lips. The beautiful woman was dressed in a sari of pale lilac and he wore a dark purple velvet jerkin over black trousers. She untucked an edge of the sari and placed it in his palm without taking her eyes from his and slowly she began turning, slender arms raised high, long-fingered hands drawing shapes in the air, the chiffon unravelling as she spun in a passionate, symbolic dance.
In the heat of the afternoon it was hard to tell if our mutual perspiration was due to the temperature or the scene we were witnessing through the patio doors. I could feel your arousal and our breathing became fast as the beauty of the woman was slowly revealed. Her coffee coloured breasts rose and fell, encased in a white lace bodice and she offered them to her man as the finale to the dance was played out. He buried his head in her loveliness and she immediately drew away in a teasing bow of powerful dominance from his pleading, outstretched arms. The second part of her sari was still intact and we both held our breath as she once more began twirling whilst he held the soft fabric and we watched it fall away little by little leaving her long, brown legs exposed. She now stood in a white lace ensemble which he tore away in a show of his own dominance. By then we were wrapped in our own embrace, completely involved in this love-making spectacle.
Tenderness took over and the Asian man laid his naked lady gently down on the rug, entering her with such precision and delicacy, we were moved to sighing. As she reached her climax, we watched enthralled and were frantic to begin our own lovemaking, just as she glanced in our direction and gave a wink – she’d known all along that we were watching.
We walked off the white sand beach hand-in-hand to make our afternoon massage appointment. The room was cool with the sound of the sea crashing on the rocks in the background and views of the turquoise ocean from every aspect. We removed each other’s beachwear and stood under a cool shower. As soon as we stepped out we were wrapped in soft white, fleecy towels by a handsome young man in his twenties and a dark-skinned masseuse about the same age. We donned robes and sat in comfy wicker loungers to begin the head massage with almond oil – the boy for me and the girl for you. You reached across and stroked my hand as we drifted in and out of light sleep.
We then lay face down for the body massage and I sensed you were enjoying those delicate yet strong hands easing their way down your spine in slow circular movements. I too felt excited by the firmness of the pressure and the intense aroma of the oils as practised hands moved their way slowly down my legs.
At some point – you must have waited until I was completely subdued by the ambience of this relaxing retreat – you quietly took over from my masseur. I felt hands smoothing the inside of my thighs with a greater intensity, teasing that place just below my buttocks. I turned my head to see you naked, your erection sliding easily up and down between my legs, a grin as wide as a Cheshire cat on your beautiful face. You slipped easily inside me and I remember the intensity of us climaxing together with the sound of those crashing waves audible. We sheepishly beat a retreat, running past the giggling masseurs down to the waiting salty sea; I felt happier than ever before in my life and you told me you felt the same.
The following day dawned, beautiful and sun-drenched. We decided to walk and the tree-lined lane offered all the shade you needed to walk and enjoy this remarkable place.
A woman was bent over tending the garden of her little abode and we both breathed in deeply, relishing the scent of rosemary, lemon and thyme, so fresh in the heat. She nodded her head as we passed and beckoned us in, offering a sprig of thyme to me and a hibiscus flower to you, the colour of which was somewhere between apricot and gold:
“Sit in my garden, I bring you mint tea, rest a while.”
The smell of incense emanated from the house as she swung the door and I felt a sense of welcoming peace. We kissed like teenagers, exploring tongues and teeth in between giggles. Your hand moved to the flimsy blouse I wore and oh so gently you pushed against the side of my nipple, back and forth until I felt the juices flow and the hardness of your prick against me. As our hostess returned, we straightened up and took a breath.
“Cooling balm” she said, demonstrating how to rub it lightly on your neck and wrists. “And mint tea for refreshment.”
We offered our thanks, and payment, but she wanted nothing – “just the joy of watching two young people in love” she smiled and disappeared inside the bungalow.
I can feel the freshness of the buttery balm now – you began at my neck and teased each nipple, over and over until I gasped and thrust your hand ’neath my skirt to rub your creamy-tipped fingers inside my yielding, fulsome lips. My eyes must have shown my pleasure because you kissed me with a tenderness I will never forget and I fell into your arms sated and willing.
… I was wrapped in Miles’ arms and he kissed the top of my head.
“That was amazing Beth, I feel as if I’m back there again with you.”
“Come on Miles, I want to give you a massage.”
I had no idea how to do it but I was going to try my best.
He laughed but didn’t resist as I took his hand and led him through to the bedroom. Candles still wafted their cinnamon and ginger vapours and I had draped a beautiful silk sari over the bed, which shimmered in the dusky light. He let me take off his clothes, like a child, allowing me to undress him and I laid him down. I spread some oil on my hands and slowly massaged his shoulders, his chest, his stomach, his thighs until he grew beneath my hands. He gave a soft moan and I took him in my mouth. Exhausted, he fell asleep and we lay together most of the night, soundly sleeping.
I feel such a warmth in my belly. The fulfilment of loving him. Storm clouds are gathering and I want to build a wall to protect us from the world outside. I will use these stories to create a little fantasy for us, where we can laugh, love and cry together, and maybe it will help us get through the troubles ahead.
Now … Enough philosophising – Off to work!
8.15 am
Just about to leave for work. Text from Miles:
“Love you loads xxxxxxxx What’s on the menu tonight?”
“Calippos!”
“What??? The ice lollies?? ”
“Yup”
“WTF …”
“Now, now Miles. Don’t swear! Love you xxxx”
10.30 am
Pelting with rain this morning. Took the bus. Still feeling warm inside despite the rain dripping down the windows. The whole college feels damp, wet brollies, steaming clothes. Julie got the new technician to check her computer. His name is Alex. It was a bit like a Coke advert, the secretaries all staring at him. At least I was in the office with a credible excuse – trying to sort out the students’ assignments, but I found myself smiling at Julie’s rather feeble attempts at flirting and thinking about my story for tonight!
Email from Lucinda.
Hi Babes
Re our phone call… Hope you’re not too worried about you know who!
Have to tell more about Paris and Mr X. …
Lucinda
