02-01-2019, 01:33 PM
Mr. Anand Mohan Rao
He took Lekha’s hand in his and gave a squeeze and she patted his back. Earlier this morning, he had called Ramesh and told him that he had some last minute urgent instructions to give him and so wanted to drive him to the airport and discuss the stuff on the way. Ramesh, who was by then extremely keyed up for his first overseas assignment, said ok. Moreover, he was grateful for the boss backing him so well.
As they had rehearsed, Lekha shouted in the background, asking him if he was speaking with Ramesh and then had wanted to speak with him herself. Mr. Rao had passed over his phone.
“Hey Ramesh! Wanted to wish you all luck for the trip”, she had trilled.
“Thank you mam, thanks”, Ramesh had gushed from the other end.
“I know you will do very well and listen if Anand gives you any hard time, just give me a call.”
She heard his embarrassed chuckle from the other end. “No mam, I am so lucky to have sir.”
“And don’t forget to get some duty free gold for Kajol”, she had added deftly adding the personal touch. “By the way, Kajol would be alone, … , why not let her have lunch with us today, do you mind?”
“Certainly not, mam! But that would be too much of an imposition…”, his voice had trailed off.
“Nonsense”, she had chided him, “put her on, let me talk to her direct.”
When Kajol’s voice came on, Lekha had brushed aside all her arguments and extracted her agreement to come over to their house today for lunch, directly after they had seen off Ramesh at the airport. “Let’s have some ladies talk.”, she had said.
Then she had changed tack. “Er, Kajol, have you tried out that saree?”
There was a moment’s pause and Kajol’s voice had a tremor in it, “No Lekhaji, err I mean Lekha. I don’t know if I can wear it.”
“Nonsense!”, she had shouted, “I know you will look simply beautiful in it. Put it on when you come over.” After that, they had terminated their conversation.
Mr. Rao sighed. Things looked promising now …
* * *
The couple were already waiting downstairs when he reached them in the company car. He did a double take – Kajol was indeed wearing that mauve green saree. Probably, she had done some adjustments – like putting on a double fold back at the front – so that it afforded some acceptable degree. Nevertheless, she was a sight to behold and he said so.
Kajol had flushed and they had got seated, Kajol riding in the front while the visibly nervous Ramesh sat besides his boss in the back. The chauffeur drove on.
Throughout the ride, he went over with Ramesh about the presentation that he would be delivering tomorrow to the Singaporean clients, making him repeat his points systematically and adding some trades of the trick from his side. By the time, they reached the airport, Ramesh was considerably less nervous. He thanked the boss for all the support and promised to send back his feedback at the earliest.
“Tell you what”, he had added, “if required, I will simply hop over there, if there is a need.”
Then they had shaken hands and Ramesh had walked in through the security gates.
* * *
He invited her to ride back with him on the way back.
“I will drop you with Lekha and then head out for outside work”, he told her with a straight face. “You two ladies can have a nice afternoon to yourselves.”
“Oh thank you sir”, she had said, “really you shouldn’t have gone into all that trouble.”
“Trouble”, he countered her, “trouble is when Lekha instructs me to do something and I forget it.” His smile was disarming.
They reached his two storied bungalow. They walked in and she was amazed at the opulence. “It’ so beautiful”, she commented.
He just smiled in acknowledgment and said, “Come let’s go up. She must be waiting upstairs.”
He guided her upstairs and opened the door of the bedroom and both walked inside.
But there was no sight of Lekha there to Kajol’s surprise. Mr. Rao also had a perplexed look on his face. He gave one look at Kajol and then brought out his cell phone.
“Where are you Lekha?”, he shouted, “Kajol is already here.” Then his brows furrowed as he listened closely to what he heard from the other end. After a while, he offered Kajol the mobile, “She wants to speak with you.”
“Hello..”, Kajol didn’t know what this all was happening.
“Hello Kajol”, Lekha’s cultured voice came over from the other end, “Right now I am at the … hospital, … , it’s a close friend, …, slipped in the bathroom, … , called me up, … , and I couldn’t possibly say no, … , couldn’t I, … , good you understand, … , what did you say?, … , no she just sustained a minor sprain and is getting bandaged over, … , no no, you must stay for lunch, … , I will be back in a couple of hours, … , don’t worry about his programs, … , he will wait till I come over, … , no, no, you can’t think of going away like this – this is your first time in our house – how do you think I shall feel, … , no it’s final, you are staying there till I reach in an hour, … , then we shall have lunch.
She handed the mobile back to him, and he spoke a little further, making a wry face at her suggestions, and finally hung up.
“So”, he let out a sigh, “here we are” spread out his hands in a gesture of helplessness, “at the ladyship’s command”, he made a very good imitation of a hen pecked husband, “to wait out till her highness returns.”
Then his eyes lighted up as if he had remembered something. “Let’s make the best use of it”, he gave her a foxy smile and led her by her arm to the nearby sofa and made her sit there. Thereafter, he went out of the room and returned shortly thereafter with a bottle and two glasses, which he gleefully waved before her face and sat down besides her.
“Let’s toast to Ramesh’s success, the poor woman’s recovery, our friendship, Lekhaji’s continued good health, your academic achievements, to world peace, to all those who are winning the nobel prize this year …”
He was being so facetious, that she couldn’t help bursting out into laughter. Her mind went on to Ramesh and she asked, “Do you think he would be airborne by now?”
He made a show of consulting his watch and then replied gravely, “He is among the clouds for the last half hours – and by that I mean, he would be truly in the clouds, if I know my boy – you know they serve free liquor on international flights.”
Then he had laughed out loud and handed her over a full glass. “Remember bottom up. Let’s see who finishes first”
She clinked glasses with him and joined him in the race to drain the glass in one go. Laughing, she waved her empty glass and shouted in glee “I won, I won - see.”
He made out a sour face , that of a sore loser and finally shrugged his shoulders and refilled the glasses. “Okay, okay, I concede”, he lifted his hands in dramatically in defeat. “Let’s now enjoy the this round, slowly – the way it should be.
She nodded happily. He started telling her some interesting facts regarding his profession; and she was amazed to learn how many movie actors, industrialists and politicians were using image branding. True, Ramesh had tried to tell her these things a couple of times but she couldn’t find any interest. But the way Mr. Rao, explained things, it was so easy to understand. She had a sudden respect for him.
Between the rounds of the filling of glasses, she discovered, that somehow they had moved closer to each other on the sofa. His free hand, had gone round, face close to hers and voices dropping to close intimate levels …
The wine had already started to take its effect and she was no longer in a state to decide what was proper and what was not … As a matter of fact, she was discovering how handsome he looked at close quarters. She took in his dark face with the pointed nose, the manly moustache; the glint of intelligence in those eyes; the suave cut of his suit; and most importantly his voice, the tone that suggested raw power …
He stopped talking, aware that she was sufficiently gone now to offer any resistance. He took away the empty glass from her hand and put his arm around her neck. Inches apart, he looked into her eyes. An instant later he had placed his lips on hers …
Then he withdrew abruptly. “My god! You are so beautiful – forgive me – I don’t know what came over me”, he said, his arms still around her neck.
Kajol looked back at him and gave a drunken giggle. “Hee hee, your mustache tickles.”
He lost no time thereafter. Latching on to her lips, he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. Kajol was taken aback at the sudden assault. Before, she could act, his tongue had already started exploring her inside. She was at a loss what to do. Then the familiar sensations rose their tentacles. Instinctively, she started sucking back. Her arm went behind him, pulling him closer, for more traction, more pleasure …
Rao now changed tack. Still engaged in the tongue-play, he pulled her down to the sofac maneuvered her feet up. Cradling her head in her hands, he withdrew the tongue and started kissing her in earnest…
Kajol was swept up in another world all together. She registered the masculine scent of the leather below, the heady aroma of the wine and the strong musky odor of her aggressor above … she closed her eyes and gave in to the deliciously wicked sensations…
Above her, Rao had now systematically started to kiss her eyes, her brows, her nose and everywhere on her face. Her eyes were closed and a soft moan issued from her. Deliberately, he moved to her breasts, tracing out the contours of a breast and gave a small squeeze. Kajol opened her eyes and smiled a bit. She pulled his head down. Deftly, Rao moved on to her saree pin clipped to the blouse and pulled it off. The flimsy saree came off, leaving her full bosom in his full view. He sidled down to her chest, placing his cheek on the inviting mound. His hands went to her blouse and, he started disengaging the hooks, one by one, without any hurry. A moment later, the blouse flaps were cast to each side. In full view, were her magnificent breasts, bulging out from under the brassiere.
She helped him get rid of both the blouse and bra. He took both her hands in his and raised them above her head. He looked at the perfectly shaped treasures below and pecked at a nipple. Then he let go of her hands and latched on to the other …
Kajol experienced a jolt of electricity at his touch. Despite herself, she quivered
“You are so strong, oh so strong”, she half murmured…as Rao went on methodically sucking at her breasts.
When her pleasure was about to reach the climax, she pushed him off her and straightened up. Then she started pulling at his suit, his ties, and unbuttoning his shirt. Rao knew what she wanted and stood up. One by one, Kajol, removed his suit, the pant, the vest and finally lowered his underwear.
Leaking profusely, his monster bobbed up at her face. Her gaze softened as she looked at it. She ran a loving hand over it and noted the veins standing out. To her it seemed like a Viking god demanding obeisance. She pulled at the foreskin and the glans underneath seemed to pulsate. She caressed it lovingly. Then she felt the pressure of his hand behind her head and then the gentle push, …, she understood and opened her mouth and took him in.
She gave it a thorough licking, running her tongue all over and then moved to his balls, taking in each and sucking on them. The skin around had tightened, she found and that he was leaking profusely now, ... , she went back to the tip and placed her mouth in a sucking kiss, …, enjoying that unique salty taste, … Simultaneously, she became aware of the flooding in her crotch. Reluctantly, letting go of his cock, she stood up and unwound the saree which dropped down. The petticoat and her panties cames off in a trice.
He led her to the bed, and held her in a close embrace there. Then he placed his hand in her crotch and noted happily that she was all wet by now. Pulling away her legs, he mounted her, the penis poised at the entrance. He felt her hand on his cock, and her adjusting herself below him. Then she had guided him inside her. Next, he had started pumping her and she was thrusting back, matching him thrust for thrust …
Later, he had rolled off her and Kajol lay by his side. Catching her breath, she half straddled him and kissed him tenderly. Her hands started making circular motions about his hairy chest. She kissed him longer this time. “I love you”, she whispered in his ears. Immediately, he embraced her and they snuggled, arms and legs intertwined. Later, he remarked that probably Lekha would be returning now and both got up immediately.
* * *
When they came downstairs, Lekha was already back, seated on the divan. For a second, dread struck Kajol. But she need not have bothered. Lekha had looked at her and in that single look had conveyed her knowledge of what had taken place and also her approval.
“Come guys, you must all be hungry”, she had said ushering towards the laid out dining table.
There was just some small talk over lunch. Afterwards, Lekha had entreated her to stay over for the night. But Kajol had refused.
“I have an appointment, that I can not afford to miss”, she said.
* * *
He took Lekha’s hand in his and gave a squeeze and she patted his back. Earlier this morning, he had called Ramesh and told him that he had some last minute urgent instructions to give him and so wanted to drive him to the airport and discuss the stuff on the way. Ramesh, who was by then extremely keyed up for his first overseas assignment, said ok. Moreover, he was grateful for the boss backing him so well.
As they had rehearsed, Lekha shouted in the background, asking him if he was speaking with Ramesh and then had wanted to speak with him herself. Mr. Rao had passed over his phone.
“Hey Ramesh! Wanted to wish you all luck for the trip”, she had trilled.
“Thank you mam, thanks”, Ramesh had gushed from the other end.
“I know you will do very well and listen if Anand gives you any hard time, just give me a call.”
She heard his embarrassed chuckle from the other end. “No mam, I am so lucky to have sir.”
“And don’t forget to get some duty free gold for Kajol”, she had added deftly adding the personal touch. “By the way, Kajol would be alone, … , why not let her have lunch with us today, do you mind?”
“Certainly not, mam! But that would be too much of an imposition…”, his voice had trailed off.
“Nonsense”, she had chided him, “put her on, let me talk to her direct.”
When Kajol’s voice came on, Lekha had brushed aside all her arguments and extracted her agreement to come over to their house today for lunch, directly after they had seen off Ramesh at the airport. “Let’s have some ladies talk.”, she had said.
Then she had changed tack. “Er, Kajol, have you tried out that saree?”
There was a moment’s pause and Kajol’s voice had a tremor in it, “No Lekhaji, err I mean Lekha. I don’t know if I can wear it.”
“Nonsense!”, she had shouted, “I know you will look simply beautiful in it. Put it on when you come over.” After that, they had terminated their conversation.
Mr. Rao sighed. Things looked promising now …
* * *
The couple were already waiting downstairs when he reached them in the company car. He did a double take – Kajol was indeed wearing that mauve green saree. Probably, she had done some adjustments – like putting on a double fold back at the front – so that it afforded some acceptable degree. Nevertheless, she was a sight to behold and he said so.
Kajol had flushed and they had got seated, Kajol riding in the front while the visibly nervous Ramesh sat besides his boss in the back. The chauffeur drove on.
Throughout the ride, he went over with Ramesh about the presentation that he would be delivering tomorrow to the Singaporean clients, making him repeat his points systematically and adding some trades of the trick from his side. By the time, they reached the airport, Ramesh was considerably less nervous. He thanked the boss for all the support and promised to send back his feedback at the earliest.
“Tell you what”, he had added, “if required, I will simply hop over there, if there is a need.”
Then they had shaken hands and Ramesh had walked in through the security gates.
* * *
He invited her to ride back with him on the way back.
“I will drop you with Lekha and then head out for outside work”, he told her with a straight face. “You two ladies can have a nice afternoon to yourselves.”
“Oh thank you sir”, she had said, “really you shouldn’t have gone into all that trouble.”
“Trouble”, he countered her, “trouble is when Lekha instructs me to do something and I forget it.” His smile was disarming.
They reached his two storied bungalow. They walked in and she was amazed at the opulence. “It’ so beautiful”, she commented.
He just smiled in acknowledgment and said, “Come let’s go up. She must be waiting upstairs.”
He guided her upstairs and opened the door of the bedroom and both walked inside.
But there was no sight of Lekha there to Kajol’s surprise. Mr. Rao also had a perplexed look on his face. He gave one look at Kajol and then brought out his cell phone.
“Where are you Lekha?”, he shouted, “Kajol is already here.” Then his brows furrowed as he listened closely to what he heard from the other end. After a while, he offered Kajol the mobile, “She wants to speak with you.”
“Hello..”, Kajol didn’t know what this all was happening.
“Hello Kajol”, Lekha’s cultured voice came over from the other end, “Right now I am at the … hospital, … , it’s a close friend, …, slipped in the bathroom, … , called me up, … , and I couldn’t possibly say no, … , couldn’t I, … , good you understand, … , what did you say?, … , no she just sustained a minor sprain and is getting bandaged over, … , no no, you must stay for lunch, … , I will be back in a couple of hours, … , don’t worry about his programs, … , he will wait till I come over, … , no, no, you can’t think of going away like this – this is your first time in our house – how do you think I shall feel, … , no it’s final, you are staying there till I reach in an hour, … , then we shall have lunch.
She handed the mobile back to him, and he spoke a little further, making a wry face at her suggestions, and finally hung up.
“So”, he let out a sigh, “here we are” spread out his hands in a gesture of helplessness, “at the ladyship’s command”, he made a very good imitation of a hen pecked husband, “to wait out till her highness returns.”
Then his eyes lighted up as if he had remembered something. “Let’s make the best use of it”, he gave her a foxy smile and led her by her arm to the nearby sofa and made her sit there. Thereafter, he went out of the room and returned shortly thereafter with a bottle and two glasses, which he gleefully waved before her face and sat down besides her.
“Let’s toast to Ramesh’s success, the poor woman’s recovery, our friendship, Lekhaji’s continued good health, your academic achievements, to world peace, to all those who are winning the nobel prize this year …”
He was being so facetious, that she couldn’t help bursting out into laughter. Her mind went on to Ramesh and she asked, “Do you think he would be airborne by now?”
He made a show of consulting his watch and then replied gravely, “He is among the clouds for the last half hours – and by that I mean, he would be truly in the clouds, if I know my boy – you know they serve free liquor on international flights.”
Then he had laughed out loud and handed her over a full glass. “Remember bottom up. Let’s see who finishes first”
She clinked glasses with him and joined him in the race to drain the glass in one go. Laughing, she waved her empty glass and shouted in glee “I won, I won - see.”
He made out a sour face , that of a sore loser and finally shrugged his shoulders and refilled the glasses. “Okay, okay, I concede”, he lifted his hands in dramatically in defeat. “Let’s now enjoy the this round, slowly – the way it should be.
She nodded happily. He started telling her some interesting facts regarding his profession; and she was amazed to learn how many movie actors, industrialists and politicians were using image branding. True, Ramesh had tried to tell her these things a couple of times but she couldn’t find any interest. But the way Mr. Rao, explained things, it was so easy to understand. She had a sudden respect for him.
Between the rounds of the filling of glasses, she discovered, that somehow they had moved closer to each other on the sofa. His free hand, had gone round, face close to hers and voices dropping to close intimate levels …
The wine had already started to take its effect and she was no longer in a state to decide what was proper and what was not … As a matter of fact, she was discovering how handsome he looked at close quarters. She took in his dark face with the pointed nose, the manly moustache; the glint of intelligence in those eyes; the suave cut of his suit; and most importantly his voice, the tone that suggested raw power …
He stopped talking, aware that she was sufficiently gone now to offer any resistance. He took away the empty glass from her hand and put his arm around her neck. Inches apart, he looked into her eyes. An instant later he had placed his lips on hers …
Then he withdrew abruptly. “My god! You are so beautiful – forgive me – I don’t know what came over me”, he said, his arms still around her neck.
Kajol looked back at him and gave a drunken giggle. “Hee hee, your mustache tickles.”
He lost no time thereafter. Latching on to her lips, he thrust his tongue deep into her mouth. Kajol was taken aback at the sudden assault. Before, she could act, his tongue had already started exploring her inside. She was at a loss what to do. Then the familiar sensations rose their tentacles. Instinctively, she started sucking back. Her arm went behind him, pulling him closer, for more traction, more pleasure …
Rao now changed tack. Still engaged in the tongue-play, he pulled her down to the sofac maneuvered her feet up. Cradling her head in her hands, he withdrew the tongue and started kissing her in earnest…
Kajol was swept up in another world all together. She registered the masculine scent of the leather below, the heady aroma of the wine and the strong musky odor of her aggressor above … she closed her eyes and gave in to the deliciously wicked sensations…
Above her, Rao had now systematically started to kiss her eyes, her brows, her nose and everywhere on her face. Her eyes were closed and a soft moan issued from her. Deliberately, he moved to her breasts, tracing out the contours of a breast and gave a small squeeze. Kajol opened her eyes and smiled a bit. She pulled his head down. Deftly, Rao moved on to her saree pin clipped to the blouse and pulled it off. The flimsy saree came off, leaving her full bosom in his full view. He sidled down to her chest, placing his cheek on the inviting mound. His hands went to her blouse and, he started disengaging the hooks, one by one, without any hurry. A moment later, the blouse flaps were cast to each side. In full view, were her magnificent breasts, bulging out from under the brassiere.
She helped him get rid of both the blouse and bra. He took both her hands in his and raised them above her head. He looked at the perfectly shaped treasures below and pecked at a nipple. Then he let go of her hands and latched on to the other …
Kajol experienced a jolt of electricity at his touch. Despite herself, she quivered
“You are so strong, oh so strong”, she half murmured…as Rao went on methodically sucking at her breasts.
When her pleasure was about to reach the climax, she pushed him off her and straightened up. Then she started pulling at his suit, his ties, and unbuttoning his shirt. Rao knew what she wanted and stood up. One by one, Kajol, removed his suit, the pant, the vest and finally lowered his underwear.
Leaking profusely, his monster bobbed up at her face. Her gaze softened as she looked at it. She ran a loving hand over it and noted the veins standing out. To her it seemed like a Viking god demanding obeisance. She pulled at the foreskin and the glans underneath seemed to pulsate. She caressed it lovingly. Then she felt the pressure of his hand behind her head and then the gentle push, …, she understood and opened her mouth and took him in.
She gave it a thorough licking, running her tongue all over and then moved to his balls, taking in each and sucking on them. The skin around had tightened, she found and that he was leaking profusely now, ... , she went back to the tip and placed her mouth in a sucking kiss, …, enjoying that unique salty taste, … Simultaneously, she became aware of the flooding in her crotch. Reluctantly, letting go of his cock, she stood up and unwound the saree which dropped down. The petticoat and her panties cames off in a trice.
He led her to the bed, and held her in a close embrace there. Then he placed his hand in her crotch and noted happily that she was all wet by now. Pulling away her legs, he mounted her, the penis poised at the entrance. He felt her hand on his cock, and her adjusting herself below him. Then she had guided him inside her. Next, he had started pumping her and she was thrusting back, matching him thrust for thrust …
Later, he had rolled off her and Kajol lay by his side. Catching her breath, she half straddled him and kissed him tenderly. Her hands started making circular motions about his hairy chest. She kissed him longer this time. “I love you”, she whispered in his ears. Immediately, he embraced her and they snuggled, arms and legs intertwined. Later, he remarked that probably Lekha would be returning now and both got up immediately.
* * *
When they came downstairs, Lekha was already back, seated on the divan. For a second, dread struck Kajol. But she need not have bothered. Lekha had looked at her and in that single look had conveyed her knowledge of what had taken place and also her approval.
“Come guys, you must all be hungry”, she had said ushering towards the laid out dining table.
There was just some small talk over lunch. Afterwards, Lekha had entreated her to stay over for the night. But Kajol had refused.
“I have an appointment, that I can not afford to miss”, she said.
* * *
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