Paoli is her proper name. It's a common enough name, and I don't see why I shouldn't use it because I'm not about to reveal any more personal information about her. She was 34 years old at the time, divorced, and living alone in a one-bedroom apartment in Kolkata's northern outskirts. She later told me that her marriage ended on the first night. She wouldn't say anything, but I had the impression that the man was not only insane, but also incapable. I had no idea if one had anything to do with the other, and it didn't matter to me, so I didn't ask any more questions. They divorced as soon as the law allowed after two days of separation. She left the city for a few months until the problem was resolved, then returned, joined an accounting business, and used the money from the divorce settlement to purchase a tiny apartment in the suburbs. She bought a computer a few years later, discovered the Internet, and quickly learned its darker side.
We met this way. I came across her personal ad in one of the organisations or clubs, I'm not sure which one. It stated that she was a single woman looking for a one-on-one connection with a male, beginning with an online search of shared interests and dislikes. I'm not sure what attracted me to that particular post. Maybe it was just the sound of her name, which I adore. Anyway, I wrote to her, and we began an email discussion, initially cautiously on both sides, but gradually becoming more open. Her ad had gotten a lot of attention, and she was having to deal with some really aggressive men.
Maybe that's why things worked out for us because I chose a different line. I never asked for her true name, address, or phone number, never questioned her sincerity, never sought to meet, and always asked if I may unburden myself first. Without hesitation, I informed her about myself.
I am 37 years old, single, and own a consultancy firm in Kolkata. We're a little company, but we're well-known, and business has been solid for a while, so I'm in good shape financially. I live alone in a large flat I inherited from my parents in a posh neighbourhood in south Kolkata, at least two hours away from her. My lifestyle is fairly traditional; nothing spectacular, no crazy nights with the ladies. I see a handful of girls on a regular basis, but they are informal encounters. My seclusion is something I cherish.
All of this I informed her about. It appeared to entice her out of her shell. Every week, we spent a couple of hours in chat groups and instant messengers. She told me about her childhood in a little hamlet outside of Kolkata, her family—she has a younger brother in college, her father owns a small business—and she hinted at her broken marriage briefly. I apologised for her troubles and left it at that. She inquired whether she might speak freely again a few days later. I inquired if she preferred email or instant messaging for this. She startled me when she said she couldn't do it over the phone and only in person.
The fact that I baulked astonished me. That seemed to worry her, so I quickly assured her that I was simply astonished, that this was completely unexpected. I sensed her rushing back, and I knew I couldn't afford to miss out. I agreed to meet with her right away to make amends. I sensed her anxiety and proposed we meet for lunch or dinner in a public place first. She suggested supper the next week at a restaurant roughly halfway between our homes, then gave me her phone number and asked for mine.
There was a period of silence following that, with no email, chat, or phone calls. Finally, I overcame my fear and dialled the number she had me.
She had a nice, tranquil tone to her voice, which was low and soft with a touch of full-throated laughing. Until I took the plunge, the conversation felt awkward and stiff. When I told her how thrilled I was for the meeting, she sucked in her breath, then replied she was excited as well.
Our excitement grew as we talked every day after that. I arrived home early the day we were supposed to meet, showered, shaved again, and meticulously dressed. I work out four times a week at the gym, run five kilometres every other day, and swim and play squash at the club on a regular basis. I prefer to keep my physique fit and strong. I despise gaining pounds.
I began my journey through the interminable traffic. I drove there for about two hours. I'd made a reservation ahead of time and was able to arrive before she did. I introduced myself to the steward, who brought me to a nice table by a window in an alcove. That small bit of seclusion was welcome.
Paoli was escorted to the table five minutes later. My heart skipped a beat and I felt a flash of fear as I rose to greet her.
She was, and still is, a stunning woman. She stood about five feet five inches tall and had a nice, sallow complexion. Her dark, silky hair was pulled back into a ponytail in the middle of her back, held in place by a simple cotton band. Her rounded face had a strong chin and a gorgeous soft-lipped lips. I was immediately drawn to the little dark beauty spots on one cheek and at her throat. Her eyes were enormous and dark, lined with black, and vibrant and dancing.
Her grin was gorgeous, genuine, and welcoming. Another thing that I liked about her was that one of her side teeth was somewhat misaligned. Her figure was slim and contoured, but not sensual. Her breasts appeared to be lovely and big, with a good figure.
She was dressed in an off-white churidar and kurta, with a high mandarin collar on the kurta. A gold necklace caught my eye underneath it. Her fingers in mine were delicate and thin, and I realised she was wearing a gold bangle on one wrist and a gold and diamond ring that matched her earrings. A tiny gold stud punctured her left nostril.
We sat next to one other at a table with one of those banquettes and a semi-circular sofa instead of chairs. I ordered a beer, and she chose a fruity non-alcoholic beverage. When the steward came around to take our orders, she informed me that she was a vegetarian and left it to me to make the decisions. She nodded her appreciation of my basic vegetarian supper.
The conversation was harmless and completely forgotten, frivolous chitchat, with both of us avoiding the real reason for our meeting. We gradually became more calm and at ease with one another. I inquired whether she was nervous, and she responded absolutely. I couldn't help but giggle, and I became lost in those warm eyes.
Then the dinner arrived after a second round of beverages. We took our time and ate gently. With the arrival of the coffee, came a brief pause.
"I have to speak with you immediately." Her tone was sweet and gentle.
I replied, "Sure." "Anytime."
"Not here. It's way out in the open. I'd like to be alone."
I asked, "Are you sure?" She nodded slowly while looking down at her cup.
She said, "Yes." "I'm sure. I'm not sure why, but you make me feel safe."
"Thank you," I replied quietly, puzzled as to why my pulse was skittering like that of a giddy adolescent.
When the steward arrived, he inquired if there was anything else. Paoli shook her head in response to my gaze. I requested and paid for the bill. As I got out, she gently thanked me, and I told she was welcome. Kolkata's so-called winter was already in the air, so the night was cold and lovely. Knowing she didn't have a car, I guided her to where I'd parked without asking.
Her house was less than ten minutes away, in a massive, horribly unsightly complex of tall concrete matchboxes, around ten of them crowded around a vast open space with a lawn, children's playground, and parking space. Her tower stood back from the highway. I parked the car in the visitor's lot and turned off the engine. She took a long time to open her door.
"Do you want something to drink? Is it okay if you enter?" She didn't give me a second glance.
We got out and rode up to her eleventh-floor apartment, and I replied I'd be delighted to. We travelled down a long corridor to her door because each floor had multiple units. We were able to enter because she allowed us.
I was taken aback by her abode. It had only one bedroom with an attached bath, a small kitchen, and an open space that doubled as a foyer, living room, and dining room. It was, however, beautifully executed, with a keen sense of space, light, and colour. She'd kept the furnishings low and the colours bright to make the room appear much bigger than it was. In the living space, there was a tiny glass-topped dining table with four chairs, two light cane armchairs with plush cushions, and a wide low divan.
The living room, which was directly across from the front door, went out through folding doors onto a long balcony with a breathtaking view of the remaining mangroves and the sea beyond. The lighting was soft, warm, and subdued. Her upholstery was done in soft pastels, with pops of colour from pillows and a throw rug. A large, low bed, two closets, and a little dressing table were all in the bedroom.
She inquired, "Milk and sugar?"
"If it's not an issue, black."
Paoli entered the kitchen and remarked, "No problem." "I'm worried it'll be immediate."
"It's all right."
As I walked out to the balcony, I heard her in the kitchen, trying to get the night to calm the flush in my body. On the deck, there was a little wrought iron table and chair.
"This is a great spot," I commented.
"Yes, I was fortunate," she said from the kitchen. "It was given to me by my father."
"You did mention that."
"See, the builder owed him money, so he merely refinanced the property and gave us first priority." I visited several locations and this was my favourite. It's not much, but it's plenty for me."
"It's perfect, and you did a fantastic job."
"Thanks. She emerged from the kitchen with a little wooden tray and two mugs of coffee, which she handed to me. "Okay?"
I sipped it and said, "Fine."
She smiled, and those eyes, that smile, enchanted me once more.
She laughed and said, "It's probably the size of your bathroom."
I smiled. "Something along those lines. I was also fortunate. I inherited the property."
She joined me on the balcony and leaned against the thin flat rail, gazing out at the sea's distant white caps. She muttered, "I appreciate the vista and the breeze." "I frequently sleep with the doors open."
"It's fantastic," I exclaimed. "There's no noise, and you can hear the sea."
"That's my thing."
I could smell her perfume, a subtle, lemony, strangely appealing odour, because she was so close to me. When she took a step back, I turned around and rested on the rail, admiring her beauty.
"So, what are your thoughts?" she inquired.
"What's the matter?"
"Meeting me face to face. After months of email correspondence. "Am I what you were hoping for?"
"Nothing surprised me, Paoli."
She grinned and cocked her head to the side. She said, "I did." "And you're everything I could have hoped for and more."
I was embarrassed, so I stammered a thank you, and she smirked mischievously.
"Are you attracted to me?"
This was the end. It's now or never. I put my hand on her cheek and reached up. "Yes," I murmured. "I do. I think you're stunning, lovely, attractive, and sensual."
"All of that?" she said quietly again.
"Yes. "Everything."
She removed her smile and approached closer to me, taking my coffee mug and placing it on the table. I grabbed her waist and pushed her in closer. We kissed with her head bowed, and it was fantastic. The kiss was delicate, long, and undemanding, and her lips were soft, moist, and warm.
We came to a halt, then kissed again, this time with more hunger and want, and I felt her tongue between my lips and her warm body pressing against mine. The weight of her breasts pressed against my chest.
We stumbled into the living room, knocking over an armchair, finding the divan, ripping at one other's clothes, kissing passionately as the fires raged. Her physique was beautiful, and her breasts were just as I pictured them to be: large, high, and round, with wonderful long nipples that were already hard. Her stomach was solid and bent slightly. Her limbs were thin and sleek, and she had a gorgeous butt. Her skin was velvety smooth and tight. Her necklace was gold. My cock was bursting, throbbing, and hot, and I gasped and yelled out when her fingers curled around it. She was wet and ready, so I rushed into her, and she arched hard beneath me, her lips wide open. Her cunt was hot, wet, and suffocating, and it pressed down hard on my cock. I sucked on her breasts, and she moaned, kissing me and saying, "Yes, oh yes, yes," as I rapidly and forcefully fucked her, slamming my cock deep into and out of her body.
We were both starving and couldn't seem to get enough of each other. She moved with me, rubbing her hips against mine and groaning and gasping in delight. We were being devoured by the heat and fever. She yelled out and clung to me, trying to pull me back inside her, but I resisted and instead split her thighs open and buried my face into her groyne. Paoli's pussy hair was neatly trimmed, and her lips were open and wet when I forced my tongue into her. She screamed and hissed and put her hands on her breasts when I drove my tongue into her. I tongue-fucked her for quite a while, loving the flavour of her secretions, until she had had enough and pushed my head away.
She pushed me up onto the sofa and kissed me before sliding down to my lap and taking my cock in her mouth. It was incredible. I was about to find out how much she enjoyed oral sex and how good she was at it in the weeks ahead. This was, however, my first encounter with her, and it was a revelation. Her tongue was snake-like, and her mouth was warm and slick. She alternated between a hard sucking pressure and a milder, licking touch, a kiss on the head of my tool, caressing her face and breasts with it, and then back to sucking. I observed her sucking me off and knew it was turning her on because she was sexily touching her breasts, pinching them, and tugging at her nipples. I noticed her place her hand between her legs and begin to softly masturbate herself. It was one of the most enticing sights.
This Paoli was nothing like the one I'd met for dinner and previously via email. She had changed from a shy, kind, peaceful woman to a savage, famished beast with a fierce, burning sexual hunger.
She was completely uninhibited. She stood up and took my hand, pulling me to my feet after I finally moved her head away from my cock. We kissed again, and I could feel her dampness as our bodies squeezed together. She took a step back and sat on the glass dining table on her back. She opened her legs wide for me without asking.
I drove my cock back into her pussy as I stood between her wide thighs, gasping at her heat and tightness. I fucked her again while holding her thighs open in my hands. When I walked in, she moaned loudly, her eyes closed, and her hands went up to her breasts. I slowly fucked her, driving my cock in and out of her cunt as deep as I could. With my deep thrusts, her body jerked. I gradually increased my speed, and she began to scream out sharp small gasps and groans, while her tits jiggled and jumped.
She was the one who made me slow down after a while this time. We staggered through her tiny house, knocking things over as we went, kissing and fondling one other as she got up from the table.
She insisted on sucking me again, and I let her. When she got down on her knees on the floor and took my cock in her mouth, I gasped and exclaimed my delight. I could hear her groaning softly as she licked my cock hard. She swallowed me while lifting and squeezing her breasts. I pushed her head back and carried her to the bed, where we rolled over into a 69 with her on top, and I licked and lapped at her gushing, juicy slit while she sucked my cock deep into her mouth.
She turned on her back and raised her body up when she was ready. I realised what she was doing and knelt behind her, carefully pushing my cock into her cunt. I kissed her and grabbed her breasts as she yelled out in delight and lifted her head. Her cunt was gripping my cock like crazy. I started slowly fucking her with long, deep thrusts, pushing my cock in as far as I could. She moved beneath my body, muttering gently. I started moving faster and faster until I was fucking her with swift thrusts and her shouts were loud and harsh. I sensed her climax as her cunt constricted on my cock. Under my hands, her body shook and shuddered with sheer bliss. I continued to thrust into her till I couldn't take it any longer.
I pushed hard into her again and again, then wasted myself inside her with a loud moan.
I believed she had fallen asleep while we slept together for a time. I debated whether I should stay or leave. I had no idea what she was looking for. I couldn't get out of bed without waking her up because her body was half across mine, so I lay there thinking about her and how beautiful the sex with her had been.
I felt her lips on my cheek and her fingers traced delicious patterns on my chest as she moved around in my arms.
"Thank you," she said quietly. "That was a lot of fun."
"I did, too," I said, and we kissed again, this time longer and gentler.
"I should go," I murmured after a time, in a questioning tone.
"No, please stay," she replied, her voice soft. "I'd like for you to remain."
We returned to the hall a little time later. She wore nothing underneath a large shirt with the top three or four buttons open. She had a seductive appearance. I was only wearing my slacks.
I stood at the entrance, watching her go into the kitchen to prepare new coffee. She was quietly humming. She handed me a mug and walked down the hall with her own. We sat down on the divan, where we had been making wild love only moments before. She approached me and rested her head on my shoulder.
I reminded her that she had expressed an interest in speaking with me and asked if she felt like it now.
She was silent for a few moments before saying yes in a gentle voice and then falling silent again. I took my time with her. I waited until we finished our coffee. She then told me her story in a hushed voice and without looking at me.
I CAN'T REMEMBER her precise words TODAY, but what she said me is still fresh in my mind. She was raised in a large family of cousins and relatives in a tiny town in the south. She was one of the few girls in her family who was encouraged to study and pursue a job, owing to her father's equal treatment of his son and daughter. As a result, she had more freedom than other females or her female cousins, and when she graduated from high school, she enrolled in a college in a city halfway between her hometown and Kolkata.
She loved college and made a lot of new acquaintances. She also had her first sexual encounter with a fellow college student there. She enjoyed the intercourse, but it was nothing extraordinary, and she said she did it primarily due to peer pressure. Her lover, on the other hand, was compassionate and experienced enough to teach her how to enjoy sex. Paoli was certain she was in love with him and wanted to marry him after they dated for two or three years.
TO BE CONTINUED.......................
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