It was a beautiful Saturday morning and I was busy making arrangements for some guests from my in-laws side to arrive as they were to come for a wedding to our town. After the guests came, had some tea and refreshment, they asked us also to accompany to the ceremony as it was within the family itself. Myself, my wife and parents got ready and reached the venue.
It was a big marriage palace but the guest count was low. We were from the groom side, but the ladies from the bride side were dressed in ultra modern dresses as per the size of town and the society in which the ceremony was being performed. Some of them were looking out-of-place and the one that was standing out was the one in a red saree with a golden back less blouse. I had seen such ladies on TV or pics as models but never in real life. Even though it was winter but she was bold enough to wear it without any woolens over it and was exposing her sexy back.
Let me describe her to you – her complexion was very fair, she was tall (say 5' 7"), vital stats may be of the order of 36-26-36 (as per visual estimates), sharp features. She was wearing a red saree with a golden back less blouse and some good quality sun-glasses over her eyes. In short she was just stunning and all the men from say 18 to 80 were looking at her only even though everyone cared that his parents and/or wife do not notice. I am confident that all men must have had a hard time controlling heir erections at such a place and later at home they may have masturbated fantasizing her or imagined her during their next few love making sessions with their spouses. In short you can say that "Venus" was on earth that day. She passed near to me and wow.... She was wearing an expensive French perfume as the fragrance was light but arousing.
Well! After attending the ceremony we too came back home but she was on my mind for the next few days and I was thinking that how lucky her hubby would be to have such a beautiful and sexy wife. I was imagining how their love making sessions would be like as I had secretly stripped her with my eyes even though from a distance. It took me about a week to partially wipe her out of my mind and concentrate on real things.
It was after about 2-3 weeks during a trip to the market with my wife that we met a group of people - the couple (who got married that day), the parents of the guy and that lady. Since a coffee shop was nearby, we invited them all for a cup of coffee. During the conversation on the coffee table it was intimated that the lady and her husband had to go to New Delhi the next day and they could not get a booking in train due to heavy winter holiday rush. Since, I and my wife were also to go to New Delhi the next day we offered to take them along in our car. We fixed up the time and place from where we would pick them up.
Later in the evening, due to some reasons the programme of my wife was cancelled and I had to travel alone. I picked up the couple at the appointed time and we started off. Her hubby was somewhat in contrast to her physical beauty – he was not very tall, a bit dark complexion and somewhat bulky too. After exchanging pleasantries and loading the luggage, we started off. She asked about my wife and I informed that due to some reason my wife's programme was cancelled (and had hoped that her hubby's also should have been cancelled). Hardly we had gone 15-20 Km that her hubby's boss called up and asked him to come back as there was some urgent and important work which only he could handle. He tried his level best to convince his boss that he is on his way and can come tomorrow but all his pleas fell on deaf ears. During this era of recession and lay offs, he was given an option of either report in one hour or never at all. Since the lady had some urgent and important work at New Delhi, she could not postpone her programme. Accordingly, it was decided that we will drop her hubby at the next town and we both will proceed further. Initially she was a bit reluctant to travel alone with a stranger (as all Indian women will) but since there was a strike of bus service and train booking was not available and she had two options – travel alone in a taxi or travel with a partial stranger (me) and obviously she chose the latter.
After dropping her hubby for a trip back home that she had to come on the front seat. Now I noticed that she had one of the smoothest skins I had ever seen. Even though my main concentration was in driving yet I stole some moments to have a peek at her exposed body parts like hands, arms, face etc. and I found that she was much sexier than I had thought. That day too she was wearing a saree – light baby pink but the blouse this time was covering her back as the case with conventional Indian blouses. There was stunning silence as we had nothing to talk as there were no common topics. The destination was still over 200 Km away and my worry was that how will the next 4 hrs pass with such silence. I broke the ice by asking her which radio channel I should tune into. She preferred one with new songs. I asked her to do some search and she selected a channel of her choice.
Now it was her turn to start off something. She asked my name, profession etc. and answered similar questions about herself. Her name was Navita and she was in her early 40s. She had 2 kids – 12 year old son and 9 year old daughter. Her voice too was very sweet and a bit sexy. The kids were in a boarding school as her husband was in a frequently transferable job. There was an atmosphere of restraint between us as this was practically our first meeting and that too in a very un-expected scenario. The conversation was now beginning to start off and we discussed our hobbies – luckily we had some in common. She too was fond of Indian movies and songs; we had some common favorite authors - Irving Wallace, Sidney Sheldon, Jackie Collins and our own Shobha De. We discussed some of the common novels that we had read and recommended some of those which the other had missed out.
Three out of the above four novelists Irving Wallace, Jackie Collins and Shobha De are well known for the sexy and erotic stuff that they write to a great extent and partially Sidney Sheldon. Slowly and steadily the discussion moved to Wallace's "The Celestial Bed". She was initially a bit reluctant to talk about it with a male stranger but I do not how and why she then discussed it explicitly. The novel is about a sex clinic where the doctor hires some volunteers to teach his clients systematic sex – beginning with a caress of hands to intercourse.
During the course of discussion she commented that the said novel should be gifted to every Indian male on his engagement and he should be made to read it completely during his courtship. I asked her the reason and I was shocked by her response, "Indian men do not know how to enjoy sex. They just strip off, fondle, finger, insert, pump, ejaculate, roll over and snore. Majority of Indian love making sessions are over in less than 10 minutes!"
"How do you know?" was my natural query.
"I am a clinical psychologist and deal with such cases daily," her voice sounded confident.
"Do you have any statistics?" my inquisitiveness was increasing.
She picked up her lap top from the back seat and opened up a presentation with some statistical figures, "70% of Indian couples do not completely strip off before the act, 85% of Indian males do not care whether their wives experience orgasms and 90% of Indian females are not aware as to what an orgasm is what to talk of experiencing it, 25% of Indian couples have not done the act with the lights on, 45% of Indian couples have never experienced oral sex etc. etc.. ."
I was looking at her with astonishment and was amazed at her flow of statistics. Her tone was sounding as if she herself was amongst the majority of Indian women who were not fully satisfied with their sex lives. She continued, "See Sunny! It is just an irony that the couples in the land of Kamasutra are not satisfied with their own sex lives; A classic case of the age old phrase "Darkness under the lamp." Talking about sex is a taboo in the society as well amongst the couples."
Now when the ice was broken, I too felt a bit confident and asked, "If you do not mind, may I pay you a compliment please?"
"Go ahead!" she sounded surprised and unsure as to what I wanted to say.
"You were looking really gorgeous on the day we first met in your red saree and the golden backless blouse," I do not know how such bold words came out of my mouth. I tried to look the other way but my eyes just met hers.
I sensed that her feeling was mixed – she wanted to punch me for such a remark (any Indian lady will in such a situation) and at the same time wanted to give me a 'Thank you' kiss. She blushed and her fair complexioned face turned rosy pink and she was stunned for a few seconds. The horn of the car made her come to her senses and she just said "Thank you!"
By this time, I had reduced the speed to have more time with her. She was still thinking about my compliment and twice opened her mouth to say something but could not muster the courage.
"Do you want to say something," I made her comfortable.
"Did you.............?" She stopped mid-way.
"Yes!" I replied sensing that she wanted to ask "Did you fantasize about making love to me?"
"What yes?" she sounded somewhat disturbed.
"What did you want to ask," I said in a naughty tone.
"I wanted to ask you whether you .......... Whether you............." she could not complete.
"Go on....... Ask" now I was in a commanding tone.
