12-11-2024, 10:26 PM
Pond master 15
On Wednesday, late morning while in the university, Meena was
getting some study done in the library, she received a message
from Jalal.
She opened it and read; ‘Hi Meena, I call you
after lunch, Kisses’.
After a short pause to think what to answer, she scrolled the
messages and came to the photo Jalal sent her last night.
She gasped and slammed her phone down on the table.
Then she looked around nervously before picking it back up.
She found herself staring at the picture, remembering all the
details from conversations from yesterday on the road and the
night.
For a moment Meena was horrified because she noticed that her
pussy is already throbbing, and she realised that she'd
subconsciously been rubbing her thighs together.
She gasped and jerked her legs apart.
Meena was about to delete the picture that she thought about it
again, and left it and closed the message.
Then she just wrote in response, ‘it's okay, see you later.’, and
tried to get back to work.’
When Meena returned from lunch in her study, Jalal called.
Before she answered, she thought hopefully he has not
forgotten his promises and will not make any comments about
the pictures.
"Hi Meena, I hope you have not forgotten our appointment for
visiting my rose-garden."
He sounded like usual, and this immediately calmed down her.
"No, of course not, when are you going to pick me up from
home?"
"Can I pick you up from work around 4pm when you're finished?"
Meena knew that he wanted to take her again for dinner and
surely dance after their visiting his garden.
But she definitely didn't want to dance with him today.
She didn't dare because she was afraid that he would make
some advances towards her.
Especially after the stupid incident with the pictures.
"I'm sorry Jalal but I have to work longer today, better see you
later and sfter that we'll see…", she answered.
"Is 6 o'clock okay? We can then drive straight to the garden
before it gets dark, and the sun disappears."
" 6 o'clock is fine, but then I want to go home because I'm tired." Meena responded.
*
They chatted while riding to Jalal’s home.
Meena asked if he lives alone in his house.
He replied, " Practically yes, a married couple lives with me
who are around 50. They are my employees.
He also works for me in the company but mainly takes care of the
house with his wife.
I am a very lazy person, he takes care of the garden and shopping,
and she takes care of cooking, washing and cleaning, actually she is
my housekeeper, ".
"Do they live there in your house? " Meena asked.
" Yes and no, they don't live in the main house but in a smaller
house next door, so practically I live alone. ". He replied.
"So, then you are a real aristocrat, you want to say, is that
right?" Meena asked and laughed.
"No, no, I am just a lazy old man, ", he laughed and responded.
"Do not repeat and emphasize that you are an old man,
I think we are always the same age as our inside.
I heard somewhere that 'Getting old is like climbing a mountain,
you get a little out of breath, but the view is much better!'.
I mean you are so old that you fell in your heart and… and… at
this moment you are so old how I feel it about you and that is
not that you are old...",
", is your family just your son from whom you spoke?", Meena asked.
" Yes but today is a friend of mine at my house, after dinner he leaves.
He ist like brother for me.
He is my childhood friend, Tahir, who is 5 or 6 years younger than me.
He is also my ranch neighbour and lives in his ranch. He also
looks after my son, who lives in my ranch. We are as close relatives."
"Do you think you will have time for a 2–3-days trip in the near future? Jalal asked
I would like to invite you to my ranch and house outside of town.".
Meena asked, "you mean me and Nadir"
Jalal replied, "Can you come to me alone? To be honest, I would definitely
only do it with you alone, but I meant you and Doki, I know that there is no other
option, not yet, and by the way, the main thing is that you are there…", he said and laughed.
" What do you mean when you say 'not yet'? You never give up dreaming?" Meena giggled.
" In relation to you, never, until I die. By the way, I am used to imagining my goals first and
dreaming about them, so I managed to achieve them and make them a reality, I am a visionary..."
, Jalal argued.
Meena interrupted him, "Okay, okay, don’t’ dream yet… I will see if we can find time,
we don't have anything planned for the week with a Monday holiday, maybe we can manage then...
In any case, thank you for the invitation, "
Jalal’s house was a very huge building, actually a small palace,
Meena thought, ‘A palace with a dream garden!’.
The house had a very large open front courtyard with a pond
in the middle of it, and a large backyard.
There stood a newly built but smaller building, and a very
beautiful flower garden.
Not an ordinary garden, but a lush, exotic outdoor oasis of
pleasure where you could go trough for hours, Meena thought.
An accomplished gardener, an extraordinary paradise with
lush grass, exotic plants and trees, and even a gentle babbling
brook, complete with a waterfall.
Tahir was in garden as they arrived.
He was shorter than Jalal and somewhat heavy in the middle.
He had a great head of curly hair and his face were round and
brownish from the sun.
They greeted, Jalal introduced Meena to him, and they shaked hands.
Jalal told Meena they have to talk about ranch and she can
walk and observe the garden.
While Meena was walking in the rose garden, the men sat on a
garden bench and started talking.
Meena has often noticed that the two are watching her and it
seems that they are also talking about her and grinning.
Later while dinner, Jalal was already thinking about how to be
as intimate with her as possible.
He had to take advantage of the days when her Nadir was not
in town.
He knew that if he wanted Meena to be a little more relaxed and
soft, he would have to get her to drink some alcohol.
He had already noticed that at the first dance evening with
Nadir, she was much more relaxed.
And he had a very good white wine brought from his wine
cellar.
Shortly after dinner in the dining room they chatted more.
And later in the library the housekeeper brought a tray of
wine and other drinks.
She was a very polite and nice looking woman of about fifty.
They talked about the house and Meena asked Jalal if he had
bought it or they belonged to his family.
Jalal spoke about his family and emphasized that the house is
about two hundred years old and his great-grandfather, a
successful and wealthy businessman bought it about 120 years
ago.
His grandmother planted the garden and his father inherited it
from his grandfather.
They drank wine and continued chatting a while about her work
, about Nadir and how they met Jalal.
Tahir and Jalal spoke about their parents and their childhood
in the country and on the ranch.
Tahir said, " I am very close to Jalal, we did and still do almost
everything together and know everything about each other,
and we share almost everything since our childhood... ", and he
laughed.
As Tahir wanted to leave, he told them, "I wish you pleasant
rest of the evening,", then he looked in Meena's eyes and smiled and said,
", enjoy you both this warm summer night.
I hope to see you, young lady, soon in the country.",
"I heard Jalal invited you to ranch next week, I’ll be
surely there too to enjoy being there with you and maybe
being able to serve."
Meena got the impression that Jalal had talked to
Tahir about her and possibly about his interest in her and God
knows what else.
Maybe he also showed him the pictures? She asked herself.
She felt her face suddenly blush and was for a moment ashamed
that she had thought about this topic.
After Tahir left, they sat, and Meena asked Jalal about Tahir’s life and family.
He answered that Tahir wanted never to have a family.
" He is not a family person.
I am different. I would like to have a family or have one again.
He lives alone in the country with his animals and trees and forest,
since I met him, it means always.
He has and loves a somewhat wild way of life and freedom is the
most important thing for him.
For him, the relationships are only temporary and physical and have
no sentimental meaning.
Exactly the opposite of me.
I want to get closer emotionally and I think being in love is very
important.
Meena changed the topic, and they spoke again about the garden. "I
love your garden and I love die roses, " Meena explained.
"Perhaps because you are a part of them," Jalal said and smiled.
"I love the garden in general, I loved being in the midst of all the
growing things, I wish the whole world was one huge garden," she added.
Jalal looked at her and said, ", my roses need always some definite
attention, so I gave it them… I carefully water them, clear out the
squash leaves that were start to get diseased,"
Then he looked at Meena and noticed she is looking deeply at him.
In Jalal’s imagination, at this moment, even as a married woman of
somebody else Meena was a virgin in the purest sense of the word,
in every element of her being, and he dared not change
that roughly, She deserved the most tender handling.
Is this love? he thought and tried to answer…
Then he just told, „Now, I love my flowers..."
"Beautiful, just beautiful your flowers, all of them and your garden,"
, Meena said.
"My paradise,", Jalal replied smiling, as he watches Meena’s
enthusiasm.
"I call it the Garden of Love and Delight." He added, " But at this
time and after I met you, in my world, there is a being that is
more beautiful than my garden, that is you, Meena, " I was able
to swap it with Doki, my garden for his Meena, ".
" How much wine did you drink, Jalal, you must be completely drunk
if you want to do business... that would be a loss-making
business, " and giggled.
" I know that I am not taking any risks, I know my way around,"
You are not just beautiful Meena, you are sweet, kind, loving,
caring and sometimes very funny.
You are everything I could ever want in a woman, you are fun to
be around - and I loved every moment I spend with you.
I was born perhaps twenty-five years too soon to be your age
class, and may be fifteen years too late to discover you as a
free and single woman, Meena, but I am happy to have you, now, as
a friend. "
Jalal said quietly while looking deep in her eyes.
", do you think Doki will do this deal with me?" He said smiling and
then winked.
but anytime from now until I’m alive, I'll be happy and content if I
can be more to you than just a friend.
And I will sacrifice a lot for you if it has to be, material things
mean nothing to me and I have enough for many...
Doki can even have his own hospital if he gives me what I want,
you…,".
Ther was a call for Jalal on his phone.
As Jalal left the room to answer the call, Meena stood up and
walked to the bookshelves and started reading the book titles
and looking more closely at the family photos on the wall next to
them.
When Jalal came back, he saw that Meena was standing with
her back to the door.
Tonight, she was wearing slightly tight jeans with a light-yellow
silk blouse with a pair of her black 5 cm heel pump sandals.
The combination of the shoes, tight jeans
and her round ass marked for a really hot look.
To make it even hotter she stood slightly bent over to read
some book titles in the lower part of the book shelves.
Jalal stopped briefly in the middle of the room, Meena was still
busy reading.
His gaze followed her well-shaped body from above down to her
beautiful back and round buttocks in her white good fitting
stretch capri-leggings.
He could see even her slips-line under her pants.
Jalal thought about and imagined the pictures from the previous
evening.
Her incredibly sexy body and her curves, and continued to look
hungrily at her butts, so close and so hot.
Then he came up behind her.
She felt his presence behind her, stood up and wanted to turn to him.
But before she does that, she felt how he stood closely behind her
and put and without hesitation his hand on her clothed ass.
She was wearing dark cotton pants and silk blouse.
"Ohh…Meena,.." , he whispered close to her ear.
Then he quickly moved his hand down over the curve of
her ass and in between her legs.
He started rubbing her pussy through her pants.
He was rubbing softly but firmly.
Jalal thought she would push his hand away immediately but she
didn't.
Meena was for a moment petrified then she felt how her
legs buckled.
She placed a hand on the bookshelf to steady herself.
"Ummph," she mumbled faintly, Jalal heard.
Jalal could hear her breathing as her eyes closed and she
swayed back.
It felt like it was happening in slow motion. "Oh
my…" she exhaled and whimpered faintly.
Jalal could actually feel her push herself into his hand.
He could feel his hand reach the front of her crotch and then back
again.
The tight material enabled him to feel her sex.
He was touching Meena's genitals.
Through clothes but he was touching Meena's pussy.
"Jalal we can't. I can not to do this..." Meena said whispering
and with shaking voice, but at the same time leaned her head
back and rubbed her cheek against his.
"This is so wrong. We have to stop." Then she gazed over her
shoulder and looked at him, with half-closed eyes.
Meena's eyes seemed to plead with him.
Her chest heaved in nervous anticipation.
Jalal didn ‘t reply but kept rubbing her pussy through her legs as
he raised his left hand and brought it up to her breast.
He cupped her left breast and then moved it over to her right tit.
Feeling her hardening nipple in his hand through her silk shirt
and then back to her right breast giving special attention to her
hard nipple.
Meena, was now breathing deeply and gasping
with a slight moan as he rubbed her nipple.
Their bodies were rubbing against each other and Jalal pushed
his hardening long cock against her left ass cheek as his
hand searched for her clit hidden beneath her clothes.
He must have found it.
"Aahhh Jalal…," Meena moaned his name softly for the first
time without trying to stop him.
But after a short pause, "AHHHhahhh, Jalal we can't."
Jalal reached down and stroked Meena's clit more urgently.
He continued to move his hand back forth over her jean ‘s covered
pussy.
"Ahhh stop, ahh you have to stop." and she started to try
to move away from him.
"Oh!!" she yelped. Meena looked back again, over her shoulder
at him with terror-filled eyes.
Her mouth opened and she exhaled. Jala felt she was close
to cumming.
Suddenly Meena‘s hands grasped the book shelter and she
screamed, "Ohh no, ohh, no, I can’t, we can’t…" and
simultaneously she pushed her pussy against Jalal‘s hand as
he stroked the area he thought her clit would be, ""H'uhhh,
oooohooo God, Jalal!" Meena whined.
She continued to push her pussy against his hand which was
rubbing her and she thrusted her breast into his other hand.
Jala pushed his cock as hard as he could against her butt with
a slight motion of up and down her ass.
"I'm cumming, shit, we can't do this, no noonono," she gasped,
then she pushed her mound hard against his hand once more
and then stopped her pressure, humping of his hand, as he
continued to stroke her pussy.
Meena rubbed her cheek against him and Jalal kissed her softly on her cheek.
She looked back again at him with those hazy eyes.
"Huh'oh eeeeyeessss, Hoh yesssss,". "Jalal, I'm cumming...I'm cumming, I'm
cumminggggg!" With that she pulled herself up and began
shaking.
The crotch of her pants had soaked from her wetness when she
came.
Jalal leaned into Meena‘s ear and said "I wanted to have
you so bad," and gave her a last stroke of her pussy and grope
of both her tits and nipples and then let her go stepping away
from her.
Meena let go of the book shelf and turned to him speechless.
Her nipples were hard pointing out through her shirt.
Jalal looked at Meena as she coming down from her orgasm.
Then, she sluggish on shaky legs went and sat on the couch.
Jala sat next to her and asked, " Excuse me Meena, I couldn’t
restrained myself, I had to do it, ", "Would you like something to
drink? "
"Yes please just water, thank you. But then I really have to leave,".
After drinking Meena looked at her watch and said " It's too late, I
have to go home now, first, I need sleep and energy for work in the
morning, and even more importantly, Nadir could call at any moment
and if I'm not at home then he'll have bad thoughts.
She looked with sad eyes at him and said, "Can you bring me home? please…".
*
During the trip, Meena had a very bad conscience mixed with a
feeling of shame.
But she felt that something had come alive and is still alive in the pit of her belly.
In the midst of her guilt and rejection, all time in the library while he touched
her so intimate, she had a feel a kernel of passion and heat…
* * *
The next day, Wednesday I didn't have much time to think about home or
call Meena until late evening.
When I reached her, it was already around 10 pm and she was in
the pre-bedtime phase.
We talked very short because she was very tired.
We talked short about my activities.
Meena talked about work and that she had a lot to do and
is very tired.
I asked if she was happy with the swimming pool and she
said yes, very much. By the way, she added, today Jalal picked her up
from work because she was interested in his rose garden, then they went
to his house, and she hat dinner there.
He has a very beautiful house and garden with staff.
His best friend was also present, and she got to know him too.
All the time, I had the feeling that her voice was a little depressed.
I asked her if everything okay is. Her answer was, yes sure
.
I thought maybe she was too tired, and I should leave her alone soon
so, she could rest.
I told her that I love her and miss her, and she wished
me a pleasant and successful rest days of congress and we ended the
conversation.
To be continued,
On Wednesday, late morning while in the university, Meena was
getting some study done in the library, she received a message
from Jalal.
She opened it and read; ‘Hi Meena, I call you
after lunch, Kisses’.
After a short pause to think what to answer, she scrolled the
messages and came to the photo Jalal sent her last night.
She gasped and slammed her phone down on the table.
Then she looked around nervously before picking it back up.
She found herself staring at the picture, remembering all the
details from conversations from yesterday on the road and the
night.
For a moment Meena was horrified because she noticed that her
pussy is already throbbing, and she realised that she'd
subconsciously been rubbing her thighs together.
She gasped and jerked her legs apart.
Meena was about to delete the picture that she thought about it
again, and left it and closed the message.
Then she just wrote in response, ‘it's okay, see you later.’, and
tried to get back to work.’
When Meena returned from lunch in her study, Jalal called.
Before she answered, she thought hopefully he has not
forgotten his promises and will not make any comments about
the pictures.
"Hi Meena, I hope you have not forgotten our appointment for
visiting my rose-garden."
He sounded like usual, and this immediately calmed down her.
"No, of course not, when are you going to pick me up from
home?"
"Can I pick you up from work around 4pm when you're finished?"
Meena knew that he wanted to take her again for dinner and
surely dance after their visiting his garden.
But she definitely didn't want to dance with him today.
She didn't dare because she was afraid that he would make
some advances towards her.
Especially after the stupid incident with the pictures.
"I'm sorry Jalal but I have to work longer today, better see you
later and sfter that we'll see…", she answered.
"Is 6 o'clock okay? We can then drive straight to the garden
before it gets dark, and the sun disappears."
" 6 o'clock is fine, but then I want to go home because I'm tired." Meena responded.
*
They chatted while riding to Jalal’s home.
Meena asked if he lives alone in his house.
He replied, " Practically yes, a married couple lives with me
who are around 50. They are my employees.
He also works for me in the company but mainly takes care of the
house with his wife.
I am a very lazy person, he takes care of the garden and shopping,
and she takes care of cooking, washing and cleaning, actually she is
my housekeeper, ".
"Do they live there in your house? " Meena asked.
" Yes and no, they don't live in the main house but in a smaller
house next door, so practically I live alone. ". He replied.
"So, then you are a real aristocrat, you want to say, is that
right?" Meena asked and laughed.
"No, no, I am just a lazy old man, ", he laughed and responded.
"Do not repeat and emphasize that you are an old man,
I think we are always the same age as our inside.
I heard somewhere that 'Getting old is like climbing a mountain,
you get a little out of breath, but the view is much better!'.
I mean you are so old that you fell in your heart and… and… at
this moment you are so old how I feel it about you and that is
not that you are old...",
", is your family just your son from whom you spoke?", Meena asked.
" Yes but today is a friend of mine at my house, after dinner he leaves.
He ist like brother for me.
He is my childhood friend, Tahir, who is 5 or 6 years younger than me.
He is also my ranch neighbour and lives in his ranch. He also
looks after my son, who lives in my ranch. We are as close relatives."
"Do you think you will have time for a 2–3-days trip in the near future? Jalal asked
I would like to invite you to my ranch and house outside of town.".
Meena asked, "you mean me and Nadir"
Jalal replied, "Can you come to me alone? To be honest, I would definitely
only do it with you alone, but I meant you and Doki, I know that there is no other
option, not yet, and by the way, the main thing is that you are there…", he said and laughed.
" What do you mean when you say 'not yet'? You never give up dreaming?" Meena giggled.
" In relation to you, never, until I die. By the way, I am used to imagining my goals first and
dreaming about them, so I managed to achieve them and make them a reality, I am a visionary..."
, Jalal argued.
Meena interrupted him, "Okay, okay, don’t’ dream yet… I will see if we can find time,
we don't have anything planned for the week with a Monday holiday, maybe we can manage then...
In any case, thank you for the invitation, "
Jalal’s house was a very huge building, actually a small palace,
Meena thought, ‘A palace with a dream garden!’.
The house had a very large open front courtyard with a pond
in the middle of it, and a large backyard.
There stood a newly built but smaller building, and a very
beautiful flower garden.
Not an ordinary garden, but a lush, exotic outdoor oasis of
pleasure where you could go trough for hours, Meena thought.
An accomplished gardener, an extraordinary paradise with
lush grass, exotic plants and trees, and even a gentle babbling
brook, complete with a waterfall.
Tahir was in garden as they arrived.
He was shorter than Jalal and somewhat heavy in the middle.
He had a great head of curly hair and his face were round and
brownish from the sun.
They greeted, Jalal introduced Meena to him, and they shaked hands.
Jalal told Meena they have to talk about ranch and she can
walk and observe the garden.
While Meena was walking in the rose garden, the men sat on a
garden bench and started talking.
Meena has often noticed that the two are watching her and it
seems that they are also talking about her and grinning.
Later while dinner, Jalal was already thinking about how to be
as intimate with her as possible.
He had to take advantage of the days when her Nadir was not
in town.
He knew that if he wanted Meena to be a little more relaxed and
soft, he would have to get her to drink some alcohol.
He had already noticed that at the first dance evening with
Nadir, she was much more relaxed.
And he had a very good white wine brought from his wine
cellar.
Shortly after dinner in the dining room they chatted more.
And later in the library the housekeeper brought a tray of
wine and other drinks.
She was a very polite and nice looking woman of about fifty.
They talked about the house and Meena asked Jalal if he had
bought it or they belonged to his family.
Jalal spoke about his family and emphasized that the house is
about two hundred years old and his great-grandfather, a
successful and wealthy businessman bought it about 120 years
ago.
His grandmother planted the garden and his father inherited it
from his grandfather.
They drank wine and continued chatting a while about her work
, about Nadir and how they met Jalal.
Tahir and Jalal spoke about their parents and their childhood
in the country and on the ranch.
Tahir said, " I am very close to Jalal, we did and still do almost
everything together and know everything about each other,
and we share almost everything since our childhood... ", and he
laughed.
As Tahir wanted to leave, he told them, "I wish you pleasant
rest of the evening,", then he looked in Meena's eyes and smiled and said,
", enjoy you both this warm summer night.
I hope to see you, young lady, soon in the country.",
"I heard Jalal invited you to ranch next week, I’ll be
surely there too to enjoy being there with you and maybe
being able to serve."
Meena got the impression that Jalal had talked to
Tahir about her and possibly about his interest in her and God
knows what else.
Maybe he also showed him the pictures? She asked herself.
She felt her face suddenly blush and was for a moment ashamed
that she had thought about this topic.
After Tahir left, they sat, and Meena asked Jalal about Tahir’s life and family.
He answered that Tahir wanted never to have a family.
" He is not a family person.
I am different. I would like to have a family or have one again.
He lives alone in the country with his animals and trees and forest,
since I met him, it means always.
He has and loves a somewhat wild way of life and freedom is the
most important thing for him.
For him, the relationships are only temporary and physical and have
no sentimental meaning.
Exactly the opposite of me.
I want to get closer emotionally and I think being in love is very
important.
Meena changed the topic, and they spoke again about the garden. "I
love your garden and I love die roses, " Meena explained.
"Perhaps because you are a part of them," Jalal said and smiled.
"I love the garden in general, I loved being in the midst of all the
growing things, I wish the whole world was one huge garden," she added.
Jalal looked at her and said, ", my roses need always some definite
attention, so I gave it them… I carefully water them, clear out the
squash leaves that were start to get diseased,"
Then he looked at Meena and noticed she is looking deeply at him.
In Jalal’s imagination, at this moment, even as a married woman of
somebody else Meena was a virgin in the purest sense of the word,
in every element of her being, and he dared not change
that roughly, She deserved the most tender handling.
Is this love? he thought and tried to answer…
Then he just told, „Now, I love my flowers..."
"Beautiful, just beautiful your flowers, all of them and your garden,"
, Meena said.
"My paradise,", Jalal replied smiling, as he watches Meena’s
enthusiasm.
"I call it the Garden of Love and Delight." He added, " But at this
time and after I met you, in my world, there is a being that is
more beautiful than my garden, that is you, Meena, " I was able
to swap it with Doki, my garden for his Meena, ".
" How much wine did you drink, Jalal, you must be completely drunk
if you want to do business... that would be a loss-making
business, " and giggled.
" I know that I am not taking any risks, I know my way around,"
You are not just beautiful Meena, you are sweet, kind, loving,
caring and sometimes very funny.
You are everything I could ever want in a woman, you are fun to
be around - and I loved every moment I spend with you.
I was born perhaps twenty-five years too soon to be your age
class, and may be fifteen years too late to discover you as a
free and single woman, Meena, but I am happy to have you, now, as
a friend. "
Jalal said quietly while looking deep in her eyes.
", do you think Doki will do this deal with me?" He said smiling and
then winked.
but anytime from now until I’m alive, I'll be happy and content if I
can be more to you than just a friend.
And I will sacrifice a lot for you if it has to be, material things
mean nothing to me and I have enough for many...
Doki can even have his own hospital if he gives me what I want,
you…,".
Ther was a call for Jalal on his phone.
As Jalal left the room to answer the call, Meena stood up and
walked to the bookshelves and started reading the book titles
and looking more closely at the family photos on the wall next to
them.
When Jalal came back, he saw that Meena was standing with
her back to the door.
Tonight, she was wearing slightly tight jeans with a light-yellow
silk blouse with a pair of her black 5 cm heel pump sandals.
The combination of the shoes, tight jeans
and her round ass marked for a really hot look.
To make it even hotter she stood slightly bent over to read
some book titles in the lower part of the book shelves.
Jalal stopped briefly in the middle of the room, Meena was still
busy reading.
His gaze followed her well-shaped body from above down to her
beautiful back and round buttocks in her white good fitting
stretch capri-leggings.
He could see even her slips-line under her pants.
Jalal thought about and imagined the pictures from the previous
evening.
Her incredibly sexy body and her curves, and continued to look
hungrily at her butts, so close and so hot.
Then he came up behind her.
She felt his presence behind her, stood up and wanted to turn to him.
But before she does that, she felt how he stood closely behind her
and put and without hesitation his hand on her clothed ass.
She was wearing dark cotton pants and silk blouse.
"Ohh…Meena,.." , he whispered close to her ear.
Then he quickly moved his hand down over the curve of
her ass and in between her legs.
He started rubbing her pussy through her pants.
He was rubbing softly but firmly.
Jalal thought she would push his hand away immediately but she
didn't.
Meena was for a moment petrified then she felt how her
legs buckled.
She placed a hand on the bookshelf to steady herself.
"Ummph," she mumbled faintly, Jalal heard.
Jalal could hear her breathing as her eyes closed and she
swayed back.
It felt like it was happening in slow motion. "Oh
my…" she exhaled and whimpered faintly.
Jalal could actually feel her push herself into his hand.
He could feel his hand reach the front of her crotch and then back
again.
The tight material enabled him to feel her sex.
He was touching Meena's genitals.
Through clothes but he was touching Meena's pussy.
"Jalal we can't. I can not to do this..." Meena said whispering
and with shaking voice, but at the same time leaned her head
back and rubbed her cheek against his.
"This is so wrong. We have to stop." Then she gazed over her
shoulder and looked at him, with half-closed eyes.
Meena's eyes seemed to plead with him.
Her chest heaved in nervous anticipation.
Jalal didn ‘t reply but kept rubbing her pussy through her legs as
he raised his left hand and brought it up to her breast.
He cupped her left breast and then moved it over to her right tit.
Feeling her hardening nipple in his hand through her silk shirt
and then back to her right breast giving special attention to her
hard nipple.
Meena, was now breathing deeply and gasping
with a slight moan as he rubbed her nipple.
Their bodies were rubbing against each other and Jalal pushed
his hardening long cock against her left ass cheek as his
hand searched for her clit hidden beneath her clothes.
He must have found it.
"Aahhh Jalal…," Meena moaned his name softly for the first
time without trying to stop him.
But after a short pause, "AHHHhahhh, Jalal we can't."
Jalal reached down and stroked Meena's clit more urgently.
He continued to move his hand back forth over her jean ‘s covered
pussy.
"Ahhh stop, ahh you have to stop." and she started to try
to move away from him.
"Oh!!" she yelped. Meena looked back again, over her shoulder
at him with terror-filled eyes.
Her mouth opened and she exhaled. Jala felt she was close
to cumming.
Suddenly Meena‘s hands grasped the book shelter and she
screamed, "Ohh no, ohh, no, I can’t, we can’t…" and
simultaneously she pushed her pussy against Jalal‘s hand as
he stroked the area he thought her clit would be, ""H'uhhh,
oooohooo God, Jalal!" Meena whined.
She continued to push her pussy against his hand which was
rubbing her and she thrusted her breast into his other hand.
Jala pushed his cock as hard as he could against her butt with
a slight motion of up and down her ass.
"I'm cumming, shit, we can't do this, no noonono," she gasped,
then she pushed her mound hard against his hand once more
and then stopped her pressure, humping of his hand, as he
continued to stroke her pussy.
Meena rubbed her cheek against him and Jalal kissed her softly on her cheek.
She looked back again at him with those hazy eyes.
"Huh'oh eeeeyeessss, Hoh yesssss,". "Jalal, I'm cumming...I'm cumming, I'm
cumminggggg!" With that she pulled herself up and began
shaking.
The crotch of her pants had soaked from her wetness when she
came.
Jalal leaned into Meena‘s ear and said "I wanted to have
you so bad," and gave her a last stroke of her pussy and grope
of both her tits and nipples and then let her go stepping away
from her.
Meena let go of the book shelf and turned to him speechless.
Her nipples were hard pointing out through her shirt.
Jalal looked at Meena as she coming down from her orgasm.
Then, she sluggish on shaky legs went and sat on the couch.
Jala sat next to her and asked, " Excuse me Meena, I couldn’t
restrained myself, I had to do it, ", "Would you like something to
drink? "
"Yes please just water, thank you. But then I really have to leave,".
After drinking Meena looked at her watch and said " It's too late, I
have to go home now, first, I need sleep and energy for work in the
morning, and even more importantly, Nadir could call at any moment
and if I'm not at home then he'll have bad thoughts.
She looked with sad eyes at him and said, "Can you bring me home? please…".
*
During the trip, Meena had a very bad conscience mixed with a
feeling of shame.
But she felt that something had come alive and is still alive in the pit of her belly.
In the midst of her guilt and rejection, all time in the library while he touched
her so intimate, she had a feel a kernel of passion and heat…
* * *
The next day, Wednesday I didn't have much time to think about home or
call Meena until late evening.
When I reached her, it was already around 10 pm and she was in
the pre-bedtime phase.
We talked very short because she was very tired.
We talked short about my activities.
Meena talked about work and that she had a lot to do and
is very tired.
I asked if she was happy with the swimming pool and she
said yes, very much. By the way, she added, today Jalal picked her up
from work because she was interested in his rose garden, then they went
to his house, and she hat dinner there.
He has a very beautiful house and garden with staff.
His best friend was also present, and she got to know him too.
All the time, I had the feeling that her voice was a little depressed.
I asked her if everything okay is. Her answer was, yes sure
.
I thought maybe she was too tired, and I should leave her alone soon
so, she could rest.
I told her that I love her and miss her, and she wished
me a pleasant and successful rest days of congress and we ended the
conversation.
To be continued,
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