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The Reeley Web
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“Sugar, milk?” Roger asked as he loaded a fresh pod into the machine. “A little milk please, but no sugar thank you. Oh goodness that coffee is having a wonderful aroma.” “I know Sunita, and you just wait until you taste it.” Roger added a little milk and stirred the foaming cup before passing it across, and then put his own cup under the machine for a freshener. “Let’s go and sit in the lounge.” Roger led the way through and proffered a seat. “I love the way you do your hair, the plaits are so shiny.” Sunita laughed, her white teeth gleaming and contrasting with the red of her lipstick, “Oh Roger, it is just being hair. Now you are playing with me.” “Not at all, I was just telling it the way I see it. Your hair looks fabulous.” He sat on the sofa facing Sunita and continued, “actually so do you. I guess I shouldn’t say that to a married woman.” Sunita took a long lingering sip of her coffee, small flecks of coffee foam gathered on her top lip as she took the rim from her lips, and then put the coffee cup down on the small table to her side. There was a mildly lascivious lick of her lips to wipe away the vestiges of the coffee and then Sunita looked directly at Roger with her lips parted and small windows of light reflecting from her eyes. Sunita put her hands up, took her braid of hair, and pulled at the band tying the end. As her hair came free Sunita smiled at Roger and then began teasing her fingers through the plaits, releasing her hair to cascade over her shoulders. Sunita stood and shook her head, dipping forward and then flipping her head back, the hair whipping across her to fall more naturally. Sunita ran the fingers of both hands backwards through her hair, leaning her head back and closing her eyes as her fingers combined behind her. Her arms stretched behind her tightened her clothes to her chest accentuating her feminine form. Sunita stood with eyes closed, hair tumbling loose, and chest extended was an image that Roger was quite unable to ignore. He added his cup to the table next to hers and prepared to stand, quite sure that his destiny was about to change, but stopped rising as Sunita spoke, her voice rich in tones yet quiet in volume. “No Roger, I think that what you said would not be being appropriate for a married woman.” Sunita leant down to Roger, her now free hair cascading forward and lips pursed, she placed a kiss on his forehead, neatly skipping back and avoiding his hands as they sought to hold her. |