To ensnare to pretty girl is not a joke in the country where religious obligations are observed strictly as every religion precludes free and without a contract sexual interaction. Similar has been the case with me despite efforts my activities remained confined to looking at those lovely girls that comes to shopping in the markets.
One day I was sitting in the bookshop being run by my close friend that a girl wearing white ‘Shalwar Qameez’ strolled into the shop. She began to run her eyes across the wall against which magazine of different flavor were hanging. My friend got up and went near her to ask her choice. “I am looking for a book containing critical appreciation of essays of Bertrand Russell.” She inquired.
As she was telling her choice to my friend, my eyes got engaged exploring her body. She was wearing so tight Qameez that I can measure the contour of her body. Her waist was slim. Above her belly were protruding two little globes confined by green bra. The Qameez was so see-through that I could see a little button ingrained in the center of her belly. My eyes begin to feast on her plump ass. I gazed her hand stayed on the glass-counter. Her fingers were thin and skin was so fair that I could see her thin veins. It aroused in me the feeling of erotic pleasure. My dick began to swell. I was so engrossed that I could not perceive her eyes exploring my absent mindedness.
“Don’t you have a book published by Oxford University Press?’ she spoke, with her inquiring voice my raptness broke.
My friend tuned to me, ‘Abbas, please help her,’ my friend requested, ‘looking for a good book relating to the critical appreciation of Russell’s essays.’ Simultaneously with a notion of hand he directed her to me. My heart began to strike against my ribs. For a while I found my face going yellow but I soon composed myself and say hello to her. As I had already gone through the critical appreciation of essays, so I offered her my-own prepared notes. I convinced her that preparation from the original books required a considerable time, so she had better take notes from me. Much to my surprise, she did not hesitate a little and said okay.
Evidently, I did not have notes at the spot, therefore I promised her the notes in the next day.
‘I have come’, she said, ‘from a far distance. It will be very difficult for me to come tomorrow, as my mother will not allow me to visit the market again.’
I did not want to miss the golden opportunity. I offered her provision of notes at the place where it was possible for her to come. Eventually, we agreed to meet at a place in the evening not very far from her home.
All the daylong, time continued hanging heavy on me. In the long run clock chimed five and I began to get ready. I stepped in my most expensive suit and departed to reach the meeting point.
Much to my surprise and pleasure, she was standing there waiting for me. I rushed to her and generously excused for being late. ‘Never mind’, she said bringing a smile over her cheeks. I stretched my hand out and gave her the notes I have brought along.
‘Thank you’, she said, to some extent, in a seductive voice.
The weather was pleasant. The fluffy clouds were flying over the sky. The drizzling has stopped which has not only washed the roads and trees planed on either sides of the road but also have instilled a stream of exhilaration into the people,
‘Why should we not have a cup of tea?’ I found myself muttering over the words.
‘As you like,’ She paused and ogled straight into my eyes.
I looked around; my eyes catch the sight of a restaurant.
‘Okay, this way,’ I steered her towards the restaurant.
We have not strolled the half way that I stopped pretending to be pondering over something.