I woke up late on Sunday morning. The medicinal cream had done some good to me too. The soreness and inflammation on my penis had disappeared. After having a late breakfast and spending a lazy morning lolling around and reading the newspaper, I got ready. I reached the coffee shop at around one o'clock in the afternoon. Swati was nowhere to be seen.

I chose a small square table for four in a shielded nook. The table was located in a corner formed by two walls. There was an angled sofa along the walls and two dining chairs along the two opposite sides of the table. A large tablecloth hung down at least a couple of feet from the table top. I seated myself on the sofa with my back against a wall. Although the table was located in an unobtrusive nook, I had a clear view across the restaurant from my seat. I explained to the maitré that I was expecting a lady friend and asked him to guide her to my table when she arrived. I was ravenously hungry again and ordered a ham & cheese omelet and toast. Swati appeared just when I had polished off the omelet and was about to order coffee.

"Hello! Boy, you look gorgeous!" I exclaimed, taking her in as she stood, waiting to be seated.

She was wearing a special wedding outfit; a heavy Benares brocade sari and a matching blouse. She wore beautiful, intricately crafted gold ornaments around her neck, in her ears, on her wrists almost up to the elbows and also around her upper arms. There was a tiny diamond stud in her nose. A tinkling sound accompanying her movements indicated that she also wore anklets with tiny bells. Her flowing sari almost swept the floor. The pallu of the sari was wrapped securely around her shoulders. Not an inch of skin was visible except for her face, neck and forearms; quite a contrast with the daring ghagra-choli she had worn the previous night. And yet, she looked as attractive and sexy as ever.

"Thank you!" She beamed at my compliment as she sat down next to me on the adjoining seat, on the sofa along the other wall. We sat quite close to each other; her knees brushed mine and we could look at each other without craning our necks.

"How did the wedding go?" I asked.

"Oh it was wonderful! Priyanka looked so happy & beautiful!" She exclaimed.

"Have you had lunch yet?" I enquired.

"Actually, the wedding feast is right now going on. But I am not hungry. I sneaked out to be with you here!" She said.

"Good! Let's order something for you then." I offered. We decided to order a fresh lime juice for her; she would perhaps eat something a bit later.

"So, what's your schedule?" I asked.

"There is going to be a reception in the evening. Later in the night, there will be the bidaai (farewell to the bride) and Priyanka will leave for her sasural (her in-laws' home). She & her husband will be flying out on their honeymoon tomorrow." Swati told me.

"That means you are going to be busy till late in the night." I said.

"That's the original plan." She said. Did that mean she was thinking of changing the plan? A faint hope arose in my heart.

"Swati, could you not excuse yourself from the evening revelries? Maybe you could say you are unwell or that something important has come up." I suggested hopefully.

"And why should I do that?" She enquired, arching a naughty brow.

"So that you could curl up with a nice book and go early to bed, like a good girl." I said sarcastically. She responded with peals of laughter.

"And when are you returning to Delhi?" I enquired.

"Actually I have to meet a big client tomorrow. After the meeting I am catching the early evening flight." She replied.

"Where is the meeting going to be?" I asked. She named an address not very far from the airport.

"That's great! Let's check you out of the crummy MLA's Hostel and move to a nice hotel in Juhu. That will be most convenient for you. Please say yes, Swati! I want to spend the night with you." I pleaded with her.

"Hmm... Let me think about it. What happens if the hotels in Juhu are all full? Will you take me to your room then?" She asked.

"Well, I am sure that won't happen. But just to be certain, I'll right away go to Juhu and book a room in a good hotel." I said.

In those days, telephones in Mumbai were notoriously unreliable and besides I wasn't even sure whether a hotel would accept a telephonic request for reservation from an unknown person. I was about to signal the waiter to bring our check when Swati stopped me.

"Relax, Sameer. I've already arranged everything." Swati said with a naughty smile.

"My God, you mean you already thought of all that?" I exclaimed.

"Great people think alike, you know!" She responded.

"And fools seldom differ!" I completed the proverb. Both of us burst into laughter.

"By the way, where is that driver of yours? I don't want him to see us together; otherwise your Dad will soon come to know." I said.

"Oh my God, I hadn't thought of that! I'll release him as soon as we've eaten." She said, biting her tongue.

Her face was flushed. I felt her hand creeping into mine & holding it tight. It was warm and moist. I responded by holding it between both my hands and squeezing it. I then opened her hand and ran my thumb in circles around her palm. I immediately sensed a change in her breathing and she quickly withdrew her hand.

"Sameer, how are you today? Did you sleep well?" She asked.

"Oh yes! I'm feeling on top of the world. I slept very well!" I announced cheerfully.

"And what about you? Are you feeling better now?" I asked, referring obliquely to the itch she was suffering from yesterday.

"Oh... that... that is fine now." She said, coloring at the memory of our little run-in on the previous evening.

"Great! That cream did some good to me too!" I responded. Her blush deepened and she pinched my thigh.

"Did you get a good night's sleep too?" I enquired.

"No... actually I didn't sleep too well. In fact I kept tossing and turning all the time." She responded, looking at the tablecloth. I noticed dark circles under her eyes, camouflaged by the expertly done makeup.

"What's the matter? Don't tell me there are bedbugs in this hotel!" I joked.

"Of course not, silly! Can't you guess the reason?" She asked archly.

"Ah! I see!" I exclaimed as the penny dropped.

"I missed you..." She whispered, looking into my eyes and then quickly averting her gaze.

"I wanted to be in your arms..." She continued, staring at the tablecloth.

"Yes..." I prompted her, my cock stirring to life.

"Wanted your lips on mine..." She went on in a barely audible whisper.

"Go on!" I said hoarsely. I felt her hand on my thigh.

"I wanted your arms to crush me in your embrace... make me breathless..." She continued.

"And?" I encouraged her. I felt her hand creep up my thigh towards my crotch.

"My... my ni... nipples ached for your touch." She said, a blush spreading on her face, her eyes still staring at the tablecloth. I grabbed her hand, opened it and placed it on my crotch. Her palm must have felt the heat of my erect cock through my trousers.

"Look at me! Are your nipples aching now?" I asked hoarsely, pressing her hand against my crotch.

"Yes!" She responded, looking directly into my eyes.

"Is your cunt wet?" I asked in a low whisper.

"Unh... yes." She said, unable to suppress a small moan. She made no objection to my explicit language.

"Are you ready to take my cock right now?" I provoked her. She silently nodded her assent.

"Will you let me fuck you now, on this table, with all these people looking on?" I challenged her, looking around us. The coffee shop was quite crowded, though not full. Nobody seemed to be paying attention to us.

"Yes!" She whispered boldly. Her eyes glittered, her face was flushed and the eyelids were inflamed. Her hand continued to stroke my crotch.

"Are you sure? You won't back down?" I egged her on, trying to test how far she would go.

"I... I'm sure!" She answered. Both of were completely crazed with lust at that point.

"Let's do it then!" I moved as if to get up.

"I am ready!" She responded. Her hand braced itself on my thigh and she moved to get up too. It was clear that she meant what she said.

"Swati, Let's sit down!" I was forced to back down. She had won the test of nerves. Even so, I could actually see disappointment on her face.

"But I am going to do you later today, come hell or high water. That's a promise." I said.

"Yes." She nodded.

"Do you know what I want to do right now?" I asked.

"What?" She queried.

"I want to smell your cunt! And I want to smell your breasts too!" I said.

"What!" She exclaimed, astonished.

"Just wait here a minute." I told her.

I got up and went to the pastry counter. I explained to the girl at the counter that I needed a small paper bag to hold a little gift for my lady friend. I returned with a paper bag printed with the hotel monogram. The waiter had just arrived with our order of coffee and fresh lime juice.

"Swati, listen. Please go to the ladies room, take off your panties & bra and bring them back for me in this bag." I instructed her.

"Sameer, we shouldn't!" She demurred rather unconvincingly.

"Why not?" I demanded.

"Oh...I don't know. But please don't make me take off my bra. My nipples are so tender; they will get bruised by the brocade blouse." She said.

"Alright. In that case, stuff this handkerchief in your blouse and return it to me after a while." I told her, proffering my handkerchief.

She stuffed the handkerchief between her breasts after taking a quick look around. She securely wrapped her pallu around her shoulders and went to the ladies room. She returned perhaps ten minutes later. There was a half smile on her flushed face. Her eyes were heavy lidded and she was panting as if she had just climbed a couple of flights of stairs. She sat down heavily beside me, wiped her brow and took a sip of juice. She then placed the paper bag in my outstretched hand.