21-10-2024, 04:42 PM
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The Pond Master-11
On the way home I did I ask Meena how it was for her?
She looked straight forward and replied, "you know I love dancing, and this
was never really an issue, it was more the fact that it seemed today you
willing pushed me into the arms of him, while you were watching us. ".
"Are you angry with me because of that? I had the impression that you
are enjoying, otherwise it would have been stopped," I said.
"No, I am not angry.
You know, for the first time after so many years, I enjoyed dancing with a
perfect master.
This evening, Jalal was there as a fix dance partner for me, and he took
the liberty with what he told and where he put his hands on my body.
It was true, I admit that I enjoyed dancing and even more, being a tease to
him, especially on my half-drunk state," Meena giggled.
Then after a short pause she continued, "as we sat there, and you were
shortly absent to go calling, he talked to me, ‘Meena, you look absolutely
ravishing tonight, an absolute ideal lady. Nadir is a very lucky man you
know; I trust that he tells you that, on a regular basis?’
At that moment I became aware of just how sensitive and charming and at
the same time tempting this old man is, I was slightly frightened.
As I pondered my reply, he added, ‘let's go and dance or if you don't want
to dance, we can talk some more,’
‘Well, I love dancing but…’ I said, and before I had a chance to object,
you came, and you know the rest…
Then Jalal grabbed my arm and was steering me to the dance area.
I was struck immediately by his height.
Even for me as a woman who is tall enough, Jalal still towered above me,
he was incredibly dominant.
He pushed through some other dancing pairs
and made space for us.
Effortlessly he started to move to the music and pulled me closer, he said,
‘Come on Meena, loosen up and dance with me, I heard you are a really
good mover.’
I allowed myself to be pulled in close by him and it seemed kind of natural
to allow his hands to rest on my back.
Once I had relaxed and started to move to the music I looked around and
was amused to see some other men looking jealously at the pair of us.
Sensing what I was looking at, Jalal said ‘you know it's me they are
jealous of, don't you?’
‘What do you mean?’ I asked although I understood what he meant,
‘Well, here I am, an old man, with the best-looking and sexiest young
woman here, and they all wish they could be me!’
I smiled at the compliment and said ‘well, I expect some of the women
wish they were me, since I am dancing with such a good-looking, mature
man, who is beside to that a dance talent and master’
Then he told me that he took dance lessons when he was younger.
After that he looked at me in a curious way and said, ‘what about our
Doki, Meena? Is he a jealous type?’
‘Not more than other men,’ I realised then what I had said and blushed, ‘I
mean no other men here but other men as husbands,’.
He looked in my eyes and spoke. ‘I know what you meant. After all I am
the oldest male here and yet I am dancing with the most beautiful lady
here. That's kind of amusing. For sure other men here are also jealous,’
‘This is for me no important. After all this is my first dance with a real
mature man who knows how to dance, so I count myself lucky,’ I said.
Again, Jalal looked at me, smiled and said, ‘excellent, I like that, now
enough talk, let's dance.’
“The music continued with slow numbers, and we did.
He pulled me slightly closer so that I had to put my hand on his shoulders,
and I lost all track of time.
Or maybe it was the alcohol that made him more daring, and I was also
more relaxed!
Jalal was very good at pretending not to notice what he was doing or for
that matter what effect he was having on me.
I knew that he must know what he was doing and as he brushed one or
two times his thighs against and between mine and when I whimpered
again, in response to a steering when he once pulled me particularly too
close to him and his broad chest, he looked into my eyes and smiled. "Is
everything okay?" he cheekily asked me.
I answered, "Yes, sure, but better let us get back to Nadir, or he will get
worried," and smiled.
"Yes, thanks Meena," was all he replied.
***
The rest of the journey home was spent in silence, and I was holding
hands with my Meena.
To be continued...
On the way home I did I ask Meena how it was for her?
She looked straight forward and replied, "you know I love dancing, and this
was never really an issue, it was more the fact that it seemed today you
willing pushed me into the arms of him, while you were watching us. ".
"Are you angry with me because of that? I had the impression that you
are enjoying, otherwise it would have been stopped," I said.
"No, I am not angry.
You know, for the first time after so many years, I enjoyed dancing with a
perfect master.
This evening, Jalal was there as a fix dance partner for me, and he took
the liberty with what he told and where he put his hands on my body.
It was true, I admit that I enjoyed dancing and even more, being a tease to
him, especially on my half-drunk state," Meena giggled.
Then after a short pause she continued, "as we sat there, and you were
shortly absent to go calling, he talked to me, ‘Meena, you look absolutely
ravishing tonight, an absolute ideal lady. Nadir is a very lucky man you
know; I trust that he tells you that, on a regular basis?’
At that moment I became aware of just how sensitive and charming and at
the same time tempting this old man is, I was slightly frightened.
As I pondered my reply, he added, ‘let's go and dance or if you don't want
to dance, we can talk some more,’
‘Well, I love dancing but…’ I said, and before I had a chance to object,
you came, and you know the rest…
Then Jalal grabbed my arm and was steering me to the dance area.
I was struck immediately by his height.
Even for me as a woman who is tall enough, Jalal still towered above me,
he was incredibly dominant.
He pushed through some other dancing pairs
and made space for us.
Effortlessly he started to move to the music and pulled me closer, he said,
‘Come on Meena, loosen up and dance with me, I heard you are a really
good mover.’
I allowed myself to be pulled in close by him and it seemed kind of natural
to allow his hands to rest on my back.
Once I had relaxed and started to move to the music I looked around and
was amused to see some other men looking jealously at the pair of us.
Sensing what I was looking at, Jalal said ‘you know it's me they are
jealous of, don't you?’
‘What do you mean?’ I asked although I understood what he meant,
‘Well, here I am, an old man, with the best-looking and sexiest young
woman here, and they all wish they could be me!’
I smiled at the compliment and said ‘well, I expect some of the women
wish they were me, since I am dancing with such a good-looking, mature
man, who is beside to that a dance talent and master’
Then he told me that he took dance lessons when he was younger.
After that he looked at me in a curious way and said, ‘what about our
Doki, Meena? Is he a jealous type?’
‘Not more than other men,’ I realised then what I had said and blushed, ‘I
mean no other men here but other men as husbands,’.
He looked in my eyes and spoke. ‘I know what you meant. After all I am
the oldest male here and yet I am dancing with the most beautiful lady
here. That's kind of amusing. For sure other men here are also jealous,’
‘This is for me no important. After all this is my first dance with a real
mature man who knows how to dance, so I count myself lucky,’ I said.
Again, Jalal looked at me, smiled and said, ‘excellent, I like that, now
enough talk, let's dance.’
“The music continued with slow numbers, and we did.
He pulled me slightly closer so that I had to put my hand on his shoulders,
and I lost all track of time.
Or maybe it was the alcohol that made him more daring, and I was also
more relaxed!
Jalal was very good at pretending not to notice what he was doing or for
that matter what effect he was having on me.
I knew that he must know what he was doing and as he brushed one or
two times his thighs against and between mine and when I whimpered
again, in response to a steering when he once pulled me particularly too
close to him and his broad chest, he looked into my eyes and smiled. "Is
everything okay?" he cheekily asked me.
I answered, "Yes, sure, but better let us get back to Nadir, or he will get
worried," and smiled.
"Yes, thanks Meena," was all he replied.
***
The rest of the journey home was spent in silence, and I was holding
hands with my Meena.
To be continued...
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