Romance An Old Debt has to be Paid..by salir

[Salir]

Too bad about all the work...

I do not know my way around this area (software computer world etc.). 
I can not even upload my profile picture. Sad but true!

"Ahh Meena ... mit deinem Blick und deiner Ausstrahlung verzauberst du alle Männer um dich herum, 
kannst du deine Magie nicht auch am Computer wirken lassen ...?

Ein bisschen Leben einhauchen... das würde auf jeden Fall helfen. Davon bin ich überzeugt.
Was meinst Du?"  

Spaß beiseite, liebe Freunde, ich habe wirklich keine Ahnung, wie man so ein Problem lösen 
und die Dateien wiederherstellen kann.

Ich hoffe, dass ihr am Ende doch noch die Lösung findet. 


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[Bakchod Londa]

I'm not familiar with fixing that, but maybe youtube has some tutorials that could help.

[Salir]

I'm not familiar with fixing that, but maybe youtube has some tutorials that could help.

[Salir]

I hope I can encourage my wife to rewrite them, because most of the lost text parts are my wife's.

I'm still trying to fix it though....

Salir

[Blackdick11]

I hope I can encourage my wife to rewrite them, because most of the lost text parts are my wife's.

I'm still trying to fix it though....

Salir

I’m hopeful she’ll agree and bring her magic back to the pages

[Salir]

I’m hopeful she’ll agree and bring her magic back to the pages

I am trying...

[Salir]

Dear friends,

We managed to restore the texts as much as possible using external software.
I have to thank a friend who showed me the way...

I hope to be able to do an update tomorrow after repairing the missing parts, that depends on my dear wife...

By the way: I am happy that we will soon exceed 110,000 views, thank you for your interest

Salir

[Salir]

Pond master 15


On Wednesday, late morning while in the university, Meena was 
getting some study done in the library, she received a message 
from Jalal. 

She opened it and read; ‘Hi Meena, I call you 
after lunch, Kisses’. 

After a short pause to think what to answer, she scrolled the
messages and came to the photo Jalal sent her last night. 

She gasped and slammed her phone down on the table. 

Then she looked around nervously before picking it back up. 

She found herself staring at the picture, remembering all the 
details from conversations from yesterday on the road and the 
night. 

For a moment Meena was horrified because she noticed that her 
pussy is already throbbing, and she realised that she'd 
subconsciously been rubbing her thighs together. 

She gasped and jerked her legs apart. 
Meena was about to delete the picture that she thought about it 
again, and left it and closed the message.

Then she just wrote in response, ‘it's okay, see you later.’, and 
tried to get back to work.’

When Meena returned from lunch in her study, Jalal called.

Before she answered, she thought hopefully he has not 
forgotten his promises and will not make any comments about 
the pictures.

"Hi Meena, I hope you have not forgotten our appointment for 
visiting my rose-garden."

He sounded like usual, and this immediately calmed down her.
"No, of course not, when are you going to pick me up from 
home?"

"Can I pick you up from work around 4pm when you're finished?"

Meena knew that he wanted to take her again for dinner and 
surely dance after their visiting his garden.  

But she definitely didn't want to dance with him today. 

She didn't dare because she was afraid that he would make 
some advances towards her. 
Especially after the stupid incident with the pictures.

"I'm sorry Jalal but I have to work longer today, better see you 
later and sfter that we'll see…", she answered.

"Is 6 o'clock okay? We can then drive straight to the garden 
before it gets dark, and the sun disappears."

" 6 o'clock is fine, but then I want to go home because I'm tired." Meena responded.

*

They chatted while riding to Jalal’s home.

Meena asked if he lives alone in his house. 

He replied, " Practically yes, a married couple lives with me 
who are around 50. They are my employees. 

He also works for me in the company but mainly takes care of the 
house with his wife. 

I am a very lazy person, he takes care of the garden and shopping, 
and she takes care of cooking, washing and cleaning, actually she is 
my housekeeper, ".

"Do they live there in your house? " Meena asked.

" Yes and no, they don't live in the main house but in a smaller 
house next door, so practically I live alone. ". He replied.

"So, then you are a real aristocrat, you want to say, is that 
right?" Meena asked and laughed.

"No, no, I am just a lazy old man, ", he laughed and responded.

"Do not repeat and emphasize that you are an old man, 
I think we are always the same age as our inside.
I heard somewhere that 'Getting old is like climbing a mountain, 
you get a little out of breath, but the view is much better!'. 
I mean you are so old that you fell in your heart and… and… at 
this moment you are so old how I feel it about you and that is 
not that you are old...",
", is your family just your son from whom you spoke?", Meena asked.

" Yes but today is a friend of mine at my house, after dinner he leaves.
He ist like brother for me. 
He is my childhood friend, Tahir, who is 5 or 6 years younger than me. 
He is also my ranch neighbour and lives in his ranch. He also 
looks after my son, who lives in my ranch. We are as close relatives."


"Do you think you will have time for a 2–3-days trip in the near future? Jalal asked
I would like to invite you to my ranch and house outside of town.".

Meena asked, "you mean me and Nadir"

Jalal replied, "Can you come to me alone? To be honest, I would definitely 
only do it with you alone, but I meant you and Doki, I know that there is no other 
option, not yet, and by the way, the main thing is that you are there…", he said and laughed.

" What do you mean when you say 'not yet'? You never give up dreaming?" Meena giggled.

" In relation to you, never, until I die. By the way, I am used to imagining my goals first and 
dreaming about them, so I managed to achieve them and make them a reality, I am a visionary..."
, Jalal argued.

Meena interrupted him, "Okay, okay, don’t’ dream yet… I will see if we can find time, 
we don't have anything planned for the week with a Monday holiday, maybe we can manage then...
In any case, thank you for the invitation, "

Jalal’s house was a very huge building, actually a small palace, 

Meena thought, ‘A palace with a dream garden!’.

The house had a very large open front courtyard with a pond 
in the middle of it, and a large backyard.

There stood a newly built but smaller building, and a very 
beautiful flower garden. 
Not an ordinary garden, but a lush, exotic outdoor oasis of 
pleasure where you could go trough for hours, Meena thought. 

An accomplished gardener, an extraordinary paradise with 
lush grass, exotic plants and trees, and even a gentle babbling 
brook, complete with a waterfall. 

Tahir was in garden as they arrived. 
He was shorter than Jalal  and somewhat heavy in the middle. 
He had a great head of curly hair and his face were round and 
brownish from the sun. 

They greeted, Jalal introduced Meena to him, and they shaked hands.

Jalal told Meena they have to talk about ranch and she can 
walk and observe the garden. 

While Meena was walking in the rose garden, the men sat on a 
garden bench and started talking. 

Meena has often noticed that the two are watching her and it 
seems that they are also talking about her and grinning.

Later while dinner, Jalal was already thinking about how to be 
as intimate with her as possible. 
He had to take advantage of the days when her Nadir was not 
in town.

He knew that if he wanted Meena to be a little more relaxed and 
soft, he would have to get her to drink some alcohol. 

He had already noticed that at the first dance evening with 
Nadir, she was much more relaxed.
 
And he had a very good white wine brought from his wine 
cellar.

Shortly after dinner in the dining room they chatted more. 

And later in the library the housekeeper brought a tray of 
wine and other drinks. 
She was a very polite and nice looking woman of about fifty.

They talked about the house and Meena asked Jalal if he had 
bought it or they belonged to his family.

Jalal spoke about his family and emphasized that the house is 
about two hundred years old and his great-grandfather, a 
successful and wealthy businessman bought it about 120 years 
ago. 
His grandmother planted the garden and his father inherited it 
from his grandfather.

They drank wine and continued chatting a while about her work 
, about Nadir and how they met Jalal. 

Tahir and Jalal spoke about their parents and their childhood 
in the country and on the ranch.

Tahir said, " I am very close to Jalal, we did and still do almost 
everything together and know everything about each other,
and we share almost everything since our childhood... ", and he 
laughed.

As Tahir wanted to leave, he told them, "I wish you pleasant 
rest of the evening,", then he looked in Meena's eyes and smiled and said, 
", enjoy you both this warm summer night. 
I hope to see you, young lady, soon in the country.", 
"I heard Jalal invited you to ranch next week, I’ll be 
surely there too to enjoy being there with you and maybe 
being able to serve."

Meena got the impression that Jalal had talked to 
Tahir about her and possibly about his interest in her and God 
knows what else. 

Maybe he also showed him the pictures? She asked herself.
She felt her face suddenly blush and was for a moment ashamed 
that she had thought about this topic.

After Tahir left, they sat, and Meena asked Jalal about Tahir’s life and family. 

He answered that Tahir wanted never to have a family. 
" He is not a family person.
I am different. I would like to have a family or have one again.
He lives alone in the country with his animals and trees and forest,
since I met him, it means always. 
He has and loves a somewhat wild way of life and freedom is the 
most important thing for him. 
For him, the relationships are only temporary and physical and have 
no sentimental meaning. 
Exactly the opposite of me. 
I want to get closer emotionally and I think being in love is very 
important. 

Meena changed the topic, and they spoke again about the garden. "I 
love your garden and I love die roses, " Meena explained.

"Perhaps because you are a part of them," Jalal said and smiled. 

"I love the garden in general, I loved being in the midst of all the 
growing things, I wish the whole world was one huge garden," she added.
 
Jalal looked at her and said, ", my roses need always some definite 
attention, so I gave it them… I carefully water them, clear out the 
squash leaves that were start to get diseased," 

Then he looked at Meena and noticed she is looking deeply at him.

In Jalal’s imagination, at this moment, even as a married woman of 
somebody else Meena was a virgin in the purest sense of the word, 
in every element of her being, and he dared not change 
that roughly, She deserved the most tender handling.

Is this love? he thought and tried to answer…
Then he just told, „Now, I love my flowers..."

"Beautiful, just beautiful your flowers, all of them and your garden,"
, Meena said.

"My paradise,", Jalal replied smiling, as he watches Meena’s 
enthusiasm.
"I call it the Garden of Love and Delight." He added, " But at this 
time and after I met you, in my world, there is a being that is 
more beautiful than my garden, that is you, Meena, " I was able 
to swap it with Doki, my garden for his Meena, ".

" How much wine did you drink, Jalal, you must be completely drunk 
if you want to do business... that would be a loss-making 
business, " and giggled.

" I know that I am not taking any risks, I know my way around,"
You are not just beautiful Meena, you are sweet, kind, loving, 
caring and sometimes very funny. 
You are everything I could ever want in a woman, you are fun to 
be around - and I loved every moment I spend with you. 
I was born perhaps twenty-five years too soon to be your age 
class, and may be fifteen years too late to discover you as a 
free and single woman, Meena, but I am happy to have you, now,  as 
a friend. " 
Jalal said quietly while looking deep in her eyes. 
", do you think Doki will do this deal with me?" He said smiling and 
then winked.
but anytime from now until I’m alive, I'll be happy and content if I
can be more to you than just a friend.
And I will sacrifice a lot for you if it has to be, material things 
mean nothing to me and I have enough for many...
Doki can even have his own hospital if he gives me what I want, 
you…,".

Ther was a call for Jalal on his phone.

As Jalal left the room to answer the call, Meena stood up and 
walked to the bookshelves and started reading the book titles 
and looking more closely at the family photos on the wall next to 
them.

When Jalal came back, he saw that Meena was standing with 
her back to the door. 

Tonight, she was wearing slightly tight jeans with a light-yellow 
silk blouse with a pair of her black 5 cm heel pump sandals.
 
The combination of the shoes, tight jeans 
and her round ass marked for a really hot look. 

To make it even hotter she stood slightly bent over to read 
some book titles in the lower part of the book shelves.

Jalal stopped briefly in the middle of the room, Meena was still 
busy reading. 
His gaze followed her well-shaped body from above down to her 
beautiful back and round buttocks in her white good fitting 
stretch capri-leggings. 

He could see even her slips-line under her pants. 

Jalal thought about and imagined the pictures from the previous 
evening. 

Her incredibly sexy body and her curves, and continued to look 
hungrily at her butts, so close and so hot.

Then he came up behind her. 

She felt his presence behind her, stood up and wanted to turn to him.
 
But before she does that, she felt how he stood closely behind her 
and put and without hesitation his hand on her clothed ass.
 
She was wearing dark cotton pants and silk blouse. 

"Ohh…Meena,.." , he whispered close to her ear.
 

Then he quickly moved his hand down over the curve of 
her ass and in between her legs. 
He started rubbing her pussy through her pants. 
He was rubbing softly but firmly. 

Jalal thought she would push his hand away immediately but she 
didn't. 
Meena was for a moment petrified then she felt how her 
legs buckled. 
She placed a hand on the bookshelf to steady herself. 

"Ummph," she mumbled faintly, Jalal heard.

Jalal could hear her breathing as her eyes closed and she 
swayed back. 
It felt like it was happening in slow motion. "Oh 
my…" she exhaled and whimpered faintly. 
Jalal could actually feel her push herself into his hand. 

He could feel his hand reach the front of her crotch and then back 
again. 
The tight material enabled him to feel her sex. 
He was touching Meena's genitals. 
Through clothes but he was touching Meena's pussy. 

"Jalal we can't. I can not to do this..." Meena said whispering 
and with shaking voice, but at the same time leaned her head 
back and rubbed her cheek against his. 

"This is so wrong. We have to stop." Then she gazed over her 
shoulder and looked at him, with half-closed eyes. 
Meena's eyes seemed to plead with him. 

Her chest heaved in nervous anticipation.

Jalal didn ‘t reply but kept rubbing her pussy through her legs as 
he raised his left hand and brought it up to her breast. 

He cupped her left breast and then moved it over to her right tit.
 
Feeling her hardening nipple in his hand through her silk shirt 
and then back to her right breast giving special attention to her 
hard nipple. 

Meena, was now breathing deeply and gasping 
with a slight moan as he rubbed her nipple. 

Their bodies were rubbing against each other and Jalal pushed 
his hardening long cock against her left ass cheek as his 
hand searched for her clit hidden beneath her clothes. 

He must have found it.

"Aahhh Jalal…," Meena moaned his name softly for the first 
time without trying to stop him. 
But after a short pause,  "AHHHhahhh, Jalal we can't."

Jalal reached down and stroked Meena's clit more urgently. 
He continued to move his hand back forth over her jean ‘s covered 
pussy. 

"Ahhh stop, ahh you have to stop." and she started to try 
to move away from him. 

"Oh!!" she yelped. Meena looked back again, over her shoulder 
at him with terror-filled eyes. 
Her mouth opened and she exhaled. Jala felt she was close 
to cumming. 

Suddenly Meena‘s hands grasped the book shelter and she 
screamed, "Ohh no, ohh, no, I can’t, we can’t…" and 
simultaneously she pushed her pussy against Jalal‘s  hand as 
he stroked the area he thought her clit would be, ""H'uhhh, 
oooohooo God, Jalal!" Meena whined. 

She continued to push her pussy against his hand which was 
rubbing her and she thrusted her breast into his other hand. 

Jala pushed his cock as hard as he could against her butt with 
a slight motion of up and down her ass.

"I'm cumming, shit, we can't do this, no noonono," she gasped, 
then she pushed her mound hard against his hand once more 
and then stopped her pressure, humping of his hand, as he 
continued to stroke her pussy. 

Meena rubbed her cheek against him and Jalal kissed her softly on her cheek. 

She looked back again at him with those hazy eyes. 

"Huh'oh eeeeyeessss, Hoh yesssss,". "Jalal, I'm cumming...I'm cumming, I'm 
cumminggggg!" With that she pulled herself up and began 
shaking.

The crotch of her pants had soaked from her wetness when she 
came. 

Jalal leaned into Meena‘s ear and said "I wanted to have 
you so bad," and gave her a last stroke of her pussy and grope 
of both her tits and nipples and then let her go stepping away 
from her.

Meena let go of the book shelf and turned to him speechless. 

Her nipples were hard pointing out through her shirt. 

Jalal looked at Meena as she coming down from her orgasm. 

Then, she sluggish on shaky legs went and sat on the couch.
 
Jala sat next to her and asked, " Excuse me Meena, I couldn’t 
restrained myself, I had to do it, ", "Would you like something to 
drink? "

"Yes please just water, thank you. But then I really have to leave,".

After drinking Meena looked at her watch and said " It's too late, I 
have to go home now, first, I need sleep and energy for work in the 
morning, and even more importantly, Nadir could call at any moment 
and if I'm not at home then he'll have bad thoughts. 

She looked with sad eyes at him and said, "Can you bring me home? please…".

*

During the trip, Meena had a very bad conscience mixed with a 
feeling of shame. 
But she felt that something had come alive and is still alive in the pit of her belly. 

In the midst of her guilt and rejection, all time in the library while he touched 
her so intimate, she had a feel a kernel of passion and heat…

*   *   *

The next day, Wednesday I didn't have much time to think about home or 
call Meena until late evening. 

When I reached her, it was already around 10 pm and she was in 
the pre-bedtime phase.
We talked very short because she was very tired. 
We talked short about my activities. 

Meena talked about work and that she had a lot to do and 
is very tired. 
I asked if she was happy with the swimming pool and she 
said yes, very much. By the way, she added, today Jalal picked her up 
from work because she was interested in his rose garden, then they went 
to his house, and she hat dinner there. 
He has a very beautiful house and garden with staff. 

His best friend was also present, and she got to know him too. 

All the time, I had the feeling that her voice was a little depressed. 

I asked her if everything okay is. Her answer was, yes sure
.
I thought maybe she was too tired, and I should leave her alone soon 
so, she could rest.

I told her that I love her and miss her, and she wished 
me a pleasant and successful rest days of congress and we ended the 
conversation.

To be continued,

[Lollobionda]

The ‘forbidden fruit’ beckons ...

And Meena cannot resist. 
The closer she gets to the ‘forbidden fruit’, the further she moves away from reason and loyalty.
Her love and affection for Nadir is unbreakable, and there is no shaking that. But ‘carnal’ lust 
and desire turn her head and rob her of her sanity.

In these moments, Nadir is far away ...


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[Blackdick11]

Wow, what an update!

Man, this HORNY old man is taking full advantage of Nadir’s absence... He is really making his move... He's bold, direct, no longer hiding his feelings, letting Meena feel every bit of his burning need for her...Every moment alone with her, he’s revealing more of his hunger, and she can feel it...

[Salir]

Wow, what an update!

Man, this HORNY old man is taking full advantage of Nadir’s absence... He is really making his move... He's bold, direct, no longer hiding his feelings, letting Meena feel every bit of his burning need for her...Every moment alone with her, he’s revealing more of his hunger, and she can feel it...

Thanks friend,

I would like to tell some words about the "old Man, Jalal", just here!

I still like Jalal, as an honest and interesting friend!

First, love follows its own path and does not take anything else into consideration, 

not even social ties, age differences, social differences or any other topics!

Love knows no conditions.

Second: We are men and we have weaknesses and strengths, Jalal too!

He is no longer where we met and is now in his mid-seventies!

We are still in good contact with him after so many years!

[Salir]

[Salir]

The ‘forbidden fruit’ beckons ...

And Meena cannot resist. 
The closer she gets to the ‘forbidden fruit’, the further she moves away from reason and loyalty.
Her love and affection for Nadir is unbreakable, and there is no shaking that. But ‘carnal’ lust 
and desire turn her head and rob her of her sanity.

In these moments, Nadir is far away ...


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

Mein Freund,
Lass mich es mit meiner schwache English ausdrücken, da möchte die anderen auch mitkriegen, was ich empfinde…

Your interpretation and comments are very precise and accurate and with your carefully chosen literary words you can express yourself very well...

Meena is Meena and Meena and Meena
We'll see...

Surely the sun could not stay hidden under the clouds forever...
We will see more and know how far the clouds can cause cold shadows... And how Nadir feels about that should the clouds eventually move aside, 
and above all and more importantly how he can deal with reality.

Bis bald, Alles Liebe,

Salir (Nadir),

[Lollobionda]

Liebe Grüße zurück ...

When the sun sets on the horizon, heaven and earth become one for a moment.
She dives into the hidden, unknown night.
(Meena and her sexual desire)

She slips out of her dark robe with the first rays of day and flows into the day with 
all her warmth and light ...
(Meena and her love for Nadir)


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda

[Lollobionda]

Ist es möglich, dass du die Abschnitte, die Meena geschrieben hat mit:
'Meena's narration' 
beginnst und wenn es zu ende ist wieder mit:
'Nadir's narration'
weiter machst? 

Das wäre optimal.

Lieben Gruß

Lollobionda

[Salir]

Ist es möglich, dass du die Abschnitte, die Meena geschrieben hat mit:
'Meena's narration' 
beginnst und wenn es zu ende ist wieder mit:
'Nadir's narration'
weiter machst? 

Das wäre optimal.

Lieben Gruß

Lollobionda

Danke mein Freund, sehr guter Vorschlag, gerne mache ich das...

Lieben Gruß,

Salir

[Salir]

Yes, 
I am a M.D. and surgeon. 

How I have so much free time as a doctor is firstly because I am working to live and not living to work for several years now! 

Secondly, in the country where I currently live, too much work has no financial advantages, because you then have to feed the 

hungry state more than enough! 

And on top of that, I currently work in a private hospital as a surgeon and I only work 25 hours a week and 

only selectively, then I have more time free for my family and for my narration. 

I hope I have answered a curious friend...

Salir

[Salir]

Upcoming instalment, if you read and look carefully, carries and

shows pure feminine style of writing.
 
Some will find it a bit too long-winded, especially the readers who only look for
eroticism, quick sex, and the usual speed of body union in erotic literature.
 
Personally, I find it masterful, but not only because the author is my wife!
I enjoyed reading it and I hope you do too.
 
I am curious about your comments,
 
Be happy,
Salir,
 

Pond Master 16 (I)
 
Meena’s Narration:    
Thursday afternoon, while still at work, Meena got a call from Jalal.
" I have had difficulty getting two cinema tickets for the film with Al Pacino t
hat is showing in the movie theatre tonight. and I was hoping that you
would be persuaded to go to the cinema with me. It makes me very happy
when you say yes."
 
Meena closed her eyes and tightened her grip on the phone. "I don't know,
Jalal. I'm really not in the mood doing something,"
 
"Em, I know you are surely tired. I know it's been a hard work day. But I
promise we will leave if it's too much for you, ", Jalal insisted.
 
"I'm not tired, I just...I just don't know if I feel like it." Meena responded with
a tired voice.
 
" Em, seriously, please give yourself a chance to recover, and me a chance
to have you with me for a short time," he said, " I tried very hard to get the
tickets".
 
A short silence was there if Meena was thinking.
 
" Okay, if you don't want to go, then I have to accept that.", Jalal adopted a
no-happy tone.
 
Meena had to smile. " "All right, all right. You've forced me into submission,
with your tone and how you sound I can't say no, okay,".
 
Meena flipped the phone shut and leaned her head back against the wall.
 
Why had she agreed to this? She knew how Nadir will think about the
situation when he is informed about it, she did not want to worry him
intentionally, especially when he is not around.
 
This is just a one-time meeting with Jalal and going to the cinema,
tomorrow comes Nadir back and that was it! Nothing
else, she thought.
and so, she calmed down.
 
They arranged to meet at the front door of multiplex, at 6pm. They have then
time to have a small dinner: The start of movie was at 7pm.
 
When she arrived home, she went straight to the bathroom and shaved her
legs.
While she was doing this, she had a crazy idea. She started removing
her pubic hair too until her pussy was completely smooth and soft.
 
She had been planning this for a long time but didn't tell Nadir about it.
 
From time to time, she had rimmed her genitals but never really did it, as far
as she could remember.
 
Then she painted her hand and toenails and used dark red nail polish.
 
After showering, she dragged herself back to her room to look for
something to wear.
 
She went to the closet. She did have a nice summer dress, one she'd
bought to wear to a company function with Ben, but they'd never gone.
 
It was still on the hanger, still in its plastic bag. She pulled it out and laid it on
the bed.
 
Still, she thought about what to wear and remembered what Jalal said about
her skirt that fit her so well and showed her sexy.
 
In the end she decided for a black skirt that goes just above the knee with
a V-neck blouse and sandals with short heels. She took her she also took
her summer blazers with her for later when it gets cooler.
 
After putting on her makeup, she realized that it was high time to get
going. Meena observed herself in the mirror, she knew that no matter what
she wore, she was attractive and there was something about her that
turned every man on.
*
 
Jala was waiting for her at the front door of the multiplex.
"Wow, Meena, you're looking like you're ready to kill, as usual! You know, it's
only a movie, Lady doctor!" he said and put his arm around Meena's waist and
hugged and kisses her cheeks.
 
There was something strange, a curious feeling that Jalal suddenly had upon
seeing Meena.
 
A warmth that seemed to emanate from between his legs, he was excited and
his cock made a twitch!
 
Jalal's eyes involuntarily swept over Meena's body as she shook her head and
smiled.  Those up-thrust breasts and hard nipples which were behind the thin
blouse despite blazer, visible, full hairstyle, tight skirt encasing
her ample hips, thighs and legs, when he moved to the side, he could see the
round ass cheeks straining against the soft tissue of her skirt.
 
What was this? Was she ‘checking him out whether he can resist?’
"That is not for someone or something special, I have to look my best, Jalal, you
never know who you might run into, you know? " Meena said and smiled
playfully, her very white teeth flashing--contrasting brilliantly with the very dark
lipstick.
 
"You look really incredible, Meena! ", he repeated, his admiring expression, he
was truly impressed at how Meena was "decked out" for the night. Anyhow,
Jalal's reflections were broken by the gorgeous brunette in front of her. "Okay,
let's go lady, ".
 
Jalal had reserved a table at a luxury restaurant near to multiplex.
 
In the restaurant their seats were the best in the house: It was a quiet corner
with dimmer ceiling lights and a single lighted candle in the middle of the table.
They ordered a small dinner and Jalal asked for and ordered the best red wine in
the house.
 
When they got up after almost an hour of talking and warming up with wine, only
a third of the bottle was left. Meena drank two and a half glasses, and Jalal a
little more.
*
As they entered the multiplex, quite a few people were milling about, most
it seemed for other movies that were playing. No one was outfitted with fake
hands with knife-like fingers, at least, to Meena's relief.
Jalal handed their tickets to the ticket-taker.
 
They were late and just as they stepped in the lights dimmed down low so only
fire/emergency lighting remained on.
 
They stopped for a moment to gain their bearings and adjust their eyes to the
pale light.
 
The opening credits were showing on the screen.
 
The theatre was maybe a third full, everyone spread out. Jalal noticed that the
back two rows were vacant and taking the lead guided Meena.
 
He sidestepped into the last row and after passing a dozen seats or so, sat
down, Meena plopping down next to him.
 
Jalal, his eyes fully adjusted to the lighting by now, took a quick look at the
audience in front of him.
 
He thought about how many of these men are in the cinema just because
they wanted to spend two hours with their beloved woman.
 
When her bought their tickets on Monday, he knew for him that was the reason
applied without question although was not sure if Meena accepts his invitation.
 
Mena was something special. In a few times that they have met, her behaviour
was like family, as if she was his wife, his girlfriend, there was genuine concern
but along with what Jalal imagined was sexual lust in her voice.
 
Meena not only sexually aroused him by all that he could see of her beautiful
body but also, she sexually titillated him by her warm, kind, and loving manner.
Having known her for just some days, he was already romantically connected to her.
 
He hoped that she wanted to give him more than just sex but also love too.
 
He was even willing to forgo the sex for now, if she'd give him love later. But he
knew that she loved her Nadir.
It was certainly much more difficult to persuade her to enter into a romantic
relationship or a declaration of love than to seduce and possess her sexually.
 
There was no other possibility after Nadir’s coming back.
 
Now was the time for him to make his move, now was the time for him to be
sexually intimate with her and to tell her that he loved her and wanted to be with
her closely.
 
He wanted her, he wanted to conquer her at all costs, but he couldn’t force her.
He didn't want to pressure her for sex.
 
He was warned by her husband. 
He'd much prefer it if she willingly andvoluntarily wanted to give him sex 
as much as he wanted to give her sex.
 
He'd hoped she liked him and sexually wanted him as much as he obviously
liked her and sexually wanted her.

*
To be continued...

[Blackdick11]

Wow, your wife's writing is amazing!
I must say, she really goes into detail and explained things so well.

[Lollobionda]

A great story needs a great starting point, and this story has a great starting point, 
namely, Nadir's fantasy...

He (Nadir) must have realised by now that he has put his Meena, whom he loves more than anything, 
at the mercy of a charmer like Jalal...

Sometimes, when I think about it, I can not help feeling that Meena, *by turning Nadir's fantasy into reality* 
(after the experience with Mansi that almost led to a divorce), is also ‘indirectly’ teaching him a lesson.

A lesson because, *although she enjoys it all*, she sometimes feels like a rotten cheat and Nadir keeps 
putting her in these situations. 


In this sense
All the best

Lollobionda