07-12-2018, 09:53 PM
Chapter 3
I was extremely excited about my dinner date, coming Sunday. However as the days passed the excitement became more of butterflies in the stomach, as I had no clue to what to expect for and I started asking myself a lot of questions. For other than the few messages from Vani, there has been no additional contact. I had my doubts, was it just me or was the feeling / excitement mutual. Somehow before I could get a grasp on things, it was Sunday. I was getting ready to meet Vani. The more I thought, the more unclear things were. So I decided to go with the flow and let fate decide the rest of the day and stopped over-thinking things.
On the way to the restaurant, I stopped by the Florist and picked up a dozen of long stemmed Red Roses, just blooming. I reached the restaurant a bit earlier than the appointed hour, and was waiting for Vani’s arrival. Time passed and it was 30 mins past the appointed hour and I was looking at watch and my mobile to see if there was any message from Vani… Nothing… all my doubts started coming back to me… and then all of a sudden, there was gust of wind and when I turned my head to look up, there was a silhouette of a women walking up the cobblestoned pavement. I could not see clearly her face against the gleaming evening sun, just before sunset and all I could make out was that sensual hour-glass figure of 36-28-38. My spirits rose inside me and me with it. I could see her pallu fluttering in the gust of wind and she managing to hold it in place.
As she came closer, that black silhouette bloomed into the silhouette of Vani etched in my memory. The first thing that hit me was her sweet yet exotic fragrance and as I breathed in her fragrance, I suddenly became blank. I had a feeling of life freezing for a second.. rather minutes and there was deafening sound rendering it, completely impossible to do any other thing than to stare at this approaching beauty… and that too what a beauty… Dbangd in a semi-transparent free flowing red saree and a very sensually tailored yellow sleeveless blouse. It just had a thin strand over her shoulders and a deep plunging neckline. Gurl she was not wearing any bra. “No bra to the first dinner date… naughty girl” I thought to myself.
Vani came near me and I was still in the same semi-stunned state and she called out “Deepuk…. hello…what’z happening”… Regaining a bit of consciousness, I said “No.. nothing… Welcome Vani” and I bent on one knee to give her the red roses. She was quite pleased with the red roses and said “Thanks deepuk”. When I got up, I saw something on her feet, that perturbed me, but I choose to ignore it (at least for the moment).
“Vani, nee rombha azhaga irukurae. intha red saree unnaku rombha superba iruku… enna oru maatram from last time… annaiku oru karuppu party dresslae enna thaakunae… innaikku devadai polae vanthu irukurae de” (Vani you are very beautiful. This red saree suits you well. What a change from our last encounter, you killed me in that black party wear the last time and today you look like an angel in this red saree)
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Vani blushed on hearing this. We then went into the restaurant and the server showed us the way to the corner table upfront. He lit that candle and left us to settle in. Playing the chivalrous host, I helped Vani settle in and then I sat right in front of her.
We ordered for 2 glasses of red wine to start with. The atmosphere was tense, yet pleasurable. There she was; the woman of my dreams sitting in such close quarters right in front of me… the red roses, the candle-light, the fine Bordeaux red wine and beyond all Vani, a proof that angels live amongst us. There was a certain alchemy in those looks that we exchanged and sparks were flying in all directions. I raised the glass for a toast and Vani joined in and said “to us” and I joined “to us”. People you should have seen the expression on her face when she toasted and that when I joined in the same toast. It was a sensual smile with a little bit of the inner lower lip biting sending a lot of sensual signals.
After the first sip into the red wine, I took the courage and held her hands and looked directly into her eyes. Again People, it was so hard to refrain from taking a stealing look down her blouse lines… the no bra thing got confirmed, as there was no bra lines beneath that skimpy yellow blouse of hers and that plunging neck-line. I guess, I was scoring my points with Vani, as she really liked that my eyes did not take deviations and it was frank and direct.
I had so many questions to ask Vani, but now I did not care to remember any of those questions. All I could do was look into her deep black beautiful eyes and spend the rest of the evening purely drinking the sensual elixir that was flowing down her eyes.
Describe Vani’s face... Task impossible even for the most romantic of romantics. Her beauty is beyond the comprehension of earthly beings, for she is the personification of beauty. She had her waist long black wavy hair straightened out at the top and ending with those beautiful curls at the bottom, perfectly complimenting her attire. She wore a red bindi (pottu) styled in the change of a moon right between her 2 high raising curved eye-brows. She had applied slight smoky effect on her eye-lids and those eye-lashes so long and sensual. I have read of women having beautiful eyes “Meen pondra kangal” (eyes like that of a fish), but here I was sitting in-front of her, sporting eyes so beautiful. She wore big Chandbali styled antique ear-rings with pearls and white-stone studs. Each time she moved, her ear rings danced in rhythm. Her nose straight and perfectly centered. Those lips so perfect shaped and curved.. so delectably luscious and full that I had to do hard to contain myself from plunging right there to kiss those lips and suck the juice out of them.. Vani had applied that red liquid lipstick, so perfectly to accentuate her beauty and all I could think of was how I can smudge it with a deep French kiss.
The moment when I touched her hands, there was a moment of intense electric charge that passed through my body. It was a completely different feeling. Her perfectly manicured hands and that deep red nail polish applied to the dot, sent a tingle down my spine. As I held her hands, I started caressing her palms with my thumbs. Hands so soft, almost baby soft that I could not stop caressing her palms. I guess it was sending some tingles down Vani that her eyes started to look deeper into mine and the biting of her lower lips, showed that she too was getting excited by the caress.
Holding hands and looking into the beautiful eyes of a beauty… I bet if anyone could strike a conversation beyond that… but was it necessary as it was our eyes who were doing the all the talking… her eyes were not just extra-ordinarily beautiful, but one of the most expressive ones. The way in which she rolled her eyes, the winking of eyes and those eye-lashes dancing in a flutter and the kaajal lining of her inner eye lips so sensually accentuating her beauty… As a small kid in front of the chocolate factory, I was just meandering in that sensual river of Vani’s beauty.
Dinner was served and it was delicious, but little did it arouse my taste buds, as the sole source of my arousal was right there in front of me. We had excellent service as the server was very considerate, at times I thought overly considerate and I could completely understand as each time he came to serve us, he was getting more than an eyeful, down that plunging neckline.
Tough I was having the time of my life, I could not simply forget what I saw earlier. So clearing my voice, I asked her,
Me: “Vani, can I ask you something”
Vani: “Yes..”
Me: “Don’t take me wrong, are you married”
Vani: “hmmm… why do you ask so..”
Me: “When I bent to give you the roses this evening, I saw a ring around your toes and it got me thinking”
Vani: “Yes, I am married”
On hearing this, Vani noticed that disappointment in my eyes. Sensing this, Vani added
Vani: “But Deepuk, is it a problem”
I kept quiet.
Vani: “I got married to Kadir, 5 years back. He is a New York based investment banker. A very open person. He always pushes me to try new things and enjoy new experiences. He travels a lot and …” she smiled.. I could understand the meaning of the smile and it sort of bought a ray of hope back into my eyes.
Sensing this, Vani did something next for which I was least prepared for. Removing her heels, she pushed her feet right up my thighs and started caressing by inner thighs. I was a bit shocked by this sudden escalation. I was a bit startled, but I liked this turn of events and accepted to travel with the flow.
Vani: “You know… Kadir is a very open person and wants to have an open relationship.” In parallel, she was caressing my thighs and her legs had almost reached by crotch and all this unexpected arousal had made my manhood jump into action and her toes were teasing the tip of my manhood over my pants. It was so hot and if not for the table cloth, anyone could have had an open view of what naughty action that was going on under the table, while we were still holding our hands, with me caressing her inner palms and our eyes-locked in a love battle over the table.
After dinner, when we got up to go out, Vani whispered in my ears, “Follow me, Kadir is waiting for us”
I was extremely excited about my dinner date, coming Sunday. However as the days passed the excitement became more of butterflies in the stomach, as I had no clue to what to expect for and I started asking myself a lot of questions. For other than the few messages from Vani, there has been no additional contact. I had my doubts, was it just me or was the feeling / excitement mutual. Somehow before I could get a grasp on things, it was Sunday. I was getting ready to meet Vani. The more I thought, the more unclear things were. So I decided to go with the flow and let fate decide the rest of the day and stopped over-thinking things.
On the way to the restaurant, I stopped by the Florist and picked up a dozen of long stemmed Red Roses, just blooming. I reached the restaurant a bit earlier than the appointed hour, and was waiting for Vani’s arrival. Time passed and it was 30 mins past the appointed hour and I was looking at watch and my mobile to see if there was any message from Vani… Nothing… all my doubts started coming back to me… and then all of a sudden, there was gust of wind and when I turned my head to look up, there was a silhouette of a women walking up the cobblestoned pavement. I could not see clearly her face against the gleaming evening sun, just before sunset and all I could make out was that sensual hour-glass figure of 36-28-38. My spirits rose inside me and me with it. I could see her pallu fluttering in the gust of wind and she managing to hold it in place.
As she came closer, that black silhouette bloomed into the silhouette of Vani etched in my memory. The first thing that hit me was her sweet yet exotic fragrance and as I breathed in her fragrance, I suddenly became blank. I had a feeling of life freezing for a second.. rather minutes and there was deafening sound rendering it, completely impossible to do any other thing than to stare at this approaching beauty… and that too what a beauty… Dbangd in a semi-transparent free flowing red saree and a very sensually tailored yellow sleeveless blouse. It just had a thin strand over her shoulders and a deep plunging neckline. Gurl she was not wearing any bra. “No bra to the first dinner date… naughty girl” I thought to myself.
Vani came near me and I was still in the same semi-stunned state and she called out “Deepuk…. hello…what’z happening”… Regaining a bit of consciousness, I said “No.. nothing… Welcome Vani” and I bent on one knee to give her the red roses. She was quite pleased with the red roses and said “Thanks deepuk”. When I got up, I saw something on her feet, that perturbed me, but I choose to ignore it (at least for the moment).
“Vani, nee rombha azhaga irukurae. intha red saree unnaku rombha superba iruku… enna oru maatram from last time… annaiku oru karuppu party dresslae enna thaakunae… innaikku devadai polae vanthu irukurae de” (Vani you are very beautiful. This red saree suits you well. What a change from our last encounter, you killed me in that black party wear the last time and today you look like an angel in this red saree)
Vani blushed on hearing this. We then went into the restaurant and the server showed us the way to the corner table upfront. He lit that candle and left us to settle in. Playing the chivalrous host, I helped Vani settle in and then I sat right in front of her.
We ordered for 2 glasses of red wine to start with. The atmosphere was tense, yet pleasurable. There she was; the woman of my dreams sitting in such close quarters right in front of me… the red roses, the candle-light, the fine Bordeaux red wine and beyond all Vani, a proof that angels live amongst us. There was a certain alchemy in those looks that we exchanged and sparks were flying in all directions. I raised the glass for a toast and Vani joined in and said “to us” and I joined “to us”. People you should have seen the expression on her face when she toasted and that when I joined in the same toast. It was a sensual smile with a little bit of the inner lower lip biting sending a lot of sensual signals.
After the first sip into the red wine, I took the courage and held her hands and looked directly into her eyes. Again People, it was so hard to refrain from taking a stealing look down her blouse lines… the no bra thing got confirmed, as there was no bra lines beneath that skimpy yellow blouse of hers and that plunging neck-line. I guess, I was scoring my points with Vani, as she really liked that my eyes did not take deviations and it was frank and direct.
I had so many questions to ask Vani, but now I did not care to remember any of those questions. All I could do was look into her deep black beautiful eyes and spend the rest of the evening purely drinking the sensual elixir that was flowing down her eyes.
Describe Vani’s face... Task impossible even for the most romantic of romantics. Her beauty is beyond the comprehension of earthly beings, for she is the personification of beauty. She had her waist long black wavy hair straightened out at the top and ending with those beautiful curls at the bottom, perfectly complimenting her attire. She wore a red bindi (pottu) styled in the change of a moon right between her 2 high raising curved eye-brows. She had applied slight smoky effect on her eye-lids and those eye-lashes so long and sensual. I have read of women having beautiful eyes “Meen pondra kangal” (eyes like that of a fish), but here I was sitting in-front of her, sporting eyes so beautiful. She wore big Chandbali styled antique ear-rings with pearls and white-stone studs. Each time she moved, her ear rings danced in rhythm. Her nose straight and perfectly centered. Those lips so perfect shaped and curved.. so delectably luscious and full that I had to do hard to contain myself from plunging right there to kiss those lips and suck the juice out of them.. Vani had applied that red liquid lipstick, so perfectly to accentuate her beauty and all I could think of was how I can smudge it with a deep French kiss.
The moment when I touched her hands, there was a moment of intense electric charge that passed through my body. It was a completely different feeling. Her perfectly manicured hands and that deep red nail polish applied to the dot, sent a tingle down my spine. As I held her hands, I started caressing her palms with my thumbs. Hands so soft, almost baby soft that I could not stop caressing her palms. I guess it was sending some tingles down Vani that her eyes started to look deeper into mine and the biting of her lower lips, showed that she too was getting excited by the caress.
Holding hands and looking into the beautiful eyes of a beauty… I bet if anyone could strike a conversation beyond that… but was it necessary as it was our eyes who were doing the all the talking… her eyes were not just extra-ordinarily beautiful, but one of the most expressive ones. The way in which she rolled her eyes, the winking of eyes and those eye-lashes dancing in a flutter and the kaajal lining of her inner eye lips so sensually accentuating her beauty… As a small kid in front of the chocolate factory, I was just meandering in that sensual river of Vani’s beauty.
Dinner was served and it was delicious, but little did it arouse my taste buds, as the sole source of my arousal was right there in front of me. We had excellent service as the server was very considerate, at times I thought overly considerate and I could completely understand as each time he came to serve us, he was getting more than an eyeful, down that plunging neckline.
Tough I was having the time of my life, I could not simply forget what I saw earlier. So clearing my voice, I asked her,
Me: “Vani, can I ask you something”
Vani: “Yes..”
Me: “Don’t take me wrong, are you married”
Vani: “hmmm… why do you ask so..”
Me: “When I bent to give you the roses this evening, I saw a ring around your toes and it got me thinking”
Vani: “Yes, I am married”
On hearing this, Vani noticed that disappointment in my eyes. Sensing this, Vani added
Vani: “But Deepuk, is it a problem”
I kept quiet.
Vani: “I got married to Kadir, 5 years back. He is a New York based investment banker. A very open person. He always pushes me to try new things and enjoy new experiences. He travels a lot and …” she smiled.. I could understand the meaning of the smile and it sort of bought a ray of hope back into my eyes.
Sensing this, Vani did something next for which I was least prepared for. Removing her heels, she pushed her feet right up my thighs and started caressing by inner thighs. I was a bit shocked by this sudden escalation. I was a bit startled, but I liked this turn of events and accepted to travel with the flow.
Vani: “You know… Kadir is a very open person and wants to have an open relationship.” In parallel, she was caressing my thighs and her legs had almost reached by crotch and all this unexpected arousal had made my manhood jump into action and her toes were teasing the tip of my manhood over my pants. It was so hot and if not for the table cloth, anyone could have had an open view of what naughty action that was going on under the table, while we were still holding our hands, with me caressing her inner palms and our eyes-locked in a love battle over the table.
After dinner, when we got up to go out, Vani whispered in my ears, “Follow me, Kadir is waiting for us”
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