Seductive Indian Stories

Mehwish's Goa Trip - Part II

The hew of morning sunlight from window treatments woke Mehwish up. She looked at her phone, and it said 6:55 AM. She got out of bed.

She needed this restful sleep. She felt refreshed.

Mehwish went to the shower. She got ready and decided to wear knee-high leggings and a t-shirt. She looked at herself in the mirror. She liked the way the t-shirts and leggings snugged her body, giving it a nice shape. She looked at herself again. She felt comfortable with how the t-shirt was giving her boobs shape. She thought this was appropriate since she wanted to go for a stroll on the beach. She put on some light makeup and walked toward the living room.

As she enters the living room, she notices that Bunty is in the kitchen doing something.

"Good morning!" He speaks.

Good morning" Mehwish says in a soft voice.

"Slept well?" He asked as Mehwish got inside the kitchen. She noticed Bunty was making an omelet.

"What would you like, chai, coffee, toast, or omelet?" He asked.

"Coffee, omelet," She responded.

"What else?" He looked at her.

"What else do you have?"

"Hash brown, toast, milk, cereals, and fruits." As he was saying, Mehwish had never had a man serve her breakfast like this before. She thought, "Can I have you? You are looking cute and yummy." And then she suddenly distracted herself.

"So many choices, Mr. Chef," she quipped. "Some hash browns and fruits, please."

"Good, I will have it in a few minutes. Kiran has already left for her work. I will be leaving in half an hour.

Mehwish felt very cute. She wondered whether Bunty was noticing her outfit as most men would, but Bunty wasn't paying attention. Mehwish sat at the dining table, gazing outside the window, and then looked in the kitchen as Bunty was working and preparing her breakfast.

Bunty had two plates on his hands with her breakfast. There was an omelet with veggies, a hash brown, a mug of coffee, a small creamer jar, and a bowl of fresh mangoes cut into cubes.

"There is sugar on the table; bon appetite!"

Bunty looked into her eyes.

"Thank you, Bunty!" She smiled.

"I'm going to get ready and leave for work soon. I will see you around 3:00 PM.

The breakfast looked very good. It smelled good, too. She took her first bite, and she felt like it was heavenly.

After a few minutes, Bunty came dressed in Khaki athletic trousers, slip-on leather loafers, and a short-sleeved navy blue collared shirt.

"There are keys for the front door and Scooty. There should be enough petrol in it to last you some time." He quickly got out, put on his half-helmet, and started his motorcycle. Mehwish got up with a cup of coffee in her hand. She had seen many men riding commuter bikes, but Bunty's bike was different; it sounded loud and different. He looked good in it.

Mehwish waved to him and kept looking at his back as Bunty disappeared on a winding, narrow street.

Mehwish finished her breakfast. She got out of the house and slowly started walking toward the beach. The narrow street led her to a small walkway through trees and shrubs. She thought it was going toward the beach. After a few minutes of walking, she could see the ocean.

The view was breathtaking. There were coconut trees all around, some were slanted, and others were standing tall and straight. The brine scent of the ocean, waves gently crashing on the shore, and randomly peppered rocks all around. There were rocks and pebbles, but there were some areas where you could walk, and as she walked, the beach opened to some more sandy areas.