04-10-2024, 12:05 PM
Dear friends,
This will be the last post for now, as I have to travel abroad for a few days for a medical appointment and I probably won't have time to continue the story.
The next episode will probably be delayed by a few days.
I hope to read your comments and excitements here, even more than before.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe says “What is meant to affect hearts must come from the heart.”
stay with me and Meena and accompany us,
Thank you for your constancy and faithfulness,
Salir
The Pond Master- 6
That day after that conversation, I had those familiar thoughts about
Meena and this actually strange man. That old man Jalal Noori.
I was imagining him seducing Meena while I was at work.
The more I thought about it, the more it became appealing and more than
of a fantasy, but a call for desire.
The picture that developed in my head was of her and Jalal Noori in
bed.
I knew that Meena had always got the attention of other guys in any
occasion and this was normal.
I had actually not fantasized about it without reason.
Throughout the day the thoughts became more than just a fantasy or
desire, but rather disturbing and I thought that I needed to do something
about it.
Even worse, while these thought I had a raging hardon protruded from
the flaps of my cboxers.
Afternoon I had to work later in the hospital and didn't make it home
until 7pm that evening.
When I got home, again Jalal’ car was there.
Meena greeted me at the door. ''Jalal is here, inspecting the extension
work," she said.
''How long has he been here?'' I asked.
''About one hour, he's had some coffees. He wants to talk to you about the
work,'' Meena answered.
Meena’s hair was teased out and curled slightly, dbanging across her face
down past her shoulders.
She was wearing a short, denim skirt that reached only a few
centimetres above her knees. Her shirt was a tight, Steelers jersey top,
with the bottom cut off, so that it fit snugly over her breasts, then ended
revealing her tight stomach.
normally she has never dressed so generously revealing and sexy in the presence of the others.
Though she has a very sexy body she has always been shy about showing it off.
I've always been a leg man, and Meena has one of the nicest pairs of
legs I've ever seen.
Her thighs are nice from her dancing passion and swimming sport as a
teenager.
We spoke to Jalal about the pond, and he informed us that starting
next week, the work will be finished.
I told him that I am not in the town next week because of a medical
congress, but Meena can handle all financial matters.
In half an hour after my arrival there should be running a national
football match which I previously planned to watch it, after I had
made a bet with a colleague some days earlier.
I invited Jalal to stay and watch the game if he is interested.
He accepted my invitation without hesitation. ''I am actually a tennis
Interested one, but I take advantage of being with you two, '' and while his
gaze hiked from me to Meena, he added, ''it is nice to be with you and I
will certainly not miss the opportunity,''.
Meena was fine with that.
I figured that she would probably go out while we watch the game, but I
was surprised when she said that she would stay there and host us so we
could enjoy the game.
Meena left us to prepare some snacks in the kitchen. Then came back and
placed a plate of cheese balls and a bowl of chips on the table.
"Here you go guys, this should get you started," she said, looking and
smiling at Jalal.
"Um, thanks, Meena," Jalal mumbled.
She looked at me smiling, then turned to head back to the kitchen. while
she had made her way back to the kitchen-door he was openly staring at
Meena's legs and ass.
I could see also how her ass moving under the skirt and her legs
flex supported by the short heels of her sandals.
I stood up from the couch, "I'll be right back," I said and chased after her to
the kitchen.
She was removing food from the refrigerator as I entered the kitchen.
"Meena," I called to her.
"What?" she asked, as she closed the fridge door and placed some
items on the counter.
"What are you doing?" I asked her, trying to be quiet.
"I'm getting ready to make my special homemade Hamburger for halftime,"
she answered.
"No, I mean you are wearing very sexy today," I said holding my hand out,
pointing at her clothes.
"Oh, this, well, I thought I'd dress sexier for you, is that bad?" and giggled,
"you're always saying I should wear sexy things, isn't that appropriate?"
she answered, turning to me, her hands on her cocked hips.
I stared at her standing in front of me.
She looked like a different woman, still my wife, but the sexed-up version
of her.
"Well, don't you like it?" she said, and slowly turned in a circle.
I looked her up and down, admiring her beauty, her
long, gorgeous legs, extending from her slightly short skirt.
I have to admit she looked sexier than I have ever seen her before.
I walked up to her as she completed her turn and wrapped my hands
around her bare abdomen.
Then I leaned back, pretending to appraise her for a few seconds then
looked back at her.
"You look incredibly sexy," I said, “Is this only for me?”
"Yeah, my target person is you, but he can have his part of it, too," Meena
giggled, and reached up to kiss me lightly on the lips.
"Well, I think that the old man next door thinks it is only for him, anyway,
you definitely got a new fan today," I laughed.
"Yes, this time I noticed it. Hope it doesn't make you jealous?" she
teased and smiled widely.
"Jealous? Me? The poor guy’s glimpse is permanently on everything you
show him that is- or isn't under your dress, and not more, why should I be
jealous, “, I argued.
"Well, even if, you don't have to be jealous, because I'm just your woman,
and you're the only one who'll be getting into this skirt," she said and
mashed her hips against me.
"What's under that skirt?" I asked, slipping my hands down her sides to
her butt.
"You'll have to find out later," she said and pulled away from me.
"Go get that horny old guy next door some lemonade and then watch
your game." She turned back to the counter.
I stared at her for a few seconds then head back to the hall.
"Don't strain your neck," she said giggling as I left the kitchen.
To be continued…
This will be the last post for now, as I have to travel abroad for a few days for a medical appointment and I probably won't have time to continue the story.
The next episode will probably be delayed by a few days.
I hope to read your comments and excitements here, even more than before.
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe says “What is meant to affect hearts must come from the heart.”
stay with me and Meena and accompany us,
Thank you for your constancy and faithfulness,
Salir
The Pond Master- 6
That day after that conversation, I had those familiar thoughts about
Meena and this actually strange man. That old man Jalal Noori.
I was imagining him seducing Meena while I was at work.
The more I thought about it, the more it became appealing and more than
of a fantasy, but a call for desire.
The picture that developed in my head was of her and Jalal Noori in
bed.
I knew that Meena had always got the attention of other guys in any
occasion and this was normal.
I had actually not fantasized about it without reason.
Throughout the day the thoughts became more than just a fantasy or
desire, but rather disturbing and I thought that I needed to do something
about it.
Even worse, while these thought I had a raging hardon protruded from
the flaps of my cboxers.
Afternoon I had to work later in the hospital and didn't make it home
until 7pm that evening.
When I got home, again Jalal’ car was there.
Meena greeted me at the door. ''Jalal is here, inspecting the extension
work," she said.
''How long has he been here?'' I asked.
''About one hour, he's had some coffees. He wants to talk to you about the
work,'' Meena answered.
Meena’s hair was teased out and curled slightly, dbanging across her face
down past her shoulders.
She was wearing a short, denim skirt that reached only a few
centimetres above her knees. Her shirt was a tight, Steelers jersey top,
with the bottom cut off, so that it fit snugly over her breasts, then ended
revealing her tight stomach.
normally she has never dressed so generously revealing and sexy in the presence of the others.
Though she has a very sexy body she has always been shy about showing it off.
I've always been a leg man, and Meena has one of the nicest pairs of
legs I've ever seen.
Her thighs are nice from her dancing passion and swimming sport as a
teenager.
We spoke to Jalal about the pond, and he informed us that starting
next week, the work will be finished.
I told him that I am not in the town next week because of a medical
congress, but Meena can handle all financial matters.
In half an hour after my arrival there should be running a national
football match which I previously planned to watch it, after I had
made a bet with a colleague some days earlier.
I invited Jalal to stay and watch the game if he is interested.
He accepted my invitation without hesitation. ''I am actually a tennis
Interested one, but I take advantage of being with you two, '' and while his
gaze hiked from me to Meena, he added, ''it is nice to be with you and I
will certainly not miss the opportunity,''.
Meena was fine with that.
I figured that she would probably go out while we watch the game, but I
was surprised when she said that she would stay there and host us so we
could enjoy the game.
Meena left us to prepare some snacks in the kitchen. Then came back and
placed a plate of cheese balls and a bowl of chips on the table.
"Here you go guys, this should get you started," she said, looking and
smiling at Jalal.
"Um, thanks, Meena," Jalal mumbled.
She looked at me smiling, then turned to head back to the kitchen. while
she had made her way back to the kitchen-door he was openly staring at
Meena's legs and ass.
I could see also how her ass moving under the skirt and her legs
flex supported by the short heels of her sandals.
I stood up from the couch, "I'll be right back," I said and chased after her to
the kitchen.
She was removing food from the refrigerator as I entered the kitchen.
"Meena," I called to her.
"What?" she asked, as she closed the fridge door and placed some
items on the counter.
"What are you doing?" I asked her, trying to be quiet.
"I'm getting ready to make my special homemade Hamburger for halftime,"
she answered.
"No, I mean you are wearing very sexy today," I said holding my hand out,
pointing at her clothes.
"Oh, this, well, I thought I'd dress sexier for you, is that bad?" and giggled,
"you're always saying I should wear sexy things, isn't that appropriate?"
she answered, turning to me, her hands on her cocked hips.
I stared at her standing in front of me.
She looked like a different woman, still my wife, but the sexed-up version
of her.
"Well, don't you like it?" she said, and slowly turned in a circle.
I looked her up and down, admiring her beauty, her
long, gorgeous legs, extending from her slightly short skirt.
I have to admit she looked sexier than I have ever seen her before.
I walked up to her as she completed her turn and wrapped my hands
around her bare abdomen.
Then I leaned back, pretending to appraise her for a few seconds then
looked back at her.
"You look incredibly sexy," I said, “Is this only for me?”
"Yeah, my target person is you, but he can have his part of it, too," Meena
giggled, and reached up to kiss me lightly on the lips.
"Well, I think that the old man next door thinks it is only for him, anyway,
you definitely got a new fan today," I laughed.
"Yes, this time I noticed it. Hope it doesn't make you jealous?" she
teased and smiled widely.
"Jealous? Me? The poor guy’s glimpse is permanently on everything you
show him that is- or isn't under your dress, and not more, why should I be
jealous, “, I argued.
"Well, even if, you don't have to be jealous, because I'm just your woman,
and you're the only one who'll be getting into this skirt," she said and
mashed her hips against me.
"What's under that skirt?" I asked, slipping my hands down her sides to
her butt.
"You'll have to find out later," she said and pulled away from me.
"Go get that horny old guy next door some lemonade and then watch
your game." She turned back to the counter.
I stared at her for a few seconds then head back to the hall.
"Don't strain your neck," she said giggling as I left the kitchen.
To be continued…
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