ab tak 42 - Autobiography of the Promiscuous Male

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Evelyn - Pourtgese Goan Slut - Beginning

Though I had high hopes when the new interns were to come that I may be able to net yet another girl, but my hopes were dashed when the girl who came was ugly to say the least and beyond that she had attitude of the world.

My next 5 months in Mumbai were spent mostly in the company of Richa whenever her husband was out and rarely with Savita Bhabhi. Still the hunt was on as I had less sex than I used to in Delhi and then Chennai. Whereas Delhi was a problem of plenty, Chennai was always brimming with Gayathri who either sucked or fucked me 4-5 times a week. And here I was struggling for sex for two days a week.

It was in October of 2002, when our company decided to have a kiosk in one of the shows in World Trade Centre at Cuffe Parade in Mumbai for an event spread over three days. Initially company would have planned something, but by the end of September, it was left to Mumbai team to handle the event and no senior was expected from outside. It was left for me to hire a good Kiosk Assistant, which naturally means a good looking, English speaking female. Through some agencies, Evelyn was shortlisted. Evelyn was a graduate from Mumbai itself but was of Pourtgese Goan Descent. She was dark but with shining flawless skin. And she was 5-5 with right amount of flesh at right places. She had a smile which was easy on the eye. And Jet Black short fluffy curls always danced when she moved her head.

When I met her first day, she acted like a thorough professional kiosk manager. Knew her job well. Looked intelligent enough to handle the crowd, deftly handled the contest that we were running. Came to know that she used to stay in old Villas in Dadar East. (Villa here is misnomer, they are independent houses of sizes less than 1000 Sq. Ft.)

After the first day of exhibition was over, I complimented her for her skills. She graciously accepted my compliments and agreed to my offer for a cup of coffee. In my company car we drove to legendary Olympia Cafe in Colaba. We chatted through the coffee and she was not only intelligent, she was a lot bubbly too. We cracked jokes on each other. She asked me about life in Delhi and Chennai. I asked about her upbringing and all.

And, as is expected from Chivalrous men, when they like a girl, I offered to drop her at her place in Dadar East. Though it is a distance of less than 15KM, it took us more than one hour to reach near her place. And in my clumsy Santro, I popped an unexpected question - "Would it be improper to ask for a kiss on first date?"
She rolled her eyes and said - "Date? Were we on DATE DATE?

"I would assume so, as I liked you."

Evelyn rolled her eyes, smiled coyly and looked out of the window.

It is never dark in Mumbai even though the sun had set, there was enough light on the street. So when my car came to a stop at the place where she said. Evelyn moved her face closer to me, gave a peck on my cheek. This is for today, as it was not a Date Date for me and laughing she went away.

In the night, I smsed her that next day I wanted to take you for a DATE DATE.

She replied her affirmation.

Next day, I took her to the Teapot Cafe and over Roast Chicken & Mashed Patatos, Parsi Stew & Rice, Evelyn got more compliments than she ever did in her life collectively.

I was sure of a kiss this evening and when the car was stopped at the same spot after 9PM. Evelyn brought her face forward, her eyes half closed. I graciously accepted the kiss. I moved my lips on her lips, brought out my tongue to brush her teeth and then covered her lips with my lips. For next few minutes, my tongue explored the inside of her mouth. When I left her despite her dark skin and the darkness inside the car, I vouch for the blush on her face.

"I liked the dessert" was my last compliment for the day.

Next day Evelyn was dressed in a Khaki Skirt which I thought was little too small. It ended just above her knees. The skirt was old but she carried it well alongwith a darkest of pink blouse. The combination was odd, but she looked pretty in it. She was dressed to impress me and was roaming very near me through out the day. Towards afternoon, I told her I wanted to treat her to Sea Lounge Cafe in Taj Mahal Palace but I could afford only a Sandwich and Coffee.

Evelyn had never seen the inside of Taj Mahal Hotel. Neither had I, but on the window seat overlooking Arabian Sea we had coffee. She politely refused Sandwich.

Same routine to same spot took us more than one and a half hour that day and when she kissed me again, I took the liberty of pushing my hand on her thigh. Not that she was the first gal whose thighs were caressed by me, it still ran currents in our body and even when she wanted to break the kiss, I moved my hand on her pussy. There was a small struggle and she broke free by saying STUPID. I countered that she wore Skirt to entice me. She said NO. I again pulled her towards me and kissed her passionately, but this time I targeted her firm breasts. She still recoiled but I continued chewing her lips.

We broke after a while. We both were breathing heavily. As if regretfully we parted ways.


Barely 3 minutes later I smsed "Missing You Already"

We exchanged a lot of SMS while I drove stopped and drove to my own two bedroom house in Navi Mumbai. And by the time I reached my place, I had invited her to my place on Saturday, which she had accepted.

Over next two days, we kept on messaging each other incessantly. And as I had insisted she reached Vashi Station in the same dress on Saturday morning.
Ready to be fucked......