The weekend so far had been a smorgasbord of carnal pleasure for Bai-Ma and Xavier; she a mature handmaiden to the mistress of the estate, and he the student tenant who lived in the outhouse. She had given the lad his first handjob on the previous day and today, Sunday, she had blown him sky-high; swallowing mouthfuls of his voluminous cum. Everything for the first time in his life, he had tasted her hirsute armpit, her thick furry pussy hair, and had even brought her to a climax by sucking her cunt to an orgasm. And then they had fallen into a brief restful slumber.
When Bai-Ma awoke and looked out of the window, it was dark. She didn't believe she had slept for that long and figured that heavy clouds had rolled into the city from the west; the ubiquitous monsoon clouds that constantly threatened rain during the three summer months. Her legs felt stiff and numb as she gently lifted Javi's sleeping head and placed it on the settee, sliding off as noiselessly as possible. Although not illiterate, she still had a little difficulty pronouncing his real name so "Javi" became her preferred term and endearment. Looking at her wristwatch lying on the centre table, she realised it was almost 6 o'clock in the evening; apparently she had slept longer than she thought. She picked up her blouse and underclothes from where they lay scattered and went into the washroom.
She unwrapped her unruly saree which had come partially undone from around her and hefted up the petticoat before using the WC, and later the bidet to clean herself thoroughly. After drying herself with tissue, she stood in front of the mirror and looked at herself topless. As Bai-Ma ran her palms over her boobs and scraped the underpart of one breast to relieve an itch, she wondered what she should do; normally she would be back in her rooms around 7:00 pm on the Sundays that she went out. Of course, Madam would not expect her till 9 o'clock on Monday morning. She didn't want to leave Javi but felt she should be more responsible and not give in to her cravings; after all she wasn't an 18 year old like him, she was 40 and mature and had responsibilities towards the household and her mistress.
Xavier awoke to the sound of a loud thunderclap, followed by a low long rumble as it rolled across the sky. He opened his eyes and looked at the near darkness, feeling slightly disoriented as a sudden flash of lightening lit up the room for a second like a strobe light. "Bai-Ma?" he called, hoping that she hadn't left and gone back to her quarters. "Bai-Ma," he said a little louder.
"Yes Javi, I'm here," she said, opening the bathroom door and stepping into the hallway. "I think there's a storm about to start." She had put on her blouse and saree again but left her panties and brassiere hanging on a hook behind the bathroom door. She came into the living room and switched on two floor lamps at opposite corners; then drew the heavy drapes across the large windows. She took away the leftover food and plates and glasses to the kitchen before coming to stand in front of Xavier and looked at his heavy-lidded eyes.
Just then there was another crashing sound outside as the heavens opened up and the rain came cascading down. Xavier always enjoyed the sound of the rain as it pummelled the leaves of the trees that surrounded his outhouse. He stood up, looking happy, and wordlessly enfolded Bai-Ma in his arms, holding her tight against his almost naked body. After a while, he walked to the bathroom and washed his face in cold water before coming back feeling pleasantly relaxed and refreshed. He bent down and picked up his denims from the settee and slipped into them before wearing his linen shirt which he buttoned half way up his chest.
They both sat around the centre table, each taking one of the three comfortable armchairs that surrounded it and avoided the divan that had seen so much of their goings-on during the day. "Get you guitar and play for me Javi," Bai-Ma requested after they had spoken about inanities for a while.
"Can we have another drink?" Javi asked her, remembering the pleasant state of inebriation he had enjoyed in the afternoon.
Bai-Ma gave it only a second's thought before taking the vodka bottle and walking to the kitchen while Xavier went to his bedroom. She rinsed the glasses they had used in the afternoon and made another couple of drinks with ice and soda water, avoiding the Red Bull this time. She cut a lemon into thin slices and garnished the beverage. As she was walking back to the front room, she saw Xavier had just come out of his bedroom with his guitar in one hand and a capo, a clamp, in the other. They settled down again with their respective highball glasses and Xavier idly strummed his Washburn acoustic.
Over the next ninety minutes Xavier played intermittently while they talked and drank. He sang some country songs, a couple from Simon & Garfunkel's hits, and one called "Edge of Seventeen" from the early '80s by Stevie Nicks. It was a sultry song from the perspective of an older woman with lyrics that point to both hesitation and lustful abandonment. The lyrics spoke of her desire to please her partner, and to teach him a thing or two about the delicate intricacies of love and sexual fulfilment. And in between the songs, they talked.
Bai-Ma told Xavier about her youth in a village out East, about her family and how they all toiled in the small farm they had. She spoke about her aborted marriage with a man from the neighbouring village, his drunkenness and disappearance one day, never to be heard from or seen again. She told him about how she came to the big city with a cousin from the village and even hinted at her brief sexual relationships in those early days. She talked very appreciatively about her mistress, how they had met and finally how she had come to settle down in this estate. She told him about the lady's many charitable works and her philanthropy; about how she belonged to one of the old princely families in the country.
Between songs and sips of their vodka, Xavier told her about his short life in the small town he had been born and raised in. He talked more about his enthusiasm for sports and also how he hated his studies, except for music, which he primarily had to teach himself. He told her how breaking out of that small town and coming to the city barely two months ago had changed his entire perspective on life. And he thanked all the Gods in heaven and the stars in the sky that he had met her. He told her honestly how he had fallen in love with her, confusing it somewhat with infatuation, from the moment he had seen her the day Madam had introduced him to all the staff.
"You have such a beautiful voice, Javi. I have never heard the songs you sing but the words are so full of meaning. Do you write the words?"
Xavier laughed and then explained to her briefly about the music he liked; American folk, country and western, rock and roll. He told her about the bands he liked and how famous they were and his dream to see one of their live concerts someday. But most of all, he loved singing for her. As their first round of drinks was finishing, he sang an old 1984 song that was recorded originally by Jennifer Rush and later by many artists like Celine Dion, Air Supply and Laura Branigan.
The whispers in the morning
