aimlessly through the empty market, his mind replaying the scene over and over again. The woman’s moans echoed in his ears, and her image burned into his mind. He knew that he would never look at that ATM the same way again.