16-11-2024, 12:43 AM
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Upcoming instalment, if you read and look carefully, carries and
shows pure feminine style of writing.
Some will find it a bit too long-winded, especially the readers who only look for
eroticism, quick sex, and the usual speed of body union in erotic literature.
Personally, I find it masterful, but not only because the author is my wife!
I enjoyed reading it and I hope you do too.
I am curious about your comments,
Be happy,
Salir,
Pond Master 16 (I)
Meena’s Narration:
Thursday afternoon, while still at work, Meena got a call from Jalal.
" I have had difficulty getting two cinema tickets for the film with Al Pacino t
hat is showing in the movie theatre tonight. and I was hoping that you
would be persuaded to go to the cinema with me. It makes me very happy
when you say yes."
Meena closed her eyes and tightened her grip on the phone. "I don't know,
Jalal. I'm really not in the mood doing something,"
"Em, I know you are surely tired. I know it's been a hard work day. But I
promise we will leave if it's too much for you, ", Jalal insisted.
"I'm not tired, I just...I just don't know if I feel like it." Meena responded with
a tired voice.
" Em, seriously, please give yourself a chance to recover, and me a chance
to have you with me for a short time," he said, " I tried very hard to get the
tickets".
A short silence was there if Meena was thinking.
" Okay, if you don't want to go, then I have to accept that.", Jalal adopted a
no-happy tone.
Meena had to smile. " "All right, all right. You've forced me into submission,
with your tone and how you sound I can't say no, okay,".
Meena flipped the phone shut and leaned her head back against the wall.
Why had she agreed to this? She knew how Nadir will think about the
situation when he is informed about it, she did not want to worry him
intentionally, especially when he is not around.
This is just a one-time meeting with Jalal and going to the cinema,
tomorrow comes Nadir back and that was it! Nothing
else, she thought.
and so, she calmed down.
They arranged to meet at the front door of multiplex, at 6pm. They have then
time to have a small dinner: The start of movie was at 7pm.
When she arrived home, she went straight to the bathroom and shaved her
legs.
While she was doing this, she had a crazy idea. She started removing
her pubic hair too until her pussy was completely smooth and soft.
She had been planning this for a long time but didn't tell Nadir about it.
From time to time, she had rimmed her genitals but never really did it, as far
as she could remember.
Then she painted her hand and toenails and used dark red nail polish.
After showering, she dragged herself back to her room to look for
something to wear.
She went to the closet. She did have a nice summer dress, one she'd
bought to wear to a company function with Ben, but they'd never gone.
It was still on the hanger, still in its plastic bag. She pulled it out and laid it on
the bed.
Still, she thought about what to wear and remembered what Jalal said about
her skirt that fit her so well and showed her sexy.
In the end she decided for a black skirt that goes just above the knee with
a V-neck blouse and sandals with short heels. She took her she also took
her summer blazers with her for later when it gets cooler.
After putting on her makeup, she realized that it was high time to get
going. Meena observed herself in the mirror, she knew that no matter what
she wore, she was attractive and there was something about her that
turned every man on.
*
Jala was waiting for her at the front door of the multiplex.
"Wow, Meena, you're looking like you're ready to kill, as usual! You know, it's
only a movie, Lady doctor!" he said and put his arm around Meena's waist and
hugged and kisses her cheeks.
There was something strange, a curious feeling that Jalal suddenly had upon
seeing Meena.
A warmth that seemed to emanate from between his legs, he was excited and
his cock made a twitch!
Jalal's eyes involuntarily swept over Meena's body as she shook her head and
smiled. Those up-thrust breasts and hard nipples which were behind the thin
blouse despite blazer, visible, full hairstyle, tight skirt encasing
her ample hips, thighs and legs, when he moved to the side, he could see the
round ass cheeks straining against the soft tissue of her skirt.
What was this? Was she ‘checking him out whether he can resist?’
"That is not for someone or something special, I have to look my best, Jalal, you
never know who you might run into, you know? " Meena said and smiled
playfully, her very white teeth flashing--contrasting brilliantly with the very dark
lipstick.
"You look really incredible, Meena! ", he repeated, his admiring expression, he
was truly impressed at how Meena was "decked out" for the night. Anyhow,
Jalal's reflections were broken by the gorgeous brunette in front of her. "Okay,
let's go lady, ".
Jalal had reserved a table at a luxury restaurant near to multiplex.
In the restaurant their seats were the best in the house: It was a quiet corner
with dimmer ceiling lights and a single lighted candle in the middle of the table.
They ordered a small dinner and Jalal asked for and ordered the best red wine in
the house.
When they got up after almost an hour of talking and warming up with wine, only
a third of the bottle was left. Meena drank two and a half glasses, and Jalal a
little more.
*
As they entered the multiplex, quite a few people were milling about, most
it seemed for other movies that were playing. No one was outfitted with fake
hands with knife-like fingers, at least, to Meena's relief.
Jalal handed their tickets to the ticket-taker.
They were late and just as they stepped in the lights dimmed down low so only
fire/emergency lighting remained on.
They stopped for a moment to gain their bearings and adjust their eyes to the
pale light.
The opening credits were showing on the screen.
The theatre was maybe a third full, everyone spread out. Jalal noticed that the
back two rows were vacant and taking the lead guided Meena.
He sidestepped into the last row and after passing a dozen seats or so, sat
down, Meena plopping down next to him.
Jalal, his eyes fully adjusted to the lighting by now, took a quick look at the
audience in front of him.
He thought about how many of these men are in the cinema just because
they wanted to spend two hours with their beloved woman.
When her bought their tickets on Monday, he knew for him that was the reason
applied without question although was not sure if Meena accepts his invitation.
Mena was something special. In a few times that they have met, her behaviour
was like family, as if she was his wife, his girlfriend, there was genuine concern
but along with what Jalal imagined was sexual lust in her voice.
Meena not only sexually aroused him by all that he could see of her beautiful
body but also, she sexually titillated him by her warm, kind, and loving manner.
Having known her for just some days, he was already romantically connected to her.
He hoped that she wanted to give him more than just sex but also love too.
He was even willing to forgo the sex for now, if she'd give him love later. But he
knew that she loved her Nadir.
It was certainly much more difficult to persuade her to enter into a romantic
relationship or a declaration of love than to seduce and possess her sexually.
There was no other possibility after Nadir’s coming back.
Now was the time for him to make his move, now was the time for him to be
sexually intimate with her and to tell her that he loved her and wanted to be with
her closely.
He wanted her, he wanted to conquer her at all costs, but he couldn’t force her.
He didn't want to pressure her for sex.
He was warned by her husband.
He'd much prefer it if she willingly andvoluntarily wanted to give him sex
as much as he wanted to give her sex.
He'd hoped she liked him and sexually wanted him as much as he obviously
liked her and sexually wanted her.
*
To be continued...
shows pure feminine style of writing.
Some will find it a bit too long-winded, especially the readers who only look for
eroticism, quick sex, and the usual speed of body union in erotic literature.
Personally, I find it masterful, but not only because the author is my wife!
I enjoyed reading it and I hope you do too.
I am curious about your comments,
Be happy,
Salir,
Pond Master 16 (I)
Meena’s Narration:
Thursday afternoon, while still at work, Meena got a call from Jalal.
" I have had difficulty getting two cinema tickets for the film with Al Pacino t
hat is showing in the movie theatre tonight. and I was hoping that you
would be persuaded to go to the cinema with me. It makes me very happy
when you say yes."
Meena closed her eyes and tightened her grip on the phone. "I don't know,
Jalal. I'm really not in the mood doing something,"
"Em, I know you are surely tired. I know it's been a hard work day. But I
promise we will leave if it's too much for you, ", Jalal insisted.
"I'm not tired, I just...I just don't know if I feel like it." Meena responded with
a tired voice.
" Em, seriously, please give yourself a chance to recover, and me a chance
to have you with me for a short time," he said, " I tried very hard to get the
tickets".
A short silence was there if Meena was thinking.
" Okay, if you don't want to go, then I have to accept that.", Jalal adopted a
no-happy tone.
Meena had to smile. " "All right, all right. You've forced me into submission,
with your tone and how you sound I can't say no, okay,".
Meena flipped the phone shut and leaned her head back against the wall.
Why had she agreed to this? She knew how Nadir will think about the
situation when he is informed about it, she did not want to worry him
intentionally, especially when he is not around.
This is just a one-time meeting with Jalal and going to the cinema,
tomorrow comes Nadir back and that was it! Nothing
else, she thought.
and so, she calmed down.
They arranged to meet at the front door of multiplex, at 6pm. They have then
time to have a small dinner: The start of movie was at 7pm.
When she arrived home, she went straight to the bathroom and shaved her
legs.
While she was doing this, she had a crazy idea. She started removing
her pubic hair too until her pussy was completely smooth and soft.
She had been planning this for a long time but didn't tell Nadir about it.
From time to time, she had rimmed her genitals but never really did it, as far
as she could remember.
Then she painted her hand and toenails and used dark red nail polish.
After showering, she dragged herself back to her room to look for
something to wear.
She went to the closet. She did have a nice summer dress, one she'd
bought to wear to a company function with Ben, but they'd never gone.
It was still on the hanger, still in its plastic bag. She pulled it out and laid it on
the bed.
Still, she thought about what to wear and remembered what Jalal said about
her skirt that fit her so well and showed her sexy.
In the end she decided for a black skirt that goes just above the knee with
a V-neck blouse and sandals with short heels. She took her she also took
her summer blazers with her for later when it gets cooler.
After putting on her makeup, she realized that it was high time to get
going. Meena observed herself in the mirror, she knew that no matter what
she wore, she was attractive and there was something about her that
turned every man on.
*
Jala was waiting for her at the front door of the multiplex.
"Wow, Meena, you're looking like you're ready to kill, as usual! You know, it's
only a movie, Lady doctor!" he said and put his arm around Meena's waist and
hugged and kisses her cheeks.
There was something strange, a curious feeling that Jalal suddenly had upon
seeing Meena.
A warmth that seemed to emanate from between his legs, he was excited and
his cock made a twitch!
Jalal's eyes involuntarily swept over Meena's body as she shook her head and
smiled. Those up-thrust breasts and hard nipples which were behind the thin
blouse despite blazer, visible, full hairstyle, tight skirt encasing
her ample hips, thighs and legs, when he moved to the side, he could see the
round ass cheeks straining against the soft tissue of her skirt.
What was this? Was she ‘checking him out whether he can resist?’
"That is not for someone or something special, I have to look my best, Jalal, you
never know who you might run into, you know? " Meena said and smiled
playfully, her very white teeth flashing--contrasting brilliantly with the very dark
lipstick.
"You look really incredible, Meena! ", he repeated, his admiring expression, he
was truly impressed at how Meena was "decked out" for the night. Anyhow,
Jalal's reflections were broken by the gorgeous brunette in front of her. "Okay,
let's go lady, ".
Jalal had reserved a table at a luxury restaurant near to multiplex.
In the restaurant their seats were the best in the house: It was a quiet corner
with dimmer ceiling lights and a single lighted candle in the middle of the table.
They ordered a small dinner and Jalal asked for and ordered the best red wine in
the house.
When they got up after almost an hour of talking and warming up with wine, only
a third of the bottle was left. Meena drank two and a half glasses, and Jalal a
little more.
*
As they entered the multiplex, quite a few people were milling about, most
it seemed for other movies that were playing. No one was outfitted with fake
hands with knife-like fingers, at least, to Meena's relief.
Jalal handed their tickets to the ticket-taker.
They were late and just as they stepped in the lights dimmed down low so only
fire/emergency lighting remained on.
They stopped for a moment to gain their bearings and adjust their eyes to the
pale light.
The opening credits were showing on the screen.
The theatre was maybe a third full, everyone spread out. Jalal noticed that the
back two rows were vacant and taking the lead guided Meena.
He sidestepped into the last row and after passing a dozen seats or so, sat
down, Meena plopping down next to him.
Jalal, his eyes fully adjusted to the lighting by now, took a quick look at the
audience in front of him.
He thought about how many of these men are in the cinema just because
they wanted to spend two hours with their beloved woman.
When her bought their tickets on Monday, he knew for him that was the reason
applied without question although was not sure if Meena accepts his invitation.
Mena was something special. In a few times that they have met, her behaviour
was like family, as if she was his wife, his girlfriend, there was genuine concern
but along with what Jalal imagined was sexual lust in her voice.
Meena not only sexually aroused him by all that he could see of her beautiful
body but also, she sexually titillated him by her warm, kind, and loving manner.
Having known her for just some days, he was already romantically connected to her.
He hoped that she wanted to give him more than just sex but also love too.
He was even willing to forgo the sex for now, if she'd give him love later. But he
knew that she loved her Nadir.
It was certainly much more difficult to persuade her to enter into a romantic
relationship or a declaration of love than to seduce and possess her sexually.
There was no other possibility after Nadir’s coming back.
Now was the time for him to make his move, now was the time for him to be
sexually intimate with her and to tell her that he loved her and wanted to be with
her closely.
He wanted her, he wanted to conquer her at all costs, but he couldn’t force her.
He didn't want to pressure her for sex.
He was warned by her husband.
He'd much prefer it if she willingly andvoluntarily wanted to give him sex
as much as he wanted to give her sex.
He'd hoped she liked him and sexually wanted him as much as he obviously
liked her and sexually wanted her.
*
To be continued...
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