She was extremely beautiful and she was proud that people stared at her, but sometimes she felt a little like an object in an exhibition hall. More
While walking along the sidewalk, she was feeling a little scared because she had some ideas about the things which often happened to the young women these days.
Mr. Mehta was definitely a very handsome man and the girls and women in the neighbourhood really noticed him; his bottom lip was slightly larger than the upper, and he sported a goatee, which she happened to love. He wore a black sleeveless tee that showed off his lean muscles, and the denim jeans enhanced his bad-boy appeal.
“Hello, Mumtaz, a very good evening to you. Hope the day has treated you well.”
She was happy that she had taken two week vacations from her job and she was playing with the idea of inviting him to her apartment. Sweat moistened her brow, and she fought the urge to wipe her hand over it. The summer heat was dreadful today, thick and muggy. She had a vision of relieving the heat with a cold shower, and more importantly, Ramesh fucking her against the wall as the water cooled their skin. The problem would be how to make that vision come true.