"Whispers of Their Getaway" 18+

Chapter 8

As they shared a quiet moment, the reality of their situation began to settle in. Neha knew they couldn't stay in this bubble forever. Himangi had a life, a husband, and responsibilities waiting for her. And Neha had her own path to follow.

Sensing the shift in mood, Himangi reached out and cupped Neha's face in her hands. "Hey," she said softly, her voice filled with warmth. "No regrets, okay? This weekend was ours, and it was perfect."

Neha nodded, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill. "No regrets," she echoed, her voice trembling slightly. "Just... thank you. For everything."

Their conversation was interrupted by a soft growl from Neha's stomach, reminding them both that they hadn't eaten breakfast yet. Himangi laughed, a warm, rich sound that filled the room.

"Come on," Himangi said, extending a hand to Neha. "Let's get some food in you before you pass out again."

Himangi led Neha over to the small table where the room service breakfast had been neatly arranged. Despite the earlier interruption, the staff had done an admirable job of setting everything up. There was an array of pastries, fresh fruit, scrambled eggs, and a steaming pot of coffee.

They sat down together, still naked, the cool morning air caressing their skin as they began to eat. The food was delicious, but it was the company that made the meal truly special. They shared bites of croissants and sips of coffee, their feet brushing against each other under the table.

Neha couldn't help but admire Himangi as she ate-the way her lips curled around the rim of her coffee cup, the slight flush on her cheeks, the way her breasts rose and fell with each breath. Every movement was graceful, every glance filled with unspoken affection.

As they finished breakfast, Himangi stood and stretched, her robe slipping off completely as she moved. Neha watched, entranced by the way Himangi's body curved, the way the light played across her skin.

"We should get ready," Himangi said, her voice soft but filled with authority. "We have a flight to catch."

They stood near the dining table, their bodies still buzzing with the aftermath of their passionate morning. As Neha stood, she felt a slight ache between her thighs, a reminder of the intensity of their lovemaking. She glanced at Himangi, who was already walking towards the bathroom, her robe flowing open behind her.

Himangi turned back to Neha, a playful smile on her lips. "Coming?" she asked, her eyes gleaming with mischief.

Neha grinned, following Himangi into the bathroom. The large, luxurious space was filled with the soft glow of the morning light. Himangi turned on the shower, adjusting the water temperature before stepping in. She beckoned Neha to join her, the steam beginning to rise around them.

As Neha stepped under the warm spray, she sighed in contentment. The water cascaded over her skin, washing away the remnants of their earlier activities. Himangi reached for the body wash, squeezing some into her hands before lathering it over Neha's body. Her touch was gentle and tender, her fingers gliding over Neha's curves with a practiced ease.

Neha closed her eyes, leaning into Himangi's touch. The feel of Himangi's hands on her skin was soothing, a comforting reminder of the connection they had forged over the past few days. She tilted her head back, letting the water rinse away the suds as Himangi continued to wash her.

They took their time in the shower, the warm water and gentle caresses a welcome respite from the world outside. As Himangi's hands moved over Neha's body, she felt a renewed spark of desire. Her fingers trailed down Neha's back, tracing the curve of her spine before sliding over the swell of her ass. Neha shivered, the touch sending a jolt of arousal through her.