At thirty I felt I achieved everything in life that I had hoped for during my formative years. I've never been too ambitious and when I paused to look at my life over my shoulder I felt I couldn't have done anything better. Graduation from Eton, a plush job at one of the best software firms, an amazing wife for whom my happiness towers over her deepest needs and a miracle kid of five who adores me so much she actually believes everything in the world belongs to her daddy.
I am Kris for you (would love to declare my real name but I don't want to risk my beautiful world just coz I wanted to show off how lucky I've been this month). For the sake of the narration and to thrill your senses I could've claimed I'm a hunk, but I decided against it. I shall keep this as close to reality as I can dare.
So let's start again. I'm Kris, your average looking Indian. I'm five foot eight, sun tanned and although I don't visit the gym everyday, I did manage to stay in shape better than most guys at my age.
The story begins at the Bombay International airport where I was waiting for my flight to London to arrive. From London, I was to take another flight to Rio where I was to deploy one of the company's new software products for a bank.
Rhea from the client management team was to join me on the trip - to manage the client of course. I expected her to be a bubbling young manager in her early twenties dressed like a corporate bitch. I would never know what triggered that portrait in my head, maybe its the name, maybe not.
I scanned the arriving crowd for a few minutes looking hard for Rhea and after four incorrect guesses I gave up.
I was engrossed in a Hollywood magazine's predictions on the Oscars when I heard it.
'Excuse Me, Are you Kris?'
I looked up mesmerized by the husky voice. She needed no introduction, the mental image in head vaporized and my heart appreciated how perfectly she suited her role, at least her personality did. She must've been seven or eight years elder to me, was draped in a beautiful black Saree and was a good two inches taller to me considering she was wearing flats. Sarees cover everything if worn with the intention to do so, but the male hormones in me got my eyes to work and I deduced she's well endowed in all the right areas. I suspected she's not exactly slim and would have a little extra to play with everywhere. Her skin was dusky, almost a deep chocolate. Savings the best for the last was her face, a real beauty even at that age, would've been absolutely ravishing in her best years.
'Hello!' said she with a smile, almost enjoying the effect she is having on me.
I recovered and responded 'Hi, this is Kris. Glad to meet you. Its just that I was expecting someone much...'
'Younger' she completed my sentence. She continued before I had a chance to cover up the slip 'Well, I'm all you are getting for the next one month. For starters you can help me with my suitcase through the security check.'
The sway of her hips as she walked away had me in a trance before the call for my flight rang over the speakers.
On the flight Rhea informed me she was married for fifteen years to a Navy commander and had two kids. She added she maintained a very busy social life and that month was going to kill her unless I give her company. I was only overjoyed anticipating a fun filled month ahead.
The rest of the journey was uneventful till we arrived at Rio. The company had arranged for a car at our disposal and we went straight to the hotel. We checked in into our adjoining rooms on the tenth floor promising each other we will be downstairs in the restaurant by eight.
I had nothing much to do and so was in the restaurant fifteen minutes early. I was dressed in comfortable cargos and a tshirt. I was certainly not prepared for the shock that greeted me twenty minutes later. The traditional looking Rhea of Bombay transformed into a lovely damsel dressed in a tight fitting jeans and a white round neck with bold letters across her chest shouting 'Try Me!'. Who am I to refuse? She was standing a few feet away and gave me a good opportunity to observe her keenly. She must be C cupped with a little flab around her tummy. Her hips were gorgeous, they were so wide her hands couldn't come down straight and had to bend with the curve. I got up from my chair as she approached the table. We shook hands and sat down just as the waiter brought us the Menu. She ordered bread with a salad and I opted for a nice sizzling steak.
The conversation that followed enlightened me further about her. Rhea's a vegetarian by choice and spent most of her childhood in Bombay living with her doctor parents. She was never in love till her marriage with the guy of her parents' choice. She studied HR and had a major in People Management. That was her first trip outside of India without family or friends.
All through the conversation I was amazed at her wonderful smile and my eyes constantly drifted down to her awesome breasts. I felt she caught my eyes a couple of times and the third time it happened I lied, 'I'm perplexed at the saying on your tshirt. It doesn't seem to go with your personality. You seem to me like a traditional Indian mother and a family woman.'
Her smile widened and she said, 'Honestly Kris, I bought this one coz I loved the design around the letters and it fit me excellently. But I won't disagree I liked the words too. I don't think I'm flirty but I enjoy male attention, I guess every woman does. It's fun to catch men looking.'
My face turned a deep shade of red realizing what she meant. The rest of the dinner conversation was around the good food, how she can't cook and how much she looked forward to a weekend she planned to spend in Inca land.
After the dinner we retired to our rooms and I slept really well thanks to the fatigue of the journey coupled with the great food at the restaurant.
The next two weeks were a blur and I hardly got a chance to speak to Rhea. The software to be deployed had its usual glitches as it often happens with big projects and I spent close to fifteen hours a day resolving the issues both at onsite and at the development center back in India. I could go on for pages on the issue and what it took us to resolve it but that is not why you are reading this for. And I'm sure my boss read enough of it anyways. So will skip it.
Rhea spent these two weeks in a much better environment, talking to the big bosses of the bank, going for exotic luncheons and ensuring they were happy with the new alliance between the bank and the company.
