She was so close

I could literally smell her fragrance

Distracting me from my course of hospitality

She was my boss wife

Sensuous and regal

She carried an aura of rawness

The diaphanous layer of her saree

Ignited my senses

As we were introduced by my boss

The attraction was instant

Eyes flirted more than words could be said

I offered her a glass of champagne

We raised a toast

Amongst the clinking of glasses

The chorus of cheers

None noticed when she deliberately spilled it on my trousers

Come, she grabbed my hand

And ushered me towards the washroom

Inside the cubicle, I perched her on the washbasin

As she sat precariously holding on to my shoulders

I lifted her saree and penetrated

No foreplay

No moaning or groaning

Just our eyes made sex.

©LR