A beautiful girl sitting in a swing moving to and fro and staring at you while you are sitting in front of her can have a very disconcerting effect on you. Each time she swings closer to you the anticipation raises and each time she swings away from you are waiting for her to come back.
Now this was what my sister–in-law was doing exactly. She was swinging in the swing, which was in the center of the living room, and I was sitting in the sofa with a pretension of reading a novel, on a lazy summer afternoon. She would gaze downwards once in a while and her cherry like lips would curl in a smile apparently at my discomfiture.
She was a real tease.
Not that I was some one who would run after every specimen of the female species I came across. But everything about her was very tantalizing. The way she walked; very erect and proud. The way her breasts jutted out and jiggled on every movement of hers. The way her hips swayed to and fro gently on each step. The way she would smile with her cherry red lips very invitingly. The way her eyes always held a deep unfathomable piercing look when she looked at me. What was I to do? Take up the gauntlet or run away. Though I was not of a variety to seek trouble, at the same time I was also not one to look away when adventure and excitement reared its head. I decided to take the plunge.
This was a few months back I was engaged to girl from Mumbai, the regular conventional middle class girl - Ambassador car type - Functional, nondescript body with no flashes about it. After all this was marriage and I was not looking for a movie star and so I accepted to marry her, besides I always knew that for a guy like me so handsome and compelling in looks fun from marriage was like snack between meals. The feast would always come from somewhere outside.
My family and me left for Mumbai for the engagement. I met her at the gate of the house as I came out of the car. She took the luggage from me and flashed a smile at me that struck me like lightning and introduced her to me with a shake hand. ‘Hi I am Rita, Priya’s sister.' I said ‘hi’ and walked in unable to take my sight off her swaying shapely hips. I knew Adventure has reared its head. Now why look the other way?
Once inside Priya came and handed over cups of coffee to all of us. What a contradiction. Both her sister and my would-be-wife were born to the same parents. One was like Ambassador car the other a luxury sedan. I suddenly envied the guy who would marry her and possess her beautiful body but not before I got a taste of it.
The engagement was slated at 11.30 am and I got ready – Shave, bath, a splash of cologne deodorant, a two piece suit and there was me, vastly different and looking handsome from the bedraggled guy looking rumpled after a early morning flight from my city.
I came into the living room and sat on the sofa. Rita came in and gave me an appraising look and said
‘I feel jealous’ and smiled warmly at me.
I said ‘Why.'
‘Priya is a lucky girl to get a guy like you.’
I smiled beamingly in knowledge that I have crossed the first step towards my goal.
Soon the ceremony started and at a stage some lady was to anoint my forehead with ‘tilak’ and my sweet sister-in-law took lead in doing it, all very naturally. Her hand on my fore head made my heart skip a beat and I swallowed a lump in my throat. She was in the same state and her hand trembled as she applied the ‘tilak.’ She was dressed in figure hugging dress, which was cut at the neck a little low, and as she bent in front of me I could have a good look at her beautiful milky white bosom. Then she straightened smiling smugly in full knowledge of what I have seen.
If it was body chemistry at its height this was it. None of us spoke much to each other since our arrival and still a lot of sexual communication took place between us.
Lunchtime – I sat in a row with others with my fiancé on one side and Rita was serving that row. She came up to me and said.
‘I hope the feast is good.’
‘I said it was wonderful.’
Both of us knew in our minds what we are talking about.
My fiancé said ‘yes the dinner is very good.’
Rita smiled mischievously at me at the innocence of her sister.
I was to stay in Mumbai for three days after that day and get acclimatized to my fiancé’s family and my parents were to leave to our home city that evening. Rita offered to drop my parents at the airport and we left to the airport.
After dropping my parents at the airport, we started back. Rita offered to take me to a restaurant, which sold a special ‘Chat.’ I said 'fine.'
We sat in the restaurant facing each other. Rita ordered the ‘Chat’ and we waited to be served. She was wearing blue-faded jeans with a white tea shirt on top. She wore what seemed a flimsy lacy bra. As my eyes drank on the feast in front of me, Rita’s cheek grew rosy first and then crimson later. Her nipples peaked out and strained against her T-shirt. She avoided my eyes and looked around the restaurant.
The waiter came with the plates of Chat and broke our tension.
As we were eating I felt a leg on my foot. I knew it was whose. She gently let it stay there for a few minutes, with me all the while pretending as if nothing happened.
