It was almost evening as she dismounted the bus. The early November air bore the first chill of the year. Only a few passersby were on the road. The sun had long set down. Only the last of its rays still lingered in the west, feebly illuminating the portion of the sky that peeped through the long and bushy trees that lined up the pavement.
She turned into an almost deserted bye street. Depositing the trolley bag by her side, she took down the heavy rucksack. Her shoulders found a momentary relief. Really it became too heavy for her slender body. But what was to be done? She could not come leaving back home her books and diaries and the laptop. Yes, true that her college days were over, but now she stood before a new beginning of her life, the professional one. She has come here with a new job. And this new one would need all her previous trainings. How could she then come leaving her past behind?
She took out the mobile from her side pocket and searched the map on net: Bolck VI, 3rd Street, House no. 4. It was not far. She had to go straight for about 250 meters, then turn left and proceed her way up that street until she reached a park. The house was on the north-eastern side of that park.
It was her aunt's home, a bosom friend of her mummy. Her mum had written to her and in the return mail Frau Krammer had written to her the very next morning that she would eagerly await Tania in order to have a companion for herself at home; that there was no need of her finding out another abode; and if she so wished could share a little portion of the rent of the house, although she would be rather glad if she was granted the permission to go on paying it in full as she was having done it so far. Mum wrote their strong dissent to this and wrote that that arrangement for Tania was only possible if she could pay at least half of the rent. Frau Krammer assented.
So now she was here. Although it was not possible to let Frau Krammer know the day before over phone that she was coming that day, as for some time there was so disturbance in the connection, a mail was dropped to her inbox so that she should already get the information of her coming beforehand. What now remained was only to search out the house.
The neat two storied building soon could be discerned from the road. It was surrounded by a garden of rather fair size. Although there were a few flower shrubs and a neatly line of yellow and violet flowers' bed along the both sides of the gravel walk that leads from the front gate to the small portico of the building, one can hardly described it very well kept. But her first impression was good. She could visualize a prospect of investing her leisure hours in gardening, a hobby that she had been fond of from her very school days.
She came near the outside iron gate. It had become already dark. The nearby street light only threw some scant rays insufficient to illuminate the area near the gate. And the vapour lamp that was on in the portico didn't also reach the spot. In that insufficient light she could not find out any calling bell anywhere. However, the gate was not locked, and she entered it.
Having approached the portico she found however a calling bell. A feeble tinkle could be heard from inside the door. But no one answered. She waited and again touched the bell once more. The same feeble sound penetrated her ears, but again in vain. What could there be happened? Was there no one in! With a kind of impatient astonishment she stretched her hand to the knob of the door and grabbing it twisted to the right. With almost inaudible a click, the door opened, inviting her inside.
Inside, there was a salon of fair size. But the lights were off. The only light that entered it was through a side door crossing the room to the right. And it was accompanied by a stream of heated dialogues, explaining to her clearly why she could not get any answer to her calls. Surely some family drama is on the TV, keeping the inmates of the house too engrossed in it. A silent smile played on her lips. She was not unaccustomed with such things. When such dramas were on, and especially in a moment of excitement, her mum too would become so intent with excitement that it often seemed she would herself enter the TV if she could and take part in the on-going action there. So Frau Krammer is also in the same habit. It gave her a certain relief to get this hint of her character. For it was quite natural that an altogether new acquaintance for herself, howsoever old a friend might she be for her mum, with whom she had now to share her lodging and accept her as the senior partner, would produce some tension in one. And tensed she had been, it was hardly to deny.
The door was ajar. She put her luggage down near the drawing room sofa and proceeded softly towards it. As she stole near the door, she could see a woman standing there. Her face was turned towards the opposite wall where the TV hung. Her eyes were totally absorbed on its screen. So Tania got time to look at her unobserved. But as her look turned from the TV screen to the person of the woman herself, what she received was nothing less than a shock. The blonde had nothing on her bottom, while on her upper part of the body there was a decent white blouse, rather a bit short and tight of course, but, as it seemed to her, would look quite elegant with a dark red skirt. Her bottom was so smooth and round that she felt almost invited to touch it. She swallowed down the initial cry of astonishment, and felt her eyes got so glued to those two beautiful buttocks that she had almost to tear them away with some serious endeavour to look at other parts of her personage. She wore her blonde hair in a boyish cut, and gold frame spectacles adorned her eyes, reflecting the blue light from the TV; a narrow chain of gold ran on her neck. Below that was that high neck decent fitting blouse. As her look swept down, it could find nothing more on her soft feminine skin save an elegant silvery watch on her left wrist, holding a coffee mug before the slightly parted mouth and a pair of slippers that she most casually keeps on her feet.
Tania didn't know how long she stood there adorning the beautiful blonde woman; it must have been ages; but, you know, if you are so looked on from behind, there is something that makes any woman aware of that. So it happened here too. The blonde softly turned her glance and looked askance. Unknown to herself, Tania had already come forward a bit into the circle of light, so it was no more possible to hide herself behind the door again. With a cry of surprise the blonde woman turned to her and the two pairs of eyes met each other.
She was a woman of perhaps 30 to 35, but certainly looked much younger. The boy cut hair slightly prolongated her otherwise somewhat round face. The gold rim spectacles added to her natural facial beauty a certain elegance; two neatly pleated eyebrows and deep blue eyes reflected her softly radiant intelligence; the straight and rather high nose and perfectly round chin enhanced the picturesque effect; but what made her countenance the most attractive, at least to the eyes of Tania, was her slightly pouting lower lip. She felt as if it invited her to plunge on her without giving a second thought and fill her with kisses.
The look of surprise soon was substituted by that of consternation and then gave way to an utter embarrassment that those sea blue eyes hardly succeeded to conceal. In order to give her time and to avoid the direct eyes Tania tried to look away. But she hardly could help letting it wander down. The elegant white blouse hardly permitted eyes to have even a glimpse of the cleavage, the loveliness of which one could only guess from the full roundness of two concealed boobs. But as her eyes moved more downward, they really got clung to the crotch. It was not shaven, but trimmed into a lovely triangle of soft turf like bush. The colour of it was not as light as that of the head, rather a bit tawny. And below that although the labias faced downward in that standing position, were clearly visible to her eyes.
