An Unforgettable “Date” – Fiction Short Story

AN UNFORGETTABLE “DATE”

Short Fiction – A Spicy Romance

By

VIKRAM KARVE

A Story from my Creative Writing Archives: 

I started writing short fiction more than 25 years ago. 

Here is one of my earliest short stories – “virginal” writing from a novice … 

Disclaimer: 

This story is a fictional spoof, satire, pure fiction, a fantasy, just for fun and humor, no offence meant to anyone, so take it with a pinch of salt and have a laugh. 

AN UNFORGETTABLE “DATE” – A Spicy Love Story by Vikram Karve

Sundar described the vivid details of his spicy romantic conquests and lascivious lovemaking exploits in a language that would make a sailor blush. 

I listened with awe and admiration as he regaled us with intimate accounts of the exciting nightlife and exhilarating carnal delights he had experienced in his travels all round the world.

A tall, strapping, flamboyant, handsome man endowed with an excellent physique – Sundar had been a Casanova even when we were in college – 10 years ago. 

Even then – 10 years ago – when we were in college – Sundar always entertained us with mind-blowing stories of his amorous romantic adventures – and – we all listened to him with rapt attention and vicarious awe – lapping up each word with juicy envy. 

We had not met since we left college. 

Sundar had gone abroad for higher studies – then worked overseas – at various places round the world – for a few years – and he had recently returned to take up a top executive position in a prestigious firm. 

Sundar was the “prima donna” of our class – handsome, smart, successful – he was everything that I was not.

He was hosting our annual alumni association dinner on the lawns of his palatial bungalow. 

As usual – the gents were huddled around the bar enjoying their drinks – while the ladies sat together gossiping on the lawn. 

I thought it was bad manners to neglect the ladies – so I excused myself – and I walked towards the lawn where the ladies were sitting. 

“Hello...” I heard a feminine voice behind me.

I turned around. 

The feminine voice belonged to a beautiful lady. 

“Good evening. I am Mrs. Sundar. Call me Menaka. That’s my name...” she proffered her hand. 

Her touch was electric.

Menaka was stunningly attractive. 

She had worn her sari in a manner that was so revealing that she might as well have worn nothing. 

Her shapely breasts were boldly outlined under her low-cut flimsy blouse. 

She had tucked her sari tightly – and had worn it low – accentuating the curves of her well-proportioned derriere – and enhancing the sex appeal of her smooth stomach, adorned with a perfect navel. 

Her body was exquisite – she was temptingly beautiful.

I cannot describe the sensation she evoked in me. 

Not for a long time had the mere sight of a woman aroused the sleeping dog in me to such an extent. 

I just could not get her out of my mind – and – after that evening – every time I made love to my wife – I fantasized about Menaka. 

My wife seemed happily surprised at my increased libido and improved performance.

I didn’t meet the Sundar for quite some time – but common friends always talked of Sundar’s high-falutin boasts of his promiscuous lifestyle – and conversations always pulsated with blurred but knowing rumours of the sex orgies going on in his house.

Almost three months later – one evening – I happened to pass by Sundar’s house.

On a sudden impulse – I decided to pay him a visit.

I rang the bell.

Menaka opened the door.

She was wearing a tight-fitting T-shirt tucked into a short skirt. 

She looked temptingly sexy and desirable.

The frank admiration in my eyes won a smile.

She let her eyes hold mine.

“What a surprise...? Please come in...” Menaka said, leading me to the sofa, “My husband has gone to London. Make yourself comfortable.”

She offered me a drink. 

As I sipped my whisky and soda – I noticed that she had been drinking too. 

She put on some music.

Then she excused herself and went inside – probably to her bedroom. 

When Menaka returned – she looked so ravishing – that I was convinced that she had titivated for me.

I sensed the beginnings of an experience that I had always felt would elude me. 

I felt excited. 

But the improbability of the situation made me a bit incredulous and cautious.

Menaka sat close to me – and she looked into my eyes in such a sensual way that I got the silent message. 

The lion in me was aroused. 

I could restrain myself no longer. 

I pulled her in my arms and kissed her. 

I was astonished at the intensity of her response. 

Her crude eagerness surprised me. 

It was as if she had not learned much in her years with her husband. 

As I started to make love to her – she screamed in pain. 

It was her first time – she was a virgin. 

EPILOGUE 

As I walked home – I thought to myself: “Appearances are deceptive – things are not always what they seem...”

VIKRAM KARVE

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This is a revised repost of my story CONQUEST written by me Vikram Karve more than 25 years ago in the early 1990s and posted online a number of times earlier in my various Blog including at urls: http://creative.sulekha.com/the-winner-a-fiction-short-story-by-vikram-karve_30937_blog  and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2012/04/conquest.html and http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2013/08/the-casanova-and-his-wife.html and  http://karvediat.blogspot.in/2014/09/infatuation-spicy-love-story.html  etc