On the Monday following my meeting with Maya's women's group, which had taken place the previous Thursday, I got a text from Ameera, the self-appointed spokesperson for the group. During the talk I had given to the group, Ameera had been the one who had raised her head 'above the parapet,' to ask me questions during my talk, which had made it more like an informal discussion really. Her questions had been curious, and gently asked rather than an interrogation, and I had instantly taken a liking to her. If the red hue to her aura was anything to go by, she taken more than just a liking me.
The text read, 'I have so many more questions. Can we meet? Ameera.' I immediately texted back, 'Yes, where and when?' and my phone rang within a few minutes. It's so much easier speaking to someone instead of texting back and forth, and so much quicker too. After the usual few meaningless pleasantries, we agreed to meet at the local hospital coffee shop about 4.15pm that same day. That was convenient for us both as she worked at the hospital and would be finished her shift at 4pm. For my part, I was still working from home via computer link thanks to the global pandemic, and could juggle my time around to suit myself as long as I got the work done.
Although Ameera was ostensibly requesting this meeting to ask more questions about the subjects my talk had brought up, we both knew that it was just a smokescreen, an excuse to meet, and we were both well aware of what would be the consequences of that meeting. Thanks to her asking so many questions during my informal talk with her women's group, Ameera had also been the one asked by the others to verify the truth of my claims. Being a surgeon, oops, sorry, I had forgotten to mention she was a surgeon, which is also why we were meeting at the local hospital coffee shop. It was convenient for her. Okay, being a surgeon and an expert on human anatomy, she was the ideal person to examine the truth of my claims, plus she was obviously highly regarded by her friends in the women's group. If she confirmed what I had said, then they would believe what she said.
Ameera had examined me most thoroughly, and despite being married and swearing she would never do any such thing, her examination had ended up with her necessarily touching my lingam to check that there was no prosthetics involved. Given that the powerful pheromones my body now produced had helped to make her sexually aroused, and the obviously sexual nature of the subject she was examining, her examination went a bit further than mere professional interest.
She had almost compulsively started rubbing my dick after the examination in a most pleasurable and unprofessional way, and I had even persuaded her, without having to try too hard to take my cock in her mouth. According to her, and I had no reason to disbelieve her, she had never done anything like that before. Inexperienced or not, she had been making a very good job of it until with time against us, I had asked her to stop. At which point our mutual disappointment was obvious, so I gave her my phone number, and hoped that she would follow through, and so here we were today.
I arrived at the coffee shop to find her already there, and she rose to greet me as I made my way to her table. We shook hands like business acquaintances, keeping it very formal for appearances sake. After all, quite a few people here may know her given her relatively high profile within the hospital. To that end I had brought my old briefcase with me to make it look to any casual observer as though I was 'official,' and here on business in some way. She smiled when she saw it, knowing exactly why I had brought it.
'I'm so glad you called,' I told her. 'I thought, no I hoped you may, but I never count my chickens, as the saying goes, but I am delighted to see you again.' When she had stood up to greet me I had seen the reddish aura around her hips pulsing with life letting me know she was already turned on and sexually receptive. She smiled again.
'Let's be honest,' she said, still smiling. 'After what happened last Thursday, you must have known we were going to meet again, and sooner rather than later.' I simply nodded, hoping that might be the case. 'And yes, I have a million questions which is true, but we both know why I am here, why we are both here.' She looked down, seeming to be slightly embarrassed by her own honesty.
'Yes,' I agreed, 'I know exactly why we're both here. There is a rather intense attraction swirling between us even now.' She nodded her agreement. 'You are so beautiful Ameera. I love the sound of your voice too, love the way you look, and yes I want to be with you.' She said nothing, obviously thinking.
'Have you somewhere we can go to be alone?' she asked, cutting to the chase, and I told her I lived less than two miles away if she wanted to come to my place. 'Okay, let's go there if that's all right with you?' There was a flicker of what, embarrassment? I thought she must normally be a very decisive person, it's in the nature of being a surgeon I would imagine, and I wondered if she was being so decisive now to mask any self-doubts regarding what she was about to do. She grabbed her coat and handbag, and we walked out of the coffee shop into the first few moments of what was going to be a lifetime of friendship and love.
I had walked to the hospital, but she had her car, which we picked up from the hospital car park and she drove me home, with me giving her directions. I looked at her as she drove. Her long, almost black hair was immaculately cut and lay on her shoulders, her skin was that lovely light golden, honey colour, almost European, and I wondered if one of her parents, or grandparents had been white. Her profile was regular and clean cut. Today she was wearing western clothing, not the sari she had worn at the temple, and it gave her a very different and modern, professional appearance. She was dressed very simple, but elegantly. A white blouse, black skirt, no stockings or tights, her legs were bare but with her skin colour she didn't need to wear any, and black leather shoes.
There were gold rings on her fingers and a chunky gold chain round her neck, gold studs in her ears. Her figure was slim, but the indications of more was there. I knew I would find out what more there was for myself within the next half hour if this went the way I thought it would. We pulled up outside my door, and I told her it was safe for her to park there, it wasn't a restricted zone and she wouldn't get a parking ticket. So, she parked in the street, there was plenty of spaces. This area was quiet despite being just a mile or two from the city centre.
She followed me in, and I locked the door behind us and ushered her into the living room. I laid down my house keys and turned back to find her standing there, looking around the room, taking it all in and she looked at me and our eyes met. That's all it took, we moved towards each other irresistibly, and she came into my arms and looked up into my eyes. She was of medium height about five foot, five inches, and adding the couple of inches for those high heel shoes, she was almost on a level with me. Her dark eyes scanned my face for a moment or two as if looking for something. I just smiled at her and kissed her brow softly, then her eyelids, the tip of her nose affectionately, and then her lovely, full lipped, sensual mouth. Just a little touch, lip to lip, very lightly. She drew in a long, shuddering breath, and then I kissed her properly and passionately, her lips opened as mine already were, and we kissed as two lovers should.
