Let’s Fly Tonight – Part I
group, one night stand, stranger

Hi Readers. Thanks for the response for my first story on board, “The Night – In the Bus”. Though I appreciate the feedback from different corners, I felt sorry for all those men who liked to get in touch with the person ‘Jyoti’. Jyoti (fake name) though is indeed a real person and the encounter is real, but the id is not hers. I’m a man who’s writing like how the real woman narrates her experience. Please share your feedback to [email protected] So, here am back to share another story, which again is very true and is shared with me by a women on chat. And let me reiterate that it’s a true story and no fiction has been added up. People looking for bang kind of stories will find it really boring as there’s a long premise to the story and thoughts of the protagonist. It’s important to bring out the character and underlying thoughts of the person. The entire story would be like the protagonist narrating the experience. Here we go into the story. Hi. I’m Parul. A strong, financially independent Delhi woman put up in one of the posh colonies of South Delhi. Many Delhites can understand how my life could be. I work at an MNC, even though my husband is filthy rich. My husband is a businessman and earning well. He married me for my beauty, though I hail from an upper middle class family. Yes, you guessed it right. I’m drop dead gorgeous. I’m married for 8 years, have a 3 year old kid yet I can give a run to 20 year old model wannabes. Soft glowing and clear skin, right sized assets and almost ignorable tummy due to my jog run every day. After marriage, as expected there’s pressure from husband’s family to leave my job. But I stood strong. And I know how to get my husband into my line. Whatever said, he also likes me for my strong mind. So, even with his half-hearted support I managed to continue my work and now, I have grown to a nice position as a Product Manager in an MNC. Coming to my sex life, which is the premise here, it’s kind of ok. My husband is kind of ok in bed. He can fuck me well. Just that there’s no spice in it. It’s monotonous, routine and boring. At the end I’m a beautiful and sexy wife who he shows off as a prized possession. But loving that beauty is not something he is great at. And it’s not just about sex; my life was boring and monotonous. There’s so much of plasticity around me in daily chores, work, relations, sex and what not. I always felt I really need a break. Occasional family trips to some foreign locales were not the breaks that were giving me the excitement. Enough of the boring introduction and the premise… So, the story am going to narrate is about how I broke the shackles and indulged in intimate ecstasy with complete strangers. It’s just one night in my life, where I left behind all the morals, values, and societal bonds and treated myself with pleasure that a body of mine really deserves. It all started with me boarding a plane to Tokyo, Japan to attend a conference related the technology I’m working on. My boss was supposed to go along, but it feel into my lap due to some changes within the organization. A boring 2 day trip, I thought to myself. How wrong I was!!! The two days passed by as usual. Morning conferences, new groups to meet up blah blah… The first night went on to prepare for the next day. On a professional note, it was awesome. But I was so bored to death by 2nd day evening. I had the flight back only the next day evening. There was a group who asked me out to join them roaming around the city. I let it go and returned. Back to my hotel suite, I just laid down on my bed. There’s deadly silence. I was lost in the silence. I wanted to scream. I didn’t have sex for the past month or so. My husband and I, both of us were busy. I couldn’t even masturbate for this time. My body was craving for something. My mind was craving for some excitement in life. I wanted to break shackles and do something out of the ordinary. I have decided to unleash a bitch out of me. Why not? I should hit a pub all by myself. Get sloshed. Hit upon strangers and may be end up sleeping with someone. This night, no morals, no bonds, just me and my desires… I got up, freshened and checked out my wardrobe. Huh, do I hit a pub in trousers or jeans. Of course why would I carry party wear to conferences? May be that’s good. I can buy and wear something extremely sexy and revealing. Something I never did before. I hit out to the town and entered the fashion destination stores. Tried several ones and finally picked up a mini skirt with noodle straps and bare back. Never wore this short and revealing dress before, but I didn’t care a damn. Got another sexy net laced black panty to go along with the dress, high heeled stilettos and came back to the suite. On the way, I noticed good crowd moving to the discotheque down stairs at the hotel itself. Even better, now I don’t even have to search where I need to head for my blast. Had a warm shower, and took almost an hour to get decked up for the show. OMG!! The mini is quite revealing and now I start shivering. Nervousness coupled with the excitement and the anxiety of trying to cross some lines. Just like how I felt before my first kiss long back in teens. Anyways, this dress’s back is hardly covering any and almost ending at my ass crack. No bra and the nipple do shooting out on the satin dress. Can I carry this off? Is this overboard? What the heck, why am I thinking all this. I should just unleash. I thought; why not get a drink before I step out. I ordered a bottle of vodka and gulped couple of drinks in the suite. Now, am high and can take the night on storm. I headed to the pub/ disco in the hotel. It’s a slightly unusual disco joint and there’s not much glitz in the look of it. Most importantly I notice only teenagers all around. Oh no, I hope all this excitement doesn’t lead to an anti-climax. I can’t hit upon these kids. I need to be in the arms of a strong man. Anyways, I carried myself to a corner and settled on a high stool. I ordered a hard drink as I really want to go high. Liked the scotch… 30 minutes and a peg down, I didn’t see anyone who’s worth it. I can see many teens ogling me. Well, why not at least try a dance with any of them. I joined the crowd in the center and started dancing myself. Some guys started moving towards me and tried to dance along. They are awkward dancers. And there’s no masculinity at all in them. That’s when my eyes stuck on this man right opposite to where I sat before. He was a macho man, defined. Looks Indian… Broad shoulders, stubble, casual denims, gulping down scotch on the rocks… He is the one then. Shamelessly, I headed out to his table, stood sexily and introduced myself. I can see a spark in his eyes, when I stood in front of him. First job is done. Yes, he is Indian. He works for a travel portal and here in Japan as part of his job along with another partner of him. He is put up in the same hotel. Basically from Mumbai, but been out of India for really long. He looks and talks like an Indian version of Pierce Brosnan. I decided he is the guy I should cross the line with. We caught up on different things about India and I can see he is an interesting person. Definitely a gentleman and knows how to treat an women. My glances at his body now and then gave him a hint what am looking at. He laid his hand on my bare thigh while offering his scotch. His touch has a magic. They are gently placed but the subtle squeeze made sure I quiver. He made a slow movement upwards and brought quite close to the love triangle before placing the hand back on the table. I gulped his scotch at one go. He smiled and that’s it, I’ve fallen for him. And I did the unthinkable, for myself.