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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
I was awakened with the feeling of uneasiness. I didn’t understand the cause of it. My husband had no time to talk to me in the morning as he was late for his office as usual. He didn’t saw my new hot transparent nighty last night. My college-going son is one step ahead of my husband. He always misses his first lecture in college. He didn’t notice my new haircut.
By the time I was ready to go to my office suddenly I realized the reason behind my uneasiness. My batteries were not charged last night. My husband had denied my pleas to have some fun in the bed. He said he was tired. This has become routine nowadays. I can’t talk to my son about these issues. There are certain limitations. I was deprived of attention, care and love by my loved-ones. I was crying and nobody was listening! What should I do? What if I open the closed windows and look out? What if I go out and find out fun for myself?
Idea stayed with me and I decided to go for it. I called my boss and told him that since I was not feeling well I won’t be reporting for work today. He got upset. He just said, ‘uuhh..uuhh’ and he disconnected the phone. I didn’t expect more than that.
I changed in to jeans and t-shirt from office wear. I went for a walk. That’s what I do whenever I am feeling low. I went to jogging track in to a nearby public park. I walked for twenty minutes. Unfortunately, I didn’t find a single male in the park who could probably give me something to cheer about in bed. Nearly half an hour was wasted. I came out. What to do? Where to go? Where to find him? I was about to resign when I saw him.
He was a newspaper-vendor. He was surrounded by a small crowd. He was sharp and efficient in his job. His customers were happy with his services. After all what a customer needs? And what I was looking for? My batteries were low and I was looking for a charger. What better charger I could get than this young boy of 18? He was young and raw. He was wearing a sleeveless T-shirt and shorts. I was instantly aroused by looking at his naked thighs. A look at his biceps told me he was doing gym regularly.
I waited patiently for him to notice me. ‘Yaah?’ That’s what he uttered to me when eventually he saw me. I asked for a women-meg not visible anywhere nearby. He produced that crap from somewhere within no time and also handed me change of Rs.50. He just didn’t give me any time to come up with some idea to talk to him. He had dismissed me by started attending some other stupid customer. Some how I got an idea before any one starts doubting my intentions. ‘Excuse me!’ I said.
‘Yes Mem?’
‘Do you do home-delivery?’
‘Yes Mem.’ He jotted down my residential address and asked me what newspaper I needed. And that’s all! Once again I was dismissed! Chapter closed! Operation failed!
I wanted him to come with me to my home and crushed me under his strong raw manly body! How would I do that? Can I start doing a cabaret on this open public place?
No!
Than I saw it. I saw the object which could bring him to my place. I went little close to him and said, ‘excuse me, but will you please deliver that copy of “playboy” at my home? Its urgent,’ I added, ‘you must come to my home this afternoon only!’
He said, ‘I will give it to you right now in a brown paper beg!’
‘No!’ I said in haste, ‘people are already looking at me! Please do me a favor!’ I was thankful for the presence of crowd. And then I added ‘I shall pay you something extra if you come personally to my home!’ He kept staring at me for some moments more than necessary and I knew the message sent was delivered.
I left at that. I tried to swing my rounded hips to give him some idea of what was there in store for him.
At home, I took a shower though I had a bath in the morning. I shaved my pubic hairs and also hairs under the armpits. After wearing my favorite black bra and panty I changed in to white miniskirt and a small white blouse. Thanks to my slim figure and shapely legs I could were miniskirts at the age of 38. This blouse was short-sleeved and it had a very low neckline. I checked in to mirror. I was satisfied with my killing looks. I brushed my hair and applied my favorite lotion on my face. I sprayed the scent “poison” on my body. I played some romantic track on music system. Both my husband and my son were not expected before evening. So I had lot of time at my disposal.
I prepared a small peg of a premium whisky. I lighted a cigarette. I waited for him to come and make me proud of myself.
I waited and waited. Will he come? Won’t he come? I prayed that he should come personally and not sent someone else. I realized my error. I should have taken his cell number. Now what can I do except waiting?
I consumed some more liquor in the process of waiting. I was almost half drunk when ultimately he came.
‘Good afternoon Mem, sorry if I am late.’ He said.
‘It’s okay.’ I said. ‘Please come in!’ I let him in and closed the doors.
My God! He was dressed up properly to meet a lady! He had changed in to fresh full-sleeved T-shirt and brand new six-pocket jeans! He had not yet started to shave and his hairs were disheveled as I had prayed to be.
And look at me! How I was dressed up? I was in a small skirt and a micro-mini blouse! I felt I was looking like a cheap whore waiting for a customer in some smalltime brothel!
‘So nice of you to come home. Please be comfortable.’ I made him sit. He had brought some old issues of playboy along with copy of current issue. He displayed all those on sofa and asked me whether I was interested to buy all those. ‘Yes of course.’ I said ‘That was wonderful.’ I added.
‘Thanks Memsahib’. He said.
‘What’s your name?’
‘Ganesh’ He replied, ‘But my friends call me “Gogi”.
“Gogi”. I liked that, Gogi, don’t feel shy, okay?’
Gogi kept looking at things in my drawing-room. I regretted not doing up my home. What impression he will carry home of me?
‘Gogi, what will you have? Tea, coffee or-‘I controlled myself from speaking “me?”. Instead I said, pointing my fingers at my half filled glass of liquor, ‘something what I was drinking?’
‘What is it?’
‘Whisky.’
‘Mem, I don’t drink.’ He said apologetically.
‘It’s okay Gogi. Will lemon juice be okay?’ He said yes.
I went in the kitchen and prepared a lemon-juice for him. Before coming out I unbuttoned my blouse little more. I bent little forward in front of him while placing his drink so that he can view my breasts properly.
He could not take his eyes off my breast as I had imagined. I started playing hide and show game with him. I tried to button my blouse and not buttoning it at the same time. He kept on looking at my body from the corner of his eyes. I was thrilled.
I asked him what he would like to hear on music system. I changed the tracks according to his choice. I asked him few questions like how much he had studied and who was his favorite heroin in movies. I also asked him who else was there in his home. Of course, I didn’t ask his income and he didn’t ask my age. For that matter, he didn’t ask me a single question. ‘Gogi, please don’t feel shy, be comfortable’ I used to say and at the same time I was pulling my skirt down to cover my naked thighs
I stopped asking questions. I decided to wait for some initiative from him. Meantime I let wander my eyes on his body. I started fantasizing how he would look like naked.
As soon as he finished his drink, he got up and said, ‘Mem, shall I take your leave?’
Time was running out. ‘Baby act fast!’ I told myself. I also got up and asked him, ‘Yes, how much for the megs?’ and than I added, ‘Gogi, it was nice of you to bring old issues also.’
‘Rs.100 for current issue and Rs.50 each for old 7 issues. That’s Rs.450 in all.’
‘And what are your service-charges? I promised to pay you extra, if you remember, Gogi.’
‘You can pay me whatever you feel right Mem!’ He smiled.
‘Okay. Just wait Gogi, I shall bring money.’ I prayed he was not dumb. I came out with Rs.500 currency note in my hand.
‘Here it is’ I displayed the note and placed it inside my blouse under my left breast. ‘Help yourself Gogi’ I placed my one hand on my waist and other on my naked thigh.
He kept staring at me in disbelief.
“Gogi, my boy, don’t worry, I won’t eat you.’ I said and folded my hands and placed them under my breasts so as to enhance it.
He kept looking at me for unending hours! Was he dumb?
No, he was not dumb. He was building up suspense. Finally, he got up and came close to me very slowly but with firm steps.
Will he place his feet in my trap? Or will he slap me hard? Had he opened his inbox and read the message I delivered at his paper-stall?
He sneaked out the currency note from my blouse in a very swift move. His fingers brushed my breast. I got a light electric shock with his warm touch. Nipples of my breast got hard on. He pocketed the money.
‘Mem, you are very beautiful.’ He placed his hands on my waist. ‘I like you very much Mem.’
I smiled. I liked the way he took initiative. I placed my hands on his neck and brought him close to me. I kissed his lips. It was a thrilling moment. I said, ‘Gogi, you are very handsome.’ I kissed him again and again. I said, ‘I also like you very much, Gogi!’
I kept on looking at his trembling lips. How wonderful it was to play a game of love with young little boy! His hands advanced. He slid both his hands inside my blouse and cupped my breasts and started fondling with them.
What a fantastic moments it were! I wish time never flies!
I escorted him to my bedroom. He was frightened. I made him sit in my lap and asked, ‘Darling, what’s the matter?’ He said it was his first time and requested me not get angry if he doesn’t do it properly. I laughed and told him to relax. I decided to spend more time in foreplay.
What followed in next two hours was great fun, unparallel pleasure of my life time. I enjoyed the afternoon like never before. I said. ‘Gogi, it’s because of you this cold afternoon in Mumbai city has became hot.’ He said it was dream come true for him because he had seen me before and always dreamed of making love to me.
After we both were exhausted, we lied next to each other for some time fully naked. My hand was resting on his chest and his on my naval.
I knew I had crossed my laxmanrekha for the first time in 18 years of married life. But it was for good. I will never regret it. Rather I will cherish these moments in my heart for ever.
He got up and started putting on his cloths. I didn’t stop him. He had done what was expected of him. He asked, ‘Mem, can I go now?’ I was still lying in bed naked. I pulled him in bed beside me and climbed on him. I kissed him like a mad woman. Taking a cue he pushed me down and climbed on top of me and kissed me everywhere on my body, every where! I closed my eyes. I put my hand on my naval where he had kissed me last. I wanted to keep those kisses intact forever. I didn’t know when he left.
I don’t know how much time was lapsed. I heard my son’s voice, ‘Mom, are you home?’ I said ‘Yes sonny, come in please!’
And I regained my senses. I realize my mistake. I was fully naked. I heard his footsteps coming close. Quickly I searched for something to cover my nakedness. I pulled corner of a bed sheet just in time and just covered my body when he came in.
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