This is in continuation of my first story posted on Literotica. Finally I was able to meet my friend, whom i came across in Literotica by chance, and who went on to become a very close and intimate friend. The first encounter with her was still fresh in my mind, and since last couple days, the scene that took place in that washroom in the cafe, was playing on in my mind, like an endless loop. It was the first time that I was with another woman, up so close and intimate. The delicate scent of her perfume that filled the air around her, the softness of her skin when i touched her hand, the wrinkles on her lips, when she smiled shyly, the strong aroma in between her inner thighs, when I first kissed her on her soaking panties, all the thoughts were overwhelming my mind over and over again. My wife realized that i was quite in a pleasant mood ever since I had arrived from Delhi. Little did she know the reason behind all of that.
A couple days later, I was in the office and in a meeting, around 8 people in the room seated around a oval table. My colleague was presenting some reports and all were attentively focused on the screen. However my attention was elsewhere, and i was glancing at my phone now and then, hoping to get a text from my secret friend.
Just then my heart skipped a beat, and the phone chimed. Yes, it was a message from her, and it read that she was quite busy the last few days, visiting relatives and friends, and therefore was not able to chat. I texted back, that it was fine and it was always good to see a message from her even after a long time. Next, what she asked was a pleasant surprise, and it caught me totally unprepared. She asked if I could come to Delhi again, as there was Holi ( Indian festival of colors), being celebrated at her uncle's farmhouse on the weekend, and she wished if I could join the party. I was quite excited with the thought of meeting her again. Without any second thoughts I immediately replied, "Yes!" She replied with a heart emoji and a couple of kisses.
Suddenly, I started taking a keen interest in the presentation going on in the meeting room. My boss Aparna, glanced at me across the table, and asked if I would be able to be present at the client meet in Delhi the next week. Wow, I could not believe the coincidence. It was as if the whole world was somehow conspiring to make my meeting with my secret friend possible. Of course without any hesitation I replied in the affirmative, and also suggested, if I could travel during the weekend itself, so that I can have some time to relax and prepare the presentation for the client over the weekend. Aparna is usually a snobbish lady, and doesn't agree to any proposal without thorough diligence, but surprisingly she agreed.
So it was early Saturday morning, and I was back on the flight to Delhi. I checked into the hotel, took a quick shower, and texted my secret friend.
"Hey, I am now somewhere close to you, where do we meet now."
She sent me the address and asked to directly come there, and told me that I should mention that I am Neha's friend.
"Wait a moment, but who is Neha now?" I texted her.
"Well, you will soon see, waiting for you, come soon," she texted back.
Hmm, well this was yet another twist in the tale now. Does she want me to meet another friend? Does she have a relative, she wants me to meet? I was getting restless with the thoughts, but I had to leave quickly. So I wore the white kurta and white pants in a jiffy and raced down the hotel lobby to catch the elevator. That was the dress code for the Holi party -All white!
I reached the venue of the party half and hour later. It was a huge farmhouse on the outskirts of Delhi, away from the hustle and bustle of the city. It seemed like a big party and there were many cars parked outside. I went inside and and there was a decent crowd on the lawns, all wearing white. Though the women were wearing traditional Indian dresses, like a saree or a salwar, and not much skin on show, but yet everyone was looking drop dead gorgeous. Some were wearing a tight blouse with deep and wide neck, showing decent amount of cleavage, there were some with backless blouses and some with very tight fitting salwars. I was just awestruck with what I was seeing.
Just then, a gentleman walked to me and asked, "Hello, are you searching for someone?"
I just muttered, "Neha."
"Oh yes, come with me, and i will take you to her," he said. "She is preparing the snacks for the party."
He led me to a pathway alongside the lawns and into the house, where there was a long table laid with an assortment of snacks.
"There she is around the corner," he said and excused himself to attend to another guest.
I went closer to her. Her back was turned towards me so i could not see clearly. She was squatting on the floor, one knee bent and her foot balancing on the 4 inch heel that she was wearing, Her hair was tied in a hastily made bun, She was wearing a white Churidar (traditional Indian dress for women) going all the way below her knees, and a tight white matching pants. It was a delicate fabric, and her figure was accentuated very nicely. In that squatting position, the full width of her hips and ass was stretched across, and in my mind I quickly summed up that she would probably be a woman in her early 30s, quite natural and curvy. I could not take off my eyes, from over her bottom, just the sheer volume of her buttocks staring at me in my face. There was a noticeable delicate panty line going across on the thighs, and the hips, and it was quite visible, especially because it was a low hispter panties.
Her back was quite sweaty and her fabric was clinging to her back, with the bra hook, quite visible as well. I was very close behind her, even to notice now that her bra was slotted in the 3rd hook. Umm, I thought to myself, definitely a 34C cup.
I was about to utter something, and just at that moment she stood up and turned, with one swift movement, and I could not believe what i saw. It was my secret friend nonetheless!! Even before I would say anything, she grabbed the hand of another guy standing close to her. He was definitely not a Indian, but looked a typical American or European guy.
"Hey, John, meet my friend childhood friend Varun!" She introduced.
I offered a quick handshake and put out a nice welcoming smile for John.
"Remember, the guys I used to tell you about during my school and college days?" She said, while winking at me from the corner of her eye.
"Oh, yes, I do remember all the good times, you had in college as close friends," said John.
"And, Varun, this is my husband John," she added.
"Nice to meet you John," I said, shaking his hand one more time.