Two dark bodies moved on the bed in sensuous rhythm; hot skin over hot blood. Their silhouettes flickered and stretched along the red, streak painted walls, cast there by a couple lamps and rows of candles. Arms and legs clenched and slid up and down around one another but hardly ever apart, skin always in contact. The man rolled his hips, following the muted beat of heavy dance music emanating through the walls from the downstairs club. The woman, curled up, her legs wrapped around his waist and digging the heels of her feet into the small of his back, loosed soft, breathy gasps with each of his steady, gliding thrusts. His hands were constantly feeling their way around her dark olive-brown skin.
Their eyes never left one another's, linked by some invisible string, interrupted only with a dreamy blink or upward roll of the pupil. When they kissed, their lips barely dragged against one another, preferring to dart their tongues out to touch and to taste.
The woman arched her head back over the pillow, her long dark reddish-brunette hair splayed out like the rays of the sun, and groaned. She licked her lips and cooed his name, "Rev..."
Revish looked at her and smiled, never ceasing his motions. He never said her name though. He was looking past her beautiful emerald eyes, the sharp angled features of her face, her flowing locks of silken hair.
Revish was seeing another face even as he brought the expression on the one under him to the brink of ecstasy. He saw the face of someone very distinctly different of the woman he was making love to, distinctly different of all the women he had ever brought to his bed.
For the last two weeks he couldn't shake the image from his mind. Starting just as barely a passing thought, it had grown and breathed life into his increasingly jaded soul. He saw her face even when he was making love to another woman. Maybe even more so.
"Ahh! Rev," the woman he moved inside of now moaned.
He still couldn't think of her name as he kissed her.
**********
"So when is your man going to make his grand entrance tonight?" Nara asked her friend as the two women entered the club, arms linked together.
Rekha spun her small purse in her hand whimsically. "Oh he'll be here! He's always here," she said, then clutching at Nara's arm she added, "God I hope he's here!"
Nara laughed. She chided her friend, "You're so pathetic! When are you going to make a move on him already so I don't have to keep coming to this place with you?"
The two had been coming to Earthly Delights Nightclub almost every evening for the past two weeks since they had arrived in Kolkata. They had come to the city for a month on holiday from Canada keeping a promise to do so during the year after they had finished their undergraduate studies. They were staying at Rekha's uncle's one bedroom apartment while he was away on business until the day before they had to leave.
On the first day of their arrival, instead of trying to fight off jet lag, they sought out a nearby club, just a harrowing ten minute cab ride away through the winding, crowded streets. On that very first night, Rekha spotted "him" and from then on, she pleaded her case to her friend to go to the club each night and basically ogle him from across the bar or dance floor.
Nara only ever protested in jest. Truth was she really liked the place. It wasn't a large or a well known club, not found in the guide books and definitely for the locals. Yet, there was a sort of frenetic atmosphere that reminded her of the Bollywood movies her friend forced her to watch. She enjoyed the looping, heavy electro-beat, Hindi dance music, the smell of spice or floral scent in the air and some really grinding, body-bending moves happening on the dance floor. The club goers were not only attractive men and women but they had energy to spare and flaunt. She also never felt as self-conscious in the dark environment and that type of social gathering.
Out on the streets during the day, the young Korean-Canadian woman stood out. Her pale skin was all the more noticeable when she was surrounded on the street by the myriad of brown hues of the locals. The whites of their eyes were bright while hers were less evident through the narrower slender shape of her smooth eyelids. Even after her skin had tanned to a honey maple colour after two weeks and Rekha had introduced her to the people in the neighbourhood, she was still openly referred to as "the pale girl". However that was infinitely better than the "yellow girl".
Nara and Rekha settled into a lounge booth together and ordered a couple of drinks. Nara watched her friend with a knowing smile as Rekha anxiously scanned the club. Unable to locate her man, she pouted her lower lip. Nara rolled her eyes and grabbed her by the wrist.
"Come on, you," she said loudly over the noise of the club, "We're gonna go burn off some of that nervous energy!"
She pulled her friend off of the chair and led her to the dance floor. Soon the pair of them was caught up in the rave, waving their hands and swaying their bodies in tempo and rhythm with the masses.
*********
Revish pushed through the drapes covering the door that opened into the club's office. He held them aside as a striking woman followed him through primping her hair and wearing a subtly lurid smile on her face. She waved to him as she passed by and he offered a slight nod in return. Vishnu opened up the door on the other side of the office to the stairway that led down to the club. Both men watched as the woman proceeded out the door with a dainty tug at the bottom of her miniskirt.
Revish did up the bottom two buttons of his shirt, leaving his chest exposed between the folds. A quick run of his fingers through his neck length, slicked-back hair and he looked like he had just stepped outside to begin the day.
His friend Vishnu, shook his head and chuckled, "Too cool."
"That's the way to be, my friend," Revish replied, snapping his fingers and pointing at his friend. He strolled around behind the desk and sat down. He looked at a few ledgers, tapped something into the computer and then said, "How are we doing tonight?"
"Good," Vishnu nodded, sitting down in front of him, "Good crowd. Doing good business. Good women. Ha! But you know that first hand already."
Revish leaned back in his chair, rubbing his finger under his lip as he stared at the computer monitor. He tapped a few more keys and instantly the club's security camera windows appeared on the screen.
"Already on the prowl again," Vishnu commented. He always was in awe of his friend's voraciousness. Lately, he seemed even more intent than usual.
Revish winked at his compatriot then refocused his attention on the monitor. He rolled through the cameras, scanning the people in the club, his eyelids narrowing over grey-green pupils. After a moment, he paused and leaned forward spotting something, someone, in the picture. He tapped the screen then quickly stood up.
Vishnu looked at the screen. He couldn't see what or who had caught the man's attention. He just shook his head and then stood up, walked to the door and opened it.
As Revish walked past him and descended the stairs towards the beckoning crowd, music, and heat.
Vishnu grinned and remarked, "And the Prince descends from his heaven for the evening."
**********
"Okay it's been 20 minutes. Go already," Nara insisted.
She and Rekha were back in their booth. She had poured two glasses of "courage" into her increasingly nervous friend since they saw the manager of the nightclub make his customary appearance for the night. Now he was seated in a booth almost directly across from them.
"He's looking right at you!" Nara said.
"No he isn't!" Rekha said with a giddy smile. She blushed as she looked away.
"There're no women around him. Now's your chance," Nara said.
All Rekha could do was offer Nara an over-anxious smile, like a puppy unsure if she should go for the ball or not.
Nara rolled her eyes. This was not her friend, not the one she had known all through university. Rekha was a beautiful girl, tall and curvaceous, with hair that flowed like water to her butt, and a lovely face highlighted by sparkling chestnut eyes. Like Nara, she had confidence and sass -- usually. She always had the honour of using a cool gaze to turn down at least a couple of guys whenever they were at the clubs back home.
Now however, Nara could practically smell Rekha soaking her panties whenever she laid eyes on this guy.
Admittedly, this guy, Revish, was a hot commodity. At least it confirmed to Nara that it took a prime stud to knock her friend off her game. "Tall, dark and handsome" was a cliché that he settled quite nicely into with his high sturdy frame, wavy dark hair, and swarthy mocha-brown skin. A fusion of pretty-boy and rugged-man, the manager of the club seemed to have it all in the looks department. He obviously had been peeled off the cover of GQ magazine and damn if he wasn't completely aware of that. For Nara, the obvious cockiness he exuded in his swagger and his too cool smile was a bit off-putting. The way women fawned around him and the way he so enjoyed it was also another mark against him as far as she was concerned.
And the women couldn't keep his reputation to themselves. He was a notorious player but that just seemed to excite the women. She saw it first hand in Rekha. But then again, maybe it was his supposed "skills" that kept them coming. The descriptions were vague and she only wondered once or twice what a guy had to do to earn such a reputation yet still remain desired by the women.
Whatever. Nara had never for a moment before going on the trip entertained the thought that she was looking to get laid in India. Witnessing Mr.Hotpants over there hadn't shaken that resolve either. Although, in the back of her head, she always sort of admired her stunning friend's sometimes reckless abandon.
Their eyes never left one another's, linked by some invisible string, interrupted only with a dreamy blink or upward roll of the pupil. When they kissed, their lips barely dragged against one another, preferring to dart their tongues out to touch and to taste.
The woman arched her head back over the pillow, her long dark reddish-brunette hair splayed out like the rays of the sun, and groaned. She licked her lips and cooed his name, "Rev..."
Revish looked at her and smiled, never ceasing his motions. He never said her name though. He was looking past her beautiful emerald eyes, the sharp angled features of her face, her flowing locks of silken hair.
Revish was seeing another face even as he brought the expression on the one under him to the brink of ecstasy. He saw the face of someone very distinctly different of the woman he was making love to, distinctly different of all the women he had ever brought to his bed.
For the last two weeks he couldn't shake the image from his mind. Starting just as barely a passing thought, it had grown and breathed life into his increasingly jaded soul. He saw her face even when he was making love to another woman. Maybe even more so.
"Ahh! Rev," the woman he moved inside of now moaned.
He still couldn't think of her name as he kissed her.
**********
"So when is your man going to make his grand entrance tonight?" Nara asked her friend as the two women entered the club, arms linked together.
Rekha spun her small purse in her hand whimsically. "Oh he'll be here! He's always here," she said, then clutching at Nara's arm she added, "God I hope he's here!"
Nara laughed. She chided her friend, "You're so pathetic! When are you going to make a move on him already so I don't have to keep coming to this place with you?"
The two had been coming to Earthly Delights Nightclub almost every evening for the past two weeks since they had arrived in Kolkata. They had come to the city for a month on holiday from Canada keeping a promise to do so during the year after they had finished their undergraduate studies. They were staying at Rekha's uncle's one bedroom apartment while he was away on business until the day before they had to leave.
On the first day of their arrival, instead of trying to fight off jet lag, they sought out a nearby club, just a harrowing ten minute cab ride away through the winding, crowded streets. On that very first night, Rekha spotted "him" and from then on, she pleaded her case to her friend to go to the club each night and basically ogle him from across the bar or dance floor.
Nara only ever protested in jest. Truth was she really liked the place. It wasn't a large or a well known club, not found in the guide books and definitely for the locals. Yet, there was a sort of frenetic atmosphere that reminded her of the Bollywood movies her friend forced her to watch. She enjoyed the looping, heavy electro-beat, Hindi dance music, the smell of spice or floral scent in the air and some really grinding, body-bending moves happening on the dance floor. The club goers were not only attractive men and women but they had energy to spare and flaunt. She also never felt as self-conscious in the dark environment and that type of social gathering.
Out on the streets during the day, the young Korean-Canadian woman stood out. Her pale skin was all the more noticeable when she was surrounded on the street by the myriad of brown hues of the locals. The whites of their eyes were bright while hers were less evident through the narrower slender shape of her smooth eyelids. Even after her skin had tanned to a honey maple colour after two weeks and Rekha had introduced her to the people in the neighbourhood, she was still openly referred to as "the pale girl". However that was infinitely better than the "yellow girl".
Nara and Rekha settled into a lounge booth together and ordered a couple of drinks. Nara watched her friend with a knowing smile as Rekha anxiously scanned the club. Unable to locate her man, she pouted her lower lip. Nara rolled her eyes and grabbed her by the wrist.
"Come on, you," she said loudly over the noise of the club, "We're gonna go burn off some of that nervous energy!"
She pulled her friend off of the chair and led her to the dance floor. Soon the pair of them was caught up in the rave, waving their hands and swaying their bodies in tempo and rhythm with the masses.
*********
Revish pushed through the drapes covering the door that opened into the club's office. He held them aside as a striking woman followed him through primping her hair and wearing a subtly lurid smile on her face. She waved to him as she passed by and he offered a slight nod in return. Vishnu opened up the door on the other side of the office to the stairway that led down to the club. Both men watched as the woman proceeded out the door with a dainty tug at the bottom of her miniskirt.
Revish did up the bottom two buttons of his shirt, leaving his chest exposed between the folds. A quick run of his fingers through his neck length, slicked-back hair and he looked like he had just stepped outside to begin the day.
His friend Vishnu, shook his head and chuckled, "Too cool."
"That's the way to be, my friend," Revish replied, snapping his fingers and pointing at his friend. He strolled around behind the desk and sat down. He looked at a few ledgers, tapped something into the computer and then said, "How are we doing tonight?"
"Good," Vishnu nodded, sitting down in front of him, "Good crowd. Doing good business. Good women. Ha! But you know that first hand already."
Revish leaned back in his chair, rubbing his finger under his lip as he stared at the computer monitor. He tapped a few more keys and instantly the club's security camera windows appeared on the screen.
"Already on the prowl again," Vishnu commented. He always was in awe of his friend's voraciousness. Lately, he seemed even more intent than usual.
Revish winked at his compatriot then refocused his attention on the monitor. He rolled through the cameras, scanning the people in the club, his eyelids narrowing over grey-green pupils. After a moment, he paused and leaned forward spotting something, someone, in the picture. He tapped the screen then quickly stood up.
Vishnu looked at the screen. He couldn't see what or who had caught the man's attention. He just shook his head and then stood up, walked to the door and opened it.
As Revish walked past him and descended the stairs towards the beckoning crowd, music, and heat.
Vishnu grinned and remarked, "And the Prince descends from his heaven for the evening."
**********
"Okay it's been 20 minutes. Go already," Nara insisted.
She and Rekha were back in their booth. She had poured two glasses of "courage" into her increasingly nervous friend since they saw the manager of the nightclub make his customary appearance for the night. Now he was seated in a booth almost directly across from them.
"He's looking right at you!" Nara said.
"No he isn't!" Rekha said with a giddy smile. She blushed as she looked away.
"There're no women around him. Now's your chance," Nara said.
All Rekha could do was offer Nara an over-anxious smile, like a puppy unsure if she should go for the ball or not.
Nara rolled her eyes. This was not her friend, not the one she had known all through university. Rekha was a beautiful girl, tall and curvaceous, with hair that flowed like water to her butt, and a lovely face highlighted by sparkling chestnut eyes. Like Nara, she had confidence and sass -- usually. She always had the honour of using a cool gaze to turn down at least a couple of guys whenever they were at the clubs back home.
Now however, Nara could practically smell Rekha soaking her panties whenever she laid eyes on this guy.
Admittedly, this guy, Revish, was a hot commodity. At least it confirmed to Nara that it took a prime stud to knock her friend off her game. "Tall, dark and handsome" was a cliché that he settled quite nicely into with his high sturdy frame, wavy dark hair, and swarthy mocha-brown skin. A fusion of pretty-boy and rugged-man, the manager of the club seemed to have it all in the looks department. He obviously had been peeled off the cover of GQ magazine and damn if he wasn't completely aware of that. For Nara, the obvious cockiness he exuded in his swagger and his too cool smile was a bit off-putting. The way women fawned around him and the way he so enjoyed it was also another mark against him as far as she was concerned.
And the women couldn't keep his reputation to themselves. He was a notorious player but that just seemed to excite the women. She saw it first hand in Rekha. But then again, maybe it was his supposed "skills" that kept them coming. The descriptions were vague and she only wondered once or twice what a guy had to do to earn such a reputation yet still remain desired by the women.
Whatever. Nara had never for a moment before going on the trip entertained the thought that she was looking to get laid in India. Witnessing Mr.Hotpants over there hadn't shaken that resolve either. Although, in the back of her head, she always sort of admired her stunning friend's sometimes reckless abandon.
There were those who sneered at Rekha saying she "slept around". It was obvious to Nara, however, that Rekha chose carefully and she always got the man that she wanted.
After a few more minutes, with the atmosphere of the club swelling by the moment, she realized Rekha was not going to peel her butt from her chair. Nara tossed another shot into her own mouth, swallowed hard on the liquid fire and stood up.
"Get up," she said, wincing from the alcohol burning her throat.
"What?" Rekha looked up at her, lost.
"I said get your ass up out of that chair," she snapped. She had enough of the sad-girl Rekha. She wanted her fiery friend back. The liquor moving quickly through her blood now, she grabbed Rekha by the forearm and yanked her to her feet.
"Wait! Wait Nara! Stop!" The taller woman slapped at her hand and tried to squat back down.
Nara was already trudging over to the other booth, her protesting friend in tow. Rekha's spiked heels slid along the floor.
"Time to say hello to Mr.Hotpants," Nara growled, grinning.
**********
"So what'll it be? What'll it be for the evening?" Vishnu asked aloud, patting his hands together and scanning the club. He wasn't referring to his own possibilities.
Leaning back into the cushions of his booth, Revish took a long sip from his glass. From the moment he came down guys came over to shake his hand and pat him on the back. When he sat down in his seat the parade of women began strutting before him like models on his own private catwalk. They were looking for him to level the gaze of his cool green eyes on them and toss them a tight-lipped smile, his silent request to join him by his side.
But tonight he offered none of them his attention. It was squarely on one particular person who never walked by his table, who never offered more than a polite hello when he sidled up to her around the club. It wouldn't be his style, but after two weeks and 8 visits to his club now, he was through with waiting.
He was just about to stand up when two women in pretty little dresses stepped in front of the lounge table holding hands, or it looked more like gripping their hands together. They both were flushed red in the face.
"Hi! How's it going tonight?" the first woman chimed. She had neck-length, black, bobbed hair and wore a burgundy satin party dress which smoothed nicely over her very slender body. She was Far-East Asian, maybe Chinese?
Revish simply looked up at her.
"Um, this is my friend, Rekha," the woman continued, presenting another woman with a wave of her free hand. Her friend, who even through her beaming smile couldn't hide her anxiousness, was a fine example of Indian beauty. The forest green silky dress she wore looked lovely on her impeccably smooth brown skin and tall, curvy frame.
"Oh, I'm Nara by the way. But like I said, this is my best friend Rekha." The woman kept on going,
"And she's really great and beautiful. Don't you think she's beautiful?"
Revish's eyes shifted from Rekha then back to Nara.
"Like the setting sun itself," he said.
Nara gave her friend a subtle nudge. Rekha immediately began to relax a bit, though the blush on her face was still there.
"Like the sun! What a coincidence! That's great because she thinks you're pretty hot too, like some...uh...rock star!" Nara was talking faster than she was thinking. Without missing a beat and before Rekha could club her over her head she added, "So how about we sit down here and you two celestial bodies get better acquainted?"
There was a long pause. Revish remained unmoving, save a barely noticeable crooked grin, in his seat as he stared at them. Nara could feel Rekha begin to squeeze her hand more tightly as each half-second passed. She squeezed back.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
The man turned his twinkling eyes onto Rekha. He stood up and took her soft hand gently in his. "By all means," he said and led her around the table.
He shook hands with Nara and said, "My name is Revish."
Nara nodded, grinning. "Erm, yeah. Way ahead of you."
He introduced them to his friend Vishnu then all of them settled into the booth. Revish draped his arm casually around Rekha. He smiled at her and said, "Your friend is quite the sales woman. And we know good sales people in India."
They all laughed. Revish never took his gaze off of Rekha. She was locked onto him as well.
"But it always helps when the sales person has such enchanting wares to sell and understands the needs of the customer," he spoke with a sweet tone.
Rekha dropped her eyes down, smiled and blushed.
They nestled in closer to one another.
Wow. That had gone easier than Nara had thought it would. Her friend had quickly settled back into her comfort zone. Watching them, she again took a moment to assess Revish. His lines were just on the safe side of cheese-ball, probably because he said them so smoothly. The gold necklace and rings were a bit excessive for her tastes, but somehow it all worked together for this guy. He certainly had Rekha under his spell. Somehow knowing his attentions were focused on her friend, Nara felt comfortable to take her time and thoroughly check this guy out up close.
Alright, he was a stud. Maybe under different circumstances...Nara caught herself, shaking unnecessary, and unexpected, thought from her head.
Still looking at them, she leaned over to Vishnu who was also observing the show. "I think I could use a drink," she said.
Vishnu nodded.
*********
The night went really well for all concerned. Rekha and Revish couldn't keep their eyes off of one another and that contact soon included their hands. The fact that she had made the move so successfully for her friend gave Nara enough satisfaction to accept that she had become a third wheel. Vishnu certainly was accepting of that role.
Actually, Revish surprisingly took the time to include Nara in the conversations and offer her drinks. The trio even made it to the dance floor a couple of times. Even though she was sharing her dance with her friend, it was obvious that Rekha enjoyed being in the spotlight with the prince of the club. And Nara made sure that she stayed clear of any one-on-one moments with Revish. Not that he actually tried any on her. No, he was obviously focused on Rekha.
After a while Revish excused himself from the dance floor saying that he'd wait for them at the booth. Nara and Rekha continued to dance. The heat of the club and the quick-beat music kept their hearts pounding.
Nara leaned up to Rekha's ear and said, "So what do you think?"
Rekha smiled and answered, "I want him. Oh my god, I want him so bad!" She continued to lock a seductive gaze towards the man seated in the booth.
Nara leaned back. Her brows were arched up and her small mouth pursed. She blinked then said,
"Wow. Really?"
"I've never wanted to fuck a guy so much in my life, Nara," Rekha replied. She was smiling but there was a hard-edge in her eyes.
Nara stopped dancing. Of course, she always knew Rekha was wet for the guy but she had never seen such sexual hunger in her friend before. Definitely not this quickly and definitely not for what would likely amount to a one night stand. Rekha seemed always in control of her sexual impulses when it came to choosing her men.
Before she could say anything though, Rekha was already walking back towards the booth.
Another hour passed and there were no signs of let up between Revish and Rekha and in the rest of the club for that matter. With the bolts of electricity practically shooting off from the two of them, Nara finally did feel like the kid on the outside of the club house.
Rekha only half-heartedly asked if Nara wanted her to go back to the apartment with her. Revish seemed more sincere when he asked her to stay. Nara excused herself anyway and insisted Rekha stay.
"Call her a taxi, Vishnu," Revish said to his friend. He stood up and took both of Nara's hands in his. She smiled when he gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
"It was lovely meeting you and I look forward to seeing you again," he said. Then he added, "I am certain I would enjoy getting to know you more before you leave our country."
For a moment as she looked up at him, she thought she glimpsed a twinkle in his eyes as they ever so slightly narrowed upon her.
Rekha came around the table and walked with Nara to the exit.
"So will you be okay on your own tonight?" she asked her.
"Um, I think I'm supposed to ask you that!" Nara replied.
Rekha laughed and hugged her friend. She turned and strode back to Revish as a princess would towards her prince.
"Have fun tonight," Nara said for no particular reason then went out to the taxi.
*********
Nara woke up in bed feeling the heat begin to lick a thin film of perspiration on her body. She raised her head from the pillow and frowned in the dark then she groaned and flopped back down onto the mattress. As it had done so a couple of times before since they arrived, the power in the building was out. She knew this because the air-conditioner had gone silent and it didn't take long for the heat of the city to creep its way into the apartment. She threw off the blankets and kicked off her pajama leggings. Yet even in just a halter top and panties the warm uncomfortable air seeped into her pores.
Adding to the problem, with the hum of the air conditioner gone, the sounds of the sleepless streets outside filled her tired brain even though she was 10 stories above them.
Nara sighed, draping her forearm over her face. She'd just have to wait it out in the dark.
Suddenly, in the darkness and silence, she heard a soft, barely audible voice. She lifted her arm from her eyes and said, "Rekha?"
There were more unintelligible noises. Nara looked over to the fold out cot beside the bed. Empty. Rekha hadn't come home from the club yet.
More noises and voices came from the living room beyond the bedroom door.
After a few more minutes, with the atmosphere of the club swelling by the moment, she realized Rekha was not going to peel her butt from her chair. Nara tossed another shot into her own mouth, swallowed hard on the liquid fire and stood up.
"Get up," she said, wincing from the alcohol burning her throat.
"What?" Rekha looked up at her, lost.
"I said get your ass up out of that chair," she snapped. She had enough of the sad-girl Rekha. She wanted her fiery friend back. The liquor moving quickly through her blood now, she grabbed Rekha by the forearm and yanked her to her feet.
"Wait! Wait Nara! Stop!" The taller woman slapped at her hand and tried to squat back down.
Nara was already trudging over to the other booth, her protesting friend in tow. Rekha's spiked heels slid along the floor.
"Time to say hello to Mr.Hotpants," Nara growled, grinning.
**********
"So what'll it be? What'll it be for the evening?" Vishnu asked aloud, patting his hands together and scanning the club. He wasn't referring to his own possibilities.
Leaning back into the cushions of his booth, Revish took a long sip from his glass. From the moment he came down guys came over to shake his hand and pat him on the back. When he sat down in his seat the parade of women began strutting before him like models on his own private catwalk. They were looking for him to level the gaze of his cool green eyes on them and toss them a tight-lipped smile, his silent request to join him by his side.
But tonight he offered none of them his attention. It was squarely on one particular person who never walked by his table, who never offered more than a polite hello when he sidled up to her around the club. It wouldn't be his style, but after two weeks and 8 visits to his club now, he was through with waiting.
He was just about to stand up when two women in pretty little dresses stepped in front of the lounge table holding hands, or it looked more like gripping their hands together. They both were flushed red in the face.
"Hi! How's it going tonight?" the first woman chimed. She had neck-length, black, bobbed hair and wore a burgundy satin party dress which smoothed nicely over her very slender body. She was Far-East Asian, maybe Chinese?
Revish simply looked up at her.
"Um, this is my friend, Rekha," the woman continued, presenting another woman with a wave of her free hand. Her friend, who even through her beaming smile couldn't hide her anxiousness, was a fine example of Indian beauty. The forest green silky dress she wore looked lovely on her impeccably smooth brown skin and tall, curvy frame.
"Oh, I'm Nara by the way. But like I said, this is my best friend Rekha." The woman kept on going,
"And she's really great and beautiful. Don't you think she's beautiful?"
Revish's eyes shifted from Rekha then back to Nara.
"Like the setting sun itself," he said.
Nara gave her friend a subtle nudge. Rekha immediately began to relax a bit, though the blush on her face was still there.
"Like the sun! What a coincidence! That's great because she thinks you're pretty hot too, like some...uh...rock star!" Nara was talking faster than she was thinking. Without missing a beat and before Rekha could club her over her head she added, "So how about we sit down here and you two celestial bodies get better acquainted?"
There was a long pause. Revish remained unmoving, save a barely noticeable crooked grin, in his seat as he stared at them. Nara could feel Rekha begin to squeeze her hand more tightly as each half-second passed. She squeezed back.
Maybe this wasn't such a good idea.
The man turned his twinkling eyes onto Rekha. He stood up and took her soft hand gently in his. "By all means," he said and led her around the table.
He shook hands with Nara and said, "My name is Revish."
Nara nodded, grinning. "Erm, yeah. Way ahead of you."
He introduced them to his friend Vishnu then all of them settled into the booth. Revish draped his arm casually around Rekha. He smiled at her and said, "Your friend is quite the sales woman. And we know good sales people in India."
They all laughed. Revish never took his gaze off of Rekha. She was locked onto him as well.
"But it always helps when the sales person has such enchanting wares to sell and understands the needs of the customer," he spoke with a sweet tone.
Rekha dropped her eyes down, smiled and blushed.
They nestled in closer to one another.
Wow. That had gone easier than Nara had thought it would. Her friend had quickly settled back into her comfort zone. Watching them, she again took a moment to assess Revish. His lines were just on the safe side of cheese-ball, probably because he said them so smoothly. The gold necklace and rings were a bit excessive for her tastes, but somehow it all worked together for this guy. He certainly had Rekha under his spell. Somehow knowing his attentions were focused on her friend, Nara felt comfortable to take her time and thoroughly check this guy out up close.
Alright, he was a stud. Maybe under different circumstances...Nara caught herself, shaking unnecessary, and unexpected, thought from her head.
Still looking at them, she leaned over to Vishnu who was also observing the show. "I think I could use a drink," she said.
Vishnu nodded.
*********
The night went really well for all concerned. Rekha and Revish couldn't keep their eyes off of one another and that contact soon included their hands. The fact that she had made the move so successfully for her friend gave Nara enough satisfaction to accept that she had become a third wheel. Vishnu certainly was accepting of that role.
Actually, Revish surprisingly took the time to include Nara in the conversations and offer her drinks. The trio even made it to the dance floor a couple of times. Even though she was sharing her dance with her friend, it was obvious that Rekha enjoyed being in the spotlight with the prince of the club. And Nara made sure that she stayed clear of any one-on-one moments with Revish. Not that he actually tried any on her. No, he was obviously focused on Rekha.
After a while Revish excused himself from the dance floor saying that he'd wait for them at the booth. Nara and Rekha continued to dance. The heat of the club and the quick-beat music kept their hearts pounding.
Nara leaned up to Rekha's ear and said, "So what do you think?"
Rekha smiled and answered, "I want him. Oh my god, I want him so bad!" She continued to lock a seductive gaze towards the man seated in the booth.
Nara leaned back. Her brows were arched up and her small mouth pursed. She blinked then said,
"Wow. Really?"
"I've never wanted to fuck a guy so much in my life, Nara," Rekha replied. She was smiling but there was a hard-edge in her eyes.
Nara stopped dancing. Of course, she always knew Rekha was wet for the guy but she had never seen such sexual hunger in her friend before. Definitely not this quickly and definitely not for what would likely amount to a one night stand. Rekha seemed always in control of her sexual impulses when it came to choosing her men.
Before she could say anything though, Rekha was already walking back towards the booth.
Another hour passed and there were no signs of let up between Revish and Rekha and in the rest of the club for that matter. With the bolts of electricity practically shooting off from the two of them, Nara finally did feel like the kid on the outside of the club house.
Rekha only half-heartedly asked if Nara wanted her to go back to the apartment with her. Revish seemed more sincere when he asked her to stay. Nara excused herself anyway and insisted Rekha stay.
"Call her a taxi, Vishnu," Revish said to his friend. He stood up and took both of Nara's hands in his. She smiled when he gave her a quick peck on the cheek.
"It was lovely meeting you and I look forward to seeing you again," he said. Then he added, "I am certain I would enjoy getting to know you more before you leave our country."
For a moment as she looked up at him, she thought she glimpsed a twinkle in his eyes as they ever so slightly narrowed upon her.
Rekha came around the table and walked with Nara to the exit.
"So will you be okay on your own tonight?" she asked her.
"Um, I think I'm supposed to ask you that!" Nara replied.
Rekha laughed and hugged her friend. She turned and strode back to Revish as a princess would towards her prince.
"Have fun tonight," Nara said for no particular reason then went out to the taxi.
*********
Nara woke up in bed feeling the heat begin to lick a thin film of perspiration on her body. She raised her head from the pillow and frowned in the dark then she groaned and flopped back down onto the mattress. As it had done so a couple of times before since they arrived, the power in the building was out. She knew this because the air-conditioner had gone silent and it didn't take long for the heat of the city to creep its way into the apartment. She threw off the blankets and kicked off her pajama leggings. Yet even in just a halter top and panties the warm uncomfortable air seeped into her pores.
Adding to the problem, with the hum of the air conditioner gone, the sounds of the sleepless streets outside filled her tired brain even though she was 10 stories above them.
Nara sighed, draping her forearm over her face. She'd just have to wait it out in the dark.
Suddenly, in the darkness and silence, she heard a soft, barely audible voice. She lifted her arm from her eyes and said, "Rekha?"
There were more unintelligible noises. Nara looked over to the fold out cot beside the bed. Empty. Rekha hadn't come home from the club yet.
More noises and voices came from the living room beyond the bedroom door.
Nara's pulse added a few beats.
"Rekha?" she repeated, whispering.
She sat up on the side of the bed and after a moment she stood and tip-toed over to the door. It was definitely voices she was hearing but she couldn't make out what they were saying. She peeked through a small crack in the doorway. Her small eyes instantly widened at the sight.
Even though the power in the building was out, the lights from the buildings across the street filled the small dark living room. The shimmering white light cast two figures on the floor in a glimmering silhouette. Their creamy brown nude bodies were aglow, bluish-white highlights etching the curves and edges along their skin.
Nara backed up, blinking.
"Ahh," a soft female gasp trilled through the crack in the door. It sent a flutter through Nara's heart.
Crouching down, she leaned up close to the door and peered through the crack. She tried to convince herself that she was doing so just to be sure of what she was seeing.
The couple was kneeling on the rug. Rekha pressed her back against the bare chest of Revish, draping her long hair over his shoulder. Her head tilted to the back as their mouths folded over one another slowly, gently. The man's hands reached around, one enjoying the feel of the woman's supple breast the other sinking down between her thighs, staying there as he rolled his loins behind her. Rekha matched his rhythm, her smooth belly undulating, the curve in her back arching sharply. It was like they were still dancing the way they moved and flowed with one another.
Nara watched her friend from behind the door just a few feet away. She listened to her whispery gasps and silky moans and could hear both of them breathing deeply yet steadily. Rekha's body was glistening and every so often as they moved, Nara caught a glimpse of her face in the glow of light. Rekha was in ecstasy. Her face showed sheer delight, her mouth yawning open and her eyes showing no strain or anxiety. Her brow every so often would suddenly twinge and she would inhale a sharp gasp, her body stiffening momentarily, before loosing a long breathy moan.
However erotic her friend looked at this moment, it was the man moving behind her who demanded Nara's attentions. He was covered from the light from the window by Rekha's body, but his dark silhouette still revealed a rugged body, with long, sinewy muscles. He moved with such precision, rolling and bucking gently against and into Rekha, as if Revish was following some unheard music or casually guiding a horse down a path. Even in the dark, Nara could see his abdomen contract and release as he relentlessly pleasured the woman before him. His movements were like his looks, handsome and confident.
Nara couldn't pull herself away from the doorway. She watched as their bodies shifted. Revish withdrew from Rekha to reposition her on the floor. It was barely a glimpse but as he slid between Rekha's thighs, Nara saw him handling his piece in the darkness. Once again she blinked and gasped, pulling her head away from the doorway.
She gathered her thoughts together, rattling the fluster from her head, then quickly peeked again. By that time, though, Revish was already once again moving inside Rekha.
The top of Rekha's head faced towards Nara, as she was rolled up into a ball, hips raised off the floor, her legs wrapping around Revish's, locked at the ankles. He glided his hips, leaning over her on his hands and knees. He pressed his body over her, always keeping the same slow and steady beat of passion, sinking his dark cock deep within Rekha. The frequency of her gasps and sighs increased rapidly. Even in this heat and all the energy sizzling from the two of them, Nara couldn't help but note that Revish barely seemed to be breaking a sweat. His muscles tensed and tightened, his body was in constant motion, yet he showed no signs of fatigue.
Just sitting there watching, Nara already felt hot and bothered.
Nara's face was practically wedged into the crack of the doorway. She couldn't stop herself from watching Revish move so fluidly. She could only imagine what Rekha was feeling, though she told herself that she really didn't want to. So caught up in his motions, she didn't know how long it was before she realized he had raised his head, no longer looking down at Rekha. His gaze was peering through the dark, right towards the gap in the doorway. He paused in his strokes for just a second. Nara thought she saw a smile shift onto his lips as he looked towards her way, a diamond spark on his pupils as they caught the light through the window.
The woman at the door slipped backwards in her seat, startled. She pushed away from the doorway, staring at the crack she had been peeking through. She had seen his eyes, his shimmering green eyes.
But he hadn't seen her. He couldn't have.
"Mmm!" Rekha's voice slipped into the bedroom.
The incessant cooing and gasping of her friend chased Nara back into bed. She buried her face under a pillow, despite the heat. But while the pillow dulled the sounds of building desire coming from the next room, her mind was able to fill in the blanks all too easily. Her body was slick with perspiration. She swallowed hard as she listened to the couple's intimate encounter flow towards a groaning and growling peak.
Rekha's breaths pitched sharply before she let out a deep sigh.
Nara was stunned to discover her hand had moved down between her clenched thighs, her palm cupping the crotch of her panties. They were moist. She barely could stop from caressing herself. Her own breathing was unsteady as she sucked in warm, stale air. She clutched at her damp top as her friend's moans slipped through the pillow and rattled her to her core.
"Ahh! AHH! Oh god!"
"Shit," Nara squeaked through gritted teeth, her eyes squeezed tight. As she slipped her fingers under the waistband of her panties, she felt the perspiration roll down her face. She swallowed and sighed. Her other hand made its way under her top. She cupped her small, soft breasts and caressed her taut nipples with her fingers. When Rekha cooed a sultry moan, she sank a finger into herself and croaked a quiet, quivering groan.
It was way too hot. As each seductive minute passed, the temperature in both the living room and the bedroom rose quickly.
"MMnnn!" Nara moaned hoping her voice would be lost amongst the sounds of ecstasy coming from the other room. She bit down on her lower lip and dragged the side of her perspiration covered head against the sheets. Her panties were pushed down to her thighs, her top gathered over the tops of her breast. Her bare skin found little relief from the heat against the bed sheets. She rubbed her clit rapidly and hooked a damp finger into herself and pulled and teased her aching nipples. Every muscle was clenching. Her body twisted and arched on the bed.
"Re-Rev!" Rekha called out followed by a long breathy groan.
"Rev," Nara sighed. She had no time to think about what she had just uttered, instead burying a languid groan into her pillow and succumbing quickly to the dripping, warm release from within her body.
**********
The electricity kicked in just as Nara heard the apartment door close. The air-conditioner mercifully heaved back to life. She listened as Rekha walked into the bedroom and then into the bathroom. She remained motionless in the bed as her friend climbed onto the cot beside her.
Thinking for a few seconds in the dark, Nara finally said, "Rekha?"
"Nara? Are you still..." Rekha paused, "How long have you been awake?"
Still without moving, Nara replied, "Not long. I just heard the front door close a few minutes ago. Did you just come home?"
There was another long pause then Rekha said, "Yeah. Actually Revish wanted to take me home so he walked me up to the apartment."
"Oh, okay," Nara said and feigned a yawn. She continued, "So did you have fun tonight?"
"Mm-hmm," Rekha replied barely containing a little laugh in her voice.
"Good," Nara said pulling a pillow close to her chest, "Tell me about it in the morning."
"G'night, Sweety."
"'Night," Nara sighed, then added, "By the way..."
"Hmm?"
"I didn't know you were so flexible."
*********
The crowds at the outdoor market began to build just after the first rays of sunlight found their way down onto the city streets. Nara enjoyed these early morning walkabouts amongst the mats and stalls, checking out the produce and soaking in the energy of the sellers and consumers. The smells of floral and spice, the colours of food and fine woven material, the sound of haggling...it was a great eye-opener in the morning.
It was her alone time. She was already an early riser as compared to Rekha. After last night, however, she didn't even bother to wake her friend up and ask her if she wanted to join her on her stroll. The way she was spread out on the cot, Rekha looked like she needed to recover from the previous evening. Who wouldn't?
Actually, strolling around without a plan was a good way for Nara to recover her own thoughts from the previous night.
Shopping for breakfast, Nara handed her Rupee over to a man standing beside a cart of various nuts and fruit. He passed her a small bag of plump dates and she added it to the contents of her tote bag. She was about to thank him when she felt somebody press up against her back.
"You're paying too much," a male voice said from behind.
Nara leaned to the side and looked back. Through the lenses of her sunglasses she looked up at a smiling, dark handsome face.
"Huh? Revish!" she said. Her mind, along with her heart, instantly seized up.
Revish looked over her shoulder towards the stall-owner. "Is that the way we treat guests in our city?" he said to the man.
The older man just shrugged. Nara continued to stare up at Revish whose smile had disappeared as he glared at the stall-owner.
"Rekha?" she repeated, whispering.
She sat up on the side of the bed and after a moment she stood and tip-toed over to the door. It was definitely voices she was hearing but she couldn't make out what they were saying. She peeked through a small crack in the doorway. Her small eyes instantly widened at the sight.
Even though the power in the building was out, the lights from the buildings across the street filled the small dark living room. The shimmering white light cast two figures on the floor in a glimmering silhouette. Their creamy brown nude bodies were aglow, bluish-white highlights etching the curves and edges along their skin.
Nara backed up, blinking.
"Ahh," a soft female gasp trilled through the crack in the door. It sent a flutter through Nara's heart.
Crouching down, she leaned up close to the door and peered through the crack. She tried to convince herself that she was doing so just to be sure of what she was seeing.
The couple was kneeling on the rug. Rekha pressed her back against the bare chest of Revish, draping her long hair over his shoulder. Her head tilted to the back as their mouths folded over one another slowly, gently. The man's hands reached around, one enjoying the feel of the woman's supple breast the other sinking down between her thighs, staying there as he rolled his loins behind her. Rekha matched his rhythm, her smooth belly undulating, the curve in her back arching sharply. It was like they were still dancing the way they moved and flowed with one another.
Nara watched her friend from behind the door just a few feet away. She listened to her whispery gasps and silky moans and could hear both of them breathing deeply yet steadily. Rekha's body was glistening and every so often as they moved, Nara caught a glimpse of her face in the glow of light. Rekha was in ecstasy. Her face showed sheer delight, her mouth yawning open and her eyes showing no strain or anxiety. Her brow every so often would suddenly twinge and she would inhale a sharp gasp, her body stiffening momentarily, before loosing a long breathy moan.
However erotic her friend looked at this moment, it was the man moving behind her who demanded Nara's attentions. He was covered from the light from the window by Rekha's body, but his dark silhouette still revealed a rugged body, with long, sinewy muscles. He moved with such precision, rolling and bucking gently against and into Rekha, as if Revish was following some unheard music or casually guiding a horse down a path. Even in the dark, Nara could see his abdomen contract and release as he relentlessly pleasured the woman before him. His movements were like his looks, handsome and confident.
Nara couldn't pull herself away from the doorway. She watched as their bodies shifted. Revish withdrew from Rekha to reposition her on the floor. It was barely a glimpse but as he slid between Rekha's thighs, Nara saw him handling his piece in the darkness. Once again she blinked and gasped, pulling her head away from the doorway.
She gathered her thoughts together, rattling the fluster from her head, then quickly peeked again. By that time, though, Revish was already once again moving inside Rekha.
The top of Rekha's head faced towards Nara, as she was rolled up into a ball, hips raised off the floor, her legs wrapping around Revish's, locked at the ankles. He glided his hips, leaning over her on his hands and knees. He pressed his body over her, always keeping the same slow and steady beat of passion, sinking his dark cock deep within Rekha. The frequency of her gasps and sighs increased rapidly. Even in this heat and all the energy sizzling from the two of them, Nara couldn't help but note that Revish barely seemed to be breaking a sweat. His muscles tensed and tightened, his body was in constant motion, yet he showed no signs of fatigue.
Just sitting there watching, Nara already felt hot and bothered.
Nara's face was practically wedged into the crack of the doorway. She couldn't stop herself from watching Revish move so fluidly. She could only imagine what Rekha was feeling, though she told herself that she really didn't want to. So caught up in his motions, she didn't know how long it was before she realized he had raised his head, no longer looking down at Rekha. His gaze was peering through the dark, right towards the gap in the doorway. He paused in his strokes for just a second. Nara thought she saw a smile shift onto his lips as he looked towards her way, a diamond spark on his pupils as they caught the light through the window.
The woman at the door slipped backwards in her seat, startled. She pushed away from the doorway, staring at the crack she had been peeking through. She had seen his eyes, his shimmering green eyes.
But he hadn't seen her. He couldn't have.
"Mmm!" Rekha's voice slipped into the bedroom.
The incessant cooing and gasping of her friend chased Nara back into bed. She buried her face under a pillow, despite the heat. But while the pillow dulled the sounds of building desire coming from the next room, her mind was able to fill in the blanks all too easily. Her body was slick with perspiration. She swallowed hard as she listened to the couple's intimate encounter flow towards a groaning and growling peak.
Rekha's breaths pitched sharply before she let out a deep sigh.
Nara was stunned to discover her hand had moved down between her clenched thighs, her palm cupping the crotch of her panties. They were moist. She barely could stop from caressing herself. Her own breathing was unsteady as she sucked in warm, stale air. She clutched at her damp top as her friend's moans slipped through the pillow and rattled her to her core.
"Ahh! AHH! Oh god!"
"Shit," Nara squeaked through gritted teeth, her eyes squeezed tight. As she slipped her fingers under the waistband of her panties, she felt the perspiration roll down her face. She swallowed and sighed. Her other hand made its way under her top. She cupped her small, soft breasts and caressed her taut nipples with her fingers. When Rekha cooed a sultry moan, she sank a finger into herself and croaked a quiet, quivering groan.
It was way too hot. As each seductive minute passed, the temperature in both the living room and the bedroom rose quickly.
"MMnnn!" Nara moaned hoping her voice would be lost amongst the sounds of ecstasy coming from the other room. She bit down on her lower lip and dragged the side of her perspiration covered head against the sheets. Her panties were pushed down to her thighs, her top gathered over the tops of her breast. Her bare skin found little relief from the heat against the bed sheets. She rubbed her clit rapidly and hooked a damp finger into herself and pulled and teased her aching nipples. Every muscle was clenching. Her body twisted and arched on the bed.
"Re-Rev!" Rekha called out followed by a long breathy groan.
"Rev," Nara sighed. She had no time to think about what she had just uttered, instead burying a languid groan into her pillow and succumbing quickly to the dripping, warm release from within her body.
**********
The electricity kicked in just as Nara heard the apartment door close. The air-conditioner mercifully heaved back to life. She listened as Rekha walked into the bedroom and then into the bathroom. She remained motionless in the bed as her friend climbed onto the cot beside her.
Thinking for a few seconds in the dark, Nara finally said, "Rekha?"
"Nara? Are you still..." Rekha paused, "How long have you been awake?"
Still without moving, Nara replied, "Not long. I just heard the front door close a few minutes ago. Did you just come home?"
There was another long pause then Rekha said, "Yeah. Actually Revish wanted to take me home so he walked me up to the apartment."
"Oh, okay," Nara said and feigned a yawn. She continued, "So did you have fun tonight?"
"Mm-hmm," Rekha replied barely containing a little laugh in her voice.
"Good," Nara said pulling a pillow close to her chest, "Tell me about it in the morning."
"G'night, Sweety."
"'Night," Nara sighed, then added, "By the way..."
"Hmm?"
"I didn't know you were so flexible."
*********
The crowds at the outdoor market began to build just after the first rays of sunlight found their way down onto the city streets. Nara enjoyed these early morning walkabouts amongst the mats and stalls, checking out the produce and soaking in the energy of the sellers and consumers. The smells of floral and spice, the colours of food and fine woven material, the sound of haggling...it was a great eye-opener in the morning.
It was her alone time. She was already an early riser as compared to Rekha. After last night, however, she didn't even bother to wake her friend up and ask her if she wanted to join her on her stroll. The way she was spread out on the cot, Rekha looked like she needed to recover from the previous evening. Who wouldn't?
Actually, strolling around without a plan was a good way for Nara to recover her own thoughts from the previous night.
Shopping for breakfast, Nara handed her Rupee over to a man standing beside a cart of various nuts and fruit. He passed her a small bag of plump dates and she added it to the contents of her tote bag. She was about to thank him when she felt somebody press up against her back.
"You're paying too much," a male voice said from behind.
Nara leaned to the side and looked back. Through the lenses of her sunglasses she looked up at a smiling, dark handsome face.
"Huh? Revish!" she said. Her mind, along with her heart, instantly seized up.
Revish looked over her shoulder towards the stall-owner. "Is that the way we treat guests in our city?" he said to the man.
The older man just shrugged. Nara continued to stare up at Revish whose smile had disappeared as he glared at the stall-owner.
Her mouth opened to say something but nothing came out.
After a long moment of silence, the old man blinked and sighed. He filled another small bag with some nuts and dried apricots and held it out to Nara.
"What? No, that's alright," she said, startled by the sudden offer.
"Take it," Revish said, his smile returning. "The man is being generous."
Nara thanked the vendor profusely as she took the bag from him. She felt flushed in the cheeks, uncertain if it was because of the extra bag or something else. She turned and walked away, fully aware that Revish was following close behind.
"Getting some breakfast?" he asked.
"Yeah," she nodded. She struggled for something else to say then finally added, "I wasn't expecting to see you so soon again. You surprised me."
"Just good fortune to run into one another, I suppose," he replied.
"You're up early. I would have thought after last night...," her thoughts trailed off.
"Hmm?"
"Well, uh, Rekha got in late last night," Nara stammered slightly, "I couldn't wake her up this morning."
"I hope that means that she had an enjoyable evening," he said.
Nara chewed her lower lip, her eyes darting left and right behind her sunglasses. Images of what occurred in the apartment living room filled her mind. She was still hoping that Revish hadn't actually caught her watching them. She had already stressed herself enough trying to block out how busy her own hands and fingers had become at the same time.
"There's so much to choose from here," she finally said, changing the subject. She focused on the aisles of produce lining the market.
"Allow me to do some bargaining for you," Revish said, stepping ahead of her and heading to a stall selling bread.
Nara stopped and watched the tall, suave man work the vendors. He was charming but undeniably aggressive as well. As he moved from stall to stall, the owners were literally thrusting food into his hands, his cool stare and sharp smile making up for what little he was actually paying them.
Revish finished negotiating for a small jar of honey. He turned to hand it Nara but the woman had moved away. After a minute, he found her conversing with more vendors. He watched her for a moment. Looking relaxed and natural as she spoke with the locals and admired their wares, her whole face lit up when she smiled.
She crouched down in front of a jewelry seller displaying his merchandise on a rug. Revish knelt down beside her and followed her line of sight to a large ornate necklace, a gold chain decorated with a complex arrangement of multi-coloured stones.
"Like it?" he asked.
Nara shook her head, "No. No. Way too showy for me." Still, he noticed her eyes lingering on the delicate piece for a few seconds more before she stood up.
As she checked her now full tote-bag, Revish asked, "Going back to the apartment?"
The woman cocked her head and thought for a moment then said, "Mmm, I'll let Rekha sleep in longer. Maybe I'll just find a place to sit outside and eat."
She was surprised to see the man offer her his hand. She stared at his outstretched palm uncertain of the gesture.
"Come," he said, pointing his thumb towards the main street, "It's too noisy around here. I know of a quiet place. Come on."
Looking up into his cool green eyes, like marbled malachite, his brown lips drawn to a calm smile, Nara hesitated.
"You're not going to eat all of that by yourself are you?" he asked with a wink.
"Okay," she nodded and walked ahead without taking his hand.
Revish continued to smile as he followed her close behind.
After giving the driver some quick directions, the two of them rode a taxi through the labyrinth of streets and maze of traffic. They drove for about ten minutes but they could very well have only gone maybe a couple of kilometers before Revish told the driver to stop and let them out.
Revish led the way through a few narrow alley ways and Nara followed quietly. The twisting paths seemed to go on forever. Just as she was starting to feel a little anxious, the two of them emerged in a small courtyard garden, buried amongst the buildings. There was a babbling stone fountain in the corner and in the middle was a large tulip tree, its reddish-orange flowers in full bloom. Despite the fast rising temperature of the city, this little haven felt surprisingly cool.
Nara looked all around, duly impressed by the small oasis.
Revish grabbed a woven mat leaning up against a wall and unrolled it under the tree.
"Shall we have breakfast?" he asked.
Sitting on the mat listening to the trickle of the fountain, the two ate the food they had bought earlier. The dates were plump and the nuts were crunchy and delicious. Nara savoured the refreshing taste of fresh yogurt mixed with honey. As her empty belly quickly filled, she found herself relaxing more and more as they chatted. He was definitely an engaging man. To her relief, Revish made no mention of the night before and he seemed to prefer asking about what Nara thought of India.
"I love it so far. It's so amazing here. It's like sensation overload," Nara said with a sigh.
"The land of spices," Revish said. "Just let it soak into your being."
She nodded thoughtfully. "We haven't actually seen much beyond the city though. We were supposed to start traveling a bit tomorrow..."
"But?" Revish asked.
Nara shrugged and said, "Well, maybe Rekha has a reason why she wants to stay close to the city while she's here." She flashed him a knowing smile.
Revish leaned back and nodded. "Ah," he simply said.
Nara eyed him. "I think she likes you," she said, pressing the man slightly.
He continued to nod and stare ahead thoughtfully. "I like her, too," he replied.
She paused, flashing him a skeptical look.
Taking a moment to look back at her, seeing his reflection in her sunglasses, Revish laughed warmly. "Okay! I know that look," he said, "I promise to you, I swear, I will be good to Rekha during your stay."
Nara cocked her brow towards him and said, "You'd better."
Revish couldn't help but laugh some more as he looked at her serious face, her jaw fixed and her small pink lips, pursed into a tight tulip shape.
"Take those off already, will you?" he chortled pointing to her large sunglasses, "You make me nervous staring at me through those!"
Nara chuckled and relaxed. She folded up her glasses, revealing her hazel brown eyes, and put them in her bag.
"And how about you?" Revish said, "Shall I hook you up with one of my local friends?"
"Uh, no thanks!" she quickly answered, smirking at him.
"Not interested in brown men?" he chided her.
"I didn't say that," Nara replied, "I've seen a lot of good-looking Indian men. I'm just not here for that, though."
She was trying her best here to sound convincing, to him and to herself. The thoughts she had last night...chalk it up to the heat in the air and coming from the living room.
In truth, in the few times Nara had been to the club she'd found herself attracted to at least a couple of guys. Actually, one evening she had even ended up alone in a booth with a man, cuddling up close together. That had ended abruptly when a couple of the bouncers inexplicably yanked the guy out of the booth and tossed him out of the club. From that point on, no guy came near her, but she never really thought much of it.
"Ah, don't you want the 'complete experience' of a different country?" he asked, a broad smile affixed on his face. He leaned in close and winked, "You know what they say: once you go brown, you never turn back around!"
Nara nearly spit up a mouthful of yogurt as she laughed. His brashness was to the point of ridiculous and she didn't take him seriously for a moment. She coughed then swallowed and said, "You nut! Just shut up about that already!"
They both laughed.
"Besides," Nara continued, "There's also once you go Asian, you don't go Caucasian. I can't be responsible for crushing one of your friend's hopes!"
Revish's laugh echoed throughout the courtyard.
After they finished up their breakfast, Nara did some yoga stretches on the mat while Revish stood back, his arms pressed up against a tree branch overhead. He watched in silence as the young woman stretch her slim body slowly, her eyes closed.
"Remember to breath," he said to her.
Nara opened her eyes, "What?"
"Breath," he repeated, "You're holding your breath. Breathing is the most important part of this."
He knelt down behind her. Nara immediately felt his closeness and tensed slightly.
"Hands up straight over your head," he said, "Palms side-by-side facing forward."
Nara hesitated, not turning her head to look back at him. Finally, she raised her arms up and stretched.
Ever so gently, Revish placed his hands on the side of her ribs from behind. He felt the slightest quiver through her shirt.
"Breath," he said in almost a whisper.
Nara's chest rose and fell, feeling his warm hands on her body but not restraining her at all.
"Pull your leg back," he continued to guide her with a milky voice, "Stretch it out. Keep breathing. Arch your back gently. Belly forward. Breath."
For whatever reason, Nara felt it was easy to follow his instruction. As he slowly guided her into various positions she reminded herself of how close he was to her, how she knew his eyes were on her. Even with his strong hands barely touching her body, she continued to relax under his tutelage. The sounds of the city that had trickled into the courtyard slowly faded away.
At one point, Revish placed Nara's hand on the back of his and they raised them upward to the sky. Silhouetted by the light from above, her lighter skin blended into his darkness.
"Not so different," Revish said.
Nara concurred with a quick nod.
"You're very limber," he said after a few more stretched positions.
She simply smiled.
After a long moment of silence, the old man blinked and sighed. He filled another small bag with some nuts and dried apricots and held it out to Nara.
"What? No, that's alright," she said, startled by the sudden offer.
"Take it," Revish said, his smile returning. "The man is being generous."
Nara thanked the vendor profusely as she took the bag from him. She felt flushed in the cheeks, uncertain if it was because of the extra bag or something else. She turned and walked away, fully aware that Revish was following close behind.
"Getting some breakfast?" he asked.
"Yeah," she nodded. She struggled for something else to say then finally added, "I wasn't expecting to see you so soon again. You surprised me."
"Just good fortune to run into one another, I suppose," he replied.
"You're up early. I would have thought after last night...," her thoughts trailed off.
"Hmm?"
"Well, uh, Rekha got in late last night," Nara stammered slightly, "I couldn't wake her up this morning."
"I hope that means that she had an enjoyable evening," he said.
Nara chewed her lower lip, her eyes darting left and right behind her sunglasses. Images of what occurred in the apartment living room filled her mind. She was still hoping that Revish hadn't actually caught her watching them. She had already stressed herself enough trying to block out how busy her own hands and fingers had become at the same time.
"There's so much to choose from here," she finally said, changing the subject. She focused on the aisles of produce lining the market.
"Allow me to do some bargaining for you," Revish said, stepping ahead of her and heading to a stall selling bread.
Nara stopped and watched the tall, suave man work the vendors. He was charming but undeniably aggressive as well. As he moved from stall to stall, the owners were literally thrusting food into his hands, his cool stare and sharp smile making up for what little he was actually paying them.
Revish finished negotiating for a small jar of honey. He turned to hand it Nara but the woman had moved away. After a minute, he found her conversing with more vendors. He watched her for a moment. Looking relaxed and natural as she spoke with the locals and admired their wares, her whole face lit up when she smiled.
She crouched down in front of a jewelry seller displaying his merchandise on a rug. Revish knelt down beside her and followed her line of sight to a large ornate necklace, a gold chain decorated with a complex arrangement of multi-coloured stones.
"Like it?" he asked.
Nara shook her head, "No. No. Way too showy for me." Still, he noticed her eyes lingering on the delicate piece for a few seconds more before she stood up.
As she checked her now full tote-bag, Revish asked, "Going back to the apartment?"
The woman cocked her head and thought for a moment then said, "Mmm, I'll let Rekha sleep in longer. Maybe I'll just find a place to sit outside and eat."
She was surprised to see the man offer her his hand. She stared at his outstretched palm uncertain of the gesture.
"Come," he said, pointing his thumb towards the main street, "It's too noisy around here. I know of a quiet place. Come on."
Looking up into his cool green eyes, like marbled malachite, his brown lips drawn to a calm smile, Nara hesitated.
"You're not going to eat all of that by yourself are you?" he asked with a wink.
"Okay," she nodded and walked ahead without taking his hand.
Revish continued to smile as he followed her close behind.
After giving the driver some quick directions, the two of them rode a taxi through the labyrinth of streets and maze of traffic. They drove for about ten minutes but they could very well have only gone maybe a couple of kilometers before Revish told the driver to stop and let them out.
Revish led the way through a few narrow alley ways and Nara followed quietly. The twisting paths seemed to go on forever. Just as she was starting to feel a little anxious, the two of them emerged in a small courtyard garden, buried amongst the buildings. There was a babbling stone fountain in the corner and in the middle was a large tulip tree, its reddish-orange flowers in full bloom. Despite the fast rising temperature of the city, this little haven felt surprisingly cool.
Nara looked all around, duly impressed by the small oasis.
Revish grabbed a woven mat leaning up against a wall and unrolled it under the tree.
"Shall we have breakfast?" he asked.
Sitting on the mat listening to the trickle of the fountain, the two ate the food they had bought earlier. The dates were plump and the nuts were crunchy and delicious. Nara savoured the refreshing taste of fresh yogurt mixed with honey. As her empty belly quickly filled, she found herself relaxing more and more as they chatted. He was definitely an engaging man. To her relief, Revish made no mention of the night before and he seemed to prefer asking about what Nara thought of India.
"I love it so far. It's so amazing here. It's like sensation overload," Nara said with a sigh.
"The land of spices," Revish said. "Just let it soak into your being."
She nodded thoughtfully. "We haven't actually seen much beyond the city though. We were supposed to start traveling a bit tomorrow..."
"But?" Revish asked.
Nara shrugged and said, "Well, maybe Rekha has a reason why she wants to stay close to the city while she's here." She flashed him a knowing smile.
Revish leaned back and nodded. "Ah," he simply said.
Nara eyed him. "I think she likes you," she said, pressing the man slightly.
He continued to nod and stare ahead thoughtfully. "I like her, too," he replied.
She paused, flashing him a skeptical look.
Taking a moment to look back at her, seeing his reflection in her sunglasses, Revish laughed warmly. "Okay! I know that look," he said, "I promise to you, I swear, I will be good to Rekha during your stay."
Nara cocked her brow towards him and said, "You'd better."
Revish couldn't help but laugh some more as he looked at her serious face, her jaw fixed and her small pink lips, pursed into a tight tulip shape.
"Take those off already, will you?" he chortled pointing to her large sunglasses, "You make me nervous staring at me through those!"
Nara chuckled and relaxed. She folded up her glasses, revealing her hazel brown eyes, and put them in her bag.
"And how about you?" Revish said, "Shall I hook you up with one of my local friends?"
"Uh, no thanks!" she quickly answered, smirking at him.
"Not interested in brown men?" he chided her.
"I didn't say that," Nara replied, "I've seen a lot of good-looking Indian men. I'm just not here for that, though."
She was trying her best here to sound convincing, to him and to herself. The thoughts she had last night...chalk it up to the heat in the air and coming from the living room.
In truth, in the few times Nara had been to the club she'd found herself attracted to at least a couple of guys. Actually, one evening she had even ended up alone in a booth with a man, cuddling up close together. That had ended abruptly when a couple of the bouncers inexplicably yanked the guy out of the booth and tossed him out of the club. From that point on, no guy came near her, but she never really thought much of it.
"Ah, don't you want the 'complete experience' of a different country?" he asked, a broad smile affixed on his face. He leaned in close and winked, "You know what they say: once you go brown, you never turn back around!"
Nara nearly spit up a mouthful of yogurt as she laughed. His brashness was to the point of ridiculous and she didn't take him seriously for a moment. She coughed then swallowed and said, "You nut! Just shut up about that already!"
They both laughed.
"Besides," Nara continued, "There's also once you go Asian, you don't go Caucasian. I can't be responsible for crushing one of your friend's hopes!"
Revish's laugh echoed throughout the courtyard.
After they finished up their breakfast, Nara did some yoga stretches on the mat while Revish stood back, his arms pressed up against a tree branch overhead. He watched in silence as the young woman stretch her slim body slowly, her eyes closed.
"Remember to breath," he said to her.
Nara opened her eyes, "What?"
"Breath," he repeated, "You're holding your breath. Breathing is the most important part of this."
He knelt down behind her. Nara immediately felt his closeness and tensed slightly.
"Hands up straight over your head," he said, "Palms side-by-side facing forward."
Nara hesitated, not turning her head to look back at him. Finally, she raised her arms up and stretched.
Ever so gently, Revish placed his hands on the side of her ribs from behind. He felt the slightest quiver through her shirt.
"Breath," he said in almost a whisper.
Nara's chest rose and fell, feeling his warm hands on her body but not restraining her at all.
"Pull your leg back," he continued to guide her with a milky voice, "Stretch it out. Keep breathing. Arch your back gently. Belly forward. Breath."
For whatever reason, Nara felt it was easy to follow his instruction. As he slowly guided her into various positions she reminded herself of how close he was to her, how she knew his eyes were on her. Even with his strong hands barely touching her body, she continued to relax under his tutelage. The sounds of the city that had trickled into the courtyard slowly faded away.
At one point, Revish placed Nara's hand on the back of his and they raised them upward to the sky. Silhouetted by the light from above, her lighter skin blended into his darkness.
"Not so different," Revish said.
Nara concurred with a quick nod.
"You're very limber," he said after a few more stretched positions.
She simply smiled.
"Well," Revish said as he stood up, "I should go check things at the club."
"Yeah, I probably should bring some food back to Rekha, if she's awake."
As he helped her to her feet, he said, "Look, I don't want to stop you from seeing my beautiful country. So how about I take you two around? I have a car."
"You shouldn't have to do that, Revish," Nara replied, "You have work and you don't have to play tour-guide for me."
Revish waved his hand, "I can take time off from work and this way I can spend all my time with Rekha while she's here."
"Oh," Nara said then added with a grin, "And her little yellow friend, too."
Revish smiled and nodded.
************
Later in the day in the club's office, Revish told Vishnu about his plans to tour Nara and Rekha around for a few days.
"Woah! Woah! You're actually going to spend more than a night with one woman?" his friend chided him. He added, "You're actually committing yourself to this Rekha?"
"While she's here in Kolkata," Revish replied as he worked on the computer, "It would seem appropriate."
Vishnu leaned up against the desk, winked and smiled, "Well then, do you think you could work me in with her pretty foreign companion?"
Revish stopped typing and looked up at him. He fixed his cool eyes on his friend, held up his finger, and then shook his head slowly and deliberately. There was a sliver of a smile on his lips.
With that, Vishnu simply leaned back in his chair, folding his arms and grinning.
Revish turned back to the computer monitor. For several minutes, he just stared hard at the screen without typing anything.
***********
For the next couple of weeks, the trio traveled along the coast and into the hills of India. Revish was the perfect tour guide, knowledgeable and very proud of his country. They explored the countryside and towns and cities during the day and every night, no matter where they were, Revish always seemed to be able to find where the action was.
They got along just fine. Revish gave all of his affection to Rekha but always kept Nara involved. Nara gave the couple space though both Rekha and Revish insisted that they only do whatever she wanted to during the day. It was only in the evenings when they retired to separate hotel rooms, Rekha and Revish in one and Nara on her own, that they were apart. Nara had hoped that she would be able to spend at least one night sharing a room with Rekha for some much needed "girl talk", but she was also satisfied to see her friend so happy. Plus the two of them couldn't seem to get enough of each other, practically stripping one another with their thoughts and looks whenever they approached their hotel room.
It certainly gave Nara pause for thought before she fell asleep each night alone in her bed. Some nights it was easier to fall asleep than others.
The more they traveled, the more enamored Nara became with the country. India had a way of igniting all of her senses at once. Sights, sounds, tastes, smells just rushed at her. Often it was overwhelming, almost dizzying. There were times she would just stop in the middle of the crowded boulevards unsure of where to turn her next step towards, her eyes pulling her one way, her nose and ears pulling her in other directions.
It would take a playful nudge from Rekha, or the gentle but firm hand from Revish to get her moving again.
All of these stimuli seemed to have another effect on her as well. Her imagination, her dreams, became more vivid. India was a seductive country and it had wended its way into her very core. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't help but continue to think about Rekha and Revish being together. She had only actually seen them having sex once and it was in the dark. The way it was so entrenched in her mind with such intense clarity, she could have been sitting right beside them with a big spotlight glowing down upon their naked entwined bodies.
As she strolled beside a reflecting pool in a city-park, her mind wandered to thoughts of her own past sexual encounters. The one who stood out of course was Jae, her most recent boyfriend and longest relationship. A fellow university student and Korean in Toronto, he was admittedly the best lover she had. But even then, it had more to do with stamina than technique. Like previous guys, sex with Jae was a frenetic, urgent act. It was a one note torrid affair of relentless fucking. She and Jae would put the pedal to the floor from the moment they got into bed or found a place to park.
Admittedly, that had been a rush for Nara the first few times. Skip the story, go right to the last page, over and over, all the time. Thinking about it now, she wondered if their sexual relationship was what eventually led them to drifting apart. Imagining how Revish made love to Rekha seemed to fuel those thoughts. The more she thought about it, the more her focus shifted onto the handsome, confident man, her friend fading out of the picture altogether.
"Um, Nara?" Rekha waved her hand in front of Nara's face, "Hey, sweety! We don't want to leave you behind again. Imagine a lost, innocent Korean girl stuck amongst all these horny brown men in India!"
Nara blinked. She had stopped walking, her eyes fixed on the flashes of light dancing on the ripples of water in the pool.
"Hmm? What?" she asked, pulled out of her faze.
"I know that look," Rekha said smiling through her lush, red lips, "Stop thinking about guys and try to keep up with us okay?"
Rekha walked off, laughing, towards Revish standing in the distance. The man grinned and winked back at her.
Nara stood still for a second longer, the blood pulsing up to her face. Finally she managed to get her feet moving again.
************
They returned to Kolkota a couple of days before the girls' trip to India came to an end. The evening before their departure, Rekha drove to the airport to pick up her uncle. If she could have avoided going to there she would have. It was one of the few conditions for them to stay at his place.
Nara offered to go with her but Rekha didn't see any reason for her to go the crowded airport more times than she need to and there was a good chance her uncle brought enough stuff back with him to fill the trunk and backseat of the compact car. She told her to just stay home and pack.
Nara was cleaning the apartment when she heard the music of a cell phone. It was from a Blackberry phone on the coffee-table. As she picked it up, she didn't think it belonged to Rekha.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Nara? It's Revish," the voice on the other end said, "I think that's my phone you've picked up."
"I figured. You left it here today?"
"Yes. I'm relieved that you have it there," he said, "I really need it. I guess Rekha has gone to the airport?"
"Yeah," Nara replied, "I think she was going to try to see you tonight afterwards? Do you want her to bring it?"
"Actually, I'm very sorry to ask," Revish said, "But can you bring it now if possible?"
"Now?"
"I can't leave the club right now but I really need some information I have on it," he went on,
"Are you busy? I'll pay for the taxi."
"No, not busy actually. I'm pretty much done packing," she said looking around the apartment. Pausing for a moment she added, "I can bring it to you."
"Ah, that's great! Thank you," he said, sounding relieved. "And this way I can say good-bye to you in person as well!"
"Oh! Sure," Nara said, "I'll be there in a little bit, okay?"
Hanging up, Nara went and changed into a pair of grey dress shorts and a black stretch top. Just as she was about to leave the apartment, the phone rang. It was Rekha calling from the airport. She sounded exasperated as she explained that her uncle's flight was delayed by at least an hour, possibly longer.
"I have to stay," she groaned, "I can't go back and forth through that traffic."
"I'll tell Revish that you'll be coming by late tonight," Nara said.
"I'll probably be at least two hours late!"
Nara reassured her friend that it would be okay. She hung up and headed down to grab a taxi to the club.
*********
When she arrived at the club, the evening crowd had just started to churn things up. Vishnu met her at the door.
"Yeah, Revish is in the office just up those stairs," he directed her, pointing across the dance floor. "Go right on up!"
"Thanks Vishnu," she said and started to make her way through throngs of dancers. She looked back, "See you later?"
Vishnu nodded and smiled. He continued to do so as he watched the woman head up the stairs.
*********
"Hey! Come in!" Revish greeted her at the office door with a gentle hug. "Thanks so much for coming tonight."
"No problem," she said as he led her in. She handed him his phone and added, "Besides, you're right. This gives me a chance to say bye and thanks to you."
As she looked around the sparse office, Revish handed her a small glass of sherry and asked, "Do you want to hang out in the club for a while?"
Nara took a sip, shook her head and smiled, "I'm not really dressed for it."
She was a bit under-dressed compared to Revish's blue silk shirt and black dress pants.
"Maybe if I had some of your 'bling'," she joked, pointing out the glittering bits of gold accessories on the man.
Revish shrugged and smiled, "Part of my image when I'm at the club. But that reminds me, I have something for you: A going away present."
Nara's dark brows arched upward, "What? No, Revish! You didn't have to get me anything."
The man was already beckoning her with a wave of his hand as he walked across the room and pulled aside a small rug hanging on the wall revealing a doorway behind it.
Nara frowned, tilted her head, and eyed him.
"Come on," he said as he stood by the door, "You can't leave India without this."
She gave him a skeptical squint. She finished her drink then with a sigh she walked across the room.
"Yeah, I probably should bring some food back to Rekha, if she's awake."
As he helped her to her feet, he said, "Look, I don't want to stop you from seeing my beautiful country. So how about I take you two around? I have a car."
"You shouldn't have to do that, Revish," Nara replied, "You have work and you don't have to play tour-guide for me."
Revish waved his hand, "I can take time off from work and this way I can spend all my time with Rekha while she's here."
"Oh," Nara said then added with a grin, "And her little yellow friend, too."
Revish smiled and nodded.
************
Later in the day in the club's office, Revish told Vishnu about his plans to tour Nara and Rekha around for a few days.
"Woah! Woah! You're actually going to spend more than a night with one woman?" his friend chided him. He added, "You're actually committing yourself to this Rekha?"
"While she's here in Kolkata," Revish replied as he worked on the computer, "It would seem appropriate."
Vishnu leaned up against the desk, winked and smiled, "Well then, do you think you could work me in with her pretty foreign companion?"
Revish stopped typing and looked up at him. He fixed his cool eyes on his friend, held up his finger, and then shook his head slowly and deliberately. There was a sliver of a smile on his lips.
With that, Vishnu simply leaned back in his chair, folding his arms and grinning.
Revish turned back to the computer monitor. For several minutes, he just stared hard at the screen without typing anything.
***********
For the next couple of weeks, the trio traveled along the coast and into the hills of India. Revish was the perfect tour guide, knowledgeable and very proud of his country. They explored the countryside and towns and cities during the day and every night, no matter where they were, Revish always seemed to be able to find where the action was.
They got along just fine. Revish gave all of his affection to Rekha but always kept Nara involved. Nara gave the couple space though both Rekha and Revish insisted that they only do whatever she wanted to during the day. It was only in the evenings when they retired to separate hotel rooms, Rekha and Revish in one and Nara on her own, that they were apart. Nara had hoped that she would be able to spend at least one night sharing a room with Rekha for some much needed "girl talk", but she was also satisfied to see her friend so happy. Plus the two of them couldn't seem to get enough of each other, practically stripping one another with their thoughts and looks whenever they approached their hotel room.
It certainly gave Nara pause for thought before she fell asleep each night alone in her bed. Some nights it was easier to fall asleep than others.
The more they traveled, the more enamored Nara became with the country. India had a way of igniting all of her senses at once. Sights, sounds, tastes, smells just rushed at her. Often it was overwhelming, almost dizzying. There were times she would just stop in the middle of the crowded boulevards unsure of where to turn her next step towards, her eyes pulling her one way, her nose and ears pulling her in other directions.
It would take a playful nudge from Rekha, or the gentle but firm hand from Revish to get her moving again.
All of these stimuli seemed to have another effect on her as well. Her imagination, her dreams, became more vivid. India was a seductive country and it had wended its way into her very core. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't help but continue to think about Rekha and Revish being together. She had only actually seen them having sex once and it was in the dark. The way it was so entrenched in her mind with such intense clarity, she could have been sitting right beside them with a big spotlight glowing down upon their naked entwined bodies.
As she strolled beside a reflecting pool in a city-park, her mind wandered to thoughts of her own past sexual encounters. The one who stood out of course was Jae, her most recent boyfriend and longest relationship. A fellow university student and Korean in Toronto, he was admittedly the best lover she had. But even then, it had more to do with stamina than technique. Like previous guys, sex with Jae was a frenetic, urgent act. It was a one note torrid affair of relentless fucking. She and Jae would put the pedal to the floor from the moment they got into bed or found a place to park.
Admittedly, that had been a rush for Nara the first few times. Skip the story, go right to the last page, over and over, all the time. Thinking about it now, she wondered if their sexual relationship was what eventually led them to drifting apart. Imagining how Revish made love to Rekha seemed to fuel those thoughts. The more she thought about it, the more her focus shifted onto the handsome, confident man, her friend fading out of the picture altogether.
"Um, Nara?" Rekha waved her hand in front of Nara's face, "Hey, sweety! We don't want to leave you behind again. Imagine a lost, innocent Korean girl stuck amongst all these horny brown men in India!"
Nara blinked. She had stopped walking, her eyes fixed on the flashes of light dancing on the ripples of water in the pool.
"Hmm? What?" she asked, pulled out of her faze.
"I know that look," Rekha said smiling through her lush, red lips, "Stop thinking about guys and try to keep up with us okay?"
Rekha walked off, laughing, towards Revish standing in the distance. The man grinned and winked back at her.
Nara stood still for a second longer, the blood pulsing up to her face. Finally she managed to get her feet moving again.
************
They returned to Kolkota a couple of days before the girls' trip to India came to an end. The evening before their departure, Rekha drove to the airport to pick up her uncle. If she could have avoided going to there she would have. It was one of the few conditions for them to stay at his place.
Nara offered to go with her but Rekha didn't see any reason for her to go the crowded airport more times than she need to and there was a good chance her uncle brought enough stuff back with him to fill the trunk and backseat of the compact car. She told her to just stay home and pack.
Nara was cleaning the apartment when she heard the music of a cell phone. It was from a Blackberry phone on the coffee-table. As she picked it up, she didn't think it belonged to Rekha.
"Hello?" she answered.
"Nara? It's Revish," the voice on the other end said, "I think that's my phone you've picked up."
"I figured. You left it here today?"
"Yes. I'm relieved that you have it there," he said, "I really need it. I guess Rekha has gone to the airport?"
"Yeah," Nara replied, "I think she was going to try to see you tonight afterwards? Do you want her to bring it?"
"Actually, I'm very sorry to ask," Revish said, "But can you bring it now if possible?"
"Now?"
"I can't leave the club right now but I really need some information I have on it," he went on,
"Are you busy? I'll pay for the taxi."
"No, not busy actually. I'm pretty much done packing," she said looking around the apartment. Pausing for a moment she added, "I can bring it to you."
"Ah, that's great! Thank you," he said, sounding relieved. "And this way I can say good-bye to you in person as well!"
"Oh! Sure," Nara said, "I'll be there in a little bit, okay?"
Hanging up, Nara went and changed into a pair of grey dress shorts and a black stretch top. Just as she was about to leave the apartment, the phone rang. It was Rekha calling from the airport. She sounded exasperated as she explained that her uncle's flight was delayed by at least an hour, possibly longer.
"I have to stay," she groaned, "I can't go back and forth through that traffic."
"I'll tell Revish that you'll be coming by late tonight," Nara said.
"I'll probably be at least two hours late!"
Nara reassured her friend that it would be okay. She hung up and headed down to grab a taxi to the club.
*********
When she arrived at the club, the evening crowd had just started to churn things up. Vishnu met her at the door.
"Yeah, Revish is in the office just up those stairs," he directed her, pointing across the dance floor. "Go right on up!"
"Thanks Vishnu," she said and started to make her way through throngs of dancers. She looked back, "See you later?"
Vishnu nodded and smiled. He continued to do so as he watched the woman head up the stairs.
*********
"Hey! Come in!" Revish greeted her at the office door with a gentle hug. "Thanks so much for coming tonight."
"No problem," she said as he led her in. She handed him his phone and added, "Besides, you're right. This gives me a chance to say bye and thanks to you."
As she looked around the sparse office, Revish handed her a small glass of sherry and asked, "Do you want to hang out in the club for a while?"
Nara took a sip, shook her head and smiled, "I'm not really dressed for it."
She was a bit under-dressed compared to Revish's blue silk shirt and black dress pants.
"Maybe if I had some of your 'bling'," she joked, pointing out the glittering bits of gold accessories on the man.
Revish shrugged and smiled, "Part of my image when I'm at the club. But that reminds me, I have something for you: A going away present."
Nara's dark brows arched upward, "What? No, Revish! You didn't have to get me anything."
The man was already beckoning her with a wave of his hand as he walked across the room and pulled aside a small rug hanging on the wall revealing a doorway behind it.
Nara frowned, tilted her head, and eyed him.
"Come on," he said as he stood by the door, "You can't leave India without this."
She gave him a skeptical squint. She finished her drink then with a sigh she walked across the room.
She slipped past him as he held the rug aside and passed through the doorway. The sound of the music from the night club below became a muted din as she did.
As Revish followed her through, he pulled the door shut. Nara stood in the room looking around.
"Okay. I wasn't expecting this," she remarked.
She had been expecting a back storeroom filled with boxes and files. Instead, she stood inside a rather spacious room with a high ceiling. It was simply furnished with a large bed, some lamps, a dresser with a stereo, a mirror, and a big screen plasma television mounted on the wall to the left of the bed. The walls were wash-painted a cranberry red casting everything in a subtle rose glow. There were no windows, and the room was warm and stuffy, a couple of incense sticks burning away in a pot on the floor filling the air with smoky spice.
"What...?" Nara started to say.
"Over here," Revish interrupted her as he walked over to a small shelf in the wall.
Nara didn't move from her spot. He returned with a small wooden box and held it out to her. Hesitantly, she took it from him and opened it. The glitter from the gold on the necklace immediately grabbed her attention. For a moment, she had forgotten the uneasiness she had felt when she entered the room.
Now it was replaced by a new uneasiness.
"Oh! Oh, no," she said softly. She looked up. Revish stood before her, watching her with his focused, calm eyes. Her mouth still hanging open, she looked back down at the necklace in her hands.
"You had a good eye when you saw this at the market," he remarked.
"I can't accept this," she said, shaking her head, "You don't have to..."
"See how it looks on you before you say no," he said, interrupting again. He picked up the large necklace from the box and held it up.
Nara looked towards the shiny ornate necklace but saw past it and into the dark facial features of Revish behind it. His green eyes sparkled more than any of the stones on the piece of jewelry. He motioned to her twice to turnaround before she slowly turned her back to him, her eyes always looking back warily.
Looking in the mirror, she raised her short, black hair up and watched Revish carefully as his hands came around and draped the necklace around her neck. It should have felt heavy even as it hung there, glimmering. Nara was barely aware of it.
Revish continued to stand behind her. The two of them looked at one another in the mirror.
"So, what do you think?" he asked.
It was only when he spoke that Nara managed to focus on the necklace. She raised an unsteady hand and touched it. Her face was still blank when she said, "It's, uh, beautiful."
Revish nodded approvingly. "You'll keep it then?" he said.
After a long pause, she forced herself to nod and she replied softly, "Okay. Thanks. This is really too much for a going away present, though."
The man started to chuckle, shaking his head.
Nara blinked. She said, "What? What is it?"
"Nara," he remarked as he leaned in close behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, "The necklace isn't your going away present."
Once more her eyes returned to looking at him in the mirror. His eyes were piercing and riveted on her, his thick brows steady. There was the cocky, confident, aggressive smile that she remembered from the first days she had known him etched across his lips.
"Wh-what...?" she stammered.
He continued to lean in close and speak words as smooth as his silk shirt, "I told you, Nara. I told you that you should fully experience my country."
His hands were heavy on her shoulders, holding her in place before the mirror. She felt unsteady but she didn't move.
"Revish," her mind was working rapidly but she couldn't think of what to say. She didn't know why she didn't try to leave.
His hand moved, pulling away the hair around her ear. He was right on top of her now, his mouth just brushing at the hairs on her ear. With a warm breath he said, "I saw you, watching us that night."
Nara's heart froze and the blood drained from her face, but within an instant her pulse surged again and her cheeks flushed red. Memories that had been suppressed flowed back into her mind, illicit, carnal images. She squeezed her eyes shut trying to clear her mind. All she could see was Revish.
Revish pulled on the sleeve of her top, stretching it over her shoulder. His lips came down and touched her bare skin, feeling the woman quiver.
Nara opened her eyes. "Revish," she gasped, "What are you doing?"
"Shh," he hushed as he continued to move his lips across her shoulder and neck, kissing around the necklace that hung there.
Nara was breathing heavily now, her head reluctantly tilting to the side, revealing her neck to the man, despite the conflict in her mind.
"I-I can't," she shook her head anxiously, "I can't do this."
She didn't move however, and still Revish continued to press his lips against her tender, soft skin.
Nara rolled her eyes upward towards the ceiling.
Revish looked up at her in the mirror. The woman's face was red and shiny from the heat of the room. Her crescent slit eyes were unfocused. She didn't move from her spot, only her unsteady breaths revealing any movement from her. He could tell what she was thinking by looking at her.
"Rekha will never know," he whispered to her reflection, "No one will know."
It was finally Revish who made her turn around and face him.
"You wanted this, didn't you?" he cajoled, "Ever since that night, you've been thinking about this."
Nara looked away to a corner, thinking, struggling with her thoughts and feelings.
"I've been thinking about you," he continued, his deep, calm voice masking a swelling eagerness he'd been enduring as well. He placed his palm gently on her cheek and turned her face towards him, holding it there.
It took a moment, but once her eyes were on his, she never took them away again.
"One night," he said with a husky voice, "You'll never see me again after this."
His face moved close towards hers. She didn't flinch. She watched as his mouth moved forward and press up against her lips. His lips were soft and warm. They shared a long, tender kiss. Nara's hands moved between them, pressing up against him, feeling his broad chest behind his silk shirt. Revish pulled her in closer, wrapping his arms around her, sending her body temperature through the ceiling. It was hot.
It was going to get much, much hotter.
Revish could feel her lips tremble upon his.
When they parted momentarily, he said, "This is just another one of our conversations. Think of it that way. No emotions involved."
Nara frowned, confusion seeping across her face, her dark eyes jittery and unfocused. Still she didn't back away when he brought his mouth to hers once more.
Their mouths opened and closed sensually around one another, warm air and dampness passing across their lips. For what seemed like forever they kissed and tasted one another. Nara was amazed at how methodical and deliberate Revish seemed to be. She was even more shocked about how willingly she was giving herself over to him.
Finally she pushed at his chest and broke away from the kiss.
Her anxious eyes looked up at him. She said, "Rekha might be back before midnight."
Revish grinned and said, "Likely with the airport and traffic, she will be at least 2 or 3 hours." He moved in again, pausing to add, "That should be just enough time for us."
As she watched his sharp smile move towards her again, she was briefly stunned by his bravado. As she felt his lips fold over hers, and his slick tongue slide into her mouth, she recalled her own curiosity about this man and the women he had been with. Then, as she felt him shift her slowly towards the bed, she couldn't help but think that the maybe the man wasn't just bragging.
Revish lowered her onto the bed like an angel falling into a cloud. Once on the soft linens however, their kisses became bolder. With each caress of his lips upon hers, Nara's buried passions were unleashed. Deep down she had known, from the phone call, during the taxi ride over, to the moment he welcomed her into his office, he was leading her right to this moment.
God help her, and Rekha forgive her, she had followed his lead right into bed.
Their hands clutched at one another and the sounds of their hungry wet kisses and gasps for air filled the room. Revish raised himself up and kneeled over her. In his usual cool and composed manner, he undid his shirt. Always with his eyes on her, he removed it and dropped it on the floor beside the bed. Proudly he rolled his shoulders back, his broad, muscular chest thrust over her. He observed the pretty young woman with the dark eyes look at him, scan his creamy brown skin. Her hands reached up and pressed against his hard abdomen.
Once again they clutched each other in a tight embrace as they kissed. Nara felt the stubble around his lips and chin tickle and gently scratch her soft skin. His body felt solid pressed up against hers and was reluctant to let it go when he again sat up, straddling her body.
Without a word, Revish reached behind one of the pillows. He pulled out a handful of silk straps. Nara gasped and swallowed hard when she saw them. Her eyes flitted nervously between the straps and to the man kneeling over her.
She shook her head, "N-no. Revish I don't want to use those."
Revish cocked his brow and grinned. "Are you certain?" he said, "Don't even want to try them on?"
Nara repeated, "No. Not like that."
Revish smiled. He put the straps down and instead reached for something on the night stand. Once more, Nara was taken aback when she saw the lens of a compact digital camcorder focus on her. She was about to say something again when he pointed to the television on the wall. Nara's mouth was agape as she saw herself on the large display, her face flushed red and breathing hard.
As Revish followed her through, he pulled the door shut. Nara stood in the room looking around.
"Okay. I wasn't expecting this," she remarked.
She had been expecting a back storeroom filled with boxes and files. Instead, she stood inside a rather spacious room with a high ceiling. It was simply furnished with a large bed, some lamps, a dresser with a stereo, a mirror, and a big screen plasma television mounted on the wall to the left of the bed. The walls were wash-painted a cranberry red casting everything in a subtle rose glow. There were no windows, and the room was warm and stuffy, a couple of incense sticks burning away in a pot on the floor filling the air with smoky spice.
"What...?" Nara started to say.
"Over here," Revish interrupted her as he walked over to a small shelf in the wall.
Nara didn't move from her spot. He returned with a small wooden box and held it out to her. Hesitantly, she took it from him and opened it. The glitter from the gold on the necklace immediately grabbed her attention. For a moment, she had forgotten the uneasiness she had felt when she entered the room.
Now it was replaced by a new uneasiness.
"Oh! Oh, no," she said softly. She looked up. Revish stood before her, watching her with his focused, calm eyes. Her mouth still hanging open, she looked back down at the necklace in her hands.
"You had a good eye when you saw this at the market," he remarked.
"I can't accept this," she said, shaking her head, "You don't have to..."
"See how it looks on you before you say no," he said, interrupting again. He picked up the large necklace from the box and held it up.
Nara looked towards the shiny ornate necklace but saw past it and into the dark facial features of Revish behind it. His green eyes sparkled more than any of the stones on the piece of jewelry. He motioned to her twice to turnaround before she slowly turned her back to him, her eyes always looking back warily.
Looking in the mirror, she raised her short, black hair up and watched Revish carefully as his hands came around and draped the necklace around her neck. It should have felt heavy even as it hung there, glimmering. Nara was barely aware of it.
Revish continued to stand behind her. The two of them looked at one another in the mirror.
"So, what do you think?" he asked.
It was only when he spoke that Nara managed to focus on the necklace. She raised an unsteady hand and touched it. Her face was still blank when she said, "It's, uh, beautiful."
Revish nodded approvingly. "You'll keep it then?" he said.
After a long pause, she forced herself to nod and she replied softly, "Okay. Thanks. This is really too much for a going away present, though."
The man started to chuckle, shaking his head.
Nara blinked. She said, "What? What is it?"
"Nara," he remarked as he leaned in close behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, "The necklace isn't your going away present."
Once more her eyes returned to looking at him in the mirror. His eyes were piercing and riveted on her, his thick brows steady. There was the cocky, confident, aggressive smile that she remembered from the first days she had known him etched across his lips.
"Wh-what...?" she stammered.
He continued to lean in close and speak words as smooth as his silk shirt, "I told you, Nara. I told you that you should fully experience my country."
His hands were heavy on her shoulders, holding her in place before the mirror. She felt unsteady but she didn't move.
"Revish," her mind was working rapidly but she couldn't think of what to say. She didn't know why she didn't try to leave.
His hand moved, pulling away the hair around her ear. He was right on top of her now, his mouth just brushing at the hairs on her ear. With a warm breath he said, "I saw you, watching us that night."
Nara's heart froze and the blood drained from her face, but within an instant her pulse surged again and her cheeks flushed red. Memories that had been suppressed flowed back into her mind, illicit, carnal images. She squeezed her eyes shut trying to clear her mind. All she could see was Revish.
Revish pulled on the sleeve of her top, stretching it over her shoulder. His lips came down and touched her bare skin, feeling the woman quiver.
Nara opened her eyes. "Revish," she gasped, "What are you doing?"
"Shh," he hushed as he continued to move his lips across her shoulder and neck, kissing around the necklace that hung there.
Nara was breathing heavily now, her head reluctantly tilting to the side, revealing her neck to the man, despite the conflict in her mind.
"I-I can't," she shook her head anxiously, "I can't do this."
She didn't move however, and still Revish continued to press his lips against her tender, soft skin.
Nara rolled her eyes upward towards the ceiling.
Revish looked up at her in the mirror. The woman's face was red and shiny from the heat of the room. Her crescent slit eyes were unfocused. She didn't move from her spot, only her unsteady breaths revealing any movement from her. He could tell what she was thinking by looking at her.
"Rekha will never know," he whispered to her reflection, "No one will know."
It was finally Revish who made her turn around and face him.
"You wanted this, didn't you?" he cajoled, "Ever since that night, you've been thinking about this."
Nara looked away to a corner, thinking, struggling with her thoughts and feelings.
"I've been thinking about you," he continued, his deep, calm voice masking a swelling eagerness he'd been enduring as well. He placed his palm gently on her cheek and turned her face towards him, holding it there.
It took a moment, but once her eyes were on his, she never took them away again.
"One night," he said with a husky voice, "You'll never see me again after this."
His face moved close towards hers. She didn't flinch. She watched as his mouth moved forward and press up against her lips. His lips were soft and warm. They shared a long, tender kiss. Nara's hands moved between them, pressing up against him, feeling his broad chest behind his silk shirt. Revish pulled her in closer, wrapping his arms around her, sending her body temperature through the ceiling. It was hot.
It was going to get much, much hotter.
Revish could feel her lips tremble upon his.
When they parted momentarily, he said, "This is just another one of our conversations. Think of it that way. No emotions involved."
Nara frowned, confusion seeping across her face, her dark eyes jittery and unfocused. Still she didn't back away when he brought his mouth to hers once more.
Their mouths opened and closed sensually around one another, warm air and dampness passing across their lips. For what seemed like forever they kissed and tasted one another. Nara was amazed at how methodical and deliberate Revish seemed to be. She was even more shocked about how willingly she was giving herself over to him.
Finally she pushed at his chest and broke away from the kiss.
Her anxious eyes looked up at him. She said, "Rekha might be back before midnight."
Revish grinned and said, "Likely with the airport and traffic, she will be at least 2 or 3 hours." He moved in again, pausing to add, "That should be just enough time for us."
As she watched his sharp smile move towards her again, she was briefly stunned by his bravado. As she felt his lips fold over hers, and his slick tongue slide into her mouth, she recalled her own curiosity about this man and the women he had been with. Then, as she felt him shift her slowly towards the bed, she couldn't help but think that the maybe the man wasn't just bragging.
Revish lowered her onto the bed like an angel falling into a cloud. Once on the soft linens however, their kisses became bolder. With each caress of his lips upon hers, Nara's buried passions were unleashed. Deep down she had known, from the phone call, during the taxi ride over, to the moment he welcomed her into his office, he was leading her right to this moment.
God help her, and Rekha forgive her, she had followed his lead right into bed.
Their hands clutched at one another and the sounds of their hungry wet kisses and gasps for air filled the room. Revish raised himself up and kneeled over her. In his usual cool and composed manner, he undid his shirt. Always with his eyes on her, he removed it and dropped it on the floor beside the bed. Proudly he rolled his shoulders back, his broad, muscular chest thrust over her. He observed the pretty young woman with the dark eyes look at him, scan his creamy brown skin. Her hands reached up and pressed against his hard abdomen.
Once again they clutched each other in a tight embrace as they kissed. Nara felt the stubble around his lips and chin tickle and gently scratch her soft skin. His body felt solid pressed up against hers and was reluctant to let it go when he again sat up, straddling her body.
Without a word, Revish reached behind one of the pillows. He pulled out a handful of silk straps. Nara gasped and swallowed hard when she saw them. Her eyes flitted nervously between the straps and to the man kneeling over her.
She shook her head, "N-no. Revish I don't want to use those."
Revish cocked his brow and grinned. "Are you certain?" he said, "Don't even want to try them on?"
Nara repeated, "No. Not like that."
Revish smiled. He put the straps down and instead reached for something on the night stand. Once more, Nara was taken aback when she saw the lens of a compact digital camcorder focus on her. She was about to say something again when he pointed to the television on the wall. Nara's mouth was agape as she saw herself on the large display, her face flushed red and breathing hard.
She turned back to Revish, about to protest but her mouth was immediately silenced by his. He locked his lips on hers with an aggressive, draining kiss.
"Mmm, oh god," she gasped in a brief second their lips parted. Her gasps echoed from the television speakers as the camera focused tightly on their interlocking mouths. It was a forceful, demanding kiss, Revish's silent way of saying that there would be no more interruptions.
Revish delighted in the feel of her small, pink, tulip mouth. He could feel her passion grow and flow from them. When he sat back over her again, he held the camera above her with one hand, her body squirming and shifting unsteadily beneath him. His other hand reached for the collar of her top and again stretched it over her shoulder, further down her arm and under the cup of her bra. He pulled at her bra strap and slid the cup below her breast. Nara swallowed softly as Revish's eyes and the camera took their time to admire her lovely small, pert breast.
He held the camera close as he moved in to suckle on her brown nipple. The television displayed everything up close as his nimble tongue curled around it and as he rubbed his lips and teeth softly across the tip. It became slick with his saliva and stiffened to attention. Rev could feel Nara's body tremble as he enveloped his mouth around her soft breast and gently fondled the other with his fingers, tweaking it to hard attention.
Nara, her mind still reeling in conflict, squeezed her eyes tight. She tried to picture Rekha. But the face of her friend faded into the back of her clouded mind with the sound of each lustful kiss and quickening breath echoing from the television. Soon her thoughts, along with her body, would be with only one person.
Revish sat up pulling at the bottom of her shirt as he did so. Nara was lifted from the bed, but as her shirt and bra slipped over her arms and head, she flopped back down onto the pillow. In his eyes, and in the lens of the camera, she could see the reflection of her naked breasts, quivering with each of her unsteady breaths. Revish dragged his fingers tenderly across her chest, thumbing her already straining nipples.
Still kneeling over her, he smoothly shifted downward on the bed. With his free hand, he undid her shorts and lifted her legs to pull them off. He kissed her ankles as he slipped her panties past them. All that remained was the shimmering chain around her neck. The camera slowly scanned along the young woman's light-honey coloured body from her feet upwards. Revish's eyes were just as focused on the smooth flesh and slender shape.
The sparkling, ornate chain around her neck begged to be noticed but it seemed to make her heart shaped face, blushing a rose red and damp with perspiration, all the more attractive. He felt his gut twist in anticipation as he soaked in the lovely beauty lying before him.
Nara watched as he slipped between her legs, his knees pushing apart her thighs. Her whole body was trembling but other than that, she wasn't moving. Instead, she let Revish position her, slowly propping up her knees and spreading her legs apart exposing her smooth-shaven snatch. The man behind the camera smiled.
Nara couldn't look at the television, fully aware that the camera was recording an explicit view of her. She looked upwards at the high ceiling, listening to her own quick breaths and to Revish move on the bed between her legs. Then she closed her eyes and gasped as she felt a wet hot tongue drag slowly up along her quivering petals.
Revish licked and kissed along the line of her opening, pushing and prodding her apart with his adept tongue. With his fingers, he spread her open even wider, revealing her pink, wet inner flesh. As he flicked at her clit with the tip of his tongue, he listened to the woman gasp and groan. He worked at her endlessly with his tongue, his teeth, his lips, his fingers. She squirmed on the bed.
"Ah! Rev!" Nara shuddered. She entangled her fingers in the wet, short curls of his black hair.
Revish thought she was as sweet and smooth as honey as he continued to delight in her taste and feel. He buried his fingers deep inside of her, eliciting a sharp cry from Nara, and they emerged glistening wet. They easily slid back in and out as he continued to rapidly flick at her soft outer-buds with his agile tongue, savouring her like the sweetest of fruit. Nara felt his hot air breathe on her as he continued to moisten her quivering cunt with languid drags of his tongue.
As he lifted himself up on the bed, he kept his fingers inside of her, slipping in and out at a steady rhythm.
The camera zoomed in on Nara's face. Her eyes were either squeezed shut or shifting rapidly around the room, unfocused. Her mouth was wide open now, inhaling deep the warm air. Incense filled her lungs until she was saturated with the essence both inside and out. She tried to wet her parched lips in between gasps but her whole mouth and throat were dry.
She could hear soft, moist sounds from his fingers as they twisted and curled within her.
"Ah god!" The words growled from her raw throat.
"Shh, breath," Revish coached her along.
The bed was shaking now as Revish jammed his fingers hard into her. The last thing she saw was Revish's sharp smile and narrowing eyes hovering over her. She held her breath and gritted her teeth. Then she felt the twisting knot inside of her body suddenly come undone.
"UHH!" She cried out, the raw, deep groan coming from within her totally foreign to her ears. Her gaping mouth was quickly met by his lips and tongue.
Revish felt her spurt uncontrollably over his fingers and hand. He could feel and hear the muffled groans passing from her mouth to his as he kissed her. Nara's eyes were squeezed tight, her mind struggling to keep up with the rush of her tingling body. He didn't relent, didn't stop pushing and probing his dripping fingers inside of her, until her body came to ease. Finally, he withdrew from her.
As he moved back to look at her, the camera still recording, he could see the woman's slender, dark eyes were watery and trying to refocus. Her mouth was open wide, her dry red lips indicative of just how parched she was. Breathing deeply, the redness in her face slowly subsided.
Revish slipped off the bed. He moved towards the night stand and poured a glass of water from a flask. He held it out, offering it to Nara. Still breathing heavily through her nose, she sat up on the bed. Her soft, damp hair hung across her face. She felt the wetness between her thighs.
"Thanks," she said softly, finding it difficult to actually look up at the man. She cleared her throat as she took the glass from his hands.
Revish nodded, a gentle smile on his lips, and stepped aside.
She drank deeply. The water was tepid and she tasted a drop of rose oil and honey in it. She tilted her head back, closing her eyes and gulping every last drop down her dry mouth and throat.
The water couldn't wash away what she was feeling or thinking though.
This had barely begun.
As she put the glass down and turned to Revish, her eyes widened and her heart skipped a quick beat. Standing before her was a dark, stallion of a man, nude and waiting patiently. Nara looked at his impossibly serene face, his gemstone eyes piercing knowingly into her, before she moved down past his broad chest and carved abdomen. Her mouth slipped open slightly when she saw his deep brown cock hanging before her.
Revish stepped forward, nudging her knees apart, and stood between her legs. She could almost feel the heat coming from his thick staff and she could see it twitch and move ever so slightly. He reached down and brushed the hair gently away from her eyes and caressed her cheek and chin as he allowed her to take her time.
Nara started breathing heavily again. She looked over to the television, saw the image of the camera looking down on her. Then she turned back to Revish and reached slowly for his cock, raising the bulbous head to her lips. She licked at it, the tip of her tongue barely brushing the tip of his head. She leaned back, unsteady breath passing through her lips, before swallowing once and then moving forward, her mouth slipping open.
Revish breathed deeply as he felt the dome of his cock push past the small lips of the young woman. It slid on her tongue and against the smooth roof of her mouth before touching the soft back of her throat. He, along with the camera, watched her move her head slowly back and forth, her teeth dragging gently yet teasingly against his soft skin.
Nara slicked his cock with her saliva. She could feel the length stiffen slowly under her
tightening grip as she hungrily worked her mouth around it. Gasping and gulping, she slipped it out of her mouth and flicked her tongue against the head before sucking it back down. She frowned and let her desire drive her harder onto the man, stroking him with her hands. Quicker and quicker, her head bobbed back and forth. Her gasps and voracious gulps mingled with the music from the club.
Revish had been continuously brushing the hair away from her face but now he had a firm grip on the back of her head. He didn't push or pull her, though. He just enjoyed the feel of her working so hard to satiate him.
A trail of perspiration now rolled down the side of her head to her chin, meeting up with the saliva dripping from the edge of her lips. Her jaw ached and she couldn't shake the nervous anxiety she was feeling. She knew the camera was recording all of the lustful strokes of her mouth and every moan and gasp she was failing to quell. For whatever reason, it almost seemed to spur her on.
Her dark eyes looked up at the man. His sharp V-jaw was set, blowing smooth streams of air through his mouth, and his eyes...his eyes were alight and tethered to hers. His cock went deep into her throat. It was so rigid now, so thick.
"Mmm, oh god," she gasped in a brief second their lips parted. Her gasps echoed from the television speakers as the camera focused tightly on their interlocking mouths. It was a forceful, demanding kiss, Revish's silent way of saying that there would be no more interruptions.
Revish delighted in the feel of her small, pink, tulip mouth. He could feel her passion grow and flow from them. When he sat back over her again, he held the camera above her with one hand, her body squirming and shifting unsteadily beneath him. His other hand reached for the collar of her top and again stretched it over her shoulder, further down her arm and under the cup of her bra. He pulled at her bra strap and slid the cup below her breast. Nara swallowed softly as Revish's eyes and the camera took their time to admire her lovely small, pert breast.
He held the camera close as he moved in to suckle on her brown nipple. The television displayed everything up close as his nimble tongue curled around it and as he rubbed his lips and teeth softly across the tip. It became slick with his saliva and stiffened to attention. Rev could feel Nara's body tremble as he enveloped his mouth around her soft breast and gently fondled the other with his fingers, tweaking it to hard attention.
Nara, her mind still reeling in conflict, squeezed her eyes tight. She tried to picture Rekha. But the face of her friend faded into the back of her clouded mind with the sound of each lustful kiss and quickening breath echoing from the television. Soon her thoughts, along with her body, would be with only one person.
Revish sat up pulling at the bottom of her shirt as he did so. Nara was lifted from the bed, but as her shirt and bra slipped over her arms and head, she flopped back down onto the pillow. In his eyes, and in the lens of the camera, she could see the reflection of her naked breasts, quivering with each of her unsteady breaths. Revish dragged his fingers tenderly across her chest, thumbing her already straining nipples.
Still kneeling over her, he smoothly shifted downward on the bed. With his free hand, he undid her shorts and lifted her legs to pull them off. He kissed her ankles as he slipped her panties past them. All that remained was the shimmering chain around her neck. The camera slowly scanned along the young woman's light-honey coloured body from her feet upwards. Revish's eyes were just as focused on the smooth flesh and slender shape.
The sparkling, ornate chain around her neck begged to be noticed but it seemed to make her heart shaped face, blushing a rose red and damp with perspiration, all the more attractive. He felt his gut twist in anticipation as he soaked in the lovely beauty lying before him.
Nara watched as he slipped between her legs, his knees pushing apart her thighs. Her whole body was trembling but other than that, she wasn't moving. Instead, she let Revish position her, slowly propping up her knees and spreading her legs apart exposing her smooth-shaven snatch. The man behind the camera smiled.
Nara couldn't look at the television, fully aware that the camera was recording an explicit view of her. She looked upwards at the high ceiling, listening to her own quick breaths and to Revish move on the bed between her legs. Then she closed her eyes and gasped as she felt a wet hot tongue drag slowly up along her quivering petals.
Revish licked and kissed along the line of her opening, pushing and prodding her apart with his adept tongue. With his fingers, he spread her open even wider, revealing her pink, wet inner flesh. As he flicked at her clit with the tip of his tongue, he listened to the woman gasp and groan. He worked at her endlessly with his tongue, his teeth, his lips, his fingers. She squirmed on the bed.
"Ah! Rev!" Nara shuddered. She entangled her fingers in the wet, short curls of his black hair.
Revish thought she was as sweet and smooth as honey as he continued to delight in her taste and feel. He buried his fingers deep inside of her, eliciting a sharp cry from Nara, and they emerged glistening wet. They easily slid back in and out as he continued to rapidly flick at her soft outer-buds with his agile tongue, savouring her like the sweetest of fruit. Nara felt his hot air breathe on her as he continued to moisten her quivering cunt with languid drags of his tongue.
As he lifted himself up on the bed, he kept his fingers inside of her, slipping in and out at a steady rhythm.
The camera zoomed in on Nara's face. Her eyes were either squeezed shut or shifting rapidly around the room, unfocused. Her mouth was wide open now, inhaling deep the warm air. Incense filled her lungs until she was saturated with the essence both inside and out. She tried to wet her parched lips in between gasps but her whole mouth and throat were dry.
She could hear soft, moist sounds from his fingers as they twisted and curled within her.
"Ah god!" The words growled from her raw throat.
"Shh, breath," Revish coached her along.
The bed was shaking now as Revish jammed his fingers hard into her. The last thing she saw was Revish's sharp smile and narrowing eyes hovering over her. She held her breath and gritted her teeth. Then she felt the twisting knot inside of her body suddenly come undone.
"UHH!" She cried out, the raw, deep groan coming from within her totally foreign to her ears. Her gaping mouth was quickly met by his lips and tongue.
Revish felt her spurt uncontrollably over his fingers and hand. He could feel and hear the muffled groans passing from her mouth to his as he kissed her. Nara's eyes were squeezed tight, her mind struggling to keep up with the rush of her tingling body. He didn't relent, didn't stop pushing and probing his dripping fingers inside of her, until her body came to ease. Finally, he withdrew from her.
As he moved back to look at her, the camera still recording, he could see the woman's slender, dark eyes were watery and trying to refocus. Her mouth was open wide, her dry red lips indicative of just how parched she was. Breathing deeply, the redness in her face slowly subsided.
Revish slipped off the bed. He moved towards the night stand and poured a glass of water from a flask. He held it out, offering it to Nara. Still breathing heavily through her nose, she sat up on the bed. Her soft, damp hair hung across her face. She felt the wetness between her thighs.
"Thanks," she said softly, finding it difficult to actually look up at the man. She cleared her throat as she took the glass from his hands.
Revish nodded, a gentle smile on his lips, and stepped aside.
She drank deeply. The water was tepid and she tasted a drop of rose oil and honey in it. She tilted her head back, closing her eyes and gulping every last drop down her dry mouth and throat.
The water couldn't wash away what she was feeling or thinking though.
This had barely begun.
As she put the glass down and turned to Revish, her eyes widened and her heart skipped a quick beat. Standing before her was a dark, stallion of a man, nude and waiting patiently. Nara looked at his impossibly serene face, his gemstone eyes piercing knowingly into her, before she moved down past his broad chest and carved abdomen. Her mouth slipped open slightly when she saw his deep brown cock hanging before her.
Revish stepped forward, nudging her knees apart, and stood between her legs. She could almost feel the heat coming from his thick staff and she could see it twitch and move ever so slightly. He reached down and brushed the hair gently away from her eyes and caressed her cheek and chin as he allowed her to take her time.
Nara started breathing heavily again. She looked over to the television, saw the image of the camera looking down on her. Then she turned back to Revish and reached slowly for his cock, raising the bulbous head to her lips. She licked at it, the tip of her tongue barely brushing the tip of his head. She leaned back, unsteady breath passing through her lips, before swallowing once and then moving forward, her mouth slipping open.
Revish breathed deeply as he felt the dome of his cock push past the small lips of the young woman. It slid on her tongue and against the smooth roof of her mouth before touching the soft back of her throat. He, along with the camera, watched her move her head slowly back and forth, her teeth dragging gently yet teasingly against his soft skin.
Nara slicked his cock with her saliva. She could feel the length stiffen slowly under her
tightening grip as she hungrily worked her mouth around it. Gasping and gulping, she slipped it out of her mouth and flicked her tongue against the head before sucking it back down. She frowned and let her desire drive her harder onto the man, stroking him with her hands. Quicker and quicker, her head bobbed back and forth. Her gasps and voracious gulps mingled with the music from the club.
Revish had been continuously brushing the hair away from her face but now he had a firm grip on the back of her head. He didn't push or pull her, though. He just enjoyed the feel of her working so hard to satiate him.
A trail of perspiration now rolled down the side of her head to her chin, meeting up with the saliva dripping from the edge of her lips. Her jaw ached and she couldn't shake the nervous anxiety she was feeling. She knew the camera was recording all of the lustful strokes of her mouth and every moan and gasp she was failing to quell. For whatever reason, it almost seemed to spur her on.
Her dark eyes looked up at the man. His sharp V-jaw was set, blowing smooth streams of air through his mouth, and his eyes...his eyes were alight and tethered to hers. His cock went deep into her throat. It was so rigid now, so thick.
Her mouth was stretched wide and even as she drove herself harder and faster, she was unsure of how long she could keep this pace up. Yet deep down, something told her she would, told her she wanted to.
That was when Revish pulled himself out from between her lips. His cock was gleaming with her saliva, erect and rigid like the horn of a beast. She was breathing hard again as she wiped her chin with the back of her hand.
Silently she watched him as he set down the camera on the night stand, positioning it deliberately. He reached into the drawer pulled out a condom packet. Nara's pulse began to race, her thoughts trying to chase away the twinge of anticipation in her gut. Without a word and with the calm demeanor that she had come to expect from him, Revish deftly tore open the packet, removed the condom, and slipped the thin piece of latex down his imposing length.
With a gentle nudge of his finger against her shoulder, Nara fell back onto the bed. He reached down and lifted one of her legs. With an almost torturous deliberateness, the man kissed her foot, then her ankles, and continued along her leg.
"Oh goddammit," Nara thought to herself. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes as she felt his lips on her inner thigh, then on her crotch and up towards her belly. She couldn't decide if she wanted Revish to kiss her entire body, or just take her hard and fast already.
Like a panther he prowled up her body, tasting her soft skin with licks and kisses and soft nibbles. He indulged in full, appreciative sucks on her perky nipples. All the while his body came and closer to hers until finally, as they came face to face, he lowered himself onto her. That's when she felt his hard, hot cock brush against her thighs and press up against her belly.
He looked deep into her narrow dark eyes, his hands at the side of her head, caressing her soft black hair. He was eager to sample a beauty that he had never experienced before but that didn't stop him from taking his time to savour the delights the woman had to offer. Their mouths came together in a smoldering kiss as they clenched their bodies tightly, still not joined. His mocha brown flesh melded with her honey toned skin. He shifted his weight, spreading her legs further apart.
Nara's breaths were unsteady and her lips were quivering as she felt the head of his cock nudge against her tender slit.
Revish raised his head and soothed her, "Shh, steady breaths. Feel my heartbeat against your chest."
She managed to focus for a moment and felt a steady, rhythmic pulse against her bosom.
"Okay?" he said.
Nara nodded.
He kissed her again, and as their lips slid over one another, he pushed forward, the dome of his solid cock pushing apart her petals followed by his full length.
"Ahh!" She pulled her mouth away from his as she tilted her head back.
Like everything else, Revish took his time as he sank into her tender, moist warmth for the first time. She could almost feel each ripple on every inch of his cock push through her.
"You feel so good, Nara," he whispered to her, "So tight and warm."
His crotch pushed against hers. He held his cock steady inside of her.
At first, the woman was preparing, maybe hoping, he would start to pump her hard. The wait had already been so excruciating. She steeled herself to accommodate the man's peaking lust. Instead, he simply remained inside of her. She suddenly felt the pulse of his body flow through his cock within her.
That's when the man started his slow, deliberate motions. He rolled his hips like a belly dancer, extremely precise and controlled motions. There were no stiff thrusts. He glided in and out of her. It took several seconds each time he pulled out to almost his tip and then sank back in till his crotch was fully up against hers. And each time their bodies were completely linked, he'd pause.
It took a moment to register in her head what he was doing. She was bracing herself for when the man would begin to fill her with swift, hard thrusts of his cock. As he looked down over her with his cool, steady gaze she saw how calm he was, realized just how much he was enjoying this. And whenever he paused his strokes, she felt his rigid length throb and pulsate deep within her core. It was tantalizing, the excitement flowing through her body.
"Revish," she said softly, looking up at him.
Revish smiled as his body flowed over and into her. She was a slim woman, but she was strong, with a toned and healthy body. He was confident he could take her far, draw out this illicit and delicious encounter to its furthest extent. She was willing and he was excited to guide her.
"You can feel my heartbeat, can't you?" he said softly.
"Uhh...yes," she groaned.
"Move with me," he coached, pressing his hips a bit more firmly.
In front of the unblinking eye of the camera, Nara cinched her legs up against his torso. Her stomach flexed and loosened to the rhythmic movements of the man moving inside of her. Oblivious to the heavy beats emanating from the downstairs club, she only listened to the pulse and followed the passionate rhythm of Revish. She inhaled deep but steady breaths, every fiber of her saturated with the smell of fragrant incense and Revish's cologne.
Revish withdrew completely, his stiff cock slick and glistening with her moisture, He climbed over her and lay down on his side behind her in the bed. Nara had a clear view of herself in the television as she watched him move up close behind her. Her face was shiny and red as she licked her lips, trying to keep herself relaxed. Revish pulled her leg up and over his, parting her thighs as he guided his cock into her again from behind with one smooth thrust. Nara watched as her mouth rounded open as she took in his full length once more. A shuddering gasp slipped through her lips.
Their bodies moved in mesmerizing unison like the rolling waves on the ocean and Nara cast herself adrift upon them letting Revish's ceaseless motions take her away. He always stayed as close as he could to her, not a fraction of space between their sweltering bodies. His hands were always on her, seeking pleasure from all parts of her body and smooth flesh. From cupping her soft breast fully in his hand, he slid his fingers down past her stomach and played gently with her quivering clit. Nara moaned and shuddered.
"Shh. You're so good, Nara. Your body feels so good," he breathed warm air across her cheek.
Each time she gasped or strained a longing groan, he was there at her ear whispering softly, soothing her, stretching out the emotions and feelings relentlessly building deep within her, deep within both of them. His own words served to relax his own tingling nerves, channeling everything to his cock throbbing harder and harder as each minute passed.
Nara lost all sense of time, all sense of place. It was just Revish, on her, around her, within her. The man did not allow any opportunity to stake a claim on any part of her body to slip by. She had turned her head to the side away from the view of the tv screen and he was immediately leaning over to plant his lips upon hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, placating her wanton sighs.
Still he maintained the never-ending smooth and slow tempo, holding his cock longer and longer inside of her. As they kissed, he caressed her clit with faster, firmer circles of his fingers. Nara could feel the blood through the entire length of his cock pulsate inside of her and stimulate every last inch it touched of her sensitive inner flesh.
She frowned and squeezed her eyes shut. His words could no longer quell the surge she was feeling flowing from within. Her body and mind was about to explode.
"Uhh...R-Revish," she stammered. She lowered her chin towards her chest as she gasped and tried to regain her breath.
His long deep strokes continued. Her breaths were quickening and unsteady and he could feel her clenching around him but still he maintained his deliberate piston-like motions. She grasped at his hand that was caressing her body and she held it tight and close to her. Her body trembled against his.
"Uhh, uhh, Rev," she breathed raspy, high-pitching sounds. Then suddenly she held her breath then groaned aloud, "Ahn!"
Once again she flowed freely as she threw her head back against him, her warm juices spilling over his cock as it sank into her. Her body hitched and shook as she gasped and moaned softly.
Wetting her lips and the inside of her mouth and throat, Nara just had enough time to steel herself when he reached for her arm and pulled her out of the bed. It was like he was holding her up on her feet as she looked up at him anxiously. She was looking for the tender warmth and comforting calm voice of the man who had been making love to her just before.
Looking into his hard stare, all she saw was fire.
With a swift tug he pulled her up close and held her tight as he pressed his long lips hard onto hers. The kiss was voracious and forceful as he claimed her mouth with lustful stabs of his nimble tongue. His fingers clutched at and dug into her ripe, round bottom. Both of their brows were angled sharply downward as they struggled to seize the illicit moment for all it was worth. Nara gasped, trying to keep up but he was all over her, taking everything fast and furiously. His iron-hard cock rubbed eagerly against her belly announcing its presence and intent.
Revish reached down and pulled up one of the woman's slender legs, cradling her knee over the bend in his arm, lifting her to the tiptoes on her other leg. With an impossibly smooth adjustment and thrust of his hips upward, his cock plunged quickly into her. Again she threw her head back and gasped. His strong arms holding her close, he rolled and grinded his hips, firm and solid strokes rapidly sinking in and out of her. Nara held on tight, leaning her head against his shoulder, gasping at each of his precise, stiff thrusts, calling out his name whenever he touched a particularly sweet spot.
That was when Revish pulled himself out from between her lips. His cock was gleaming with her saliva, erect and rigid like the horn of a beast. She was breathing hard again as she wiped her chin with the back of her hand.
Silently she watched him as he set down the camera on the night stand, positioning it deliberately. He reached into the drawer pulled out a condom packet. Nara's pulse began to race, her thoughts trying to chase away the twinge of anticipation in her gut. Without a word and with the calm demeanor that she had come to expect from him, Revish deftly tore open the packet, removed the condom, and slipped the thin piece of latex down his imposing length.
With a gentle nudge of his finger against her shoulder, Nara fell back onto the bed. He reached down and lifted one of her legs. With an almost torturous deliberateness, the man kissed her foot, then her ankles, and continued along her leg.
"Oh goddammit," Nara thought to herself. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes as she felt his lips on her inner thigh, then on her crotch and up towards her belly. She couldn't decide if she wanted Revish to kiss her entire body, or just take her hard and fast already.
Like a panther he prowled up her body, tasting her soft skin with licks and kisses and soft nibbles. He indulged in full, appreciative sucks on her perky nipples. All the while his body came and closer to hers until finally, as they came face to face, he lowered himself onto her. That's when she felt his hard, hot cock brush against her thighs and press up against her belly.
He looked deep into her narrow dark eyes, his hands at the side of her head, caressing her soft black hair. He was eager to sample a beauty that he had never experienced before but that didn't stop him from taking his time to savour the delights the woman had to offer. Their mouths came together in a smoldering kiss as they clenched their bodies tightly, still not joined. His mocha brown flesh melded with her honey toned skin. He shifted his weight, spreading her legs further apart.
Nara's breaths were unsteady and her lips were quivering as she felt the head of his cock nudge against her tender slit.
Revish raised his head and soothed her, "Shh, steady breaths. Feel my heartbeat against your chest."
She managed to focus for a moment and felt a steady, rhythmic pulse against her bosom.
"Okay?" he said.
Nara nodded.
He kissed her again, and as their lips slid over one another, he pushed forward, the dome of his solid cock pushing apart her petals followed by his full length.
"Ahh!" She pulled her mouth away from his as she tilted her head back.
Like everything else, Revish took his time as he sank into her tender, moist warmth for the first time. She could almost feel each ripple on every inch of his cock push through her.
"You feel so good, Nara," he whispered to her, "So tight and warm."
His crotch pushed against hers. He held his cock steady inside of her.
At first, the woman was preparing, maybe hoping, he would start to pump her hard. The wait had already been so excruciating. She steeled herself to accommodate the man's peaking lust. Instead, he simply remained inside of her. She suddenly felt the pulse of his body flow through his cock within her.
That's when the man started his slow, deliberate motions. He rolled his hips like a belly dancer, extremely precise and controlled motions. There were no stiff thrusts. He glided in and out of her. It took several seconds each time he pulled out to almost his tip and then sank back in till his crotch was fully up against hers. And each time their bodies were completely linked, he'd pause.
It took a moment to register in her head what he was doing. She was bracing herself for when the man would begin to fill her with swift, hard thrusts of his cock. As he looked down over her with his cool, steady gaze she saw how calm he was, realized just how much he was enjoying this. And whenever he paused his strokes, she felt his rigid length throb and pulsate deep within her core. It was tantalizing, the excitement flowing through her body.
"Revish," she said softly, looking up at him.
Revish smiled as his body flowed over and into her. She was a slim woman, but she was strong, with a toned and healthy body. He was confident he could take her far, draw out this illicit and delicious encounter to its furthest extent. She was willing and he was excited to guide her.
"You can feel my heartbeat, can't you?" he said softly.
"Uhh...yes," she groaned.
"Move with me," he coached, pressing his hips a bit more firmly.
In front of the unblinking eye of the camera, Nara cinched her legs up against his torso. Her stomach flexed and loosened to the rhythmic movements of the man moving inside of her. Oblivious to the heavy beats emanating from the downstairs club, she only listened to the pulse and followed the passionate rhythm of Revish. She inhaled deep but steady breaths, every fiber of her saturated with the smell of fragrant incense and Revish's cologne.
Revish withdrew completely, his stiff cock slick and glistening with her moisture, He climbed over her and lay down on his side behind her in the bed. Nara had a clear view of herself in the television as she watched him move up close behind her. Her face was shiny and red as she licked her lips, trying to keep herself relaxed. Revish pulled her leg up and over his, parting her thighs as he guided his cock into her again from behind with one smooth thrust. Nara watched as her mouth rounded open as she took in his full length once more. A shuddering gasp slipped through her lips.
Their bodies moved in mesmerizing unison like the rolling waves on the ocean and Nara cast herself adrift upon them letting Revish's ceaseless motions take her away. He always stayed as close as he could to her, not a fraction of space between their sweltering bodies. His hands were always on her, seeking pleasure from all parts of her body and smooth flesh. From cupping her soft breast fully in his hand, he slid his fingers down past her stomach and played gently with her quivering clit. Nara moaned and shuddered.
"Shh. You're so good, Nara. Your body feels so good," he breathed warm air across her cheek.
Each time she gasped or strained a longing groan, he was there at her ear whispering softly, soothing her, stretching out the emotions and feelings relentlessly building deep within her, deep within both of them. His own words served to relax his own tingling nerves, channeling everything to his cock throbbing harder and harder as each minute passed.
Nara lost all sense of time, all sense of place. It was just Revish, on her, around her, within her. The man did not allow any opportunity to stake a claim on any part of her body to slip by. She had turned her head to the side away from the view of the tv screen and he was immediately leaning over to plant his lips upon hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, placating her wanton sighs.
Still he maintained the never-ending smooth and slow tempo, holding his cock longer and longer inside of her. As they kissed, he caressed her clit with faster, firmer circles of his fingers. Nara could feel the blood through the entire length of his cock pulsate inside of her and stimulate every last inch it touched of her sensitive inner flesh.
She frowned and squeezed her eyes shut. His words could no longer quell the surge she was feeling flowing from within. Her body and mind was about to explode.
"Uhh...R-Revish," she stammered. She lowered her chin towards her chest as she gasped and tried to regain her breath.
His long deep strokes continued. Her breaths were quickening and unsteady and he could feel her clenching around him but still he maintained his deliberate piston-like motions. She grasped at his hand that was caressing her body and she held it tight and close to her. Her body trembled against his.
"Uhh, uhh, Rev," she breathed raspy, high-pitching sounds. Then suddenly she held her breath then groaned aloud, "Ahn!"
Once again she flowed freely as she threw her head back against him, her warm juices spilling over his cock as it sank into her. Her body hitched and shook as she gasped and moaned softly.
Wetting her lips and the inside of her mouth and throat, Nara just had enough time to steel herself when he reached for her arm and pulled her out of the bed. It was like he was holding her up on her feet as she looked up at him anxiously. She was looking for the tender warmth and comforting calm voice of the man who had been making love to her just before.
Looking into his hard stare, all she saw was fire.
With a swift tug he pulled her up close and held her tight as he pressed his long lips hard onto hers. The kiss was voracious and forceful as he claimed her mouth with lustful stabs of his nimble tongue. His fingers clutched at and dug into her ripe, round bottom. Both of their brows were angled sharply downward as they struggled to seize the illicit moment for all it was worth. Nara gasped, trying to keep up but he was all over her, taking everything fast and furiously. His iron-hard cock rubbed eagerly against her belly announcing its presence and intent.
Revish reached down and pulled up one of the woman's slender legs, cradling her knee over the bend in his arm, lifting her to the tiptoes on her other leg. With an impossibly smooth adjustment and thrust of his hips upward, his cock plunged quickly into her. Again she threw her head back and gasped. His strong arms holding her close, he rolled and grinded his hips, firm and solid strokes rapidly sinking in and out of her. Nara held on tight, leaning her head against his shoulder, gasping at each of his precise, stiff thrusts, calling out his name whenever he touched a particularly sweet spot.
Faster and faster he worked his hips against her. More and more he wanted from her. He stooped down and slipped his other arm under the bend of the knee of her leg still touching the floor. Standing upright, he was now completely carrying the woman, cradling her as he worked every muscle to push his cock in and out of her.
"Oh god! Rev!" Nara cried out.
"Uhn!" the man grunted back, "Yeah. Come on. Uhn!"
Both of them were slick with perspiration. Both felt the music pulse around them, within them. Still, his body rolled and moved to its own tune and tempo with a beat more feverish and driven than any coming from the club. This woman was taking everything he had and was wanting even more.
He stepped towards the bed and dropped her onto the sheets, always staying joined with her. He knelt on the bed, holding her feet together against his chest and poured more stiff strokes into her. He looked at her body as it lay down before him her nude figure looking all the more enticing with the glittering gold necklace shaking over her chest. It did indeed look perfect over her bare milky-honey skin.
Nara knew all patience was gone now as she took his furious thrusts. He was still undeniably in control of his actions though. Each hard thrust felt deliberate. Inches moved rapidly in and out of her drawing every ounce of pleasure he could from her.
Revish's head listed back as he sucked in a lung-full of hot air. There was the briefest appearance of a smile on his lips just before he redoubled his heated efforts. He straightened out her legs, resting her ankles on his shoulders before leaning forward, folding her flexible body.
"Ahn! Ahn!" Nara pushed out loud cries through her raw throat. She felt his balls slapping against her as he slammed his cock into her.
The man leaned hard onto her, bucking hard into her. They clutched one another's hands together in tight grips. Drops of his salty sweat fell on her face and chest. Minutes ticked by, both of them giving to and taking the best from the other.
From position to position he led her. She took his sleek thrusts from behind on her hands and knees as she clutched at the bed frame. He took a firm hold of her lithe waist and yanked her back and forth, his crotch smacking hard against her butt marking the soft rounds of flesh with a bright crimson glow. The necklace dangled and shook around her neck. He pulled her back grasping at her breasts from behind, his undulating hips continuously pumping his cock into her.
Nara rode him as he lay back down onto the bed. Her mouth was agape and she didn't know where she was finding the strength at this point but Revish's grunts and groans spurred on her slender body to roll and buck seductively over the prone man.
Finally he pushed her back down onto the bed and held her close. Their bodies wrapped and entwined in a desperate embrace, a sweaty mingling of two over-heated people. Nara managed to wrap her legs around his back and lock her ankles together. She wasn't going to let him go anymore. Both were breathing and gasping hard, the aches of ecstasy in their well-worked bodies shown clearly on their strained expressions. His butt and hips rolled like the clouds in a thunderstorm, smooth yet so imposing. His cock was painfully swollen now as his body tensed. Still he drove on, pumping his cock as much as he could into the young woman, groaning aloud
"Ah! Ah! Ah god! Rev!" Nara's mouth was stretched wide. Her screams actually overwhelmed the pounding music bouncing around the room. She could barely steal a breath now as she dug her fingernails into his shoulder blades and jammed her ankles against the small of his back. She couldn't see his mesmerizing eyes anymore; they were squeezed tight as he struggled to hold on.
"Huhn! Nara!" he gasped. He slammed his cock hard into her once more and held it there. He exploded. A guttural, ferocious grunt escaped from his mouth as he raised his head and gritted his teeth. His cock pumped forth a painful stream of thick jism, filling the condom.
Revish's back rose and arched as he tried to refill his longs with quick, raspy breaths. He pulled back a little before bucking into her again, spurting more cum.
"Uhhn!" Nara sighed. Her stomach tightened and she came once more in a deliciously wet rush. She blinked and shuddered, her very core quaking. She felt her cum drip down over her.
Even as the tension in the rest of his body eased, his cock continued to twitch and throb within her. He kissed and licked her shoulder, shifting over her, feeling her breasts pillow his hard chest.
They didn't know how long they stayed that way. Her legs stayed locked around him. She felt his breathing against her skin, felt his heart rate slowly recover along with her own, shared her body heat with him. They said nothing and didn't care that the amped up volume of the club's music was enough to scramble their ear drums.
Finally Revish raised his head back and looked at her, at the ornate chain around her neck and then at her beautiful face. The woman was glowing, her dark eyes dreamy and her tulip-petal lips blowing out long, satisfying sighs of air. She looked up and saw a handsome, confident man with an expression of appreciation on his sharp, creamy brown features and in his shiny emerald eyes. Their bodies still pressed up and entangled around each other, they brought their mouths together in a long, tender kiss.
***********
The television glowed brightly in the darkened bedroom. The flickering light cast its eerie glow on the young woman sitting at the back of her bed, her legs curled up close to her chest. She should have felt comfortable being back in her own home, sitting on her own bed. Instead she felt a swelling unease. Her slender, dark East Asian eyes were fixed on the screen. For two hours she watched the burned DVD that had been sent to her in a small, non-descript package. The video images were dark, shaky and often out of focus, yet the pictures she saw in her head was as stark and clear as the sun. Often there were only parts of bodies on the screen, sometimes none just the sound of heavy dance music and lustful groans and gasps baring witness to what went on in that private room in Kolkata over a month ago.
Nara remembered everything, the sights, the sounds, the sensations on and within her body. Yet watching it on the television...the woman she saw was a stranger. Then his face appeared and her gut tightened.
"Ahh! Oh my god!" a strained voice came from the tv sending a shudder through her, "Ah! Rev!"
Rekha knew nothing. Nobody said anything or gave a hint of what had happened. Her dear friend was just as happy and peppy on the plane ride home as she had ever been. She had even made her new "boyfriend" promise to keep in touch.
The DVD ended. Nara raised the remote and pressed "play" again. She breathed deeply yet she still felt uneasy. Barely hanging from the tips of her fingers was the short letter that had accompanied the DVD:
Nara, I hope you had a lovely time in my country. It was my pleasure to be your guide. I look forward to allowing you to be just as accommodating when I visit. I should be there a couple of weeks after this arrives.
~Rev~
P.S. I will be bringing the straps.
A heavy gold necklace resting on her dresser sparkled in the dark the light from the tv caught it. Nara watched the DVD in its entirety over and over all night long.
"Oh god. Oh fuck," she groaned, still aquiver.
Once again her lips and teeth were dry. She was still clutching his hand, holding it close to her mouth, nipping gently at his knuckles as her full release continued.
Revish felt her slick his cock with her cum. He kissed her forehead tenderly. He loved everything about her, loved how her body felt, loved the sounds she made. The build up and swelling in his cock was incredible. The young woman had gone the full distance with him so far, matching his pace and his lust, and the anticipation of what was still to come released a feverish drive from deep within his body.
He withdrew from her, his cock coated in her dripping wetness. He walked around the bed, dragging his hands through his long damp hair, towards the stereo. Nara breathed in the intoxicating scent of the spicy incense in the air. Lying limp on the bed, she watched his dark, nude, strong physique from behind uneasily. She knew this still wasn't close to being over. And as he cranked up the volume of the stereo, the feed from the club's sound system booming rapid-fire dance music into the steamy room, she had an anxious feeling that this was going to become definitely more intense.
Revish turned to the bed and slowly walked towards her. His creamy brown skin was glistening accenting the sinews and shapes of his muscles. Like a predator, his eyes had narrowed until just a gleam of green shone through. His cock was at full length and thickness and more than ready to resume taking its pleasure.
"Oh god! Rev!" Nara cried out.
"Uhn!" the man grunted back, "Yeah. Come on. Uhn!"
Both of them were slick with perspiration. Both felt the music pulse around them, within them. Still, his body rolled and moved to its own tune and tempo with a beat more feverish and driven than any coming from the club. This woman was taking everything he had and was wanting even more.
He stepped towards the bed and dropped her onto the sheets, always staying joined with her. He knelt on the bed, holding her feet together against his chest and poured more stiff strokes into her. He looked at her body as it lay down before him her nude figure looking all the more enticing with the glittering gold necklace shaking over her chest. It did indeed look perfect over her bare milky-honey skin.
Nara knew all patience was gone now as she took his furious thrusts. He was still undeniably in control of his actions though. Each hard thrust felt deliberate. Inches moved rapidly in and out of her drawing every ounce of pleasure he could from her.
Revish's head listed back as he sucked in a lung-full of hot air. There was the briefest appearance of a smile on his lips just before he redoubled his heated efforts. He straightened out her legs, resting her ankles on his shoulders before leaning forward, folding her flexible body.
"Ahn! Ahn!" Nara pushed out loud cries through her raw throat. She felt his balls slapping against her as he slammed his cock into her.
The man leaned hard onto her, bucking hard into her. They clutched one another's hands together in tight grips. Drops of his salty sweat fell on her face and chest. Minutes ticked by, both of them giving to and taking the best from the other.
From position to position he led her. She took his sleek thrusts from behind on her hands and knees as she clutched at the bed frame. He took a firm hold of her lithe waist and yanked her back and forth, his crotch smacking hard against her butt marking the soft rounds of flesh with a bright crimson glow. The necklace dangled and shook around her neck. He pulled her back grasping at her breasts from behind, his undulating hips continuously pumping his cock into her.
Nara rode him as he lay back down onto the bed. Her mouth was agape and she didn't know where she was finding the strength at this point but Revish's grunts and groans spurred on her slender body to roll and buck seductively over the prone man.
Finally he pushed her back down onto the bed and held her close. Their bodies wrapped and entwined in a desperate embrace, a sweaty mingling of two over-heated people. Nara managed to wrap her legs around his back and lock her ankles together. She wasn't going to let him go anymore. Both were breathing and gasping hard, the aches of ecstasy in their well-worked bodies shown clearly on their strained expressions. His butt and hips rolled like the clouds in a thunderstorm, smooth yet so imposing. His cock was painfully swollen now as his body tensed. Still he drove on, pumping his cock as much as he could into the young woman, groaning aloud
"Ah! Ah! Ah god! Rev!" Nara's mouth was stretched wide. Her screams actually overwhelmed the pounding music bouncing around the room. She could barely steal a breath now as she dug her fingernails into his shoulder blades and jammed her ankles against the small of his back. She couldn't see his mesmerizing eyes anymore; they were squeezed tight as he struggled to hold on.
"Huhn! Nara!" he gasped. He slammed his cock hard into her once more and held it there. He exploded. A guttural, ferocious grunt escaped from his mouth as he raised his head and gritted his teeth. His cock pumped forth a painful stream of thick jism, filling the condom.
Revish's back rose and arched as he tried to refill his longs with quick, raspy breaths. He pulled back a little before bucking into her again, spurting more cum.
"Uhhn!" Nara sighed. Her stomach tightened and she came once more in a deliciously wet rush. She blinked and shuddered, her very core quaking. She felt her cum drip down over her.
Even as the tension in the rest of his body eased, his cock continued to twitch and throb within her. He kissed and licked her shoulder, shifting over her, feeling her breasts pillow his hard chest.
They didn't know how long they stayed that way. Her legs stayed locked around him. She felt his breathing against her skin, felt his heart rate slowly recover along with her own, shared her body heat with him. They said nothing and didn't care that the amped up volume of the club's music was enough to scramble their ear drums.
Finally Revish raised his head back and looked at her, at the ornate chain around her neck and then at her beautiful face. The woman was glowing, her dark eyes dreamy and her tulip-petal lips blowing out long, satisfying sighs of air. She looked up and saw a handsome, confident man with an expression of appreciation on his sharp, creamy brown features and in his shiny emerald eyes. Their bodies still pressed up and entangled around each other, they brought their mouths together in a long, tender kiss.
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The television glowed brightly in the darkened bedroom. The flickering light cast its eerie glow on the young woman sitting at the back of her bed, her legs curled up close to her chest. She should have felt comfortable being back in her own home, sitting on her own bed. Instead she felt a swelling unease. Her slender, dark East Asian eyes were fixed on the screen. For two hours she watched the burned DVD that had been sent to her in a small, non-descript package. The video images were dark, shaky and often out of focus, yet the pictures she saw in her head was as stark and clear as the sun. Often there were only parts of bodies on the screen, sometimes none just the sound of heavy dance music and lustful groans and gasps baring witness to what went on in that private room in Kolkata over a month ago.
Nara remembered everything, the sights, the sounds, the sensations on and within her body. Yet watching it on the television...the woman she saw was a stranger. Then his face appeared and her gut tightened.
"Ahh! Oh my god!" a strained voice came from the tv sending a shudder through her, "Ah! Rev!"
Rekha knew nothing. Nobody said anything or gave a hint of what had happened. Her dear friend was just as happy and peppy on the plane ride home as she had ever been. She had even made her new "boyfriend" promise to keep in touch.
The DVD ended. Nara raised the remote and pressed "play" again. She breathed deeply yet she still felt uneasy. Barely hanging from the tips of her fingers was the short letter that had accompanied the DVD:
Nara, I hope you had a lovely time in my country. It was my pleasure to be your guide. I look forward to allowing you to be just as accommodating when I visit. I should be there a couple of weeks after this arrives.
~Rev~
P.S. I will be bringing the straps.
A heavy gold necklace resting on her dresser sparkled in the dark the light from the tv caught it. Nara watched the DVD in its entirety over and over all night long.
"Oh god. Oh fuck," she groaned, still aquiver.
Once again her lips and teeth were dry. She was still clutching his hand, holding it close to her mouth, nipping gently at his knuckles as her full release continued.
Revish felt her slick his cock with her cum. He kissed her forehead tenderly. He loved everything about her, loved how her body felt, loved the sounds she made. The build up and swelling in his cock was incredible. The young woman had gone the full distance with him so far, matching his pace and his lust, and the anticipation of what was still to come released a feverish drive from deep within his body.
He withdrew from her, his cock coated in her dripping wetness. He walked around the bed, dragging his hands through his long damp hair, towards the stereo. Nara breathed in the intoxicating scent of the spicy incense in the air. Lying limp on the bed, she watched his dark, nude, strong physique from behind uneasily. She knew this still wasn't close to being over. And as he cranked up the volume of the stereo, the feed from the club's sound system booming rapid-fire dance music into the steamy room, she had an anxious feeling that this was going to become definitely more intense.
Revish turned to the bed and slowly walked towards her. His creamy brown skin was glistening accenting the sinews and shapes of his muscles. Like a predator, his eyes had narrowed until just a gleam of green shone through. His cock was at full length and thickness and more than ready to resume taking its pleasure.