‘I am perfectly happy sitting close to you like this, savoring your musk and absorbing your warmth,’ he whispered.
‘I know dear, we can never part. We need each other,’ I said.
‘I cannot ever stay away from you. I want to be around you, worshiping you filling my eyes with your celestial frame.’
‘Every woman looks like me.’
‘Never, all women are different, the proportions are different, attitudes are different, inner climates are different, profiles are different. Only Mary Auntie comes somewhere near to you.’
‘Do you like her very much?’
‘Yes, she has the verve and the right attitude. Her body is very close to yours. I love to watch her body transmuting in the paroxysms of love. I guess that your breasts are few grades better than hers.’
‘You will find out dear’
‘When?’ he was beaming with anxiety and angst.
‘Tonight if possible,’ I said.
‘That is great, so the worshipper is being favored by the deity.’
I confidently slept leaning on his stout and stealthy shoulder.
I laughed. We checked into a hotel in the city overlooking the back waters. It was a beautiful Saturday evening. I plunked into the chair to get used to the new surroundings. He went to the bath room to wash away the dust of the road. Few floors below the city simmered and bubbled up in its listless chaotic order.
He emerged from the bath room with his trousers only on and upper half of his trunk naked. Reclining on the chair I absorbed his well chiseled glistening muscular body. There was not a single lump o f baby fat on him, a cent percent male specimen he was. It excited me that he was entirely mine for all time to come.
I got up to remove my sari, I needed a bath. He came forward to help me. He carefully peeled of the sari as if it was a very delicate material and folded it properly. With fervent and trembling hands he helped me to unhook the blouse. His eyes were devouring my breasts when the blouse came away. I decided to retain the bra. My blouse was soaked with sweat. He grabbed it like a treasure and inhaled deep from it.
‘The fragrance of paradise,’ he commented.
I removed my drenched panties also and offered to him. Now I was only in my under skirt and bra.
‘Please take out my pale blue gown and panties dear,’ I retired to the bath room.
I did not disturb my hair, rather I washed the reaming part of the body. My pussy was lathered with excess pussy juice. I washed my entire body clean with meticulous devotion as it was a special day for both of us. After washing I put on his used shirt left in the bath room. It loosely hung down to my mid thighs. I left the first few buttons open as my breasts were too large for them.
He was deeply engrossed in licking and inhaling the gusset. He seemed to be oblivious of the world around.
‘The taste and fragrance of your nectar distracts me from the reality,’ he confessed and stood up apparently shocked by my tantalizing presence. I knew before hand that my semi nude appearance would take him by the horns. My breasts were nearly exposed for his lustful young eyes to feast on. The buttoned part of the shirt accentuated the appeal of my small waist. The tail of the shirt hardly concealed the pleasure garden in the valley between my supple thighs, lush with a soft turf of spritely grass.