When the rain thinned down, a teashop at a distance swam into view. He stepped out and arrived at the teashop only to find it shuttered down. Attached to it was a thatched house. And nobody was there in the vicinity. Puzzled, he walked around.
Behind the house, were an ancient brick-walled well and a palm leave enclosure: the bath-hut. Coming around, on the far side wall, he could locate a wooden door, bolted within. Hopefully, he knocked at the door. With a click, it swerved in. And there, in a tight blouse and low-hip mundu (dhoti) was standing a young woman of fine curvatures.
They stood spellbound, looking at one another, as in a dream. The woman regained her senses first, disappeared and appeared again, in no time, with a towel cast over her big boobs.
– I’m sorry. I thought it was my husband. Can I be a help?
– Its ok, I just arrived by this train. If you can tell me the way to the bus stand…
– No way. I mean, the bus stand is on the other side of the river. The only bridge, a low level one, has gone under water. It’s raining nonstop for the past ten twelve days. No bus. No way.
– O my… where’ll I go now?
There was a silence fell in between them and a delay in her decision making. For a moment, a tremor seized him as he thought that the door was going to be slammed on his face securing the doll once for all. But by then a moist wind blew her dhoti deep in between her thighs and her towel off her boobs. As crimson crept on her cheeks, she spoke.
– As of your look, are you a military man?
– Yes, I am.
– Come in, then, if you please.
He accepted her hospitality. She made him tea. Drinking hot tea, both exchanged their life stories, of course, with much withheld on either side. His name was Mohan; had to travel by that route for the first time, heading to his native, on leave. She was Kala; arrived at that town five years back with her husband from the state of Kerala. And by the by, her husband, on an important mission, was out of station.
With rain outside, night approached soon. They had dinner together and went to bed. It was a one room house. No cots; no mattresses; only mats, bed sheets and pillows, a la Indian country style. They lay down with five six feet gap in between. But both were young and in their prime.
With his profession, posted mostly at remote places, he hadn’t had much chance to frequent with opposite sex. And she, married at a tender age, was without child for five long years. Emptiness craved in both, to get filled up. Neither could catch a sleep.
Full lips, big boobs, narrow waist and wide hips — what a figure she has! He turned on his bed.
Tall, broad chest, flat stomach and strong limbs — what a build he has! She heaved and sighed.
– No sleeping? Are you ok?
– The thing is… with my husband away and… you being a stranger…
– Same problem here… with your husband away and… you being so attractive…
– Attractive? Me?…(she had pockmarks on her face)
– I’ve never met a girl with a body like yours.
That made her cheeks lighted up and her thigh-junction trickled hot. She wanted to have his cock down there immediately. Yet she waited for him to make the first move. After all she was a woman and had to behave in such context.
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