The rain was getting heavier as the car pulled up outside Anita's house.
"Ok then, Anita miss. See you," said Prakash.
"You said you were finding it hard to see through the windshield. By the looks of it, the rain is only going to get worse. How can you drive now? Why don't you come inside and stay until the rain abates?"
"Well...no...I'll just..."
"No, please come inside. I can't let you drive in this weather when you've taken the trouble to drive all this way to drop me home. Please let me be of some help in return." Anita insisted.
"No...it's..."
Prakash had barely finished his objection when ear-splitting thunder roared overhead.
"I'll tell Ashwin that his father is insane if you're planning to drive in spite of this," said Anita reproachfully.
"Ok Anita miss, I'll come in," said Prakash, finally yielding.
Anita extracted an umbrella from her handbag. She unlocked the car's door, held it ajar, and stuck out the umbrella through the gap between the door and the car's roof. She spread out the canopy with the click of a button on the handle and stepped out of the car gingerly. She walked over to the driver's door and held out the umbrella over it. Prakash got out of the car and joined Anita under the canopy. They took careful steps towards the front door of the house, upon reaching which Anita took out a key from the handbag and opened it. Both of them ambled into the house.
Anita promptly turned on a switch and a light flickered to life, illuminating what Prakash saw to be a somewhat poky hall. In the hall, there was a sofa and a television set next to it. Anita laid the wet umbrella in an area beside the sofa and turned on the fan overhead. She closed the door behind her.
"Please have a seat," she said, simpering.
Anita realized that she had got wet in spite of having used the umbrella, and that Prakash too had noticed it.
"Oh...I have to change...excuse me," she said sheepishly, making off to the adjacent room.
Anita closed the door. She knew what she was going to wear couldn't be just any dress. She had been waiting for an opportunity like this since the PTA meeting which had been held two weeks before. Ashwin, Prakash's son, had flunked almost every subject and she was supposed to tell Prakash to be extra mindful of his son's academic matters. But things didn't go as she had intended. A sudden surge of passion had gripped her from the moment she saw Prakash. His rugged features and sonorous voice were too much for her to handle. To her embarrassment, she had stammered and started perspiring when she began to talk to him. When it came to a point when she could no longer hold herself back, she had excused herself and left the place under the pretext of attending a phone call. She then went to the restroom, locked herself in and masturbated to her heart's content. She had prayed nobody had heard her moaning. Right now she couldn't remember how she had managed to talk to Prakash that day with her dignity intact after coming out of the restroom.
Anita opened her wardrobe and began sifting through it. She had always been aware that she was a well-endowed woman. She had never actually had to do anything to make men take notice of her. Wherever she went, she could feel the eyes of all the boys and men on her. Barring some creepily lascivious stares that she got at times, she had mostly enjoyed the male attention that she received. Now for the first time in her life, she found herself making an earnest effort to seduce a man.
Where is it, where is that one dress that I bought exclusively for an occasion like this?
Finally she found it. Under the pile of clothes, there lay a black silky dress. She had bought it from an online retailer. She knew when she saw its picture for the first time that it was the perfect outfit for her if she ever wanted to seduce a man. She took off her saree and blouse and put on her magic gown. She stepped in front of the mirror and studied her figure. It was perfect. The figure-hugging gown had impeccably accentuated the contours of her body. Its neckline plunged down to reveal her cleavage and a bit of her plump breasts. Its hemline rose just above her knees to lay bare her shapely legs. Now Prakash just had to see her.
As Anita tiptoed to the door, her moribund sense of modesty reared its head.
What are you doing, Anita? You're going to seduce your student's father! You're a teacher, bear that in mind!
But the nymphomaniac in her readily killed it with an irrefutable argument.
Yes, I'm a teacher. That's my profession. But before that, I'm a human being with primal desires, a woman, a sexual being. I'm a teacher at school. I would cease to be that if I were to resign the job. But I can never stop being a woman who yearns for sex.
Anita gently pushed the door open and stepped on to the hall. Prakash looked up. No sooner had his brain finished processing the image before him than his penis distended. He had been holding himself back from the moment Anita had hopped on to his car. He had been preoccupied with this buxom woman ever since he saw her for the first time during his son's PTA meeting. He had seen few women who were more physically gifted than her. There was something bewitching about her swarthy complexion which enhanced her breath-taking figure. Now, as she stood there with her sexiness heightened several notches by the low-cut black gown, Prakash was at a loss as to what to say.
"I'm sorry to have kept you waiting..." said Anita, with a meaning smile.
