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To introduce me, I’m a Calcuttan studying in the first year of my schooling. It was the summer of last year. We were just promoted to class 12. Being in a morning school, we had to get up early, take public buses and travel to school. I used to be late everyday and so was this ordinary lady who hurried her two kids to school. They were in their nurseries of the same school I was in.

The lady was no extraordinary in her looks but had a figure reflecting her youth. Seems recently married, she had never escaped my eyes and appreciation when she hurried into the bus with her children and looked for available seats every morning. Remembering speeches from the classes on ethics, I happily left my seat for the little kids, and this was a daily affair.

I used to search for her everyday looking out of the window in the Rashbehari bus stand and get disappointed when the small family didn’t take the same bus. This was regular but unknown to everybody. I had a girlfriend in school, but this lady had something in her to take all my attention and expectation.

It was during the month of September. By then the lady had come to know that I often looked at her in the bus. And by that time we were known to each other in some way atleast to share a smile whenever we met. One day was different. I was looking outside the window when the bus reached Rashbehari and found them approaching near the door.

While getting up, one kid slipped out and hurt her limb. While the lady rushed back to pick her up, the bus left with the other kid inside. The woman screamed with her kid on her lap. I rushed for help and got the other kid off the bus at the next stoppage. I walked back with her and found the woman running down the road with the kid in her arms. I accompanied the lady and the kids to a clinic.

Naturally, I missed the school and to my surprise, it proved wonder when the lady took me home. While the injured kid slept, and the other one took her care, I talked to the lady for long. We talked about our background, she said her husband would return to India once every year and that her in-laws stay at a village where she would visit every month.

She also said that she was very lonely and she didn’t have good rapport with neighbors around. She also told me she had problems staying alone with two kids in a rented flat. I talked about many things, my parents, my girlfriend and my hobbies. Most importantly, we chose to become friends of each other.

I didn’t let my girlfriend know anything but I started visiting this lady on occasions, maybe a weekend, a holiday, a bandh or a working day. I was sure that my presence mitigated her loneliness. It was November when I first discussed sex with her, when she was surprised to know that I haven’t kissed my girlfriend. Her kids were at sleep and it was 7 in the evening.

I would make it fishy by quoting (as much as I remember) what we talked. I: I really don’t know how it feels to kiss. Does kissing means lip-lock? She: Yes (she smiled) I: How will it feel! (staring at her) She: You’ll know when time come I: Please…She: What?

I: Tell me how it feels She: I don’t know (she was ashamed) I: Please She: No (she was serious) I: Please She: I am not having your age. I cannot tell you. I: No one will know. Please. She: (only fear, thoughts to herself, silence) I: I have seen you in my fantasy, my dreams in many nights. I have kissed you in imagination, I have slept with you in loneliness.

Today I just want you. She: (only looked at me while I held her palms) I: I know you are lonely. I don’t want you to remember this and feel guilty forever. I just want you to feel that your husband is not around and you don’t know if he is lonely as you. She: He is not like that I: Please, no one will know. Trust me, I care for you. I love you. She: Shut up!

I: Please She: Please I took her in my arms and kissed her forehead, beside the vermillion and I whispered, “I will not humiliate the purity of your marriage. I will forget this”. She closed her eyes and whispered back, “Lights… and lock”. I went to latch the door and put off the lights and when I came back, she was lying on the bed.

I couldn’t see her in the dark, but felt her folded arms and the nighty over her body. I lied on her and kissed her rigorously on her lips, her forehead, eyes, nose and neck. She bite my ears, held my hair tight, and pressed me on herself. She said, “I don’t see you as anyone other than my husband today. Please ensure that I am cared”.

I moved my palms over her breasts while she touched me on my buttocks. I said to her, “I don’t know how to do it… Please guide me”. I found her moving her legs frantically in some pleasure and taking very audible breathes. The smell of her sweat, her arm pits, her mouth made me mad. I: Should I open? She: Don’t ask and go on, for God’s sake (she was tensed).

I took off my tee, unzipped my jeans and pulled down altogether with the frenchie. I was naked, for the first time with a woman and that was something for which I would give up everything, my parents, my love, my career. She pushed me beside and took off her nighty. I made her sit and opened her bra. While I took it off, I saw for the first time in life how female boobs looked.

And they were so soft. She: Please do it quick, I have to feed the kids (she was tensed) I: Please help me and make it quick. I made her lie again, and pulled her panty, slowly this time. She made awesome gestures and a raw smell came out from within the invisible area. I touched to feel what I had studied in my biology books and seen in porn movies.

She held my male-hardness while I got up and saw her body. I cannot pen down my feelings. I held her thighs and made them apart, she was ashamed enough to look at me. My tongue touched her vagina, I licked a salty fluid, she spread her legs apart and raised them above, folding her hips and making her asshole wide open.

My lips touched every fold of her body, while she laid imprisoned under the grip of my dominance. She was 10 years older than me. Boy, it’s awesome. Eventually she guided me into her body, my penis slipped through her opening while she moved her waist in uncontrolled thrusts.

I played with her body while I stroke her lightly, she looked at me and kissed me for the last time when we had our orgasm, which was quicker than I wanted. While she murmured, “Ummmm… aaaahhmmm”, I took her in my arms, her hair unkempt, vermillion scattered, eyes closed and mouth open.

She said, “Leave me”. We didn’t talk anything else. She switched on the lights after putting the ‘chador’ around herself. I got up, dressed myself and left her home. The next day we met, she slipped a letter silently in my hand, which read, “Thank you, I had been satisfied after so many days. That was a night I would never forget even if I wish to.

Thank you again, you will not know how it feels for a married woman to be satisfied by a young guy like you. You are a child to me and this is how you will always remain. Thank you. I’ll not meet you again, because if I do, I will love you”.

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