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. 01-05 for the sake of continuity.
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Ch. 01-05 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 and spending a day and a night in a Juhu hotel.
Ch. 06 describes their efforts to get her to healthily shed a few pounds.
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"Testmadhye kaay zaale?"
"What happened in the test?" I accosted her in the evening as she stood in front of her building. Her body language told me that it hadn't gone well.
"Mala ajun teen athawdyansathi ground kele!"
"I've been grounded for another three weeks!" Her disappointment was palpable. Although her back was OK, she had been found to be overweight.
"Kamit kami saha pound kami karayala pahijet!"
"I've to lose at least six pounds!"
"Tyat kaay ahe mothese! Eka athawdyat hou shakel!"
"Oh! That's no big deal. It can be done in a week!" To me that didn't seem like a lot of weight to lose. It wasn't that simple, though. The airline doctor had prescribed a three week grounding to ensure that she didn't go on a crash diet and possibly harm herself.
"Theek ahe. Ugach kaalji karu nakos. Apan ek changla program tayar karu wajan kami karnyacha!"
"Don't worry, it's OK! We'll plan a proper weight loss program!" I was determined to cheer her up and not allow her to mope and wallow in self-pity.
I took her to a newly opened gym in Juhu and enrolled her for a three week weight loss program. It consisted of cardio and weight training on alternate days. In addition, the dietician prescribed a strict dietary regimen. I also ensured that her trainer knew about her recent recovery from a sprained back.
"Ya shivaay apan roj sandhyakali beachwar jog karu ya."
"Apart from this, let's jog on the beach every evening!" I declared.
She quickly caught my infectious enthusiasm and applied herself to the task with her usual diligence. We started spending thirty to forty minutes late every evening jogging on Juhu beach, after I returned from office. We didn't miss a day even when I was late from work.
"Yaay!" She enthused when she weighed herself at the end of the first week. She'd already lost three pounds. Her trainer however cautioned that this was due to loss of fluids and further losses due to fat burning would not be so fast. It was nevertheless a good beginning and a great incentive to continue.
Although the clothes she wore for jogging were rather baggy and shapeless and it was usually quite dark by the time we started, I could sense from her graceful, sinuous movements and the healthy glow on her face that her body was shaping up nicely. All the shared physical exertion and our proximity as we jogged together quite naturally made us horny as hell. We could barely keep our hands off each other until we reached the far end of Juhu beach and found a relatively secluded spot to go into a clinch. We would frantically kiss and grope each other, looking around nervously for any voyeurs. She would let me thrust my hand under the waistband of her jogging pants and finger her pussy to a quick, hard climax while she shoved her fist into her mouth to muffle her screams. She would then fish out my cock and stroke my shaft, while I kept a lookout for intruders. Usually, I found it difficult to get off on her hand, but on the open beach, with an imminent danger of being caught, I used to come practically in seconds, occasionally soiling her hands. Once, on a particularly dark night she even sucked and licked my cock head while her hands stroked my shaft, catching a bit of my jizz on her face as I ejaculated. She licked my cock clean before putting it back inside...
Being mindful of neighbours, I didn't want to be seen visiting her apartment every day. Hence we had to content ourselves with these weekday mutual masturbations on the beach. However, they provided only temporary relief and in fact whetted our appetites for more. Although I would have loved to take her to a hotel room every evening, I just couldn't afford it. We used to wait eagerly for the weekends, when we could finally release our pent up passions with long, hard and hot fuck fests in her apartment...
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"Tu cigarette odhli ahes ka?"
"Have you been smoking?"
I caught a whiff of tobacco smoke on her breath as I pulled her into my embrace and kissed her late one Friday evening, after completing our customary jog on Juhu beach. I'd never smelt tobacco on her during the past few months since our acquaintance began and quite naturally, I was surprised.
"Ho!"
"Yes!"
"Pan ka? Prakrutisathi changle nahiye he! Thauk aahe na?"
"But why? Don't you know it isn't good for your health?"
Although the full extent of damage that tobacco could cause wasn't widely known then, it was well understood that it wasn't good for health and it was best to avoid it.
"Tyane wajan lawkar kami hote ase kalale. Ani tensionpan kami hote mhanun..."
"I heard that it helps to lose weight faster. Also to reduce tension..." Clearly, she was on the defensive.
I was rather annoyed. I'd only once tried a cigarette on a dare while I was in college. I'd coughed and sputtered and could barely inhale a couple of puffs. I'd hated the smell of stale cigarette smoke on my breath and on my clothes the next day. I had never smoked since then and always wondered why people seemed to enjoy it so much. Besides, I was aghast at the stink of tobacco smoke overwhelming and defiling her wonderful, natural feminine scent that I had come to love so much.
"Hey bagh Gargi, hey mala mulich awadlele nahi. Cigarette na odhta suddha wajan kami hoil tuze. Ani tensionche kaay karan ahe? Mi ahe ithe, tujhi kaalji ghenyasathi!"
"Look Gargi, I don't appreciate your smoking. You can lose weight without smoking too, you know? And why are you tense, when I am here to take care of you? "
She was taken aback by the vehemence of my reaction and the open display of my possessiveness towards her. It took a while for her to react.
"Ragawlas majhyawar?"
"Are you angry with me?" She asked in a small voice.
"Arthaatach!"
"Of course!"
"Sorry. Mi pharach waeet waagle ka?"
"Sorry. Did I behave very badly?"
"Tuch saang!"
"You tell me!" I wasn't letting her off the hook.
"Sorry... Tu itka ragawshil asse mala watle navte!"
"Sorry... I didn't know it'd make you so angry!" She whispered, contrite.
"Majhya ragawnyacha prashna nahiye ha. Prashna ahe tujhya prakruticha. Tichi kaalji tu ghetlich pahijes!"
"It's not about me getting angry. It's about your health. You
must
take care of it!"
