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Beekni

MY RASHI ( MF, Romance, True, Indian)

PREFACE

My name is Vicky and this is my first
attempt in writing a history. Each bit of the
narration is nearly true and is described as events
happened. Indian society being extremely
traditional with more than 90% of the
marriages being arranged in nature, pre or
extra marital sex is considered taboo. It does
not mean that "things "do not happen.
Internet now provides the opportunity for
these stories to be shared around the Globe.
I invite your stories and comments on this
story .

beekni@hotmail.com

My Rashi

I still remember. The day was 3rd of Dec
1985. I had barely settled down in my office
that I received a call from Prof. Yash Paul.
He said that he had learnt about my recent
promotion in my organization and he was so
thrilled to hear this news that he wanted to
felicitate me as an old student of his
department. It was such an honor I thought,
and I readily agreed to come to the
Department. The day was fixed for 5th Dec
1985. I never realised it will become a
landmark day in my life.

The felicitation ceremony was fixed for 4
PM. I dressed moderately in my Marks and
Spencer Beige coloured suit and drove into
the department approximately half an hour
early as I wanted to meet my old buddies of
University before the start of the ceremony.
After all, I had spent 5 glorious youthful
years of my life together with them doing a
wide veriety of things. From competing
fiercely in academics to attending and
bunking classes, stealing notes, acting and
singing on stage, ragging new comers,
playing cricket, TT, badminton, to chasing
girls and some time introducing best friend
of our girl friends to them.
One could easily imagine life in hostels or
dorms. We were living away from our
families and these very people comprised of
our immediate family. The bonds developed
over years were thicker than blood relations.
It was fun to meet them in more than one
way.

Though all of us had matured and settled in
our lives, it gave us immense pleasure
revisiting those glorious days of 70's. I had
just turned over forty and had two kids and a
supporting beautiful wife. However this did
not stop me from fooling around ,during my
overseas trips particularly to Far East. But
considering my age and hectic schedule I
led, there was very little time for such
activities now. But I must admit I was not a
saint and out of it altogether. Aids had
sacred hell out of the fucking world, but
once in a while visit to massage parlors or
Girlie bars with friends and business
executives was not out of bonds. I still
enjoyed female company as long as it did
not hurt financially or healthwise. Besides I
had seen and done whatever the world had
to offer as so "called night life." Sex was
last thing on my mind and I had literally
closed that chapter.

The guys at the university were as lucky, but
in a different way. They did not get a chance
to go out. Every time I came back from
overseas trips, which were quite frequent in
my job, they would call me to listen to my
private exploits. I would describe to them
about the sex shows of Bangkok, massage
parlors of Manila and showcased prostitutes
on canal banks of Amsterdam, peep shows
of London and 42nd street of New York.
They used to listen to all these stories with
great attention and perhaps envy me for my
exploits. I used to take great pains in
narrating and some time making the
presentation more juicy by adding more than
I had seen or done. I could easily see them
salivating after hearing from me. My
bonding with them was more of " brotherhood of man"
kind. Besides all of them were good personal
and family friends

My friends at the University in return would
tell me all the juicy stories happening on the
campus. This University has its own tales. It
had its own world. And my friends at the
University were no saints. They would
sheepishly admit having affairs with some
female or other. Professor Prof. Yash took
great interest in females working in the
department . Prof. Matthew was a known
fucker having an almost open relationship
with Rita besides all secretaries he had.
Every one knew about it. Dr Ken never
passed a girl without screwing her. Many
times the stage was set in the university but
exploits were made out of town. The
seminars held in different cities outside
Delhi, provided the consenting faculties the
best opportunity to discover each other away
from prying eyes of colleagues in office as
well family members. Some faculty
members were luckier. One faculty member
used to brag to privately that he would lay
any girl over 22. Female students of 80's
had become more adventurous and were
keen to score good marks without hard work
at the academics. Some professors called
their students at their houses if the spouses
were away. I too used to listen to their tales
with rapt attention and often envied them for
the most cost-effective method of satisfying
their sexual urge and fantasies.

The felicitation ceremony was organised in
the seminar room where all faculty members
were invited.
On the oval table I was sitting on one side.
The staff members occupied chairs on the
opposite side. I knew most of them
personally. Some of them were females who
were students with us and had subsequently
joined the department as faculty or staff
member. Most of them has got married by
now and had grown up children. In process
they had lost all the charm for which we use
to chase them during college days. But I was
told that some of them were still available
for asking. However I never wanted to lower
my standards by cultivating these contacts.

I could not overlook a new female face I
was seeing or the first time. She sitting bang
opposite me across the table flanked by two
oldies. There was something very different
about her. She was ravishingly beautiful.
She was very fair and her round face dripped
with charm. She looked so fresh and
innocent. She had big forehead and big
eyes. I could not stop looking at her. She
was relatively quite and interacted with only
Rita who was sitting by her side. I could not
see her in full as she was sunk low in the
chair. She had thin lips and perhaps wore
very little make-up. My first reaction after
seeing her was " yeh kahan aa gayee?"(what is doing here>)
She did not belong to that crowd. She looked
like princess in sharp contrast to the all other
ladies sitting around her. There was
something about her that stuck in my mind.
As if it was instantaneous, I longed for her.

The ceremony started and each one was
introduced. She was introduced as one of the
new staff members
in the science department. In the din I forgot
to take notice of name etc. I was so ravaged
by this beauty that I totally forgot what I had
planned to speak on that occasion . I still do
not remember what I actually spoke as I was
totally disoriented .After formal speech
making and presentation of a small trophy
etc. the atmosphere got relaxed and cross talk
started around the table. That put me at ease
so that I could eye that beauty just a little
more. Tea and pastries followed. Everyone
was asked to narrate a joke or sing a song.
Even she was asked to sing a song but she
shied, blushed and politely refused.

In my life I traveled long distances. From
Bombay to Brazil. From Singapore to San
Francisco. But I had not come across such
an innocent face with a near perfect Mona
Lisa smile. A game was also played around
the table in which every-one had to use his
brain to get correct answers. During one
hour of stay in the room I must have stolen
good 5 minutes of my stare at her face. I can
recall she too was looking towards me and
our eyes locked in with one another at least
a couple of times. And each time it
happened I thought I have been caught
stealing. But at the same time I also caught
her looking at me stealthily. She quickly
turned her eyes away from me when our
eyes met. I knew that something had
happened between us then and there itself. I
had to be careful not to be seen to be ogling
at her though I was nearly doing this. I
wanted this party to last forever so that I
could stay and keep admiring that beauty
forever. But that was not to be. It was 5 PM
and it was bus time and very suddenly
everyone was in a hurry to finish the
function. After all, they had to catch the
chartered bus which dropped them home.

The ceremony ended and we came out of the
seminar room. I bid farewell to my friends
and came out of the department walking
towards my car. I offered a lift to Rita who
lived in the same locality where I was living.
I kept on talking to my friends who were
proceeding towards the bus stop while I was
walking towards my car with Rita in toe. I
saw Rita gesticulating at some one to come
quickly. I opened the front door for Rita and
I was about to proceed to my driving seat
that Rita asked if I could give lift to one
more female employee who also lives in the
same neighborhood as ours. I readily agreed.
By the time Rita and me had settled down in
the car. From corner of my eyes that I saw
the same Angel emerge from the building
and rushing towards my car. She bent lower
to bring her face near Rita's and formally
asked me if I could give her a lift. I almost
passed out seeing her so closely. You idiot
she was talking to you, I told myself. I was
dumb folded looking at her very delicate
lips, which had asked for the lift and the
ravishing eyes with question? Will you let
me in please? It must have taken a few
seconds longer for me to reply. I reached
for the knob sitting in driving seat and
opened the rear doors of my car. She took
the back seat in my car. My heart thumped
on her sight once more and it was a treat to
watch her from such close quarters. Frankly
at that time wanted to throw away Rita from
the car so that I could make this beauty sit
by my side. The sanity however continued
to prevail on me.

Once the car got moving, Rita introduced
her to me as Rashi who had recently joined
the department. Rita was doing all the
talking in the car while I was trying to drive
and eyeing Rashi in the rear view mirror at
the same time. Rita was doing most of the
talking. Rita was talking more about me than
about her. On the other hand I was more
curious to know about Rashi. I tried to cut
Rita short once and tried to get Rashi
involved in the conversation without much
success. Few things out of this conversation
however sank in my mind .It were Rashi
who had organised the game we played this
evening. It was an intelligence game
wherein you had to link some figure
drawings that gave away name of some
famous places in India. Another important
discovery was that she was sister in law of
another female in the campus that was
known hooker in her youthful days. She
worked in Psychology department and I had
another friend working in the same
department. Much before I met Rashi,my friend
had mentioned to me about that horny
female who now turned out to be Rashi's
sister in law. Rashi's sister-in -law now
married, had crushes on some of the boys I
knew. In fact one of them bloated to have
fucked her. I also knew that she was now
head over heals for a senior professor in her
own department and she shared close
moments with him,
Later it became a public knowledge that she
was getting her regular screw in the
department itself, as this professor had his
room right next to her and they used to work
either late or early when not many were
around. This story broke out as another
female who used to get the attention of this
professor felt jilted after the professor
dumped her for Rashi's sister in law. I had
known Rashi's sister in law from my college
days but nothing more than hi or hello ...She
too was also good looking but not a shade
when compared to this beauty riding with
me in the car. Disappointing thing that I
could gather about Rashi was that she was
married and had son. Her appearance defied
her age. She looked hardly 19 or 20. For a
moment I felt jealous about the lucky guy
whosoever her husband was.

I wanted the car ride to last until eternity.
But 2-km ride did not last more than 7-8
minutes. Rita got down first. I felt like
asking Rashi to join me on the front seat. I
restrained myself but was extremely happy
to know that she lived just 2 blocks way
from my house. I suddenly awakened to the
new prospect in my life.

She got down and bid farewell to me by
saying just " thank you'' However her smile
while saying thanks was mischievous. The
expression in her eyes while leaving me
confirmed this. As if she was asking me, So
when do we meet again? Her body language
conveyed thousand words. I froze and kept
sitting in the car as she was walking away
from me. She must have turned back to look
back at me at least two or more times while
walking towards her house. With the last
glance towards me she also waived bye to
me by shaking her tiny delicate hands which
were so far confined under a shawl wrapped
around her.

I could make out that her hips and waist
was rightly proportioned. I also noticed that
she had very long hair which were
interlocked in one big "chhoti"(strand) draping from
back of her head to lower than her hips as if
a thick black rope was tied on her head
which tapered on to her hips. As she moved
gracefully the loose strand at the end of her
chooti brushed cheeks of her buttock in
rhythm of her movement right and left and
right again, as she swayed her hips while
walking. I had always fantasized about long
hair. Once I had told my wife about her long
hared friend. I told her that her husband
would find it difficult to separate these long
hairs from the pubes if she was lying naked
on her hair. I had always fantasized
screwing women with long hair. And there
she was, with much longer hair than I had
ever fanaticized about. As she walked away
I could see her full body now. She looked
just over five feet. She looked extremely
curvaceous. Her sexy look, and the parting
smile that sank into my mind. Some beauty,
I thought, as I drove forward to my house.

My house was 2-minute drive from her
house. As I got in, I informed my wife about
the felicitation and how great I felt on being
honored by my old college. Downplaying
the whole episode,I also told her about this
new recruit living in our neighborhood. I
did this inadvertently, as if to prepare for an
introduction should we ran into Rashi in the
neighborhood.

I was so fascinated by her charm that her
thoughts kept coming back to me. More I
tried to restrain myself more she appeared in
my thoughts. I kept fantasizing about her.
Now I longed for her.

But as the calm returned, I became more
rationale and told myself that I was already
over the hill and it was too late to entertain
such thoughts of romance and flirting. I was
a well respected member of the society had
two growing kids, a wife whom I loved so
much. My sexual life was as active as one
could expect from a couple married 18 years
ago. Sex with wife had become routine.
Frequency had declined to once in 15 days
or in a month. There was nothing to
innovate now. Besides I lived with my
mother and brother. With two kids and a
servant ,our sex life was more of a nature of
opportunity when you are hot. Mostly you
are cold. I had already shut down my
romance and sex department long ago.
Erections were hard to get and even harder
to sustain but I was not impotent yet. These
realizations cooled me down. The fever in
me down began to subside as I plunged into
my daily grind next day-onwards I literally
forgot Rashi.

However every time I drove past her house
to my house, I would deliberately slow
down my car to just have a glimpse of her.
Days passed by but I never got to see her
outside her house. I noticed there were
several kids in the house who used to spill
over on to the road but never Rashi. I made
no special attempt to meet her in her office,
as I had no excuse to do so. But her eyes
continued to haunt me. Actually she was so
beautiful, so perfect, that there were men
that would see her for a brief moment, and
then never forget her. She'd be the model of
all they wanted, and I was no exception.
Never before I felt desire for some one like
this. But soon I found out a perfect alibi to
meet her.

As the New Year approached, I posted her a
New Year card. I had to make it look routine
card so that I am not spurned and the same
time she could notice me. On the New Year
Day or one day later I visited the
department. I looked for her all around but
could not find her. Dejected as, I was
walking back out of the office when I saw
her approaching for the opposite direction.
Seeing me she stopped. I conveyed my best
wishes for the New Year and she
reciprocated in a routine manner. She was
looking fresh and radiant.
I was now seeing her for a closer distance
and saw that she had pigments on her face
and arms, which one usually sees in the
westerners. I complained that I did not see
her any time in the neighborhood. She did
not comment .She looked busy at that
moment, and I realized that I had actually
stopped her on the way. I let her go. So my
plan to engage her in some conversation was
a big failure.

The failure looked challenge to me and I
mentally resolved to have another go at her.

Towards end of January is my daughter's
birthday. I told my wife that it be a great
idea to have some games organized. And
suddenly the game of 3rd Dec came over my
mind. I made an unscheduled visit to the
University on way back from office.
Thinking I will take the opportunity to
borrow the game from her and later offer her
a lift back to her home and get some time to
talk to her. With lot of expectations I walked
into the department and before I could ask
where I could find Rashi, Proof Yash Paul
caught hold of me
in the corridor and pulled me into his room.
It would have been too impolite to refuse his
hospitality. I told him that I wanted to
collect the game, which was organised the
other day. He pushed the call bell and the
peon came that was asked to call Rashi in
the room of the head of the department. I
took no interest in what Prof. Yash Paul was
talking as my eyes were fixed on the door
for the angel's entry. And the angel did walk
in. She barely took notice of me while she
raptly listened to what her boss was telling
her. In a swift motion she turned back and
receded in the corridor while I kept on
chatting to the Prof Yash. She appeared the
next minute or so and shoved a copy of the
game in Professor's hand and very quickly
went back as if she was in a great hurry. I
was got very disappointed and displeased
with myself. The whole purpose of my
coming was defeated. I still did not loose
hope. I quickly planned to walk to her room
and offer her a lift back home. But Prof.
Yash Paul came out to see me off to the car
dashing my residual hopes. Once outside
the building I realised that office time was
over and everyone was rushing back home.
I prolonged my departure and I waited near
my car hoping that I would still be able to
catch her. But that was not to be. I felt
miserable that day. Another failure I noted.

I felt defeated yet once again. That is when
I, know, my courage picks up. It has
happened with me before. Whenever in life I
feel I am loosing, I felt within my inner-self
a resilience bouncing me back ,pushing me
not to accept any defeat. Perhaps the same
thing happened here for me.

It was at the beauty of Rashi, which had
stunned me, and my desire for her kept
increasing. I had to do something about it. I
started giving a serious thought with a cool
mind. First strategy to cross my mind was to
approach her through my friends whom I
knew in the department. I tried to bring this
subject with one or two of my friends in the
department. Their facial expressions
changed the moment the moment I brought
this topic up for discussions. I realised they
see me as their potential competitor in the
field. So the resolution was to go it alone.

I made several visits to the department but
was unable to meet her. One of my biggest
handicaps was that
I knew most of the seniors of the department
and the moment I got into the building they
will surround me with their natural charm
and affection. They would invite me for tea,
lunch or snacks depending on their
conveniance and mood. I did not want to
look impolite by setting aside their
invitations and straight heading for Rashi's
room. Firstly I did not know which room
she occupied. As I later came to know her
room was at the very end of the corridor and
there was no way for me to travel that long
distance without being noticed by some one
or other whom I knew. It was becoming a
battle of wits. I did not want to go out of
my way in hot pursuit of a lady who so far
had shown no inclination to my advances
and at the same time I did not want my
friends to realize that I am not coming to see
them but coming to see Ranshi. My friends
who had been good to me were paying me
all the attention I needed and perhaps they
were paying attention to Rashi too. To that
extent there was an element of competition
with my friends. I found that Rashi was
becoming hard to get in so far as I was
concerned.

Time rolled by. In summer of '86 it was
very hot and I had gone to meet Dr
Narasimha who was the new head of the
department now. He too was good friend of
mine .It was past noon time and everyone
had gone for lunch including Dr
Narasimha(N). His room was open so I sat
here waiting for him to return. At least the
room was much cooler than the corridor.
Since I had come for specific work Rashi
was least on my mind at that time. I could not
believe my luck that day when Rashi walked
into the room looking for someone. That
was first day I got chance to talk to her on
one to one basis. She was wearing a green
coloured khadi Kurta with a yellow coloured
dupatta. She looked simply gorgeous. With
beaming face she greeted me and we ended
up talking so many things about ourselves.

I was so stumped by her beauty and God
sent chance that I did not ask much about
her. She put me in lot of comfort asking me
about life and times when I was a student.
She asked me about various females whom I
knew in the Division etc. I found her to be
extremely intelligent articulate and having a
great sense of humor.I was listening to
her with all the attention
she deserved in making and introduction
about herself. What an intelligent
introduction, I thought. In one go you tell
people what you are, and what you expect
out your friend. It was not a small talk. It
had lot of meaning to it. I felt proud to be in
her company. She was a friend to be had for
life I decided instantaneously.

Dr N was not to be
seen. I thanked him quietly for not being present
as I began enjoying Rashi's company his room. It was
extremely hot that day and I was feeling
hungry and thirsty at the same time. She had
come to get some application forwarded for
an overseas assignment. I saw her
application and gathered that she is quite
ambitious and independent. Despite having a
small son she was interested in going
overseas and doing a 9-month assignment.
The application revealed many other things,
She was to be 24 in August and she looked
a perfect Virgo. Her age disappointed
me a bit, as I was to be 40 the same year in
November and for a moment I thought
myself that I am chasing a dream. I asked
her if there was any canteen where I can get
some food?

She escorted me to a makeshift canteen at
the rear of the Department. There was no
one there except for the shopkeeper. He too
announced there all the food has been
sold out and he was left with only a few Laddoos.
I normally do not eat that kind of Laddoos,
but with the hunger and in company of the
equally sweet lady
I had two laddoos and offered her one. I saw
for the first time that she has a good figure
too and a very robust body. When time
came for payment, she did not allow me to
pay .I was forcing myself to pay when she
sternly told the shopkeeper that I was her
guest and he must not accept money from
me. She paid for the laddoos. It was after a
long time that a female was paying for the
food I had. That gave me the much needed
opportunity for me to tell her that one day
she must give me a chance to reciprocate
and let me buy her a lunch. An innocent
lunch invitation was to open my gateway to her.

I visited the division so many times
thereafter and accosted her at different
places in the Division, I would talk business
and general things in presence of others . I
would look around and see if we were
away form earshot of others , I would then
renew my invitation for lunch. She would
just avoid that conversation on invitation
for lunch , and lately as if to brush me off ,
she started asking me to visit her in her
house which comprised of her family,her
father-in-law and her husbands brothers and
sisters, like any other joint family
in India . I realized she had perhaps understood
my intentions and she was now avoiding me.

Nothing serious happened that year; I could
not make any serious advance. I did not
want to rock the boat too much, as she did
not sound willing. I was getting fed-up with
myself for not having made
any progress. It was approaching Christmas
and that is when I made my first serious
attempt on her. I selected a beautiful New
Year card and posted it to her with a note
that she must not refuse my invitation to
lunch in 1st of Jan 1987. I wrote that I will
pick her up from the Division in the
morning.

I picked up all my guts & courage to go to
the Division, . As I entered the corridor she
was walking down from the other side. I
thought she was waiting for me to come and
pick her up as I had suggested. Next
moment we were together faces to face one
to one. There was someone walking down
the corridor but still looked far away from
us. I wished her a happy New Year. She too
wished me, and I could make out it was not
so warm reciprocation I had expected
considering our lunch appointment. In fact
she was cold. She pretended not to have
received any New Year card from me.
Before I could proceed further she excused
herself and walked past me on to meet
another person. I felt so humiliated. So
frustrated. All my mental plan to take her
out for a treat was dashed. In frustration I
came back home. I was so angry with
myself.

I knew that I had blown it. I knew that I had
lost all respect she may have for me by now.
I knew that she would never talk to me
again. I just cursed myself for having taken
such a bold initiative of inviting her for
lunch. I was mentally afraid that she might
tell this to her colleagues, and I will become a
center of redicule in eyes of my own
colleagues. The result was that I drastically
cut down my vists to the Division ,as if I had
been caught stealing.

Such a thing had never happened to me.
Before my marriage I had relationships with
girls. In fact I had problem of plenty. While
in college and even later it was me who was
always on the top .Some times I was in deep
shit as I did not know how to handle two
women at the same time . Krishna whom I
met when I was barely 18, (and absolute
Anari when I think today) was competing
against her own cousin Sulekha. Though I
loved her but being an idealistic person I
never got beyond touching her hand. In
contrast Mahindra , who almost took my
virginity away was an experienced bitch .
Once on a Diwali day she invited me to her
house and in back of her mother gave a
mouth to mouth kiss ( yyaaks it was so
repelling some body putting her tongue in
your mouth) in fact my Meiden kiss. She
had a scooter (a great thing to have in Delhi
in 60's) and took me for a ride to many
places near and far. At times I avoided her
just because I did not like the idea of riding
a scooter driven by a girl. Those days it was
very unusual and people looked at us with
great curiosity. But she came from a rich
family background and she used to pay all
the restaurant bills. So for fun it was sort of
OK.

She would often take me to India gate
lawns and try to get close. Looking back
now I feel she was desperate on me .She
would take initiative by touching me and
rubbing her body against me or leaning
against me. She was not doing anything
new. You can see that happening today in
part of the world. . One day he shocked me
by wrapping hands on her shoulders and
pulling it, innocently to graze her on her
breasts. For a moment I thought it had
happened accidentally and began to free my
wrists from her grip. But she had other
designs .She held my wrist and pulled it
further down with force. Next moment my
palm was on her breasts. That was my first
touch of a female breast. No mean
achievement I did not have to do much.
Every thing was presented to me on a
platter. Kneading of her breasts soon
became a routine.

I still remember one instance when I just
tried to feel between her thighs at India gate
lawns and she guided my probing fingers to
the love hole. It was a different thing that we
got caught by a policeman and had to bribe
in order to go home instead of police station
for indecent behaviour
in public palce. She paid even the bribe. I
broke off her because she did not have
brains or the body to keep me for long.
There were others in University going
around me I had more interest in them than
in Mahindra. Now I know, if I wanted I
could have fucked her easily.

My subsequent quests with ladies were
equally rewarding and on equal term.
Ranjita was a fox. I knew she wanted every
thing including a screw but would pretend a
lot before giving up. We spent lot of time
together necking and petting in which she
was more than an equal partner. For more
than a year when our relationship began, we
were just chatting, talking . She was very
found of Chhat-Pakora stuff and almost
every alternate day we used to go to a
halwai shop and eat. She used to pay the
bills.We never had accees to any privacy
where we could get physically close.
It was her idea to introduce me to her
friend Vandana who needed tuitions.
Vandana knew of our relationship and she
played host to many of our escapades.
Vandana's house used to be empty during
daytime and it was tuition time for me.
Ranjita will drop by and then Vandana will
stand guard while we played little game. For
a month when Vandan's father went to
Calcutta with her younger brother, we had
hell of time. We would to get aroused to an
extent that everything was possible but
Vandan'a presence made the progress
impossible. We knew that Vandana in pre-
text of guarding us was having a peep show.
Therefore we had to stay within limits of our
advances in nearly fully clothed condition.
At that time we did not have the resources to
go out and do things our way. Once an
outing was planned but failed miserably
because my friends got a wind of it and
wanted to give us company.

Most interesting episode however happened
with Vandana herself. One day Ranjita did
not turn up and
Vandana started probing me about my
physicals with Ranjita. Firstly I was
surprised at her boldness but then I soon
realized what she was asking for. While it
took me more than a year to get physically
close to Ranjita, it took me just 5 minutes to
get there with Vandana. This what happens
when you get the opportunity? Vandana was
extremely responsive to my advances and
but for a minor misfortune I would have got
first fuck of my life. But it was me again
who blew it up. Strangely enough that day
onwards Vandana stopped tutions. Nor did she
respond to my further advances. Soon Ranjita
got the message that I was not interested in
marrying her and she quickly jumped to
another friend of mine.

My penetrative sex department took off with
my wife. It was an arranged marriage and after
we got to know each other and we really started
to enjoyed our relationship. I never sort of
looked or hunted for sexual opportunity barring those
commercial types, which you get in massage
parlors of Bangkok, Indonesia, Malaysia etc.
My sex life had come to stabilize and I
stopped being an young boys chasing girls till
this Rashi girl put me on fire again.
And this time I realized
I was on the receiving end. I was chasing for
the first time, not being chased.

Nothing interesting happened in the
meanwhile. Once while going to the office I
saw her with her sister-in-law walking
towards to catch a bus. I offered them a lift. But to
my disappointment Rashi chose to sit at the
back and also was first one to get down
leaving very little to talk about but for the
formal hi hello.

Once or twice I ran into her and to make
the things light I offered to buy her a lunch
again. I thought by my repeating the
requests she will think that my earlier
written invitation was a joke. Once in 1987
Nov I ran into her in a cultural function. And
what a mess she was in . She had cut her
hair short ( Eeeks) and she was about 6/7
months pregnant. It gave me chance to tell
myself that she is on the family way. No
longer available and out of shape already.

Once more I bumped into her in a school
function, where we had gone with my son
& Rashi and her husband with theirs. I was
afraid that she might refuse to recognize me
or may have just told the husband that this
was the guy that has been inviting me for
lunch. I was with my wife and kids. We
met, got us introduced and parted. I heaved a
sigh of relief when it went off well.

By the year 1989 I had cooled down
considerably about her. It was not that I had
forgotten her. She was very much in mind
but I had not anticipated the sudden
coldness in her behavior towards me.
Besides she was having a baby and she was
no longer available. I could not find her in
the office as most of the time she was on
leave to look after the little baby.

It was last week of October and I happened
to go to the Division early in the morning
for some work. There she was, radiant
smiling and looking sexy as ever. The
childbirth fat was there but she was only
significantly heavier than I had seen her
before. She was wearing a sari and I she
wished me warmly as I bumped into her in
the corridor. After exchanging formal
pleasantries I asked her about the baby etc
and as if to make it a routine affair I
jocularly asked as too when would she
accept my lunch invitation? By this item I
had not known the reason of her cool
behavior towards me. I could guess that she
was in process of getting out of the office.
She was going to the Register Office, which
was about One Km away, and I offered her a
lift. She agreed to come with me.

As she sat down in the car I thanked my
stars. The thing which I had hoped for had
finally happened.
She and me alone in my car. But I quickly
realized that the drive was just one Km. I
drove as slowly as could, without raising
suspicion in her. I told myself, Vicky this is
your last chance. After a minute she would
be gone and the story will remain here
where it had been still for 4 years.

While I driving I was engaging her in some
mild conversation at the same time my mind
was working fast to find a way to get a
date from her. My heart almost stopped beating
when I decided to have a go.
I looked at her with corner of eyes and asked
her as to when she would accept my lunch
invitation.

This time I was more serious and wanted her
to think and let me have a reply in some
time frame. She was sitting quietly by now,
stirred in her seat, perhaps feeling
uncomfortable with my persistence and
covered herself with the loose Pallu so as to
cover her body completely in the Sari. I had
already reached Registrar office, I stopped the
car and as she was about to get down
without giving me a definite answer
I unilaterally put a date of Saturday and I
said that if I do not hear from her within a
week's time I will call her and she will have
to give a date, I told her that it was an
innocent lunch invitation and I was merely,
receiprocating for the laddoos she bought
me once .With that I thrust my name
card in her hand. Only promise I could extract
was that she would call me by coming
Saturday. I remember having a deadline
fixed for 11 AM or so. She got down and I
drove off to work. I was not sure it would
work. But I had to take chances.

I made first entry in diary, Call Rrashi on
Saturday. I was in office on Saturday
morning. No call came, I had somehow was
reconciled to fact that this lady won't give
me any chance at her own. I kept thinking
for an hour or so. I was in dilemma whether
my call will distance her further form me or
give an opportunity to date her? Logic said
"call her !there is nothing to loose". It was
noontime already. I had given one hour
more so I had every right to call her. So
placed a call. When someone picked up; I
suddenly went blank. I asked "call Mrs.. ..
And fumbled for the correct name" I had
forgotten her name in the excitement. The
person on the other end asked if I meant
Mrs. Rahsi? "Yes yes I said " I said and
kept holding the phone. Every second that
there was no response I kept my fingers
crossed. Suddenly I realized that I was
praying for her to come and talk to me. And
finally a female "hello" was heard. The
telephone line was also not cooperating and
I did want to shout at top of my voice as I
was in my office, which did not have
excellent sound proofing system.

After I identified myself and mildly
complained that she did not call within the
allotted time I had been forced to make this
call. After some uncertain noise she told me
that she would call me in the afternoon?
Promise? I asked? She said yes. Do you
have my number? And without waiting for
the reply I started
telling her 2/3 numbers I had in my office.
She cut me short and said that she has my
card and she will call me. She put down the
phone. My head was spinning, Was she
avoiding me? Will she call me?
These questions kept coming in my mind. I
was not sure. It was like my lunch invitation.
Which never materialized.

I once again found myself cursing for some
indiscreet action. I was questioning the
necessity of such persistence. My head told
me that I loose whatever little respect I had
from her. Heart told me that
there was nothing to loose- unless I took
chance nothing will happen. I had to gamble
the honor. I think at that time I heard my
heart more than my mind.

I got busy in work. I had completely
forgotten that I was expecting a call. And
the call came. It was she who was on the
line. My heart leapt out of my chest when
she told me that she was Rashi on the other
end.She was talking in very hushed tone barely
audible. I pressed my phone to my ears and
asked where was she calling from? She said
from her house. Is there no one around? No,
they are all sleeping. Wow ! I thought she is
stealing a call. Her voice was trembling.
My blood pressure shot up as if my
eyes will pop out of the socket... This was
her first call to me on one to one basis. And
we were talking more or less on the e same
tone. Tone of a thief. One thief talking to
another thief . For next half-hour that we
spent on line she kept telling me that as
much she wanted to meet me but she cannot
do that as she is already married and she has
a big family. She is well known in locality
and what people will think if they see me
with her. From all this talk it was apparent
that she did want to meet me but for several
reasons etc she cannot do that .It was a big
prospect for me and my heart was thumping.
One thing was sure. I was now on her
agenda. Lunch, she knew was a pretext and I
wanted to get close to her. She had
understood this. But she was on horns of
dilemma, as she did not know where to go
from here. Her heart seemed driving her to
me but mind was still in control, and that
control seems to be giving way as our talks
progressed. Her protestations for not
meeting for lunch were becoming less and
less as the talk progressed.

The uncertainty
with which she was talking to me clearly
showed confusion and turmoil going in her
head at that time. I realized that she too was
keen to meet me but some kind of
introspection and may be suspicion still
remained in her mind. She sounded terribly
confused. May be morality vs. curiosity was
beginning to affect her decision-making. She
wanted to justify herself that there was no harm
in meeting me. My heart had won over the
head and now I realised that I was on the
right course. It also became increasingly
clear that she was hesitant because she did
trust me yet. It was nor difficult to
me that to judge that she had decided to accept
me and now her pleadings represented
her last bit of mental resistance.
She was making lame excuses to avoid me
and I was trying to convince her that there is
nothing wrong in my asking her out for the
lunch. I made it clear to her that it was a very
casual invitation and she should not treat
this as an extra ordinary event. I reminded
her that we were not kids and I was taking
full responsibility for extending the
invitation. It was cold and butI was sweating
under excitement while talking to her on phone.

She promised to call me later and before
hung up I asked her as to when and where I
should call her? She said she will call me,
and it would be around same time i.e.
between 3 and 4 PM .Ok I said, but do call
me. She said yes. So it was Yes finally.

After the phone call a new kind of elation
gripped me. It appeared that the 4 years of
patience has finally paid off. Though she
had not mentioned as to when she will
accept my invitation or when she will call
me I knew that a decision has already been
taken by her to come by my side and she
was just trying to probe how serious I was
about her. I had got the message. Her
message was very clear. Her heart had won.
I realized that I had arrived somewhere

And she did call me again after 2 days. This
time her voice was more definite. We talked
about office. Who all live with her? When
she told me that she was talking on a
cordless phone I cautioned her that I hope no
body eves dropped on her call. She said that
she calls only when she is confident that no
body was around. I pressured a little more
for the date but she was still avoiding. I did
not press her for an immediate answer
knowing that this might backfire as she had
told me that as soon as she was finds a
convenient time she will give me a date. We
kept chatting for a while and our talks were
becoming more informal. Suddenly in a low
pitch hushed voice she announced that it
appears somebody had come and she is
keeping down the phone. Without waiting to
hear from me she cut off the line. For a
moment my heart sank and I started praying
to God that she should not caught. She
called back next very minute saying that it
was all clear now and her father in law had
got up to go to toilet etc. That made me
think that I was really getting close to her as
she was making calls to me as clandestinely
as I had been in approaching her.
So we were Chor chor Mauesere Bhai.(thieves are
brothers too) I knew I was in as much
control over events now as she was.

As if to test my confidence level in her, I
asked her for her residence phone number
for just in case like situations. To my
pleasant surprise she gave me the number
without any hesitation.
I knew that her confidence in me was slowly
building up, She promised to call me next day
and she hung up.

My whole attitude to life had changed ever
since Rashi started calling me. It was not
that she had made any promise or I had any
kind of crush on her but to get close to
someone whom you had desired so long
gave me a lot of satisfaction. My own
confidence level had taken a beating since I
went into my own business, began to grow. It helped me
regain my confidence level in work. I
became more positive and adventurous in
business as well. Though I was yet to get
my first date with her, I was now lot more
positive about the whole relationship. There
was always a feeling of expectancy and I
knew that it was going to happen any day
now.

So next day when she called I mildly
reminded that she is yet to give me a date. In
order that she decides faster I told her that
since my birthday was on 7th Nov she must
oblige me that day. She thought for a while
as if she was doing lot of calculation and
gave me a date .I got that date I was longing
for. With Rahsi 11 am at University gate on
7th. Though my birthday had passed, in
order to get her around I had to lie on about
my birthday. I had had to cut short as I had
already lost 4 years.

After the date was fixed my heart was filled
with joy. I was behaving like a 16-year-old
boy. What should I wear? What will she eat?
Where do we go? These questions haunted
me. I had also come to realize that I have to
instill confidence in her to win her
friendship. I was not sure where to take her.
I was a known person in that area and being
seen her I would be quickly noticed. At the
same I was not sure what she expected out
of me. It had to be a decent and quite place
where we can sit and talk. I paid visits to
some famous restaurants I had read about or
gone there in past. I found them either too
crowded or shady if quiet. I chose a place
about 20 minutes drive from University.

Dressed casually in a shirt, I pulled up 5
minutes before 11 am ,facing the direction
where I had planned to take her. I found her
waiting on the other side of the road and
waiving at me to take a U turn and come to
her. I had no choice. As she came into the
car I asked where do we go? I must admit I
was quite nervous in my first date with her.
She was wearing a pink colored Sari and
was looking gorgeous as ever. But I was so
nervous that I hardly looked at her . I
suggested to her that I had seen a place
which is quite and decent. I was cut
short as she announced " No ! we will go to..."
as she waived me to drive off. She took me
to a family restaurant, which was close by
the Campus. Since it was her choice of the
restaurant, I did not protest about it. After all
it was our first outing with her. She looked
tensed up too. She was hardly smiling or
giving me any chance to talk.

Once in a quiter corner of the restaurant, I
ordered some snacks and cold drinks.
We stared talking about ourselves. About
her husband whose name took after the
name of a famous aviator of India ;she had
two kids a son and a daughter. Her husband
was and Engineer and who worked in shifts.
She was living in a joint family etc etc this
went in for a while. I was beginning to see
her form close quarters and enjoy her sight,
which so far I had the fortune of seeing only
from a distance. There was nothing romantic
about this meeting, and I was getting around
to bring her to talk about romance etc.

And then suddenly something happened.
She got charged and changed her tone to a
harsher note. And then she really took over the
proceedings out of my hands. She started
lecturing me like a School Teacher for having
violated the discipline of the school. She
reprimanded me for having invited her. It is
not good for her, or for her honor and all
that bullshit. It was not expected. Her
actions today totally belied the hushed tone
in which she used to talk on phone. She
spoke as if she had rehearsed the lines at
home before coming. I was crest-fallen. She
put me in a dump. I did not know how to get
out of this.Imagine being in a boxing ring
when you get blows after blows from you
opponent. She knocked out my super mood
in just one inute. She at one point reminded
me that she was mother of two and it was not
proper to ask her out for a date.

This was enough .I decided to fire back. I
did not want her to go back with an
impression that I was lusting for her.
Gaining my composure I replied that I was
on even terms with two kids much bigger
than her's , and I did not feel anything
bad asking for a date. I realized that I must
defend my decision to call her for lunch and
instill confidence in her. I argued that like
her, I too loved my family and the idea in building
a friendship with her did not mean that I
was going to neglect my family nor did I
expect her to do that. I told her that I was no
Dahramndra and she was no Hema Malini.
This plea seem to have worked as she kept
quite for a while. I further added that the all our
lives we are dedicated to our family, office,
hsuband / wife. But what is my or her own
life?, Do we not have a right to live at least
few moments which we can be our own?
Can we not spend some time away from
the routine ? Can we not spend at least few
hours doing our own things at least once in
two months? These questions seemed to
have some sobering effect from her and I sensed
her aggression was gradually melting.

From her talk I also sensed that she was
lacking basic confidence in me. To a
married lady in Indian situation I knew what
it meant. To assuage her feelings I also
impressed upon her that I was not a push
over or play boy. I really cared for her and I will
do everything to save her honor .What
takes place between the two of us will
remain a secret between the two of us , I assured.

On your very first date with a lady for
whom who have longed for long 4 years ,this
not what you expect to happen. After one
hour of our first date I was tired, though
she looked relaxed towards the end. She
still sounded very unrelenting and
uncompromising. I had to fight with her
even to pay the bill which she wanted to split. As
we walked out, I thought I had blown it once
more. She was not my cup of tea I thought.

As if to add insult to the injury another incidence
happened. As we got out of the restaurant
walking toward my car, a sweet looking girl
in school Uniform caught hold of Rashi
loudly shouting "Hi Didi" . Rashi stopped
to talk to her for a while and came back to
my car. She is damn right I told myself,
everyone seems to know her in town.

Rashi sat down in the car and before I put
the ignition, she wished me happy birthday
and took out a After-Shave Cologne from her
purse and handed me over as a gift. Now I was
flabbergasted at her behavior once more.
She smiled for the first time as I expressed
my gratitude to her for the small gift she
remembered to bring. I was filled with joy
once again.(I still hold that aftercare lotion
as a momento)I dropped Rashi back in the
University.

As I drove back, I started evaluating the
progress after the first date, I thought it
was a total disaster. I did not know where I
stood in her eyes. Has she accepted me?
Mind said No! My heart was still positive.
I was too unhappy with myself. I felt hurt. I
felt rejected. I felt unwanted by someone I
had longed for 4 years. My God! I lost 4
years chasing a dream a mirage? Mt heart
ached when the thought came in mind that
some one I had quietly started loving has
rejected me. Was I in love with her? I
questioned myself.

Later in the afternoon Rashi called me. She
thanked me for the tea etc and how
wonderful it was to meet me. Wonderful my
foot! Having rejected me having
reprimanded me of invitation how dare you
compliment me? I said to myself. I do not
know how I managed to keep my cool and I
thanked her for the small but wonderful
personal gift. She sounded bit apologetic
about what she had said this morning. Her
small talk however did not heal my broken
heart feeling. I did not encourage her to talk
more, which she wanted to. But I was in no
mood now to talk to her.

Time is the biggest healer perhaps did not
work in my case. Rashi was the healer. Now
she would call me almost daily. She was
now more chirlpy, sweet. Our talk got little
more personal such as what did you eat
today Or where would I be tomorrow, and at
what time should I call her etc. Now my
routine had also changed . I no longer took
appointments out side the office in the
afternoon. I badly wanted to tell her stories
about her sister in law and her affairs with
the head of the department. Etc etc. In next
5/6 days our rancor had ended and we were
talking to each other more freely than we did
before. Slowly my confidence level in her
satarted going up once more. I began to
think that I did not waste my 4 years after
all.

Our daily chat had become a routine and I
had become a part of her life. It did not take
long for me realise this .She now sounded
more enthusiastic and keen in talking to me.
One day I went out on some urgent business
and was not in office to receive her calls. In
order to maintain anonymity she would put
down the phone if any one else picked up
the phone. Next day she made a big fuss of
not telling her before hand that I would be
away., She described as to me how many
times she called and felt extremely frustrated
and missed talking to me. Missed talking to
me ? or "Missed me ?" I sensed her mood.
Sensing her discomfort I quickly asked , "
can we meet tomorrow?" She was silent for
a moment . She did not expect this question
from me. Perhaps it was very difficult for
her to jump to another date with me
considering what had happened last time.
At the same time she wanted to maintain her
disinterested posture in herself. Without
waiting for her answer I quickly and
unilaterally decided and conveyed " So let
us meet tomorrow at 11 am". " Ok" came a
swift answer and there a long silence again
as if her prayer has been granted. I knew
that I had taken the words out of her mouth .
She was as keen to meet me now as I had
been for last four years. End of 4-year
patient wait seemed closer now.
.

I picked her up sharp at 11. That day she
looked radiant and bright. There was no
tension on her face.
Her eyes were as expressive as I had seen
her on the first day. As I drove I found her
looking at my face trying to read my
happiness. I asked her if she wanted me to
take her to a particular place?
She looked at me with curious eyes
and said "any place " that I thought of? Her
confidence in me was beginning to show. It
was a long drive to a restuarnt in one
secluded part of the city. I had
selected this venue as our meeting place for
our first date but she had hijacked me to the
family restaurant where we had rather
uncomfortable first meeting.

During the drive she was more articulate and
indirectly apologized me for her earlier indiscretion
as she thought I was a jerk trying to find my
way to her. As we reached the Hotel's
coffee shop, we had talked for about half an hour.
We sat down and ordered a coffee or so.

Before coffee was served, I asked whether
we could order a beer. Normally I do not
drink that early, but I that day I was in a
special mood and a very special company.
Besides I guessed a dash of liquor always
added flavor to life. It lets people to open up a
bit more. She agreed to take beer without any
hesitation. I later learnt that she had been
taking beer and liquors ever since she started
dating her current husband We ordered two
bottles of beer. We kept chatting and sipping
beer I found her extremely charming and
intelligent. She was beginning to open up to
me.

From corner of my eyes I noticed some
unusual traffic in the coffee shop. That
scared me, as if I would be caught on very
first date. Besides I wanted to get close to
her which was not possible in a coffee shop.
I mustered all my courage and proposed if
we could take a room in the hotel instead of
drinking beer in the coffee shop. I reminded
her of her own fear of being seen, as she was
a well-known personality easily identifiable.
I also assured her of good behavior and said
that her safety and security were my prime
concerns. She looked at me for a moment
and asked me to do whatever I thought was
good for both of us. Till that moment I had
not realized that this woman trusted me so
much now. The pendulum had swung my
way now. I jumped at the opportunity and
went to the reception and booked a double room.

We could not wait to finish the beer at the
coffee shop. I realized she was equally keen
to go in privacy of the room. I asked the
waiters to bring our unfinished bottle in the
room itself. As we took the lift to the room I
carefully looked Rashi. She looked
ravishingly beautiful. You lucky fellow I
called myself, you have the woman in your room now?
What more do you want?

We came in the room. The waiter followed
us and kept the beer. I tipped him
generously and waited for him to leave. He
left. The door of the room was kept ajar as
we settled on the sofa face to face.
After a while I asked if I could close the
door? My heart was thumping with
expectations. What if she said no. Now
comes the real confidence test I thought. She
told me to close it without batting an eye lid.
After I had closed it, I stood near the door
and asked her if she wanted me to bolt the
room form from inside? I waited. She shook
her head as if I had asked a very supid
question and waived me to bolt it. I had
passed her confidence test. It is really the
happiest moment in a man's life if he has
won trust and faith of a woman. But this is a
double edged sword. If the woman has
placed confidence, your responsibility and
commitment to her also goes up
simultaneously and instantly. You feel
responsible for safety and security as if you
are a bank whom the client had given the
chastity for safe keeping , I felt burdened
too. I suddenly felt as if I was in heaven.
I could not have expected more form the God. A
beautiful woman whose beauty had stunned
me 4 years ago was sitting with me in a
hotel room alone? Wow?

I was also curious about her as how did she
change her mind about me and agreed to
come with me whereas only 10 days ago she
had given me lecture on morality. What she
told me startled me. She told me that she had
lot of respect for me from day one when we
met in a function in her office.Subsequently
too when I met her she was impressed with
me. But I blew it up by sending her that
invitation to lunch.
She was furious and felt cheap. That day
onwards she had been avoiding me. My
relative calm Over the years however made
her forget that incidence, and she started
believing that my lunch
invitation was a joke. On the first date too
she had come determined to tell me that if
want to be her good friend I should not be
asking her out for lunches etc, it was not
done thing in the Indian society and she was
a proud Indian woman. However my counter
arguments to her about living our own life a
break from routine etc appealed to her
and she had to do lot of introspection before
giving herself on project Vicky.

As her big talk ended my attention
immediately shifted to her physicals. I was
looking at her directly on her face on her
body. She was simply gorgeous. She was
5'1" tall. Her measurements must have been
36 28 37. A very well proportioned body.
Very inviting hips, broad and stout. Her
complexion was almost milky white.
Whatever body part was exposed out of the
attire was uniform milky white, spotless.
The area below her blouse and above the
sari did not show any sign of her having
borne two children no stretch marks, though
the sari was tied high enough to make any
firm guess. She was now sporting short hair,
which fell on her well-supported shoulders.
The hair was jet-black and thick. She had a
relatively big forehead on which she was
supporting a big a large sized bindi, which
filled, up the void between her
eyebrows and hair. Eyebrows were well
maintained..

Two eyes were the beauties. Big eyes
expressive and black. She used to move her
eyes very fast like small sparrows do, never
staying at one point. A small nose sported a
very small nosepin. Cheeks well-filled and
full of blood as if, in one small prick and the
blood would flow out of them. She looked
so delicate. I had never seen anything like
this in my life.

I was silently looking at her without taking
my eyes off her. This put little discomfort in
her and she asked why I was looking at her
like this? As if I was caught stealing, I
admitted that I was admiring her beauty.
She asked what is so unusual about her? As
if I was waiting for this question. I started
telling her all what I was seeing, her eyes,
her skin,her figure, everything. That may
have embarrassed her but I did not want to
hide anything from her. She wore very little
makeup. She needed no make-up because she
was naturally beautiful. Simply gorgeous.
I considered myself lucky.

I ordered some more beer and after the room
service I bolted the door once again .Now it
was beer's turn to do the magic. I went to
the toilet and came back and settled down at
the same place where I was sitting earlier.
Rashi was sitting right across me on the sofa
opposite and there was a central table
between the two sofas. To my left was a
double queen-size bed. After me Rashi
proceeded to the toilet . But when she
returned back, instead of going to the sofa
she headed for the bed. She looked lazy
and after sitting straight and talking for a
while she and reclined on the bed as if she
wanted to sleep. I think it was the beer
which was making her drowsy. As she
reclined her body on the bed her feet came
very close to my feet while I was sitting on
the sofa.

Now as she reclined, her sari slipped off her
breasts bringing her berates in my line of
sight. The sexual arousal in me was taking
place after seeing this beauty breath .She
was wearing a sandal. She had closed her eyes
and was not looking at me .I reckoned that
she would be more comfortable without her sandals. In
order to tell her that she could take her
sandals off I brushed my shoes to her
sandals. Just to wake her up. This was my
first body contact to her, alas through he
footwear. With touch of my feet she reclined
further on the bed exposing her breasts fully
to me. I suggested her to be more comfortable by
taking off her sandals. .

As she bent her feet upwards to take off her
sandals, the sari was lifted calf length
exposing the part of her feet which had
remained hidden so far. She took off the
sandals and reclined to the original position.
Her body was milky white from tip to the
calf. The bare portion of her body that I had
seen her has flawless complexion .Skin
looked smooth as silk. The sight of bare skin
excited me further. Her eyes under influence
of beer looked drowsy.

I mustard courage. I to got up and sat next to
her on the bed. I made sure I was not
touching her. She was sporting hair that
covered her face. I could not see her face.
As she was looking towards the pillow.
I just wanted to see her face. In order to do
that I had to remove her hair from her face.
With my left hand I set aside her hairs from
her face and placed them on the neck
exposing her right cheek .In process my left
hand and touched the shoulders and gently
caressed the back of her neck and asked her
" kya hua"?( what happened).
The mere touch of my fingers to
her bare skin on the neck which I later
discovered as the most erozonous portion
ofher body sent some sensation in her
body. Unmindful of this I kept caressing her
bare neck . She did not mind my touch .
Then my hand proceeded to caress exposed
cheeks .Soon I saw her moaning in
pleasure. Little did I realise that my touch
had begun to arouse her. Emboldened further
I planted a kiss on her bare arm next
to me and later on her
right cheek when she turned her head to
look toward me. No protest , No dirty looks.
She seem to enjoy my attention. I slowly
lowered my self on her reclining body and
made several gentle kisses I areas that she
made available to me i.e. arms, cheek,
shoulders and back of her neck which were
driving her crazy.

A beginning had been made. I planted
several kisses on back of her neck. Every
time I would kiss her on that spot there her
entire body would go into some kind of
gyration and she made very sexy noises
associated with female orgasm and estacy I
had known this. And I was not making
mistakes.. Both Hema Malini and
Dharmandra were experienced people when
they got together. I think here too our
experience played a major role. I knew she
was aroused. Ever heard those heavy
breathing and the noise which you make
when you eat chillies?, She was making
those noises. I had my King eager to salute
her. I kept him chained under the zip as I
suspected she could make out. She was fully
aroused in ten minutes our body
contact.

One funny thing happened. The moment I
touched her bare body, it reminded me of
my cousin sister Keso. We always teased
Keso that her body was made of brick. Hard
and strong. When I touched Rashi's arms
and gave a gentle squeeze, I realised I was
touching a body as bricky as Kesos , She
too, like Rshi was short and her body was
as solid as bricks. I told Rasi that her body
was equally solid and were made of bricks. I
do not think it was complimentary , but
that is what I told Rashi, as by this time we
had reached a new level of informality . A
new bond had been created . I also took the
opportunity to touch her bare arms ,
shoulders and admired her body. She was
firm all over. I really wanted to touch her
breasts but curbed me temptation to do so.

As I began to touch her body she must have
felt that her Silk sari was getting crushed.
She had applied pins to the Sari before
coming to meet me ,an usual practice of
wearing Saris. She got up and took off those
pins and kept them on the dressing table
before heading for the bathroom once again.
I knew why she headed for the toilet this
time. I am sure she was, wet all over. After
her voyage to the toilet she came to the bed
and she laid herself on her back , lying
down fully on the bed. I sat on the bed
besides her and asked her if she was OK.
She did not reply. She was not OK and that
moment I knew what she wanted. But I
pretended not to know her requirements . I
never liked forcing my self into sex with
her. I wanted her to tell me what she wanted
and only then I will proceed further. She
was making all gestures towards it , but
outwardly she pretended that she was not
yet ready for the grand action.

She was aroused and her eyes were half
shut half open. From her half closed eyes she was
looking at me . Her eyes invited me further.
I bent down took her face in my palm and
planted kiss on her cheeks close to the lips .
That sent her in dizzy. I was close to
kissing her on lips but waited next
invitation to come from her. As she kept
looking at me, I kept her kissing on the
cheeks, foreheads and arms and eyes. She
was responding to my every kiss, every
touch with, Ooh ,hai Cee Cee etc etc. The
moment I would stop kissing her or
touching her she will raise her head off the
bed and kissed me on my cheeks. As if she
was telling me not to stop. It was not an
unilateral expression of romance. I was
enjoying her proximity and she too was
enjoying my every touch ,every kiss. I could
not have imagined a better treat from a
woman like Rashi Now that her saree was
free from the pins. it slid away from the
blouse. The breasts lay exposed to me inches
below my nose. They were just the perfect
pairs of breasts I had ever seen. Full,
perhaps 36" and looked very firm I felt like
touching then. Kneading them. I wondered if
her body was so firm how firm the breasts
would be? In fact one or two time while
touching and kissing my wrists did brush
against her firm breasts.

Having gone this far I thought of taking one
more steps or two more steps. First I wanted
to kiss her on lips and perhaps give her a
real tong. I was itching for it and perhaps
she too wanted this. And possibly my next
targets were the breasts. She was shaking in
esatascy of our first meeting and I was also
wanting to proceed to the next step. After all,
this was not a mean achievement. It had
come after a long wait of four years.

We were touching kissing for nearly an hour
now. I wanted her to surrender. But she
wanted me to take the initiative and get her.
She started teasing me now. I too decided
that I would not go ahead unless told so by
her. To go to next step as I was nudging her
for a kiss on the lips. I would kiss her on
back of her neck and keep giving small
kisses in continuos movement till came
up to her cheeks, and brushing my lips
further without leaving her facial skin,
I brought my lips close to her closed lips. She
smiled and then in one swift
move she turned her face away at
the very last moment as my lips were about
to make contact with her lips .As she did that,
her neck was in front of my lips and
again. Repeating the movement of my lips
I started kissing her neck and
back to the cheeks and toward lips, and then
she turned away once more. She did this 3/4
times. The moment my lips were a
centimeter or so away from her lips she
would turn her head away from me. She was
sending me a confusing message. If I wanted
I could have held her head firm and planted
a deep kiss of her lips. Was he telling me
going get it? Or was she telling me ' not
now' darling?

This cat and mouse game continued. A full
kiss on her lips was not materializing. This
game was being played in near sleeping
position. While she was fully prostrate lying
on her back, I was on half laying half-
reclining position. Lying by her side, one
my side of my body was in full contact with
hers body. Her thighs were brushing my
genital area. Occasionally I would put my
right foot over her lower body and I could
feel the firmness of her thighs, calf etc. She
made no attempt to push me away. In fact
she was breathing hard and to my kissed she
was making all kind of sexy noises which
signalled demand for penetrative sex. Should
I go ahead? I was confused. At that
moment I decided that I would not to do any
thing against her well expressed desire or
wishes. I also mentally resolved that I will
drive her crazy to the extent that she will
beg for sex with me one day. She has made
me wait for years. Now it was for her to
make up for the wasted 4 years.

As I my game " target kiss on the lips "
was continuing and becoming boring like a
drawn cricket match, she sensed that I was
not going to force myself. Perhaps she too
thought thet it was too soon to seek sex from
me. Females do not ask for sex, I knew this.
Else what would men think about them ?
A cheap slut? I had known the female psychology
of saying "no" when they mean "yes". I knew that
Rashi was no different. I also resolved not to
pose as a sex hungry hound and refrained from
forcing a kiss on her lips.

Suddenly she gained her
composure pushing me aside and sat down
on the bed. She ordered me me to sit away
from her on the sofa. She looked out of the
widow to taxis standing outside the hotel
and warned ,with mischief in her eyes and
open smile on her face that if I did not
behave she will take a taxi and go home. It
was an empty threat, I knew. This was
typical character of Rashi, I was beginning
to discover. Hot one moment , cold the next
minute. As commanded I sat separately but I
kept on Ogling at her from a distance with
my lecherous eyes. It was difficult for me to
stay away from her now. She saw that lust
in my eyes. In fact she too wanted my
proximity. She too wanted to sit close to
me. But somehow she had come out of that
vicious circle of lust in which you want to
break all barriers. Looking at me she told
me " please do not look at me like that". I do
not know how she managed to speak these
words out of her mouth when her eyes were
begging me to come and hold her. Her
whole body which I was touching a moment
earlier was craving for my touch. A kind of
beer mixed arousal had driven both of us
crazy.

I had to stay away from her as demanded . I
had promised that before we entered the
room. I had to be a good ,I did not want her
to feel that my promises were empty and
and actions divergent from promises. After all with
seeds of love already sown , she was my
woman who needed my protection, my
security . How could I violate her? So I
stayed away from her. I could not imagine
that this was the same woman who was so
strict to me and had given me liberal lecture
on morality, just few days ago,

Now that we had become informal she
made no attempts keep the sari in place,
without pins it was slipping from all places
and all the while I was being given a grand
uninterrupted view of the full body. Or was
she deliberately trying to entice me? She did
not make any pretense of hiding them from
my view. Perhaps she must be thinking why
hide from him?

We ordered food. We had lunch. After lunch
the effect of beer had subsided and both of
us had sobered by now. But a progress had
been made. All the while irrespective whether
we were eating of sitting I was holding her.
But never did I cross the decency though the
temptation was just too much. I never kissed
her on lips.

During and after lunch I kept kissing her and
she kissed me back. Several times I brought my
mouth face to face with her. But she would
turn her lips away and would push her
cheeks to me to kiss there. Similarly I never
touched her breasts. Our lovemaking was
limited to kissing and touching of hand,
neck. We ended up having light
necking and petting. She looked comfortable
doing that, and I too did not want to cross
those limits. In fact I never held her body
against mine in full embrace at any point of
time.

But many barriers between us were broken by now.
Soon we realized it was evening and time to
go back home.

As she was getting reedy to go she started
putting her pins back one by one. One pin
however she dropped in the rear of the
blouse somewhere. She came up to me and
asked me to look for it.

This was a real test of
patience for any man. She stood before
me, and I put my hand under the blouse. I
was touching her entire back fishing for the
small pin. My bare hands against her bare
skin at the back. As I was doing this I was
breathing down her neck and posted few
quick kisses on back of her neck. From top
of her shoulder I was looking at her firm
breasts encased in the bra. For a moment I
felt like sliding my hand in front of her
blouse too. I knew she would not have
objected to it. I just admired her great body.
I did not make any attempt to touch or
even brush the breasts. I put my hand deep
into her blouse to locate the pin and before
giving it back to her, I deliberately caressed
her bare back pretended to open her bra
strap at the back.
She smiled at me and without saying
anything, turned back to face me, and pulled
me down and planted a couple of deep kisses
on my cheeks.

As we were to part, I stood near the dressing
table and waived he to come near me. As
she walked up I held her both hands and
pulled her near me. As she came closer. I
put both of my hands around her shoulders
, and pulled her body close to me. She
sailed into my embrace. A light embrace. I
did not try a hug. First time I was holding
her close . Her breasts were poking into my
chests. My groin was in close contact with
her front. Thank god I did not have erection
then, as it was pure love which was flowing
out of my body. She was short and measured
up to my chin .I kissed her lightly on her
cheeks and brought my mouth to face her
lips once again, as if I wanted a kiss on her
lips as a parting gift. Before I could do that
she pulled her face and top portion of her
body way from me ,trying to break away from my
light embrace. She just refused to give me a
kiss on her lips that I had
been longing for . I kept looking at her and
silently gesturing her with my face and head
and she kept shaking her head saying NO.
Finally I stopped my gestures and eased my
hands letting her go . Free from my grip at
her own she brought back her face to me
and allowed her to be kissed on cheeks once
again.

I kissed her on cheeks and followed it up
with a kiss on her forehead , as I used to
kiss my daughter . My this action
surprised her a bit She looked back at me
with some disbelief .By then I had removed
my hands and we were standing separately
ready to leave, . Suddenly in one swift
action she came forward ,put her one arm
on my back for support , lifted herself on
her toes to reach me and planted a sweet kiss
on cheeks saying good bye. This was an
unique reward The wait for 4 years looked
worth.

Later while driving home I lightly
apologized for what had happened. I told her
that what happened in the closed room was not
what I had in mind for the date. I also said
that I was no saint and it was difficult for
me to overcome the temptation of getting
close to her as she was so beautiful. I was
wanted her to know that I cared for her and
sexual advances which had come about were
not planned . She kept smiling while looking
at me not saying a word whether I had done
any thing wrong or right. When I dropped
her I felt good but slightly guilty.

As we parted company for the day, I
realised that we had more than made up for
our indifference of 4 years in one day, I
knew she longed for me and I knew I longed
for her. This was much more important than
anything else.

During this meeting when we were not
muscling around we talked about a lot of
things. We talked about our families, the
kind of work, and ourselves we were doing,
our problem and prospects. During these
discussions I found her very expressive,
articulate and intelligent. She caught on to
my points instinctively.
If I look back our life 10 years ago it seems
like yesterday. Today Rashi can make out as
what I am thinking. Before I say a word she,
replies to questions which I am yet to ask.
This understanding did not develop
overnight. I found her to be intelligent
person who can think of future. She had a
vision and
She had own dreams and fantasies. She was
down to earth, practical and honest to the
core. She was very truthful but she was
secretive at the same time. Secrets , cheap
gossips never came out of her mouth unless
she was sure as to whom she is sharing
these secrets with.

Discovery of Rashi as a sensuous person
shook me out of my stupor. She filled my
life with colour. The sex department which I
had closed down was reopened, and a fresh
coat of paint applied. There was lot of
expectation built into me in weeks and
months to come. I knew , what was going to
happen next. I was mentally preparing
myself for the final act. I think Rashi also
knew the obvious.

After this day I was beaming with
confidence. My attitude to life had changed.
It brought about significant changes in how
dressed, how I talked and how I behaved
with others. She had changed me in one
clean sweep.

She stated calling me regularly now, often at
times 2 / 3 times in a day. I used to wait for
her calls too; a new kind of bond was
developing between the two of us. In our
second date we had covered a lot. But both
of us had realized that we are yet to
cover a lot more.

At times one becomes victim of his own
deeds. Same thing seemed to have happened
to me. When I had met Rashi on the first
date, and when she was uncooperative
enough , in order to allay her fears I had
mentioned to her that our meetings are
going to be limited to once in a month or
once in two months. I had not visualized that
the matters will progress so fast. It looked as
if we were trying make up for the lost 4
years. Every thing now was on fast forward
mode. I wanted to meet her again .
One the other hand was my liberal
promise of limiting the meetings to once in a
month only. I felt that I had became captive of
my own statement. My pledge to meet
once in a month or once in two months became
a big drawback.
Going by this logic., our Nov quota was
already oversubscribed by 100% But I was
itching for another date. In her calls to me,
which were more frequent now, I sensed
same impatience and urgency in her too, but she
was smart enough not to even mention
about next meeting. As the days or hours
went by it was becoming increasingly
clear that she too was keen for another date.
But who will bell the cat first?

I had to go away on an overseas trip for
10/12 days. I was merely planning to go but
the dates were not fixed. I decided to trick her.
One day while talking to her on phone I
mentioned casually that I would
be gone for 20/25 days or so. For a moment
she was stunned to hear that .An anxiety
gripped her. She started complaining that
she may not be able to talk to her for so
many days. She sounded depressed .Mere
mention of this had a moving effect on her.
Sensing her discomfort I quickly proposed
another meeting with her. She agreed
almost instantaneously for another date.
The date was fixed or the 27th Nov. The
meeting venue and timings were changed to
allow us little more time. Instead of 11 we
were to meet at 8.30 in the morning,

After the date had been fixed , I started
thinking what I am going to do next. How
far we are going to go this time?
I was not keen for a full fledged penetrative
sex though as a Man I was ever ready. My
life was full with pleasures she had already
given . She meant so much to me now. It was
real pleasure to talk to her. She had
reciprocated favorably to my friendship
offer. I sincerely did not want to loose
friendship with her. She was too precious to
me now. Besides I had lost 4 years of her
proximity with her just because I was
indiscreet in sending a new year lunch
invitation. I had already paid a penalty of 4
years of living without her . I knew that
she is a very sensitive person . I could sit
with her and talk to her on any subject in the
world. She was well read and she used to
always tell me about good things of life,
how to maintain good health, what kind of
food I should etc etc. Except for her biology
lectures in which I showed little and no
interest she was gem of a person. These little
things were more important to me than to
think about sex with her unless she wanted it
herself. A kiss ,a touch ,a bit of necking
was good enough because it added little
spice in friendship with opposite sex.
Besides I had enough experience of sex in
my life . No matter how it comes, you feel
very bad about it towards the end. A sense
of guilt and fear always grips you if you are
a sensitive person. I did not want to have
that bad feeling for Rashi. She was an
important embellishment in my life and I
wanted her to stay that way. Nonetheless, I
set a target for myself . To kiss her on her
lips. I had to do this today.

Getting entry into hotels without proper
luggage is a big hassle in Delhi particularly
when you are checking in with a female. I
had some embarrassing moments last time
during check in. So this time I had put my
travel bag in the boot. I always kept this
ready for short trips. It contained a
nightgown, some undergarments, shaving kit
etc. Other clothes used to be put at the last
moment before going out on trip.
I bought a pink colored nightgown for Rashi
the previous evening and put it in my bag.
That was going to be my first and personal
gift to her. And knowing that she will be
wearing a sari I could always ask her to put
it on so that the sari did not get crushed.
This gift was also designed to offer
additional advantages if situation come to
what I had imagined.

Delhi was cold that on my 3rd date with
Rashi. I turned up at the appointed bus stop
and she was already there, so early in the
morning. She was wearing a salwar suit,
which was white in colour, and had some
geometrical green coloured small design on
them that make them look green. She had a
white dupatta . For the first time I was
seeing her in a suit. It was a rather tight
fitting outfit that brought her figures
prominently. Narrow west in the middle
with 36" top and nearly equal bottom made a
perfect 8 figure. She had arrived there before
me and she was not having any woolens on
her. Besides it was rather chilly outside.
Sight of my car from a distance gladdened
her, which was evidenced from her reaction
of joy of having found the missing partner. I
opened the doors of the car and she got in
with a broad smile. She started blowing her
hand to get over the chill. She wore no
make up and she looked absolutely fantastic.
Her body language was very positive and
she sounded extremely happy that day. I was
also apprehensive that she might refuse to
with me to a hotel. I was prepared for that. I
asked her should we to the same place again?
Without any hesitation she said 'yes'. So it
was YES up to the room once again, and I
was excited at the prospects.

Salwar suit however put me off a bit.
Though it was helpful in showing up her
figure, but I always thought that it was too
much of a hassle handling salwar suit in
making love. It was easy to get in but
difficult to get out. In love making it is
"getting out " which is important. It had
strings attached and the lace at the waist
could be a tricky thing. I remembered the
big problem I had faced with Vandana.
Besides the idea of purchase of the
nightgown looked silly now .She will not be
able to use if now. If she was wearing a sari
then it made sense to ask her to take the Saree
off to prevent it from getting crushed. I was
checkmated. Suddenly it dawned upon me
that I had no big plans for Rashi that day ,
so why to go into those details.

After half an hour drive we reached the
hotel. I parked the car and instead of going
to the cofee shop I went straight to the
reception and asked for a room. Ten days
ago, when we came here last, the hotel
was empty. Today the lobby
looked very busy and after a while the
receptionist informed me that the hotel was
fully booked and no rooms were available.
That landed me in big trouble as had
not planned for the alternative. I did not
know where to take her ? I did not know of
a place which was as secure. I did not want
to take her to shady places. It looked as if I
was going to pay a high cost for not
having booked in advance. I told Rashi and
she looked disappointed too. We went out
boarded the car and started driving. I did not
know where to go?
I thought hard. Still no clue. We were out of
the city limits and I knew of no hotels
beyond this one, so we I thought it would be
best to head back to the city. While we were
cruising I South Delhi suddenly I recalled
Of a hotel where there was major fire in
which tourists lost life and they had now
renovated and open for business. So I
headed for that hotel.

On the way we were talkig about ourselves,
It was around 10 am that we reached near
the hotel. One has to drive up to the romp
and get down and give the car keys to the
Jockey. As I had barely reached the base of
the romp and was about to climb Rashi
shouted at me saying "Stop", "stop". As she
shouted these words she also crouched down
as if she will get into the dash board. I did
not take long for me to understand that she
had seen some one in the portico. I applied
emergency brakes and slowly I reversed the
car off the romp. Fortunately there was no
one behind me else it would have been
impossible to save us from very sight of
people who were standing right there in the
portico.

We beat a very hasty retreat from there. In
fact we had seen some known people boarding an
Ambassador car.
We waited for that car to drive away in one
direction so that we could choose the other.
We thanked god and heaved a sigh of relief
that we did not get caught. Else it would
have been impossible for us to run into head on
with some one who was an immediate
family member of Rashi. We thanked our
stars. I profusely thanked God for his timely
intervention. Thirty seconds early and we
would have been caught.

Now the question arose again where to go? I
decided to go to a place in the neighboring
State that was About an hours drive. It is
well known picnic station where I had gone couple of
time with family for boasting etc. It had a
small hotel attached to it that was known for
as lover's paradise. It was some short of
shady place. But I knew of no other place where
I could take her.

It was along drive of about an hour or so.
During this period we kept chatting. I found
that a new kind of bond had developed
between both of us. For the first time Rashi
looked to be on my side . She was out of her
home and she was with me. Any Indian
woman under these circumstances would
have chickened out and headed home. Bur Rashi had a
triumphant aura on her face, as if no matter
what I am with you Vicky.
It reflected her strong determination and
commitment to me. She did not want to
leave me. It looked as if the entire universe
had conspired to act against us and did not
want us to get united. We seemed
determined to unite.

Both of us were under great tension. While I
took the hilly road to the hotel, Rashi was
not talking, perhaps still thanking her stars
for havind escaped narrowly being caught.
So far I did not make any body contact with
her. When I got out of the traffic, and saw
her in very pensive mood, I just patted her
hand that she had kept in her lap. She sighed
as I put my hand on hers. She did not push
my hand or withdrew her hand away, but
she didn't look at me either. After a while
she brought down her hand from the lap and
brought it closer to me so that I can hold her
hand properly. Soon she opened her palm
and engaged all my five fingers with her
fingers. With all our fingers intermingled I
gave her hand a gentle squeeze to which
responded by applying pressure on my palm
all this was happening without looking at
each other.

Silently we were kneading each others hand
only to be separated for a while when I had
to change gears or steer the car with both
hands. While we kept mum our bodies had
started talking to one another perhaps it was
demonstration of the bonding between our
souls. Her holding of hand and twitching
the fingers also started to push us towards
eroticism. With corner of my eyes I could
she that she started feeling uncomfortable
after a while. She kept asking how long we
have to go? As if she wanted this journey
to end as soon as possible. And it did end soon.

By the time we checked in and occupied the
room it was around noontime. The room was
on the second floor the room had a grand
view. From the rear balcony we saw
an historical lake. A number of young
couples were moving around the lake and
the bushes surrounding trying to find peace.
By the time we got into the room both of us
were tired. We ordered a beer and as soon as
the room service ended, just to tease her I
asked if I could bolt the room. She gave me
a broad smile and waived me to do. She
walked in to the toilet.

This room too had a standard hotel setting.
A twin bed on one side of
room. A Sofa along side with a central table
separating the two seater and two one seaters.
A dressing table in front of the bed
with arragements to keep baggage along the
side of the dressing table. While Rashi was
still in the toilet, I
stood by the dressing table with my back to
the mirror facing the bed and looking in
direction of the toilet. Rashi emerged after a
while with wiping her face with a small
hand towel. This was the same posture in
which I had sought a kiss on her lips during
our last date. As soon as she emerged I
waived her close to me seeking a kiss on her
lips. Throwing the towel aside she came
close to me and stood before me with her
face inches below mine and looking directly
into my eyes. I lowered my face to meet hers.

I put my lips slowly on her lips. She did not
move, in fact in order to reach me she lifted
herself on the toes for her lips to find better
contact with mine .She looked up
adoringly at me and then pushed her mouth
to mine. Her lips were moist and warm
against mine, and I savored the thrill of the
first real kiss I had for a long time. I spread
my lips slightly apart, and extending my
tongue between them, I brushed it lightly
across her lips, giving them little tender, wet
stokes of love. Rishi moaned softly in
reaction and drew her body close to mine.
Responding to my oral caresses,
she spread her own lips apart. The tip of her
tongue came out between them, and with
almost tentative motions, she brushed her
tongue against mine with light, almost
imperceptible strokes. I wrapped my arms
around Rashi and pulled her even closer
against me. I put one hand behind her neck
and then opened my mouth wide and probed
my tongue fully into her mouth. Her mouth
opened wide and her lips worked around my
mouth, nibbling and sliding over its surface.
Her hands loosely hanging below were
coming in way of fuller kiss that our body
started demanding. I caught hold of her
wrists and placed her arms around my neck.
This put our bodies in close embrace and
I started kissing her with all the strength I could muster.
Her wild staretd to swirl and and probe
my mouth. Her tounge intertwound with mine.
Perhaps I stopeed breathing for a while.
In order to breath I withdrew my tongue and hers
followed it, plunging into my mouth. She
explored my entire oral cavity with her
tongue, digging it under mine, under my
gums, and into my cheeks. She was panting
now, and her breath came into my mouth in
little gusts. I could feel the sounds in her
chest as she moaned softly, responding to
the sheer eroticism of our deep kiss.

Having achieved the days target of " kiss on the
lips" in first 2 hours of the day, my mind started
to work on achieving a higher objective. I moved my
hands up and down her back, stroking
gently, loving the feel of the warm flesh I
felt through the thin fabric of her kamij. I
moved my hands down to Rashi's's
buttocks and cupped one in each hand,
kneading and stroking them with gentle,
loving caresses. Pressed against each other
like that, Rashis little belly rubbed against
my belly and the front of her thighs
pressed their full length against mine. As we
danced, I was totally aware of the contact of
our bodies as leg moved against leg and
belly squirmed against belly. When her
crotch moved hard against my groin, I had
to grit my teeth to keep from groaning. The
fantasies I had been working so hard to
repress came to the surface of my mind
and my body responded. Even though I had targeted
but willed it not to happen, my cock swelled and
made a protrusion in the front of my slacks.
Rashi must have felt it because she pressed
herself even tighter against me. She
moaned softly and almost bounced up and
down on my lap, seeking to bring her thighs
into closer contact with my bulging cock
and rubbing over them.

When we became clearly breathless and
were panting in lust that Rashi eased her
grip over the neck and lowered herself of the
floor .She had broken all barriers in one go.
I did not let her walk away from me.
Now she turned her back to me. As soon as
she completed the turn I held her in tight
embrace once again. Now she was standing
with her back and buttocks facing my thigh.
And that is when my hands came in contact
with her firm breasts. I could not resist any
more. I cupped the two firm breasts in my
palms and started kneading them
mercilessly. Her Buttocks now were in firm
contact with my thighs and my bulging cock
lodged between the cleft of her buttocks, we
were fully dressed but the arousal so sudden
so intense, I soon found humping her from
the back.

Under my palm was firmest pair of breasts.
Rashi was well stacked. I'm not sure how
Rashi had maintained herself so well despite
two children having sucked these breasts.
Rashi had world class breasts. Rashi's
breasts were firm and stood out proudly,
even with their above average weight. It is
no problem for her to go without a bra. I told
her that a bra was a total waste on her and
dared her to take it off.

I kept kissing her neck, cheeks and face
from her back and kept on kneading her
breast simultaneously. She was now
moaning in pleasure as she did during her
last date. I looked down Rashi. She had
had her eyes closed, enjoying the new sensations
going through her body. I couldn't resist.
I leaned down and kissed her gently on the
lips by pulling her face behind. She opened
her eyes but said nothing. I continued kissing
her and as if she too wanted to catch-up with those
lost years. She turned back again and started
kissing with much greater vigor and brute
force as if we are going to eat each other. I
could feel that Rashi was already having
orgasm as she kept moaning slowly out of
excitement. She was also constantly
adjusting her torso to feel my cock
which was in full erection and was
as close to her as vagina as possible. I broke
the kiss for a moment and putting all
formalities aside I asked her was she
noticing anything? She smiled and said " yes
she could feel IT on her thighs" She was
so sweet. This emboldened me further to bring
my hand down to feel her pussy from top of the
clothes. She sensed my movement and broke
off the tight embrace and standing from a
distance she was ogling at my cock bulging
from the trousers. I too felt embarrassed for a
moment.

Now my mind started working on "project undress".
I thought that it was time to proceed further.
Rashi started to head for the toilet
once more. I think she must have felt
extremely wet. As she wanted to go in I
opened the bag and gifted the pink
nightgown. At this point the nightgown
seemed a perfect gift, as I wanted to undress
her now and see her body.She took the gown out
of the plastic bag, unfolded it and darped
it around and asked how does it look on her?
As if to reprimand her, I pulled her close and asked
her to wear the gown without any clothes.
With this she started proceedig to the toilet
with the gown in her hand. I was amazed at her
quick change. I had not imagined that she will agree
so quickly to my suggestion.I imagined that
she would come out of the toilet wearing that gown.
We are going to fuck now, Vicky you
are so lucky I told myself. I better get ready
for the next action I told myself. So I
stopped her from going into the toilet.
I poured beer and asked her to start sipping
it so that I can use the toilet first. After all I
had to be ready too.

Once in the toilet it took me extra time to
pee as with erect penis you can do only one
thing. You can't even pee. As I cleaned and
soaped my dick, I thought what a wonderful
day it was. I had planned to go as far as
kissing her on lips today and no more. But
we were already in a pre-fuck preparatory
mode, similar to the feeling you get when
you pack bags for a long journey ahead, We
had gone much beyond in last half an hour
and many and crossed many bridges than
what we had done in last 4 years, Or should
I call lost years or wasted years. I realized
that it wouldn't be long before we end up in
intercourse. Mentally prepared myself for
the imminent I cautioned myself not to rush,
as I wanted Rashi to be an equal partner in
the whole exercise. So far whatever had
happened between the two of us was with
full mutual appreciation and consent. At no
point I was taking initiative more than
what was needed or I forced myself on her.
On her part all she did was to
respond strongly to my advances with a natural
arousal of a young woman who can is equally eager to
proceed further to the ultimate bliss. It was
climbing Mount Everest together.

She quickly disappeared in bathroom as I
had come out as if she too did not want to
waste any time. While sipping beer and
waiting. I thought of getting undressed
partially, so that when she comes out only in
gown I should not be fully clothed. Some how I
dropped this idea, as my figures were not as
impressive as Rashi's to show around. I was
getting excited once more in expectation of
seeing her nude. I had wondered from day one
how the pigments on her body were below the
neckline would look like. I will get to see
them soon I thought.

Rashi emerged from the toilet wearing the
night gown. I felt very happy, thinking that
now only thing remained to see her naked was to
remove the night-gown. No fussing around with
removal of top Kamij and ever elusive Salwar.
Not a difficult target at all, I thought in
anticipation. Little did I realise that
Rashi had a great sense of humor. As if to
make a fool out of me, she had put the night
gown on top of her dress which I had failed to
notice as she emerged from toilet. With abandon
charm and mischievous smile on her face
she asked me how did it look now? We both burst
into a hearty laugh at her naughty behaviour.
I held her in my arms and hepled her get out of
the gown, as if doing a reharsal for actual undressing
that was to follow, if she emerged only in that gown.
I faigned my anger, and pushed her back into the
toilet asking to take off all other clothes
she was wearing and demanded that she had to
to come out ONLY in the night gown.She acknowledged
my command by saying "Yes Sir" before disappearing
in the toilet once more.

When she emerged from the toilet wearing a
big smile of having fooled someone, fully
clothed with nightgown no where in sight I
could not stop laughing. Both of us burst into
loud laughter. I knew she made a fool out of
me. She was not going to get out of clothes
so fast. I responded to this by catching her by
arms and giving her a kiss or two. After
sitting by my side for a while on the sofa,
while my fingers were running all over her
body and caressing her breasts she started to
drift gradually in sexual arousal. She began
to moan softly and rubbing her body as much
she could sitting by side on the sofa.

A point came, when she broke free from me
and headed for the bed. Next second she was
lying on the bed on her back with, one foot
over another as if she protecting her vagina
from attack. I could not wait on the sofa any
longer. I positioned myself by her side and
started to kiss her and then fondle
her breasts to with my free hands. Slowly I
climbed over her. Now I was fully covering
her body with mine. Our tongues were glued
together, my hand kneading he breasts and
my cock trying to find a way out of the
captivity. My mind started to think on the
failed project. "Project Undress"

She had in the meanwhile parted her legs to
accommodate my thighs to be in direct
contact with her thighs.
After a while she lifted both her legs and
interwound with mine. In this process her
top Kamij( the top ) had folded up ,
exposing her bare skin between salwar
( the bottom dress) and the kameej in
region of her belly button.
The knot of the salwar with two loose ends
were clearly visible now. I freed my right
hand and landed it on exposed areas of her
tummy. To do this I had to ease my body
contact on the thigh region. She was
enjoying the rubbing over the vagina .In eased
position rubbing of my dick over her vagina
through the clothes subsided. She did not like
it as she tried to pull me again on top of her
to gain full frontal contact. I had other
things in my mind. I did not try to get on top.
I remained withdrawn .With my free hand however
I played with her belly button
fingering it lightly once or twice,

After a while I put my whole palm on the
exposed area of the tummy and started
caressing her there.
I slipped to the side to gain more access to
the belly area and she did not object to this
anymore. We had broken the kiss but she
looked as much aroused as I did. Gradually I
started increasing the circle of my caress.
With each movement I was exposing her
body more and more, gradually pushing the
kamij up. My kneading of the breasts
increased. I started applying more pressure
and pushed her Kamij to the bra level.She did not
make any protest. Slowly I inserted my right
hand between the bra and the kamij and held
the breast under my palm giving it a good
squeeze. She responded in pleasure.
Because of this action my hand her kamij
got further pushed up bringing the entire of
the bra in my full view. Kamij had already
sailed over the bra and now between her
bare breasts and me just the bra stood on the
way. She knew what was happening.

I kept kissing her and caressing her entire
belly, which lay exposed to me, and
occasional I used to squeeze the breast from
top of the bra. It was fascinating, to see her
spotless fairness of her front. Not waiting
any further in one swift move I pushed the
bra up and brought that lovely berates to
freedom they deserved. She mocked a
surprise for my this action and made half
hearted attempts to cover her breasts again
But by now my hands were gripping both
the globes giving her no chance to put back
the bra in place.

Her breasts were now fully exposed to me
now; twin mounds the shape of half-a- big-
sized oranges, each pale and white except
for the pink circles of areola. I took each one
in a hand and squeezed it, causing the
nipples to thrust out even more than they
were.

I broke the kiss and pulled myself even
further away, ensuring I had ample room to
continue caressing her breasts. But the
unhooked bra was still causing problem. As
I lowered my both hands behind her back to
unhook the bra she, volunteered cooperation
by lifting her back for a while allowing me
to unhook the bra and free the breasts
completely from the bra. I told Rashi, you
do not need any bra. To which she laughed
and replied " Ok, I wont' wear them next
time" The admission was so frank.
Invitation to further escapades so open. But
we had not finished this episode. Where was
the time to think of further episodes?

With room enough to properly attend to
Rashi's needs, I rubbed a finger over each of
her nipples, lightly stroking across the hard
little nubbins. She wrapped her arms around
my neck and laid her cheek on the top of my
head, moaning in reaction to the pleasure my
hands were bringing to her breasts.

As I gently stroked and squeezed
Nishi's soft mounds, her nipples erected,
hardening and extending out in little points
from the dark circles surrounding them.
Once it appears I got carried away and
squeezed them real hard .She whispered,
"Oh" please love them softly they are so
sensitive."

I moved my mouth to her right breast and stroked my
tongue across its top .I knew that if my hands felt that
good on her breasts, my mouth and tongue
would feel even better. Rashsi jerked in
reaction to the contact, and then pushed
herself even further up to looking for bigger
thrusts. With her hands still wrapped around
the back of my neck, she leaned back and
thrust her breasts up to me, inviting me to
give them oral caresses.

Oh, God, she moaned as I sucked them
hard." As I took a nipple into my mouth, she
muttered, "Ooi ma"
Seeing the pleasure I was giving , I doubled
my efforts, taking the whole center of her
breast into my mouth and sucking on it.
As I did so, I stroked my tongue in circles
around her nipple, moving it across the
pebbly-texture of her areola. I pulled my
mouth away from her breast until just the
hard extension of her nipple was still
between my lips and nibbled on it, biting
with just the gentlest of nips with my teeth.
Rashi whispered "please go slow I cannot
tolerate it any more. almost a hiss, eesssssss,
like that. Just...like...that."

I do not have words to describe the pleasure
I was having at that time. The whole body
trembled with excitement .Rashi 's skin
colour had changed to pink. I could hardly
see her face as Kamij had almost been
pushed to the neck. I wanted to free Rashi
from the kamij. First she refused. I kept
squeezing her breast and kissing every area
where there were no cloths .I could no longer
kiss her on cheeks as the Kamij had begun
to interfere and was now a useless piece of
attire. When I found her relenting, I lifted
her to sit on the bed when I pulled the kamij
over top of her head. I must admit that I had
to use all persuasive skills and a bit of force
to get her out of her entire top clothes.
Almost immediately she dashed under the
sheet and covered herself fully. Rashi was
half nude with nothing on the top.

I teased her by pulling the sheet. More I
would pull more firmly she would incase
herself in the sheet.
Finally I gave up and asked if I could get
inside the sheet. I was still fully clothed. A
big bulge was prominent in front and she pointed
her finger to my dick and made jokes about
it. She did not allow me to get into the sheet
for a long period of time. Seeing her
reluctance I decided not to do anything
unless she felt a part of what was going on.
Now she was showing reluctance in
showing her body to me. So I sat on the
edge of the bed and made effort to either
pull the sheet away or get into the sheet.
Except for occasional kissing on her face
and lips which were out of the sheet visible
to the eye I was not touching her. She
realised that I was beginning to withdraw.

After a while , still fully covered under the
sheet , she spread out a corner of the sheet
close to her right and waived me to slip
inside. Once inside the sheet I got on her top
again and resumed my kissing of her lips
and kneading of her breasts. She started to
wither in pleasure as our body made full
frontal contact.
While was straddling on her I tried to raise
myself from her body to have a look at the
entire front .She will cling to me and raise
herself with my body in the same manner in which the
monkeys carry their children hung to
mother's underside

In order to outwit her I laid myself along
her. Now she was lying prostrate and I was
on my left. My one leg crossed her and my free right
arm was roaming form tummy to the neck
meeting the breasts and giving them a gentle
squeeze once in a while. Now my hands
started moving more to the south. Pushing
her salwar bit further down. Once or twice I
put one finger under the waistband to which
there was no opposition. Once while
roaming south, my hands found one loose
end of the string holding the
Salwar. In one quick motion I pulled the
string in one direction untying the knot and
loosening the Salwar.

She made no protests nor did she try to tie
the lace again. I too made no attempt to
bare her bottom. I straddled on her top again
and started giving her a vigorous body
massage from breasts to the top of the
salwar .I also raised myself half sitting on
her body lifting the sheet with me. And there
was a perfect beauty She closed her face
with her palms when I started looking at
her bare body under me. I had never seen
anything like this in my life. She looked like
the perfect mermaid. Except for a small
mole on her right shoulders, her whole body
was spotlessly fair. I could see her only up
to the navel. A very proportionate
waist looked so attractive under her breasts.
I had strong desire to see her entire body. I
made this express desire to her.

The moment she heard that I may bare her
fully, she clenched her Salwar in her fists
and started resisting.
I could see that she was pleading with me
not to expose her, and kept on reminding me
that there is nothing left now between both
of us. But her language and requests lacked
any strong convictions. It was typically like
the girl saying "no" when she means, "yes".
This cat-and-mouse game continued for a
short while, until I began kneading her
thighs from over the clothes. Having waited
what I thought to be a sufficient length of
time, I gently lifted her arms and placed
them to the sides of her body with a mild
request not to interfere with my expedition.
Typically, if she was "playing shy", she
resisted my attempts to expose her, but if
sufficiently aroused, she would leave her
arms to her side and allow me to proceed
towards to view her full frontal
nudeness. In one of her weaker moments of
arousal, I pulled her salwar together with her
panties down exposing her bare skin much
below the naval level. At that time she
showed amazing cooperation by lifting her
ass off the bed so that the Salwar and the
panties could be pulled down easily. I
gradually freed them off her feet. I took both
these pieces of apparel as trophy and got out
of the bed.

I was still fully clothed, while Rashi was
completely nude, though I had not seen her
frontal nudity. She feigned anger on me, as
she smilingly covered herself in the sheet
from head to toe. I headed for the toilet to
undress myself stopped for a while to pick
up the robe from the suitcase. I also
suspected that
Rashi will put back her clothes once I went
to the toilet. As a precautionary measure I
locked her panties in my briefcase and
carried the Salwar with me to the toilet
where I kept it there as a trophy in front of
me as I bared my self to the skin except for
my underwear, put on a robe and walked
back to the room again.

I had never realized in my life that I would
get this close a lady whom I really
appreciated. So far it was fun and she too
seemed to enjoy the fun. We had both been
enjoying each others proximity, touch,
necking and petting, Only thing remaining
was a full fledged sex act for which I was
never keen from the very beginning.. But the
prospect of having an intercourse with
Rashi was driving me crazy. I mentally
readied myself for the real fuck action if she
was prepared to go along with me.

Rashi was lying motionless on the bed fully
covered under the sheet from tip to toe; In
fact she had wrapped the sheets tightly
around her. As Rashi heard my
approaching the bed, she took her head out
of the sheet and smiled at me seeing me only
in the robe. I sat on the bed on her side and
she shuffled to make room for me to occupy
the bed and opened the sheet from one side
signaling me to come in. I sat on the bed for
a while and dropped the robe on the floor
and glided myself by side of Rashi.

Both of us were lying side by side. The
moment my bare body came in contact with
my bare body sparks started flying all over
the place. She must also have felt the same
thing; we were now kissing and rubbing
each other with animal passion. I was fully
aroused and my prick pushed the underwear
like a tent.
I quickly manipulated myself out of the last
piece of clothing that remained between both of
us. I consigned my underwear to the floor
and darted back to resume love making to
Rashi. By now Rashi was panting and
moaning badly in passion. To add fuel to the
fire I got on top of her and for the first time
my shaft came in contact with her thick
pubic hair,

All the while we were wrapped under the
sheet. A sudden urge gripped me to see her
fully naked.
I raised my body off her and there she was
lying fully naked in front of me. My
manhood in fully erect position was between
her feet below the entry level. The lower
portion of her body was electrifying.
Thick jet-black hair stood prominently in the
pubic area. The love hole was nicely tucked
in between her feet as she clenched her feet
together to deny me of sight of the love hole.
Her body complexion was very fair, I saw a
thin line of comprising of thin blackish hair
starting for the naval and disappearing in the
pubes as if a small ants have made a row
emerging from the belly button and
disappearing in the thick jungle down
below.

Rashi now was laying before me completely nude
with nothing to hide from my full view.
Where she had seemed a
little shy and hesitant before, her posture and
the look she gave me now spoke of
boldness. As I was looking at her body she
placed one hand over her mound and her
forearm covered breasts. I did not attempt
to move her hand or arm, but instead lightly
massaged her neck and shoulders, and ran
my fingers up and down the length of her
arms. When I lightly caressed her stomach,
she brought down her arms in to stop the tickling
sensation, and I was able to catch brief
glimpses of her womanly parts.

On this occasion, she obviously wanted my
attention, and kept her arms to her sides,
giving me a beautiful view of those areas
about which I often fantasized. I ran my
fingers over her upper body and slowly
made my way towards her small, firm tits.
My fingers traveled in large circles around
her breasts, with those circles getting
smaller and smaller until finally they
reached her nipples. The light contact made
them stand to in full attention.

Gradually, I began massaging her breasts
with both hands, then my
mouth was drawn down, and my lips
hovered over an erect nipple. Her breathing
came faster, and it was soon time to work
my way south. I let my fingers do the
walking, and strolled down the future "trail
to happiness". They wandered into her
growing forest and made contact with her
fleshy bud she whispered in my ears " this
land is very fertile" suggesting fuck
using condom or some protection.
Unfortunately I had not visualized that we
will be crossing all barriers in one day and
would need condom.But I was keen to
complete the project without accesories.

I found the wide crack of
her buttocks and moved my fingers up and
down its full length. As I went lower,
probing deeply into the hidden area between
her thighs, I felt the evidence of her arousal.
The lower portion of the gaping area
between her buttocks was slick with the
flow of her female secretions, and my
fingers made slick tracks across her anus as
they probed her bushes but avoided any
contact with inner portion of her crack. She
moaned into my mouth at the pleasure of the
erotic touch. Moving even lower, my finger
encountered the opening of her gaping
vulva. It was drenched with juices, some
which had been spilling on the bed.

I smiled at her arousal and juce flowing out of
her body and repeated a very famous
commercial of Vicks Veporub. " Yeh kya
Haal bana rakha hai Kutch lete Kyon nahin
?"( You are drenched you need something)
She broke at this in laughter, and looked
at me all modesty as if I had caught her red
handed. She did not say a word in reply, but
clung to me very strongly and started
rubbing her bare body against mine. I knew
what she wanted but in was not going to do
this unless she told me to do so. Therefore
my mission was to get her aroused to an
extent that she begs me for a fuck. She had
made me beg to her for 4 years and now it
was my turn I thought,

At this point I brought my mouth off her
nipples, spread her legs and knelt between
them. I lowered my face toward her lap and
let her feel my breath. With this, I noticed
her squirm as she spread her legs a little
wider for me. I pushed in with my tongue,
and tasted her. My tongue's actions were
light and slow, but the pressure and speed
increased with our mutual arousal. My dick
was in contact of her bushes. I had to make
extra efforts to see that it did not knock at
her opening. I broke the kiss as I ran my
tongue down to both of her nipples and
licked them. I looked up at her beautiful
face and announced that I am not going to
proceed further unless she asks me to do
so.

At the same time, I was flushed with desire
and had been anticipating and wanting this
moment to happen. We kissed again .Lips
meeting lips. The kiss deepened and the
loving feeling around us also increased. My
cock was throbbing hard and was brushing
Rashi's womanhood and teasing her. The
passion that I was feeling for Rashi was like
nothing that I had ever felt before with a
girl. I moved my lips again down over her
chest. I kissed her nipples sending more
shivers of pleasure though Rahsi's body.
We were naked, her legs were spread, and I
was on top of her. I wanted to fuck her so
bad. I wanted to fuck her like I've never
wanted anything else in my life. I was also
shaking, and a little scared. I made my
intentions clear that unless she tell me I will
not put it inside. This must have gone on for
a while and Rashi understood that I am not
going to fuck her so easily.

Suddenly I saw a confidence return on her
face giving way to the shyness. Her passion
driven eyes returned to senses for a moment
I found them making a gesture me to come
close. I could not believe my eyes; it was
like Emmanuelle waiving a co-passenger of
the plane to come close and sit by her side
who eventually fucks her in the Plane toilet.
It was inviation very close to Emmanuel
movies. Rshi had finally
decided to go for a screw. My heart lost a
beat on the emerging prospect. To follow it
up Rashi extended her left hand and took hold
of my fully erect panis in her three fingers.
It was unbelievable. I was being invited to fuck by
Rashi. I felt her finger cold against her my
burning prick as she pulled it in direction of
her cunt. And finally placed it on top of the
hole which was dripping wet with her
secretions.

Now my funda was very clear. I had been
given clear invitation. I did not wait any
longer. As if to say thanks to Rashi for the
kind fucking invitation I wrapped her in my
arms wrapped her tightly .The
hard points of her breasts pressed into my
chest. As we kissed with a deep, soul kiss,
she started breathing faster, and with each
breath the little bullets of her nipples felt
harder yet. I reached down and took hold of
her buttocks, squeezing them gently. As I
did so, I bent my legs just a little so that my
cock could press into the crease of her
vagina.

Starting at her clit, I placed the head into her
labia and made the voyage down toward her
vagina. When my one-eyed monster was
directly over her sex hole, she whispered to
me to put it in, but warned me not to cum in
her.

But then it happened! My hard little cock
head found it's way to the opening to my
little Rashi's pussy hole!!! Just the tip of
my cock head was at her entrance!" "We
both froze right then and there. We looked
at each other in the eyes. The moment of
truth was now upon us. It seemed like time
stood still. I knew all I had to do was slide
forward and up along her body and my cock
would slide right into her pussy and she
knew all she had to do was move and slide
downward and I would slide into her."

"Time stood still. I was looking into her
eyes .She was looking into my eyes .
Not a single word was spoken or
uttered." She moved first slightly pushing her ass
little upward and I moved slightly
downward. Then it happened! My swollen
cock head and a large portion behind it
entered her pussy opening and her pussy
muscles griped my cock head just behind the
swollen head. We both froze again and
looked at each other deeply." "It was done!
We had done it. Four year wait was over.
The innocent friednship that we wanted to have
was converted into a bond. For us the relationship
would never be same again.We were not husband or wife.
We had our own families .We had broken the
laws of morality. We were no longer just freinds.
We could never go back!
It was too late! We were now bond with
to a relatiosnship which comes in our
society only through marriage.

As emotions subsided, I began to
slide deeper and deeper into my Rashi's hot,
tight, wet, warm, juicy, little pussy!!!
Farther and farther I pushed myself into
Rashi's pussy. We never once broke eye
contact. Not a word was spoken, but
somehow it seemed like we were talking to
each other with our minds and eyes. Words
were not necessary. I was all the way inside
my darling's pussy.

We kind of rested for a moment to catch our
breath and savor the feel of each others body
parts, mine in hers and hers wrapped around
and gently holding mine, completely and
deeply inside of her." "I then began to pull
my cock out and then gently slide it back
into her warm, wet, tight, sheath. Her pussy
gripped my hard, cock and it felt like my
cock was made to fit her pussy. It felt like
we were made for each other." "We began to
kiss each other again and I began my
stroking of her pussy. I wish I could last 10
or 15 minutes but in reality I only lasted
about 25/30 good strokes inside her." "On the last
stroke I pushed in as far as I could go and
she lifted her hips just slightly like she knew
what was about to happen. I was fully
inside her with my cock straining to go in
her deeper when my whole body went stiff
and I felt my penis swell and then I felt a hot
stream of come,rushing upward from
the base of my cock to the head .I withdrew
completely in just a split second. It
was extremely diffiuclt to stay longer in such a warm
and tight pussy/chut. Then I shot
out from the head of my dick directly into
my hand as I rushed to the toilet to clean
myself.

I felt ashamed of myself having achieved very
little in the real action.Perhaps the "first
time" excitement coupled with very prolonged
foreplay was responsible for my short stay inside.

After return from the toilet we lied in
embrace for a long time Kissing, loving and
fondling each other. What a moment of glory
has this been for me to get a woman to love
you as much you loved her?

Subsequently when we met, we had our agenda drawn
clearly.We started fucking as regularly as the situation
permitted. Sometime our love making lasted more than
two hours. Sometimes we did 5 times in 8 hour stay.
We became open and transparent. It was only after
I met Rashi that I realised that a woman in India
could be so vunrable to sexual advances of her
collegues in office, in school and with her own relatives.
There is a lot happeneing around which never gets reported.
I know how many times Rashi was lured by others
including her own close relatives.

This happened 10 years ago. We are still
madly in love with watch other and fuck like
nobody's business.We have experiemnted so many things.
One reads about multiple Orgasm or female ejacualtion.
We have experienced it and it has been such a joy.

We have come to conclusion that sex is an integral part of love.
If you have to rise to those heights you have to learn to
love . Our love has grown since and matured. We
have experimented and found that we have
been made for each other. If God has to give
another life, I would like to be with Rashi
again in my next birth, as it is very difficult
to get a woman of brain and a fucking
beautiful body.

I am dedicating this true story on her birthday .

I wanted the world to know that I love her so much.

If you too have a story like this please let the world know it.

I welcome your comments on this story

Vicky

beekni@hotmail.com