(This is a work of fiction and all characters are above the age of consent. It is a contemporary story drawing from the current situation with two main characters; I attempt to alternate between their perspectives. This is a continuation of my earlier work, "My Indian Summer".
The story starts off with a young lad going to meet his newly widowed relative, who has a farm in the hills and finds himself falling in love with her. He proposes too, she asks him for 10 days time to think it over. A phone call home reveals that a lockdown has been imposed as a virus is on the loose. Over the next few days they discover hidden facets of each other, and end up in bed together as she guides him in the ways of love. She finally relents and wedding plans are under way)
The story continues...
22. Swimming against the tide
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After the late night show, I was sleeping like a log. I envisaged her hand stroking me, smiling to myself, not quite awake, as I felt her move away. I groped for her still half asleep, as I heard some voices, groggily opening my eyes, to find I had a captive audience, with my morning wood, the star of the show.
The grandparents were at the door of the room, as she was venturing out, the hard evidence in full view, was a pointer to my guilty pleasures. I hurriedly grabbed my lungi, as I turned a deep shade of red, matching the blush that she was sporting, as we were literally caught in the act with our pants down.
But their very next words put me at ease, and I envied how chilled out they were, as they asked about our feedback to the show they had put on last night. A ;ittle dissapointed that we left a bit early and didn't stay on for the grand climax. They had derived even greater pleasure from the fact, that they had a captive audience on hand, a group of amateur voyeurs who inspired them to exhibit their talents.
I was like a kid at a magic show and wanted to know the secret to their long-standing performance. They'd love to demonstrate it for us; we could join in as a foursome on our next visit, and get a hands on experience ourselves. "Consider it a wedding gift, a great way to embark on conjugal bliss".
I loved the informal, matter of fact way, they were so comfortable talking about sexuality, unlike the two faced approach that was so common these days. They were at ease with their own nudity as well.
I couldn't stop staring at nani's huge knockers up front, defying gravity, and other parts of her voluptuous body in full view of my unblinking eyes. The swell of her hips, the toned belly, and the smooth mound were impossible to turn away from. Di glared at me, gesturing wildly to me to look elsewhere. But it was only the second nude of my life, a thing of beauty at that, and I was under a spell of her ethereal charms.
The grandparents, watching my incredulous stare, broke into a song "Bar bar dekho, hazar bar dekho, ke dekhne ki cheez hai, ye meri dilruba"- 'See it again and again, even a thousand times, it's a sight worth seeing".
I blushed, moving my eyes sideways, to catch her stealing surreptitious glances at nana's prick, that was quite an eyeful even when flaccid. So fit and well endowed were the couple, that they gave us, who were in our sexual prime a complex.
Then nani nudged nana, saying enough fooling around, that they needed to give us some alone time. So they left to prepare breakfast, but not before jiggling her boobies at my face, as a farewell gift.
As they left, she commenced giving me a piece of her mind, seething at me for staring at nani's nipples. I said that I couldn't help myself and besides had caught her peeking at nana's prick. "What's good for the goose, is good for the gander", I retorted. She laughed at my clever use of phrase, "come here you silly goose" as she enveloped me in a hug.
Talking of tits, had made me thirst for my morning beverage, and I latched on to her full breasts drinking noisily. She asked me to not make so much noise as they would hear. But they had given us their assent, and would be upset if we didn't follow their lead, I countered between mouthfuls, dipping into her thighs as well. She gave up reasoning with me , moaning away as I pleasured her and giving me a blow job as well to get her morning dose, as I indulged her with my frothy cream.
As we went into the kitchen for breakfast, the piping hot aromas of chole, and the sizzle of the puris being fried, filled the air. The food was quite spicy, but so tasty, that we couldn't stop eating, tears streamed down our cheeks as the elders fed us. Nani had forgotten to temper the food to our tastes, and apologized, opening a jar of berry preserve that was simply lip smacking, better than any I had ever tasted.
She told Di, that she had kept a bottle aside for her to take back home as well. We insisted on feeding the grandparents breakfast as well, as they relished the food from our hands, making us feel right at home.
Breakfast done, nani said that the house was smelling like a bordello, and bundled us out to get a bath and freshen up. There was a chill in the air, I didn't fancy a dunking in the icy cold waters of the river, so I ventured back inside. She held me firmly by the elbow, saying a good scrubbing would do me good. But instead of venturing to the river, we walked up the forested slope.
I looked at Di quizzically, but she was just as nonplussed. Half way up we heard the gurgle of flowing water, and a short distance away came upon a glade where hot water springs were bubbling away, as steam formed a misty haze colliding with the cool air. We were informed that these were age old springs, it was tradition for couples to bathe together to have a fulfilled marital life.
