A few years back I traveled to Germany very often. My company got a huge software development assignment from a German Software company who got this assignment from a German ship builder. I was given the charge of both supervising the development at home and implementing it at the site in Germany. So I had to visit very frequently two places in Germany, Cologne where the German Software Company was located and Hamburg where the German Ship builder was located.
At Cologne, I met a very charming young Indian couple, both of them Software Engineers, working with the German Software Company. Being north Indian, both of them were tall, fair and well built. Particularly the bride Roma was curvy and voluptuous with two beautiful eyes. I had to interact with them, as they were associated with the project. After a few visits we became friends. As there were very few Indians in Cologne, they used to invite me every Saturday during my visit to Cologne and entertained me with mouth watering north Indian foods and very expensive French wine, for which I had special fascination.
During one of my visits I couldn't see Roma's husband. Later I learned from her that he had gone to France to finalize a prestigious Software project with a French company, a part of which might be offloaded to our company. I was happy to know about this prospect. But I was a bit sad. Being an Indian I knew, this time Roma wouldn't dare to invite me to their apartment and I would certainly miss the sumptuous food with exquisite French wine. Usually they used to invite a few of their friends in their Saturday gathering. We used to drink, dine, gossip past midnight. Every time they or their friends dropped me at the hotel.
This time when I left the office on Friday evening, Roma just smiled and said goodbye. I knew, I had to manage my dinner either at my hotel or at any nearby restaurant on Saturday evening. I was feeling really bad missing the usual Saturday gathering that I was used to since my intimacy with the couple.
I spent the entire Saturday morning shopping for my wife and had a long sleep in the afternoon. I got up around six when the phone buzzed a few times. I thought some one from my implementation team calling me. But when I heard a female voice at the other end, "Hey handsome, what are you doing?" I was little surprised, but unable to identify the caller.
"Who is there?" I asked anxiously.
"I'm Roma " the lovely voice murmured.
"Oh, what a surprise" I gasped for a breath.
My surprise was not only for her unexpected call, but for her calling me handsome. I knew, people around me considered me a hunk. But she never acknowledged it openly.
"I think, this time you're missing the Saturday gathering. Isn't it" I could hear her giggle on the phone.
"Oh, yeah" I exhaled rapidly, "I would really miss your warm hospitality and the sumptuous food. And of course the unforgettable French wine."
"Very sorry" her voice was full of apology, "What to do. A small hitch in the contract finalization held my hubby in the French capital over the weekend. He'll be back by Tuesday."
"Sad. Your hubby spoilt my lovely week end" I joked with a loud laughter.
"Don't worry dear" she said intimately "If you're interested, you can accompany me to a Steamer party. It'll be a great new experience for you. Lot of lovely food, lot of lovely girls, lot of dancing and music. You'll love it. I need a partner. Would you?"
I gasped at her unwarranted request. I didn't know whether to say yes or no.
"Hello, hello…" she cried anxiously, "Are you listening? I'll not take you to hell, baba".
"No, Madam" I stuttered, "I just got up from sleep. I'm bit slow in responding".
"So, no problem going out with me!" she exclaimed naughtily.
"Yeah" I surrendered, "No problem, Madam".
"Then get ready. I'll pick you up by seven" she almost ordered me, "Bye."
The phone got disconnected. But I stood holding the phone for a few minutes. Totally puzzled and confused. What was this steamer party? Why did she need a partner? And why me? A bunch of riddles raced through my mind.
But before she arrived, I dressed up. She called me from the lobby. I went down. She was waiting outside the lift. Seeing me coming out of the lift she smiled warmly. I was stunned to see her in a beautiful sexy black single piece outfit made of georgette. The dress was hanging from her left shoulder. The right shoulder was fully open. The upper part of her right breast was attractively exposed. I couldn't see any bra strap there. She must be wearing a strapless bra. Her dress was tied by a silk cord around her slim waist and was cut from the upper part of her right thigh diagonally down to her left knee. Most of her right thigh was visible.
A diamond necklace and a diamond bracelet in her right wrist were sparkling. She was looking more sexy with her pair of strappy, heeled sandals that went halfway up her calf. I knew, she was in her early thirties. But in this sexy outfit and strappy sandals she looked like a teenager. She used some exotic perfume that I could smell even from a distant.
"Madam, you're looking awfully gorgeous" I was quick to admire her which she acknowledged with an enticing smile. She caught my right hand warmly and guided me to her car. She drove the car out of the hotel.
"What is this steamer party, Madam?" I couldn't suppress my curiosity.
"I'll tell that. But first you stop calling me Madam. Call me Roma" she gave me an angry look pressing the accelerator.
"Sorry Madam. Oh no Roma" I rectified myself before she reacted.
"That's fine" she exhaled deeply, "Now your question, what this steamer party is. Well, the couples who are fed up partying with their friends and spouses in house or club, I mean in known circle, sometime love to enjoy a party among unknown people. This week end steamer parties give them this chance."
"Nice arrangement" I said with some curiosity lingering in my face.
"Yeah" she replied taking a small turn, "This is very common in these countries, particularly where there is a river. And you know, only couples are allowed in these steamer parties."
