Misc. Erotica The Mechanic's Trap- By Novelist Casanova

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“The Envelope”

Just as he was about to turn away, I reached into my handbag with trembling fingers and pulled out the envelope. It was thick — filled with every last note I could gather without raising suspicion at home. I had been setting it aside quietly, piece by piece, ever since he told me he was leaving.
I stepped forward and held it out to him.
“Muthu… this is for your stay. Your food, your new room… until you find work there. Please. Just take it.”
His eyes dropped to the envelope, then back up to mine. There was a moment — a flash of pain, pride, and something even deeper.
“No, Sudha,” he said, gently pushing my hand away. “I can’t take that.”
“You need it,” I said, trying to keep my voice steady. “Dubai isn’t easy. I’ve read enough. Just this once… let me take care of you.”
He shook his head, jaw tightening. “You already have. In every way.”
The words made my chest ache.
“I don’t want money, if you want to give me anything, give me something as a Keepsake I will kept it as your memory,” he said, “anything for you Muthu, just tell me what you want,” I said hurriedly as he was getting late for his flight.  “I want your Panties, Sudha!  Can you remove your Navy Blue Panties and give it to me, Sudha?” as he asked, “just give me a moment,” I said and ran towards the Ladies Washroom.
“A Keepsake He’ll Never Forget”
The airport was crowded. Too many eyes. Too many things unsaid.  Searching for Ladies Washrooms everywhere and I finally found one and opened the door and entered inside the Ladies Washroom.  I lifted my Yellow Chiffon Saree along with my Black Petticoat, caught the Waistband of my Navy Blue Panties and pulled it down, and took my legs out of my Navy Blue Panties one after the Other, folding my Navy Blue Panties and quickly ran back towards Muthu.
As I gave my Navy Blue Panties to Muthu, “thank you, Sudha… thank you so much for your Panties” he said in an emotional tone.  “Please accept this money as well,” as I exclaimed and gave the envelope to Muthu, Muthu refused agan.
He glanced away toward the glass doors. Then turned back. “If I take this now, I’ll feel like I took too much from you. Your time… your love… your body… your heart. Let me at least walk away with some dignity.”
Tears welled in my eyes again. “Then… what do I do with all this love, Muthu?”
He stepped close, brushing a knuckle against my cheek.
“Keep it safe. Lock it away in that place only you and I know about. That’s enough for me.”
I clenched the envelope, not knowing what to do with the weight in my hand — or in my heart.


“I couldn’t hug you here. I couldn’t kiss you,” I whispered, “but this… Navy Blue Panties of yours ….. this will carry all that.”

His fingers closed around it with quiet reverence.
He didn’t say a word, but I saw it in his eyes — that he would treasure my Navy Blue Panteis. That he would sleep with it under his pillow in some rented room in Dubai, far from me but not far from my memory.
As the final boarding call echoed again, I stepped back, our hands slipping apart slowly like pages of a book coming to its end.
And then, with a last smile and tear that glistened in the sunlight, I whispered,
“Don’t forget me, Muthu. Not even for a day.”
He nodded. Clutched the envelope to his chest. And disappeared into the terminal — carrying the scent, the softness, and the weight of everything we couldn’t say in public… but had lived in private.
As the final boarding call echoed again, I stepped back, our hands slipping apart slowly like pages of a book
coming to its end.

And then, with a last smile and tear that glistened in the sunlight, I whispered,
“Don’t forget me, Muthu. Not even for a day.”
He nodded. Clutched my Navy Blue Panties to his chest. And disappeared into the terminal — carrying the scent, the softness, and the weight of everything we couldn’t say in public… but had lived in private.

The End

Regards 
Novelist Casanova