8. Me
As soon as the overweight woman went inside, she appraised me from head to toe. Though ample, her face held a childlike innocence reminiscent of a famous actress. Her eyes shimmered with a mixture of eagerness and excitement. Without warning, she pulled me close, pressing my face against her generous breasts. I struggled for breath. Sensing my discomfort, she cupped my face in her hands, her lips finding mine in a sudden kiss. Her hands moved with practised efficiency, unbuckling my belt, unzipping my pants, and sliding down my underwear. Then, releasing my lips, she pulled off my t-shirt, leaving me naked in an instant. With a sigh, she looked me up and down before discarding her clothes.
The sudden sight of her smooth, flushed skin ignited a fire within me. I lunged towards her, a move she seemed to anticipate. “Ahista… ahista” (slowly… slowly), she murmured, leaning back onto the bed and yielding to my advance. Though I didn’t understand the word, it reminded me of petting our dogs at home when they playfully rested their paws on our shoulders.
What followed was a whirlwind of sensation. My long-held fantasies, now confronted with the reality of her somewhat fuller figure, the heat of her naked skin, and the novelty of the experience, all combined to heighten my desire. Her eager participation matched my intensity, fueling the flames until I erupted in a release as intense as a volcanic eruption.
Her eyes shone even brighter as she pulled me close for another kiss. Exhaustion washed over me, and I tried to pull away. She held me tighter, her embrace almost desperate. I struggled free and asked, “What?”
“Aao” (Come), she said, her voice husky and pleading. My desire had completely waned, yet her entreaty drew me back. The initial excitement had vanished, but her every touch rekindled a slow burn. Her hands roamed my body, and her lips traced a path of kisses, reigniting my senses, and preparing me anew. I became her willing instrument.
It was my first time, and I yielded to her every desire. She possessed a greater intensity this time than I had shown initially. She moved me, moved herself, until we both collapsed, spent and sweating. We lay in silence for a while. The allure I had felt when she was clothed had completely dissipated now that we lay naked, side by side.
A mingled scent of perfume and sweat rose from her armpits. “Do you smoke?” she asked. I nodded. She retrieved a cigarette from a foreign pack and lit it. I looked at her, a silent question in my eyes. She smiled. “This is for both of us,” she said. As I wondered if she meant we would share it, she took a drag, held the smoke, leaned in, covered my mouth with hers, and exhaled into me. Instinctively, I inhaled. The harsh smoke filled my lungs.
It produced a strange intoxication. As she exhaled into me, she pressed her breasts against my chest, her body moulding against mine, her lips capturing mine, her tongue coaxing my mouth open to receive the smoke. A dizzying sensation washed over me. When I realized she was preparing for another encounter, a sense of weariness settled over me. “Can we just talk for a while?” I asked.
She laughed. “That’s a surprise. Everyone else refuses. They usually just take the money and run. That’s why I prefer new guys like you. What’s your name?” she asked. I told her. She spoke in English. It felt surreal to be having a conversation with a naked woman lying beside me. She shifted her ample body and looked at me. “Am I not beautiful?”
I was at a loss for words. Discounting her weight, she was undeniably attractive. “Hmm,” I managed.
“I’m fed up with my husband. He’s sleeping with some plain-faced woman. Bastard… he says I’m ugly. I used to be slim, with breasts that fit perfectly in two hands. This body is what I got after having a child with him. I have an eight-year-old son. He hasn’t touched me in four or five years. I need sex. Does getting married and having a child mean you have to be locked away? I’m happy today. In a way, it’s revenge on him. In another, the energy of young men like you reignites something within me. I’ll feel refreshed for another month. Maybe another round…” she winked.
A strange mix of emotions stirred within me as I looked at her. A desire to please her took root. I looked at her and nodded. This time, I initiated the kiss. I drew her full lips into mine, and her face flushed. Her shyness only fueled my desire, and she expertly used her mouth to heighten my arousal. Soon, the only sound in the air-conditioned room was the creaking of the bed.
When she left, she pulled me into a brief embrace and a kiss, then pressed two two-thousand-rupee notes and the pack of foreign cigarettes into my hand. I left the room. It was empty. I took one of the cigarettes she’d given me and lit it. I inhaled deeply. The slightly harsh smoke spread through my chest. The man with the broken nose emerged from another room. He smiled at me with a hint of camaraderie. “So, boss… did you enjoy it?” he asked, then pulled five thousand rupees from his pocket and gave it to me. I stared at the money in my hand.
“What are you looking at? This is more than enough for a first-timer. There are special rates for girls who are new to this, but for us guys, it’s all the same,” he said. I smiled back. I put the money in my pocket and asked, “Okay, boss… I forgot to ask your name?”
“Yadav,” he said.
Just then, the woman who had taken my companion into another room reappeared. She looked refreshed, as if nothing had transpired. She called Yadav aside and gave him money—it looked like more than ten thousand rupees. He’s taking a hefty commission, I thought. As she left, she glanced at me and said to Yadav before closing the door, “Yadav, next time, this guy.”
The friend who had brought me here came out. Yadav gave him the same five thousand rupees and said, “I’ll let you know when there’s more work.” Without a word, we left. “Shall we get some tea?” I asked. He nodded. As he took a sip of the hot tea, he grimaced. “What is it?” I asked. “Her pussy shave is growing back, and all that rubbing for two hours has left her chafed,” he said. I laughed. He looked at me, momentarily confused, then laughed too. I asked his name. Senthil, he replied. “Come on, I’ll treat you tonight,” I said.
It was already dark. We settled into a nearby air-conditioned bar and ordered a beer each. We sat in silence for a while. As soon as the beers arrived, we began to drink quickly. “I felt like I was suffocating, like I was about to die,” Senthil said, recalling the encounter. Apparently, she’d pressed his face hard against her. I remarked that our guy had been relatively gentle. We continued talking, each of us finishing three bottles of beer. Drunk, we exchanged numbers and I left. I hailed an auto and gave the driver my address. I’m going to get that Yamaha one day, I thought. The auto driver turned back and asked, “Did you say something, sir?” I looked at him, still intoxicated, and said, “No,” before lighting another cigarette. The thought of seven thousand rupees in my pocket after just one day filled me with a sense of swagger. The realization that I had truly “earned” it through sex brought a wry smile to my lips.
I got out of the auto in front of my house and gave the driver an extra ten rupees. “Thanks, sir,” he said. I felt a sense of floating euphoria. I went upstairs and rang the doorbell. My sister opened the door, still groggy with sleep. She caught a whiff of the beer on my breath and grimaced. I took the money from my pocket, pressed three thousand rupees into her hand, and said, “If you need any money in the future, just ask me.” I changed into a lungi and collapsed onto the bed. The alcohol washed over me. My sister watched me. In my mind, fireworks were exploding silently.
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