By full dark, Jake and Maggie were the only ones still there. The oppressive heat of the after-noon had faded, and they had pulled the blanket edges o...er their legs. A six-pack of empties had found its way into the basket, with the lunch remnants, and put a glow into their minds. At seventeen, Maggie was still a virgin. Jake at twenty-two, was not, though his experience was limited to only a couple of older women, who had initiated him into the pleasures of sex.Under the blanket, as the evening. ” “Everything else?” “Do you know “The Orchard of Infinite Delights?” I confessed I had never heard of it. “It’s an Indian erotic fable. You have to see the orchard as an allegory of sex. Each tree in the orchard – and there are many – bears a different fruit. On the fringes they may be crisp and sharp, stimulating the taste buds. As you move on, succeeding trees offer other flavours, fleshy, juicy and ripe to be devoured. Finally, in the middle of the orchard stands the tallest tree, and on. Fir kuch din bad mai us ke ghar pe gaya.Us din us ka husband kaam se gaya hua tha aur usne salvar kamij pahni hui thi. Wo us dress mai bahut sexy lag rahi thi. Hum dono us ke room mai gaye aur jate hi us ke boobs par tut pada fir maine use kiss krna start kiya vo ve response de rhi the aur kah rhi the ki mujh aaj bahut pyar karo to mujh me aur josh aa gaya to maine us ka kamez fhad diya. Aur fir maine us ke bra ko utar diya aur us ke boobs chusne laga us ke boobs kafi bade the. Maine 15 mint. She had a very sexy face and was wearing a red dress that was tight in all the right places. “Rahul!” she cried out with a huge smile. “What a surprise. How have you been? You look great.” We chatted for a few minutes, then she asked, “What are you doing for lunch today?”“Actually I have something to do at lunchtime, but I’ll come back and we can talk again later this afternoon if you want.”“Sure,” she said. I turned and walked back to my office.Now, you may be wondering why I passed up a lunch.