The Black Ford Fiesta, screeched to a halt in front of the station, on that sunny Friday. The station was pretty crowded as usual, preparing for the weekend. Adjusting her hair and makeup, Ashwini turned to pick the bag from the backseat. A purse was already hanging on her right shoulder. Manohar shifted the gear to neutral, and waited for his wife to get down.
"Ten days is too much for me. How can I stay without you?" Manohar once again expressed his unwillingness to let her stay away for a long time. He had been insisting the same, since Ashwini informed about the wedding of her best friend, Tara, and the trip planned by their classmates following it, but, he could not convince her stubbornness and let her go half heartedly.
"I feel very bad to leave you alone and am going to miss you too, dear... Just Ten days... OK?" Ashwini picked up the bag, gave a short, yet lingering kiss on his lips and got out of the car.
"I will call you once am done with the meetings... Take care honey, have a safe journey" Manohar waved to her beautiful wife with a flying kiss, shifted the car and left the station.
Ashwini crossed the road, and walked towards the station in short quick steps. Once inside the station, she checked the schedule of trains. She had another hour to catch her train.
The platform was filled with the busy crowd as well as the noise of the city. Ashwini strolled on the platform, glancing around the shops and railway offices. The clock seemed to be ticking slower than ever.
Ashwini could feel her pulse racing. Her fingers were entwined in a knot all the time she was walking. Well, who was going to suspect her nervousness which she was trying hard to control by pressing her hands? About twenty minutes had passed, when her cell phone rang.
Ashwini was electrified, her body shivering with the buzz of the phone, her hands fumbled to take the gadget from her purse and open it. She managed to do that somehow, and in a low, quivering voice whispered "Hello!!"
"Hello Ashwini, All ready for the journey?" a rough, but seductive voice smiled from the phone.
"Ye...Yess... I am at the station, waiting for the train...", Ashwini replied in the same trembling whisper.
"Wow, I never thought you would come to this extent. Hmmm... Good anyway..." the voice smiled again.
"Yes, Deepak..." Ashwini smiled too, but it was more of a nervous smile than a happy one.
"Nice... It's time for the change then, why don't you get more comfortable, Ashwini? Hope you have got all that's required..." the voice started sounding commanding now, maintaining the smile all the way, which could be well visualized from the manner of speaking.
"Yes, Deepak... I have it all..."
"Hmmm... You have got fifteen minutes, then..." the phone went dead.
Ashwini kept the phone back in her purse, and walked towards the station lavatory. She had been looking for one from the moment she entered the platform, because she knew what would come. She entered a room that was stinking like any other at the station but, she was not in a mood to worry about it. She checked the locks again, placed her bags nearby, and started undressing.
She let her dupatta go, unbuttoned the churidhar and took it off, bringing out her C-cupped breasts locked in the black bra. She untied the knot of the pants and slid it down her legs, exposing the smooth, shaved thighs, and the black panties. She hesitated for a moment, then unhooked the bra, and let her breasts bounce freely.
Ashwini had never undressed in a public place before, and the very thought excited her, and frightened her at the same time. Her fingers moved to the waistline, slid the panty down the legs, she could realize some wetness on her pussy mound, shaved clean that morning, for the first time in her life. She had the tingling since she started from home, and she has no way to control it, though it was natural.
Ashwini opened the bag, took a pack from it, a courier not opened yet. She opened the pack then, as instructed. She had an idea of what would be inside, so the things inside did not surprise her, it only excited her more.
Ashwini was feeling the prickling between her legs so acutely that she wanted to touch it, let her pleasure flow over and relax herself. But, she made up her mind not to do it so soon, and also had been instructed not to do so.
Inside the bag, was a light maroon colored cotton sari (
the classic Indian dressing, that can be worn in either way, conservative or erotic
), a see through, along with a dark blouse and petticoat (
an inner skirt
). The blouse was a sleeveless, with deep cut, both at the back and the front, and enough to expose her beauty as well as her sluttiness.
Ashwini panicked again, she was unable to think how could she wear such a blouse that would pop out half of her boobs and a very clear cleavage. Though she had fantasized a lot about this before, executing it in real was a different thing.
Ashwini had entered into this willingly, and she was not ready to back off. She wore the blouse, then the petticoat, a knee-length skirt similar to that of a club dancer. She wrapped the sari over it, and she had no doubt that it would make her look like a cheap call-girl, and she was doing this in the same town, where she lived.
Ashwini let her pony tailed hair free, the attire getting more erotic. She had her high heels on already, not noticed by her husband though. She applied a little make up to her face, some eye lining and lipstick, not too thick to expose her. The overall effect was tantalizing, and not overdone.
Satisfied, Ashwini did the final task instructed. She tore her train ticket from Chennai to Hyderabad into pieces, and flushed it in the toilet. The envelope had in it, another ticket, a first class one, destined to Bangalore. She came out of the lavatory.
Ashwini knew very well that she has started attracting people, first being the lavatory keeper himself, who raised the brow when she came out. Soon, he would find a heap of clothes in the bathroom, which would confirm his suspicion about the lady just left. Well, it is just the beginning.
Everyday had become a just another day for Ashwini. The same, usual, boring day. She has started hating each dawn, when the thought of passing the entire daytime alone would strike her.
Though a newly married girl, Ashwini never had the joys of the married life completely, and she had never imagined that her life would get into a ho-hum routine within a month of her marriage to Manohar.
Manohar was the marketing executive of a firm newly opened by his classmates, a group of entrepreneurs. He had passed out of a prestigious B-School, but surprisingly, a claimed virgin. Their marriage took place immediately after his graduation; Ashwini had to discontinue her post graduation course to move from her hometown to Chennai after marriage.
Ashwini, soon found two important things, after their marriage – Manohar is an 'irritatingly' selfish person, irrespective of the situation, more to her agony, even at bed. Not a single day, they exchanged "funny dirty" things that would spice up things and end up in a romantic encounter. In fact, they hardly talked at nights. Whatever happened was a routine, a supposed-to-be part of one's duty.
Importantly, Ashwini, only realized after marriage, that she was much capable than what she had actually thought of. She was a virgin too, before marriage, but not by heart. She had her fantasies as well, and had been used to the stories and movies, that could only be discussed in secrecy among friends.
Despite everything, Ashwini maintained a "quiet" social profile, and had an "active" dark side. Masturbation became regular for her, almost daily, but just the "fingers" and "vegetables" never exposed her real thirst. Fortunately, she realized it after marriage, but unfortunately, with Manohar.
Slowly, the "idle" mind became the devil's workshop. A fully equipped home had a laptop with high-speed internet, catering to her needs. The stories and pictures were usual stuff, and she was used to them since the beginning. So, when trying to look for some change, Ashwini came across chat rooms, and the contact list started building up. Mostly, the chats were garbage, but she got acquainted with some good friends as well. Deepak was one among them.
Their chat started with the exchange of erotic pictures and talks, slowly to hot, passionate cyber, then to erotic role plays. It happened with everyone, but Deepak's language made the difference. That really turned Ashwini on, and she started playing very regular with him, even missing his presence at times.
Ashwini was well aware of the progress happening within her, and as there was no progress in her married life till then, she never minded this and Deepak was the first person to take her to the next step. Ashwini was surprised too at her boldness in trying to talk with him through phone. That brought them one more step closer successfully.
Ashwini had started yearning for Deepak's calls, though she could not admit openly at first, the effect was just enough for Deepak to persuade her to try the next one. Ashwini strongly objected to that, but Deepak's command, which used to make her tingle everytime, made her obey as well.
Ashwini's favorite fantasy was being held as a submissive. She only loved the rough, hard way of attaining her much more than the slow, seductive way. Among them, making her obey was the top in the list. And Deepak was a Master in that art. It was an exciting plan for Ashwini drafted by Deepak, but too dreadful to try for a housewife who had been 'publicly' conservative until then.
It was when she was out on the platform, the phone buzzed again. Ashwini picked up and answered with a little boldness then, the shiver subsided a little.
"Ready??" Deepak sounded calm, but Ashwini felt the titillation.
"Yeah..." Ashwini smiling in willing submissiveness, all prepared to obey her "anonymous" Master.
"Bet you look sexy baby... Turning heads, huh?"
