Business Partner’s Aromatic Seduction in Indian Gay Story
Indian Gay Story: Vikram and I had known each other for a very long time. We both were linked through our business. Unlike other suppliers, Vikram used to take himself seriously, he preferred being perceived as an entrepreneur. Our association had majorly been over e-mails, since he was just one of the suppliers he acquired no place in my head-space.
It was Feburary of 2019 and ice cold rain battered Dehradoon mercilessly. It was impossible for me to reach work and hence I decided to finally put office set up at home to good use. I emailed Vikram about my unavailability and change of address for the time being. Moments later he replied by saying ‘Oh that is not a problem. I live nearby and can hand deliver everything at your doorstep.’ (I wasn’t expecting that and was stunned by his gesture of braving torrential icy rain just for some products I wanted to test). I returned the gesture by inviting him over for tea and business talk.
I live in a property that is laid over 2 acres of land. It is a fine fusion of wilderness and civilisation. It takes around 20 minutes from town to reach. After about an hour my security chief informed me that someone called Vikram has arrived. I requested them to escort him in and navigate him to my office.
The so-called office is actually a big suite with over 7000 books, a fire place, large french windows and a fire place.Woody and damp fragrance wafted from all pine trees and foliage around my cabin. There was a knock on door followed by ‘It is open, please come in’. Vikram came in and first thing I noticed was his imposing personality adorned with a gentle smile.
He is around 6′.2” tall, well built and fair. He has baritone voice that resonates far and wide. As he came in, I noticed he was wearing Safari extreme perfume. That perfume is pure seduction. His mild yet potent aura mingled poetically with the fragrances from fire place and rain soaked pine trees. As he sat I noticed he was wearing formal pants that perfectly wrapped themselves around his well built legs and thighs.
There was an Hermes belt that divided his neatly tucked n mild pink shirt and his edgy pants. Inch by inch Vikram was carefully carved by kaamdev himself. There was no shortage of beauty and perfection.
Me: Hmmmmm safari extreme! that is an interesting choice.
Him: I try.
Me: Job well done! Am a massive fan of this perfume
Him: But you don’t smell like that
Me; Yes, because It did not last long on me, I tried various methods and it never smelled or stayed like it is on you. So I gave up on my favourite. I stiill have 7 unpacked bottles of it.
Him: Dude! 7 new bottles! Use them!
Me: How to make it last!?
Him: hmmmm i can share some hacks and secret tricks, if you allow me to.
Me: By all means, please.
Him: The secret is in using your body as aroma diffuser. By using body heat.
Me: ???????????
Him: Well I spray it on my shoulders, ankles and inner thighs.
Me: WHAT!!? Perfume in groin!?
Him: hahahahahah, not exactly groin but close.
Me: Shut up, you are messing with me. Aren’t you
Him: (laughing) No no, why would ?
Me: Well your laughter says something else…
He stood up and spread his beefy arms and said if you don’t believe me then you can come and search. I laughed a little and said you want me to sniff you? hahahaah. He said yes, please do and when you do that I will share another secret. I was both intrigued and surprised by his confidence.
I said ok! This is weird but what is life without a pinch o salt. I told him to sit down so that I can go close and smell all the areas he told me to (there was nothing sexual in it. It was like a child’s play. One child said something and other denied and now they are doing weird things together).
He said shoulders and side of my neck first. I went close to his ear and smelled. I could feel the dense warmth of his body, II could see his perfect chin and his pink lips. From that angle I could see his chest and his thighs wide open with his pant creating a fake bulge. I smelled his shoulder and neck. Now, middle of chest. I bent little and placed my left hand on his firm, stone hard chest and smelled right in middle of his chest.
My hand on his chest activated his nipple and I could feel that under my hand. As I went close I could hear him breathe, I could sense the amazingly fresh mint he had and I could feel that exact spot where his fragrance was. He opened his thighs wider and said now the thighs. As I held his right thigh I could feel each muscle in it. I patted it gently and said hmmm someone has been working out. He smiled and said I run 10 miles everyday. That’s admirable,was my reply.
Indian gay story of a horny guy’s aromatic seduction
As my face slowly moved towards his groin, my heart started to pound. I tried to smell but was acutely distracted. I said dude am getting other ideas now and got up. He looked puzzled and said, what happened? I told him straightaway ‘I love your body and I want to do much more than just smelling your perfume on inner thighs’. Without saying a word he got up and started to walk away.
He reached the door and locked it from inside. He smiled and asked ‘ are you going to roll down window blinds or do i have to do it?’ I smiled, picked up my remote control and with press of a button the lights in room changed from white to warm yellow and with press of another button blinds slid over massive glass walls concealing, the secrets this room has been trusted with.
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