It was almost a week later that I took a call from Radha on my cell. I was driving to the suburbs for a routine visit to a client of mine at about nine in the morning and so I accepted the call before verifying the number from where I was receiving it.
I was pleasantly surprised that it was she.
"This is a real surprise, Radha. I thought you would never call."
I heard her soft laugh. "Do you have time?"
"Say when," I replied.
"What if I say now?"
"Say where."
"The office."
I was silent. My god, she meant Dilip's office!
"How come?" I enquired.
"Dilip had to go to the same place he had been to last time with his parents. This time, it's only for a day. He should be back tonight. He's taken half his staff with him and I have dismissed the other staff for the day by giving them some work, which they would require the entire day to finish. They would be going to their respective homes directly and report to the office only tomorrow. Satisfied?"
I laughed delightedly, already hanging a U-turn to head back to the city. "Where are you now?"
"At the office silly," she said.
"I'll be there in twenty minutes if the traffic doesn't delay me, okay?"
"Fine. I miss you, so hurry up. Also, I'm horny and can't wait for you to shove your cock inside me."
"Really?" On its own volition, my cock started to erect.
"Promise. I was so hot when I realized that we have this chance, I reckon my panties are already sopping wet and perhaps I May have to get rid of them for now," she replied softly.
"Don't," I told her. "By the way, what are you wearing today?"
"Like you said, you love to see me draped in those saris. Ever since, when I go out of the house, I try to wear them as much as possible."
"Don't undress before I am there," I warned her.
"You better hurry then. I'm really horny and feel like shoving my finger up my pussy already..."
I switched off the phone before she could talk anymore and get me distracted.
By the time I had parked the car on the street adjacent to the street on which the office was situated, I had a raging hard on. You could say it was more in anticipation though it was also true that I missed her a hell of a lot.
A week is a hell of a long time to be away from such a woman. All we had to do after that quickie we had at the apartment was grope each other in the back seat of the car when she had given me a lift to the city. The driver was there, and so was her daughter who had insisted she wanted to sit up front. It had been rather dark and we could not take the risk of doing anything else. She was wearing a sari and had masturbated my cock in the dark of the back seat, leaning forward to rest her chin on her arm along the front seat's backrest, talking to her daughter. All I could do was to fondle and knead her blouse-covered breasts.
Another time, we had kissed deeply and passionately for as long as it had taken the elevator to reach the seventh floor to my apartment. She had sucked desperately on my tongue then, commenting later, as we made out way across the passage to my apartment where Sunita was waiting for us, that she wished it would have been my cock and not just my tongue that she was sucking on.
Another time, when she had come to lunch at my place, she was washing her hands in the washbasin. Sunita was still pecking away at her food. I had finished just at the time that Radha had and had followed her to the washbasin, which is located in a recessed passage away from the dining room. She was leaning down, washing her hands, and quickly, I had pressed the front of my body against her back, cupping her breasts from behind. That had lasted for maybe half a minute.
I walked quickly past the street and was soon in the elevator, pushing the button with a trembling hand. The office was one among the dozen or so offices and showrooms situated in the commercial building. On either side of Dilip's office were showrooms for Audio & Video players and the din they made was unbearable. Which explained why Dilip's office had foot-thick walls all around and these were coated with rubber padding and a compound that assisted in keeping out the noise.
The door to the office was open and she was waiting for me, seated on her husband's chair behind the medium sized table.
"Hi, sexy," I said as she rose quickly to walk to the door to close and lock it. The noises outside were reduced to bare whispers.
The office was about thirty-by-forty with a door at one end leading to a small kitchenette-cum-dining room. Another door led to a bathroom.
There were a lot of large french doors, one of them leading to a balcony. She had already covered the doors and the windows with the curtains and had switched on a few fluorescent lights for illumination.
Dilip's cabin, where she had been sitting, had that large glass front with an aluminium door. There were perhaps five modular cabins, each provided with a table and two chairs, one on each side with the inevitable PC monitors placed on top of the tables.
A cabin similar to Dilip's but slightly smaller in size served as her office at the other end of the room. There was a hum of the air conditioner in the otherwise hushed office.
I was standing a few feet away from the door, when she was locking it. Now, she turned and rushed into my arms, encircling hers around my neck and tilting her face to mine. I lowered my mouth to hers; she had already opened her mouth and when we kissed, her tongue rushed in. She pulled my head back by my hair and ran her tongue around my lips, then kissed me again, and her tongue penetrated my mouth so deeply that my entire body trembled. She thrust her hips forward, grinding her belly against my hard on and swaying, then grinding her belly side and across.
She was wearing a black sari with a matching blouse, the border of the sari draped across her chest to cover her breasts.
She drew back and looked deep into my eyes.
"God, I missed you," she whispered.
I smiled, my hands wrapping around her waist. "Missed me or missed my cock?" I asked her.
She wrinkled her nose and then laughed. "If I didn't miss you, how could I miss your cock?"
