It was July 4th, I was sitting in Starbucks sipping my favorite coffee. On the table I had my iPhone stylishly placed and scrolling through my Facebook feed. Suddenly somebody opened the door with such a thrust and grabbed all the three people sitting in the coffee shop. A clean shave guy with frame-less spectacles and tidy shirt tucked into a denim blue jeans. Overall he looks like an IT guy. He was slim and fit. Behind him, a woman who looked like his wife, entered the coffee shop in an Indian traditional dress. I was like, “ah, there she spoiled it” . Living in Europe with a guy smart like him, she could have worn a modern outfit. I went back to my Facebook feed, liking all those unwanted posts just to impress my friends.
After some time, when I tilted my head straight to give some relief to neck, I got eye-locked with the same woman I saw before. They came and occupied the table in front of me. The guy is sitting in front of me turning to the other side. And she facing to him as well as me. When I got eye-locked, I just looked somewhere else and again automatically looked her. Embarrassingly, she too did the same. Then I looked back to my phone and without turning my head sipped my coffee. She looked like a Punjabi girl. Maybe in her late 20’s. I always had a crush on these women because of the cheesy body they have. They are very fair and right amount of meat at the right places. But I can’t understand how she married this guy. I mean no harm, she would be lucky to get someone like him. Very smart-looking guy. But I thought these women are marrying big 6 foot tall guys with big beard and mustache and strong hands like men in wrestling.
OK, I made couple of short looks at her and their table without getting noticed. We all do that right? So, this guy has ordered coffee and she has ordered some sugary drink. Ya, i bet no chance for a coffee, these sugary drinks make these women looks like this. I smiled secretly and finished my coffee. I stood up, thanked my barista and took my iPhone and walked to the door with a 25% of my eye covering their area. I am sure she also just watched me walking near by them. I walked all the way back to my room. Friends have already started playing racing games in the play stations someone chatting with his new gf found in cam site. I sat with him some time to see how things are progressing and then came back to my bed, looking through the window. So boring. Nothing to do in a weekend. I am sorry, I am like that, I don’t drink, I don’t smoke, I don’t go for party. I watch movies, sometimes play video games but that cannot fill all the day. I don’t how long I had looked through the window thinking about how boring is the weekend, a reminder popped up in my iPhone. It read “pub night at 7”. I was like, “yeah pub night” with a sarcastic smile. I made this reminder 3 weeks before. Last two weeks went there and drank coke for 3 times the price of the regular one, and came back without even the luck of getting a serious look from any woman who came there. I had to admit that most of them where coming there as couple, and it would be difficult to get an attention, or they should have plans for a threesome with me. “ha ha” I can’t even imagine that, lol.
By 6.30 I went out of my house after a nice warm bath, I ran out of my Playboy perfume and had to depend on the Axe chocolate perfume from my friend. He said “hey that’s mine” I was like “cool down bro, I thought this perfume is no longer available to buy, SO… OLD’. Walking down the street taking unnecessary selfi and street photos in my phone, I almost dropped it from my hand. Lucky me, nothing happened. Put it back in my jacket and reached the pub. The boxers outside looked me with a raised eyebrow, and I am like “chill guys, I am a regular customer of yours now a days’ (though I only drink coke and leave the bar). The place was quiet busy this weekend. This is so unusual from my two weeks of experience here. After its been a month only I had been in this town and I am gradually picking up the culture and crowd here. All the bar stools were busy and I had to stand awkwardly for so long. There are a lot of good chicks this evening. Nice asses and breasts. Ah, well I rarely say boobs, because I feel it more like a cartoon term. Breasts, the British way makes it more measurable and organic. OK, here I am sweating. All these women are with handsome guys; young, old, very old, ‘ah.. these girls are too young to handle this much old guys’ and a couple of women are having younger lads with them too. Ok so the very old guys and the young guys with mature women; both grabbed my attention. I had a slight harden on seeing this with the slightly increasing beats in the background.
Ok, so I got a seat here. Ran to the seat and raised my index finger and quickly the bartender identified me and sarcastically said, ‘Coke?’ I said ‘yeah’.
I don’t know whether this guy actually called me a Cock or said Coke. Whatever, I turned to the side women are dancing and enjoying with their mates. There are few times the thing called Luck strikes through thin air. The first occurrence is going to happen here. While he served the coke, a pretty woman came near by me to grab a cocktail. Before I even look at her, the bartender did the spell on me. ‘ where is the super sexy girl friend of yours, didn’t see her today!’ That dick head definitely mocked me. I didn’t let it pass, I said, ‘she is late, I am only here for now’. He smiled and went back, knowing that was just a poor joke from me. But I was not knowing that the woman who just came for the cocktail was listening both of us. When I turned around on my bar stool with the coke, she just told me ‘ you don’t look sad’. I said ‘what?…I didn’t get you’.
She introduced herself to me, ‘I am Catherine’ and her husband just came there and she introduced him to me too. ‘Mark, my husband’.
Catherine is exactly my height, European blonde, probably in her 30’s wearing a dark blue thin t-shirt where I can see the outline of a perfect round breast smoothly wrapped inside and a denim white shorts. Mark is wearing a white stripe shirt with two buttons left undid and beach type shorts with a hat on his head. I said hello to both and still stand stood just like that without knowing what she actually asked me in the first place. She repeated her question. ‘I was asking you, why you are not looking sad, as your girl friend didn’t show up’,
‘Girl…friend…which Girl friend?’ I asked her thinking who this woman is, and whether I know this woman from anywhere else before.
‘He just asked about your super sexy girl friend, i heard that’ she said.
Oh, the super…girl friend, my girl friend.. ah she .. she just got busy with some sort of thing, I don’t know’ I managed to stay on ground, knowing that this woman thought that I actually have a girl friend coming here to the pub. Nice work by the bar tender. He was just mocking me and this woman didn’t get it. I didn’t want to change that too. Anyway Catherine is not single. She got a husband and he is tall and strong.
‘Are you an Indian?’ she asked.
‘Yeah, I am’ I said
‘Could read that from the details of the hair grown on your face and chest’ Catherine said
Ooh, that was so fast. I had a low neck tee-shirt that revealed my chest hair, and she was fast enough to note all the locations of the hair told it right on my face without any hesitation. It gave me goose bumps and a 20% more erection to the junior guy who was already up a bit. Though I felt her like a pretty looking European, I didn’t look much.
‘Ah, everyone says so. Its common with our people..the hair thing’ I said.
‘Not very common’ Mark smiled discreetly and looked at Catherine. I didn’t know why did he say so.
So they just shake their hands with me, had a little chat about where they are staying and I also opened up with them a little about myself.
After that they went back to the dancing floor. Oh…man..she got a hot ass. I felt like she is purposely shaking it up for me.
I felt a bit courage today thinking about whatever things happen. One white woman came to me and talked to me. And she was enjoying the conversation with me. And the hair part, mostly Indian girls don’t like it now a days, like the clean shave guy I have seen today morning in the coffee shop….yuk I can’t think them like men, maybe I can call them boys. Lol, no offense it’s just me. Once I finished the coke and about to leave, an Indian woman just entered through the main door in a long sleeve leopard print dress.
What the fuck? I know this woman. She seems new here, like looking all over the place and trying to understand how things work here and trying to fit in. She came to bar tender 3 seats from me. I know this woman man; can’t figure it out…Shit, it’s the Punjabi woman, yes I can remember her now. Fuck she is so hot in this dress. She looks so so gorgeous. My dream Indian woman with cheesy body. Ah…I can take my eyes off from her. I thought for a while and decided to go and say a ‘hi’ to her. Probable she is waiting for her husband to reach her, and he would he here somewhere. But I am ready to go and open a talk. If a European couple loved to start a conversation, and had those sexy looks at me, I am confident I can simply tackle an Indian woman. I went near her and said ‘hello’ bit loudly as the music is playing high i had to yell. She suddenly looked at me and said ‘hello..’ and looked me for a while and said ‘who are you? what you want? why are you talking to me?’
Yeah, that typical Indian woman. Too many questions and she already felt like I touched her somewhere. I said ‘i am Jerri. We met today morning in Starbucks’. ‘Oh, so you are that guy. are you stalking me?’ I lost my control. I said ‘ I didn’t stalk you. I regularly come here and never see you here before, so…I thought to come and meet you and your husband and say a hi’
‘husband who?’ she asked. This woman has all in questions, nothing she needs to tell me it seems.
She said ‘Oh you mean the guy with me at Starbucks, that’s not my husband, how dare you think that way?’
‘Ok my dear, I thought it was your husband and honestly he was not a better fit either’ …woof I never told this boldly to a woman before, but it just came from me. She didn’t say anything and just left the bar. My face became red. I followed her outside and called her from behind in the walkway. ‘Sorry if I was mean to you. It just came from my mouth. Look I was here to get someone for date night, have fun and go’ I just told her exactly what I was looking for…shit. She just laughed at it and said, ‘Silly guy, you think you can get someone who easily. all of them were english people inside the pub, i guess we were the only two Asians around here.’
‘Yeah, which makes it tough for you too to get an English man’ I said.
She is like, she doesn’t know what to say. and was grinding her teeth with anger and distress.
At this time somebody called me from far ‘Jerri, are you guys ok there?’ It’s Catherine. She and her husband is standing outside the pub and walking towards us. And this Punjabi woman is looking at me with shock seeing a pretty European woman is asking me whether I am ok. So this is my chance to show to this woman. I just waved my hand to her and said in a loud voice, Its alright Cathy’…oops, I just called her Cathy. Whatever, just came out from my mouth in an act of showing European connections in front of my Punjabi woman. They approached us and Cathy hold my hand and told me that, your girl friend is super sexy.
Our Indian woman got shocked to hear that, your girl friend?…and too such a beautiful blonde is calling me super sexy?..she didn’t know what to say and stood there like that. At that time Cathy called me to walk a bit far from there to say something in personal. I just moved with her and Mark started talking to the Punjabi woman. Cathy told me ‘Jerri, firs of all, she is really a sexy Indian, and I should admit that Mark really liked her. I am sure it wont be a problem for you. Mostly Indians are not like that, but you seems like our type..or maybe i felt so.’
I don’t know what to say for that, because I didn’t get it fully. But i understood the part that Mark liked her and would even love to flirt with her, or maybe something more. But where is Cathy heading to? I don’t know.
Cathy continued, ‘we have an apartment here, it’s a 15 minutes walk from here, if you would like to join us we have a proposal’
I didn’t say anything to that , and was waiting for the proposal. She continued ‘..ummm…we like swinging and how comfortable are you with that?’
Ok, wait…what the bloody…bloody fuck? they want to swing, and which means, I vs Catherine and Mark vs Punjabi. Oh, my hairs from hair to pubic went up and standing still for my command. My semi hard dick is breaking the tent inside the boxer already. I love that more than a fantasy, but how can i say yes, because Punjabi has nothing to do with me. She is not my girl friend or anything. Blood is flowing fast through my veins…I need to say something. Catherine continued, ‘Jerri….Jerri…you didn’t say anything…you are not liking this idea about swinging or you didn’t see me attractive, or Mark…its alright whatever is it, you can say, no strings attached. We don’t have a problem, if it is a big No’ .
‘ No..No…i mean Yes..Yes….ah…..I need to talk to my girl, and will tell you…but …your are not just attractive, but a white blonde beautiful sexy bitch…’ oops…i just called her bitch….i put my palm on my forehead and said…’ ah….sorry …for calling you like that…i didn’t mean so…’ Guys, the fact was that, when i looked at her, she was biting her corner lips in a sexy way and smiling at me… and said ‘No…totally fine….that’s fucking fine for me…Jerri….Go and talk to your girl friend’
I walked to my so-called girl friend, thinking all about what’s happening now….Oh..man…I can’t believe this. I approached her and saw both laughing there. She was acting in front of him like, look at me I am beautiful than your wife… I said ‘hey’ (because i still don’t know the name of my girl friend…what the fuck).
Then Mark stepped back, and I hold the hand of her and moved her to the side. She slapped on my hand and was asking me, ‘how dare you hold my hand?’ Ok big woman, here is the deal, you like my friend’s husband and I would like to have a night with my European woman. So we both make deal tonight. They think you are my girl friend and would like to make a swap with them. If you say yes, you get the tall hung European guy, and I get the slutty European woman. Your call’.
She said ‘What the f….’ and kept her mouth open like that for a minute loosing her mind on what she is hearing about.
I am waiting for her to answer. Because I know if she is not willing,it is not going to happen. Catherine somehow like me but it is not going to happen any further, if this woman is not agreeing on the deal. She said, ‘I need to think’
If you want to think stand under this tree and think the night, and we all walk to our own apartments. You know it is difficult for me to get a chance like this, I agree. And for you too. Do you think you can come to the pub next day also and the other week and so on and find someone to chat with at least. You have seen it there. No one is there as single. Everybody out there is a couple. And they wont add you to them unless they are looking for a threesome. And even if you get that chance you have no idea where they are taking you to. This case I am also coming with you. And if anything happens to you, I assure your safety. Because I am from your country. If something goes south, I will cover you and we both walk back.’ I don’t know how I got the courage to speak like a big guy here. All her response to my speech was, ‘My name is Simran. I am 34 years old. i am not married. The jerk you saw that day was just a date and nothing much.’
I got shocked. What the hell. So we are getting on a deal. ‘ Are we find, can we walk like lovers, till we reach their home, or else the plan fails.’ She nodded her head and said, ‘ I am agreeing to this because the fact that this is a switch and not going to happen anything between we two.’ I said ‘Yeah dear, I know that, but I should tell you this, I am a fan of Punjabi women and especially a figure that you keep up, you are definitely super sexy, maybe not my girl friend, but …..beautifully sexy.’ i could see sparkling light in her eyes and i smiled at her, she didn’t smile though. We both hold our hands together and walked to Mark and said, ‘don’t you guys wanna invite us to your home?’
Since this is a real story, I have to write every detail of it. I am writing the rest of this story as you read. Therefore please show some patience and wait for the next chapter that comes in a couple of days to you. Let me know your feedback via jerri.bud in skipe or [email protected]
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