Romantic Night with My Friend’s Sister – Part 4

I’m Sohail—a techie who earns well, living life my way in the beautiful city of Bangalore. Storywriting is my hobby, and connecting with my readers is my passion. This is my tale with Nida, my friend’s sister.

We fell asleep like that, her head on my chest, my arms around her. Sleeping so romantically, the air filled with trust and warmth as we rested. Around 6:00 AM, Nida’s phone rang, the sound pulling us both from sleep. I stirred, still half-asleep.

Nida reached for her phone, her voice groggy, “Hello… Irfan bhai?” She sat up slightly, the blanket slipping a bit. Her body was still warm against mine, her fever lingering but calmer.

Irfan’s voice came through, “Nida, how are you feeling? Is your fever down? I think Sohail should be there soon to take you to the bus stand.” Nida tried to sound normal, “Yes, bhai, I’m better… Sohail will come soon… he has not called me yet.”

Her voice was soft, her shyness evident, as she knew we were lying about me leaving the hotel. But as she spoke, I moved closer. In my sleepy state, my mind was hazy, and I was not fully aware of the call. My lips brushed against her chest, finding her boob.

I started licking softly, my tongue warm on her skin, the act gentle and instinctive. My eyes are still closed, lost in a half-dream. Nida gasped softly, her body tensing. Her voice faltered on the phone, “Yes, uh… I’ll be ready, bhai.” She tried to stay composed.

Her face turned red, her shyness making her breath quicken. She gently pushed my head with her free hand but not fully stopping me. Caught between the call with her brother and the sensation, her soft moans barely audible. Irfan didn’t notice, “Okay, call me when you’re on the bus. Take care.”

Nida managed a quick, “Yes, bhai, bye.” Her hand was trembling as she ended the call and put the phone down. I woke up fully at the sound of the call ending, realizing what I’d done, my eyes wide, “Nida, I’m so sorry… I didn’t know you were on the phone.” I pulled back, my face red, sitting up beside her.

She looked at me, “Sohail, you were asleep… it’s okay.” She giggled softly, her voice shy, “But that was Irfan bhai!” We both laughed quietly. The awkwardness gave way to warmth. Her fever seemed to subside, and her breathing became steady.

Nida leaned closer, her breath warm against my ear. Her voice was a shy whisper, “Sohail, I felt something strange when you were sucking when I was on the call with bhai.” Her cheeks turned even redder. Her eyes looked down, her shyness making the moment all the more tender.

I smiled, my heart racing, “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Suddenly, my phone rang, the sound startling us both. I looked at the screen—Irfan was calling me. I picked up, trying to sound normal, “Hello, Irfan…” He asked, “Sohail, when are you going to the hotel?”

My heart raced, keeping up the lie we’d told, “I haven’t called her yet. But I’ll tell her I’ll be there early in the morning.” I glanced at Nida, who was watching me, her eyes playful, as if she knew we were hiding the truth.

As I spoke, Nida moved quietly, climbing on top of me, the blanket slipping down. Before I could react, she leaned in, kissing my nipple softly. Then, biting it gently, her teeth sent a shiver through me. I bit my lip, trying not to make a sound.

My voice faltered on the phone, “Yes, uh… I’ll be there soon, Irfan.” He didn’t notice, “Okay, make sure she gets to the bus stand on time. Call me later.” I managed a quick “Yes, bye” and disconnected the call, my hand shaking as I put the phone down.

Nida looked up at me. “Sohail, did you also feel the kick?” she asked, her voice soft, her cheeks red. I laughed, my heart still racing, “Yes, Nida, I felt it…” The thrill of the moment drew us closer. We began kissing naturally, our lips moving together in slow, deep kisses.

The warmth of her breath mingled with mine. My hands found her boobs, holding them gently and pressing them. We kissed for a few minutes, our bond growing even deeper. The moment was tender and emotional, not about going further but about feeling close.

Her fever seemed almost gone, her body steady against mine. Her shyness was evident in the soft sighs she let out between kisses. We stopped kissing smiling. I said, “Let’s get ready for the bus stand.” She nodded, “Yes, thank you, Sohail.”

Nida took the blanket and wrapped it. She walked to the washroom, dropping it at the door and leaving it open shyly. After a while, I went closer, water running warm inside. “Nida, can I join?” I asked, soft and flirty. She peeked, thinking, then smiled, “No,” closing the door with a shy giggle.

After 2-3 seconds, she opened it, grabbed my hand, and pulled me in silently, her touch shy. The water feels warm on us, with steam surrounding us. Nida stood under the water, her hands covering her body, eyes down. I stepped closer, kissing her arms, my lips soft and gentle.

Then her shoulders, warm; her neck, slow; her back, gentle; and her waist. She pulled back a little, her hands covering more, “Sohail, no,” her voice was shaky, her body tense. I stopped, waiting. After a moment, she looked at me, her eyes shy but softer. She nodded a little, letting me continue.

I kissed her boobs, my tongue circling her nipples slowly, tasting the water on her skin, warm and wet. I moved to her navel, my tongue going inside, the water dripping down her belly, warm, her skin soft. She moaned softly. I kissed her thighs.

She moaned so loud and held me to stand and hugged her tightly, then bit my shoulder. Then I hugged her from behind, my dick touching her, hands cupping her boobs, the water warm. I whispered, “Nida, we should stop…” She nodded, “Yes, let’s stop,” her voice shy.

We came out of the washroom, smiling, our clothes dried up. We got ready fast, my heart warm. We sat in the car, Nida next to me, her eyes soft. As I started driving, she got emotional, her face sad.

She held my hand tight, resting her shoulder on me, tears in her eyes. “Sohail, I’m leaving you… I didn’t thank you enough,” I drove to Majestic bus station, her hand still in mine. The bus was there, and she began to cry, her tears falling. I felt sad, too, my heart heavy.

We got so close in one night that it hurt to let go. I hugged her lightly, “Don’t cry, Nida, we’ll meet again,” I said, my voice soft. She nodded, wiping her tears, “Yes, promise me.” We promised, our hearts closed, and then I let her board the bus, saying, “Goodbye,” I watched her go, sad, my eyes wet.

In my car, I thought, “I’ve seen many girls, but Nida is different. Her skin, her face, her figure—10/10, like a celebrity. I’ve touched and kissed many boobs, but hers felt so perfect. Still, I miss her, not for sex, but because I care. I could have gone for it, but I didn’t want to,” I felt empty, driving slowly.

After 10 minutes, a dramatic event happened, and my phone rang. It was Nida, her voice soft, “Sohail, I want to spend more time with you. I stepped down at the next stop.” My heart jumped. She continued, “I called Irfan. I’m not well, so I stepped down.”

I was on cloud nine, enjoying this moment. I called Irfan and told Nida called me and said she was not feeling well. I said, “I’ll take her to hospital, make her rest, and bring her to Mangalore tomorrow.” I also spoke with Nida’s mother, assuring her, “She’s safe. I’ll care for her.”

I rushed to my car, speeding away, happy she had chosen me. I reached the bus stop, where she waited. She stood in an abaya and niqab, looking at me. We rushed to each other, hugging tight, her arms around me, mine around her. We hugged for 5 minutes, her niqab soft against me.

“Thank you… thank you…” I kept saying, my voice was full of love. She didn’t speak, just held me, her shyness in her grip. I took her to the car, and we drove to the same hotel, smiling at each other. She removed her niqab, her eyes shy but warm.

I kept touching her hand, my fingers on her skin, a desperate love growing. We stepped inside the hotel, the door closing behind us. Right away, we hugged tight, her body warm against mine, her abaya soft, my arms around her. “Nida, I can’t believe you’re here,” I whispered.

She hugged me tighter, “Sohail, I couldn’t leave.” her voice shy. We sat on the bed, looking at each other, smiling big. “You’re so brave… coming back for me,” I said. She blushed, “I… I felt so sad leaving you,” her eyes warm, her shyness showing.

I took her hand and said, “Come here,” then led her to the mirror. She stood in her saree. I went behind her, tucking her hair behind her ear, “Nida, you’re so beautiful, more than any celebrity,” I whispered, close to her. I put my hand on her stomach, pulling her to me, her back on my chest.

We looked in the mirror; she looked beautiful and said the same, and then kissed her. Then, kissing her neck, slowly removed her saree pin and let pallu fall. I kissed her shoulders. Then I kissed her whole back, my lips slowing down her spine, making her moan, “Sohail, mmm.”

I kissed her waist, my lips on her curves, then her navel. My tongue circled inside, warm and wet, her stomach trembling, her moan louder, “Oh… Sohail,” The saree fell off completely, leaving her in a blouse and petticoat. She turned to hold my face and kissed my whole face—my forehead, cheeks, nose, lips.

She pulled my lips like a lollipop and started sucking. She unbuttoned my shirt and kissed my chest. The first time, making marks on my chest. She was crazy. She is biting my chest and giving bites, then my neck. While kissing my neck, I felt the touch of her boobs over her blouse.

“Sohail, you’re so nice,” she whispered, shy. I smiled, “Nida, you make me so so happy.” I kissed her lips again, deep, my hands on her petticoat, pulling it down slowly, baring her bottom. I knelt and kissed her legs. I didn’t want to go near her pussy but wanted to kiss.

I put my thumb inside her panties, looked into her eyes and dragged it down. I held her by her waist and slowly kissed her pussy. She moaned so loudly and pulled me in, hugging me. Then she knelt. She unhooked and dragged my pants down. She looked at my dick and said someone is always high.

She touched my dick over my underwear. I replied, ‘Why don’t you free him?’ She smiled and said, “Pleasure is all mine.” She said it’s a monster. Don’t you want to kiss the monster? She replied, ‘I have never done it and never do either.’ But just for you, she holds my dick and gives me one peck.

I looked at her, “Let’s be like last night.” She smiled, nodded, and kissed my cheek, “Yes, like that,” her voice shy. I turned her, unhooking her blouse, widening it from the back, her whole back bare. I kissed every inch, my lips soft, from her neck to her lower back.

“Sohail, mmm… you’re so good at this… so gentle… I feel so loved,” praising me. I smiled, kissing more, her moans filling the room. I turned her back and removed the blouse and bra together. I looked at her and said, “They are so beautiful.” They are so perfect.

I don’t know how to repay for these beautiful boobs. I then bit her boobs with my tongue. I sucked her boobs, my lips circling her nipples, slow, tasting her skin, my tongue gentle, sucking soft then harder. Her nipples are hard in my mouth.

She moaned loudly, “Sohail, oh… that feels so good…” her hands in my hair. She came on top of me, sitting directly on my dick, kissing my face, neck, chest, stomach. Her way of kissing is so sensual. Then we lay close, her head on my chest, my arm around her, the blanket warm around us.

“I owe you a lot, Nida,” I said. She sighed, “By the way, I am also lying beside a handsome guy.” We rested, our love growing, the flirty words filling the air with hope. After a while, her phone rang—her husband was calling from Singapore. She froze, pulling back, “Oh no.”

Her hands shook as she answered. Her husband asked about her health, and she replied, “Yes, I’m okay. Sohail, Irfan Bhai’s friend, helped me to the clinic and then to this hotel. He went back home.” Her voice was quick, her face red.

Her husband’s voice came, soft but worried, “Nida, are you sure you’re alright? I’m so far in Singapore. I can’t be there. I was scared when Irfan called. Did the clinic help? Rest well. If you’d like, I’ll cut the trip short and come to India.”

She said, “No, anyhow, I will go home tomorrow morning.” He spoke at length, his voice full of care, inquiring about her health and expressing how much he missed her. She listened, her eyes wet. “Yes, I’m fine… thank you… I miss you too.” her voice was low and shaky.

Her husband’s voice faded, and Nida sat quiet, thinking, her guilt heavy. She didn’t tell me, just slipped out of the blanket, wearing a blouse and petticoat, her face sad. I asked, “Nida, what’s wrong?” She looked away, “Nothing.” Her voice was shaky.

She was not meeting my eyes. I kept asking, but she stayed silent. I understood.

Thank you for reading this so far! Wait for the next part. If anyone wants to have fun, chat, or meet up to talk about anything in and around Dubai or anywhere, I’m available anytime at [email protected].