This is my story of gaining informed and insightful maturity. The changes to where I am now were as a result of a great deal of chance combined with the mentoring of a few. My contribution to my own education was only to be receptive to an intelligent instruction. There was minimal cleverness or inspired moves on my part except of those that were made unconsciously through sheer masculine instinct.
I figured my learning would be instructive to others like me. It might be entertaining to a few as well.
I had a wonderful chance encounter with this sexy chick. She had left me her contact details.
I gave Kristine a couple of days and called her cell number. There was no answer hinting that she had not reconnected on the cell network after she lost her phone. During the next weekend, I called her again and again and again and got no answer. I decided to go to her address. I knew she lived in the basement of a home. It was a long journey by subway with transfers. I rang the bell of a cozy two-floor red brick detached home. A middle-aged woman opened the door with an annoyed and questioning look. I remembered that her name might be Janet or Jenny but I didn't take a chance with my memory.
"I came to see Kristine..."
"Who's that?" The lady looked perplexed.
"The woman that lives in your basement?" I knew immediately that there was some mistake.
"No one has lived in my basement for the past eight years. You probably have the wrong address, dear." She seemed to be sorry for me.
I apologized and hurried away.
I undertook the long journey back home, feeling sad and then the possible nasty truth dawned on me. I may have been duped; neatly conned to the value of over $400! That's the amount I had lent to Kristine.
Dispassionately, I took stock. I had lost the money but I had a wonderful night of amazing sex. After she left I should have known something was fishy as she did not call. She also taught me how women thought and what I needed to know to get in the zone and be wanted and desired by them. Her lessons were to get connected, know the conditions, that included the mood and physical environment and to ensure you get cozier with realistic and decent compliments. Never get sexually physical before all this and some preliminary non-sexual touching. To that I added more to the armory with my own considered insights.
I put myself back to the grind to work hard to earn the money I lost and gather some more for a holiday back home as soon as I could.
After I managed to save enough I prepared to go home to see my folks and Asha, of course, and this time I will try to make myself acceptable to her!
The Drenched Flower
There was a joyous heart thumping in my chest as I flew out on my long journey home. Throughout the journey and my single stopover, my mind was filled with pleasant thoughts of meeting my folks and friends and talking about my life in the fantastic world class city of Toronto. The real reason for my happiness was that I was also to meet the woman that I loved, Asha.
It was an unusual kind of relationship. She was in her forties and I was in my early twenties. I was a student and part time worker while she was a widow and did some work only to keep her occupied; her late husband's savings and other assets passed down to her, did not compel her to work for an income. Most uncomfortable of all was that my love was largely unreciprocated; it was declared but not accepted; there were signs to be construed as affection for me but not explicitly articulated. That was Asha and that was how she was! There was one rather depraved episode as well, that I needed to be ashamed of being the villain; I tried to force her to have some form of desperate sexual intimacy that she vehemently resisted but graciously continued to accept me as a friend.
I messaged her of my plans to visit and she responded with her typical tempered excitement. She had told me earlier that she had moved out of our neighborhood to an apartment by the sea about an hour and a half away. She didn't feel safe in our area with a particular bad resident that had harassed her on many occasions. I knew who that was, and it made me mad.
I reached home after a grueling twenty-hour journey and I spent the first few days jet lagging and reconnecting with my folks at home and around me. Needless to say, mom fed me up with the stuff I liked. There was seafood, lamb
biriyani, halva
(the Indian sweet), coconut cookies, mangoes and pineapples. It was lovely to be back in the balmy climes and gentle fondness of my home and people.
Now, as decided earlier with Asha I was to meet her that Friday! She said she should be back after work around five in the evening. Most notably she sounded quite excited to see me again. That was nice to know.
I left in the early afternoon from home saying I was going to meet a friend that lived close to where Asha had moved. I hoped that my parents, especially my mother wouldn't pit two and two together. I had tea with my buddy and left soon after. In my eagerness I was at Asha's building an hour earlier. I told the woman at the reception and she ushered me into a rather plush waiting area. The windows faced the Arabian sea and coconut palms on the beach swayed in the warm wind. I sat staring at that picture-perfect scene while romantic and sensual thoughts danced erotically in my mind.
Asha kept me waiting even longer as she didn't show up even at a quarter past. I was getting restless and kept pacing up and down the room and looked longingly at the entrance and the walkway from the gate. I wasn't sure if she drove or took the bus. I just kept looking at the most likely way she would appear.
Then after two further text messages telling me she was delayed, she arrived through the elevator doors, probably from the basement parking. She was wearing a light blue flower designed saree and an off-white blouse. Her face lit up with that beautiful smile from the moment she recognized me. The distance from the waiting room to the elevator was about twenty yards and I almost ran to her as I assimilated the beauty of her form. She had cut her hair even shorter and her face had a tired look and glistened with the sweat of the thick atmosphere but she looked gorgeous. She walked into my arms for a brief hug and greeting. Then she gestured to the elevator.
It was when we were in her fourth-floor apartment, and when she shut the door behind her that we had a real hug. I felt her softness again and ran my hands down her silky-smooth back reminding myself to keep it decent as coached. There were large swaths of skin-scape that are available when these ladies adorn the Indian saree. Depending on the design of the blouse, the neckline behind can dip low and the most inviting part of the 'midriff gap', between the lower hem of the blouse and the top of the saree tucked at the waist, can be a delightful six or seven inches. It was a good one-minute squeeze that ended in a cheek kiss by both. The fact that she didn't want to do this in a public place was not lost on me. She wanted this to be discrete. Good news, I thought. It was a cozy little apartment. She had the same furniture with the familiar sofa and there was Milo, her cat, squatting in her favorite spot.
I pulled out the Swarovski pendant that I had bought for her and slipped it into her surprised hands. She looked astonished but curious. She opened the little blue velvet box and looked at the glistening silver and crystal pendant with wide eyed amazement.
