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Being Reclusive

It was a reclusive spot. I had not planned on being at one such that evening, as a more ebullient atmosphere would have been the appropriate remedy for a rather long & draining day at work. But, sometimes getting to plan an evening of cooling down, is a chore – and it adds to the stress of your already droning day. So, here I was trying to leave work at 9 PM, deciding to brave a thunderstorm advisory which was in the neighboring county and get to a cineplex to catch Sandler doing his Zohan stunts. Before anyone gets any idea that I am a big Sandler fan – let me add that, as much as I like the goofiness he brings to the table, which I do enjoy just for its silliness factor, I am not a fan that would go watch a Sandler movie necessarily during the first week of its release in a theater. The only reason I decided to give it a try was because my choices were to watch 4 middle-aged women talk about Sex and their lack of it, in the lovely NYC or Zohan. Anyways, here I was trying to get shelter under a vast roof, as the downpour started just as I parked the car and ran through some puddles of water only to find “sold out” signs in a crowded lobby.

Back to being at the reclusive spot. The first encounter with her was quite amusing. Because I didn’t expect to see her at that reclusive spot. May be, because I didn’t know much about the place as I walked in. I would have preferred to meet a better collection of them. But, it was one of those occasions, when you finally get to meet someone, whom you have heard of quite a bit but never had the opportunity to indulge in any long meetings. The first sight of her was indifferent. I brushed her off, even though I knew I had the opportunity to embrace her that night…since I was busy looking for more of “my types”. When the truth struck me, that I was not going to find my types that night, I decided to take a few steps back to touch her. This time, both of us were equally amused at each other. I held her by her waist and moved my right arm slowly to her neck area. I noticed that she had a golden top with “18” written in bold. Oh yeah! I knew I was safe. As I reached for her mouth, someone behind me whispered “Good choice!!”. I nodded politely.

A few minutes later..I found a reclusive table at one corner of that reclusive place..She and I..and some music on my laptop. I kept staring at her and finally decided to break the ice. I could tell that she was warming up to me. I placed my lips on hers and smelt her. The first touch didn’t strike me immediately, as I did not have any kind of expectations. But once it sank in, I noticed that it was smooth, nutty and yet had the right amount of sweetness you wanted in the first exchange. The feeling started sinking in after a while and I realized that the sensation was very polished. The rest of the meeting went on a more predictable route. The same smoothness and poise were maintained throughout the evening. Whenever I felt her, I quivered. She enjoyed that. After about 20 minutes, as I was still holding her, the patrons of the reclusive place decided to call it a night. Their duty was over for the night and they wanted me to end my encounter with her. Of course, I knew this was coming to an end and hence, had planned my 20 minutes in such a way, that I enjoyed every minute that I spent with her. I did. Now that I have experienced her first hand, I can no longer pretend that I didn’t know how she felt. She still fared a notch below my favorite lady. But at least, I have a choice now, in case, I am at another reclusive such spot where they don’t entertain “my types”. She will be my choice in such places and why not, after all, she belongs to an elite club!

I bid adieu to her and walked to my room, thinking about the velvety encounter that was worth my visit to that reclusive spot, that evening. I wanted to share my experience with everyone right away. Not that I am endorsing “Chivas Regal 18”, but I think if you don’t know what I am talking about, then it is worth a try, even if you hate Scotch.