Belle du Jour ! Chance Encounter

Dear Readers , this is about a girl, some one whom I knew in college. Her name was Nupur and she was a very good looking sober girl belonging to a middle-class family. She had nice slim body with shapely breasts. She was a student of B.Sc. Botany and most of the time she was found hanging around in the big garden that our University had. Most of the college guys were after her trying to impress her with their bikes, money and even cars but she was always concentrating on her studies. A girl who was in her group knew me and told me once that she has no father and her mother stitches clothes to make ends meet. Nupur had an ambition to have a good career so that she could take care of her younger siblings. In her spare time she was taking tuition classes for 10+ students.

I admired Nupur from a distance, being a very shy guy myself I dint have the guts to walk up to a girl and say Hi. Somehow I had a liking for her and every time I used to pass Nupur in college, my heart started beating in my throat. Once she was passing by and something fell from the books she was holding. I picked it up and with a lump in my throat called behind her ,”Nnnnnupur ! I think u dddroped this !” It was a photo. She turned around, looked surprised, then walked upto me and took it from my extended trembling hands. She said, Thanks, its my younger brother Mayank. He is 9 years old. She smiled at me and went away. That day I felt as if a million fireworks exploded in front of me. I never forgot that smile she gave me that day. 

Time passed and we all went our way. I took over my fathers business when he died and I was traveling a lot in connection of my work. I always used to wonder where Nupur would be, and by now she must have married and become a mother of a few kids etc etc. I overcame my shyness and found myself comfortable in women’s company. In fact I had a great time with women of all countries that I visited. Once I went to Mumbai and my agent in Mumbai as usual took me to a Dance Bar. There were 5-6 girls on the floor dancing and trying to attract clients. After a few minutes one plump looking girl came on the floor. She had a nice body and was wearing Moroccan belly dancer’s attire. Her movements were different from the street gestures other girls were making.

It took me long to divert my focus from her voluptuous body to her face and oh my God ! She looked like Nupur. I had had a couple of drinks by then and I thought all good looking girls look like Nupur tome these days, I was may be over-obsessed with her. I took of my specs and cleaned them and again looked at her face, She WAS Nupur. I told my agent if I could have that girl for the night. He went and spoke to some one and told me it was done for 20000 rupees. He told me to hang around in the bar for a while and at 11 pm she will be in my room at my hotel.

I could hardly sit in that bar, I gulped my drinks and ran out of the bar, telling my agent to ensure at any cost that she comes to my room. My agent was surprised,” What do us ee in that girl partner? There are other girls much slimmer than her!” I told him I wanted this girl only.

It was around 11 pm and she hadn’t come. I was thinking may be Nupur is not the kind of girl to come to rooms and may be she is only into dancing. Suddenly the door bell rang, it was her. I said Hi and asked her to come in. She smiled at me. God !!!!! It was the same million-dollar smile. I was surprised that she hadn’t recognized me, may be because I wasn’t wearing specs in college. She was now dressed in a black saree with glittering swarowski crystals on it. She looked like a greek Goddess to me. I asked her what she would like to drink. She said,” Listen my dear, lets not waste time, u know why I am here so lets get down to work!” I was kind of shocked, she had become so cold-blooded professional?

I stood very near to her and took her in my arms. Here was the body that I would have given my left arm to embrace, and it was mine tonite for 20000 bucks ! I started unwrapping her saree, and despite of having made love to several women, I found my hands were still sweating. After all, she was my first love and I had remained a bachelor in her memory. She had a nice fitting blouse and I unbuttoned it, to expose a nice lace bra. She started unbuttoning my shirt and soon my pants were down too. I took her in my arms again and put her on the bed. Her taste for lingerie was remarkable, she was in Victorias Secret matching set and she was wearing a nice flowery perfume.

I dug my nose into her cleavage, cupping a boob in my palm. I tried to kiss her to which she said no. “No mouth to mouth and No Oral please “ , She said ! I was disappointed but unhooked her bra. Suddenly the most wonderful pair of breasts I had seen popped out in front of me. I started kissing them madly, sucking on one nipple and pinching the other between my fingers. She grasped my cock and started squeezing it. I started circling my tongue over her nipples and ran my tongue over her mounds, between them, all the way down to her navel and pushed it into her navel. She giggled ! “It tickles”, she said,”I like your style Babu!” I dint want to tell her my name. I explored her underbelly with my tongue a little further and reached the elastic waistband of her panty. I gasped it in my teeth and rolled it down to her knees. She had trimmed her pussy hair and it looked so beautiful. I was about to push my tongue onto her clitoris when she stopped me.”You know I sleep with so many people, u might catch a disease!”, she said. I asked,”why are u so concerned about me, after all we are gonna be together for a coupel of hours only, isn’t it ?”

“I don’t know Babu, but I like you!”
“You must be saying this to every one don’t u !”, I said.
The moment I said that, her face went ashen. ”Thanks for reminding me I am a whore!” 
“I am sorry, I dint mean that!”
I hugged her closely and put a kiss on her cheeks, and then put my lips on hers. This time she dint object and started kissing me back. Our tongues started exploring each others mouth.
I started fingering her clit and suddenly her pussy was over flowing with juices. 
“I cant wait Babu, come on !”
I took off my boxer shorts and she admiringly looked at my seven plus cock.
“I would love if you could suck me!!”
She hesitated for a moment, and then caught hold of my dick and took it into her luscious lips. She gave me a suck of my life. While she was sucking, I was finegr her pussy, and dipping my fingers in her juice, I shoved one finger in her asshole. She was startled for a moment,”don’t tell me u want that !”
“I would love to!”, I said.
“But I have never done that, I think it will hurt!”
“No honey, you don’t worry, I would never think of hurting you even in my dreams!”
“Uh ?”, she was startled and look at me suspiciously.
Realising I had treaded on dangerous grounds, I changed the topic,”Don’t worry, we will see how to manage that!” I kept massaging her rear hole with my finger and then turned her on her tummy, on all fours. I opened her ass cheeks with my hands and put my dick onto her well massaged ass-hole and tried to shove in. After some difficulty it went in about a quarter. She screamed ! I ignored it and taking it lil out went back more and in a few pushes I was home. Though she kept shouting but soon her shrieks changed to cries of joy and soon she began enjoying it. I extended one of my arms under her and caught hold of her dangling boobs and kneaded while pushing in and out of her lovely bum. “More ! Give me more Babu!”,she shouted.
I rammed her as hard as I could and after a while I came, squirting loads of cum in her ass.
I collapsed next to her and we both tried to catch our breath. In a while she lit a cigarette from her purse. “U smoke ?”, she asked me. I took the cigarette from her lips and extinguished it. 
“I don’t like u smoking,” I said !
“Hey ! Listen, you have bought me only for a couple of hours, don’t try to act like my Dad or my husband, ok ?”, she said !
“Do you have a husband?”
“How the hell does it matter to you ?”
“I am sorry, shouldn’t have asked you!”
I got up, opened a can of beer from the fridge and offered her. She took long gulps from it. She was looking marvelous, lying there, completely naked, propped on the pillow, her palms locked behind her head. She looked like the woman in the Goya’s famous painting The Naked Maja. 

This woman could have been an excellent housewife, a home maker, a mother to my kids I thought. But here she was, peddling her beauty for a few thousand rupees. What could have gone wrong, this question was churning in my mind.
“What are you thinking Babu?”
“My name is Sameer, not Babu!’
“Ok Sameer, what are you thinking, you think am I good ?”
She didn’t even wink an eyelid hearing my name. She definitely had no memories of our college days it seemed.
“You are wonderful!” I went over to the bed, kissed her on her cheeks, and then put my lips on to hers. She wrapped her arms around me and pulled me over her. We kissed each other like mad. My dick was ready and without much foreplay, I opened her legs with my hands. She caught hold of my dick and inserted it in her wet vagina. She raised her legs and wrapped them around my waist. I started pumping into her, and with each push she rhymed herself so she was also pushing from below. We went on and on until she dug her nails in my back and suddenly clasped my body in a very tight embrace. I shuddered and came after a couple of pushes. We were sweating profusely and kept lying in that position for some time.

Suddenly she shook her self free from me and said she wanted to go as it was time for her to go. She started dressing up and I was watching her, wrapping that marble statuette in that gorgeous black saree. 
Suddenly I asked,” How is Mayank !”
“What ?????”, the saree fell from her hands to the floor.
“Who are you? How do you know Mayank !” she was shocked, frozen.
“I am Sameer, we were in college together Nupur !”
“Oh God!” She slumped in the sofa next to her.
I went up to her and took her in my arms. She hid her face in my chest and burst out crying. I tried to lift her face in my hands but she dug her face deeper and deeper into my chest.
I kneeled down near the sofa and sat with my hands on her knees. 
“Do you remember our college days, Nupur !”
“Yes” She said sobbingly,”I am so ashamed to be found like this!”
“Noooo ! Don’t say that Nupur!”, I said, “I still respect you!”

She started narrating to me how she fell into this vicious trap. Her brother was found to suffering from Thalassemia and she needed money for his treatment. A notorious but rich guy in our college came to know of this and showed her sympathy and promised her to get some job. He told her she was good for modeling and some how tricked her into some nude pictures. Then he started blackmailing her and finally she landed up being a hooker.

I embraced her tear-soaked face and said,” Nupur, I did not have the courage to say this earlier, but today I am saying this to you. I loved you very much then, and I still love you, I haven’t forgotten you at all.”
“ I had tremendous liking for you sameer, I always waited that you would say something, but you never did !”, She said.
“Well, I am saying this to you today Nupur, I understand what you have gone through and its none of your fault. I still love you, Would you marry me?”
“What? You are mad Sameer ! You don’t even know what you are saying; you are just getting carried away! I don’t want your sympathy!” She started putting her clothes quickly.
“Nupur ! I want you to think about, I am serious. You are my first love and you always will be!”
“No Sameer, its not possible, my past will always haunt us both! Good Bye and don’t ever try to come in my life again, I love you too Sameer, and that’s why I don’t want to hurt you or spoil your life. In our cruel society, once a hooker is always branded a hooker.”
She stormed out of the room, banging the door behind her.
I sat on my bed shell-struck, not knowing what to do ! 

As luck would have it, the next day Bars were closed down in Mumbai. When I went to find out about her, I was told she has left Mumbai and moved on elsewhere.
She came in my life like a thundershower and went out, but my soul and my heart are still wet from that amazing marvelous night.