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

[Salir]

Pond Master 13
Tuesday was full of attending meetings and talking to some friends. 
Before I go away, I called Meena from my hotel and spoke briefly.
She was at work, and had not much time.
Meena told me that she will work a little longer today and
when she gets home she will call me.
At the evening I had to deal with the content of my seminar on my
area of expertise, vascular surgery, and prepare myself.
 
*   *   *
 
On Tueseday Meena went to work by taxi. She thought if she went
out with Jalal as planned, he could take her home.
 
Jalal picked her up from her workplace at the university.
 
Meena had a very busy work day and just wanted to relax and have a
glass of wine.
But she had promised Jalal to accompany him, and he was last day
clearly pleased to go dancing with her again, although she was not in
the mood to dance.
 
After they met in her office and she paid the bill for their pond, they
rode to the known restaurant for dinner.
 
There was a lot going on and the dance floor was crowded.
After dinner the waitress brought her second glass of wine, Meena
thanked and felt that she was all set to enjoy a few songs and sip her
glass of wine and just unwind from the day.
 
She took the clip out of her hair and let it fall to her shoulders.
Jalal has left for some minutes after dinner, to call his company.
As he came back, he apologized and ordered his second wine glass.
 
Meena looked around, noticing the sitting crowd more or less, all
facing the band enjoying their music and ... except for Jalal.
 
He was facing her, and no doubt watched her every move.
When her eyes met his, he immediately gave her a smile and showed
the dance floor with his head and said, should we?
 
Then looked into her eyes in the dim lighting. She didn't know what
to do. His eyes sparkled as he smiled at her, and she could not resist
him.
Honestly, previously she was not in the mood but now definitely
feeling better after the first glass. She decided she would
accept his offer.
 
Jalal got up from his chair and he extended his hand gently.
She realized that a slow song had just started, and she guessed he
wanted to dance this round with her definitely.
 
Meena accepted by placing her hand on his and got up to follow him
to the dance floor.
 
She felt the warmth and gentle touch of his hands and his touch, He
held her like last time securely.
 
Meena felt right at home in his arms immediately.
She immediately felt that she had made the right decision to accept
his invitation to dance.
 
She had a bad conscience about Nadir for just a moment, but then
she convinced herself that it is just a dance and that he didn't need
to know much about what she was feeling to be worried about it.
She finally belonged to him and him alone.
 
This thought and conviction calmed her down and she decided to
easily surrender to Jalal on this dance stage and enjoy dancing with
such a master.
 
It was very romantic as they swayed back and forth enjoying the
closeness.
 
Meena soon put her head on Jalal’s chest.
She was almost curious and testing him to see what he would do
next.
 
He just seemed to soak up her body into his and they melted
together even closer.
 
"Mmmmmmm", she thought to herself and sighed out loud and
smiled.
She smelled the cologne on his chest and knew right away it was
Meyrrhe Mystere, her favourite. The one which she always gave to
Nadir.
 
under the influence of wine, Meena wondered what would happen if
she unbuttoned a button or two on his shirt.
She imagined doing so and closed her eyes and daydreamed that
she would reach in his shirt and caress his strong chest.
 
Jalal kissed the top of her head as if he sensed and read her
thoughts and immediately she thought, "Oh, what the hell..."
 
Meena turned to face his upper chest and neck to deeply inhale once
again, the wonderful cologne scent.
 
She was turned on from his gentleness and the way they seemed to
click and meld to each other without speaking one word. She wanted
more...
 
He mistook her intentions and took his hand and gently lifted her
chin to his face and their eyes locked and they both leaned in to the
other for a very wonderful and explosive but very short kiss.
 
Meena immediately thought again of Nadir but before she got a bad
conscience, but she thought she had to leave those thoughts behind,
everything is okay and at the moment nothing is going wrong.
 
She will ensure that things stay this way and that the red line is not
crossed.
She was turned on and she knew this, but logical mind said she must
be careful. 
 
Jalal wanted to kiss her lips again, but Meena pulled her head back
and their bodies were pressed together.
Meena looked into his eyes and said softly, ", sorry, Jalal… you
know…" and then tenderly and briefly kissed his cheek and his neck.
 
Jalal smiled and kissed her head and then her cheek and said, "I
understand my dear,". 
 
It was a bit awkward for a moment. But after this moment, Meena
knew happily, from his body language, he was clearly telling her he
was thinking what she was thinking.
 
After a short minute, the slow music ended, and a more upbeat song
started.
 
Then Jalal led her by the hand back over to the table they were sitting
in. 
 
Meena grabbed her light summer coat and bag and escorted him
out of the restaurant toward his Bentley.
 
Hopefully to get closer to his goal, Jalal wanted to drive home with
Meena by his side.
 
He had the feeling, he had to have her and wanted to give her a night
that she will never forget.

But Meena said that she had had a long day, and she likes to go
home and rest.
 
Finally, after arriving her home, they sat outside her house in his car
while talking about that evening.

Meena spoke "Thank you Jalal. I had a good time," she said opening
her eyes to smile at him with her hand on the car's door handle.
 
"I must thank you for accepting my invitation, Meena," he said and
added ", are you interested to see my rose garden tomorrow?"
 
Meena answered, " Yes, sure why not I will be very happy, "
"Okay, then I collect you from work, is this okay? " Jalal asked.

"Yes, it is optimal, I look forward to seeing your garden, " Meena
responded.
 
Meena should have left his car, but she didn't at once. She delayed
her departure and prolonged her time with him by sitting there in an
alcohol dazed stupor.
 
She felt guilty, for not being so forthcoming
in answer his movements attempts at rapprochement while dancing.
She was sorrier for him.
 
"Well, thank you for the nice meal and dance, Jalal. Thank you for
being a gentleman. I had fun,", said Meena reaching for the door
handle again. "I'll see you tomorrow after work," she said giving him
a sexy smile before turning away.
 
"Wait," he said.
 
“Yes,” Meena turned her head to him. “What is it?”
 
"Meena," Jalal said tenderly, "I feel me so lively and vital in your
presence, there is no shame in that, is there?" ,and then looking her
straight into her eyes he added, "My god, you are simply beautiful."
 
Before Meena shows any reaction to his statement and question, he
took her in his arms and hugged her as she trembled.
 
One moment she couldn't believe how safe and at ease she was in
his arms.
The whole thing was like not allowed dream.
 
That was very short, then he let her go, and whispered, "Excuse me Meena... ".
 
They locked eyes and then the unimaginable happened.
Like some love scene from a movie, their lips drew closer and before
Meena knew what was happening, Jalal kissed her.
 
Taken by surprise, her lips met his but instead of pushing him away,
she ran her fingers through his hair and pulled his lips tighter against
hers.
 
Her body quivered, but her desire fell to his as that one kiss became
another, then another.
 
‘Oh, I've missed this, being to hold her tender body, in my arms,
feeling her delicate and sweet lips against mine.’ Jalal thought.
 
Without thinking about what she was doing, Meena pressed herself
against him.
Meena‘s heart was racing and she could hardly breathe,
but within it all was the feel of his strong but wonderful, caressing
arms.
 
Jalal could taste her strawberry lipstick from her soft lips, and she
could feel her lipstick pealing from his lips with each parting breath.
 
She was on fire, wanting to almost crawl inside him, never for a
moment realizing how much they would soon be connected.
 
They kissed over and over again, their arms clutching each other in
an almost carnivorous longing, with each touch of their lips, there
was a not approved, almost sinful union.
 
Meena could feel his heart beating as if it were her own.
And then she began to feel something more...
 
"The feel of his heart by mine...," suddenly her eyes popped open as
she realize who was kissing her.
 
"Jalal, no, it is too much, it is a mistake…" she said, with him
answering, "Yes, Meena, I know…" and pulling her lips impossibly
closer, deeper.
 
"No ... no ... NO. Enough, we are not allowed, Jalal, please…" she
yelled at him as she pushed him away. "Whoa… None of ... enough.
We can't ...
 
Remember, I'm married,", Meena said breathlessly when their lips
separated.
 
Reluctantly, Jalal released his hold on her.
His mind was in a whirl, "She was kissing me, too. And look at her ...
She's breathing as hard as I am, she's blushing from what just
happened, there's sweat running off her forehead and down between
her breasts..."
 
Yet all he said was, "Yes, I'm sorry, Meena. I tripped and ... I just don't
know what came over me."
 
"Over us," corrected Meena in a voice so soft and low he wasn't sure
he'd actually, heard it.
 
"I apologize Meena, but honestly I am not sorry, " Jalal said and
added, ",it is for me a puzzle, why do you fight against what you
want and the will of your body, but it is okay, I respect your
decision and restraint, I thought we were alone, and I just wanted
to be close to you…"
 
"Unfortunately, for me at least, we are not alone, Nadir is with me, he
is always there, he is in my heart and watches us, I don't want to do
something wrong, " Meena said sadly and quietly.
 
"I know, logically someone has to be as you say in your heart, then
he can also approach you, and I am not in your heart... ", Jalal said
sadly, almost complaining…
 
Meena interrupted him and replied, “, you are already at the door,
let's say almost inside my heart, maybe not that deep but yes, ", and
after a short pause added, ", but that doesn't mean you are allowed in
my pants too! ", and laughed.
 
Jalal laughed too. Meena continued, "I think we're done in here. How
about calling me tomorrow?"
 
Nodding his head, he watched as she got out of the car and walked
Away towards her house door, marvelling once again at the sight of
her Shapely long leg and her tight, round buttocks cheeks.
 
He thought, a man at that age, such a strong man with a strong
personality, sometimes felt so weak towards her and no matter what
she asked, he would have done, he couldn't understand that.
 
He has always been an alpha male ever since he got to know himself
and the world around him, for as long as he can remember.
 
He was always a ruling personality in his professional and private life
and in his dealings with his environment.
Jalal had taken over the company from his father and had multiplied
not only the company but also the entire material possessions of the
family, which now consists of him and his son.
He always believed that with steadfast reactions and a firm hand you
can achieve anything. 
He had achieved everything he wanted through good sense, confidence, 
foresight and patience.
After his wife's death, he had a few brief and rather superficial
relationships, but now with Meena it was different.
He wished he was twenty years younger and had met Meena when
she was young, a single woman.
He sensed that Meena liked him very much and, despite the
significant age difference and the fact that she was already taken as
a wife and married to Nadir, she soon wanted to have him not only
as a friend but also as a lover.
 
But for the current reality and situation, if he absolutely wants to
have and occupy Meena, he should not risk it, waiting and watching
was the password.
 
To be continued…