An Open Letter - Part 1 free porn video

I was married then for five years to my hubby after two years of working together in an IT company and courtship for about 18 months.

We both changed our jobs and got jobs in different companies. I kept fit because I travelled daily by metro to work (preceded and followed by a solid twenty minutes brisk walk each way). That ensured my brisk walking for about 8 kilometres daily. I deliberately walked as I wanted to be fit and keep my body in shape. I knew women add kilos to their body after marriage and regular sex.

I might not have been extraordinarily beautiful, but I was sure as hell worth a second look. I turned heads when I passed by. My hubby did say I had a very sexy figure and am overwhelmingly desirable. He always kept pointing at my full-size bust and shapely ass with a minuscule waist in between. I am pretty tall almost as tall as my hubby. I am pretty well built but not an ounce of extra fat. My size would be 36 30 36, which is pretty good for a woman married for five years.

My hubby loved my full lips and sharp and rather thick eyelashes. I enjoyed his lips on mine. He loved licking my long and thin neckline and nuzzling his head into my long hair.

He always wondered at my nipples bulging out in full erection when I was even mildly aroused. I just could not control when I was aroused. My hubby was always horny. We fucked almost everywhere all the time and that kept me hot and horny. He was insatiable and so was I.

My hubby had to travel a lot and living alone those nights was unbearable for both of us, particularly for me. When he was away, he always called me late. We talked dirty and did phone sex. That went on for a while. However, fantasies can only last for a while.

I suspected off late that on his tours he had started fucking around. I knew a horny fellow that he was, couldn't remain without a pussy for long. Besides, when I called him up several times, he hurriedly disconnected the phone saying he was in a meeting. I wondered if he would be in a meeting so late. I did hear a woman giggle once loudly when he said that.

After his return, I cornered him the first night. I asked him point blank who he was fucking when I called. After a lot of lame excuses, he agreed that he was fucking his assistant.

I felt let down. After all, when I missed him during those lonely nights, I was getting horny too, wasn’t I? When I told him that, he laughed and said, "Well, How do I know you were not fucking around too?"

That was a clincher. Until then I believed strongly in marital faith and the marriage vows. On that day, all that I believed came crashing down. I realized to my shock that those wows were just words, not meant to be taken too seriously.

I felt relieved. After all, I too felt the need for sex. I was horny many nights and managed by pumping a banana in my pussy instead of a hard cock that I rightfully deserved. I felt pity for my hubby too! How could a virile man like him remain for so long without fucking a cunt? That was that. He was asking for us to have an open marriage. Well, I decided, we could well have that!

When my hubby went away for days, I felt really horny. In the night I dreamt of fucking someone or the other I knew. But dreams cannot be a substitute for the real thing. There was hardly anyone who fitted my bill. Well, of course, there was Ted, one of my colleagues. He was a bit senior to me. He was smart, athletic, tall, well built and physically attractive. I was certain he could satisfy my urge.

He was the first person, whom I noticed when I joined the company. I went to his room to introduce myself. Gosh! He gave me such a stare the first time I met him that I was grossly puzzled. A colleague does not stare at another, however beautiful she may be. Ted not only kept staring at me with open and rather baffled eyes but after he steadied himself, he told me quietly, “Liz, please pardon my stare. You are so beautiful.”

Normally, I would have loved the compliment. However, his staring at me like that made me feel ill at ease initially. However, those moments passed. Ted composed himself and he introduced himself and introduced me to his team.

It was a pleasant meeting. Barring those initial awkward moments, I felt compulsively attracted to his manly personality and his confident attitude. He maintained faint stubble of beard, which enhanced his sexuality. From day one, I noticed him eying me. However, there were no obvious overtures. He never made a direct pass at me. I always felt that whenever he had an opportunity to be close to me, he stole glances to survey me from top to toe. His looks were so subtle that no one noticed them. However, a woman’s eye catches a man’s flirting glances, when he tries to send subtle messages through eye to eye contact.

I was excited at his glances and very much wanted to reciprocate his glances with equally subtle eye to eye contact. I had tremors running down my body when he looked me up with his lusty glances.

There were several occasions when Ted and I had an opportunity to be briefly close together. I cannot forget the first body to body contact with him in the office elevator.

That morning, Ted was already in the elevator, when I entered it. I said “Hello” and smiled at him. He smiled back and looked at me again with that clumsy momentary stare and said “Hi” rather awkwardly. Only two of us were using the elevator. Suddenly the elevator stopped, moments after it started, with a big thud. The lights in the elevator went off. There was a sudden power breakdown. It was pitch dark inside.

From childhood, I was suffering from a phobia of darkness. I later found out that it is called “Nyctophobia” I felt traumatised if I was alone in pitch dark environment. That is why; I never allowed all the lights to be switched off when I was alone. I avoided sleeping alone because of this reason. I usually slept initially with my mom and later with my elder sister.  Even when I slept with them, I always clung tight to them if it was completely dark.

Due to the violent jerk and the complete darkness inside, I was so scared that I moved closer to Ted, compulsively wrapped my arms around him and almost screamed, “Ted, I am afraid of darkness. I am scared. Please hold me tight. Don’t go away.”

Ted pampered my back and taking me fully in his arms he said, “Don’t worry babe. I am here with you. I am sure they will resolve the fault quickly.”

To alert the maintenance staff of the power failure; Ted shifted me a little away from him and fumbled to find the alarm button. As soon as he moved a little away from me, I was scared out of my wits. I wanted to ensure that Ted did not move an inch away from me. I hurriedly tried to find Ted and kept feeling Ted with my hands all over his body to be sure that he was there and did not make any move away from me.

This was a heaven-sent opportunity for Ted. He stood there letting me feel him all over. He even gently pushed my hand down between his legs. I felt his enormous cock standing erect. A tremor went through my body. His cock was bigger than any I had ever felt.

To ensure that he could not move away from me in the dark, I moved back to press my back hard into Ted. I caught his arms and made him wrap them around my waist. Ted was hard pressed against the elevator wall. Due to my pressure and weight, Ted slipped and fell on the floor of the elevator, pulling me down with him. Ted sat helplessly on the floor with me lodged right and proper in his lap. Ted’s hands were running all over me from behind perhaps trying to pacify me.  

Out of sheer panic, I squeezed his hands hard and dug my fingers deep into his flesh. I did this in panic. However, a part of my horny mind wanted me to make him feel me just as I had felt him all over. Perhaps he caught my hint. He pulled me tightly close to him from behind. and brought his hands to grab my breasts.

He pressed my ass against his cock. His fully erect cock was poking my bums from behind. From the size of his engorged cock, I knew he was aroused. I was scared shit as well as aroused.

I felt fully comfortable, knowing well that I was having my ass jammed on his crotch with his big cock poking my ass crack and his hands grabbing my breasts holding me tight to his body. I knew that when he was in that position, he will certainly not move away. He kept saying, “Don’t worry sweetheart, I am with you and won’t leave you.”

Ted took full advantage of the situation. He cupped my breasts hard in his palms from behind me. I was aroused from two fronts. One from his cock, which was poking my ass from behind and the other was from his hands, which were massaging my breasts. I knew his intentions clearly; however, discouraging him was far from my mind. Firstly because I was shit scared of the darkness and stoppage of lift and secondly because I was so horny myself.  

I was writhing with excitement and had my pussy leaking. I was breathing hard as Ted’s hands cupped and squeezed my full breasts. It was a long time since I had a man feel my breasts. I stumbled and clutched on Ted harder pretending to be frightened (which of course I was), Perhaps Ted realized my situation. He also pretended that he was clutching my breasts just to hold me close to his body to comfort me.

That day I was wearing a skirt. I felt Ted’s hand sliding down pretending to comfort me, reaching and pushing away the hem of my skirt. I pretended not to notice. He gently massaged the area around my pussy first and caressed my mound over my panty without dislodging it. He kept doing this pretending that he was comforting me.

However, his thrusts from behind told me of his desperation. He was horny like hell. I could tell that from the size and hardness of his cock. I realized from the way his massive cock thrust into my ass crack that he was unable to control himself.

When finally the elevator lights came on and the elevator started climbing up, we managed to get up. I did not know if I felt sad or relieved. For almost 15 minutes, he had my breasts in his hands and his cock was embedded into my ass crack through our clothing. I could feel his cock hard and big in my bums. We tidied our clothing and got out of the lift to the understanding mischievous smile of the people waiting to get into the lift.

Ted was deeply stuck in my mind and whenever I was alone in the night, I could not but relive our encounter in the lift. I realized that I wanted Ted’s big cock in my pussy some day. I badly wanted to be fucked by Ted.

In the next few days, however, things took turn for worse. I was told by a number of persons that Ted hated working women, particularly those, who were reputed to be proficient in their jobs. I was told that he was damned arrogant and that he considered women as dumb and nothing more than fuck toys. This information shook me up completely. Ted’s image in my mind took a severe beating. I was good at my job and a successful team leader. I was the last person to be his fuck toy.

It was well known that he gave scant respect to women members of the staff for their professional capabilities and was quite vociferous in saying that the place for women is in the kitchen or in bed. He said women were designed to make babies and nurture them and not designed to do intellectual or physical work.

As I thought more about Ted, a kind of rebellion, if not repulsion, replaced my craving for his hard cock. A desire outgrew in me to teach this man-animal a lesson that he would not easily forget: that women were not just fuck toys. They were as intelligent and useful to the society as men, if not more.

An opportunity presented itself soon enough that brought us face to face in a verbal duo. I was having a coffee with a teammate and a friend during the break when I overhead Ted talking to some of his colleagues sitting in the next cabin.

A female colleague was telling Ted of a significant achievement of a team, where apart from a male team leader a special mention was made of a female member for making a significant contribution.

Ted got worked up and retorted rather loudly, "Nonsense, what contribution? Was it for her work or her thighs that she exposed?"

The entire room was stunned into silence. Ted was a senior member. His words carried weight. For me, that was enough.

I quickly got up from my chair with both my hands resting folded on my waist with a 90-degree angle and faced Ted with what must have looked like a menacing posture. I gave him a daredevil stare and asked, "Oh! So you think that she got the appreciation for showing her legs, is it? You think you are smarter than the professionals who judged her work, right?"

It was perhaps more for the abruptness and my threatening posture than my words that caught Ted completely by surprise. He looked baffled, albeit momentarily.

Ted quickly composed himself, looked at my posture appreciatively surveying me from top to bottom with that lecherous look I had received from him several times earlier and smiled. He said amusingly, "Gosh! I am sorry dear! No offense meant. Now come on, I don't blame the judges. I would have done exactly the same if I was in their place assessing a figure like yours."

There was an audible laughter in the room. Instead of Ted, it was my turn to feel flustered. I walked out of the cafe in a huff seething with rage. I barely stepped out of the cafe when Ted ran and caught my waist from behind, turned me around to face him and said, "Liz, I am sorry. I didn't mean to hurt you, but looking at you, I just couldn't control myself. Honey, believe me. When you are angry, you look so damned hot. Gosh..! I wish I could, you know…”

Then he stopped, looked around, pushed his mouth in my ears and said in a hush-hush voice in my ears, “Gosh, You look so sexily fuck-able! Honey, believe me, I really want to fuck you."

That was a limit of his rudeness. Although he spoke of fucking me in my ears, I thought it was obvious to all sitting around there what he meant. I didn't know how to react to this man's strange way of apologising. Was he apologising or mocking me? Was he inviting me to fuck him? Well, he could have said it in a different way, in different circumstances and God knows, I would have accepted his offer. My mouth went dry at the very thought of getting fucked by this man. It made me weak in my legs. I felt a spurt of juice flowing out of my hungry pussy. At the same time, my anger flared up inside me.

Ted saw my condition and held me tight in his arms. I didn't know if he guessed that the thought of him fucking me was making me nervous. We stood like that for a few seconds. Then in a swift motion, Ted extended his one hand to catch one of my breasts and bent his head to kiss my lips.

I was stunned at the daredevil attitude of this rudely attractive man. One part of my mind pulled my body to him, while my brain shouted at the top of its voice to get out of his clutches. I regained my composure, quickly jerked his hands away, broke free from him, and muttered in somewhat confused voice, "What are you doing? Are you mad?" and ran away from him.

My voice betrayed my nervousness rather than anger. To avoid revealing any more of my weakness and further embarrassment, I ran towards ladies washroom, so that he could not follow me. I stood facing a mirror, which depicted my miserable condition. I tried to prove him in a bad light but landed up doing exactly the opposite. I decided to be stronger and show him that I was not just a cunt for anyone's pleasure. I wanted to prove to him that I knew my job and did it well. I touched up my lips and steadied myself.

However, when I came out, I staggered, when I saw that he had not gone away. He was waiting for me to come out. I shouted at him, "What do you think of yourself? You think you are Kaamdeva or Lord Venus that at your slightest desire, all the females will fall at your feet to beg you to let them spend at least one night in bed with you?"

I was amazed at Ted's reaction when he said unruffled, "No I don't want all. I only want one woman in my bed and that is you. Believe me, Liz, I genuinely want to make love to you and I know that you want it too! It is a different matter that you may not like to admit it."

My anger and frustration at such a daring impertinence burst out. I said, "Ted if ever you speak like that again, I will sue you for sexual abuse. I am controlling myself because you are my senior colleague and I don't want to ruin your career. I hate your guts. I don't want to see you again. Mind you, this is not an empty threat."

I saw Ted standing aghast at such an aggressive reaction from me. I wondered if he had expected me to fall in his arms and say, “Ok, honey, I am game for it. Let us go. Where? Your place or mine?”

Perhaps he managed to get what he wanted with his earlier tested and tried formula with some others. Admittedly, I was not much further from saying that myself. However, ego prevailed over the craving between my hungry thighs. I believed I was not like those girls. I thought I was built differently.

He looked as if I had slapped his face in front of many people. I felt sorry for him. I immediately regretted having used such harsh and final words. When I saw him in that condition I felt sad.

I really felt like running to him, hugging him hard and telling him, "Honey, don't make me so mad. I want to make love to you. I want so much to be fucked by you."

As I thought of that, again my knees began to buckle. I felt my pussy leaking again. Ted looked at the expressions on my face. God! Could he read my mind? He flashed his devilish smile; although I felt that at that time he was not so sure of himself. He spoke nothing as I walked out of the passage leaving Ted standing there.

I was angry with myself for reacting with so much aggression to his comments. I felt that I would have been better off paying no attention to his coaxing. Perhaps that was the way he was. After all, he was my senior colleague and a good one in his job at that. Breaking relations with him could cost me his help, which I might need occasionally. It was true that being in a very similar line of functioning and working in the same department, I would have to deal with him sooner or later.

As it happened, it was sooner than later. I had to get Ted's help for a project that my team had preliminarily designed for an industrial application. It was certified with a great deal of enthusiasm by the marketing department as marketable. I was given the go-ahead to develop it further for actual use and finish it for launch by the month end.

It was an ambitious software program that needed an application so as to integrate my program into the computer operating systems. I knew that Ted had tested successfully and developed such an application for exactly similar programs, which was not yet launched. If I had to work to develop the same application, it would take me days to develop it. So why re-invent the wheel?

When I approached my group head to ask Ted to help me with that application, he said politely but firmly that Ted was working on another project and was extremely busy. It is up to Ted to help me if Ted wanted. He suggested I request Ted person to person to help me out. He could not ask Ted because of procedural constraints.

I sent an official note to Ted for his help. Ted promptly returned my note with a reply that he was busy and could not spare the time.

I knew if he wanted, he could help me out. But he didn't seem to want to. I sent him a follow-up note with some highlights of my program and briefed him on its commercial potential.

He phoned me on the office intercom to say that he had looked at the highlights cursorily. He told me that if he had time, he would have worked on it. However, he said he had no time. I knew he could give some time if he wanted to. But arrogant that he was; he wouldn't come down his ivory tower. Perhaps he was giving me back for what I had done to him.

I thought he was being unnecessarily arrogant. Perhaps he wanted to show his superiority over the others (whom he thought of as less beings). Admittedly he was intelligent, fast thinker and expert at his job and certainly one of the most leading achievers.

He did not conceal his dislike for me as a program designer. I thought he did not like the idea of a woman team leader. He thought all the praises I got (or any other female for that matter) was just because of what I had between my beautiful legs. A jealous girl once whispered in my ears that once when Ted was drunk, he told her that he would like to get between my legs if he could.

When I heard that, a tremor ran through my body. I knew that he invariably attracted the attention of girls in the office; some of whom I knew fancied for an opportunity to get into bed with him. Some of them perhaps did. However, I always saw him shooing girls away from him. His trying to woo me was an exception, what a privilege!

There was an office gossip that Ted had changed since a few months; approximately since the time that I joined the office. He had been fucking around some office girls, earlier. However, he had off late, been pushing them away with visible contempt.

I wondered how could any girl get into bed with such an arrogant guy who thought nothing of her? Romantic? I thought he was abhorrent. I conveniently overlooked my encounter with Ted in the dark elevator.  Well, our prejudices always prevail over our fair judgment.

All said and done, I was really stuck at that time. I needed his help badly. I felt frustrated at his intransigence. I didn't know what to do. One of Ted’s assistants learned of my problems and frustration and came to me. We had a bit of chat when she confided to me to say that she felt that if I became “a little more adjusting and indulgent” toward Ted, she was certain that Ted could help me out. I asked her how she knew that.

She said, “Ted has told me that he knows that you need his help. He said he was ready to help. However, your rigid and confrontationist attitude discourages him.”

I bloody well knew what she meant, when she used the words, “a little more adjusting and indulgent.” She hinted that I volunteer to get fucked by Ted. That was obvious the way she smiled after she said that.

After a lot of conflicting thoughts and inner turmoil, I decided to deal with him face to face. I was confident; I would not give in to Ted’s pressure techniques. After all, I was not a woman with loose character or a whore, who agrees to get fucked for something in return.  I decided that if he agreed to help, I shall put conditions beforehand. If he did not agree, that would really be my bad luck. I phoned him for a cup of coffee in a nearby café. Ted happily agreed.

After ordering coffee, I started apologising for my aggressive behaviour. He waved his hands off and asked me to come to the point. I told him that I wanted his help and told him the background again, although he was well aware of it. His blunt reply was why should he help me? I knew he would say that.

I argued about the importance of the program for the company. He said that was for the company management to decide. If they thought his help will benefit the business, they should ask him. I knew it would come to that. I decided to be patient and try ‘Damsel in distress’ strategy’.

I said with all the sweetness and persuasiveness at my command, “Ted, you are my senior colleague in the company and I am well aware of your expertise in this area. To develop this application would take considerable time of mine and my team. There is a deadline to this program. It is very important for me and my career. Now Ted, For God’s sake, not for the company, but for me, please look at my program, for my own personal sake. Please?”

I repeated ‘please’ twice deliberately, he looked at me with a sympathetic look and said, “Well, as I said earlier, if a sexy girl like you, tells me ‘please’ over and over again, it breaks my heart. I say to myself, what can a poor fellow like me do? But then I say to myself: but what is in it for me? ”

I was boiling with fury inside me with his sarcasm. However, I decided to be prudent. Showing anger would not help me or my team. I had to think of the real hard work through days and nights that my team and I had put in for weeks to come to this stage. I did not want to ruin it because this slob said some crass words. I continued with all the sweetness I could muster up, and said, “Ted, dear, have a heart. If you do this for me, I shall ever be so grateful to you and make it up to you for your time. I promise.”

The moment these words left my lips, I was sure he would start demanding things. I knew he would interpret it to mean that I was preparing myself to get fucked by him. I slowly added, “What I meant was that should an opportunity arise, I shall be the first person to come to your help and resolve any issues you might face in your work.”

Ted looked at me and smiled. He said, “I doubt if you could ever help in my professional work directly. However, certainly, you could do a lot in ways that would help me in my work.”

I knew the bugger wanted me to ease the pain he had between his legs so that he could focus on his work. (Gosh! If I did that, would that not ease the pain I had between my legs too! I wondered.) He used subtle words to disguise his desire. I was both angry and aroused at his words. Under different circumstances, I would have retorted to him promptly. However, I conveniently ignored him and kept quiet, keeping in mind the delicate situation I was in. I also wondered somewhere in dark corners of my mind, whether, there would ever be a situation, where I shall make it up to him to ease the pain he had between his legs!

I had an inkling that this bum was always able to read my mind. He looked at me and said sympathetically, “I know you are telling me something, but thinking something different inside. Control yourself. I am not that bad a person as you think. I have a golden heart inside my strong and virile body.

‘The bastard does not forget to mention his virility when talking about his qualities’; I thought to myself, amazed at this man’s persistence.

As Ted tried to read my mind, he continued, “Ok, just for your sake, for a sexy and beautiful woman like you and also keeping in mind your promise to me to make it up to me; as a very special case, in spite of my very busy schedule, I agree to look at your program on personal basis.”

As he uttered those words, a great feeling of relief descended on my face and sure enough, he read my mind again and smiled.

Ted continued, “However, it cannot be done during office hours or in the office; because that will mean I am short charging my own work. It will have to be at your place or mine when we are alone and undisturbed. The reason is that when I work on something, I like to work with complete focus. Although it is your program, I would not like you to get negatives, if I am involved. I would like to have a thorough look at your program if you don’t mind. The program reading and correcting, where required, would perhaps take Ten or twelve hours of continuous work.

I knew in which direction the bugger was trying to drag me. However, I also knew that he was absolutely right. Since he was not assigned my work, he was not permitted to work on that officially. If he worked on that in his free time, that was a different matter. Besides, the program reading, correcting and aligning it with the application was indeed time-consuming. There was no other way. I had to agree.

I said reluctantly, “I understand. I really appreciate your agreeing to my request to help me out, on a personal basis. We have thoroughly tested our program. However, I personally am grateful for your offer to have a second look at it. Since you stay nearer to the office, we better do this at your place. When, do you think?

He smiled and for the first time, I liked the way he smiled. Much prejudiced as I was against him, I saw that there was no sarcasm or devilish hue in it. Perhaps it showed that he liked my accepting his invitation. However, although I was happy that he agreed to help, it did not take away the bitterness I had deeply buried inside for his contempt for female professionals in general. 

We agreed to work from Friday evening. Until Friday evening, he would do his work and right after the working hours, he would drive me down to his place. Both of us would work until late into the night, after which, he promised to drop me home and pick me up again the next day morning. This would continue until Monday morning when he felt that the work would be over.

Finally, without my asking, he smiled slyly and said, “Honey, I am a professional and however deep my weakness may be for you, I assure you that I shall not take advantage of you in my apartment.

I looked at him with an equal dare, smiled equally fearlessly and retorted with an attempted scorn on my face, “You better not! I am also a professional besides I know how to deal with potential abusers.” Sure as hell, I was not half as confident as I pretended I was when I said that.

Ted had his application loaded his laptop. I would bring in my laptop. He would look on my program on my laptop whereas I would work on his application to see how we could integrate the two with Ted’s assistance.

When I informed my team about this news, there was a feeling of tremendous joy and relief. The girl, who had asked me to try to talk Ted into assisting me, came to me, congratulated me and whispered in my ears, “Ted is not just good at his work. He is very good in bed, believe me. He is not arrogant or crass when he makes love. He is very loving and kind when he wants to be.” She said with a deep sigh and concluded ruefully, “Sad that I could not get him the second time. Lucky girl, you. He is moon-eyed for you.” And she walked out leaving no doubt in my mind of what she was aiming at. Whatever I understood from her left me weak in the legs and my pussy oozing out fluids.

I got into Ted’s car as he waited for me after the office hours on Friday evening. Ted looked a different person as he was driving home. He stopped on the way to buy some beer, groceries and food stuff at a way side store for a while, leaving me inside his car. When he returned, he had some bags in his hands. It looked like he had nothing in his house and he bought all the stuff to make up for that. He appeared more cheerful than I had seen him before. He looked at me and smiled. 

I had butterflies inside me earlier, as I wondered what would happen when I would be alone with him for hours in his flat. His genuine smile gave me a little bit of confidence. I felt that perhaps I had misjudged this man, after all. But then again I wondered knowing what he was if he would force himself on me in the solitary confines of his flat. Was it wise to go alone with him? I shook off the thoughts quickly because I was quite confident that I knew how to deal with him if it came to that.

As soon as we entered his apartment, Ted asked me if I would like to have something to drink. I asked for lemonade. He disappeared into the kitchen perhaps to load things in the fridge and to get me lemonade. I was thirsty and gulped the lemonade Ted offered me. After finishing the glass, I wondered, if he had not mixed any sedatives in my drink to sedate me. However, it was too late to think of that. Ted excused himself. He said he would go for a shower. He said he will be back in ten minutes and I should feel at home. It wasn’t that easy, given his reputation. All the same, I stretched my legs on a sofa looking around his living room.

Expectedly, it was bachelor’s apartment in some ways. Things were scattered around. Some expensive things could have been better arranged. It did need a female touch, I thought. I expected to see pictures of some naked or semi-naked girls on the wall. I found none. There were some other pictures too. However, I was taken in by the aerial view of our city through the large glass panel of his room.

Ted was back in ten minutes as he had promised. He had showered and was dressed in casual white pyjamas. He had his wet hair unkempt flying loose. He had perhaps not worn any underwears, which alarmed me wondering if he had any designs on me for the evening. I had to be extra cautious, I thought.

He looked so attractive in casuals. I had half a mind to run to him, hug him, look into his eyes and offer him my mouth for a kiss. However, I sat unmoved and looked at him trying to disguise my inner feelings. Did he read my mind then too? I wondered; because he smiled sweetly again as if he knew what I was thinking at that time.

After I agreed to accept his invitation, Ted seemed to be Mr. Charming in his behaviour. Thoughts were rushing through my mind if all that was to deceive me into a feeling of complacency so that he could have his way with me when I was least prepared?

Ted walked over to his working room. Ted pulled a chair in front of his working table and got lost in looking at the computers, where he had loaded my program. He had a series of screens and computers to work on. Before I thought any further, he was so deeply immersed in looking through my program that he seemed to forget that I was there by his side. It was a little bit of an anti-climax for me as he did not bother to look at me, make any overtures, make any sexist comments or throw any loaded suggestions at me, leave aside seducing me. This was completely unlike what I had expected. Did I feel it was a letdown?

I decided to focus on his application. I almost knew what the application contained. I just had to see the links and modify my program to match the two. However, I could do that only once Ted completed his work.

Ted and I got busy in reading each other’s programs. There was a complete silence in the room. I went step by step into Ted’s application. It was a typical application that suited my program. I just had to make sure that it had the compatible terminals that enabled it to snuggle into my program, which normally all such applications emanating from our company have inbuilt into them. Of course, Ted’s application also had the same. I had a close look at the application for the next one hour and a half. By that time it was nine in the evening. Ted was completely immersed in the laptop.

I was hungry. I was also tired. I walked over to the kitchen. Like, the living room and kitchen also needed lady’s touch. Some of the freshly bought groceries and things were still lying on the platform. I looked around. There were some bananas. I remembered how I worked bananas to have a little bit of release. However, that evening there was Ted. I really did not need bananas to get a solid fuck, if I really desired. I smirked at my own hypocrite behaviour. On one hand, I was playing a difficult to get woman for Ted and on the other, I wanted to be a fucking slut, eager to have his big solid cock impaled into my hungry cunt.

Thinking of banana, I lost appetite for food and sauntered back into the living room, where Ted still had his head drowned in a maze of innumerable jumping tiny characters, digits, signs, and symbols. I was fatigued and fell onto the sofa. I was drained of all energy. I was drowsy. I was about to drift off to sleep when I saw Ted looking down at me from where he was. He saw me relaxed. I pretended not to look at him. He had a weird smile on his face. I knew then that all his earlier attempts at being Mr. charming were just façade to deceive me.