*Author's Note: To truly enjoy this story please read the first four parts in category - First Time*
Surma looked gorgeous as she walked into Flurry's. She was dressed in a fawn, starched stiff, cotton Sari.
Flurry's was a cake shop on Park Street in Kolkatta. They served the best cold coffee on the planet.
Rakesh had never seen Surma in a Sari until now.
He had seen her in a school uniform, jeans or Salwar Khameez. Now he realized that the mature version, in a sari, could be equally stimulating.
An indian woman in a sari could be most beautiful and elegant, especially if the sari is worn and carried off well.
Surma's sari was a beautiful fawn color that showed off her clear complexion. Her blouse top was low cut and showed off the tops of her swelling breasts through the Sari.
Her thick black eyebrows were delicately shaped and enhanced the beauty of her large luminous eyes.
Her lips looked like they had just been plucked from an orchard of the juiciest of plums.
Her bindi, on her forehead, was designer and matched the sari and earrings flawlessly.
Surma was a picture of elegance and beauty.
Rakesh took a deep breath and his heart skipped a beat as he saw her. He could feel his blood rushing through his veins.
She had worn her Sari low on her waist so that her flat tummy was visible, whenever her Sari was swept to one side.
Trust Surma to carry off a sari so well.
She looked stunning, gorgeous.
Surma seemed to have blossomed after marriage.
She looked even more beautiful than he remembered.
That childish demeanour had vanished and was replaced by a womanly grace that was terribly alluring.
She had a look of experience and maturity but she still had not lost that look of vulnerability that he craved.
Rakesh stood up to greet Surma when she arrived but she did not even seem to notice him there.
Surma looked around. Her long black, silky hair waving to the other customers. She pulled a chair before Rakesh could, and sat down.
As soon as Rakesh sat down she started with the verbal onslaught.
"What you are doing is very wrong Rakesh!"
"Calm down Surma! What did I do?"
The thought that this beauty had her eyes focussed on him had set his pulse racing. What lipstick was she using? Her lips never looked more delicious.
"I saw Deotima. I know you both are having an affair. I want you to stop it immediately!"
"But Surma, who told you this? This is not true!" Rakesh lied. Her eyes were sparkling like glowing coals.
God she looked so beautiful.
"Don't lie to me Rakesh. She told me herself !"
Rakesh thought for a moment and realized Deotima would never tell Surma about their affair without informing him first.
"That is not true. She could not have told you that"
"Rakesh, I saw it in her eyes. I know Deotima since childhood. She could never hide anything from me. And she still cant. She looked so guilty. I saw this same look in her eyes the last time you cheated on me"
The waiter arrived and stood by their table.
"Surma, what would you like to eat or drink?" Rakesh asked nervously. How he wished she would smile.
He could feel himself getting an erection as he awaited her response. Her smooth arms and painted fingernails looked lovely.
"Cmon Rakesh. Lets go. I need to pick up something. We can talk on the way."
Rakesh apologised to the waiter who stared open mouthed at Surma.
Rakesh and Surma left Flurrys together.
The fragrance of Surma lingered on inside Flurrys enticing other customers long after she left.
As they sat in the back seat of Surma's fancy car, silently, her bare arm touched his momentarily.
Rakesh could feel a spark of electricity shoot through his body in that brief touch of her soft skin.
As the car hurtled through the streets of Kolkatta, Surma seemed preoccupied. She stared out of the window with a thoughtful look in her eyes.
Rakesh knew the anger Surma was displaying was fake.
After all, why should Surma worry about his and Deotima's affair? It was none of her business.
When the car took a sharp turn, Surma held his arm for support.
The electricity started to spark again. Rakesh felt a shiver run through his body at her touch.
This girl was driving him crazy!
Surma ran her hand up and down his arm, almost without thinking and seemed to be feeling his bulging biceps.
She let her hand remain on his arm for a while. Then she slipped her hand onto his thigh.
Rakesh's whole body was on fire now. His growing erection was becoming an embarrassment. What if Surma noticed it?
He did not have to wait long for the answer.
Surma's hand had slid onto his crotch. She squeezed his hardening penis through the crotch of his pants rhythmically.
Rakesh looked at her but she refused to look back at him.
What was she doing?
Rakesh could feel the blood rush to his rapidly hardening cock and he could not stop himself from flexing his cock muscles.
Without looking at him she unzipped his pants and pushed her fingers into his underwear and felt the hard base of his penis.
Rakesh's heart was pounding so hard, he felt like he was going to stop breathing. He was completely erect and rock hard by now and she could feel it.
"Surma, are you crazy?" Rakesh asked her breathlessly. He was breathing in gasps now.
Although the car windows had protective sunfilm that blocked out the sun and stopped anyone from outside from looking in, the chauffeur could smell a rat and inform her husband.
Surma did not seem to care. She pulled out Rakesh's huge cock and encircled her fingers around its girth.
The feel of Rakesh's cock in her hands again, after so many months, was exhilarating.
Surma remembered this cock so well. Its firmness and size. The vein that ran along its length. The color of the head. She pulled back his foreskin. It reacted to her touch.
Suresh's cock was nothing like this one.
Suresh was her husband.
She began to stroke it, pulling back the foreskin and revealing the purple head.
As she stroked it she let out a sigh and turned towards Rakesh and looked deep into his eyes.
Her eyes were so full of lust. Rakesh could feel his heart pounding so hard inside his chest, he felt like he was going to faint.
Surma squeezed his cock harder as she felt his excitement.
She loved every inch of this cock and missed it terribly.
"Suresh is cheating on me," Surma said matter of factly.
Her stroking fingers never left his rock hard penis.
"How do you know?" Rakesh was squirming and thrusting his hips upwards as she played with his most private part.
"He goes out of town for 3 days and stays for a week. When he comes back he is not so eager to have sex"
"Maybe err hmm he is just working... too hard?"
"I miss you Rakesh. I need you."
