It was a hot April afternoon in Delhi.The temperature had begun rising. I had attended a party last evening at a farmhouse in Meharuli where I had chance to meet this gentleman who was a Captain in the army. His name was Vikrant.I had instantly got attracted to him. His nature was jovial and gentle. He was very fair, from Punjabi background, and tall. Talking to him I came to know that he was also dabbling in photography. He had set up a small studio in his apartment in cantonment area where he was doing tabletop photography for some of his friends purely out of hobby. As I also have keen interest in photography, I asked him if I could see his work. At that point of time, my husband was in the process of making a catalogue for his industrial products. So I thought that I could help him as well as get some decent deal for my hubby. But before that I wanted to be sure of his calibre as a photographer.

So Vikrant had invited me to his house that afternoon.

I had a nice sleep the previous night. I was fresh and fragrant after a great bath session of half an hour. I had decided that I would weare a sleeveless blouse and saree today, which incidently is my favourite costume. Now the peculiar thing with this outfit is that you should be absolutely clean in your underarms, else men can get put off with you. I had therefore cleaned whatever little growth of hair I had on my bagals. I must however admit that at times I have found that it was the slight undergrowth of hair in my underarms that had driven many a male crazy with lust. But I thought that Vikrant would be more amenable to clean shaven armpits, I dont know why.

My daughter was left in the custody of the maid. She had taken her out to the zoo. As usual hubby had packed off for his office for the day. He would return only at eight in the evening.

I wanted to ake real pain in getting made up, as subconsciously I wanted to impress Vikrant. So I headed for my bedroom where my dressing table was also located.

I had just shampooed my silky smooth hair. So the first task was to dry and set them. This took fifteen minutes but then they were shining in all their glory ready to work their wonders on any male's heart. I have adored my lustrous hair as one of my greatest assets in charming a male. I have found greast satisfaction on my partners face when he caresses my silky tresses and when he watches them wave rhythmically when we make love. I also took care to apply a really intoxicating hair spray before I turned my attention to my other makeup needs.

I was looking at myself in the mirror was felt a deep wave of sympathy for Vikrant go down my heart for all the atrocities my beautiful and shapely body was ging to inflict on him today. Poor creature, I thought, he will be at my mercy for the rest of his life.

Well, I had not much time left now. So quickly I removed my nightie and got myself dressen in a imported black bra panty set my hubby had brought from Bangkok. It was nice and sexy. Applied a Parisian perfume all over my body and covered it with talcum powder. Then I took out my choicest saree blouse set from the cupboard and got dresses. The blouse had a real low back and great front cut which exposed almost sixty percent of my magnificent and maansal breasts. My shapely firm back was also a piece of attraction in this costume. The saree was light green in coloue. The blouse was matching and very sheer showing my bra straps absolutely clearly.

I cold not resist admiring myself when I looked at the mirror. My tall 5 feet 6 inch height made my 38 size breasts and 37-inch bottom look perfectly proportionate. Fair complexion was glowing with an aura of health. My face was a piece of attraction...inviting, seductive and charming. My eyes deep and sensuous extended an open invitation to their prey, treacherously revealing the tremendous pyaas that my body managed to hide. They were lined with maskara. My lips were full, bloodred waiting to be caressed and loved.

Even I loved the shape of my longish deep belly button...my nabhi. My hubby likes my navel the most and spends hours playing with it. Pouring honey in it and using his tongue to clean it. At times I suspect that a female's navel reminds males of her similarly shaped more intimate organs. Thats perhaps the reason the navel is such a desirable object for them. Today as always my saree was tied well below my navel revealing its shape fully to the beholder. My navel attracted the attention of my man to it like a strong magnet. It also did me another favour by accentuating the flatness yet just a slight fleshiness of my tummy and the curvaceousness of my waist. Poor Vikrant, I thought, won't be able to get out of the vortex of my nabhi.

Once again I applied a generous quantity of perfume over my underarms and also on mybreasts. I was now like a fragrant garden...fresh and ready to be experienced.

I started out exactly at 12:30. It was a hot afternoon. I took out my Maruti Esteem and put on the ac. I also put on a sexy western music cassette. I could feel that one of my neighbours; Mr Arora was watching me with curiosity. That was his habit. He was a free ion having taken voluntary retirement from his bank. I suspected that he lusted after me. I closed the dark windowpanes of the car and began my journey to Vikrants studio.

It was exactly 1 pm when I reached his cottage.

As expected Vikrant was eagerly waiting for me. I could see the relief in his eyes when I arrived. Instinctively I could feel his eyes survey each and every contour of my milkwhite supple body. His eyes rested for a while on my smooth arms and armpits then teavelled down to my belly button and got lost in my silky hair. I was wearing dark sunglasses. So though he could not se my eyes I could see his. I could fel his eyes caress my assets with love and lust.

I had decided that I shall not allow him to go beyond a few kisses at most today. There was great excitement in making a man go mad after you. In increasing his pyaas and not fulfilling it. That was a game I loved to play and was adept at. I would perhaps even allow him to take me in his arms and caress me. But certainly I was not going to allow him to disrobe me today. That I was going to reserve for next week when my hubby was to go for a couple of days to Mumbai for his official work. I had decided that today I shall stroke the fire in Vikrant so that next week we shall have two entire nights to explore each other in totality. But for that to be successful today I shall have to exercise total control and poor Vikrant shall have to remain pyassa. Well that was my style.