A Bengali beauty and Kerala Rain

Note: I wrote it, more dialogue based, please do read patiently. The sex comes a bit late, but hopefully it will be worth it. Being a filmmaker, I wrote it more like a scene, hopefully I am successful in arousing you. This is a part fiction, part reality story. 

The rain came pouring down, hitting the windshield of my car, in a feverish rhythm. The closed atmosphere of the air-conditioned car took out the sounds of the wind and the trees, outside. All I could hear was the not so pleasant sound of the viper going at its full speed. The rain in Kerala, outside of its urban cities is still pretty beautiful.
I live in a small town, about twenty kms away from the hustle and bustle of Ernakulam city. I drive a very small car, Tata’s new electric offering. Even though I enjoy driving in the rain, this time, but I was looking ahead to reaching home, after having attended a small meeting, to try and pitch for my new film with a potential producer.


I am a film director, who, after many years of struggle made one feature film and released it in theatres. It didn’t do that well, so an offer to direct the next one, was not coming in quick succession. After few months and lot of script reading, I am on the verge of getting the next project on. I am Suraj, and I am 46 years old, married with two children. They are studying in 9th and 7th respectively. My wife is a teacher and our kids go to the same school where she teaches.



After another silly delay in trying to find parking in our own flat complex, I entered my flat, and was delightfully surprised to see, along with my wife, one of her colleagues sitting there. Her name is Arpita, a Bengali beauty, I should add, settled here since a long time. Arpita knows the language and the culture. Her husband works at a bank, I don’t remember which. One thing I do remember and won’t forget is that, Arpita is a very voluptuous woman, in her late thirties.


My wife is also a good-looking woman, but as it happens when you enter the mid-forties, our sex life is on the wean. She has lot of tension from school and I have lot more tension trying to get my film projects going. We have a normal once a week bang bang, sometime twice, and if not taken seriously soon, that number surely will reduce.


I have to say that I look good with a figure that I maintain a bit by doing exercises regularly and playing badminton in our flat complex. Nothing to make heads turn, as I am also getting a small paunch, which I need to get rid of soon.
I was happy to see Arpita. A beautiful sight for sore eyes. She was wearing a black saree, with a red border, and a black blouse, that complimented her skin and made it stand out. I could see the small curve of her midriff as and when the saree flipped in the breeze from the fan. Also, the saree and blouse were a bit wet, probably she got drenched a bit in the rain. I noticed all this before I kept my things away and sat down with the two of them. Arpita smiled and spoke sweetly, she stays about 10 kms away from where we are and I understood that she had come alone for shopping nearby. My wife had seen her in the market and had invited her home.


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