Take some flowers sirji, her syrupy voice

Brought me back to reality

I was lost in my train of thoughts

I looked at her and was dumbstruck

She was soaked to the skin

Her meager saree displayed the magnificence of her voluptuous sensuality

Her nipples pointed at the hidden tales pulsing to be explored

The fullness of her curves accentuated by nature's shower

The sight of her was sumptuously unsettling

She the last thing I wanted to be distracted that very moment

As I had been waiting in the rain for a cab to leave for home

Quivering, she waited for an answer

I have these many flowers left, please buy these for your wife, she coyly said

But my answers were written in my unchaste eyes

Rivulets of sweat I could feel forming on my forehead

Inspite of the torrential rain

I stared at her unable to respond

My heart craving for her luxuriant flesh

My eyes slipped to her pendulous breasts

They were an invitation in itself

She smiled

She knew her spell

Sirji, if you want the nectar with the flower, I can offer you both, she said teasingly

Follow me

And I followed her, in the blinding rain

Blinded by my hedonist rage

We went to dilapidated hut near by

I ripped off the delicate layer of modesty

And latched on to her breasts

She tasted of milk

I devoured her frothing assets

Till I was satiated

The rain had diminished

I gave her some cash which she refused

I lost my baby recently, she blankly said

My breasts get hard

You released my maternal ache

Thank you

Take these flowers for madam ji from my side

Handing me some virgin flowers, she left.

©LR