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The Story of Raj Ch. 01

By: 8inchesofsalaami



There are bad days, and there are bloody bad days. Sita was having a bloody bad one.

She seemed to have gotten up on the wrong side of the bed this morning. Or was it last night? Her kids were sick. She had been up all night looking after them. Her husband didn't care. He snored away blissfully as she struggled to keep the linen dry. Her rage towards her husband steadily rose until the bubble burst and they got into a huge squabble in the morning.

And this was probably the biggest day of her life. She was about to be promoted to Group Head, Inter-Company Affairs. Like only women can, she discharged all her domestic duties and got to office by her usual time.

Everything was in slow motion. Her head hurt. Lack of sleep always did that. She had popped in a couple of pills. They were starting to work though not nearly as fast as she would like them to. As if her hands were not full enough, there was some crisis in one of the companies in Europe that chose to break out today.

By the time she solved the crisis and looked up at the clock, it was almost 5 o'clock. She freshened up quickly for her small promotion ceremony. She did all the right things -- smile, shake hands, convey gratitude, etc. -- and moved into her new office. She sat down at her new desk, trying to get used to the place when she was finally left alone. Sleep overcame her almost instantly.

At 34 Sita was a mother of two, not that you could tell that from the way she looked. At about 5'6", she was tall for an Indian woman. She was endowed with a flawless ivory skin, and soft and pink lips that are any man's dream. Her black hair was cut a little below her shoulders which she usually left open. Post delivery, she had quickly gotten back into shape but had managed to retain some of that weight in the right places. Her bust line was now very prominent, and her derriere had filled out to just the right size.

Raj was on his way out when he saw the light spilling out of Sita's cabin. He popped in and saw her face down on her desk fast asleep. For the first time, she appeared vulnerable. She was a far cry from the Sita who could kick a crisis in its face and move on as if she had simply swatted a fly.

Sita and Raj and become good friends. He was a new hire and she had taken him under her wings. She was too far up the hierarchy to have any obligation to mentor a fresh recruit. But she had seen something in this guy. He was unlike the hundreds who waltzed in through the door of her office. With her guidance, she had a feeling he could rise to the top very quickly.

Sita maintained a curtain of formality with him. She never invited him home, and all their discussions took place in her office. She kept her personal life at bay. Yet, at this moment, watching her sleep like a baby he somehow connected with her very personally.

He tried to wake her up. She did not respond to his calls. She was quite deep in her sleep. Not knowing what else to do, he decided to wait in her office until she woke up.

Around 2 in the morning, she got up with a start. Her usually well-set hair was dishevelled. Her clothes were wrinkled, eyes groggy.

"Morning Madam!" he greeted her with a smile.

It took her a while to clear the cobwebs in her head, "Raj, what are you doing here? I thought you were the only sane one among us who left office at 6 every day."

"Ah well, I was on my way out. I saw your light still on. What's a man to do? Can't leave a lady alone." he winked.

"Thank you" she was genuinely touched. It was more than anyone had done for her in a long time. Then she suddenly exclaimed, "Oh no! My kids must be hungry!"

He waved his hand, "I took the liberty of calling your nanny, Madam. Your kids have had dinner and are tucked in bed. They are in much better health today."

She sank back into her chair in relief, "Thank you."

She did not have to say that. He could see the gratitude in her eyes. Slowly she got up and went to her private restroom. She came back looking fresh and radiant. He was not fooled. Her eyes told him everything. This woman had a lot on her plate.

"I guess we should go home now." she said, "It's late, and we have the 9 o'clock meeting tomorrow with the investors."

"No, we don't. They cancelled. Some last minute audit or something that they have at their office. They want to reschedule it next week."

She looked at him quizzically. She knew he had made that cock and bull story. She didn't give a damn. It would do her good to take the day off tomorrow. And Raj was capable enough by now to have the meeting without her.

"Oh well. That means I can sleep in tomorrow." she said, "Let's go!"

He hesitated a bit. He always hesitated a bit when he was about to say something which he felt would cross the line. She respected him for this. There were not many people these days who followed protocol. It was nice to have a traditionalist around.

"Go, on!" she said, "What do you want to say?"

"I am starved. So are you. How about I make us some dinner, Madam?" he asked.

"Okay Raj, I think it is time you stopped calling me 'Madam'. Don't make me feel older than I already am." she beamed.

"But..." he stammered.

"Consider it a bribe. Then you can make me dinner." she said.

"Okay Sita, let's go!"

They were at his place in about 10 minutes. It was a one bedroom apartment with a fairly large living area and a kitchen. The apartment was done up tastefully.

Dinner was a quick bite of pasta. It was delicious. Or may be she was famished. This was the best food ever.

Then suddenly, tears welled up in her eyes. She couldn't stop. All her problems -- domestic and otherwise -- finally caught up with her.

Any other time, he would have felt awkward. He wouldn't know how to react. But he almost knew that this would happen. He reached out to her and she instantly came into his arms. She rested her head on his shoulders and cried. She cried as if this was the most natural thing to do. He stroked his fingers through her hair, comforting her, not saying a word.

Her tears rolled down her cheek and onto his starched white shirt. He let her cry until she had no more tears left. He made her a stiff drink as they sat on his couch in silence.

After an eternity she spoke, "You know, things have not been that great with my husband. We are having problems. I am sure we will work them out but it is all so frustrating. He has lost all interest in me. He does not even help me around the house anymore. He is not like this. But he wouldn't tell me what is wrong. I want to help. He doesn't want to ask for my help. I know he is not having an affair. He is not unfaithful. May be it is something at his work. But why wouldn't he tell me? It is eating me inside."

She took a gulp of her drink, "May be it is me. May be I am not attractive anymore. I am a mother of two kids. And in his line of work, he comes across many 20-somethings. He has been ignoring me for weeks now. Why? I am his wife. He cannot shut me out like this!"

Raj didn't say anything. She kept on talking. She just needed someone to listen to her. She was strung. This was helping her unwind.

"Do all marriages become like this? More so after kids?" she fumed, "Where does all the love go?"

What did Raj know? He was 26, single. Had never been in a relationship longer than necessary, which in guy-speak means 'to be in a relationship only as long as the sex is good'. Tonight, as Sita poured his heart out to him, he wondered if marriage was all that it was made out to be in fairy tales.

Then something gave. He did not know what came over him, but her vulnerability stirred him. He moved close to her and planted a soft kiss on her mouth. There was no resistance. Her lips opened instantly, their tongues engaging in soft caresses. Her eyes were closed, her breath shallow.

His tongue traced a path down her neck, his fingers unbuttoning her blue blouse. Reaching behind her, he unclasped her blue lace bra. She let out a moan as he moved lower down to her belly button. Soon her khaki skirt and matching lace underwear were off. 

Raj had been with his share of women. But Sita would be the closest that came to a Goddess. Her velvety thighs and supple breasts would inspire the great sculptors of yore. He carried her to the bedroom. She held him close, not wishing to let go for even a moment.

Their naked bodies fused as one. It was the mating of souls. It was as if they had always done this. And that they had never done this but should have done it a long time ago. Spent, they slept in each other's arms.

Sita woke up with a start the following morning. The bedside clock told her it was noon. When she had her bearings, she looked around. Raj was nowhere to be seen. Had last night been a dream? It couldn't be. She was in his bed, and the other side had been slept in. As memory of last night returned, strangely it did not fill her with guilt or remorse. It was the most beautiful moment that she had ever shared with anyone.

Her eyes fell on the note under the clock.

She read it, "Hey, sleepy head... I am at work. Guess what, those investors called. It appears they want to have the meeting as scheduled. These pesky finance geeks! Anyway, there is breakfast in the microwave, and juice in the fridge. In your purse, there is a receipt of The Palace Hotel for a room booked in your name charged on your credit card for last night..."

"How did he pull that off?" she wondered. Getting The Palace to book a room retrospectively? She had to hand it to him. He had thought of everything. All she now had to do was tell her husband that she checked into a hotel because she wanted to get some peace and quiet.

With a silent thank you she continued reading the letter, "... What we shared was wonderful. And, since this letter won't self-destruct, may I suggest you flush it down the toilet :)? PS: Madam, the boss wants to discuss the expansion plans in Brazil. I have set a meeting for 4pm. If you could get to office by 3:30 then I could brief you on the investor meeting before we meet the boss."

She couldn't help let out a chuckle. Very professionally, towards the end of his letter, he had re-established the formal status quo between them.

The Story of Raj Ch. 02



Sita walked into her office around 3. Many moons had passed since she felt this good on a Friday. Actually, many moons had passed since she felt this good. Period.

She had put on white trousers that accentuated her curvaceous 38 inches behind. They fit her like a second skin, hugging the contours of her round ass with no hint of a panty line. Her white cotton top was barely long enough to cover her mid-riff. An extra button left undone showed a little more cleavage than she normally would. The blouse barely managed to restrain her ample breasts. Her shoulder-length hair was open. She had a song on her lips and a spring in her step. The world appeared absolutely wonderful this afternoon.

Sita knew there would be tons of emails awaiting her attention. Any other day she would have logged in the moment she sat at her desk. Heck, any other day she would not have come to work at 3 either. Today, the emails could wait. She wanted to relive last night over and over again.

She couldn't remember how it started. She could recall her talking on and on about her problems. Raj was a brilliant listener. She had poured her heart out to him when suddenly she was in his arms and they were kissing. Oh, it was wrong. She was married. She had two kids. He was 10 years younger. He was her subordinate at work. But oh, it felt so right!

His lips were soft, his tongue passionate. He ran his fingers through her hair as he kissed her. He held her face in his arms as he kissed her. He caressed her buttocks as he kissed her. He cupped her breasts as he kissed her. God, he could do so many things while he kissed her!

Sita felt her nipples harden as recollections of last night flashed through her mind. She leaned back in her chair, her legs slightly parted, her eyes closed.

Raj had taken her top and bra off. She was in his lap. They were kissing topless. She loved every movement of his hands on her smooth back. He was slowly working up the intensity, kissing her neck and shoulders with a feverish desire. His mouth closed on her left nipple. His fingers moved in slow circles over her right nipple.

She had not been made love to this way in a very long time. Her breath was shallow. Her heart beat faster. His dual play on her breasts was bringing her close to an orgasm. This was new territory to her. She never thought an orgasm was possible by breast play alone. She stopped thinking. She let go. His tongue expertly switched from one breast to another. His hands cupped those soft luscious globules heightening her pleasure. He built it up to a crescendo when finally the dam burst and she collapsed on him. Motionless she lay for a few minutes, recovering from the intensity of the orgasm that had ripped through her body.

"Mam, are you okay?"

She was jolted back into reality. Her secretary had suddenly appeared in her cabin. Sita's face was flushed.

"Yes, I am fine! What made you think something was wrong?" she asked.

"Umm, I heard a muffled scream from your cabin. So I came in to check" the hapless secretary answered.

"Obviously, you are mistaken. I have been here all this while and I heard nothing."

Sita was not exactly sure if her secretary was convinced. But she shrugged and left her cabin.

Phew, did she actually orgasm just thinking about last night? This was an absolute first. There were beads of perspiration in the valley between her succulent breasts. She put her hand inside her pants. God, her pussy was soaked! A fine day to wear white pants, she thought.

Thankfully, it was almost 3:30 which meant Raj would be in shortly to brief her on the goings on of the day before the meeting with the big boss. She went into her private restroom and splashed cold water on her face. She toyed with the idea of putting on a darker pair of trousers. Not today. She felt like a teenager, feeling that youthful sexy naughtiness which had deserted her for years.

Like clockwork, Raj walked in. He was always on time. There was a standing joke in the office that the 9 o'clock news could be delayed but Raj wouldn't be.

They exchanged pleasantries and got down to business. As usual, he was to the point - neither saying too little nor saying too much. But Sita was not into it. She could not shake last night off. Sitting across Raj she was a little annoyed that he could be so business-like with her. Did last night mean nothing to him? He could have at least mentioned something. May be a remark about how she looked. All he spoke about was business. It was frustrating.

"Mam, it is almost 4. We should head to his office." Raj said.

Mechanically, she obeyed.

The meeting started off well. Raj was good. She hardly had to speak, which was just as well. She was in no frame of mind to do this meeting. Her mind kept wandering back to last night.

Raj was carrying her into the bedroom. Her pants were off, her white creamy thighs reflecting the moonlight. Raj sucked on her big toe while he pulled her panties down. Her pussy was not as well trimmed as she would have wanted it to be. If Raj was disappointed, he did not let it show.

His tongue traced a path from her feet up toward her thighs and finally settled in her love nest. His tongue flicked over her clitoris. The foreplay had warmed her well. Going down on her pushed her over the edge. She had already been over the edge a couple of times tonight. This one almost blanked her out.

He snuggled in naked next to her, his hardness pressing against the crack of her ass. She wiggled, pushing her ass further into him. Taking that as a signal to go further, he slipped a condom on and slid into her easily. She was dripping wet.

Sita let out a moan as her insides stretched to accommodate Raj. She hadn't had a man in her for an eternity. Raj began moving in and out of her. They were on their sides, Raj making love to her from behind. This way he could feel her breasts or rub her clitoris while he fucked her brains out.

He was an expert lover. Either he had been with many women or he had been with one woman who had taught him well. At this point, Sita did not care. Raj's hard manhood was engulfed inside her, giving her the pleasures she had all but forgotten. For a 26 year old, he had tremendous staying power. Heck, no! For a man, he had tremendous staying power.

Sita had never strayed. Sure she had had her fair share of men before marriage. But since then she was a one-man woman. Her husband was a good lover. He gave her orgasms most times they had sex. Strangely, though, Raj and her making love did not feel weird.

Raj was on top of her, her hips moving in rhythm with his thrusts. She had wrapped her long legs around him, pulling him in deeper. She could feel him hit the walls of her womb every now and then. Her orgasm was building. Raj sensed it. His tongue darted into her mouth as they locked in a passionate kiss. He increased the pace. She was close. He was close.

He felt her body spasm. At the exact moment, he withdrew. The sudden withdrawal sent another orgasmic shudder through her. In a flash, he took the condom off and ejaculated all over her flat stomach. Some of the drops landed as far as her breasts.

She closed her eyes, drifting peacefully into post-orgasmic sleep. Sita was in heaven...

"Ahem!" the big boss gave her a quizzical look.

Sita had gone down memory lane again. Her legs were open as her breath came in shallow spurts. One look at her and Raj knew she was having an orgasm. For once, Raj was clueless. He could not think of a way to salvage this situation. The meeting had gone off well. Until now.

They waited for Sita to come to. Sita realised almost instantly that a repeat of the earlier incident had occurred. She did not know what to say. There was an awkward silence for a long time. Eventually, the big boss spoke.

"Looks like you have had a tough week, Sita. Why don't we stop here and take this up on Monday?"

Sita could have kissed the man. No other boss would give this much latitude.

The big boss asked Raj to stay back for a word. When they were alone, he spoke.

"Raj, don't bullshit me because I already know. There is a reason I am where I am. Information gets to me before it gets to anyone else. I know Sita went home with you last night. I know she left your place after noon. What's going on? Should I be worried?"

Raj cleared his throat and kept his voice level, "Sir, what happened last night was a one-off occurrence. It was a result of the circumstances. As far as her husband is concerned, all bases are covered. He does not know. If you look the other way, there is no reason to worry about a scandal breaking."

"Okay. But let me not catch you balling my best people next time. I don't want working relationships to get screwed over one-night stands."

Raj nodded and left.

Sita was waiting for him when he entered her office. She opened her mouth to speak. He cut her off.

"Mam, I know what's going through your mind. But do you really think there is any more to what happenned last night? It will destroy our careers. More than that, it will destroy your family. We were two people brought together by circumstances. Let's leave it there and cherish the moment for the rest of our lives."

He was gone before she could respond. Sita was furious at him. She lit a cigarette and started pacing up and down her office. In a few minutes when she had regained her faculties of logic, she realised he was right.

When Sita got home she was pleasantly surprised by the change in her husband. One night away from her had made him see that all was not well in their marriage. He was making a genuine effort to work things out between them. Sita decided she had to work with him to save their marriage.



The Story of Raj Ch. 03



It was past 7 when Raj wrapped up for the weekend. He was almost a leg out of the office building when he remembered something which should be brought to the notice of Mr. Kumar, the big boss. Cursing under his breath, he ran up the four flights of stairs to Mr. Kumar's cabin.

He always took the stairs. He figured that it was a good way to stay in shape since he was not a gym person. It seemed to work too. Though not muscularly built, there was not an extra ounce of fat on his lithe body. He especially prided his tight derriere. A fine specimen that was. Many a woman, and more than his fair shaire of men as well, had been unable to resist copping a feel of those perfect buns. He quite liked the attention.

This late in the day the office was a ghost town. As he made his way through the empty hallways, Raj could not help but look forward to an evening of rest and much needed relaxation. The last 48 hours had been a whiz. He found his thoughts drifting towards that night with Sita, her fragrance intoxicating him as their bodies intertwined in a passionate frenzy. He could taste the sweat on her pink nipples, feel her hot breath on his face. Her wrapped around his waist held him in a vice-like grip, her sex milking him dry. She was all woman.

He shook the thoughts off. He had a couple of minutes of business to attend to. Mr. Kumar's secretary greeted him in his outer office. She was a nice woman, Cheryl. Big, buxom. Her blouses always filled out the right way.

"Is the boss in?" Raj enquired.

"Yes. Go right in. I was just about to leave. So you won't see me on your way out. Have a great weekend!" and with that she picked up her handbag and jaunted out, shaking her butt in ample measure for his viewing pleasure.

This was odd, he thought. In all his time at the company, he had never seen Mr. Kumar's door closed. He was one of those new breed of managers who believed in open-door policies. Perhaps it was closed my mistake by a rookie who did not know better. He thought no further of it and walked in. He should have knocked.

Mr. Kumar was your typical average Indian male on the wrong side of 50. He had a beer belly, courtesy of fine whiskey. He was less than 5 and a half feet tall, and about half as much round. He had very fair skin, the kind one gets by not having to get out in the sun for 20 years or more.

For some reason which Raj could never put his finger on, everyone in the organisation revered him. They latched on to his every word as if he was Moses himself. He cracked silly jokes, which everyone found supremely funny. And he was obsessed with penis size. Every second joke or remark or quip from him had phallic references. Being as high up the ladder that he was, he could get away with utterances that would otherwise have been most inappropriate.

He was usually quite badly dressed. For a man whose trousers probably cost more than Raj's salary, this was bizzare. His clothes never fit him well. On occasions, Raj had almost advised him to change his tailor. Raj would have done anything to get the man to drop those trousers!

And dropped them today he had. Raj never imagined his wish would literally come true. A sight it was! Mr. Kumar leant against the window ledge, his trousers down to his ankles, his penis in his hands, eyes closed. He was most certainly fantasising of Sita while he masturbated. His hands moved up and down furiously. Had he been uncut, surely such rapid movement would have scraped his penis.

Despite himself, Raj let out a silent laugh. He was quick on his feet. Took out his cellphone and clicked a few pictures. They would surely come in handy someday. Then his eyes fixed on his penis. He was quite small. Large enough to please a woman if he knew what he had to do but small for all other reasons. Raj finally understood the man's fixation with penis size. It was his inferiority masquerading as superiority. Raj's smile broadened into a grin.

It was less than two minutes when Raj heard him let out a gutteral moan. His cock spluttered and shot out a few drops of semen, some of it almost landing as far as Raj's shoes.

Finally, Mr. Kumar opened his eyes. To his credit, he did not flinch. It was as if this was not the first time he was caught with his pants down. He zipped up non-chalantly.

"Yes, what brings you here?" he asked.

Raj played along. If Mr. Kumar wanted to pretend nothing happened, then Raj could too. For now at least.

"The Brazillian contracts. We hear the government might go with the other fellows. I thought you shoud get a heads up." Raj said.

Mr. Kumar's burrows furrowed. This was an important contract. He had bid big. It was either going to make or break the company.

"Why don't you sit down and tell me everything you know?"

Raj started at the beginning. Mr. Kumar listened intently. He even asked him to share his views on the matter. Mr. Kumar was not known to do that with rookies. It was his way of welcoming someone into the big league. Raj did not know what gave him that privilege. He was too young. Was it a bribe to keep things quite? Or did Mr. Kumar reward him for his ability? He did not know. And frankly, did not care.

"Tell you what" Mr. Kumar said when they finished the discussion "why don't you come over to my place around midnight? I have a small party. We could discuss this further."

Raj knew Mr. Kumar well enough to spot a bribe when he saw one. Small parties at his place only meant the top brass was invited. For a newbie, this was the chance of a lifetime. Of course he said yes.

It was almost 8 when he got home. Four hours to the party. He took his clothes off and hit the sack. He wanted to be fresh and at his intellectual best.

He dressed in casual black slacks and a dark blue button-down. Like clock-work, he joined the party at midnight.

He was overwhelmed. This was his first high class party. It was a small gathering. About 10 people, all of them people who matter. He could not take his eyes off the women. They were all class – dames in evening wear that clung to their bodies like a second skin. Good thing he left his shirt tails hanging out.

"Welcome, Raj" Mr. Kumar greeted. He went on to introduce him to his guests. No one had ever seen Mr. Kumar do that. For this moment on, Raj was his prodigy. He was making everyone else knew that.

He met the chairman and his wife, the MD and his wife, the VP and his wife and another couple he had never seen before. All the wives were ravishing. He almost drooled over on particular wife.

She had caught his eye the moment he walked in. Sitting atop the bar stool, her perfect ass called out to him. Her evening gown was backless, the back so low that it showed the top of her butt-crack. She was a dark-skinned Indian woman, about 30 with long black thick hair. Her body seemed the work of the finest sculptor, her cleavage deep and inviting, her breasts full and supple. And what a smile! When she smiled, she became the only person in the room. Her radiance reflected off the walls. Her even straight white teeth drawing you. He never got her name. She was the other half of that couple he had never seen before.

As the evening wore off, Raj started becoming his normal self. His composure started to return. He was no longer over-awed by the occasion. He started noticing things. And one thing he did notice was the MD's wife checking him out. She was a woman in her 40s, plump with large tits and a big ass. She dressed like a woman in her 20s which meant most of her tits and ass were out on display. She still retained traces of her youthful beauty. Raj knew that bedding her was easy. He did not wish to bed her, though. His thoughts were still on that woman at the bar.

He tried to think of ways to get her. He drew a blank. After he had spent what was a reasonable span of time for a rookie to spend at such parties, he had no choice but to bid goodbyes.

"Hold on!" someone called after him as he opened the door to his car "I was wondering if you could give me a ride? My husband is still in there but I am bored to bits."

Holy smoke! It was the woman he was lusting after. There was a God, and She was being very good to him lately.

"Sure, hop in!" he managed to say.

When they hit the road, she asked "Do you even know where I live?"

"No." he said "Does it matter?

"I like you, Raj. You dispense with the pretences and go straight after what you want. I knew it the moment you set your eyes on my ass."

"I knew you knew. But tell me something. What does a woman like you want to do with a man like me?" Raj questioned.

"You said it yourself, Raj. And self-fulfilling though it was, you got it spot on. A woman needs a man. Not some excuse in man's clothing. Once in a while, we just want to let our hair down and get on with it."

Raj understood. She was in love with her husband. There was no doubt over it. But she was a woman. And hell, there was no doubt over that! In the bright beam of the on-coming car he heard her hard breathing, her breasts moving with every intake and outtake of the air she breathed. Her legs had parted. The slit of her gown ran all the way up to her crotch. In the darkness he could still make out the moistness between her legs. She wasn't wearing any panties tonight.

Raj did not ask her her name. There was no point in such petty contrivances. If she wanted him to know who she was then she would have told him. The rest of the car ride was spent in silence.

He pulled into his driveway. They were like teenagers on their first night together, literally running up the stairs to his first floor apartment. He had just about managed to lock the door when she melted into his arms, her head resting against his chest, her arms wrapped around his neck. He could feel the heat of her loins flowing into his. Her breathing was erratic. Beads of perspiration appeared on the valley between her breasts. Those magnificent globules!

He held her head in his hands and drew her mouth to his. Her breath was fresh, despite the late hour in the day. Their tongues fought each other vying for the right to explore the deepest caverns of the other's mouth. She closed her arms around him tighter, squeezing him hard enough to make it an effort for him to breathe.

He unzipped her dress. She let it fall to the floor and stepped out of it. They did not stop kissing for one second. She pressed her naked body against him, her smooth dark skin rubbing against the fine cotton fabric of his shirt. He put his hands under her bottoms and lifted her straight off he floor. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and her arms around her neck as they went to the bedroom.

Her buns were smooth, and they were hard. She worked out. Every muscle in her body was toned. He threw her on the bed. He never undressed faster. He was hard, hard has rock. His heightened state of arousal pleased her. She opened her legs, welcoming him. He lay himself on top of her.

Further foreplay was irrelevant. He touched her pubes. She was dripping wet. She was also freshly shaven. Raj had respect for women who did that. It showed they cared for the man.

Without further ado he mounted her, shoving all of himself into her in one thrust. She let out a yelp, pain or pleasure he could not tell. Her insides engulfed him like a sheath engulfs a sword. He waited a while to get used to her tightness. He had to take it slow. He was too far gone.

Their union began slow. With every movement of his hips her moans grew louder. He placed soft kisses on her neck and shoulders. His hands cupped her beautiful breasts, her dark nipples standing erect like little black phalluses. Her nails dug into his back, scratching him, almost branding him with her marks of passion. It was almost as if she owned him tonight, and she was writing a message for any other woman he would be with in the near future.

The pain of her nails mixed with the pleasure of his impending orgasm. He went at her like a runaway train, ramming into her like a man possessed. She met every thrust of his by moving her hips further into him. Suddenly he saw her eyeballs roll to he back of her sockets. Her toes curled as a blood-curling scream escaped her throat. She almost yanked his penis clean off as her nether lips tightened further, her orgasm ripping across her body, lighting his fire in the process. He came bucketfuls. She came like the flood. They collapsed, their naked bodies in a sweaty heap.

The first rays of the sun woke him. Her side of the bed was empty. He smiled. He was not used to having women leave him before day-break. Providence was finally catching up with him. Or so he thought. He heard a clank in the kitchen.

He noticed her dress still lying in the living room in the same spot where he had slipped it off her. She was in the kitchen, fixing up sausages and eggs for breakfast. She ought to be the hottest cook ever. He had never come across a woman who cooked without a shred of clothing on her. In the daylight he could finally appreciate the wonder that was her body.

He went behind her, strategically placing his semi-hard member in the the crack of her luscious behind. She wriggled closer to him. Cupping her handful breasts he pulled and kissed her on her nape.

"Good morning!" she smiled her radiant smile, flashing her pearly whites. He loved a woman who took care of her teeth. She gave him 32 reasons to love her even more.

"Morning!" he greeted back "I am famished!"

She set the table and they ate in silence, naked. This woman could eat. Another quality he admired. He was never a fan of those anorexic wannabes. He liked meat on the bones.

After they had cleared the table and washed the dishes she spoke, "I have called for my car. Thank you."

Nothing more had to be said. In that 'thank you' she had summed up how much the night had meaning for them both. He nodded. She got into her dress, and closed the door behind her. Raj hit the sack for some much needed sleep. The night had all but drained him.