She was clad in a short, abbreviated dress that showed off to perfection the full symmetry of her well-formed legs. Her hair was bobbed and short, done in the blunt-cut, customary style of the day. She walked with a sway of her hips like the young street walkers do whenever they see a nice foreign made Indian car pass by, while a small bag dangled on the small of her back. To me she seemed to be a new one on the block, a fresh face among the numerous gaudily done faces of the street.
I asked my chauffeur to slow down the pace of the car as it passed her. She looked up at the slowing vehicle, and her eyes grew wide. Her eyes were of a deep violet hue, with long silken lashes, and a cute pert little nose, and an adorable pouting mouth. Her age was hard to judge, especially in this age when modern fashion can make a granny don short dresses and bob hair - but I judge she was not much over nineteen.
I got my chauffeur to stop the car paces away from her and I looked back as she walked towards the car. Her thin, almost transparent dress hardly concealed the perfect contour of her two delicately chiseled breasts, held in tight by a slender brassiere, and the sight of these two tempting mounds of girlish flesh almost made me reach forth to squeeze them.
I opened the door as she neared the car and asked her if she would like to get in the car and talk. She looked surprised at my suggestion, hesitated for a while, looked around about her and started to walk away. I instructed my man to keep pace with her walking; he expertly maneuvered the vehicle with its open door right behind those little swaying bottoms. The girl looked back once again, with fire in her eyes, turned again and walked in rapid strides. My man did not need more instructions he followed with her pace.
It was at the corner of the street that the girl stopped again, so did my experienced chauffeur bring my vehicle to a halt. James my chauffeur since the past twenty-five years had seen me grow from a little boy to a robust young man. James was well aware of all my vices; he was besides my chauffeur, my bodyguard and a very dependable friend all rolled into one. At the age of forty-five now, he looked very young for his age and had been my guide to the city's nightlife. He knew of my appetite for young girls and sex workers, and today was no exception, he had probably been through this routine umpteen number of times. The only exception was that today the girl had taken almost fifteen minutes before she stopped again. When she stopped, we were at a more decent end of the street where a nightwalker would never stride.
The girl whirled about on her heels and looked through the tinted glasses towards the back seat, where I sat. She walked the necessary steps to reach the open door and bent down to look at me. She looked in my eyes as if reaching to my soul. I politely asked her if she wished to dine with me. She burst into a smile, straightened up her frame, swayed her head, in a sort of nod and got in the car besides me. I knew that the battle was won. She informed me that she had her dinner and would not mind if I dropped her at her place, which was at the other end of the city.
Anu, that's what she told me her name was, emitted a magnetism of her person. I told James to drive the machine, which he mastered, to the address given by her. James knew well what was going on in my mind, and did not exceed the speed limit, in fact proceeded less fast than a walk in order, as he well surmised, to give me plenty of time to carry out whatever project I had in mind.
I pulled up the little V-blinds of either windows of the car and thus Anu and myself were left to privacy. I passed my arm around the back of her head to take it to the small of her back and then I boldly drew her close to me. I snuggled her in my arms and attempted to kiss her on the lips. She laughingly repulsed me, and looking significantly at James, who could see us through the mirror, that he would not was a different story of loyalty. I reached forward and drew the shade that obscured James' view. She now allowed me to press my lips to hers while her arms went around my neck. I suckled on her luscious lips for a few seconds and then parted them with mine to open her mouth as I let my tongue enter her mouth, playing on her teeth and dueling with her tongue.
Allowing my hand to fall to the front of her waist, I boldly squeezed and manipulated her breasts, allowing a finger to titillate the dormant nipple to a state of erectile hardness, and then allowing my hand to fall down on her leg, I dove up under her skirt and molded and caressed to full her bare and electric thighs.
At this she drew back a bit and made as if to stop me, but now, my hand being like a bar of iron I pulled her back to me, and allowing my hand to dive right back up her thighs, past the seam of her panty to feel the bare lips of her sex and her pubic hair. I caught hold of a few strands of her pubes firmly between my fingers and tugged on it to show to her who was in power here. She did not resist anymore, she lay forward on my chest, her arm around my neck, her eyes pressed tight in shame or in pain as her lower half gyrated to an unknown tune. I released her pubes to further venture the mounds of her lips parting them to play in the crack.