Fateh started to say something but one glare from Narges shut him up. Instead, he timidly replied, “Of course dear.”
Wow, I thought, I must be dreaming. Here was Narges informing her husband that he would be sleeping on the floor of his own house, while his buxom wife would be sleeping with me, in his house, on his marital bed, right in the next room, and he was accepting it. And what did Narges have in mind? I looked at the thin straw partition separating the bedroom from this room. The bedroom wasn’t even a different room, just another space behind the partition. There was no door. You would be able to hear everything that went on inside the room.
I felt Narges give my arm another squeeze, and she winked again, before standing up. So did my wiener.
“Husband, where are your manners? You have a guest, we have to give him food and drinks. Get up!” She nudged her husband with a foot, who immediately got up and obediently picked up my bag to place on their bed, before going to the kitchen.
“Darling,” Narges turned to me and beamed me a lascivious smile. “Would you like to change?”
“Yes, I would,” I answered. “I have a set of clothes in this bag.” I stood up too.
“Please go to our room and change your clothes, Sarun. It’s your house now, please feel free. And honey,” Narges slightly bent forward so I could stare down at her ample cleavage. “Feel free to use anything in this house, dear. Anything. All we have here is yours to use.”
As she said “anything” I saw Narges grab her left boob through her blouse and give her the nipple a slight tweak. She stuck out a tongue, winked at me and licked her lips seductively, before disappearing into the kitchen. Damn! Merely ten minutes after meeting Narges, and I already had a huge hard on!
I walked into the bedroom. As I said, it wasn’t really a room, just a bed behind a partition. There was a small wardrobe, an old dressing table whose colours were faded with age, on top of which was placed some simple jewellery. A mirror was taped to the wall on one side of the bed. If you sat down on the bed and looked into the mirror, you could see the partition reflected. I could even see into the kitchen if I looked hard enough into the mirror, where Narges was busy running about.
My bag was on the bed. I opened it and changed into a T-shirt and a pair of soft, silky shorts. Tired from my trip, I sat down on the bed. It creaked! I looked at it in alarm, but it was OK. The noise was merely from old joints and a really old mattress with springs that were past their sell by age. Every move on the bed made the springs creak.
“Did you find everything alright?” I saw Narges standing at the entrance to the room, a spatula in her hand. “I am making some kebabs for you.”
“Yes,” I replied. “Narges, I need to pee. If you can tell me where the bathroom is …”
“I will show you. Give me a minute.” She disappeared into the kitchen, probably to return the spatula to its proper place, and reappeared with a small torch in her hand. “Come,” She grabbed my hand, “let’s go to the bathroom.”