04-11-2025, 01:13 AM
(This post was last modified: 04-11-2025, 01:17 AM by Demeter. Edited 1 time in total. Edited 1 time in total.)
The next day Jalal Noori brought Meena for the first time flowers, namely red and pink roses.
She accepted the flowers gratefully, "oh, they are very beautiful,"Meena said and after a short smell of roses, added, "and they smell great, thank you Jalal."
Meena knew his feelings for her could be far more than simply respect, but that didn't cause her any displeasure, maybe the other way around, more joy.
Jalal smiled and said, "my pleasure, an angel from heaven must be given something heavenly. I must say that they smell so good because they are not from the shop, but a fresh product from my rose-garden."
"Wow, you have to show it to me some time, I love flower-gardens, there is nothing more beautiful in the world than flowers." Meena said enthusiastically.
Jalal argued, "Sure if you want, any time can you see my rose-garden. But I have a different opinion about beauty, a beautiful woman just like you, for me is more beautiful than any flower," and smiled while looking deep in her eyes.
"Thank you, Jalal, but please don’t be silly," Meena giggled and shook her head.
Jalal noticed that there is running a documentary on TV, "I don't want to disturb you. Are you watching something special?"
"No, no, I was just watching a program about Al pacino, the Hollywood star. I like him as an actor and moreover he is as a man one of all time coolest actors for me." Meena said.
"Now I know the type of man which you like," Jalal giggled.
"No, I don’t mean how he looks, but his behaviour and his dominance which… I don’t know how to describe it,"Meena responded, "Now, this short film was about his private life and that he often had relationships with a bunch of much younger females".
Jalal laughed and asked, "oh, I see, what do you think about…?"
"I am the opinion that there is no problem, younger women and older men or vice versa, older women with younger men, they could be friends, good friends and even just a little more than friends, but that was all," Meena answered and giggled.
Maybe Jalal just wanted to provoke her into a more precise answer, he added, "I can't see,"he said, "How any woman could like a man, who is too older than she? A near friend of me always says the relationship between young men and older women or conversely, older men and young women are normally of a material nature!"
"Well, can be," she hesitated, "but that is only true for a certain percentage of cases. I think lot of men like very young women, I don't think that's perverse and abnormal!"
Then she added, "And many younger women like older men, even as lovers."
Meena was suddenly aware that she was blushing, and she turned her head away from his.
Jalal didn’t respond at once, but as Meena turned her gaze to him again, he looked deep in the eyes and suddenly said, "You are so beautiful Meena, most beautiful young woman that I have ever seen in my long life," then he added,
"I love how you dress, I love the way you move, and I love your beautifully painted nails and toes, for me you are the most beautiful angel on earth."
Meena blushed more, well, he was actually openly flirting with her, she thought, but she had done nothing to discourage him.
After a short moment she said, "Thank you Jalal, it is very worth it to me and I’m happy that you find me beautiful,"
"You have a magnetic body, so perfect, I never get tired of watching," Jalal said.
She was thoughtful for a moment while looking away.
"I don’t know, perhaps my body is not in best shape for some but I like it as it is and Nadir likes it too," she said in a matter-of-fact voice standing up and turning around to face away from him.
He looked if trying to appear objective he said, "You're just a nice shape," he assured her, "Just right."
Then aware that his comments might be out of place, he added, "Lots of men of any age find you incredibly attractive, I'm sure."
He was blushing while he talked die last sentence, and she saw it.
"Time I was going," he said. "It's getting late."
"Okay, Nadir comes today a little bit later than normal," she said.
Jalal stood up to leave.
Meena came closer to him and for the first time and without warning, she kissed him on the cheek. He was at first shocked but then hugged her, without hesitation she let him and hugged him too and they stayed for a moment without doing anything else, like this. He kept his hips back, away from her, well aware that their approaching had excited him and not wanting her to feel it and perhaps be shocked at his physical reaction.
Meena had noticed this and kept the distance.
"Better that I leave at once before I do something indecent," Jalal said and moved on to door.
"You are not the type to do something bad," and after somehow sad look added, "apart from this I don't think I could be a cheating wife, I am not very good at it. As an almost 33 years old married woman who is not very young more, I should be careful because I love my husband and under no circumstances do I want to risk my marriage," she said and looked at Jalal smiling.
"But you would certainly receive more immoral offers because of how pretty you are, am I right?" Jalal asked.
"Secrets shall remain secrets," Meena giggled and then said, "Maybe see you tomorrow?"
"Sure," Jalal agreed, "If you don't finish work too late."
At the door, he turned to Meena and said, "By the way, I wanted to invite you to dinner at the weekend, perhaps best on Friday evening."
"Oh, yes, sure, thank you, but I have to wait and see if Nadir is free," Meena replied.
"But if Doki doesn't have time, I would love to go out for dinner alone with you, just the two of us," he said quietly.
For Meena there was a moment of word loss. Jalal saw her confusion.
She was blushing again, and he saw it.
"Sorry, I didn't want to come out so quickly, maybe some other time if you agree," and after a short pause, he said, "I hope this was no immoral offer," he laughed and added, "see you tomorrow, beautiful Meena,"and opened the door...
* * *
Later when I came home, Meena was waiting for me in the living room, and we went straight into the dining room for dinner. During dinner I asked her if Jalal was there.
Meena answered that he was there and brought flowers for her. She added that he had to leave early, and his visit was short.
She didn't mention anything else.
After dinner when we sat down to watch TV, she spoke, "Oh, I forgot to say, he invited us to dinner at the weekend preferably on Friday if you have the day off."
I replied, "Okay, I'll see if it is possible,"...
* * *
Friday evening, we followed Jalal's invitation. When we arrived, we noticed that it was a rather special, expensive club-restaurant.
Jalal was already there and greeted us.
I noted that he knows the place very well. We later found out that, it is his regular restaurant, and the chief who was owner of restaurant is a close friend of him.
We had a round table, Meena wanted to watch the dance floor, so I had to sit opposite her.
Jalal sat next to her. During the meal Jalal was very attentive to Meena I could hear his voice as he chatted, with my wife.
I could hear him, but I couldn't understand what he was saying.
The music was a bit too loud.
Jalal drank about three glasses of wine before and during dinner.
I realized that he was a little drunk when he started more or less flirting verbally with Meena.
I could tell my wife was captivated as he regaled her with a string of stories and anecdotes about all sorts of things.
From time to time, I noticed him leaning in and whispering in a conspiratorial manner into Meena's ear.
He also placed his hand on hers from time to time, for a very short moment, and I was very surprised at his flattery and flirting with Meena. At some point after the meal had finished a band struck up and various couples headed for the dance floor.
I am a reluctant dancer and Meena knew this always.
I noticed Meena staring wistfully at those dancing.
I knew she likes to dance.
I had to leave for some minutes to answer a call from my assistant.
As I came back, perhaps sensing her wish to dance, Jalal suddenly Asked her if she would like to dance.
Glancing at me Meena said, "is that alright Nadir?"
"Yes sure, go for it" I replied, not wanting to spoil her fun and besides I was lightly excited to watch them close while dancing.
Standing up I realised how tall Jalal was, even with her heels, he seemed to tower over Meena.
As he led my Meena to the dance floor, I realised how gorgeous she looked.
She had on a black Knee-length cocktail dress, with a very low cut back, black thigh high stockings.
I was sure that Jalal had noticed and observed her cleavage before, while sitting.
I watched intently as they joined the other couples who were dancing.
I must have watched for four or five dances, when the band slowed the tempo down and announced that they were going to a sequence of slower numbers.
I could see Meena turn to come back to the table, but Jalal caught her hand and bent down to whisper in her ear.
I don't know what he said, but I saw Meena glance toward me, smile and then turn back to join Jalal for the first slow dance.
I was slightly surprised, but as the tall old strong man took my wife in his arms I realised I was also very aroused.
I couldn't help but feel this tingling sensation. The adrenaline rush. Seeing him holding my sexy Meena so close, with one hand on her bare back sent shivers through me and I could feel my cock swell.
I realized that seeing this large dude ogling my beautiful, kind wife, excited me.
Meena was way out of this old guy's league.
Perhaps that was why he wasn't hiding his interest all that well, perhaps he knew he had no chance with a girl like her. And may be this was why he was trying his chance without restraint.
They moved in prefect harmony and looked really good together.
I could see other men obviously drooling over my lovely wife with her long legs and strappy high-heel sandals.
As the third slow number started, I noticed that Meena had rested her head against the shoulder and neck of Jalal and that he was really pulling her in close.
At one point I could see his leg between hers and knew that he must be thrusting his muscular thigh against her mound.
I could only guess how Meena felt, but imagined in her merry state, that she was enjoying the stimulation.
When the band announced the last slow number, I felt that both Jalal and my wife was melding their bodies into one.
My cock by this stage was threatening to burst free.
Shortly after the dance ended and they stood there, I saw Jalal in a darkened, remote corner of crowded dance floor bent his head and kissed Meena on her left cheek.
I could see Meena with her eyes searched to locate me and as she found my gaze, she smiled weakly.
I expected that to be a step too far, but I was wrong.
After the initial shock, I saw my wife look up into Jalal's face, put her hands on his shoulder and kissed him back on the cheek.
I was so aroused.
I had never felt like that before in the last few months, and realised that I had enjoyed the sight of Jalal flirting with and being intimate with my sexy Meena.
They made straight for our table.
Meena grabbed a large glass of water. She downed most of it before she spotted me watching her and smiling.
Meena said, "imagine what, Jalal told me that he had taken dance classes in his teens and youth but had not danced for over twenty years, he dances masterfully."
After grabbing a glass of wine for me I said, "that was really hot,".
Meena looked at me to see if I had said something stupid.
"Are you drunk, Nadir? That was just a dance," she said.
I knew right away that I worded it imbecile and not suitable, and tried to redesign it, "I meant it is hot here," and laughed.
"Meena is a very good dancer Doki, and she is the most beautiful lady here. I am so proud to have permission to dance with her, you are a very lucky man." Jalal said.
I looked at Meena who looked very flushed and then back at the beaming Jalal. "Yes, she is lovely, isn't she? I'm glad you enjoyed dancing with her. She probably told you I am not very good at dancing?"
"Ha, your misfortune is my lucky day," said Jalal.
Shortly after they had settled back at the table, I realised that the evening was coming to an end soon.
I also realised that I wanted more excitement to be provided this evening.
Before I could formulate any kind of coherent plan to make this a reality, Meena asked me if we can leave because she has a slight heath ache after wine, which is not uncommon for her.
I saw Jalal has lost his temper a bit.
He said, "it is a pity that it's over and you have to go, but promise me we'll definitely do it again."
Maybe he expected more from this evening, too, I thought.
We thanked Jalal and I told him that we enjoyed the evening and we’ll repeat it for sure.
Meena thanked him for dancing and told him she enjoyed the evening too.
Then we both shook the hands with Jalal and left the restaurant...
* * *
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...
Demeter
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She accepted the flowers gratefully, "oh, they are very beautiful,"Meena said and after a short smell of roses, added, "and they smell great, thank you Jalal."
Meena knew his feelings for her could be far more than simply respect, but that didn't cause her any displeasure, maybe the other way around, more joy.
Jalal smiled and said, "my pleasure, an angel from heaven must be given something heavenly. I must say that they smell so good because they are not from the shop, but a fresh product from my rose-garden."
"Wow, you have to show it to me some time, I love flower-gardens, there is nothing more beautiful in the world than flowers." Meena said enthusiastically.
Jalal argued, "Sure if you want, any time can you see my rose-garden. But I have a different opinion about beauty, a beautiful woman just like you, for me is more beautiful than any flower," and smiled while looking deep in her eyes.
"Thank you, Jalal, but please don’t be silly," Meena giggled and shook her head.
Jalal noticed that there is running a documentary on TV, "I don't want to disturb you. Are you watching something special?"
"No, no, I was just watching a program about Al pacino, the Hollywood star. I like him as an actor and moreover he is as a man one of all time coolest actors for me." Meena said.
"Now I know the type of man which you like," Jalal giggled.
"No, I don’t mean how he looks, but his behaviour and his dominance which… I don’t know how to describe it,"Meena responded, "Now, this short film was about his private life and that he often had relationships with a bunch of much younger females".
Jalal laughed and asked, "oh, I see, what do you think about…?"
"I am the opinion that there is no problem, younger women and older men or vice versa, older women with younger men, they could be friends, good friends and even just a little more than friends, but that was all," Meena answered and giggled.
Maybe Jalal just wanted to provoke her into a more precise answer, he added, "I can't see,"he said, "How any woman could like a man, who is too older than she? A near friend of me always says the relationship between young men and older women or conversely, older men and young women are normally of a material nature!"
"Well, can be," she hesitated, "but that is only true for a certain percentage of cases. I think lot of men like very young women, I don't think that's perverse and abnormal!"
Then she added, "And many younger women like older men, even as lovers."
Meena was suddenly aware that she was blushing, and she turned her head away from his.
Jalal didn’t respond at once, but as Meena turned her gaze to him again, he looked deep in the eyes and suddenly said, "You are so beautiful Meena, most beautiful young woman that I have ever seen in my long life," then he added,
"I love how you dress, I love the way you move, and I love your beautifully painted nails and toes, for me you are the most beautiful angel on earth."
Meena blushed more, well, he was actually openly flirting with her, she thought, but she had done nothing to discourage him.
After a short moment she said, "Thank you Jalal, it is very worth it to me and I’m happy that you find me beautiful,"
"You have a magnetic body, so perfect, I never get tired of watching," Jalal said.
She was thoughtful for a moment while looking away.
"I don’t know, perhaps my body is not in best shape for some but I like it as it is and Nadir likes it too," she said in a matter-of-fact voice standing up and turning around to face away from him.
He looked if trying to appear objective he said, "You're just a nice shape," he assured her, "Just right."
Then aware that his comments might be out of place, he added, "Lots of men of any age find you incredibly attractive, I'm sure."
He was blushing while he talked die last sentence, and she saw it.
"Time I was going," he said. "It's getting late."
"Okay, Nadir comes today a little bit later than normal," she said.
Jalal stood up to leave.
Meena came closer to him and for the first time and without warning, she kissed him on the cheek. He was at first shocked but then hugged her, without hesitation she let him and hugged him too and they stayed for a moment without doing anything else, like this. He kept his hips back, away from her, well aware that their approaching had excited him and not wanting her to feel it and perhaps be shocked at his physical reaction.
Meena had noticed this and kept the distance.
"Better that I leave at once before I do something indecent," Jalal said and moved on to door.
"You are not the type to do something bad," and after somehow sad look added, "apart from this I don't think I could be a cheating wife, I am not very good at it. As an almost 33 years old married woman who is not very young more, I should be careful because I love my husband and under no circumstances do I want to risk my marriage," she said and looked at Jalal smiling.
"But you would certainly receive more immoral offers because of how pretty you are, am I right?" Jalal asked.
"Secrets shall remain secrets," Meena giggled and then said, "Maybe see you tomorrow?"
"Sure," Jalal agreed, "If you don't finish work too late."
At the door, he turned to Meena and said, "By the way, I wanted to invite you to dinner at the weekend, perhaps best on Friday evening."
"Oh, yes, sure, thank you, but I have to wait and see if Nadir is free," Meena replied.
"But if Doki doesn't have time, I would love to go out for dinner alone with you, just the two of us," he said quietly.
For Meena there was a moment of word loss. Jalal saw her confusion.
She was blushing again, and he saw it.
"Sorry, I didn't want to come out so quickly, maybe some other time if you agree," and after a short pause, he said, "I hope this was no immoral offer," he laughed and added, "see you tomorrow, beautiful Meena,"and opened the door...
* * *
Later when I came home, Meena was waiting for me in the living room, and we went straight into the dining room for dinner. During dinner I asked her if Jalal was there.
Meena answered that he was there and brought flowers for her. She added that he had to leave early, and his visit was short.
She didn't mention anything else.
After dinner when we sat down to watch TV, she spoke, "Oh, I forgot to say, he invited us to dinner at the weekend preferably on Friday if you have the day off."
I replied, "Okay, I'll see if it is possible,"...
* * *
Friday evening, we followed Jalal's invitation. When we arrived, we noticed that it was a rather special, expensive club-restaurant.
Jalal was already there and greeted us.
I noted that he knows the place very well. We later found out that, it is his regular restaurant, and the chief who was owner of restaurant is a close friend of him.
We had a round table, Meena wanted to watch the dance floor, so I had to sit opposite her.
Jalal sat next to her. During the meal Jalal was very attentive to Meena I could hear his voice as he chatted, with my wife.
I could hear him, but I couldn't understand what he was saying.
The music was a bit too loud.
Jalal drank about three glasses of wine before and during dinner.
I realized that he was a little drunk when he started more or less flirting verbally with Meena.
I could tell my wife was captivated as he regaled her with a string of stories and anecdotes about all sorts of things.
From time to time, I noticed him leaning in and whispering in a conspiratorial manner into Meena's ear.
He also placed his hand on hers from time to time, for a very short moment, and I was very surprised at his flattery and flirting with Meena. At some point after the meal had finished a band struck up and various couples headed for the dance floor.
I am a reluctant dancer and Meena knew this always.
I noticed Meena staring wistfully at those dancing.
I knew she likes to dance.
I had to leave for some minutes to answer a call from my assistant.
As I came back, perhaps sensing her wish to dance, Jalal suddenly Asked her if she would like to dance.
Glancing at me Meena said, "is that alright Nadir?"
"Yes sure, go for it" I replied, not wanting to spoil her fun and besides I was lightly excited to watch them close while dancing.
Standing up I realised how tall Jalal was, even with her heels, he seemed to tower over Meena.
As he led my Meena to the dance floor, I realised how gorgeous she looked.
She had on a black Knee-length cocktail dress, with a very low cut back, black thigh high stockings.
I was sure that Jalal had noticed and observed her cleavage before, while sitting.
I watched intently as they joined the other couples who were dancing.
I must have watched for four or five dances, when the band slowed the tempo down and announced that they were going to a sequence of slower numbers.
I could see Meena turn to come back to the table, but Jalal caught her hand and bent down to whisper in her ear.
I don't know what he said, but I saw Meena glance toward me, smile and then turn back to join Jalal for the first slow dance.
I was slightly surprised, but as the tall old strong man took my wife in his arms I realised I was also very aroused.
I couldn't help but feel this tingling sensation. The adrenaline rush. Seeing him holding my sexy Meena so close, with one hand on her bare back sent shivers through me and I could feel my cock swell.
I realized that seeing this large dude ogling my beautiful, kind wife, excited me.
Meena was way out of this old guy's league.
Perhaps that was why he wasn't hiding his interest all that well, perhaps he knew he had no chance with a girl like her. And may be this was why he was trying his chance without restraint.
They moved in prefect harmony and looked really good together.
I could see other men obviously drooling over my lovely wife with her long legs and strappy high-heel sandals.
As the third slow number started, I noticed that Meena had rested her head against the shoulder and neck of Jalal and that he was really pulling her in close.
At one point I could see his leg between hers and knew that he must be thrusting his muscular thigh against her mound.
I could only guess how Meena felt, but imagined in her merry state, that she was enjoying the stimulation.
When the band announced the last slow number, I felt that both Jalal and my wife was melding their bodies into one.
My cock by this stage was threatening to burst free.
Shortly after the dance ended and they stood there, I saw Jalal in a darkened, remote corner of crowded dance floor bent his head and kissed Meena on her left cheek.
I could see Meena with her eyes searched to locate me and as she found my gaze, she smiled weakly.
I expected that to be a step too far, but I was wrong.
After the initial shock, I saw my wife look up into Jalal's face, put her hands on his shoulder and kissed him back on the cheek.
I was so aroused.
I had never felt like that before in the last few months, and realised that I had enjoyed the sight of Jalal flirting with and being intimate with my sexy Meena.
They made straight for our table.
Meena grabbed a large glass of water. She downed most of it before she spotted me watching her and smiling.
Meena said, "imagine what, Jalal told me that he had taken dance classes in his teens and youth but had not danced for over twenty years, he dances masterfully."
After grabbing a glass of wine for me I said, "that was really hot,".
Meena looked at me to see if I had said something stupid.
"Are you drunk, Nadir? That was just a dance," she said.
I knew right away that I worded it imbecile and not suitable, and tried to redesign it, "I meant it is hot here," and laughed.
"Meena is a very good dancer Doki, and she is the most beautiful lady here. I am so proud to have permission to dance with her, you are a very lucky man." Jalal said.
I looked at Meena who looked very flushed and then back at the beaming Jalal. "Yes, she is lovely, isn't she? I'm glad you enjoyed dancing with her. She probably told you I am not very good at dancing?"
"Ha, your misfortune is my lucky day," said Jalal.
Shortly after they had settled back at the table, I realised that the evening was coming to an end soon.
I also realised that I wanted more excitement to be provided this evening.
Before I could formulate any kind of coherent plan to make this a reality, Meena asked me if we can leave because she has a slight heath ache after wine, which is not uncommon for her.
I saw Jalal has lost his temper a bit.
He said, "it is a pity that it's over and you have to go, but promise me we'll definitely do it again."
Maybe he expected more from this evening, too, I thought.
We thanked Jalal and I told him that we enjoyed the evening and we’ll repeat it for sure.
Meena thanked him for dancing and told him she enjoyed the evening too.
Then we both shook the hands with Jalal and left the restaurant...
* * *
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."...
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The rest of the journey home was spent in silence, and I was holding hands with my Meena...
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Smell it, but don't tear it offDemeter
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