I would like to tell my readers that those looking for quick, fast and furious action will probably be better off looking elsewhere but I hope that those who want to read a good story will find this one rewarding.
I hope that my Marathi speaking readers will appreciate conversations that took place in Marathi. These are recorded in italics. For the benefit of others, these are immediately followed by English translations.
Please read Ch. 01-04 for the sake of continuity.
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Note: All characters are above 18 years of age.
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Ch. 01-04 Summary
: A young, temporarily grounded air hostess and an even younger (18+) management trainee are neighbours. After a period of (almost) platonic friendship, they start an affair. They explore their sexuality and try stuff they'd only read about till then. She will soon be flying again and they make the most of the time available before she is off to work, visiting Powai Lake on a weekday.
Ch. 05 describes their visit to Juhu and the night they spend together.
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It was almost 2 PM when Gargi finally showed up for our lunch date on a Sunday. She had spent half a day pampering herself with a shampoo, facial, manicure and pedicure, in preparation for her fitness test on Monday. Her sleek, well-groomed appearance was well worth the wait. Her hair was worn in a chignon, to show off her slender neck to best advantage. She was dressed in a skirt and blouse outfit. The sleeveless blouse fitted snugly on her full figure. It was tucked into her skirt, highlighting her slim waist. It had a high collar that accentuated her neck and the narrow but deep neckline drew attention to her bosom without actually revealing anything. The shadow of her black lace bra could be seen through the light coloured blouse. The skirt hugged her hips and ended a couple of inches above her knees. Her pink painted toenails peeped out of her open toed sandals with two inch heels. Her waxed, silken smooth arms and legs positively glowed in the afternoon sunlight. Her face had no visible makeup other than a pale lipstick that accentuated her big, mischievous, flashing eyes. She had fully recovered from her low phase and now looked the picture of a healthy, wholesome young Indian woman in the prime of her youth. Her attire was smart and understated. It was not provocative and yet it let her unmistakeable sexuality show through.
"Agdi chhan diste ahes han! Ekdum mast!"
"You are looking so pretty! Wow!" I complimented her.
"H'm!" She blushed.
The restaurant was situated inside a hotel in Juhu. It was fairly crowded and noisy, full of families with children and weekend revellers. We sat close together at a table in a recessed corner, enjoying our lunch and chatting away.
Gargi's father was an executive in a foreign bank and he used to get transferred every few years. Her early childhood was spent in places like Zurich, Singapore, Hong Kong, Beirut etc. Her mother was a conservative woman, very proud of her Marathi language and culture. She ensured that her children spoke Marathi, knew and practiced their religion and celebrated their traditional festivals. Her father on the other hand was very open, liberal and broadminded and encouraged his kids to look at alien cultures and languages with an open mind and treat them with respect. Gargi had been sent off to an all girls' boarding school in Pachgani when she was around twelve. Her mother didn't want her to be exposed to the wicked ways of the West at a vulnerable age.
Gargi's formidable maternal grandmother had been appointed her local guardian. She had ensured that Gargi understood everything about the birds and the bees and the dangers and pitfalls of sex. She had left out entirely the fun part of sex and didn't tell her how intensely pleasurable and indeed addictive it could be. It was left to Gargi to figure these things out herself, by reading romantic novels aimed at young readers and whispered confidences shared with her schoolmates, using her imagination to join the scattered dots together...
Gargi had gone to college in Pune where she had honed her Marathi language skills and expanded her repertoire of traditional recipes under the loving tutelage of her grandmother. It was in Pune that she had allowed a boy a couple of years senior to her to seduce her. Although Gargi was nineteen and the boy was in his twenties, both of them were inexperienced in these matters. The sex was quick, ending almost before it started. But that had been enough to awaken Gargi's strong natural appetite for sex. Her background and upbringing had not inculcated in her the inhibitions that most Indian girls of her time suffered under and she was thus more willing to explore. A fortuitous choice of career as an airhostess had provided her ample opportunities to indulge and experiment. However, Gargi's high self-esteem and innate dignity had saved her from some of the wilder excesses that a few of her colleagues had allowed themselves to indulge in, whereby they had been emotionally damaged and lost the respect of their partners and colleagues.
Nobody paid any attention to us as we sat talking and discreetly playing footsie.
"Agdi chikni ahes han!!"
"You're so smooth!" I ran a toe over her waxed calf.
"Tujhe haat suddha! Agdi lonyasarkhe!"
"Your arms too! Smooth like butter!" My finger lightly brushed her slender upper arm, eliciting a little shiver.
"Shoo! Lok baghtahet!"
"Shoo! People are watching!" She brushed my finger off and moved away a little, pretending to look offended. Yet, she was not above copping a quick feel of my crotch under the table, when nobody was watching.
"Nagoba zoplele distahet!"
"The Cobra seems to be asleep!" She whispered slyly.
"Uthwu nakos! Bhar restaurantmadhye dasel tula!"
"Don't wake him! He might bite you right here in the restaurant!"
She giggled as she imagined my naked cock erect and throbbing in the middle of the restaurant.
"Atta zop han bala! Nantar tula uthyachech ahe, kaamasathi!"
"Sleep now, baby! You'll have to wake up and get to work soon!" She quickly patted my crotch. That was enough to stir the sleeping cobra.
"Amchi Chiutai kashi ahe?"
"How is our Little Sparrow?" I enquired solicitously.
"Bari ahe!"
"She's OK!"