Chapter 7

Characters introduced in this chapter:

The Author(me): A 27 year old single male who just got a new job after few months finding for one

Mrs Patel: The supervisor who is assigned to guide the author on the daily routine of a HR personnel

Setting for the current chapter:

Mrs Patel House: House where Mr and Mrs Patel lived. Its a double storey terrace house

Authors home: A 3 bedroom apartment where the author lives alone

I woke up earlier than usual today, finally defeated my usual alarm time. A sense of useless pride beamed through me as I shut my alarm down before it even beeped. As per my usual daily routine, I went on to take a shower and freshened myself up. I felt unusually energized and my body felt a little warmer than the usual. Nevertheless, I took those feelings as a good sign and proceeded to iron my clothes for the visitation later. With the best pair of clothes ironed and worn, I then lavishly sprayed myself with a woody aromatic perfume that I had kept for special occasions such as this. I stood in front of the mirror and began to admire and rehearsed myself so that I wont be awkward with Mr and Mrs Patel later.

Midway rehearsing, my phone rang. I hastily answered the call and it turned out to be my mom. I was a little shocked to hear that my family were planning to make a visit to my place in a few weeks time. However, as they were not really familiar with the area, the requested my help to book hotels and plan for some interesting trip. I groaned at the idea and reluctantly agreed to help them out. They seemed to be satisfied with the answer and reminded me that I wont be where I am if it weren’t for them. As unnecessary as it sounded, I groaned further and ended the call.

I drove to a nearby grocery store and got me some fruits as a souvenir for Mrs Patel. With the directions that had been given to me, I did my best to navigate to Mrs Patel’s house. There were a few times where I stopped by the roadside to ask pedestrians the way to her house. After several wrong turns and U-turns, I finally managed to reach Mrs Patel’s house. Its a corner lot, double storey terrace house with a swimming pool on the side. The house was beautifully decorated with outdoor plants with neatly trimmed grass and water fountains along the plains. I admired the beauty of the house as I rang the bell on the entrance gate.

The gate slid open automatically, allowing me to access into the house compound. The door creaked opened and Mrs Patel stepped out to greet me. She looked stunning with the dress she wore this time, which I assumed a traditional attire for her. If memory served me right, she was wearing a Lehenga Choli with a yellow shrug draped around her. The dress top was a silky V-neck top which covered just enough of her chest and exposed her cleavage as well as her midriff. As she walked towards me, I could see her cleavage gently jiggling and bouncing from within the top. Her Lehenga skirt had a slit cut from the bottom to her hips, exposing her inner thighs as she walked over.

She gave me a tight hug and kissed on my cheek as we met midway on the compound. Her breasts squished on my chest which in turn, aroused me. At this moment, I popped a boner in my pants from the simple act of a hug. I realized that I was getting boner way faster than I used to as I handed over the fruit I bought earlier to Mrs Patel.

“Awwww, you dont have to! You are so sweet,” Mrs Patel exclaimed while examining the bag of fruits I bought. She invited me in for lunch and escorted me to the dining room. I was awed by how beautiful her house was and how spacious every living space was. Her dining room had a huge wooden oak table with flower carvings on it with matching oak chairs to go with the table. I praised on the beauty of the items in her house with an air of awe and amazement.

“Of course my dear, I choose the best items and accommodation for me. That includes you,” she answered as she cheekily winked and giggled. I flustered at her statement, my face flushed in red. She gestured at me to have a sit while she went and prepare the lunch. As I sat waiting, I wondered if I am ever going to meet Mr Patel. There was no sign of other people in the house other than Mrs Patel.

After a few minutes passed by, Mrs Patel began to bring out the dishes from the kitchen. She brought out a big bowl of Biryani rice and some chicken curry with pickled salad as the sides for the dish. She served me the delicious looking dishes and invited for seconds if I wanted to. She then sat beside me and served some of the food for herself as well. As we ate our lunch, she explained about the dishes that she cooked. Needless to say, I felt like I was in a culinary lecture on Indian food and culture.

“Wow, Mrs Patel, I never tried these dishes before! Its certainly unique compared to what I ate daily,” I remarked as I slightly laughed at the thought of me eating fast food almost everytime I had a chance.

“I am glad that you liked the dish. Shall we proceed to the dessert? I have better dishes for you to taste,” She remarked. I nodded in excitement, wondering what would be the next dish. So far the lunch had gone excellently and I felt comfortable in the company of Mrs Patel. She cleared off the table to make way for dessert. She disappeared into the kitchen and after a few minutes, she re-appeared again. She was holding a box of ice cream on one of her hands and honey on the other.

“Is she going to mix ice cream with honey?’ I wondered to myself as she placed both of the dessert items on the table. Mrs Patel could sense my confusion and curiosity and addressed them immediately. She sat on the table, placed her feet on my groin, gently rubbing on my semi erect dick in my pants.

“Looks like someone else wanted to join for the dessert,” she whispered seductively into my ears. Hearing those words made my dick really hard and my mind into dirty thoughts. I felt my dick struggled and suffocated within my boxer shorts in my pants. She unzipped my pants and pulled down my boxers, my dick instantly popped up ready in front of her.

“Wow, this is the dessert I was hoping for. A long, hard lollipop with cream fillings. I like some additional flavors tho,” She opened the bottle of honey and began drizzling quite some amount of the honey on my dick. My dick twitched in pleasure as the honey dripped from the tip down the rod and to the balls and then my thighs.

“There you go, honey flavored lollipop, presented just the way I liked,” She crawled under the table and placed herself in between my thighs. She held my thighs apart and started to lick the honey off as it drizzled down. Her tongue caressed my thighs, I felt ticklish as she went on slurping and cleaning the honey spread on my groin. She then proceeded to lap up my balls. I could feel her gently tugging and washing my balls with her soft warm tongue. All the while my dick was beginning to pre-cum in excitement. The mixture of the pre-cum and honey drizzled down my rod.