Message-ID: <26056asstr$967417820@assm.asstr-mirror.org> From: "beek ni" X-Original-Message-ID: X-OriginalArrivalTime: 27 Aug 2000 18:22:00.0193 (UTC) FILETIME=[B0DC4710:01C01053] Subject: {ASSM} My Rashi ( MF, Romance, True, Indian) X-Original-Subject: My First Post to ASSTR: Please put it on the net Date: Sun, 27 Aug 2000 19:10:21 -0400 Path: assm.asstr-mirror.org!not-for-mail Approved: Newsgroups: alt.sex.stories.moderated,alt.sex.stories Followup-To: alt.sex.stories.d X-Archived-At: X-Moderator-Contact: ASSTR ASSM moderation X-Story-Submission: X-Moderator-ID: newsman, dennyw Dear Sirs, This is my first story which I am sending for publication on the net,. Kindly publish this with your usual disclaimers. No part of this story be published without my express approval. I wold love to have your/ readers comments on my story and would like to encourage others to send me their stories. Vicky beekni@hotmail.com _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. <1st attachment, "Rashi.txt" begin> 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 <1st attachment end> ----- ASSM Moderation System Notice------ Notice: This post has been modified from its original format. 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