Once, my friend went to another city far off on an official assignment for a couple of weeks. He requested me to keep in touch with his wife in case of any urgent need or help which I gladly agreed to. The very next day of his leaving, I got a phone call from her. She wanted to come over to my place on Saturday evening for a confidential talk in privacy. I said she was most welcome though she told to let me know the exact time of her reaching later. Before hanging up, she giggled meaningfully asking me to wonder about what she wanted to talk to me.
On Saturday, two days later, in the evening I got another call from her to tell she would be reaching my place at about 10.00 in the night. She requested me to keep the front-door of my flat unbolted. She had given me sufficient hints and I could easily guess the purpose of a lonely lady visiting a man in the late hours of night.
Here, I would like to give a description of the lady. She was around 35 years old, fair and good-looking. Adding to her sensual vital 36-30-36 statistics, she exuded sex-appeal from body and appearance. She looked a seductive temptress from head to foot. I could guess she must be very hot and horny. Besides, I had reasons to believe she was not sexually satisfied with her husband. I had taken my dinner early and was looking, through the window, at the night sky heavily clad with dark clouds. It was brightly lit with occasional serpentine lightning followed by roars of deafening thunder. Interestingly, what was going on outside was exactly happening in my mind too. My mind was excited over the thoughts of what was possibly going to happen in my flat that night starting from next 10-15 minutes. Soon, the nature unleashed heavy storm making trees sway their heads menacingly. As expected, heavy downpour started, each drop of rain measuring like a bucketful of water.
After about five minutes, I heard a faint sound of my front door being pushed open gently. I was expecting that anytime. Luckily, the apartment opposite mine was vacant. I went to the door to welcome and let her in. Her condition was really pathetic. She was completely soaked in the rain and her wet sari stuck to her fair body like a second skin showing off the contours and curvature of her silky body in a voluptuous way. Worse, the “anchal†(pallu) of her sari was off place and her big bosom was heaving heavily with the nipples jutting out provocatively.
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