I should have known that he was up to something when I saw him wearing a long rain-coat on a hot humid afternoon. Sure, it had rained earlier in the day and it was still cloudy, but it definitely didn't look like it was going to rain again. He probably prefers wearing it to carrying it, I thought to myself.
He was tall, 6'3" or 6'4" and well built. He had a beard and it suited him. He wasn't really good looking but he was definitely handsome in a rugged sort of way. As I got closer to him he stopped walking and turned around so that he was standing with his back towards me. But it was what he did next that surprised me most – he turned to face me again, not walking towards me – just standing there looking at me – I was about 8-10 feet away from him. I looked at his face and he looked right into my eyes. I had slowed down, not knowing what to expect. It took me a moment to realize that he had parted his raincoat and he was standing there stroking his cock.
I was shocked; I stopped and just stared at it. I had heard about flashers but I had never encountered one myself, before that day. I looked back at his face and he looked right back at me. I didn't know how to react. I wasn't really scared; just surprised. My eyes traveled back to his cock. It was pretty big. I guess I should have moved away but I didn't – I couldn't. I just stared at it.
Let me digress here, a little, and tell you a little bit about myself....
At 22 I was still kind of young to be married - even by Indian standards. I hadn't intended to get married so early. I didn't have a choice however, after my mother discovered, quite by accident, that I hadn't been saving myself for my husband, as Indian girls are expected to or were expected to in my mother's generation. I was seeing this guy who was few years older than me. I got a little careless one afternoon when my mother was out and she walked in on us.
Don't ask me for the logic behind their thinking but they (my parents) thought the best thing to do was to get me married. My mom made such a big deal about my not being a virgin anymore that I didn't even dare to tell her that the guy she'd caught me with was far from being the first guy I'd had sex with. I tried to put up a fight but I knew from the very beginning that my mother would prevail. They spread the word around in their social circle, as is done in arranged marriages, and soon I had a good number of proposals to choose from.
They didn't force me to marry a guy of their choice. I was asked to meet prospective grooms. I was lucky to find my husband pretty soon. We went out a couple of times before I actually said yes. My parents were happy as well, because he not only had family money; he was also well educated and was doing very well in his career.
Well, the honeymoon lasted 4 days as he had to get back to work. Our life settled into a routine soon after we returned. His working hours kept getting longer and longer over the next couple of months. He also used to travel quite frequently in connection with his work. I realized that he was just into sex the way I was. By the time we came close to our first anniversary we were having sex less than once a week. This was pretty tough to get used to, as I am a very sexual person. I wasn't the first among my friends to lose my virginity, but after I did, I'd had a very active sex life. There were days when I had been tempted to pick up the phone and call one of my old boyfriends but I held back mainly because I'd actually grown very fond of my husband and I considered him perfect in every other aspect. With him being away it would actually have been very easy to find satisfaction elsewhere but I hadn't succumbed to the temptation, yet!
Coming back to the events of that evening....