Rocking On Tour Ch. 02

"Shhh! Rock, not here", she whispered surreptitiously and knocked my arm away.

I grinned.

"OK, you are 'on duty' here right? Once we are in the restaurant eating, I will be 'on duty' there" I whispered back sounding mysterious.

"Ha, as if I am like that all the time, eh?" she said recalling the passionate bout we had had in the room just a few minutes earlier.

"I am a very conservative person with a lot of self control, otherwise all these years with out dating anyone, I single handedly brought up ..."She would have rambled on but I gave a solid swat on her soft rolling bum with one palm and the sound ricocheted off the walls of empty carpeted corridor of the Hotel.

It was just to change the topic over to matters at hand, you will realize.

She looked up sharply,

"What was that for? Ha?" she hissed, her dark hand rubbing her affected region slowly.

"I was just checking if to see if those hips were real or stuffed", I said leeringly and she smirked in disbelief.

"We are not like western women to have artificial breasts and all..."she was saying but we had reached the glazed entrance door of the Restaurant by then.

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I deliberately selected a corner table away from the motley crowd, and explained it off to her saying she can keep an eye on the entrance and the 'goings on' in that position; saying of nothing of the 'goings on' my sly hand had planned under cover.

As we sat down with her in the dark secluded corner I snuggled close to her and sat rubbing shoulders and asked pleasantly,

"Anything veggie would do me fine" I said gregariously and put my big right arm over her strong shoulders.

"MMMMM" she growled in protest but did not push my hand away this time.

We ordered complete 'Madras Meal' for each that promised 2 Indian Bread 'Chapattis' , three types of side dishes of Potato, spinach and corns baked in sweet and sour gravy topping off with rice, soups, yoghurt and Fruit salad.

She made small talk and my hand established its right over her soft thighs next to me and rubbed her thigh in a rotary manner going over from her strong cups of kneecaps to the upper reaches of her thighs all the way to the big swollen crotch, making her sigh in anticipation. If she lost control over what she was talking or become distracted occasionally when my fingers pressed against her soft and warm pubic mound over her uniform fly, then I would only withdraw the hand momentarily, engage her in explaining some facets of her past life and her struggle. As she would become engrossed in narration soon my hands would start their sensuous teasing journey all over again.

I circled her waist, cupping her big pumpkin like hips and the deep crack betwixt them. I even took her tucked shirt out of her trousers and sneaked my hands in to savour the touch of her naked black Indian skin. The tropical maiden was talking and sighing repeatedly. The waiters in the five-star hotel took their own time in bringing our order. And I wasn't grumbling. The only one who could complain about this was my erect cock held back in the confines of my shorts.

As my hands explored her soft swelling tiers of her big black tummy I would dip my head occasionally below, lift the shirt and see the places myself. This unabashed activity of mine drove her nuts and she gritted her teeth and she had to draw all the vestiges of her Police self control and training to control her own rising tides of passion and not lose her composure there.

Her hands did not remain idle either. She grew bolder too as I shamelessly teased her thus in a public place. Her soft black hands found my flagstaff soon enough and caressed the stem from the balls to the wet tip over the fabric sometime; and then I made it easier for her by allowing it to snake out from the end of the shorts, right into the open.

It stood majestically erect sniffing the Conditioned cool air, surveying the dimly lit interiors of the restaurant and finding no peril to its presence in the immediate vicinity, surged with more blood, grew longer and harder in my lovely cop's mature hands.

"Are you arresting me now?" I kidded her as she gripped the blood engorged 9 -inch stem firmly up. It stood proudly up...Upto just below the table top. Selvi's hand that covered the bulbous pink head was in level with the Table cloth.

"Ahhhhhh... I should, you know, for possessing a sinister looking weapon and pointing it to an 'Officer on duty' like this" She said jovially and wetted her lips lustily with a sneaking tongue.

I was now unbuckling the Police leather belt and loosening her trouser top, single handedly to provide me more access to her secret bounty.

My other hand, now traced lazy circles on her face from the sides of her head to the soft chin and plump lips. We looked innocent enough like a decent couple to anyone that might be looking at us, at least over the top of the table.

Cont'd...

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More action unfolds as they get back to room... in the bed and outside in the terror struck city...keep reading!!