The next day, I walked alone into the boutique. Nikhila saw me with a smile and immediately looked all around me. I could notice happiness in Nikhila on seeing me alone. I then stepped out of the store and waited for her outside in the pathway.
Nikhila, wearing a knee-length black skirt, walked out of the boutique. She said, “Illi beda” (Not here). She handed me a piece of paper and walked inside the boutique. There was a restaurant name on the piece of paper which was close by.
I went to that restaurant and waited for her. She came in her pink Scooty. She seemed very happy and excited about running into me. She happily narrated all about her arranged marriage, her husband, and the sweet family. My eyes scanned her neck and found the thread of her mangalsutra.
She told me how much she controlled and stopped messaging me. She was married. After marriage, she completed her degree too. Her family business was a huge failure with huge losses due to Covid and all. She took over, and with the help of her father and husband, she modernized this boutique.
Her idea clicked, and the business was doing great fetching them huge money. I am straight in my talks. I told her that I never forgot her and how badly I missed fucking her. Fucking her with her her ass cheeks shaking with her moans at cloud 9.
She was stunned with her facial expression freezing with a blush on her cheeks. I wished to fuck her badly, and I told that on her face during our first meeting. I am a horny man.
I said eyeing her boobs, “Ninna nenne boutique nal nod dhaaga, Ninna alle batte haridhu keibeku ansthu. Alle battegala madya ninna saaku saaku anno keidu. Ninna dappa mola na hisaki cheepbeku ansthu. Eeglu nan tunne nigroythu ninna ee tara nodi. Ninna shirt na haridhu haaki aa ninna mola na hisuka beku ansthide. Cheep beku ansthu.”
(The moment I saw you in the boutique, I wanted to undress you, tearing away your clothes. Amid clothes, I wanted to bang you until you stopped me. Pressing your huge boobs and sucking them. Now too, my dick is hard seeing you in this black shirt. I want to tear out your shirt and grab those huge melons and suck them.)
Her expression was flushed, and I noticed goose pimples on her neck when she told me, “Stop. Stop,” breaking our eye contact. She then said, “I am married.” I stopped her from continuing to talk by saying, “I am very happy for you. But I wish that I have you all for myself once at the least.”
“Your modelling pics are still fresh in my mind. I want to taste your body. I want your pussy.” She continued to glance around the restaurant. I told her, “It’s your decision.” We both became silent. After a moment, she replied, “Sorry, Madhan. I don’t want to.”
I do respect her decision. I bid goodbye with an affirmation that I wouldn’t be meeting her again and she needn’t worry. We left.
After two months of the above incident, she messaged me, “Come prepared to take your prize. Only with condoms.” It was a Wednesday. I wore jeans and a T-shirt and reached the boutique by 9:00 P.M. I kept a pack of extra thin condoms in one pocket and a chocolate bar in the other.