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I awoke with a start as the whine from the big jet engines changed into a roar. The
long haul flight from Europe was finally about to touch down on the soil of India,
I know it is tarmac really but you know what I mean. It seams strange to me that
no matter how much sleep I get on a plane I always arrive tired? As the air hostesses
opened the doors I grabbed my hand luggage and headed blear-
Now before I go any further with my story I think I had better fill you in on some of the background. I travelled back to India from my company headquarters in Europe where I had been on a refresher course. Being lucky to secure a position with this big utilities construction company isn’t enough I am expected to improve and progress up the promotional ladder. So when the company won a major contract to construct a large power station in India I pushed myself forward to be part of the team.
Although my family live in India home is no where near the site of the power station so it meant finding accommodation close to work, the company would billet me out of course and pay all my expenses, but my mother would hear none of this. She had decided that if I was living away from home with my fellow work colleagues I would fall in with a bad crowd, would become prey to alcohol and the girls and loose women of the bazaars. How right she was, so to keep me in check she had arrange with some family friends to accept me as a house guest, house guest it was like something out of a British Victorian novel. You can’t argue with your mother though, so for her piece of mind I went along with the idea. What she thought I got up to when living in Europe I dread to think.
As I struggled with my heavy suitcases towards the exit a name on a placard caught my eye, it was my name! I approached the holder of the placard and introduced myself as the person who’s name he was holding up. My suitcases were whisked away and I was directed to a waiting car, a big black shiny car, far too big, black and shiny for the streets of blustering India. It was not long before we were swinging into the long driveway that would lead to my new host’s house. House, it was more like a small palace, something left over from the Raj or the British colonial days. This was not at all what I had expected. We stopped at the main door and there to greet me were Ishana and Arundhati looking for all they were worth a modern day Rajah and Ranee. Ishana was a tall well suited man in his late forties or early fifties a bit like Omar Sherif but certainly very overweight, his dark hair tinged with grey. Arundhati I would say was around her late thirties with a fine figure well clothed in designer label western style blouse and flowing trousers, her raven black hair contrasting with the whiteness of her clothing. This was a wealthy family, I began to wonder just how they should be such close friends with my mom and dad, but it was of no matter they appeared genuinely happy to see me and this was going to be my “home” for the foreseeable future, I considered that I had fallen on my feet to coin a phrase.
After the formal introduction Ishana apologised but said he had some pressing business to attend to Arundhati would show me to my room and he would see me later at dinner, with that he walked into what, I later found out was his study and closed the door behind him. Arundhati almost commanded me to follow as she set off at a brisk pace, swinging her arms and a forced sought of walk, more like a march. I had seen women walk like this before but could never figure out what message they were trying to convey. Breaking into a trot to keep up with Arundhati I couldn’t help but become mesmerized by the site of the rounded cheeks of her buttocks as they danced rhythmically inside the tightness of the upper part of her trousers. We climbed the sweeping staircase to the upper floor the rhythmic vision in front of me was now at head height this only accentuated my fascination. I remember thinking that Arundhati must not be wearing any panties as the sheerness of her trousers would surely have belied their outline, but no I could just see the unmistakable hint of the top of a thong at her waistline. We walked along the landing then Arundhati stopped abruptly by an open door, so abruptly that I nearly stumbled straight into her, I was too busy watching her ass. “This will be your room.” She said beckoning me to enter. I walked through the open door into what I can only describe as a stateroom, guestroom would not have done it justice. When there were people in India sleeping in the streets this coming night with little or no food what influence had my mom and dad to secure me these palatial surroundings. “You will find the bed is most comfortable, in fact I have slept well in it myself on occasions.” My host remarked interrupting my thoughts. “Then I will think of you as I sleep tonight.” I replied before I could stop myself, shit did I actually say that what on earth was I thinking of. I pretended to test the bed with my hand then sweep the cover straight, I could feel Arundhati’s stare on the back of my neck this was not the time to make eye contact. The prolonged silence was broken “Your bathroom is through this door you will find everything you need.” Arundhati continued. “If not just ask one of the servants, oh dinner will be at eight, dress will be informal.” With that she turned on her heels and with a swish left through the open door. Hopefully she had passed off my earlier remark and dismissed it without a second thought.
I could hear some whispering just outside my doorway, Arundhati returned “ Rana unpacked your cases and has put your clothes away. She has suggested that the rest of your luggage must be arriving later and that you have no suitable dress for dinner. You are about the same size as my brother I will select something from his wardrobe for you to wear.” She twirled on her heel again and was gone. Luggage arriving later, what I had in my suitcases was all I had in the world and she had said that dress would be informal.
The grime of my journey was making my clothes stick to my skin and the thoughts of a long hot bath was more than I could resist, not that I wanted to resist, the only question was would it be a bath or would I take a shower? I disrobed, left my clothes on the bed and headed for the bathroom. The bathroom lacked for nothing and I mean nothing. Bath or shower, I decided on a shower. I can’t describe how good it felt, shave and use of the toothbrush and I was a new man ready to face this unfamiliar world.
On returning to my bedroom my clothes had gone and in their place were the borrowed selection from Arundhati’s brother Haidar’s wardrobe neatly laid out. A thought passed through my mind if this was informal what would formal dinner dress be like? It was of no matter, I dressed in my borrowed attire, they were a good fit, then headed towards the dinning room. Now there was a question, where was the dinning room? I had no idea. “Would you care to follow me sir.” a voice as if from nowhere, I nearly jumped out of my skin, but there to my side was, well I suppose you would call him a man servant, dressed in traditional Indian garb, obviously inwardly amused at this little fish out of water that he had been commanded to escort to the dinner table. Ishana and Arundhati were waiting for me just off the dinning room in the lobby. We exchanged greetings and walked into the dinning room. If you asked me what Ishana was wearing I could not tell you, but Arundhati was wearing the most expensively sensual sarree that I have ever seen, not over revealing but enough to grab the attention a fact I was quite convinced that she was fully aware of.
Dinner was embarrassingly sumptuous the table groaned with the selection of food, but the after dinner conversation with my hosts was adsorbing and went on into the late evening, it was fortunate that it was the weekend and I did not have to start work until Monday morning.
The weekend was soon over and it was back to the realities of life. It was an early breakfast for me and arrangements had been made in this respect. I did not expect to see anyone else up and about at this early hour, other than the staff, so I was pleasantly surprised to see Arundhati just before I set off on my journey to work. A car and driver had been sent out by the company to pick up the “boarded out” staff at their various locations, I was the first on the list and the car was waiting by a side door. I grabbed my things and as I said goodbye to Arundhati without thinking I instinctively kissed her on the cheek, as I would kiss my mother goodbye in the morning, she gave a little whimper and seemed shocked and surprised. There was no time for discussion I embarrassingly wished her goodbye again and headed for the car. The next morning was just the same as the previous except that when I came to say goodbye I hesitated about giving Arundhati a goodbye kiss, it was the custom in continental Europe but she did not seem to accept the innocent gesture. I thought I would give it a miss this time, just say goodbye and head for the car, but Arundhati held out her cheek in expectation, so a quick kiss on the cheek, goodbye and I set off to work. The pattern was repeated for the rest of the week. At the weekend my working hours were to change, the company required night shift on site and I put my name forward as it suited me, the wage was better and it would give me some time to study for my degrees.
At the start of my first night shift I had my evening meal with my hosts a usual, bid my goodbyes, got changed for work and made my way towards the side door to wait for the car Arundhati was already in the small lobby to the door, “Don’t I get a kiss goodbye tonight Ragi?” She asked. “Of course Arundhati.” I said and was about to give her a kiss on the cheek when she held my face in her hands and gave me a kiss full on the lips. I was a bit taken aback, not that the kiss was not appreciated, but that it came as a complete surprise. Before I could say anything my car had arrived and Arundhati was saying “Go,go.” and was ushering me towards the door. That night shift was long and tedious, I could not help thinking about that kiss, what it meant if anything or nothing at all.
On returning from work in the morning I found a breakfast had been prepared for me but there was no one else obviously about, when I say no one else my thoughts were of Arundhati of course. I finished my breakfast and headed to my room, took a shower, then into bed, sleep was soon upon me, I was unbelievably tired.
All too soon the routine of going to work had started again, evening meal, get changed then head for the side door. The ray of light to this was the expectation that Arundhati might be in the lobby to say goodbye, but she was not, I felt a pang of disappointment deep inside. As I stood there waiting for my car a pair cool hands covered my eyes, they were Arundhati’s hands cool and scented, my heart missed a beat then did two beats to catch up. “Did you think I would not be here to say goodbye Ragi?” Arundhati whispered in my ear. I turned around she had a cheeky girlish smile and a twinkle in her eyes that I had not seen before. “I would have been disappointed if you were not.” I replied. “And how disappointed would you have been Ragi?” Arundhati said more in tease than question. “Terribly disappointed,” I said “I would have set off to work with a saddened heart.” Was I actually saying such things to the wife of my host? Without realising we had embarked on the road to seduction and without care it could be the road to destruction, but the risk of getting caught only heightens the thrill of the chase.
“I would not want you to go with a saddened heart Ragi.” Arundhati whispered again and with that she kissed me long and passionately on the lips. “Now go and think of me tonight.” She said “Go, go you will be late else and make the others late as well.” This was her way of staying in control; give a little take a little away. Every time we met it would be a tease, at breakfast, at our evening meal, during the day, she would flirt and be provocative. She would still come and say her goodbyes in the lobby to the side door but she would make sure the tease would go no further than she wanted it to. A kiss and perhaps a cuddle, the car was always there to interrupt, always well timed, always just a little too soon, well for me anyway.
This day would be different Ishana had gone away on business for a short time perhaps even the week. I was still in the dark as to what business Ishana was involved in but politics was tied up in it to some degree, it was of no matter. After my evening meal I busied myself in preparation for the coming nights work as usual as I walked towards the side door Arundhati caught me up and slipped her arm through mine holding herself close to me, I could feel the firmness of her breast on my arm. We stopped in the lobby entrance and embraced in a passionate kiss, tongues entwining in rapture. I stroked the firm roundness of her breast and lowered my hand down and across the taught outline of her buttock pressing her closer to my body. Arundhati’s mood changed in an instant, she pushed me away with some force “I am not for the taking like some backstreet harlot from the bazaars of Bombay” she retorted. “Nothing was further from my mind” I replied “but I just thought?” Arundhati interrupted in a flash eyeing me suspiciously “I know what you just thought” she said coldly arms folded in defiance “It’s about time you were going your car will be here in a moment.” I considered myself told in no uncertain terms. With the whole night ahead of me to try and figure out what was happening here I once more bid my goodbyes and was whisked away into the failing light that heralded the darkness of India.
The cold light of morning belied the forthcoming heat of the day. I took my breakfast alone still at a loss as to what had happened between Arundhati and myself the previous evening, I showered and retired to my bed. The meal in the evening was taken alone as was my departure for work. For some strange reason I was somewhat relieved that the routine had been broken as if a great load had been taken off my shoulders.
Arundhati was at the dinner table the following evening. She was different, her hair had a more youthful style, not western nor Indian, a combination of both, it was certainly very attractive and most effective, no doubt very expensive. Her saree and blouse were daringly cut though covered by a shear Palu pinned at the shoulder. Not off the peg, this was top class bespoke designed India evening wear. I could not help but compliment Arundhati on her attractive hair style and provocative dress. This helped to break the ice for the atmosphere at that dinner table was decidedly cold. “Well thank you Ragi.” Arundhati replied appearing genuinely flattered “I decided to go into the city and treat myself to a new hair style, some new clothes and expensive perfume, not difficult if you know where to go.” “You must certainly know where to go.” I said almost without thinking as the mood at the table became more relaxed. “Tell me what you think of this perfume Ragi” so saying she lifted a small bottle off the tabletop removed the stopper and waved it under her nose. I stood up from my chair and walked around to where she was sitting. As I approached Arundhati allowed her Palu to fall from her shoulder then wiped a bead of the perfume on the exposed cleavage of her low plunging neckline. There was no turning back now, not unless I truly wanted to insult my dinner host, which I did not and this was surely an invitation to be more intimate. As I bent forward and breathed in the unbelievably sensual perfume, Arundhati kissed me on the cheek, then whispered “I have far more to risk than you Ragi, far more to lose, as a married woman in a very wealthy and powerful family like mine I need to be very careful I cannot afford to make any mistakes, do you understand what I am saying Ragi?” I answered in a whisper but never the less sincerely “Yes, I understand now, but I must confess my growing feelings towards you and would never knowingly do anything to cause you any distress.” She kissed me on the cheek once again then gently pressed my head towards her heaving bosom allowing me to tenderly kiss the softness of her breast, her body slightly quivered in response. “The best and sweetest fruit is always at the top of the tree Ragi, It takes extra effort and you have to climb higher but the rewards are far greater if you trust in what I am saying.” Arundhati replied still in a whispered tone. “Though the higher I climb the greater the fall.” I suggested. “Of course, but surely the prize is worth the risk.” She teased. “And a man with honest intent would not be allowed to fall so far that he would become hurt, but if you are not honest with your intent and are only playing with my feelings then you will surely find out how hard the ground is when you finely fall, for fall you will.” “Then I will hear no more of this talk for my intent is honest and my feelings towards you are genuine” I replied perhaps a bit too briskly but no matter it was how I felt. “The talk is far too serious and the dinner gets cold Ragi, let us finish our meal before it goes beyond the eating, you have a long night ahead of you.” Arundhati stated, or did I detect that it was another tease? She was right of course, we resumed our meal and afterwards I changed ready for the night’s work ahead. Arundhati was at the side door lobby to wish me goodbye as usual, though this night her kiss was passionate, powerful and without restraint. The car once again arrived premature to spoil the moment. “It is time for you to go my love though this night will be far too long for me as well and it is I who will also be thinking of you.” Arundhati was saying, as she held me tightly in her arms. She could not have pressed her body any closer to mine, her whole mood had changed, she was almost electric with emotion. Too soon the car was again whisking me away from her arms into the darkening Indian night.
The long night was finely over and as I returned from my work I could not help but continue to think of the past days events. What was I doing with my life? Did I really want to spend the rest of my life working for a big utility company? What of Arundhati where was she to fit into this picture, after all she was a rich and powerful married woman and was certainly the power behind the throne, where I was just starting out in life and did not have a lot to my name.
My sleep was restless caught in that halfway place, not fully asleep nor properly awake. The thoughts tumbled around in my head a mixture of work, Arundhati, studies and what the future could possibly be. Arundhati dominated my thoughts, there were other things of course but I always returned to Arundhati, her hair, her low cut revealing dress, her perfume. Her perfume invaded my senses, it teased and tantalised my nostrils. Even as I lay in the cool dimness of my shuttered room wrestling with the kaleidoscope of my thoughts I could still smell that powerful hypnotic perfume, it filled the whole room, more powerful now it seemed to invade my very being. I hallucinated under it’s exotic, no erotic power, thoughts of shapes and shadows flitting about the room. I tossed and turned, first one side then the other. I threw the bedclothes back, or did I?
