Chapter 14

I stripped naked within seconds and hugged him tightly. I said “Please take me right now, I cannot live without this”. Rafiq disengaged and quietly went to pick up my clothes which were strewn all across the floor.

Holding my bra for me to wear it, he said “you are making a mistake Anita. Don’t do this out of desperation”. Without listening to a word of what he said I forcibly undressed him and took his flaccid cock in my mouth.

I looked up at him and said “this time I am doing out of own free will, take me when you have the chance before I change my mind Rafiq”. We engaged in two bouts of wild sex.

This time Rafiq did not lose his hardness between the back to back bouts. Even though he entered my butt after eating my cunt I made sure I had him fuck my cunt only today.

It felt like both of us were on fire and the sex we had was the only extinguisher which could put that fire out ... when we lay resting and catching our breath, I said “don’t ever do this to me again Rafiq”.

He replied “see Anita, this is your life. You have to decide what you want to do with it”. I said “yes I have understood that very clearly now and this is what I want”.

He replied “I have to admit that I have enjoyed the best moments of my life with you only Anita. Even my wife never gave me so much satisfaction”.

I replied “yes Rafiq, same with me. You are the first man other than my husband with whom I have ever enjoyed so much”. Rafiq said “understand one thing Anita, such clandestine affairs don’t last very long no matter how much we try”.

I replied “yes I know and that is what I am worried about. I have figured I cannot live without you after all this”. He said “promise me that whenever that happens you will move on with your life without regrets or hard feelings”.

I replied “yes I promise I will try”. I began stroking his flacid cock now, I looked at him and asked “can we please do once again”? Rafiq got up and said “no Anita, I think you should go back home now”.

The tone of his voice sounded like he was really serious so I did not touch on the topic anymore. We cleaned and got dressed and I left from there. I sat in the cab heading home.

The drivers eyes lingered on my generously visible cleavage all the time. Then I thought after all IT’S MY LIFE and I have the right to do anything with it.

Especially to look and feel good for a start. I told the cabbie to take me to a mall instead. I went to a big mall which had a lot of upper market stores selling western clothes.

I browsed all the stores and then came back to a particular store which had the largest variety. A store assistant approached me while I was going thru the jeans section.

Her name was Priya, she was surely in her teens and very enthusiastic to be of help. She excitedly asked “so who are you shopping for maam”? Blood rushed to my face because of embarrassment, I was thinking how to tell her that I was here to shop for myself and that too while wearing a saree...

She quickly saw thru my discomfort and then with a confident composure said “come with me maam, let me show you what will look best on you”. I quietly followed like a pet on a leash.

With warmth overflowing in her tone, she asked “so is this your first time maam”? I nodded no. She asked “so when was the last time and what did you wear then”?

I finally found my voice and said “it was during my college days”. She leaned in and asked “was it just jeans and skirts or something more”? I said “yes, yes only jeans and skirts. Nothing more”.

She asked “so you are shopping for daily wear or a special occasions also”? I quickly replied “both”. Then she asked a direct question, she asked “so you want to give sir a surprise or just do this for yourself”?

I thought for a moment and said “well ... both ... but more importantly for myself”. She warmly replied “then you are in good hands maam. Let’s start with what you used to wear earlier” and took me to the jeans section.

She asked me my size and gave me one jeans to try out in the trial room. I saw the tag, it read “low waist”. I said “no not this one, I used to wear high waist only”.

Priya said “maam don’t get me wrong, but high waist is so old fashioned and the only women who ask for it are the ones who have a protruding bellies. You are perfectly flat. If you trust me then try this. This will look great on you maam”.

I reluctantly took it and headed towards the trial room. Priya stopped me and said “wait maam, take this top also” handing me a t-shirt which had “are you kidding” written across the chest.