His rising Stars
I got down from the green three-wheeler outside the inter-state bus terminal. The ride had been good. The Eco friendly vehicle rode on batteries so there was no noise or no smoke. Moreover it didn't bump a lot despite the sorry state of the roads. I wouldn't have minded if it had the upbeat mood I was in.
My business here in the capital had concluded to everyone's satisfaction and to my great delight. The deal worth five million was complete. This was the first major project I had been entrusted with and was company's first foreign venture. Our company made medical equipment. And company had the copyright to this new device. There was no dearth of orders from within the country and now for the first time we were going to export merchandise worth five million rupee to Bulgaria.
The good thing was that we were going to provide only the parts. They were going to assemble it on their own and were going to print and put labels on the cartons in their own language. So it was going to save us a lot in work hours and also the cost of label printing and pasting, increasing our profit margin.
I entered the bus terminal and immediately saw the big Red Mercedes bus with 'Travel with Star' boldly printed on its side. People were boarding it. The final signatures on the deal were put at 3pm and I had immediately booked a ticket for 5.45 pm.
Company should give some incentive for jobs completed to perfection. But that is not how the Pvt. Companies work. But I didn't dwell on the subject for long. I was already enjoying a lot of perks. Company was giving me daily allowance to the tune of two thousand and I was being paid for I
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first class air travel and stay at any hotel with rating of 3 to 5 stars. It totaled to more than nine thousand. I had traveled by AC bus stayed in a mediocre hotel eaten outside at roar side Dhabas and spent only 2000/- out of that so my bank account had already grown by seven thousand.
But a token incentive means recognition and that will come handy later while climbing up the ladder. But I was not the only one who had worked to make it a success. There were three others. One was Jotsyna, a woman a few years older than me (I am thirty) of happily married type and very strict in nature. You can't talk to her about anything that is not job related. Nobody had ever dared to compliment her let alone flirting.
Then there was Rajesh, gay with a capital G. Everybody at the company knows about him but I have never heard anybody talking about it. He is a sincere worker and a first class engineer. He is fair skinned with dark hair and eyes, clean shaven with virgin looking pink big and juicy baby lips. I doubt if there are any hair on his delicate body below the eye brows. His ass is big and he walks swaying it like women. I had thought of starting something with him. Not because I was inclined toward same-sex relationships. I had never been with a man before. It was just that I was getting desperate. More than two years had elapsed since I broke up with Anuradha, my college sweetheart. A drought had set in. I had lost any hope of it lifting any soon.
But my thoughts remained thoughts they never materialized into anything positive because we both were very conscious about our reputation in the company and also because I didn't know how to go about it. Anyway, I was not very keen about it. Though there was always some sexual tension whenever we were thrown together in the line of duty. But such instances were few and far between.
The third person was our legal adviser whom we met very rarely. We all should get some commendation maybe a simple letter of appreciation. I decided to talk about it with my manager. He was a man in his mid fifties so he was going to be around for four or five more years. I will have to put it to him very tactfully.
I had switched off my phone. I knew soon everybody will start ringing me. But I wanted to keep them on the tenterhooks for a little longer and I wanted to relax and enjoy the small triumph. I wanted to reach home as soon as possible, take a hot bath, cook something filling and carry the dinner, a half bottle of Signature and my laptop to my bdroom, watch some hot stuff and jerk off myself before passing into the slumber land.
I boarded the bus. My seat number was 24. It was on the two-seater side. That was good. I don't like the three-seaters on the driver's side. They are always very congested and on the wrong side. You can't watch the scenery from there. The window seat next to mine was already occupied. A Mama with heavy artillery Sat there reading a book. She was big boned and her ample bosom was quite tempting. She was dressed immaculately and wearing very little make-up but still looked very pretty. These days anything in a female attire looked pretty to me.
Despite her broad body frame there was enough space for me to settle down comfortably. I placed my overnight bag on the shelf above our heads and sat down. She gave me a quick look-over. I tried to keep poker face. She moved an inch away from me, a symbolic gesture telling me not to intrude here personal space, and was again engrossed the book she was reading. She had covered the book with brown paper. It looked like she cherished it had been reading it time and again. Must be some religious mumbo-jumbo, I thought.
"Good afternoon." I mumbled politely. She acknowledged it with the slightest of nods. I wouldn't have seen it if I was not looking at her directly.
Not interested. No woman was interested in me. To hell with her! I said inwardly.
Easier said than done.
I checked her out. She was wearing a silk sari tied low to show off her flat tummy with a half sleeved blouse to go with it. She had covered her naked arms with pallu of her sari. I was dying to rub my arms against the flesh of her arm.
It was the first week of November. One couldn't decide whether it was summer or winter. Days were hot and the nights were nippy. Trees had not yet shed their old foliage yet. Sun had already moved to the west but it was still warm.
At last the driver took his seat, released the brakes and put the motor in gear. There was a sudden jolt and our thighs rubbed against each others. She gave me a sharp sidelong glance but I kept sitting with a poker face looking straight ahead as if completely oblivious of whatever was happening around me. She again made a token gesture of moving away, half an inch if we go by the scale and buried her head back in her book. I stole a glance to look at the header of the book.
...ories
was all I could read. So it was some kind of story book.
It took us nearly half an hour to weave our way through the city traffic and reach the national high way. The driver had to apply brakes every few seconds to weave his way through incessant traffic. Every time our thighs grazed each others. She stopped bothering about it after the third or fourth time. She just decided to let it be. That was perfectly alright with me too. So by the time we reached the outskirt of the city our thighs were sticking together firmly. I could feel the warmth from her soft thighs seeping into me through the soft material of her dress. It was giving me a nice hard-on and I didn't know how to hide it.
She also must have felt our bodies warming up. It must have made it difficult for her to concentrate on her book. She closed the book heaving a sigh and looked out.
"Nice scenery, the crops swaying in the breeze against the backdrop of orange sky, the sun setting on the far horizon." I said trying to start chat her up. Don't know why but I always find myself at loss of words in the company of fairer sex.
"I find it very boring." She said curtly and gave me a look I couldn't interpret any which way.
She again opened her book. I deliberately rubbed my thigh against hers. She tightened her thigh muscles and didn't budge from her place. After sometime I took my hand off the hand rail in front of me and placed it on my thigh. My finger tips touched her firm thigh. She moved away instinctively.
I immediately moved my hand in my lap between my thighs. My mouth went dry. I got ready to face an angry salvo. To my great relief no bombs exploded. She kept her calm and turned her face away to look out of the window.
But her leg moved back in place to lightly touch my thigh.
That was an unexpected but a positive response. It was encouragement. I slowly brought my hand back on my thigh my fingers felt her thigh. It didn't elicit any response. I caressed the top her thigh with tip of my index finger. This time she responded by opening her legs a little. Our thighs were sticking to each other snugly. My fingertips again moved on top of her thigh. I caressed her thigh lightly. She kept looking out of the window.
I could not decide the next course of action, I could move my hand down to caress her knee our move it up wards towards her crotch and tummy. In the end I decided against both options and moved it towards the inside of her thigh. That brought prompt results. She opened her legs wider. It cleared all and any doubts. I boldly caressed her inner thigh. It was softer than the outer part and fleshier, plump. She stopped looking out of the window took out a shawl out of her hand bag lying next to her and covered her thighs with it. My hand under it was now hidden from any prying eyes, free to roam where ever it pleased.
