It was true that we both had married late. I was in my mid-thirties, Rajat a couple of years older. I had resolutely turned a deaf ear to my innermost cravings and bodily needs and had locked them away, till a few months from now, focusing on my career and work alone. I was a teacher at a reputed school and also gave classes at home. But I had grown tired of my loneliness and the punishment I had kept inflicting upon myself, especially my constant pushing away of the idea of marriage, the idea of another partner… then I met him at one of my friends’ parties and believe it or not, we clicked instantly. I was glad that our wavelengths matched so perfectly. It was, as if, everything fell into place at the right time.
Girls were always swooning over him, but he was never interested in casual flings and affairs. Rajat was also career-minded, like me. And having achieved his dreams and bagged a top executive position in his office, he, too, had understood that something or someone was lacking in his life. So, it seemed like a match made in heaven. Too good to be true! And suddenly, this sublime landscape opened in front of my eyes… I realized what a great disservice I was doing to my innermost feelings, sentiments and emotions. A whole new world of togetherness and companionship, tenderness and fondness, warmth and affection was waiting for the two of us… sizzling with brand new experiences, adventures and moments. And lots and lots of love and sex.
I found him extremely devoted to me. We sincerely loved each other’s company… and Rajat could hardly keep his hands off me. He was an ardent admirer of sensuality and aesthetics, and he enjoyed gifting me sumptuous bodily pleasures, making his tongue and fingers go on a wild rampage over my sensitive skin, his eyes dancing with a mischievous twitch while I uttered the loudest moans and whimpers, unable to bear his scorching touch any longer. He was a crafty player… and his antics provoked me to fall in love with the idea of sex. Not just the initial flirting, but the unbridled, uninhibited, rampant, lustful fucking which followed. Aaahhh!!
In spite of his hectic schedule, he had managed to get a short leave from office, and we flew away to this quaint hill station which seemed a paradise to me. I was floored by its picturesque tranquility and natural serenity. Rajat knew this place; he had come once in his childhood with his family. But I was a stranger to its beauty. And the view from our balcony could not be described by words alone… it was something to be seen and felt. It was complete bliss… bliss in its purest form.
Slowly I moved out of bed and roamed around the suite aimlessly. Slipping on my tee and panties, I wondered about our return to the city again. Good things don’t last forever. And this vacation would end someday. Didn’t I know that before?
“Can you get my towel?” asked Rajat from inside the shower. I picked it up from the bed, turned the door handle and was going to slip it in, when he grabbed me by the hands and shoved me inside.