05-11-2025, 10:16 PM
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.’, andtried 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 am 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 Jala 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…"
There 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, "ahhhh ahhh, 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.
"Ahh 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, ohhh, 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 yesss, ohhh, yessss... Jalal, I'm cumming...I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" 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...
* * *
The purpose was obvious at this point.
But the thing that surprised Meena the most was not that the old Noori,
although he promised to be good, was making a pass at her again, but that she actually was sexually responding to it!
Their hands were becoming warmly moist.
Sweat began to form on Meena's upper lip and in her hot cleavage.
The movie and also the loving pair had definitely lost her attention. It could have been a blank screen for all she cared at this point.
Old man, Jalal was beginning to proactively rub the back of her hand into his every second more rigid becoming cock!
Now was the time when Meena had to either cross the line or remove her hand and pretend nothing had happened.
This was going in a direction that she didn’t want, in the area above the red line that she had in mind, and that in the back of a darkened movie theatre!
Her nipples were hardening, her skin was literally tingling.
There was no turning back!
Jalal Norri was very active in area beyond the red line, he showed this yesterday!
And now again was initiating a sexual foreplay between them. But despite these thoughts and reaching the red alert in her mind, Meena started stroking the back of her hand into Jalal's heating crotch.
She crossed the red line into mutual seduction.
Jalal reacted by slightly spreading his legs in the dark.
Meena pressed and rubbed the back of her hand into his lap and directly to his now very erect cock, not knowing where this would lead, but knowing she wanted it to lead not too far!
Meena knew at the moment she wanted this to do.
Her hormones and a lot of alcohol in her head, wanted this.
And of course it was obvious that Jalal wanted it with her well beyond the limits she has set for herself!
The old man switched hands, taking Meena's right hand with her own right hand to continue the lap-action.
However, he moved his left arm smoothly over Meena's head and dbangd it around her shoulders, placing his left hand on the young woman's shoulder.
As Jalal began to caress Meena's upper arm, he simultaneously pulled young wife’s closer to him and tilted her head over to rest on his shoulder, next to his face. Her good smelling hair touched his cheeks, as Meena slightly rested her head next to Jalal's. All while her hand rubbed on and around in the lap and the starchy rod of the old man.
Her smooth, soft cheek touched his good shaved but ticklish cheek of him, throwing off more sparks between them. It was one thing when hands touched, but another when faces did; and then Jalal began to move his cheek lovingly
over Meena's.
They could have been two lovers, although not matching ages, out on a date getting romantic sitting in the dark at the movies--which is exactly what this was becoming!
With this sudden change in body position, Meena was feeling her cunt leaking juice down the sides of her hot pussy.
The special perfume scent from Jalal, the heat emanating from her own cunt- And his tissue covered dick, and the caressing of their cheeks together was a combination that was making Meena's skin crawl with lust.
That was the only word to describe it. Sheer, unadulterated lust!
They were probably about a third through the second part of movie as they had been petting in the back of the theatre.
Meena could feel Jalal's long fingers caressing both her shoulder and the side of her left breast.
The thin silk of her blouse held nothing back.
Her large nipples were hard as rocks and her cunt were leaking juice from behind the slips.
She could hear Jalal begin to breath heavier as the hand in his lap was working its sexual magic.
Then the two began going to the next level of seduction between them.
As their cheeks were caressing, Jalal turned his face one time more inward toward Meena's and lightly kissed her on the very corner of her deep-red mouth.
He did this with the next three cheek-caresses, turning his lips inward and lightly kissing the corner of Meena's mouth.
This was a message.
Jalal was almost certain that he had her where he wanted her... He was convinced that tonight, the goal could be achieved if he hadn't made any mistakes.
Meena could soon give herself to him and become his woman, not just emotionally, completely... Emotionally and physically, how he had wished and planned...
Her heavenly body would open up to him and let him occupy her, today and tomorrow and...
If Meena wanted to kiss Jalal, she could easily turn her face in return.
If not, and this was all that her loyal side wished to take it with, from this dark back of the theatre, from her old companion, then no further movement was necessary.
But it would only be a small break for a moment, the night was yet young!
This was also the place to bring it to the next level if Meena wanted it.
And yes, Meena wanted it!
She had never kissed a man with passion before, in the cinema, at least not for many, many years.
In the past, as young lovers with Nadir, before they were married, perhaps a few Times they were in the movie theatre, feeling, touching and kissing each other.
But that was all forgotten now and belonged to the past.
Now, with Jalal, but there was no going back on this.
This was happening so fast that she had no ability to even question her instincts, momentary horniness and will of her body.
The fourth time Jalal went to turn her lips in to kiss Meena, the young married wife turned to meet the old man's mouth, too. Their very full lips pressed softly together.
No tongue, still closed, they shared their full mouth-on-mouth kiss very softly and passionately.
At first tentatively, then with more confidence and urgency.
Jalal thought, he had never kissed anyone with lips so soft and pliant, not even as a teenager with is very young girlfriend.
He could feel the stickiness of Meena's lipstick and as they broke this first kiss, their lower lips stuck briefly together.
Their lips came apart the first time, then re-joined, still closed. The two, lovers for this evening, pressed those lips upon each other, increasing the pressure steadily until they were mashed to each other.
After a full half minute of lip-pressing, they broke the kiss again.
But this time, for the first time, they made eye contact with each other.
Even in the dark of the movie theatre, as the film flickered on the screen, Jalal could see Meena's face.
But for the first time, there was a look of unbridled lust in the sexy married young Meena's expression!
Raw, unbridled lust--and not a smile, but the corner of the woman's beautiful mouth turning up in almost a leer of sheer sexual devouring!
Meena suddenly knew that, regardless of what just happened physically between them, and the new sexual attraction she felt toward this old man, Jalal was engulfed in a passion for her that had to be quenched!
Whether she wanted it or not, the big-old Jalal, was about to pounce on his prey!
And to top it off, as Jalal continued to caress Meena's silk-covered shoulder, the old man, actually ran his long, thick tongue over her upper and lower lips... slowly, wetly.
Jalal was almost salivating over her new female sex-object, licking her lips in anticipation of what was to come! Briefly gazing into each other's eyes in the dark, they exchanged the final agreement--it was okay to go further. Then
almost simultaneously, they each averted their eyes down to each other's lips.
Meena’s burgundy and deep red lipstick was slightly smeared on his lips now, Not too much, but just enough to leave a residue of their first kisses.
If an usher had shined his flashlight on them at that moment, it would be obvious these two lovers were at the beginnings of a deep make-out session in the back of the theatre...
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.’, andtried 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 am 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 Jala 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…"
There 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, "ahhhh ahhh, 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.
"Ahh 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, ohhh, 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 yesss, ohhh, yessss... Jalal, I'm cumming...I'm cumming, I'm cumming!" 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...
* * *
The purpose was obvious at this point.
But the thing that surprised Meena the most was not that the old Noori,
although he promised to be good, was making a pass at her again, but that she actually was sexually responding to it!
Their hands were becoming warmly moist.
Sweat began to form on Meena's upper lip and in her hot cleavage.
The movie and also the loving pair had definitely lost her attention. It could have been a blank screen for all she cared at this point.
Old man, Jalal was beginning to proactively rub the back of her hand into his every second more rigid becoming cock!
Now was the time when Meena had to either cross the line or remove her hand and pretend nothing had happened.
This was going in a direction that she didn’t want, in the area above the red line that she had in mind, and that in the back of a darkened movie theatre!
Her nipples were hardening, her skin was literally tingling.
There was no turning back!
Jalal Norri was very active in area beyond the red line, he showed this yesterday!
And now again was initiating a sexual foreplay between them. But despite these thoughts and reaching the red alert in her mind, Meena started stroking the back of her hand into Jalal's heating crotch.
She crossed the red line into mutual seduction.
Jalal reacted by slightly spreading his legs in the dark.
Meena pressed and rubbed the back of her hand into his lap and directly to his now very erect cock, not knowing where this would lead, but knowing she wanted it to lead not too far!
Meena knew at the moment she wanted this to do.
Her hormones and a lot of alcohol in her head, wanted this.
And of course it was obvious that Jalal wanted it with her well beyond the limits she has set for herself!
The old man switched hands, taking Meena's right hand with her own right hand to continue the lap-action.
However, he moved his left arm smoothly over Meena's head and dbangd it around her shoulders, placing his left hand on the young woman's shoulder.
As Jalal began to caress Meena's upper arm, he simultaneously pulled young wife’s closer to him and tilted her head over to rest on his shoulder, next to his face. Her good smelling hair touched his cheeks, as Meena slightly rested her head next to Jalal's. All while her hand rubbed on and around in the lap and the starchy rod of the old man.
Her smooth, soft cheek touched his good shaved but ticklish cheek of him, throwing off more sparks between them. It was one thing when hands touched, but another when faces did; and then Jalal began to move his cheek lovingly
over Meena's.
They could have been two lovers, although not matching ages, out on a date getting romantic sitting in the dark at the movies--which is exactly what this was becoming!
With this sudden change in body position, Meena was feeling her cunt leaking juice down the sides of her hot pussy.
The special perfume scent from Jalal, the heat emanating from her own cunt- And his tissue covered dick, and the caressing of their cheeks together was a combination that was making Meena's skin crawl with lust.
That was the only word to describe it. Sheer, unadulterated lust!
They were probably about a third through the second part of movie as they had been petting in the back of the theatre.
Meena could feel Jalal's long fingers caressing both her shoulder and the side of her left breast.
The thin silk of her blouse held nothing back.
Her large nipples were hard as rocks and her cunt were leaking juice from behind the slips.
She could hear Jalal begin to breath heavier as the hand in his lap was working its sexual magic.
Then the two began going to the next level of seduction between them.
As their cheeks were caressing, Jalal turned his face one time more inward toward Meena's and lightly kissed her on the very corner of her deep-red mouth.
He did this with the next three cheek-caresses, turning his lips inward and lightly kissing the corner of Meena's mouth.
This was a message.
Jalal was almost certain that he had her where he wanted her... He was convinced that tonight, the goal could be achieved if he hadn't made any mistakes.
Meena could soon give herself to him and become his woman, not just emotionally, completely... Emotionally and physically, how he had wished and planned...
Her heavenly body would open up to him and let him occupy her, today and tomorrow and...
If Meena wanted to kiss Jalal, she could easily turn her face in return.
If not, and this was all that her loyal side wished to take it with, from this dark back of the theatre, from her old companion, then no further movement was necessary.
But it would only be a small break for a moment, the night was yet young!
This was also the place to bring it to the next level if Meena wanted it.
And yes, Meena wanted it!
She had never kissed a man with passion before, in the cinema, at least not for many, many years.
In the past, as young lovers with Nadir, before they were married, perhaps a few Times they were in the movie theatre, feeling, touching and kissing each other.
But that was all forgotten now and belonged to the past.
Now, with Jalal, but there was no going back on this.
This was happening so fast that she had no ability to even question her instincts, momentary horniness and will of her body.
The fourth time Jalal went to turn her lips in to kiss Meena, the young married wife turned to meet the old man's mouth, too. Their very full lips pressed softly together.
No tongue, still closed, they shared their full mouth-on-mouth kiss very softly and passionately.
At first tentatively, then with more confidence and urgency.
Jalal thought, he had never kissed anyone with lips so soft and pliant, not even as a teenager with is very young girlfriend.
He could feel the stickiness of Meena's lipstick and as they broke this first kiss, their lower lips stuck briefly together.
Their lips came apart the first time, then re-joined, still closed. The two, lovers for this evening, pressed those lips upon each other, increasing the pressure steadily until they were mashed to each other.
After a full half minute of lip-pressing, they broke the kiss again.
But this time, for the first time, they made eye contact with each other.
Even in the dark of the movie theatre, as the film flickered on the screen, Jalal could see Meena's face.
But for the first time, there was a look of unbridled lust in the sexy married young Meena's expression!
Raw, unbridled lust--and not a smile, but the corner of the woman's beautiful mouth turning up in almost a leer of sheer sexual devouring!
Meena suddenly knew that, regardless of what just happened physically between them, and the new sexual attraction she felt toward this old man, Jalal was engulfed in a passion for her that had to be quenched!
Whether she wanted it or not, the big-old Jalal, was about to pounce on his prey!
And to top it off, as Jalal continued to caress Meena's silk-covered shoulder, the old man, actually ran his long, thick tongue over her upper and lower lips... slowly, wetly.
Jalal was almost salivating over her new female sex-object, licking her lips in anticipation of what was to come! Briefly gazing into each other's eyes in the dark, they exchanged the final agreement--it was okay to go further. Then
almost simultaneously, they each averted their eyes down to each other's lips.
Meena’s burgundy and deep red lipstick was slightly smeared on his lips now, Not too much, but just enough to leave a residue of their first kisses.
If an usher had shined his flashlight on them at that moment, it would be obvious these two lovers were at the beginnings of a deep make-out session in the back of the theatre...
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Smell it, but don't tear it off
Demeter
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