A Love Making Saga With Marketing Manager Garima
Hi all, I am back with another exciting escapade of mine that happened a few months back. For those of you reading my story for the first time, I am Amit, 39 years old and from Mumbai. I am 5’10” tall, athletic built, fairly good looking and have big eyes. I am an adventure freak and love to travel. This incident happened recently on a business trip to Delhi. I had a meeting with the MD of a company and had earlier got this fixed through the marketing manager, whose was Garima. I hadn’t seen her but had built a good rapport with her over telephonic discussions. The day came when I flew to Delhi for this meeting. After reaching their office in Gurgaon, I was waiting at the reception. I was busy reading a magazine when I heard a sweet voice, “Are you Amit?” I looked up to see a tall, fair, slim and attractive lady talking. Quickly, I replied in the affirmative. She replied, “Hi, I am Garima”. I froze for a moment as I never imagined her to be like this. I always thought she may be some aunty-type female. Well, I was lost and then she asked me if all is ok. I just smiled back and looked deeply into her eyes. Something had already started to happen to me. She took me to the conference room and asked me to wait as the MD would join shortly. She got me a coffee and left. I was mesmerized and thought to myself that I need to extend a hand of friendship to Garima. Soon the MD came and Garima too participated in the meeting. I had a presentation to make and while at it, my eyes were glued to Garima. She was wearing a grey blazer with a white shirt inside. Now to describe her, she is around 5’6″, slim, fair, greenish eyes, sharp features, and medium hair. She had a great figure and was 35 years old. All through the presentation, she was hearing me attentively and also smiling intermittently. It seemed she was impressed. The meeting went well and the MD left as he had a flight to catch. Now, it was me and Garima. It started with official talks and then slowly went on to personal. We shared our backgrounds, family, likes, dislikes and a few things. We were gelling well. I learned that she is married, like me and has a kid too. I was surprised as she just didn’t look like a mother. So I complimented her, A: Garima, you don’t look your age or even a mother. Seriously! G: Even you don’t look like one. You look like a 30-year-old guy. Guess there are very few people like us. A: Maybe, but you are also very fit, physically. Do you work out? G: Hardly get time for it. But I catch up on some Yoga whenever I have the time. A: Great, I too practice Surya Namaskar. We got on talking on various issues. That moment, we became good friends. Finally, I took leave and on my way back, I received a WhatsApp message from her that read, “Have a safe flight”, and there was a smiley too. I smiled back and that was how our electronic communication began. We chatted almost daily, on a variety of topics. Somehow, we liked each other’s company and felt some warmth. Garima was getting more and more comfortable with me. Once she was visiting Mumbai for some work. We planned a dinner together. I took her to a nice restaurant and we talked a lot. Garima looked charming that evening and I told her that. She just blushed and returned the compliment saying that I looked quite dashing myself. The seeds were sown but I didn’t want to hurry into anything. After dinner, we just walked around for some time and I dropped her back at her hotel. After getting out of the car, we looked at each other and hugged. That hug was a long one. We didn’t say much but felt a close connection brewing. I bid her goodbye and left from there. We continued our Whatsapp chats which were full of humor, philosophy and sharing our lives. She invited me to her place on my next visit to Delhi. We planned it out and the day came when I traveled again. We decided to meet on Saturday and spend the entire day together. I met Garima on Saturday afternoon at Cyber Hub, Gurgaon. She looked stunning in a black one-piece with a low neck and a long slit below. I was bowled over. My expression made her burst into a laughter and she asked me, G: What happened? You ok? A: No. You have decided to kill me today. How can I be ok with that? G: (giggling) Kuchh bhi! What have I done? A: Just look at you. I am bowled over. G: OK OK, calm down, let’s go shopping. We spent the evening roaming, chatting, laughing, staring etc. Our dinner was at Garima’s house. When we reached there, I found her alone. When I enquired about her family, husband etc, she kept quiet. A: Garima? Anything wrong? G: Nope. I live here alone, with my son. He has gone to stay with my Mom today. A: Your husband? G: We don’t live together. It is a long story. A: Oh! Never mind, I am not probing it either. How do you manage all alone? G: Got used to it since the last 4 years. Garima was a decent woman, I sensed that she was missing that love in her life. She was not the kinds that would sleep with anyone just to satisfy her needs. She was sensible and self-respecting. But after getting friendly with me, I guess she had some ideas. It seemed to me that she had planned this day. I was pleased to know that. We had dinner and she showed me her flat. We were sipping wine too. Slowly, the wine started working and Garima got emotional. She was in tears as she was narrating her ordeal with life. I consoled her and put my arm around her shoulder. She slowly rested her head on my shoulder. We sat looking out of the balcony. I kept my hand on hers and could feel her breath getting faster. It was a moment of silence. We didn’t talk. After a while, I looked at her. She lifted her face and our eyes met. Her luscious lips were too inviting and I did not waste any time in pairing them with mine. She responded positively to it. We kissed like long lost lovers and it continued for a while. The kiss got Garima turned on.