Chandubi: D's version

He stopped the car and I said, "What!" He didn't say anything but smiled. I repeated, "What!" He held my hand and kept touching it softly. I knew what was coming next. He needed a kiss. I didn't know if i wanted to do it. Its so awkward that we had not been talking nicely with each other for last 10 days as we had a silly argument. And now we are here, in his car, in the midst of a beautiful jungle route, holding hands. I kept giving a weird smile. I knew i must have looked weird. He slipped his hand behind my back and pulled me towards him and smelled my neck just before planting a kiss on my lips. I experienced a shiver all the way from my neck through my spine till my feet. My knees got week and I kissed him back. It happens all the time. We fight and make up in a weird way. I didn't kiss him because I had to or because I didn't want to be rude. I kissed because it felt right to do so. The kiss was real. It was amazing. His kiss explained everything he was willing to say. He kissed like he would never end it. His kiss expressed, how much he needed me and how bad he had missed me these last few days. I had been thinking that I was too strong to hold my feelings and not show how much I missed him. I tried hard to show, I didn't care. I thought I had moved on and I could be all by myself untill this morning when he messed up with my plans.

He had showed up suddenly, surprising me on my way to the University. I was traveling by bus and that I had told him via WhatsApp when he asked what I was doing. I had not mentioned earlier because I knew he would insist on dropping me to the University. I was willing to be on my own for it has become a habit that he would take wherever I had to go. He is very clever. As soon as he found out that I was going alone he messaged me that he was going towards the University for some work. I immediately got it and after a few other texts I went offline. I was a few stops away from my stop,when I got a call from him saying he had reached 'Jalukbari', a few stops between my then stop and the University. And he asked where I had reached. Then he started speaking about the weather and what not. And I knew where this conversation was going. I already said that he is very clever, he took a different route, the highway actually, and came all the way to see me. I knew his having some work was an excuse to spend time with me. As I couldn't take it anymore, I stopped him and said, "I will get down at the next stop and you can pick me from there". As soon as I got in the car and he started to drive, all my emotions came out and I started punching his left shoulder, left thigh and all his left side wherever my hands could reach. I didn't care that we were on the road, didn't care that he was driving, didn't care that people were watching. I just kept punching my favourite punching bag. I wished that I were a dragon so that I could swallow him alive. He kept shouting and asked what I was doing by making funny noises. I got angier and punched him more untill my hand hurt and I got tired. I wish I could kick him but the car doesn't provide so much facility and he could save his ass. For some reason, I don't know, there was water in my eyes too. We reached the University and I got off to do my work as he waited. I didn't ask him to wait but I knew he would. When I was back I was a bit relaxed and curbed my violent actions towards him. He got on my nerves though, as he showed that he was so scared of me. As if!! He asked with the same tone and body language if I would accompany him somewhere as he had some work. I kept saying No and he kept saying Please. And he was already driving on his way as if my denials didn't mean anything. After sometime I kept silent and sat back as I knew he would not listen. I still believed his 'work' was an excuse to spend time with me. After sometime he stopped the car to get some snacks and coke. And then he kept driving for a really long time. I was calm as the beautiful road and view refreshed my mood but I didn't talk much. Very unusual! I realized we were reaching the Sundubi lake. I had been there once. It's a very beautiful picnic spot. I was there for picnic with friends when I was at school. But it was very crowded then. We were almost there and the road was very lonely this time. There was thick jungle on both sides of the road. We saw a very few local people while passing and no cars were seen near the lake. This time the lake was also lonely. It looked beautiful. It must have rained sometime ago. The hills surrounding the lake looked fresh and the clouds were touching the tips of them.
After we went off the car he kept teasing me and I ran around after him to keep the punching session on. But I soon got tired with all the running and we both stopped. We spoke to each other indirectly for a few minutes as I was still showing how upset I was with him. But after a little while as he continuously made me laugh with his smart and funny tactics, we chatted like normal people. We enjoyed the view. There was a boat near the lake. There was a jungle beyond the lake. We could also see a few small hut, some cows and birds. There was no other sound except ours, the waves of water, the brushing of the tree leaves and the chirping of the birds. It was peaceful. I felt very relaxed and slowly my anger towards him was turning into a different kind of emotion which I realized later. We spent a few hours. We had the snacks and coke. I also made a weird comment that there were crocodile in the lake. I might have heard from someone when I was here for the school picnic. And immediately felt stupid when he made me realize it was not possible. There was no warning sign even, to warn about crocodiles. We both laughed like hell, like we always do. Then we decided to leave. It felt like a happy ending to the trip, but hell it was not. The happy or the happiest ending of the trip was yet to come. He started to drive and I kept quite with a little smile on. After about half a kilometre he stopped the car in a turning on the side of the road and our passion couldn't be held any longer.

And it all started.. The kissing continued.. As if my body went to some auto mode, my hand started reaching for his thigh. He held me firmly and kissed my lips wildly. His lips tasted like sweet coffee. Our tongues met and we tasted each other. It was a very nice kiss and nothing could put me back. I kissed him madly and he returned it more passionately. Very swiftly his hand reached the zipper of my jeans and swiftly did it went down and his hand reached my pussy and found it wet. He pushed me away but very softly and got off the car saying, " Lower your jeans". He came to my side of the car, opened the door and pulled me out. It felt like I was on drugs or something. He turned me around and bent me on my seat and he pulled his dick out and fucked me from behind. I must have been on drugs, drugs of love and lust. There we were fucking on the middle of the road where anyone could see us. It was a fucking road!! A car,a truck, a bicycle or someone could pass by any moment but I didn't ask him to stop and he fucked me wild. The tention of being seen added some more fire to the already burning desires.

We are very decent in person and I like to maintain some grace and elegance in my my day to day life but at that moment I felt like everything else was stupid and what was happening was the most right thing.

Then he suddenly pulled out his dick and zipped up. I didn't know what was happening and pulled my jeans feeling restless. He took my hand and pulled me away from the car and locked it. Then he pulled me towards the forest saying, "Come with me" and I followed. We walked a few feet and found a very little clearly. We two could somehow stand in that area. I hold on to a tree and bent and he pulled my jeans down, put his dick inside me again from the behind and he said something that made me go mad. "I am here baby", as soon as he said that, may be with all the hidden frustration of the last few days, I felt a very extraordinary energy inside me and we fucked our brains out. We didn't speak muck unlike other times. He banged me hard and I enjoyed his thursts. I looked around and saw all kinds of wild trees and bushes around. It must have rained earlier, the leaves were wet and little droplets of water still dripping from a few leaves. I could hear nothing except our moans and the sound of his thrusts. His left hand was pulling my left shoulder slightly and his right hand was on the middle of my back. He must have realized that I was looking around and he said, "Feel the wildness,we are making love in the jungle like animals and scream if you want to".
I still get wet thinking of the banging and the words he was using. He masters in playing with sensual words while having sex. He is never indecent with his words. He uses decent words but knows how to make those feel dirty. He is very well- built but like a gentleman knows when to use, how much energy over me.
We climaxed earlier than usual and I still regard it as one of the wildest sex session we had. We cleaned up and got into the car and left the place. All the way, my body stayed warm and blood kept rushing. The waves of passionate sex was still running through my veins which made the experience even more fantastic. We kept longing for it all the way and we still do.
Arguments are meant to happen between two persons, and if the making out sessions are this wonderful, I would rather not curb my anger and invite him to argue with me more often.😉

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