RAIN AND STRANGER
or the bag. He stopped the car. Suddenly he was very aware of her nearness. Her pallu brushed against his shoulder. Her blouse was momentarily uncovered on her left side, near him. Its entire left side was soaking, too. He saw the bra clearly outlined underneath the clinging blouse. The lacy bra, his mind noted irrelevantly. The ringing stopped. She half turned back, but then reached back again, saying “It will probably ring again.” Swiftly, his eyes took in the full curve of her ass, outlined against the stretched tightness of her sari as she strained to reach his bag. He frowned at himself again, trying to control his thoughts. But it was rather late. Somehow, with her pallu resting on his shoulder and arm, his lund was filling up. Uneasily he shifted in his seat. Then she had got his bag and sat back, handing it to him. He tried to remain still. He got the phone out and looked at it. It was his wife, as expected. He was aware of his companion looking at him expectan...