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

[Lollobionda]

’A New Visit to Bungallow - 23’

The next week went on without any remarkable happenings.

We were, as always, busy in the hospital. Two news were to notice.

First the seriously ill, divorced wife of Mansour died last week and he insisted Meena not to go to the funeral. He told us that his thirteen years old son is now living with him.

Second news was what I heard from Meena about Hamed, her young assistent. He was displaced in another hospital. I was astonished and asked Meena about the reason.

She was a bit upset and told me, it was his decision and she thinks he wants to be farfrom her. 

He was depressed to see her every day without hopes for the future of his love for her! And she added, she is also very unhappy because he was a great help at work.

We decided to have a bank holiday weekend to sea and to use Mansour's cabin, thenext weekend.

But before it, we had a weekend to come, at home...

Sunday came and half an hour before noon Murad, our new, young Gardner came to work. He wore a blue jeans and a T-shirt. I asked him if that is not too hot for jeans, he said no. it is okay.

Meena was all time in the house and just as he entered came out to greet him.

She was busy in the kitchen and I was in my study.

At noon, as I went out, I saw him sitting on the bench and was eating some sandwiches.

I told him next time he doesn’t need to take something to eat, he can eat with us, Meena cooks also for him.

He thanked and said it is okay with him but he will take my offer next time...

Afternoon. Meena said she is going to sunbathe.

I decided to go with. As we were outdoors, I noticed her looking in the direction of Murad some seconds.

I asked curiously: “Is there something?”

She responded: “I am thinking if it's not hot him?”

I giggled and said: “I don't know. You can ask him, have you any idea to cool him off?”

“You are impossible.” She answered while shaking her head, and then sat down on her chair.

The next minutes went by while she was sunbathing with closed eyes and sometimes reading her book.

Murad looked in our direction not often. He was busy to cut the roses.

After half an hour, I stood up and looked at Meena.

She had her eyes shut.

The sun was too hot. I got in the kitchen to have a drink as I came back from the kitchen, I went to the window to look outside and saw Murad has interrupted his work and looking directly at the beautiful creature who was lying there in some feet distance from him on her belly.

I could feel how he felt!

Meena was in a very seductive pose. She was lying stretched out face down on her beach chair next to the pool.

Murad could see her wonderful body.

She had her head turned to the other side and couldn't see him, even if she opened her eyes. Her beautiful hair, and her tanned body, her delicate back and her half nude buttocks, all were very exciting for a young lad.

He was staring at my wife, who was proportionately perfect, not obscenely skinny or fat, but just perfect. 

I could imagine, Murad had a great view of her ass from his vantage point, and of course at this time I realized that when such a young lad, is looking at a thirty years old, sexy woman in her bikini, then naturally his cock is going to get hard!

So I saw he looked at the building where I was standing behind the curtain, he didn’t see me for sure, then he started rubbing his cock through his jeans, while staring at Meena again. 

Then moved slowly to the guest house.

I told him before, if he needed, there is a toilet.

It took some long minutes before he came out and meanwhile I was outdoors and sat down on my chair. As he came out I looked at him and smiled: I knew why he was in! For sure he had masturbated while imagining Meena's sexy Body.

The rest of the afternoon went without any remarkable happening. He left before sunset…

Next Friday we left for Mansour's cabin. We planned to stay there three days, up to Monday.

First we rode to him to get the key of the bungalow.

For the first time we saw him with his family, that means just his thirteen years old son, Reza. 

He was very polite and well educated. He looked not as like as his father, more a slim figure and even in thirteen he was as tall as his father. It had seemed to me that deep in his eyes there is a very strong sadness. But they were beautiful for a young lad and he had very long eyelashes. We stayed about half an hour in their home.

Reza didn't speak too much, he answered just our questions about his education and college.

Mansour was trying all time, not to look too long in Meena's direction. 

I thought he knew that I know everything and after Meena's aggressive and direct reaction while their last meeting, he tries to be careful and not to make any mistake.

As we rode to the coast, Meena told me that she is very pleased from Reza's behavior.

She added that she didn't expect him to look so and to behave so politely, and she was surprised...

Friday afternoon and Saturday up to the evening was very quiet and relaxing. 

Saturday late afternoon I went jogging and as I came back, I saw Meena has visitors. I knew them already. They were a neighbor couple.

I greeted and, after a short shower, I went to them and Meena brought me also a glass of wine. We were sitting outside and the weather was splendid. It was a very pleasant September late afternoon and it was very enjoyable to watch the sinking of the sun in the sea. Our new acquaintance were very nice people. They both were at my age or a bit older. He was a good looking bank manager and she was also in banking. They were from a small near town to our city.

She was a tender type woman with brown short hair and glasses and was very calm.

He was a good looking man with curly dark Brown hair and a very enthusiastic type of speaking. They had newly bought this cabin and took a two week holidays there.

We sat and chatted up to midnight and then they left.

I spoke with Meena about them before to sleep, and asked how it came that she invited them. Meena said he greeted her and asked some normal questions about us, and then his wife came about and Meena invited them for a glass of wine.

She was very pleased to meet them, she added.

The next day our neighbor came to me while swimming and invited us for dinner.

In the evening we were in their home and got a very delicious dinner.

I noticed his interests for Meena from the beginning. But after drinking the wine it was more obvious. He often looked in her eyes and sometime watched hidden from his wife, Meena's sweet Body, carefully.

We came back around midnight. While preparing to go to bed, I told Meena: "He likes you, did you notice it?"

She giggled and responded: "Yes for sure, my baby. I am a woman!"

"And?"

Meena looked at me and said: "And, what?"

"And you?"

"I like him too, but just as a friend. Don’t try to make a dirty story from this!"

"Why dirty?"

“You are a specialist for dirty sex stories and I am not going to involve in. I like her also and I don’t want to do something to hurt her…”

"Okay, we‘ll see what’s coming up!"

“You can imagine what you like, do you like to involve him in your kinky role play games? I have no aversion about this, but in the reality, no way!”

“Now, it is late and we have to sleep! Come to me my hot baby!”

The next day we had to leave. 

When we said goodbye to Siam and his wife, Sharar, they gave us their cell phone number and took ours, to meet each other next time.

While riding home, Meena asked me if I like to see them again.

I responded: "Sure, why not? They are nice people. And he likes you very much and I like her also!" I grinned.

Meena looked at me, I could feel her gaze for some seconds before she spoke: “Okay, now we know more. You can try another word and you’ll see…”

Then she leaned forward and bit me on my arm.

“Ohhh… you are a wild cat!”

“You are going to experience more from this wild cat if you continue to speak.” ….


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