Hi, this is Chithra. I am happily married for long enough that I couldn't care to remember. We live in a quiet suburb in a pleasant setting. I am in mid thirties, and although I wouldn't accept it readily, I am still attractive enough to turn heads as I walked on the street, of which I am secretly proud of. I am a bit on the curvy side, and quite tall for an average Indian woman at 5 ft 6". With a figure of 36C 30 37, my shapely posterior usually stands out when I walk, which my husband is very fond of and liberally lets his fingers play at the first given chance. I usually dress up in sarees and avoid the dresses that hug my body.
I get a plenty of free time during the day as my husband and son disappear. Life was a drab during the afternoon hours until last month. With the arrival of my new neighbour, things took a turn from the usual monotony. He was a decent and smart looking guy about the same age as Ravi, my husband. What interested me was the kind of visitors he got during the mid afternoon periods during the first week of his stay. . Girls that looked like dolls visited him twice during the last week. Oddly, they were dressed in a similar looking shirt and a skirt. Naturally, my girlish curiosity was propelling me to know more. When I mentioned about this to Ravi, he said, 'Gosh I missed that. Perhaps I should take leave tomorrow to see those beauties'.
Before I could raise my arms to punch him, he hugged me and turned me around, pressing his face close to my neck and breathed heavily. His hands circled held my curvy hip. His left hand was sprawling along the fold at my hip as his right hand advanced to lower my saree waistline swiftly, exposing my navel 'I am sure none of those hotties are as interesting as you are when it comes to this department' and fingered my deep navel playfully. I held his hands with mine tighter and jerked in response to his playful fingers. He moved his other hand from my hip free hand on my face along my cheek and across my lips. I closed my eyes and parted my lips to lick his finger as he eagerly licked my earlobes, instantly turning me on. His finger continued to play with my navel, each and every bit of touch there still excited me after all these years of marriage and even more so, Ravi treasures my reactions. He is especially proud of my creamy waist devoid of any stretch marks after our child birth. I am quite proud of it too and would love to flaunt more of it, but avoid it usually for the very reason that I am overly sensitive to even the cool breeze brushing my bare midriff. I am always careful to not expose much of my midriff, to Ravi's disappointment. Anyway, a loud advert in the TV brought us back to reality and I peeled myself off from Ravi as our son who is 8 might be home any minute now, after his play session with his friends.
As days passed I became more curious about my new neighbour, as I saw one of the girls paid another visit to his place. Its none of my business, but still. One afternoon as I was just about to take a nap, I heard a knock on the door. I opened with a sleepy face, only to find that my new neighbour's smiley face greet me. I nearly jumped off my feet. 'yes?' I said.
'Hello madam. I am Anil.' He introduced himself politely and extended his hand casually. I actually went back a step and nodded slightly. He laughed aloud and continued. 'I am new to this area as you may have noticed. My wife and son will join me next month. I just got transferred to this town. I need some help with setting up the school and other arrangements for my son. I noticed that your son is about the same age as mine, hence I came here to ask for help.'
He spoke very pleasantly. I liked the way he came straight to the topic. I smiled at him for the first time. 'Please come in, have a seat', I showed him the couch. As he came in, I noticed that he is a lot taller and fitter than Ravi. His T-Shirt showed more of his muscles than its intended purpose of hiding. No doubt, the beautiful girls visit him, I thought, then immediately wondered 'why am I jealous?' As we sat, he continued 'I need some recommendations from you regarding the schools. Sorry If I have disturbed your afternoon nap. You must have been exhausted after your busy day, my apologies again.' I warmed up to him. 'no no, not at all. That's ok. It's a pleasure I could be of help.', and proceeded to give him the details. He was a good listener and didn't interrupt me as I spoke, looked straight at my face and no where else. It gave me the feeling that he is a proper gentleman. I felt at ease in his presence, for I am usually very reserved when I meet new people. His easy going nature must have been it. He was asking various questions about the neighbourhood and was telling about his wife and son and even before I realised, I got deeply engaged in the conversation with him.
In the middle of our conversation he said quite abruptly, 'I like the coffee without sugar.' I laughed, taking the hint, and stood up and made my way to the kitchen. As I walked I was wondering to myself if he would be staring at my backside too, just like Ravi and most men. Ravi is a connoisseur in appreciating the female posterior with a gaping mouth. Much to my irritation he appraises not just me, but every female life from under the sun. As I prepared his coffee, I brushed the thought aside as Mr. Anil seems to not be of that kind. In fact, in all the time we spoke, he didn't let his gaze astray on any part of my body other than my face. This would be an impossible feat to achieve for Ravi! Even now he was deeply buried in a magazine as I turned to take a glance at him. Appreciating his good manners, smiling to myself I raised my arms and leaned forward to pick up the sugar from the cupboard over my head. What I didn't realise was, at that precise moment, a pair of eyes shifted from the magazine to quickly but hungrily scan my partly exposed blouse clad left breast and the smooth creamy waist that was exposed, my shapely thigh and curvy behind.
As we sipped the coffee, I asked him, what he does for a living. He said that he's a chief designer at the 'new star' airline, one of the fastest growing private carriers. 'Ah, that explained the girls!' I nearly shouted.' He laughed 'Yes they're our Air-hostesses. You're very observant miss?' oh, I am chithra. I answered cheerfully like a school girl. 'Nice name Chithra, You can call me Anil.' He extended his hand easily. This time, I took his hand without much hesitation to my own surprise. Usually, No one calls me by my name but for Ravi. So it sounded very odd when he said. 'That's their uniform chithra and that's a part of the problem that I am working on right now. ' I got so much engrossed in the conversation that I didn't really object to him calling me by my name. Instead, a very enthused me, questioned him, 'Why is the uniform a problem?'
'It's a problem; because my management feels that we would be closer to the travelling public should our girls be dressed in sarees as opposed to bracing the west.' 'That would be a brilliant idea,' I chimed along. 'Its good in principle, but need some input, pretty badly for that. I am the chief designer chithra and I do have sub-ordinates reporting to me, but they are either men or women who are too westernized. Usually my wife would have been an ideal candidate, but she is not around until next month. So I am in a bit of a fix.'
I mumbled 'Oh that's a situation'. He nodded and continued 'Oh, but you look ravishing in this saree that you are currently wearing. I must tell you, you have a natural talent in picking up the right kind of saree to suit you. May be you could be of help to me. That is, only if you have time and if you are willing to do something different. What do you say chithra?'
I shifted a bit uneasily, 'what do you mean?' I asked. 'Oh, it's just that, I need to shortlist 3 different designs out of hundreds of concepts and designs that our design-simulator software came up with. It's quite smart tool, and just requires some basic information. I could not finalise which ones to choose out of the lot, because I have no clue how they would look like when worn as a saree. It would be impractical to print all of them as sarees, as we don't have that kind of budget. That's why I was calling these girls to get their input, but I must say, I am not convinced entirely. Do you mind taking a look at the designs at the computer at my home Chithra? It won't take very long.'
This sounded like a very different kind of venture and I said with the same school-girlish enthusiasm 'Sure Anil, Why not!' I was surprised at myself calling him Anil. So come with me now, if you don't mind please, he stood up without waiting for me. 'What? Right now?' I followed him nevertheless to his house. His house was roughly about the same size of ours, but working for an Airline showed up immediately as the interior was proper posh. There were several replica planes in the showcase. He offered me a soft drink as we sat in his study. 'Nice house' I said. 'Thanks, but not nearly as nice as you are. Thanks for jumping in to help me at the short notice. You are a star chithra' he said smiling at me. I giggled in a silly sort of way as he flattered me. He showed me the designs his tool has come up with in his PC one after another. Some were amazing, many were ordinary, but all of them had a common theme as the Airline logo and the base colour orange somewhere or the other. I looked at them all one by one very interestedly adding my comments like too dull or too gaudy and so on. Finally I short listed 3 designs which I thought would look good on a saree. We went through the procedure to pick up colours the matching blouses.
I just realised that it was nearly time for my son to return from school. I stood up asking if that is all there is he need from me. He got up too, thanking me. I left his house and came back home with the thoughts of the afternoon at his place still in my mind. I casually mentioned it to Ravi and he was nodding interestedly and ended the topic with his usual playful way. 'any Air-hostess darshan today?' That night, I was thinking about our conversation with Anil over and over again. His simple compliments made me feel good. It wasn't like this before.
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