It was a superb night to be out in Goa's Candolim beach. The undulating waves of the sea, catching the rays of the half moon up in the sky, glistened like curves on a woman's body: warm, inviting and sensuous. Yet it was a mild moon, a moon designed to keep the environs dark enough for you to relish a sense of privacy. A light breeze fanned us with butterfly wings as we walked along the shoreline, getting our feet wet by the refreshing caress of the frothy seawater. I held her hand as we walked. To say the truth, it certainly felt odd to me, walking beside Monica, on a deserted beach, dimly lit by moonlight. After all, she was my boss. She owned the travel agency where I worked.

I developed a crush on Monica from the day I first saw her. I was just out of college, looking for a job, and I heard from someone that a company called Fast Track Travels was looking for a fresher. I went to their office, where the receptionist presented me before Monica Sahni. She was sitting in her plush cabin, wearing a sheer low-necked blouse. I could easily make out the deep cleavage that was like a dividing line between the twin peaks of her ample bosom. A rush of excitement passed through my body as I was struck by the thought of a gorgeous woman in charge. Monica bid me to sit down on another chair and she asked me few questions. By the time the interview was over I had gained a job, but I had also lost my heart to her.

My job carried the title of a Customer Agent. I had to talk to the travel agency's clients on the phone and record their requests for bookings and cancellations. During the course of any normal day at work I had to walk into Monica's cabin many times, mostly to get her feedback on some intricate problems that any client might be facing. But whenever I was in her presence, I could do nothing to stop my eyes from casting admiring glances on her flawless skin, her large breasts, and her luscious lips. Would she mind if I raised my hand and touched the soft skin of her cheek? What if I told her that I was besotted with her? Her mere presence was enough to fill my mind with all sorts of lascivious thoughts and desires. Unfortunately, I don't think Monica noticed how she was affecting me sexually.

In any case, I was always careful not to make myself too obvious while looking at her; after all, she was my boss, and if she caught me flashing sexually charged glances at her, she might feel offended and ask me to leave the office permanently. Her position as the proprietor of the travel company turned her into a somewhat enigmatic personality in my eyes. She had around her a mysterious aura that only a boss can have; her aura acted as an impregnable firewall that no male employee may ever pierce.

She tended to act aloof while interacting with her employees, and her attitude towards me was no different. Her aloofness was mildly disconcerting for me, but I could live with it. I thought that the effect that she was having on me was a mere infatuation, which would pass away after I had worked at the travel agency for a few weeks and became used to her presence. But with the passing of days my infatuation only got stronger and it was terribly frustrating that I could do nothing about it. What guts I would need to have to be able to walk up to her and tell her how I felt.

One day she asked me to stay behind after normal working hours, to take care of some office backlog. This was quite normal, one or two of the travel agency's employees stayed behind from time to time to take care of pending work. That day when the clock struck 6PM most of my colleagues left for home, only me and two others, who were also doing overtime, were left working in the hall. Monica was there in her cabin as well.

At around 9PM she called me into her office. She asked, "How is your work going?"

"I am almost done," I said quietly.

"Good," beaming at me, she said, "Let's go out for a walk. You can finish what is left of your work tomorrow."

I was surprised that she wanted to go out on a walk with me. For the last two months that I had been working in her company, she had never given the slightest hint that she considered me anything more than a mere employee. She probably read the surprise on my face and she said, "Since morning it has been nothing but work, work, work. Now I need some fresh air."

"We could walk up to Candolim beach," I quickly suggested.

"Why not," she smiled.

I came out of her cabin and started filing my papers in the drawer. Monica walked into the hall and told my colleagues, who were working on their desks, that she would be back in a few minutes. Candolim beach was only half a kilometer from the office and we walked leisurely along the footpath. My mind was full of her and I dared not open my mouth for the fear that I might blurt out my passionate feelings for her. I wondered what she was thinking about. I turned my head to look at her. She was gazing pensively at her feet as she walked by my side. Soon we were at Candolim. The beach was almost deserted as it usually is at this time ofnight. I don't know how or when it happened, but I realized that I was holding her hand.

Lining the beach are many palm trees. Lovers looking for a quick tryst often flock to these small forests of palm trees as they offer good amount of privacy. Suddenly Monica stopped. She was looking intently in one direction where many palm trees were swaying in the wind. It was only when my eyes took the angle of her eyes that I could make out a couple that were entwined in a passionate embrace. The woman was topless and the man she was with was kissing her on the mouth, breasts and neck. Under his pressure she fell down on the sand and he was on her, covering her body with his. The sexually charged scene drove all my latent passion for Monica to a new high.

Monica was no longer my boss; she was only the woman I longed for. My grip on her hand got firmer. I was ready to plead her to come with me to the forest of palm trees.

Maybe she read my thoughts, for I heard her say, “Let’s go over there.” She was pointing towards another grove of palm trees few feet away from where this couple was making love. Once we were there she lost not a single moment and neither did I. She presented me with an opened mouthed kiss and began to invade my mouth with her tongue. A tableau of unmitigated lust unfolded between us, and passion took over. Her blouse came off and she was not wearing a bra underneath.

The twin globes of her bosom, glistening under the moonlight, was an invitation that I could not refuse. She did not object to me touching them. I grasped them gently at first, and slowly my grip got harder. We kissed as my hands played with her mounds. Suddenly she pushed me back, for a moment I feared that she was having second thoughts about this tryst. But things had already gone too far, I was caught in throes of passion and there was no way I could let go of her now. I pulled her into an even tighter embrace. “Have patience,” she whispered into my ear, “I am not going to run away. I only want you to take your clothes off.”

Her fingers pulled hard at the shirt I was wearing making the top button snap away. “Now, who is being impatient,” I laughed. “Are you taking this damn shirt off or do you want me to tear it into pieces,” she quivered with excitement. I pulled my shirt off and spread it on the sand. She pushed me down on my shirt and then without another word she fell on me. I felt her hot breath on my mouth, my neck and chest. The sand caressing against my naked skin only added to my excitement. Her fingers were fiddling with my pants. I rolled over putting her under me. I could feel her deep breathing in my ears as we were caught in the throes of orgiastic union. When it was over, we hastily put on our clothes. I helped her straighten her hair and brush off the sand that was caught in her dress.

“Did you like it?” I asked. I knew that she did, but I had to ask.

“You bet, I did,” she laughed. We started making our way back to the office. The couple, whose lovemaking had inspired us to get into the act, were also done. They looked at us as we walked past them. When I waved at them, they waved back.

Once we were back in the office, Monica donned her professional avatar at once and started barking orders to my colleagues who were working there. She turned to me and said, “Tomorrow when you come in, your first priority should be to complete the data entry work.”

“Yes ma'am, I will complete that work on a priority basis.”

"I am sure you will," she said, spreading her lips into a knowing smile. I could hardly stop myself from smiling back. Her left eyelid dropped down, she had just winked at me. I felt my head spin. Now I was sure that in the days to come there would be many more trysts between us. I was like putty in her hand; she could make anything out of me. But, I don't regret the feeling. After all, being the muse to an experienced older woman is a desire few men can resist.