This is a two-part story, both the stories are related and hence it is requested to read both of them in the right sequence. The story is a real life incident with the author. Any comments and similar experiences by other readers are welcome. Kindly read the story, as it is the details provided may be boring but are necessary. Thanks and happy fucking.
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Goa situated on the western coast of India, close to Bombay and Pune has always been my favourite get-away places. The sun draped beaches of the great Arabian Sea and beautiful Churches dotted on the Goan countryside make it my favourite holiday destination in India. During my tenure with a MNC as a Channel Manager I used to look for reasons to visit Goa, as it would involve business and pleasure combined into a lovely package.
For many a foreign tourist Goa is a cheap and wonderful holiday destination. On the other hand for most of the Indian populace Goa has been made infamous as a land of Nude beaches, where foreigners indulge in sex and drugs orgies. It is ironical that people in India always tend to believe more on hearsay than on facts. Thus it is not surprising that when any local tourist visits Goa the expectations of Nude beaches and sex orgies are laid to rest forever. Goa welcomes every individual into its fold as its own; in fact very often most of the people visiting Goa do so again, and again and again.
The people of Goa are fun loving and have an easygoing lifestyle. The locals indulge in very little physically or mentally stimulating activities. The business and administration is left to people from other well-known business communities of India. For a Goan male, Soccer and Liquor form the basis of his existence while females do not have any such compulsions. It may be argued that party and dance does create a longing in their minds. Also it is not very uncommon to find married women complaining of their husband's drinking and lethargy.
While I was at the company HO I had received a courier from a lady, Irene, in Goa asking for more details about the company's terms and conditions to setup a shop. After having sent her a letter of acknowledgement, accompanied with the terms and conditions the lady replied promptly in the affirmative. I continued to engage Irene in communications explaining the dos and don'ts of our business. To take matters further I had to visit Goa and inspect Irene's shop location. I met Irene at her shop location found Irene to be a very friendly person and we both took a kind of liking to each other in the correct sense of the word. I even met her husband, Chris, in the evening over a high Tea.
Friendly as they were I struck a chord with them instantly and the conversation shifted from business to other areas of interest. After a lot of time and some cups of tea we had discussed families and occupations and what not. Pleasantries were exchanged and promises made to meet soon as I took their leave.
Irene was a typical beautiful Goan lady, to say the least and had the most stunning figure at 29 she looked 20. Her husband Chris was also a cool chap and saw humor in every sentence. I had a lot of respect for them as they treated me like their very own in only a few meetings. I also visited their wonderful beach house, a large bungalow with small studio rooms on the first floor used as a guesthouse for foreign tourists. The furniture was old and antique and the Arabian Sea was tantalizingly close to the back yard. Few rooms were made over the backyard also to accommodate more tourists at a special price as it leads to the Arabian Sea.
After returning to Pune, I kept in touch with the couple over numerous emails and telephone calls. After months of communications the couple were not able to finalize the contract and had some problem or the other. Finally I decided to visit Goa and invite enquiries to set up stores, through a Newspaper ad. This would put some latent pressure on the couple that someone else may set up a shop in their location. Additionally the company wanted to tap the potential of other areas too. I made the necessary preparations and set off to Goa, I informed all concerned about my visit giving them my Hotel address and numbers.
On reaching Goa the ads in the Newspaper's came as scheduled and I started interviewing people from various locations. After a couple of days I received a call form Irene, I was delighted to speak to her, after a few minutes of normal talk Irene extended an invitation to visit their house as it was Chris's birthday. I was in Goa with a colleague of mine, Elvis. Elvis was much younger to me in age and also much junior to me at work. After some thought and debate we decided to attend the party.
We left our self-driven rented Car at the Hotel itself. Irene had informed us that most of the guests are coming from Panjim, where our Hotel was situated, and thus it would be better if we took a drive back with someone familiar with the roads, the party was likely to end very late. Taking the local bus, we reached Irene's house almost half hour before the scheduled time, to avoid being early into their house Elvis and I went for a walk to the beach nearby. The beach was deserted the beachside shacks had fluorescent lights and at some distant shacks trans music could be heard. Couples were seen closeted together on long wooden beach chairs staring aimlessly at the night sea.
We returned after some time, it was really embarrassing to find out that we were the only guests in the house and others were expected a bit late and later. Irene engaged us in some conversation offering us Beer and Whiskey. Since I did not drink I declined the offer, seeing me decline the offer even Elvis, who was not a teetotaler also declined the drink. We helped ourselves to some Coke and started moving around the house. Chris came over and with him the first of the guests.
Aunty Lizy, her husband, Sammy D'costa, and their wonderful teenaged daughter Natasha. Chris and Irene introduced me to them as if I was the Director of a Company. The D'costa's had a gifts and novelties store in the heart of Goa and it was a famous store. The family was very well to do. It became apparent over the evening that they were invited to most of the parties.
Aunty Lizy was impressed with the nature of my work; she even knew a thing or two about our business. In-fact they even stocked our company's products in their store. Their daughter showed interest in what we were talking but did so in compulsion, she was not really interested in spirit.
Being guests we did more listening and less talking as aunty Lizy continued to question me on various aspects of our business. She came across as a chirpy but knowledgeable female. The cross examination of my business acumen was getting interesting as few more guests joined us in the debate. Elvis and I were glad that we had company. Sammy D'costa meanwhile slipped away to get his second drink, while Natasha was looking utterly bored. To break her thoughts I asked her what she was doing, I was surprised to hear a very wonderful and mature voice, Natasha spoke well, from her talk and general development of assets it could be gauged that she was just about nineteen or twenty. Natasha noticed my gesture in breaking her monotony and now tried her best to indulge herself in the conversation. She worked in a famous five star Hotel at the Travel desk, only to keep herself occupied. She was not interested in her parent's business.
Guests started trickling in, and over the hour the house looked noisy. In a typical Goan style there was a game of Cards organised for the old hands and most of the old folks went into a backyard room and made a noisy start to the Card game. The party was organised in the dimly lit back yard. We were seated on what was supposed to be the boundary of the backyard, but the width was wide enough and it also had a polished surface. Some guests were seated on the boundary while their friends were seated facing them on chairs arranged for the occasion.
There was a separate section of a garden enclosed by flower trees, with seating arrangements in a circular fashion. Chris was out with his guitar and was singing along to glory with a few of his friends giving him company. They sang some wonderful Goan tunes and also some western classics. Chris sang Eric Clapton's Wonderful tonight, to a great applause from all listening and Irene was blushing to no end as she was at the center of the song. Most of the music buffs were seated in that section and enjoyed the singing. Most of them with drinks in their hands sang along.
The noise from the Card game was boisterous and one could not imagine the oldies making so much of noise, a peek into their room said the story. Each and every one was drinking away to glory; the game of Card was only a reason to assemble. That does not in any way mean that the Card game was not interesting.
Aunty Lizy was still sitting next to me on the boundary of the backyard, she had a drink in her hand and judging from her intense discussions she must have already been feeling good about it. In between she kept patting her left hand over my thighs and in the excitement of laughter she even started patting my shoulder. I was also totally involved in the laughter and jokes session and the party was beginning to become a bit more meaningful for me. Elvis was busy conversing with a school principal, the principal was trying desperately to put his point across.
Now what I thought were soft patting on my thighs and shoulder became regular, in the excitement of laughter aunty Lizy made sure her left boob touched me now and again. After the patting, the hand was not moving off as quickly. The other members of our group, one retired govt. employee uncle Tony, Mrs. Saldanha a school teacher in her forties, Mrs. Grimditch a social worker, Ms Neena a business woman and Mr. Rodney a local club singer. Out of the pack, Ms Neena was interesting and she kept staring at me in between conversations. She looked to be in her thirties, a divorcee she had a garments boutique close to the famous Anjuna beach. She was wearing khaki short pants and a white T-shirt. Her brown soft shoes matched very well and she looked like a woman of good taste. Neena was sipping Vodka; her well-kept figure disguised her drinking and partying habits. She looked attractive and one would wonder why such a beautiful thing is divorced. Looking from her way of talking probably she was a bit demanding and enjoyed her independence. The other members of the pack were their profession.
Aunty Lizy was involved in every topic of conversation and she had something to say about every thing and anything. But for now she had her hand over me and for the first time I really wanted to take a look at aunty Lizy. She had a full body, huge breasts and medium in built. Her short hair suited her well. She was wearing maroon trousers tight to her ass and a party shirt, splendidly colored. As I was looking at her over my right shoulder aunty Lizy also happened to look at me, her eyes had a lot of desire in them. I was dressed in a beige colored trouser and a white T-shirt. From my movements and general disposition Neena and Rodney asked me if I was in training at which I smiled and said
