Pungent flower 2: Bodan’s story

One weekend I wanted to go out for some heavy drinking. Since I knew I might get too drunk to return home, I called Bodan to join me. Bodan arrived in a auto-rikshaw and we went to a local bar. We started drinking and Bodan got drunk after the first two pegs. Bodan started spewing personal details of his life. I got bored quickly and was more interested in the delicious brown chunky woman sitting across our table. I imagined what it would be like to bend her over the table, tear open that tight skirt and jam my finger up her brown ass. Soon my fantasy faded as the women left the room and my attention drifted back to the conversation. Bodan was now talking about how his parents were looking for a bride for him. Then he mentioned some distant relative of his was coming to the city to look for work and she will be staying with him. He talked about how she was forcefully married to an old man who died within days of their marriage. Of course since now she was a widow, no body wanted her around. “Jezzus.. what kind of a world do these people come from” I thought to himself.

I had forgotten about the conversation until the next day when Bodan came to pick me up in an rickshaw. As I walked towards the tiny three wheeled vehicle, I noticed that there was a woman with Bodan in the auto. “Has this cheap fuck split an already inexpensive ride with someone?” I thought as I approached them. The women had a round face and what looked like a chubby supple built. Her white salwar did not do a good enough job hiding her curves. She kept her eyes lowered like any ‘well cultured’ girl is taught to do. Bodan introduced her as Anita, his relative that he mentioned in the bar. She was sitting in the middle so I took the seat next to her. She gave me a nervous smile as I squeezed in next to her.