They say the best things in life come to you when you least expect them. Kabir had always believed that that was actually what made them the best things in your life - not having expected them.
When he first saw her, Kabir had just joined this organisation after a 3-month hiatus from his last job. He had quit that job in bad taste. His wife had been having too many headaches lately - and so had he; from all the drinking he'd been doing. And his mom all but dumped dinner on him. Kabir was scoring a record low on confidence.
Heather was an uncharacteristic beauty - high cheek bones, eyes with a persistent twinkle, ram-rod straight back, and soft, wavy hair that caressed her satin-smooth shoulders. A delectable pink, body-hugging tank top teased her breasts while her hips flared angrily out the sides of a navy blue knee-length skirt. Her exquisite curves and perfect sizes made Kabir let out a nearly audible gasp.
"Daim, that should have been loud enough for her to hear. I could then have had the pleasure of looking into her eyes. If I stop being the atheist I am, she would be the reason. No freak accident of Nature could build that!", Kabir thought to himself.
He had witnessed perfection for the first time in his life.
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That night Kabir had his first wet dream - at age 30.
Over the next several months, Kabir salivated. Although he wouldn't admit it, he was leaking cum at so much as a fleeting glance from her. He was intrigued and irritated that a mere chick was doing this to him. He resented this 'weakness' yet, strangely, he was desperate to have her.
He began increasingly fierce duels with himself - she's not interested, she's not available, she's cold, she's dumb, she's impotent - he threw himself at the mercy of every reason he could think of.
They all defied him.
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Heather had noticed the new guy at work. "He's kinda cute, but...." She was sure he was smitten, and with her looks she had learned to ignore the love-crazed looneys.
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Kabir was growing restless day by day - and night. His fancy (that's what he called it) was occupying more of his time than what he'd approve for any normal prick. "Get laid and chuck her out man!", said Kabir to his ignored-by-wife self. And he did just that.
After the encounter, Kabir did feel a little relieved. He was back, everything would be normal. He was able to think (relatively) objectively about Heath.
What this brainwave granted him was unexpected and, worse still, a mixed feeling he struggled to handle.
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It had been 3 months since she had first noticed the cute, undesired love-crazed looney. They were on their annual work holiday - an extravagant, innovative company vacation of 5 days their management had recently come up with.
Tanning on the beautiful beach with the Fort Aguada in sight, Heather sighed as she contemplated her plight. She had been away from her boyfriend for 2 months now - he having returned from his Army posting a day after she left for this Goa trip. She was bored, lonely, and extremely horny.
"I wonder if I can find some hot guy in this place. Maybe that looney dude? But he freaks me out with his lost puppy look."
Her thoughts were interrupted when their guide calling out for their next destination. She quickly boarded the bus.
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The Cidade-de-Goa Resort was a beautiful place. They had 7 swimming pools, huge lawns with cool trees cut into umbrellas, a movie theatre with 6 shows a day, a golf course, tennis courts and a large open-air workout area. Kabir, who was fascinated by the beauty of the place, was fighting a savage battle with his nerves.
He knew what he wanted to do, but his normally steely balls were sweating.
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The trail was thick, green, and full of the sweet rainy smell of June. "Great, all I needed was this horny weather!" wailed Kabir, who's object of trouble was stretching his boxers.
On the 2nd day of their trip, they were on a trek into the only wilderness Goa offered - Kanjumin. He had last seen a human being 2 hours ago and though he was worried he might have lost his way, he was entranced by the lovely ambience - so he kept going.
Kabir turned a corner of the faint trodden path and suddenly came upon a massive rock in his path. Weeds were humping the rock all over and a large date tree shot out its arse. Seeing this secluded spot, he was about to move his hands to his crotch to relieve himself when he thought he heard shuffling behind the leaves. He shrugged but moved forward, cautious of wild species, when suddenly a set of gleeful doe-eyes jumped out of the bushes, melted his heart and shook his knees.
He was staring into Heather's eyes.
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"Thank Heavens it's only him! Any other guy would have raped me in this Godforsaken place!", thought Heather as she shifted uneasily under his glazed look.
Kabir, on the other hand, was literally weak-kneed, knowing he was beyond **** but close to something scarier.
The silence was so deafening that it was broken by the measly squeak of a rat; one that caused Kabir to jump and shudder violently.
"Yea sure God - an acceptable guy turns up and he turns out to be a wimp!" lamented Heather to herself.
"What they do is disgust me, not scare."
"You shudder when you're disgusted?"
"And also when I, you know, come."
"Whoa, how'd that come out?" Kabir thought. But then a tiny bit of pre-cum oozed out of Kabir's dick when he saw her laugh at his quip. He felt good. He'd been able to come up with a retort worthy of his normal self - though a small voice in the back of his head reminded him why he thought he wasn't his 'normal' self.
"Well, I'm glad" managed a flustered Kabir.
"Why, are you usually drawn towards gals who don't understand you or are you assuming that I am laughing at your innuendo?"
"I...I can't explain."
"I thought you're a writer and have a way with words."
"How'd you know I write?"
Heather could barely keep from laughing. This guy would be putty in her hands. All she had to do was make sure he wasn't the clingy, stalker type.
"I checked you out buddy. You don't eye me without I doing a scalp to scrotum X-ray on you."
Kabir was a bundle of nerves by now. Here was his fantasy, talking freely, and yet he could barely manage to throw up a few words.
"Umm... Uh...I am just glad you did not take offense."
"So you assumed I would - which means you meant no good eh?"
"No no, sorry, I...err...just that most girls assume the negative...I mean..."
Heather flashed her pearly teeth and quickly retorted, "I know what you mean."
"You mean you understand about the negative bit?"
"Yep" ---------------
As they sat down on the rock, Heather was beginning to wonder if she wouldn't rather go back to her suite (as a Manager, she had one to herself) and call for room service "and get serviced good and proper". "This guy is sissier than putty, dammit! How looks can fool."
It was nearing noon. They'd been silent for nearly half of an hour now.
"Maybe I should goad him on a little. I haven't really given any sign of encouragement," she thought.
"Hey, so tell me, why do you like me?"
"Huh"
"I asked you why you like me."
"Like?"
Stiffling a giggle, Heather whispered provocatingly "Yeah. Like - as in why do you look at my body secretly?"
A nerve-wracken, smitten fan he could be of hers, but Kabir was no slow study. He clutched the only safe chance he'd ever had with her and retorted, "I apologize if your assumption that I was being secretive offended you. I did mean to guard my gaze, but it was to ensure my safety and not to trick you."
