I am going to reveal one of the most exciting experiences of my life, which I never disclosed to any one before. Even though I am 38+ now, I'm considered to be attractive and have always taken good care of myself. I'm proud to say most men find my pretty face attractive, but my full breasts (36c), flat stomach, and my firm bottom get the most attention, although I have to admit I've never really dressed to show them off. I'm not really old fashioned and I normally used to be in the traditional south indian saree, salwar kameez and occasionally in Jeans and top.
The story, which I am going to tell you, is eight years old. My Hubby's boss had 2 daughters; the elder aged 22 and the younger one aged 18. Nisha the younger one was studying for commerce. Mr.Sharma (my Hubby's Boss) knows that I have done Commerce and requested me to help Nisha in her studies and she comes on every Saturday morning for clearing her doubts in commerce, stay for lunch and then leave in the evening. Since my in laws were living nearby, they will take my son away on Saturdays. This helped me in paying my full attention to Nisha in her studies and she was doing well in her studies also. She was so cute and charming that I have never seen any girl so lively and beautiful. She brings back memories of my college days (also my lesbian fantasies.). I will admit to you that I had often wondered what it would be like to kiss Nisha, but never had the courage to do it.
So when one Saturday when she suggested that we go out for lunch I agreed. I suggested Pizza Corner I was familiar with, in my neighborhood. Before she had a chance to say anything, I told her it was my treat, no arguments! Again, before she could say anything, I put a finger to her mouth and shhh'd her, saying I wouldn't have it any other way. Just having my finger against her soft lips, gave me an unexpected chill.
Calm down, Sheela, I cautioned myself, she might be like an ordinary Indian girl, soon to be married to a good-looking hunk of man after her studies. Was it my imagination, or did her lips move just a little bit against my finger?
After ordering our pizza at the restaurant, we started talking, just general girly talk. How was school, compared to the late 80's, when I finished my college days? She laughed when I said I had graduated college in 80's, saying she didn't take me for being nearing 40's. I told her I really take care of my body and mind, keeping the years at bay.
Our lunch was as delicious as I ever remembered, along with a very nice conversation, with somebody interesting, as she was beautiful. Rethinking the term beautiful, I changed it to very cute. A fresh virgin look, that was just as appealing without much. Several times during lunch, to make a point, I would place my hand on hers, feeling no adverse reaction. Her skin was so soft I couldn't believe it. I would have loved to see her married to any one of my bachelor cousins.
After lunch, we came back to the flat and decided not to study but talk. As we talked, I sensed Nisha was getting more comfortable talking with me, and I with her. I offered her some ice cream from the refrigerator, we just chatted away about nothing in particular. After a few minutes of conversation, she got quiet and asked if she could ask a personal question.
"Of course" I said, "what is it"?
"What is the secret of your long marriage" she asked.
"No secret" I said, just a large portion of trust and frankness. A very good sense of humor is a must, also, I said. Smiling, she told me, that she could learn more things from me than commerce. Encouraged by this I elaborated on the Indian marriages and told her that when I got married, I was still a virgin, and that Rohith was the only man I had been with. I figured she didn't need a dissertation on my other activities, as detailed in my other stories.
Nisha got up from the sofa to take the ice cream cups to the kitchen. She then tripped on the carpet, fell down and twisted her ankle. I applied pain reliever at her knee and started massaging. After about 5 minutes of massaging her pain dropped.