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AIRPORT: After a long hard week at work, and an equally long hard night at the pub with the boys - I woke up to a loud buzzer on the door, early Saturday morning - It was a cloudy and depressing weekend morning, my ride to CDG had arrived. A quick shave and shower, and off we go. I pick by BP and head to the lounge - pour myself a large coffee and a minute later they announce that 148 is now ready for boarding - 2F at CDG is no fun - The gate is a zoo - so what else is new @ CDG
Flight time to DEL is 8 hrs and 5 min. L'Espace Affairs has very low load, almost half empty. The wine selection superb - the flight crew charming. I sleep between meals, and arrive in DEL around 11:15 PM local time. Indira Gandhi Airport is such a mess - luckily I have no trouble finding my pick-up, a jolly chap. I arrive at Hyatt. Get to my room shower, and catch some zzzz.
DAY 1 SUNDAY: Wake up and channel surf - Every other channel has heaving boobs and giggling buttocks in a song-and-dance video. India is amidst cricket fever - you wouldn't know that there were war-drums playing watching the tele there
I have my handlers come over for lunch [ Dining choices in most 5-star hotels in India and much of SEA is quite good, I must admit ] and offer the services of their car&drivers for the day. I politely decline. After lunch I scan the local newspaper Times of India - spot a few adv. under massages - All have mobile numbers (cellphones). Try a few - Everyone here speaks english so communicating my needs was not a problem - Getting a positive response was - Finally one responded - INR 3000 for a massage in my room. We agree for a 6PM arrival. At 6:30 PM the phone rings - On the way to my room in the Regency Club floor (7), they were turned away and asked to call from the house phone in the lobby. I get the description and head down, I spot two women sitting in the sofa, I introduce myself - A woman in her mid-thirties and a slightly plump one in her late twenties. The older was definitely the handler - we exchange pleasantries and we go up to my room - Here was the deal -
The older woman wanted the money up-front for the massage - which I politely declined - I agreed to pay her half - She waits in the Coffee shop for the duration (1-1/2 hours) while the lass is with me in the room - fair-is-fair. Once the madame, is out the door, I seat her in the sofa and make some polite conversation - Sarees, the attire that many women in India wear, is very alluring and suggestive.
I ask her to disrobe, and in a semi-undressed state gather her in my arms move to the bed. She asks that I undress, which I do, and then she proceeds to give a massage for about half-a-hour. I'm ready and begin to remove her blouse and petticoat, when she drops a bombshell - No FS, no DFK, and only a CBJ. I am visibly upset and about to ask her to leave, when she reluctantly mentions that she has her monthly periods - Trying to make the best of the situation - I ask her to give me a BBBJ. I have to admit her knockers were just lusciously delectable. The next half hour I enjoyed the softness of the boobs and let her do a half-hearted licking and sucking the JonThomas.
After having done with, We dressed and I gave her a INR 500 tip, which she hid in the folds of her petticoat because the madame checks her purse after each session - On the way to the elevator, she offered to come back, independently in four days time from morning till the airport for INR 10000. We go down to the CoffeeShop and meet up with the madame, who had in the meanwhile ordered a full meal - I passed her the remaining amount in an envelope, and had to pick the tab at the Coffee Shop
DAY2-DAY4: Work - No play. Monday afternoon, after lunch we go to a tailor in DaryaGunj (sp?) area where I pick out three fine silk fabric for custom shirts - for INR 1000 a pop, it ain't BKK but what the heck. To be delivered to my hotel room within 36 hours.
DAY 5: I head for SIN tonight. Since I have nothing planned during the day, I decide I want to get a car & driver and go around. The phone rings, and the lass is in the lobby asking to come up !!! I go down, and with a puzzled look ask why she was here, when I had not agreed to her offer. She did indeed look smartly dressed and wore a subtle perfume meant to break down resistance. Here she was with a bag in her hand, flustered. Obviously she had bunked-off work and come here. Not knowing what to do, I led her to the CoffeeShop while I decided what my next steps would be.
While she was having tea and cookies, I told her I would pay her GBP 100 (since I had run out of serious INR) and hoped that she made the rest of my day worthwhile.
Once in the room, I proceeded to make up for the last encounter. I gently wiped her lipstick away, before pucking her soft lips; she was not a very accomplished kisser. AS I undressed her, I noticed a healthy swatch of hairs. After about half-hour of playing with her ample assets I proceeded to start with the main event. JonThomas had been awaiting his for a while. It ended nicely by my rolling her over on top during the last moments.
She suggested taking me around nearby places - i.e read nearby shopping centre - I went along. The shopping centre was filled with lots of lovely eye-candies. She bought herself a bottle of perfume. We have lunch at a restaurant - Every dish I ordered was a tad spicey for me even though I am used to the Curry-Hill fare.
Back in the hotel I went for another go-around. While it involved a nice hard massage, the rest of the session did not seem enthusiastic on her part, as she was reluctant to change positionr and wanted to be supine and inactive. I lamented the fact that she was not working for a bonus which might be forthcoming. Being tired I took a few hours nap, while she watched the tele. I woke up refreshed and turned her over and gave her a nice backrub and then dragged her in the bathroom and suggested that she shower as sweat from the whole day was beginning to be noticable.
JonThomas and Pussygalore all washed up and squeaky clean, I ventured to indulge in an extended DATY. At 8:00 went to the CoffeeShop where I nibbled while she wolfed down two plates of assorted appetisers. I gave her GBP 120; and took the cab to Indira Gandhi Airport for an 11:30 to SIN.