FR on Z0ya from K@lwa (now in Mumbr@ she said).
I got her contact from boredhuman. I planned to meet her last Sunday. She agreed to meet in the evening in Thane east. She only casually mentioned near the end of our conversation that she charges 3.5K, I said "my friend who referred you said 3k". She didn't reply. Then there was no conversation about money at all. She said she was visiting someone in a hospital hence would be a little late. I confirmed the room availability in the lodge (did not pay) and waited near the station for her call. She responded immediately to my every whatsapp message and call. But she was getting delayed. A while later, bored of waiting I messaged her that we can meet at another time since her emergency seemed genuine and the gravity in her voice and the surrounding ambiance suggested the serious scenario she was in. In fact she humanely called me to apologize after agreeing to my rescheduling whatsapp message.
I called Z@ya the next day and she eagerly accepted, willing to make up for the previous evening's KLPD. We decided to meet late in the afternoon instead of in the evening. I had already left when I confirmed the rendezvous, hence she was delayed as she had to prepare and leave post that. I did not mind as it was early in the day and there was a nice drizzle. I parked miles away from the lodge, took a rikshaw and reached the station. She updated me each station she passed on the train and finally reached Th@ne. She called and she was at another gate, though on the East side. She told me she was at the gate and in a burkha. I walked to that gate and easily spotted her in her attire and waved her to walk behind me. Neither me nor her had an umbrella so there was no point in walking alongside which would only slow our walk in that congested station road.
When I saw her at the station first I thought I made a mistake. Her burkha clad figure looked frail and tiny, nothing much to talk about. Her only visible attributes apart from her palms were her eyes, and they did not look impressive either devoid of any makeup. All the way walking I kept telling myself not to expect much and this would yet another flop in a series with stranger, unknown girls ever since I returned to Mumbai mongering (my earlier regular contacts had vanished while I was away from homeland for a few years). As I climbed the stairs I turned back to speak some pleasantries and was still unimpressed with her gait-less walk and lack of anything attractive in her overall figure. We walked up she was supportive and argued with the lodge manager when he asked for my ID and even on the Rs 1200 for 2 hours charge. I liked it. She complained about the first room the man took us which was dusty and gave the condi boy (who was a bored looking elderly man) a lecture on how a Rs 600 per hour room should be. The fellow after some cribbing took us to another room at the far quiet end of the lobby. I was falling in love with this girl without even seeing her face. I could imagine how she would argue with the fruit wallas and sabzi wallahs to get me a good bargain. She also had a wife-like quality in her voice. Hmmm! I thought. The in bed attribute was still under question. There was still no hint of any T&A through her burkha.
After reaching the another room which was quiet agreeable for the price, she again grumbled about the state and no hot water etc. Again all very wifey. As the fellow too grumbled and mumbled and was leaving, she loudly remanded him to get the condoms quick as if she was asking a servant in the house not to forget the coriander while returning from the market. I kept my casual tone of pleasantries and was already regretting the 1200 gone plus 3k about to go. Condi uncle returrned with 3 sachets of child hating rubber, while I handed him a 100, She threw another one at him "towel kaha hai", "hai na udhar" he replied in the same tone but with a dash of pessimism and hopelessness, grumbled some more under his breath and left.
Among pleasantries I turned and began taking off my personal effects, my shoes watch wallet keys etc, not too eager to jump in the bed. In the mirror I was facing I saw behind me she had efficiently slipped off her burkha and was already undressing while returning my pleasantries. She had an ordinary dress underneath. I asked her "are you carrying any other dress?". She replied. "No, why? Should I have". I said no its alright. My mind lingered back on old memories of satin and lace lingerie and cute silk teddies. Under that ordinary dress was revealed more wifey-ness. Then she let go of her hair which she had tied in an unattractive bun so far and let the hair cascade down her body, which now every moment looked more beautiful. I was still watching her in the mirror as I was biding my time taking off my effects. Our conversation by this time had grown so friendly that neither of us had any inhibitions left, no longer strangers
She went in some detail about her hospital visit yesterday and casually laid on the bed in her bra and panty. I too got in the bed in just my briefs while getting more engrossed our conversation now. Now I was feeling that I have know her for ages. Every second she was looking more attractive now. At some point she started casually touching me and I reciprocated with the same gesture. She was small yet full-figured, slight tummy and a waist which swells down the buttocks giving way to fuller thighs. not your typical babe or wannabe model, but I prefer these types. She had a beautiful smooth skin from head to toe. Her touches made me hot, I began kissing her smooth skin. She pulled me for some DFK, me on top, the she on top. All the time fondling my johnson through my briefs. Then she went down and I closed my eyes in anticipation and... smack! her kiss landed straight on mr.johnsoon but though my white lycra briefs. She quickly apologized looking at the brighr red lipstick stain, which now I would have to take home as a medal. Unless. I stepped out of the bed and promptly washed the stain under the tap in the basin. Now returned back like adonis wearing nothing but a huge hardon. She welcomed me back to her fold, took the condom and gave me CBJ. I didn't mind. Her hair touching my tummy synchrizing with the rhythm of her head bobbing up and down was more exciting. Then she removed her bra and revealed nice sized breasts. 10 minutes of CBJ and casual talk about sex and what we like about it. Then I said it was my turn. She opened her gates to heaven and I lapped up like a puppy. She liked interlocking her palms in mine while my tongue tickled her man in the boat and then running deep down her valley and the alternating both. She came after 5 minutes, in throes, clenching her mouth to stop the lodge manager (and condi uncle) to hear her shriek. She admitted she came, I said yes I felt it on my entire face. She suggested I quickly enter her to complete her orgasm, I said it would be too early to enter. She said we can do the second round at leisure. So I mounted mish. I was not sure I would be ready for the second as most of my mongering were one rounds. Multiple rounds were only with girlfriends during my dating years.
Anyway I mounted and came. Itwas beautiful. I wouldn't have mind had she said there that she had to go, as I was completely satisfied. Anyway I thought if nothing else I would justtalk to her lying next to her for the remaining one hour. And we llying next to each other just talked about various topics on earth. She was interested in all. She asked valid logical questions too on all topics. We discussed medicine, covid, religion, love, god, some nietzsche, wagner and opera too. All this time I was imparting knowledge I did not realize her touches on my nipples and fondling my family jewels gave rise to mr.johnson in 10 minutes since I came in her (through the condom of course). All she had she had do was lick and bite each of my nipple and DFK me again with all her passion. Now she was in control. She rode me. I think I went in a trance then, probably had an out of body experience, or maybe my soul traveled somewhere else. She asked me which position I would prefer next. I did not answer. She said doggy, I jumped immediately and was in a position in a 2 secs, pumping in and out with zero resistance, like a piston in a well lubed machine. That went long. She suggested the right height that would please her the most, we adjusted, and were at iit agaiin in the doggy for a long time. One soul, one body, one being. She later admitted thatshe felt divine while in that position, I admitted I felt the same.
She again jumped in WOT and crushed, ground some more til my nuts were hitting her soft butt on every stroke. All the while shje kept her DFK too. Her phone rand which was away from the bed. She as if out of a trance, tched and igmored. I suggested she pick it up so it won't ring again and her mind would be at peace too. She went to the far end of the bed and reached out to grab her phone. I had a view of her plumpish butt. She was 100% woman, if you know what I mean. Who cares for those model type gym hitting bimbos if you have a full figured, loving woman in your bed. Call was from home about getting something from the stores. She was glad, I was glad that she took the call and we were back again. She BJed some more and we DFKed rolling on the bed from end to end and I had to mount. I mounted in mish, after some time we rolled she on top, then she sat up in a cowgirl and I pushed her back with her legs around my neck, DFKing into an orgasm. We rested for 5 minutes just smiling and thanking each other and promising to meet again. We got off the bed and realized it was just 10 minutes left. We both admitted we didn't realize how the time fled. Nearly two hours.
We dressed up all ready to leave and I realized that she never once mentioned money since we spoke about iit on the phone 2 days ago. I had said 3k and she hadn't replied. But now I happily gave 3.5k which she had expected.
The drizzle was still there. It was 7pm. I walked with her till the railway station. She asked me which train I was taking. I said I was just seeing her off to the station and then I would go back. She was impressd. I was impressed that she admired the gesture.
I was completely satisfied, saying bye to mongering for... 3 more days.
Charges (I won't call it damages, not this time) - 3.5k (2 sessions) + 1.2K (room 2 hours) + 100 condi uncle = 4.8k.
Looks - 5/10 (at one time during our consummation she looked like 10/10)
Ass - 7/10 (but when she reached for the phone it was 10/10)
Boobs - 6/10 (seemed10/10 when she rode me)
Pu$$y - 8/10 (satin smooth, fit like a glove, smelled that right pussy smell and tasted right too)
CBJ - 7/10 (it would have definitely felt 10/10 had it been a BBJ. She struggled at DeepT but gave me a bonus when she licked and sucked at my hanging gardens)
WIR - Yes (but after checking a few others. Maybe things have changed while I was away and this kind of service is a norm. Definitely I will check others before I repeat her. Do send me any more contacts which you think excel)
Service - 10/10 (service with a smile. Definitely a service, very professional because I pinged her 3 days later and she asked who I was. Broke my heart. I ran to navi mumbai, FR will follow.)
Thank you.
Dont get emotional. Fuck and move on
No emotions. Just a dash of romance in the report to make it interesting read rather than the usual wham-bam-thank-you-mam. Mr. Johnson rules over the hearts and brains of us mongers. Expect similar poetry in my FRs. Its a homage to whoever gives good service to mankind.
Thank you.