The windows were just a bit tinted. We were traveling in the bazaar with lots of traffic,i was afraid somebody just might see us. I was aware that the...driver can see us in rear view mirror might and might be enjoying this show .He kind of got aware what was happening and had adjusted the mirror also in between first I was reluctant to take off her blouse & bra but I did it i took it and kept in my pocket.she just had her sari to cover her top. My wife asked for a pan, and the driver went to get. She then walked towards me, I started to sweat. I became super nervous. She then came close and called my name. I was surprised. We shook hands. Omg! She had a great smell and her lips were neither small nor wide. She was soo perfect.Me: hey! How do you know my name?She: nitin(colleague) has mentioned about you.I didn’t know what I should be saying next. I was that nervous.She: okay. I will see you. Bye.Me: yeah, bye.Walking her walk away from me was the best thing. Her ass cheeks were moving. ”I blushed a little. “I’m sorry if that’s weird,” he said.“Not at all. We are indeed sexy,” I replied as I did a small pose for him. Clearly, the drinks were one too many for me that night. He asked if I wanted to come in, and I agreed. We got in, and he made me some coffee. It was much needed after a tiring day and a crazy hangover.We talked a little, and I just couldn’t take my eyes off him. He looked so sexy. Really fair with blonde hair and hazel eyes. His floral shirt was only buttoned up. You open the door and hold it open for me, far longer than is seemly. Your wife notices. I feel her eyes too, burning holes in my me, though, or perhaps because, I pretend to be oblivious.I am greeted in the hall by my family. It is pandemonium but it is Oma’s attention which I crave. It is her opinion that matters. Beside her, I am small. She rises, a broad smile playing upon her lovely, worn cheeks. Her hazel eyes twinkle inside a spider’s web of living displayed beneath her brow.Oma.