Is It An Affair Under Construction?
The sweltering heat in the concrete jungle is horrendous and top that with the humidity of the maximum city, it becomes unbearable. Even with its drawbacks, I had learned to be appreciative of this concrete jungle, considering it provided me my bread and butter quite literally. My job entailed showing uber rich people unaffordable under construction flats and convincing them to buy them. This meant I had to bear the brunt of the extreme weather along with the dust of the site. These factors I could brave but the tantrums of these super rich was a different ball game altogether. Well, this story happened a few years back when I was showing a really expensive condominium to an ultra-rich middle-aged couple. I was waiting for them in the lobby of the under construction tower dragging cigarette after cigarette in the melting heat of late afternoon. The heat, the cigarettes, the hot winds, and the dust was pushing me in a foul mood with each passing minute. I tried calling them time and again but my calls went unanswered. Cursing under my breath, I decided to leave by the end of my current cigarette. As soon as I stubbed out my cigarette and looked up, I saw a high rolling car stop in front of me. From within stepped out a fair lady in her mid-thirties, tall, average built (not too thin), well endowed, long brown hair tied in a bun, big black sunglasses, long nose, pushed up cheek. She wore an olive green sleeveless knee length dress with buttons in the front and a black belt on the waist. To complement her look she was wearing black slippers and no jewelry. Not that I had not seen women as gorgeous as her before, but every time some dame stood in front of me I would be tongue-tied for a few seconds. So after some initial hesitation, stuttering and calming of nerves, I managed to exchange pleasantries. She definitely did not seem impressed. I asked, “Will your husband be joining us, madam? I have been trying to reach you both for a while.” The look on her face gave the impression that she was not interested in answering my questions and just wanted to get this done with. I guided her towards the lift and tried to get her interested in the deal by indulging in sycophancy. My indulgence was barely short of servitude. All through the journey upstairs in the lift, I barely took my eyes off her. The fact that I was in such close proximity with a hot lady in an enclosed space made my heart beat faster. The elevator was dimly lit and not very well ventilated considering it was still work in progress, which made us sweat profusely. I could feel my shirt clinging to my body and could observe the drops of sweat rolling down her arms and on her brow. As soon as we stepped out of the elevator a blast of hot air hit us, we squinted our eyes and moved towards our destination. I showed her around trying to help her visualize the accommodation after completion as much as I could. But she looked zoned out. When she finally spoke, she said, “Show me something on upper floors.” I said, “Those aren’t ready yet and the floors above are not accessible by the elevator. We will have to climb the stairs.” Without a word, she moved towards the stairs and started climbing them and I followed hurriedly. Since it was a Sunday, the site was sparsely occupied. By the time we stopped, I was drenched in sweat and panting lightly. She must have worked out regularly as I could not notice a hint of heavy breathing from her. Though she too was drenched. Her olive green dress had turned dark green near her top back and front. I could clearly make out the outline of her bra. Basically, there was no imagination required it was clearly visible. She caught me staring at her but chose to ignore. She started looking around which brought me back from my trance and I started speaking again helping her visualize the place. After a couple of minutes, she asked me for a smoke. I willingly obliged and also lit it for her. After she had taken a couple of drags, I started speaking again. But then she curtly said, “Shut the fuck up!” I wasn’t used to such uncouth language by a lady of her stature. I unwillingly obliged though there was an undying want to retort. We stood in silence for a while, she was busy smoking and looking at the vast expanse of the city from the vantage point the tower offered and me shamelessly letching at her. After a while, she turned around and signaled me for another one. I again gave one to her and lit it. The wait seemed unending and annoying but I really wanted to convert this deal desperately. After she stubbed her cigarette, she turned around and started walking towards me. I was dumbfounded staring at her approaching me. She was very close to staring me in the eyes. She pushed me aside with her arms and walked into another room. I stood there dumbstruck by her touch and then after a few moments went looking for her mutely. I found her in the room with the largest view sitting on a makeshift table. She had her sunglasses off and was looking in my direction with her kohl eyes. The Kohl seemed smudged from the distance either because of sweat or tears, I couldn’t say, but she looked mesmerizing. She was leaning back on her hands and her feet were dangling. She seemed to invite me. I walked up to her gauging her reaction but her expression remained unchanged. I gathered courage and walked up close to her. I was very close to her now. I could make out the tautness and flawlessness of her milky white skin. I slowly leaned in waiting for her to make the move. After a brief moment which seemed like an eternity for me, she leaned forward and smooched my lips. I fervently grabbed her face in my palms and started smooching. We were busy smooching with our hands roaming and feeling each other. I moved to the top of her dress and started unbuttoning it. Then my hands unbuckled her belt and lastly unbuttoned the rest of the dress.