Hello to all my readers once again.
Below are my stories that have been published on XIS:
1. Mansi – My Friend’s Wife
2. Smita – Dream of a Dreamer
3. Amrita – The Honeybee
4. Shruti – The Eternal Journey
5. Sandra – The East Indian Milf
The Story Plot:
In India, we all run behind government employees for our work to be done. Sometimes, we have to bribe them. Sometimes, they don’t work even after taking bribes.
Out of them, few employees are honest and willingly do their duties. One such employee was Poonam, a government employee in one of the government offices in Mumbai. I first saw Poonam in one of such government offices.
My contract bills were to be cleared by the municipal department. I was a registered contractor. I used to have multiple rounds in the department to get my bills cleared.
Whenever I was in the government office, and if the concerned officer was unavailable, Poonam was my source of entertainment. In short, I had an eye on her for many months.
I always stared at her whenever I used to be in her department. On occasions, I used to gift the department members to influence them to get my work done quickly. Poonam was a non-corrupt employee, though.
But gifts were always welcomed by any government official. Me being one of the known faces among all the employees. Even Poonam was smart enough to know me better. Intentionally, I started hitting on her. She, too, knew this as she was a smart married woman.
Even though married women desire to do something, our culture restricts them from doing it. It’s restricted the most in government offices due to the commutation of all categories of people in it. Being judged is a very common thing.
About Poonam:
A Lady in her mid-thirties. A perfect example of a thin hourglass and not the exact one. A bumped ass which was extravagant to look at due to her habit of wearing high wedges.
Her hair would always be open, and her walk like a model was something which can be found very rare in any government employee. Poonam’s eyes were mystic and would hypnotise anyone.
She was not the traditional government employee that we usually see. Although being a government employee, Poonam never intended to be the same. She mostly portrayed herself as a corporate employee through her presence and dress.
I started gathering more information about Poonam from one of the peons. I always delivered a quarter of whisky to him in exchange for information about the government officials.
This time, the deal with the peon was for a bottle of branded whisky just because the information was personal. That too of a non-corrupt female employee. After a few days, the peon spilt out everything about Poonam in exchange for a bottle of whiskey.
He gave me information about all the members of her family, about her husband, about her in-laws, and her married life. Peons of government offices are sharp in terms of observation and information-gathering skills. Per the peon’s information, she did not have a healthy relationship with her husband.
Every alternate day, she would fight with her husband on the phone. Her husband, too, was a central government employee working as an Engineer. Poonam’s husband was unwilling to take responsibility for her.
Her daughter would always be careless about them. I wasn’t sure whether he was doing that intentionally or something else was the reason.
But I knew that Poonam was not happy with her marriage even after 7 years of it and after delivering a sweet daughter who was 3. She started feeling neglected, which impacted her nature with others in the office. Poonam never used to get mixed up with other employees.
Her conservative nature was so much so that her fellow employees started judging her. She was only interested in her work and free time scrolling Instagram. She wasn’t rude, but she felt her life tasteless. I got attached to her sorrows and started falling for her.
I wanted to be the missing puzzle of her happiness. Poonam’s birthday was near. I took this as my opportunity to impress her and thought this could lay the foundation for getting close to her. I bought an expensive perfume for her. On her birthday, I gifted her the perfume, and she reacted very coldly.
I was very disappointed by this behaviour. I thought maybe I was wasting my time behind her. A couple of days later, I visited the government office again. When I reached Poonam’s department, I neglected her. She came to me and upfrontly started talking to me.
Poonam: Mr. Riteesh, thank you so much for the wonderful gift. I’ve never had such a luxurious perfume in my life.
Me: Oh! I thought you didn’t like it. That’s why you gave me a cold reaction that day.
Poonam: No, No. You were not the reason. I’m extremely sorry if you felt so.
Me: It’s OK. As you have corrected your mistake.
Poonam: Actually, I was lost in something else that day. I had a few plans but got cancelled. That’s why I was upset.
Me: Being upset has become your habit, I believe. Your happiness is only in your hands.
Hearing this from me, she was taken aback as if she had come to know that I knew everything about her. Words of affection from a stranger make a woman think a lot about it.
Poonam: What return gift do you expect from me, Mr. Riteesh?
Me: You.
Poonam was again taken aback. I was telling my mind not to get too fast. Things might get ruined easily. So again, I turned the topic. This time, Poonam sensed something about me and my intentions.
Poonam: Sorry? I didn’t get you.
Me: Nothing. When the time comes, I’ll ask for it.
Poonam smiled and left, getting clueless about what I intended to say. A few days passed. My healthy relationship with Poonam continued with smiles and happy gestures whenever she saw me.
Our conversations happened frequently, but they were restricted to the office. One day, she was sitting upset. When I visited her department, I asked her why. By now, she was not hesitant to share anything with me.
Poonam told me she was trying to admit her daughter to a famous convent school. But she could not take admission. She needed someone’s strong reference. On the other hand, her husband was asking to forget about being admitted to that school without making any effort.
As a government contractor, I had connections with local politicians. Admitting Poonam’s daughter with their reference was not a big deal for me. I informed Poonam not to worry, as her daughter will get her admission done.
Poonam was happy hearing this and, holding my hand, thanked me with a kind gesture. That moment was the first spark of touch between both of us. We both looked at each other in a nervous gesture.
After all the hustle and convincing to the local politician, her daughter’s admission was confirmed.
One afternoon, I saw Poonam in the office storeroom. Usually, no one goes there as it’s in the huge basement. I was with one of the people. I saw Poonam alone fetching something. I signalled the peon to leave and gave him a 200 rupees note.
I went near Poonam and started searching for something. I didn’t want to show that I saw her. She called out my name, and I turned back.
Me: Oh, hi, Poonam!
Poonam: Hi Riteesh. Actually, there’s been something in my mind for many days. Thank you for the help you’ve shown me until now.
She was impressed by my helping gesture. I was more than a friend to her since the day I started making serious efforts for her daughter’s admission. I had different plans altogether.
I took this as an opportunity and told her I always had a soft corner for her. If she wants to thank me, she should consider me more than her friend.
Me: I’ve always liked you since the day I saw you. If you want to treat me, I would love to have you as my treat.
Poonam: What? Are you mad, Riteesh?
Me: No. I’m serious.
Poonam: I’m a married woman, Ritesh. On top of that, I consider you as a true friend. But you, too, are like other men. I never expected this from you.
Me: First of all, you have a failed marriage. Your husband can’t take care of you and your daughter.
Poonam: So you want me to leave him for you? What will my parents think of me? What about the society? Everyone will curse me.
Me: Did society help you fix your sorrows? Did the society help you in fixing your marriage? Just ask yourself how it feels to be in my company.
Poonam: But?
Before she could say anything, I pulled her towards me by her waist and whispered in her ears.
Me: Women like you need to be cherished.
Holding her waist tight, I was rubbing my body over her. Poonam had a file in one hand; with the other hand, she was hitting me to leave. I kept sniffing the aroma from her body and kept seducing. I took hold of Poonam’s waist tighter and shifted to the nearby rack of files.
I hugged her tightly this time, holding her and digging my face on her shoulders. My lips on her bare shoulders and neck were making her lose control. Poonam still hit and pinched my back while holding the file with my other hand.
Poonam’s resistance was giving up due to my extra effort. Tears rolling down her face were an indication of her sorrows. I kept kissing Poonam’s shoulders and neck while holding her waist tight. Her resistance was lowered by now. But her words were not stopping.
Poonam: Enough of this, Riteesh. Or else I’ll shout now.
Me: Your actions are not showing that you will shout. Rather, it’s showing something else.
Saying this, I took hold of her neck and kissed her hard. I choked her with the kiss, and she resisted hard this time. I let go of her and moved a couple of steps back. I wanted to see what she’s up to. We both looked at each other with seduction.
The next moment came as a shock. Poonam took hold of my collar and pulled me towards her like a hungry tigress.
Poonam: Don’t let go of things incomplete. I’ve been waiting for this touch for so long. You are already late, Riteesh. Please don’t delay this relationship any further.
Saying this, Poonam shocked me and kept hugging me tightly. I was a bit confused. She didn’t allow me to think much. She raised her toes and lowered my neck to give me a smooch. I reacted to her smooch, holding her waist.
We both got lost in the deep kissing session. I was kissing and licking Poonam’s lips, cheeks, ear lobes, neck and shoulder. Poonam was returning her love by pinching and scratching my back.
Our bodies were igniting the heat to create a power plant around us. Poonam’s aroma was mixing with the essence of my perfume when we both were rubbing our bodies against each other. The old file rack was shaking due to our harsh lovemaking.
Before we could proceed further, we heard someone coming towards us.
We both went apart, smiling at the new experience we had. We both corrected our dressing and went to the opposite corners of the store room. This was the beginning of our journey. There are many more to come in the series. Keep supporting and writing to me at [email protected].
Next Part: Poonam – The Desirable Government Employee – Part 2