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

[Salir]

The Pond Old Master-2
 
It may be distressing, but after some years of marriage, even if you are still young, diminished
sexual passion and pleasure is somewhat normal.
Like many couples in a similar situation, we promised to carve out more leisure
time to spend together doing things we used to enjoy and discovering some new ones.
Despite reserved nature of Meena, and in spite of her unwillingness about realization of my
sexual fantasies, we agreed to communicate more often and still more openly about
our sexual desires and to try to be more creative and adventuresome in meeting them.
 
Within the last weeks of past winter, I started looking at prices for a
swimming pool extension. 
We were planning to convert our swimming
pool into a natural swimming pond with plants and so on.
The existing pool was a small one and this was the wish of Meena
to change it to a natural pond.

Using various websites, I obtained the phone numbers for our local and best
reviewed companies at this subject.
The first and only company I called was Noori-Plant pool.
The call went to voicemail where I left my details and asked if
someone could call me back.
A few hours later I received a call from a friendly female voice.
She informed me that their head of the company, Mr. Jalal Noori will come
out to give us a quote at the weekend.

The next Saturday came and at midday the doorbell rang.
I answered the door to be greeted by a large, well-built but friendly looking man.
''Good evening, I'm Jalal Norri from Noori Company," he said.
''Hey come in,'' I replied. 
Mr. Noori was built like a rugby forward.
Roughly 195 cm in height. large shoulders with thick arms and legs.
He was completely bald but had a very friendly and attractive
masculine  face. 

''Thanks,'' Mr. Noori replied.
He made his way into the Yard as I closed the front door. I then led him into the hall.
It was a very warm summer afternoon, and Meena had spent most of the
day reading her book on a hammock in the garden.

Upon hearing myself and the Jalal discussing measurements she came inside.
Her hair was damp, and it looked as though she'd just been swimming.
''Hey, would you like a coffee?'' she asked with her friendly voice as she
entered through the door.

I'm being biased perhaps but there's nothing better like hearing Meena
talks in her lovely tone.

Mr. Noori turned to answer, ''Oh I normally would but it's so warm today, can I
trouble you for a cold drink?'' he said.
''Yes, we've got some orange juice," I answered.
Meena poured the drink adding some ice as I discussed the potential work and
costs with Jalal Noori.

As we chatted, I noticed Jalal’s eyes occasionally peering towards Meena who
wore a short denim skirt which showed partly her legs and a somewhat short
and fairly tight white t-shirt.

She now had a lovely brown tan on her arms and face having been in the sun all morning.
Her skirt was 3/4 length, down to just above her knees.

Meena, smiling turned to us and handed him the glass. ''Oh, thank you,'' he said,
keeping his eyes on her as she made her way outside.

I was slightly uncomfortable for the rest of the conversation knowing Mr. Noori
had been scanning Meena up and down but also as always proud and
happy on such occasions, that she was mine. 
I was not jealous at that moment.
After pricing up every detail of new pond, Jalal, after spoken to his office,
gave us a good price for the job and we agreed his company could start
the work in two weeks’ time.
We shook hands on his way out.
''We don't charge unfair prices but although we might be a little more expensive,
folk keep coming back because they know we're honest to deal with.
Although I do the pricing, it's not me who does the job. I get the younger lads to do
that, but I will be checking on them occasionally if that's ok with you?'' Jalal asked.
''Yeah sure, thanks," I answered before bidding him farewell.

After Mr. Noori left, I joined Meena in the garden. ''We've got a good quote darling.
They'll start in a couple of weeks."
''Oh excellent, he seems a nice guy," she said.

I almost asked her if she noticed old Noori looking at her when we were in the
hall but decided to leave it.
***
Ultimately, the next day I decided to stick with Noori company, because of
personal sympathy, quality of their job and the quote that was suitable for us.
*****
Two weeks later and work had begun on our pool.
Everything was coming together nicely and Noori’s lads
were friendly guys who worked hard from 8am to 5pm.
 
A few days later I arrived home from hospital one afternoon an hour later as the guys were
finishing for the day. I waved them off outside but noticed a new Bently car
parked across the road.
I parked my car and went in and opened the front door to the house and
heard Meena's giggling.
''Here he is," I heard her say. I entered the kitchen to find Jalal sat on the
couch and Meena sat opposite.

''Oh hi Mr. Noori," I said with surprise. "Hi Doki, please call me just Jalal,
I popped over to see how the lads are getting on," he explained.

''It’s looking good isn't it darling'', Meena said positively.

''Yes, I have to say the young men are doing a great job,'' I agreed.

''Good, good, that's what we like to hear,'' Jalal replied before sipping the cup
of coffee Meena had made for him.

''If they ever look like they aren't pulling their work let me know. Although
I think I'll be here quite often if Meena is going to be making amazing cups
of coffee like this one," Jalal continued and laughed.

I was surprised when he addressed her by her first name.

''Glad you like it,'' responded Meena with a wide grin.
We made small talk for another five minutes before Jalal informed us, he had to leave.
We both saw him out of the front door and enter the large Bentley across the street.

“How it comes that he addresses you as Meena?” I asked.
“I suggested him to do so, you know I don’t like to be formally at my home,” She replied and
added: ''He's a nice guy Nadir. I think you've definitely picked the right firm to
do this job," Meena said with a smile.

Jalal's visit had my mind in overdrive again and those thoughts involving him with
my beautiful wife kept creeping into my mind, even though no signs with sexual
nature appeared yet.

To be continued...