24-07-2020, 05:02 AM
Meena also had the habit of unstrapping her sandals as soon as she would get in the car and only strap it back when it was time to get out. So at least on two occasions, after getting inside the car, she would bend down completely and remained in that position for some time, as she would first unstrap her sandal and later strap it back. I had seen it every time we would move in the car. When we were alone, she would be even more careless and on many such occasions even half or more of her butt crack would be visible. The panties my wife used to wear would help her hide some of the modesty else many times I felt that the way she was careless, she could become completely bare from the back. If our kid was also in the car, she would be slightly more careful but even then, she could not avoid at least some exposure.
So, this was the reason my wife was so adamant about not sitting in front seat of the car with unknown agents. And now she was willing to sit. With Vikas. Who was as unknown as others. Or was he? Had he become known now? I finished my work in office in a few hours and then started heading back towards home. As I got into my car, I remembered what had transpired a few hours ago and that I had promised that I would re-join my wife and Vikas if I finished my work early. So, I called my wife Meena. She picked up the call after 2-3 rings itself and this is how our conversation went.
"Hi, what's up? Finished work?"
"Yes, you tell me? Did you see any new houses? Liked anything?"
"Yes saw two but nothing that you would like to see yet"
"So, where are you now?"
"Just reached home. I had enough for today. I have strictly asked Vikas that this is enough of fooling around and I have to finalize as early as possible"
"So what did he say?"
"He has promised that he will not only look for more options tonight itself but has also talked to many of his other agent friends and asked them to share their deals and they will split the commission"
"Then, what next?"
"So tomorrow is Sunday. I was thinking I will leave early. Say around 9 AM and spend all day going around. Have to finalize tomorrow, even if it takes all day"
"Is Vikas ready to devote his full day for just one client?"
"He better do. He has no other option"
"Is it? Why? Is he under your threat of blackmail? " I said this and laughed mildly
"Shut up."
"Ok, OK. So, what is the plan?"
"We will see houses all day and even do first round of negotiation in some we like. You stay home and baby-sit. We can then meet up at around 6 in the evening and you can see the shortlisted ones and close tomorrow itself"
"Ok. Sounds like a plan. Let's finish it tomorrow"
As we finished the conversation, I had multiple thoughts running in my mind. First, that since I had left them in the afternoon and now, it had been a good 4 hours and they had managed to see just two houses? And to top it all, they had now planned a full day tomorrow? Something was definitely odd. But I could not place a finger on it. At least not yet.
I reached home and soon got busy with the kid and an evening get-together with friends. We were tired by the time our friends left, and also because we had many glasses of drinks, we almost immediately slept off. Next day being a Sunday, there was no hurry to wake up either. But I woke up startled, early the next morning, as I heard some noises in my bedroom. I looked at the watch and saw that it was only 7:30 AM. So, what was the noise about? And then I saw my wife opening the balcony door, the daily ritual when she got up in the morning. But this was way too early for a Sunday morning, I thought. I even said so to her in my sleepy state.
Vikas had replied back to her message. She had read that reply too “Great. We will finish first round of houses by 11, then we can leave for Gurgaon. We need to come back by 4 for the next round”
I was stunned. The whole impression till now was that that they would spend the entire day just looking at houses, and in between perhaps grab a quick lunch. Instead, they had 5 hours of free time! Driving to Gurgaon and coming back would maximum take 2 hours. They still had three hours free!
Meena had read this message too and replied to it as well. “Ok.”
This was the end of the conversation, I presumed, before she had gone off in the bathroom.
There was clearly nothing yet, at least in the spoken words, that pointed out to anything odd. But every unmistakable sign was there. But to be doubly sure, I immediately hit upon on my next idea. I had a small recording device, which I had bought when I was interviewing people for my marketing research project. I put it on, turned on the microphone to maximum setting, and hid it inside her handbag. The recording device had a maximum capacity of recording 8 hours of audio, so it could conceivably last the whole day. I was not sure of how much the battery would last but that was the best I could manage in that short while. I hoped that when she came back, I would be able to catch at least some of their spoken conversation and get a sense of the real deal!
Meena soon came out and was ready to leave.
I asked, “you are leaving so early. What about lunch, etc.?”
“Ya, that is there. Perhaps will catch a quick bite of something”
And with that she went off. I wished her well in a rather enigmatic way “Enjoy.”
She smiled, waved me a bye and went away!
As she turned away from me, my heart skipped a beat. Even when she was walking straight, it was obvious she was without a panty. My eyes then fell on her sandals. She had chosen a sandal which had those multiple ropes which needed a lot of time to tie. Which meant that every time she bent to strap it and unstrap it, she would need to remain bent for a much longer time. And then I remembered why she was worried about being panty less. Not because it would expose her in any way. But because if she got wet, then her jeans would be spoilt! Was she expecting that to happen today?
The die had been cast. All I could do now was wait.
So, this was the reason my wife was so adamant about not sitting in front seat of the car with unknown agents. And now she was willing to sit. With Vikas. Who was as unknown as others. Or was he? Had he become known now? I finished my work in office in a few hours and then started heading back towards home. As I got into my car, I remembered what had transpired a few hours ago and that I had promised that I would re-join my wife and Vikas if I finished my work early. So, I called my wife Meena. She picked up the call after 2-3 rings itself and this is how our conversation went.
"Hi, what's up? Finished work?"
"Yes, you tell me? Did you see any new houses? Liked anything?"
"Yes saw two but nothing that you would like to see yet"
"So, where are you now?"
"Just reached home. I had enough for today. I have strictly asked Vikas that this is enough of fooling around and I have to finalize as early as possible"
"So what did he say?"
"He has promised that he will not only look for more options tonight itself but has also talked to many of his other agent friends and asked them to share their deals and they will split the commission"
"Then, what next?"
"So tomorrow is Sunday. I was thinking I will leave early. Say around 9 AM and spend all day going around. Have to finalize tomorrow, even if it takes all day"
"Is Vikas ready to devote his full day for just one client?"
"He better do. He has no other option"
"Is it? Why? Is he under your threat of blackmail? " I said this and laughed mildly
"Shut up."
"Ok, OK. So, what is the plan?"
"We will see houses all day and even do first round of negotiation in some we like. You stay home and baby-sit. We can then meet up at around 6 in the evening and you can see the shortlisted ones and close tomorrow itself"
"Ok. Sounds like a plan. Let's finish it tomorrow"
As we finished the conversation, I had multiple thoughts running in my mind. First, that since I had left them in the afternoon and now, it had been a good 4 hours and they had managed to see just two houses? And to top it all, they had now planned a full day tomorrow? Something was definitely odd. But I could not place a finger on it. At least not yet.
I reached home and soon got busy with the kid and an evening get-together with friends. We were tired by the time our friends left, and also because we had many glasses of drinks, we almost immediately slept off. Next day being a Sunday, there was no hurry to wake up either. But I woke up startled, early the next morning, as I heard some noises in my bedroom. I looked at the watch and saw that it was only 7:30 AM. So, what was the noise about? And then I saw my wife opening the balcony door, the daily ritual when she got up in the morning. But this was way too early for a Sunday morning, I thought. I even said so to her in my sleepy state.
"Why are you opening the doors so early? Have you forgotten today is Sunday?"
"No I have not forgotten. But you seem to have forgotten our chat yesterday. Did I not tell you that I will leave early today to look for houses all day? But you don't worry, I will get ready quietly, you go back to sleep"
But my sleep was now gone. So, this was really happening. As Meena went in the bathroom to take a bath, I sat up and started to think through all that had happened in the past few days.
Was this finally happening? My wife, who although not really lazy, but not a workaholic either, getting up at 7:30 AM on a Sunday morning when we had a late-night party the previous night? For what? For something as mundane as checking out houses on rent? This was new. This was unlike her. So, what had happened in the past few days that had changed her? Made her enthusiastic enough to do this?
The more I thought of this, the more the imagery of my wife sitting in the front seat of Vikas's car, bending down to strap her sandals, kept flashing in my mind. Surely Meena was not unaware that when she did that then what was on display? We ourselves had talked about this many time when I was on the driver's seat. I had grabbed her ass countless number of times in such situations. Many times, I had fingered her from behind even as she was strapping back her sandals, just before stepping out from the car. One of my favorite moments immediately flashed in my mind. We had gone for a weekend getaway in a farmhouse resort in Manesar, on the outskirts of Gurgaon. As we reached the hotel, Meena bent down to strap back the sandals. That day she was wearing an ultra-low waist jeans, so as she bent down, her entire ass came in view. The fact that she was wearing a thong, made it even more appealing. Unable to resist, I immediately ran my hand over it and at that very moment the usher in the resort opened her side of the door to help her out. His eyes immediately fell my hand and when he saw what I was doing, a big smile spread across his face. It was his smile that made me realize what he was seeing. Meena too realized what the usher was seeing. But she could hardly create a scene when her own husband was groping her! I reasoned with myself that removing my hand would be more scandalous as currently he was only seeing my hand, if I removed it, he would see her entire ass! Eventually she got up, but instead of being angry, she smiled at me and the usher, who smiled back even more. But when we reached our room, she lashed out at me. All my protestations that I was actually covering her modesty fell on deaf years. I even ribbed her that was she protesting so much because I had deprived her of a chance to show off her naked ass to the usher? She hit me even harder when I said this and it took all my persuasion skills to calm her down. Of course, later that night, we had a wild round of sex.
So, it was not as if she was unaware of the effect she has when she sits in the front seat. Which is perhaps exactly why she had refused in the first place to do so with other agents. And then came Vikas. And now she was going to literally spend the whole day with him! My mind was on fire. Part excited at the possibility of what I had always wanted and part at the audacity of it all.
The more I thought of it, the more I was sure that I had to be certain of what was happening? Was something really happening or was I just get excited at imagined scenarios. I suddenly saw a buzz in Meena's phone, and a blue light blinking from the indicator. It meant a new message had arrived. We had an unwritten rule among ourselves till then that we never checked each other’s phones or messages. Although we had the lock passwords of our phones shared, in case of any emergency, but we never misused it to pry on each other. But this day, I broke that understanding. On a hunch, I picked up her phone.
It was a WhatsApp message. From Vikas. Just two sentences. I could read what was in the message even without opening the chat, so that when Meena saw her phone, it would look unopened. It read, “Good morning. Ready for today?”.
In themselves these two sentences were innocuous. But they confirmed many things. That she was indeed going with Vikas. That she would go in his car. The sentences themselves were framed in a very intelligent way. Not mentioning what was the actual work during the day. Not suggesting anything odd either. Just a simple – ready for today, and left hanging at that. Choose your own meaning!
"No I have not forgotten. But you seem to have forgotten our chat yesterday. Did I not tell you that I will leave early today to look for houses all day? But you don't worry, I will get ready quietly, you go back to sleep"
But my sleep was now gone. So, this was really happening. As Meena went in the bathroom to take a bath, I sat up and started to think through all that had happened in the past few days.
Was this finally happening? My wife, who although not really lazy, but not a workaholic either, getting up at 7:30 AM on a Sunday morning when we had a late-night party the previous night? For what? For something as mundane as checking out houses on rent? This was new. This was unlike her. So, what had happened in the past few days that had changed her? Made her enthusiastic enough to do this?
The more I thought of this, the more the imagery of my wife sitting in the front seat of Vikas's car, bending down to strap her sandals, kept flashing in my mind. Surely Meena was not unaware that when she did that then what was on display? We ourselves had talked about this many time when I was on the driver's seat. I had grabbed her ass countless number of times in such situations. Many times, I had fingered her from behind even as she was strapping back her sandals, just before stepping out from the car. One of my favorite moments immediately flashed in my mind. We had gone for a weekend getaway in a farmhouse resort in Manesar, on the outskirts of Gurgaon. As we reached the hotel, Meena bent down to strap back the sandals. That day she was wearing an ultra-low waist jeans, so as she bent down, her entire ass came in view. The fact that she was wearing a thong, made it even more appealing. Unable to resist, I immediately ran my hand over it and at that very moment the usher in the resort opened her side of the door to help her out. His eyes immediately fell my hand and when he saw what I was doing, a big smile spread across his face. It was his smile that made me realize what he was seeing. Meena too realized what the usher was seeing. But she could hardly create a scene when her own husband was groping her! I reasoned with myself that removing my hand would be more scandalous as currently he was only seeing my hand, if I removed it, he would see her entire ass! Eventually she got up, but instead of being angry, she smiled at me and the usher, who smiled back even more. But when we reached our room, she lashed out at me. All my protestations that I was actually covering her modesty fell on deaf years. I even ribbed her that was she protesting so much because I had deprived her of a chance to show off her naked ass to the usher? She hit me even harder when I said this and it took all my persuasion skills to calm her down. Of course, later that night, we had a wild round of sex.
So, it was not as if she was unaware of the effect she has when she sits in the front seat. Which is perhaps exactly why she had refused in the first place to do so with other agents. And then came Vikas. And now she was going to literally spend the whole day with him! My mind was on fire. Part excited at the possibility of what I had always wanted and part at the audacity of it all.
The more I thought of it, the more I was sure that I had to be certain of what was happening? Was something really happening or was I just get excited at imagined scenarios. I suddenly saw a buzz in Meena's phone, and a blue light blinking from the indicator. It meant a new message had arrived. We had an unwritten rule among ourselves till then that we never checked each other’s phones or messages. Although we had the lock passwords of our phones shared, in case of any emergency, but we never misused it to pry on each other. But this day, I broke that understanding. On a hunch, I picked up her phone.
It was a WhatsApp message. From Vikas. Just two sentences. I could read what was in the message even without opening the chat, so that when Meena saw her phone, it would look unopened. It read, “Good morning. Ready for today?”.
In themselves these two sentences were innocuous. But they confirmed many things. That she was indeed going with Vikas. That she would go in his car. The sentences themselves were framed in a very intelligent way. Not mentioning what was the actual work during the day. Not suggesting anything odd either. Just a simple – ready for today, and left hanging at that. Choose your own meaning!
As I was contemplating this, another message came from Vikas. “What plans for lunch by the way? Should we drive towards Gurgaon and then come back or in Delhi itself?”
So Vikas was constantly planning for the day. But none of his messages were about the actual work that they had ostensibly planned. In fact, it was a surprise to me that he could even message on such things. Having lunch during the day was normal if they were out all day. But this was not that working lunch one has? This was a planned lunch. And it was clear that too much work was not on Vikas’s mind else why would he drive all the way to Gurgaon and then come back? The possibilities inherent in the situation was making me go mad. I had always wanted Meena to move down this path. It would make my life easier if I ever got caught. I could always turn back and tell her, but so do you! This was the first time, at least in my recollection, where an opening had presented itself. Should I let things flow in the natural course and see what happens? Or should I give it a little push. Also, I had to know what was happening. And that is when a devilish plan came up in my mind. And I went about executing it.
Our bedroom has two big closets - one used by me and the other by my wife. The design in each closet is such that there is a large drawer space on one side of the closet, and then a series of smaller drawers, stacked one above the other, on the other side of the closet. These smaller drawers were used for organizing similar kind of clothing in one place - for example one drawer only had her panties, another only her bras, one only had socks, the fourth only dupattas and stoles and so on. I was, on this day, interested in the drawer where she kept her panties.
Meena was still in the bathroom. She always took unusually long to finish her morning bath. So, I knew I had time. I brought my tool box, and using a set of screw drivers, I screwed out the stopper that prevents the drawer from completely pulling out as one draws it out. I tested it. If unaware, and you pulled it out like every day, without knowing that the stopper had been removed, the drawer would come out completely and most likely fall on the ground. On the ground, in a strategic location, I then kept a bottle full of water, but very loosely capped. The plan was ready and with that I went back to bed, pretending to be still sleepy, although in a semi-disturbed state.
Meena came after a while, having finished her bath. As she was standing in front of the dressing table, completely nude, I had the opportunity to look at her again. In new light. Although 38, there was none of the negative effects of ageing on her, only the positive side effects. And what a voluptuous figure she had! 5'5'' in height, tall slim figure, nice round breasts, broad hips and a beautiful flat belly delightfully centered with a deep dark navel. There was not even a strand of unwanted hair on her body. The armpits were completely and freshly shaved. As was her pubic area. I saw her reflection in the mirror. Although Meena shaving off her pubic area was not new, since I liked it that way, still it is not as if she did it very regularly. But she had done it today.
As she straightened her hair, I could not help but feel proud that that this beauty was my exclusive property, till now. Although I have had sex with many women, some of them with drop-dead gorgeous figures, but at that moment, I sweared, Meena could compete and come out trumps against any of those in a nude body competition!
So Vikas was constantly planning for the day. But none of his messages were about the actual work that they had ostensibly planned. In fact, it was a surprise to me that he could even message on such things. Having lunch during the day was normal if they were out all day. But this was not that working lunch one has? This was a planned lunch. And it was clear that too much work was not on Vikas’s mind else why would he drive all the way to Gurgaon and then come back? The possibilities inherent in the situation was making me go mad. I had always wanted Meena to move down this path. It would make my life easier if I ever got caught. I could always turn back and tell her, but so do you! This was the first time, at least in my recollection, where an opening had presented itself. Should I let things flow in the natural course and see what happens? Or should I give it a little push. Also, I had to know what was happening. And that is when a devilish plan came up in my mind. And I went about executing it.
Our bedroom has two big closets - one used by me and the other by my wife. The design in each closet is such that there is a large drawer space on one side of the closet, and then a series of smaller drawers, stacked one above the other, on the other side of the closet. These smaller drawers were used for organizing similar kind of clothing in one place - for example one drawer only had her panties, another only her bras, one only had socks, the fourth only dupattas and stoles and so on. I was, on this day, interested in the drawer where she kept her panties.
Meena was still in the bathroom. She always took unusually long to finish her morning bath. So, I knew I had time. I brought my tool box, and using a set of screw drivers, I screwed out the stopper that prevents the drawer from completely pulling out as one draws it out. I tested it. If unaware, and you pulled it out like every day, without knowing that the stopper had been removed, the drawer would come out completely and most likely fall on the ground. On the ground, in a strategic location, I then kept a bottle full of water, but very loosely capped. The plan was ready and with that I went back to bed, pretending to be still sleepy, although in a semi-disturbed state.
Meena came after a while, having finished her bath. As she was standing in front of the dressing table, completely nude, I had the opportunity to look at her again. In new light. Although 38, there was none of the negative effects of ageing on her, only the positive side effects. And what a voluptuous figure she had! 5'5'' in height, tall slim figure, nice round breasts, broad hips and a beautiful flat belly delightfully centered with a deep dark navel. There was not even a strand of unwanted hair on her body. The armpits were completely and freshly shaved. As was her pubic area. I saw her reflection in the mirror. Although Meena shaving off her pubic area was not new, since I liked it that way, still it is not as if she did it very regularly. But she had done it today.
As she straightened her hair, I could not help but feel proud that that this beauty was my exclusive property, till now. Although I have had sex with many women, some of them with drop-dead gorgeous figures, but at that moment, I sweared, Meena could compete and come out trumps against any of those in a nude body competition!
Soon she dried herself and then I saw her moving towards her closet. She picked her dress carefully. Among them was that same ultra-low waist jeans that she had worn when we had gone on that weekend getaway! Wow I thought. It was really happening! And then she moved towards the side drawers to pick her undergarments. And that is when my devilish plan executed itself to perfection.
As she pulled the drawer in which she kept her panties, applying the same force that she would on any normal day, the drawer came out in full force and with no stopper to inhibit its momentum, it came out fully and fell with a thud on the ground! But that was only part of the plan. The second part also came into play.
As the drawer fell on the ground, it hit the water bottle which also tumbled and the entire water spilled in the same place that her panties had fallen from the drawer.
For a moment Meena was stunned. I too pretended to wake up from the sound and ask in a startled voice "What happened?"
"Don't know what happened, but the stupid drawer came out fully and fell on the ground"
"Oh! Ok, we will call the carpenter during the day and get it fixed! "
"That is all right but what do I do now?"
"Why? What is the problem?"
"Can't you see? I have to go out now. It's almost time. But all my panties are soaked now. Don't know who had kept a water bottle here? Must have been you"
"Common don't be ridiculous. Did I know that you would break the drawer?"
"yeah, but my panties are now spoiled. What do I wear now? How do I go out?"
"What is there to think so much about this? Don't wear a panty. who will come to know what you are wearing or not wearing inside? And in case you don't want to go like that then postpone. Go tomorrow"
I saw that Meena was clearly in a dilemma. Not knowing what to do. She sat on the edge of the bed, clearly angry at the turn of the events and deciding on what to do?
“Arey today was a good today to get this done. You can be at home all day and take care of the kid while I can devote all my attention. From tomorrow again working day and then the same restrictions of coming back home early to receive the kid and so on…”
“So I already gave you the solution. For a day, don’t wear any panty. Who will come to know?”
“Stupid person, panty is not worn just to protect yourself from others but also for own hygiene”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that if I see a hot hunk on the road and get wet, then the panty will soak my flowing juices and not wet by jeans, you idiot”
“So why is that a problem. Even if you come back with soaked jeans, I won’t mind”
Meena looked at me strangely, realized I was teasing her and then threw the pillow at me in mock anger.
“Accha, what do you want?”
“Give me a solution”
“Seriously, you know this getting wet think is bunk. Yes, it will initially feel a little odd without a panty but then you will get used to it within minutes and then it will be all right.”
I purposefully did not advise her to change her ultra-low-waist jeans, nor advised her to wear anything Indian like a Salwar kameez or even a long top. I was waiting to see if she herself would come up with these solutions.
She thought for a while. And then she said “Ok, if you say. I cannot let the opportunity go”
With that choice of words, she went on to dress herself. She wore exactly the same jeans that she had picked earlier and exactly the same top – which barely came up to the jeans waist – so when she would bend, she would be on display. Today, not even a panty to hide her modesty.
I went to the kitchen to fix a cup of tea for myself as she was getting dressed. When I came back with the tea, I saw the she was again in the bathroom, to give final finishing touches to her makeup. My eyes looked for her phone. It was lying on the bed. I checked it in a flash. She has read the messages from Vikas. And replied too.
“Let’s go to Gurgaon for lunch”. So, she had agreed drive down with Vikas to Gurgaon, even after the panty disaster! Clearly, she was aware of what she was doing.As she pulled the drawer in which she kept her panties, applying the same force that she would on any normal day, the drawer came out in full force and with no stopper to inhibit its momentum, it came out fully and fell with a thud on the ground! But that was only part of the plan. The second part also came into play.
As the drawer fell on the ground, it hit the water bottle which also tumbled and the entire water spilled in the same place that her panties had fallen from the drawer.
For a moment Meena was stunned. I too pretended to wake up from the sound and ask in a startled voice "What happened?"
"Don't know what happened, but the stupid drawer came out fully and fell on the ground"
"Oh! Ok, we will call the carpenter during the day and get it fixed! "
"That is all right but what do I do now?"
"Why? What is the problem?"
"Can't you see? I have to go out now. It's almost time. But all my panties are soaked now. Don't know who had kept a water bottle here? Must have been you"
"Common don't be ridiculous. Did I know that you would break the drawer?"
"yeah, but my panties are now spoiled. What do I wear now? How do I go out?"
"What is there to think so much about this? Don't wear a panty. who will come to know what you are wearing or not wearing inside? And in case you don't want to go like that then postpone. Go tomorrow"
I saw that Meena was clearly in a dilemma. Not knowing what to do. She sat on the edge of the bed, clearly angry at the turn of the events and deciding on what to do?
“Arey today was a good today to get this done. You can be at home all day and take care of the kid while I can devote all my attention. From tomorrow again working day and then the same restrictions of coming back home early to receive the kid and so on…”
“So I already gave you the solution. For a day, don’t wear any panty. Who will come to know?”
“Stupid person, panty is not worn just to protect yourself from others but also for own hygiene”
“What does that mean?”
“It means that if I see a hot hunk on the road and get wet, then the panty will soak my flowing juices and not wet by jeans, you idiot”
“So why is that a problem. Even if you come back with soaked jeans, I won’t mind”
Meena looked at me strangely, realized I was teasing her and then threw the pillow at me in mock anger.
“Accha, what do you want?”
“Give me a solution”
“Seriously, you know this getting wet think is bunk. Yes, it will initially feel a little odd without a panty but then you will get used to it within minutes and then it will be all right.”
I purposefully did not advise her to change her ultra-low-waist jeans, nor advised her to wear anything Indian like a Salwar kameez or even a long top. I was waiting to see if she herself would come up with these solutions.
She thought for a while. And then she said “Ok, if you say. I cannot let the opportunity go”
With that choice of words, she went on to dress herself. She wore exactly the same jeans that she had picked earlier and exactly the same top – which barely came up to the jeans waist – so when she would bend, she would be on display. Today, not even a panty to hide her modesty.
I went to the kitchen to fix a cup of tea for myself as she was getting dressed. When I came back with the tea, I saw the she was again in the bathroom, to give final finishing touches to her makeup. My eyes looked for her phone. It was lying on the bed. I checked it in a flash. She has read the messages from Vikas. And replied too.
Vikas had replied back to her message. She had read that reply too “Great. We will finish first round of houses by 11, then we can leave for Gurgaon. We need to come back by 4 for the next round”
I was stunned. The whole impression till now was that that they would spend the entire day just looking at houses, and in between perhaps grab a quick lunch. Instead, they had 5 hours of free time! Driving to Gurgaon and coming back would maximum take 2 hours. They still had three hours free!
Meena had read this message too and replied to it as well. “Ok.”
This was the end of the conversation, I presumed, before she had gone off in the bathroom.
There was clearly nothing yet, at least in the spoken words, that pointed out to anything odd. But every unmistakable sign was there. But to be doubly sure, I immediately hit upon on my next idea. I had a small recording device, which I had bought when I was interviewing people for my marketing research project. I put it on, turned on the microphone to maximum setting, and hid it inside her handbag. The recording device had a maximum capacity of recording 8 hours of audio, so it could conceivably last the whole day. I was not sure of how much the battery would last but that was the best I could manage in that short while. I hoped that when she came back, I would be able to catch at least some of their spoken conversation and get a sense of the real deal!
Meena soon came out and was ready to leave.
I asked, “you are leaving so early. What about lunch, etc.?”
“Ya, that is there. Perhaps will catch a quick bite of something”
And with that she went off. I wished her well in a rather enigmatic way “Enjoy.”
She smiled, waved me a bye and went away!
As she turned away from me, my heart skipped a beat. Even when she was walking straight, it was obvious she was without a panty. My eyes then fell on her sandals. She had chosen a sandal which had those multiple ropes which needed a lot of time to tie. Which meant that every time she bent to strap it and unstrap it, she would need to remain bent for a much longer time. And then I remembered why she was worried about being panty less. Not because it would expose her in any way. But because if she got wet, then her jeans would be spoilt! Was she expecting that to happen today?
The die had been cast. All I could do now was wait.
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