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  Just Tinder Me Baby

  Shanaya Taneja

  Srishti Publishers

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  Srishti Publishers & Distributors in 2017

  Copyright © Shanaya Taneja, 2017

  This is a work of fiction. The characters, places, organisations and events described in this book are either a work of the author’s imagination or have been used fictitiously. Any resemblance to people, living or dead, places, events, communities or organisations is purely coincidental.

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  Just Tinder Me Baby

  I was getting ready for a night out in the city to celebrate my new job as a Client Servicing Manager for a renowned advertising agency in Delhi. This job is meant to give me new clients, new advertising films and lots of television shoots and if you want to think it’s glamorous, please do. The good thing is that I am a bit familiar with the city as I have been here before to meet my friends. I have recently moved here from Mumbai and now my future is looking very dazzling. So dazzling that everyone around me will definitely need glares.

  My iPhone jumped to life probably equally excited to be in the new city.

  “Hello?” I quickly answered the call.

  “Hey Shanaya it’s me, Akanksha.” Akanksha sounded excited too.

  “Hi babes.”

  “When are we meeting? You have been here for a whole week and we haven’t met once. You are not even telling me the reason you came to Delhi for. How about catching up tonight?” She said all these without catching a breath.

  “I’m going out to have some fun .It’s my day and I need to feel free and let my hair down.” I replied.

  “What is it that you want to celebrate?” Akanksha asked, curiously.

  “You are not going to believe this.”

  “Will you stop acting like an actress of a suspense film and tell me what this is all about?” She sounded irritated.

  “Babes, I got the job that I have been trying so hard for. I am so fucking thrilled!” I told her.

  “Are you serious? So now you are going to be in my city, like forever! ”

  “Forever is too long babes, you know I don’t believe in that. But yes for now I have just booked myself a date.” I said hurriedly.

  “Booked yourself a date? Like a movie ticket on Bookmyshow app?” She giggled.

  “Ya, sort off! It’s my first day in the city so I thought I might as well find myself a guy on my own. So I just downloaded this app Tinder. Now don’t tell me you don’t know about Tinder.” I tried to tease her.

  “Yeah I know but I haven’t tried it. Also I am not sure if I can find ‘Mr. Right’ on it!”

  “Sweety, I swipe right on Tinder not to find “Mr. Right” but to find “Mr. Right Now”. I want a ‘wam-bam-thank-you-maam’ kind of thing tonight. Come to think of it, shouldn’t it be called #rightnowswipe and not #rightswipe.”

  “You are impossible.”Akanksha giggled.

  “That I am!”

  “Where are you heading to?”

  “I’m going to this discotheque called ‘Kitty Su’ in Connaught Place. That’s where he has invited me.” I told her.

  “Awesome! I bet you’re wearing your red eight inch stilettos, huh?”

  “No not really. Maybe the six will do. I don’t want to tire my feet for my first day at the job tomorrow.”

  “Okay, well, I was wondering if you wanted to meet Sameera and me over a cup of coffee to catch up. But seeing your plans I may have to talk to her into going out with you instead.” She giggled again.

  “Awe, sweets, you are so cute. I so want to catch up with you all. But, definitely not over coffee. That’s not what I want to pour in my body. Not tonight. I’d really like to check out this new guy and the new place first. I hear they have awesome music and this may be the best night as I am not so damn tired from working, so I am going to take full benefit of that.” I was getting more excited.

  “I understand .We might meet you in a while. Maybe I will be able to convince Sameera. I will call you in case we decide to come.”

  “Whatever works for you babes. I am a free bird tonight.”I pressed the end button and tossed my iPhone on the bed.

  When I applied my makeup, I didn’t need any blush at all, because my cheeks were already pink. I applied some mascara, glancing at the clock in my room. The discotheque wasn’t far from my place, but it was nearly eleven by the time I’d finished my hair. I’d used a ton of hair spray to tease it out and puff it up, in honour of my Tinder date.

  My long, black hair cascades down in the back with stunning playful waves, which makes my fair complexion, stand out even more.

  Content with hair and make-up, I stand up and walk over to my stuffed closet and take out a simple, yet sexy, red barely there dress. I slide it over my curvaceous body with no effort.

  I spray a little perfume over my body to just add to my natural essence but not to overpower it.

  I take one last look at myself in the full length mirror and grin with satisfaction. I know I am hot, some would even say I am arrogant, and I am okay with that, because ‘I am sexy and I know it.’

  I am a confident girl and know that I have curves just in the right places. So far, not many guys can resist my charms-at least none that I know of.

  I tore myself away from the mirror, checked the room to make sure it was spotless and presentable to guests (I was expecting one!).

  Tonight, I will be like a guy, “I will pick my date, enjoy him and then say bye.” I whisper to myself and chuckled.

  I have too much going on, career-wise, right now and a relationship would totally ruin that. However, the heat pooling between my legs had other ideas.

  So, I grab my clutch bag, and slip on those six-inch-just-fuck-me-right-now- heels, and head out the door. The second best six inch thing that can give me an orgasm is standing in a shoe shop and finding the right pair of heels. I mean it.

  I find that they add the stature and command the respect that my attitude normally gives off with half of the effort.

  I am strong-minded to have a great night tonight and I hope my Tinder date knows how to handle himself and how to handle me.

  I step out of the Uber cab and notice my date getting off his bike. I need a fan to cool off because I have always had a thing for a man on an Enfield bike, and this is no ordinary Enfield, this one is the Royal Enfield with the right amount of chrome geared up to it. In fact one of his pictures on Tinder had him standing next to his Enfield in Ladakh. I think it was a big reason for me to choose him. Guys please note.

  He was tall and handsome. I adjust my shoulders, stand straight, adjust the girls and walk towards him. He is placing his helmet on the handle bars, but my cell phone rings and I can’t talk to him because it is Akanksha again.

  “I will see you in a few minutes. We decided to ditch coffee and join you at the club, Shanaya.” She told me.

  “Ok, but just so you know I am on a date
and I just realized that he is even better in real than in his pictures, unlike the routine. .”

  “Really!” She shouted.

  “Catch you later. I am on a mission. The mission is to ride him.” I giggled.

  “Shanaya, I can’t believe that just came out your mouth.” Akanksha seemed surprised.

  “Well suck it up sweetheart, because I don’t even want to know his back ground. I just want to make love to him and leave him. And who cares what happens tomorrow.” I said staring at my date.

  “Are you serious? Tell me how you really feel.” said Akanksha.

  “I mean don’t get me wrong but tonight I want uncontaminated hard core sex. No regrets and no limitations, just wholesome fucking joy.” I click the red button and smile up to him.

  He walks up to me and we just smile and shake hands as if a corporate meeting was about to begin. This was so awkward.

  “Akshay,” he said, extending one big hand toward me. “You’re even hotter than your pictures.”

  I let him shake my hand in his nice, warm palm. “The feeling is mutual,” I winked.

  We stood there having small conversation for a few minutes. This needed some lubrication so we decided to make a beeline to the bar.

  “Hey what’s your poison tonight?” Akshay, my Tinder date asks.

  “I want a double shot of B52’ and keep them rolling.” I think this was the best drink for a coffee lover.

  He wanted single malt.

  Of course. Show offs of Delhi! An Enfield and a Malt. What was next- a Gucci belt?

  He smiled at my enthusiasm. “I will have a Glenlivet large on the rocks. I will leave my card and you can open the tap,” saying this, he handed over his American express card to the bartender.

  Even before he could get into unnecessary introductions I started my thing. After all it was my night.

  He sipped the amber liquid as I took in my shots and asked for few repeats.

  “How about we get all the formalities out of the way? We can go and dance right away. I don’t need any details about you because I am not looking for a relationship. I don’t have time for one.” I lean over him and breathe in his scent. It sends shivers up my spine.

  “If that is what you want Shanaya. So it needs to be that straight, no games right?”

  “Oh there can be games of course, I like it naughty.” I wink at him. “You seem to be my kind of guy. So let’s see your moves on the floor and then I will know if you are worthy of getting more.”

  “Oh, I could tell you that I am worthy of much more but what fun is that?” He asks.

  “Well come on, why don’t you show me?” I look at him and move my eyes pointing towards the dance floor.

  We gulp our drinks down and he jumps on to the dance floor. This guy starts moving with such finesse that I wonder where he had learnt his moves from. If it wasn’t me I would have said that he was way better dancer than me.

  I jump in and start bumping and grinding. I don’t even give him time to think. Before he knows what is happening, I am pressed against him and I can feel that my moves are turning him on. My butts are moving and I can feel that my dress keeps getting higher and higher, but I don’t give a fuck.

  I hear him let out a groan that sends chills to my girls as they jump up in joy. “What is the matter dear, you like to see some more?”I teased him as I pressed myself against him.

  “Girl! We need to get out of her now or there is going to be hell lot of PDF.” He whispered.

  “PDF?” I ask looking at him.

  “Yeah Public-Display of-Fucking!” He replied in a naughty tone.

  “Well, I am still not sure if you are worthy of me tonight?” I teased him a bit more.

  Before I could realize he leaned in to give me a first kiss. His lips met mine, and they felt like a pair that I had never had before. We kissed, uncertainly at first. And then, he pressed harder against my mouth, his tongue thrusting into me eagerly, probing me.

  I moved back and he moved forward. We kissed for a minute, until he got self-conscious about all the people dancing around us and pulled back a bit.

  Just like that, he’d ignited my fire.

  I wanted to do more than to kiss him.

  I grabbed his face with my hands, kissed him fiercely, and said, “My place is nearby, let’s go.”

  “Sure.” He quickly agreed.

  “Come on. I want to ride your bike.” The look of shock is written on his face but he doesn’t say anything. Well the shock was obvious because most girls are shit scared to even sit on an Enfield. And I wanted to ride it.

  He pays the bill and before he can realize it I am riding his bike. Before long we are pulling into my apartment and I am off and pulling on him.

  “Come on, the ride has made me so freaking hot right now. I could have sex with you right here under the stars.” I murmur in his ear.

  He lifted me up and started kissing me, slow at first and then his kissing becomes fast as if he is really hungry to have me. He slides his hand up my thigh to feel my silky panties which are way beyond wet.

  “Which apartment is yours babe?” He asks me breathlessly.

  His touch was incredible, and I wanted him all over me. He clutched me and nibbled on my ear as his fingertips traced up and down the curve of my back. His touch was so manly, so heavenly.

  “My apartment is right there in front and here are the keys.” I could hardly say.

  He turns the key, and pushes the door with mine and his weight and it opened. As soon as the door opens I jumped out of his hold and pounced on him to undo his jeans.

  Just like those few seconds while your date appears in front of you, this part is full of speculation and astonishment.

  Pulling out that magnificent erection.

  It was like unwrapping a gift in the hope of getting something good.

  What an outstanding piece it was. No pun intended.

  Tall and thick, just like him. Thank God for large mercies.

  “I love rough sex, so right now I am going to fuck you since you had your way with me outside.” I looked at his hardness nodding to my orders.

  I fit perfectly against him, my sexy little body snuggling right up against all his important parts. And his mouth-may the Enfield Gods have mercy, he was spicier than anything I’d ever tasted.

  I ran toward him and jumped up. He caught me easily, and I wrapped my legs around him, welcoming his hard bulge. With something between a snarl and groan, he lifted me clear off the ground, pushing me against the bookshelves along the wall and fifty shades of grey jumped out of the shelf in excitement.

  My dress was shoved up to my waist with eager hands until all that stood between us was my tiny piece of panties.

  It seemed that he wanted to slow down to have a longer time together. That didn’t prevent him from rocking against me, nestling his completely stiff manhood right up where it mattered most. I could feel his rigidity through the wet silkiness of my panties, making his manhood jerk with frantic want.

  Every time he rubbed against me, a little mewing sound escaped my lips, driving him wild with the want to see me loose myself totally.

  Moving my lips from his was hard, but I wanted to taste more of him. I trailed kisses all across his face, down to his neck.

  I could figure that he wanted me so bad he was shaking with it.

  “Oh Akshay,” I sighed his name, making him even harder. He hadn’t thought that could be possible.

  “I want you Shanaya.” He moaned pressing me harder.

  “All you had to do was ask.”I replied immediately.

  The admission went straight down his spine and wrapped him down south. Damn, I could tie him up in knots! He rocked a little harder than he’d intended, but was rewarded by my sharp nails digging into his shoulders as I squealed out one of the most beautiful moans to kick start him into action.

  Sliding down to his knees, he placed my thighs over his shoulders, his hands cupping my perfect, full breasts. With a heartfelt moan, he
used his teeth to push my panties to the side and then slid his tongue along my vertical lips.

  I was exposed, waxed soft and all pretty pink. I think my taste was going directly to his head and making him wobbly with desire. He wanted to go slower, to seduce me thoroughly, but hell, he couldn’t.

  He nibbled me, his tongue thrusting as deeply as he could inside me, then moving out to flick at the entrance.

  He unwillingly let go of one breast, using his fingers to keep me open wide for his oral attack. His other hand compensated by lavishing equal attention on my erect nipples. He gripped my little silk panties, ripping them right off and out of his way. His fingers circled my entrance before burrowing two fingers deep into me.

  Man, I needed him so much. Just thinking of him getting inside me had me go so wet and I could feel my trial of juices oozing out.

  Akshay became merciless, driving me higher and higher until I was bucking against his mouth, my hands yanking on his hair. He welcomed the sting. It helped him give me sufficient joy before his manhood got anywhere near where it was supposed to go. It wasn’t until I screamed out his name, my thighs tightening against his head, that he lifted his mouth, sliding his body back up against the silky contours of mine.

  “Oh fuck, babes that had to be the most delicious dessert I’ve ever tasted. You’re going to let me do that again.” He almost pleaded.

  He breathed slowly and stepped back, putting his hands around my waist, allowing me to slowly drop down to my feet.

  Damn, the full, round globes of my breasts were in full view in an offering for his watering mouth.

  Drawing in a ragged breath, Akshay forced his eyes up to my face.

  His fingers crept up my glossy hair, his head tumbling to place a soft but hungry kiss against my lips. I had meant to pull back, and get down to business but our lips clung as soon as they met, my mouth opening for his invasion. This kiss was less urgent than our first, but probably thrice as heated. I don’t know how I calculated that.