There she was! All tall, sliding out the passenger side of the car. She had to be the most gorgeous woman I had ever seen. With a perfect body, pronounced chest and long hair that flowed all the way down to her ass; I couldn't help but stop and stare in awe of her beauty.
"This is Shihda, my wife " Kashif introduced her.
"Shihda, this is my boss."
"So glad to meet you," I jumped out of my trance to step up and shake her hand, politely caressing it.
"Oh, thank you. Me too." She turned bashful with embarrassment. Shihda expressed interest in me from the first meeting. I could see it in her expression, the way her body tensed, the way her eyes opened wide.
"I heard Kashif talk about you many times but you're not at all what I pictured."
"Oh!" I looked Shihda. "And what exactly did you expect?"
"I'm not sure," Shihda said and laughed. "Just different. Not so tall, and maybe a little older."
'We'll have to talk later, maybe after the dinner. I'd like to get to know you a lot better."
I looked Kashif but he didn't seem to notice it.
I started to think about Shihda from the very first time we met. She seemed attracted to me and I was absolutely attracted to her. From the first day I read her eyes, which said that I had guessed correctly. With the advantage of my experience, I can tell when a woman wants to be fucked, and Shihda most certainly wanted me to fuck her. I couldn't believe the way she stared me!
The dress she wore showed off her cleavage. Not only I but also all my employees couldn't help but take the occasional glance to her.
About a week after the party one evening, I called Kashif at home after hours. I was surprised to hear Shihda's voice. Kashif wasn't there so I talked to Shihda and informed her that a very important document was inadvertently left in Kashif's briefcase and I needed it immediately. Since Kashif was not at home. I talked Shihda for a long time and when I was about to hang up, I asked her if I might I call her later.
"Yes! Why not in the morning?"
Thus we started it and soon we were talking cautiously by phone. I started saying to her that she looked very nice at our party, and that I'm dying to meet her again and so on. I spent a lot of time talking to Shihda on the phone.
The next couple of weeks led us nearer to each other. It came out that Kashif hadn't loved her or even slept with her more than occasionally. She asked me, "Do you think me fat? My husband thinks I am too fat for him."
" You have a few extra pounds but the way you carry them, they only make you more attractive, as far as I was concerned." She had full, plump breasts, and a nice round butt. She was chubby, yes, but in a very sexy way.
I persuaded her to meet me outside and finally she agreed with a lot of reluctance to meet me in a mall where we went to a restaurant. We drank some cold drinks and we talked for a long time but I never touched her once all the time we were there.
When she told me that she want to go, I led her to a shopping store where we go in and I ask what she would like.
" No! You will select it."
I selected a dozen outfits for her which she refused at first but, when I insisted strongly, she agreed and after that we bought perfume and a lot of women's things. After that we went to a jewelry shop where she select one necklace and some earrings. I could feel that she was walking on air because she never thought about being able to do the shopping we did in her lifetime and after that I gave a lot of gifts to her.
The whole time I treated her and talked to her like a family member. I just told her how in love I am with her and she confessed that she liked me too.
Once after few months I asked her on the phone if she would have sex with me. She could not refuse without offending me and therefore eagerly agreed. She said, "Yes! But where?"
"I'll arrange it."
"I don't want to be seen in public with you "
"Don't worry about it. No one would see us together. At least you can come into a hotel alone where we'll meet in a private room."
"Ok! But can you wait for me a few more days?"
"I've been waiting this long. I think a few more day won't kill me."
"My husband has a meeting with one of his relatives in another city and he is going next week. We will meet then."
The next week, Kashif approached me for two days leave that I granted him with my blessings.
Then I call Shihda and told her that Kashif was going on leave from the next day and we arranged our meeting day in a famous hotel of the city, deciding to meet at 11 AM.
The next day, I walked in to find Shihda waiting for me in the reception area of the hotel where I had reserved a room the day before. When I saw her, she was dressed in the cream color shilwar (loose trousers) and red qameez (long shirt used commonly by Indian women) that clung to every luscious curve of her body like it was sprayed on, and showed enough skin to really set the imagination to work. So I couldn't take my eyes off of her. My heart was beating like a drum and I know it was obvious how much I was in love with this woman.
When we were going to the room through the hotel lobby, she was too nervous and depressed, so I said her, "Shihda, just relax. I don't expect you to do anything you don't want to do. If you're truly not comfortable with this, we'll go back."
"I will do anything to please you but I have never done it before and my heart is jumping out of my chest."
"I am always crazy for you, Shihda, but I'm not trying to corrupt you. I just want to have you close to me." I kissed her lightly on the cheek in the elevator.
"I also want to be close to you," Shihda replied to me with a kiss.
