Tara under the Banyan Tree. “Salutations to the Guru who is established in Knowledge and Power, who is adorned within the garland of Knowledge and who grants both worldly prosperity and liberation.” Guru Stotra
I lay on my stomach on the sunbed, shaded from the late afternoon sun, by the broad green leaves of the plants around me. Still drowsy I watched the play of speckled light across the cool terracotta tiles of the patio. I sensually move my body across the stiffness of the canvas, feeling my nipples respond. I was stroking my body with the bed, wishing there was someone watching me. I lifted my head slightly, to look across at the inviting water in the small blue mosaic pool, the background sounds of the wind chimes in the trees playing harmonies with the cascading water over the stones around the ornate waterfall.
The loose cotton shorts feel cool, hardly touching my skin. Even after ten hours sleep and soothing creams, I was still sore. He had ripped away my true virginity. Holding my hair pulling back my head he had thrust so hard into me, he had lifted me nearly off the floor. I could only pant, whimper and moan, his hands leaving my hair for my swaying breasts, my nipples eager for his fingers. That ruthless shaft of heated flesh, created to impregnate me.
I laid down my head and closed my eyes, still sleepy from the long flight and my new demanding emotions.
The face comes again in my memory, the lines of experience, the overwhelming confidence almost hidden by the beard and the shadows. A phantom now in my dreams, and yet my body shivers to his reality. The haunting memory locked inside my mind. The long arched form that pulled my fingers and thumb apart, magnificent and erect, arrogant, iron hard, and unbearably hot. I had tensed when it touched my bottom marking me with his essence. It was like the man powerful and demanding. I wondered how many girls had parted their thighs in obedience to it. It was beautifully shaped for what it would do to me. The pain and the fear had been a moment, the fullness and the new emotions afterwards were still echoing in my womb. He had gone so deep; I had been amazed in the depth of my own vagina. He was old enough to be my Father. I shivered. The strange sensations of fear, turning to submission and finally the need, the pure animal lust, my body out of control destroying all my myths. I did not know him, love him, or even care for him. I knew in his first thrust, how he commanded my body, and now after so many hours left me wanting more.
I snuggled down in the sunbed, and parted my thighs slightly, letting the airflow through my shorts. I wanted to be naked, daring my phantom to come and take me, use me, fill me and flood me, I was hot from my body’s demands, and wet with the dew from my dreams. I wondered where the man and woman who looked after the house could be. Should I go back to my bedroom for my body ached for my fingers?
Yet now I asked myself would that be enough.
I closed my eyes, and let the memories return once again.
The face came back through the dimness of the plane. I stood there naked the girl gone, the woman now staring back. I felt something run down my left thigh; I instinctively knew it came from him. My legs trembled for a moment at my thoughts. In the mirror, I looked a mess, my tousled hair lay all over my shoulders, my face was flush and my nipples stuck out like pegs. I giggled remembering Alice’s my flatmate’s comments on her Jamaican boyfriend.
“Oh my god, the first time Delford had me, I could hardly walk afterwards I was so sore, and when I went to the bathroom, I looked like a survivor from an Earthquake.”
Her recorded words inside my head made me giggle. I had turned seized with an unknown intoxication, at knowing I was free of the unknown. All those no’s to my own age group. Now on a plane outside my comfort zone, a complete stranger had been my first. I looked around the cylinder at the washbasin, toilet, mirror and two shelves on which small sprays, lotions and tissues were secured behind thin horizontal bars.
The smell of citrus and wood mingled with the new smell of him and me coming up from between my legs. I gazed back at myself in the mirror and pulled a face.
Gently I began to clean myself, and immediately winced when I touched my vulva with just a single fingertip, it felt raw and sticky. Gently with wet tissues, I dabbed my lips and the surrounding skin. Cooling and soothing them with water. Working with care, I cleaned myself of him around my sex, my thighs, and finally wiping away the last traces of my virginity.
From the shelf, I took the complimentary spray to my neck, armpits, and my belly.
The tap on the door made me jump, I turned to see the stewardess unabashed by my nakedness, smile and hold up a hairbrush.
I looked into her eyes and abandoned myself to the stewardess’s care.
“Oh you have wonderfully thick hair!” the stewardess exclaimed running the brush over the waves that hung down just below my shoulder blades. “It’s so shiny, so silky! I wish mine was as beautiful as yours,”
I sighed, I wanted more, and maybe we could become lovers. I wanted to know the connection between her and the stranger, the man I now carried inside me. What power did he have over her, did he have the same over every woman he met.
The stewardess stopped and I turned and kissed my thank you to her, slowly on her lips, my tongue gliding past the wetness to taste the sweetness of her tongue, my nipples rubbing against the jacket of her uniform sending tiny shock waves down into my aching raw belly.
The stewardess pulled away flustered and laughed, “if only we had the time. We are going to land in five minutes, so come on slow coach on with the dress.”
For a moment, I instinctively looked for my thong, and then remembered. I wondered if the blond man would keep them for a souvenir, never knowing they had once covered a virgin. I shivered and slipped my dress over my head flicking my curls over my shoulders
The Stewardess opened the door. “Go back to your seat quickly! The red light is already on. I wiggled my bottom letting the hem bounce showing my naked cheeks and the mischief in my eyes, “can I stay with you?” The Stewardess laughed and with the playful spank of her hairbrush on my right cheek. I gasped.
“Ouch that hurts,” and kissing the stewardess on the cheek whispered, “thank you Mistress” I giggled rubbing my bottom. Leaning to the right of me, she pulled back the curtain screen, and I saw the other passengers already seated staring back at me. Did they hear the slap of wood on flesh, I blushed with the thought, I hope so.
I headed down the aisle the heated redness already spreading on my right cheek.
To my surprise, I did not care. Returning to the row of empty seats, I wondered where the man and his book had gone. I shivered, and wondered again who he was? Could he have been a dream, no the soreness and the wetness between my thighs told me he had been the first, I blushed hot and shivered cold for I wanted him again. Commanding me, taking me, was this my new life to be suspended on a man’s hardness crying out for him, aching for him, needing him to pour himself into me.
A young man seated across the aisle stared from behind a flight magazine, and I felt suddenly wicked. Stretching up for the locker, I opened the lid, and pulled out my bag laying it on the chair; I opened it and took out a spare blue thong from the top of my bag. Reaching up to return the travelling bag, I became aware of a number of eyes looking at the hem of my skirt riding up past my naked bottom. Locking the door I turned to sit down and looking back at the young man who I was sure had been staring up at my newly acquired red brand.
“I have been a very naughty girl.” I whispered with a snigger.
Quickly in the seat, I slipped on my thong, and almost immediately felt dampness on the snug fitting material.
Disembarking I had queued with the other passengers at immigration, and with dark brown eyes, that probably wondered what I would be like panting naked under him. I passed through and towards the luggage carousal. It was two in the morning and still the damp cool air of the large cavernous building could not hide the sultry heat outside. Moving out into the throng of people, I saw the stewardess smile at me. I ignored her that part of my life was gone. I had boarded the plane wet from my own thoughts, I now left it wet from my first man.
My first time had been painful, from my virgin tightness and the stranger’s size; I shivered hoping the next time would bring me more pleasure.
A bamboo pole jutted up over the heads of the crowd with the orange letters of my name. A familiar voice called out to me and I looked down the brown arm holding the plaque, and for a moment, I just stared. The sari reflected back vivid colours under the overhead lights, a rainbow of shimmering patterns across a golden brown skin. Black hair shone all the way down past her shoulders towards the small of her back. Cascading in a screen of jet to frame the oval face, divided by a straight nose and separated by large twin mahogany eyes, below which the full red lips glistened into a smile. The tiny diamond stud sparkled from the pin in the right side of her nose, confirming what I knew from my Father’s letters. My Mother had finally gone native.
The patio door slid back, and flips flops smacked on the tiles.
“Oh! You must be Tara,” said a young woman's voice behind me,
I turned my head quickly.
“Sorry if I made you jump, your mother told me you would be here resting after the long flight, so I asked if I could come over to see you and introduce myself.”
I lifted myself off the sunbed and turned.
“The family album does not do you Justice Tara.”
“Sorry may I ask who you are?” I asked.
“Ginny,” she paused, and then continued in a sort of let us get the introductions out of the way quickly. “My name is Ginny Ludington, twenty years old. My father runs an engineering company making machine tools. Educated at Cheltenham Ladies College, and then to the Sorbonne, where I learned two things, waxing hurts, and panties where superfluous. Oh and I might add, a close friend of your Mothers. In fact you and I are more like sisters,” Ginny winked.
The unashamed giggle made me smile.
Ginny was a forehead taller and slender. Her tawny hair hung down her back, her skin was the tanned warmth of the sun. Her face reminded me of a fashion model, with its oval shape, delicate, and striking features highlighted by her Romanesque nose and the twin deep blue eyes that seemed to flash the light from irony, to seriousness, and on through to mischievous fun. Ginny wore a simple toga off the shoulder, and made from a translucent material, which swirled across each layer forming a shimmering curtain, which fell down over her slender frame to just above her ankles. Flickering in the light I saw it was made of the most beautiful material I had ever seen. The whole fabric covered in intricate patterns of tiny gold threads turning and twisting with reds, emerald greens, blues and vivid yellows. They were flowers and humming birds lost in the elegant purple folds of this dream like paradise. Around her waist, she wore a thin gold rope, secured by a strange knot. Her only jewellery a fine webbed band of gold filaments snuggly fitting around her neck.
I lifted myself, and turned to greet her.
Ginny’s eyes moved to my T Shirt.
“May I ask are those silicone enhanced?”
I gasped and felt slightly dazed. What kind of girl with bright eyes and a flashing smile, asked such astounding questions in an introduction.
“Your breasts, they are unfettered, they look so perfect so full and firm, they can’t be natural.”
“Well they are,” I retorted.
“Oh my God,” Ginny looked up into my eyes.
“Sorry it’s just they are so beautiful.”
I could only blush, aware of my nipples, showing through the thin material.
“Thank you, but so are you.”
“Then you will have all the men in Mumbai trying to part your thighs.” Ginny said, with no more abash than if she had just read a notice for no parking.
“Do I shock you Tara?”
“No,” I smiled not after my flatmate Alice who was into very well hung Afro Caribbean men.
Ginny turned and look wistfully at the garden. “Your parents have one of the most beautiful houses in Mumbai, especially with this garden; I never stop feeling pleasure whenever I come here. The tranquillity it is almost Japanese or very close to it. I have sat here for hours with your Mother feeling the forces of Brahma, Vishnu, and Shiva touching me.”
“You mean Meditation?” I asked.
“Amongst other things,” Ginny said wishfully, and continued. "Only yesterday I was in this garden naked with your Mother, and at one with my inner energy.”
I gawked, and Ginny laughed. “Yes naked and why not, this garden is secluded and tranquil. Your Mother and I are devotees of the Temple of Kundalini, the arousal of the inner Energy.”
I thought of my Mother, and the dramatic change in her. So beautiful and full of life. In the car last night, our relationship had suddenly changed from the last time we had been together. Then I had been a wistful virgin, in the car last night I was a woman, and we had talked like sisters chattering about everything. In the house under the shaded light, my Mothers figure was fuller yet still so firm. In the gauzy material of her top, I could see her dark auroras, the nipples proud and hard. In her sarong the outline of her natural curving hips, confirming to my surprise she was naked underneath.
“I love the shorts and the T shirt,” laughed Ginny
I jumped my mind brought back quickly to the present.
“It’s more comfortable and feels cool.” I commented a little embarrassed with my old clothes against Ginny’s graceful silks.”
“No,” giggled Ginny “being naked is more comfortable.”
I gasped as Ginny took the gold rope and with a pull on the knot, and a shrug of her shoulders let the dress fall in a hoop around her ankles.
“Now that’s better,” Ginny said slipping down into the lotus position, amongst the bunched material.
“Come on, join me.” Ginny chuckled. “You know Yoga; your Mother assures me you did when you were younger
I stood my eyes gawping,
“Come on join with nature free yourself let your skin take over your sensors, and let it feel your surroundings.”
I looked down.
Ginny was petite and beautiful, her child like eyes, and her slender neck, with her small breasts gave the impression of a young girl just into her puberty. Down my eyes moved taking in the concave tummy, the parted thighs, and the swell of her hairless pubis.
I sighed and thought what the hell, and taking the edge of my crop top lifted it clear and dropped it to the tiles.
Ginny gasped. “They are magnificent and so eager,” Ginny said with a giggle.
I blushed as the sun kissed my hard uncontrollable nipples, quickly my shorts followed my T-shirt and I slid down opposite Ginny in the lotus position.
“Oh Tara,” Ginny giggled looking between my legs. "Who was he?"
"Sorry," I said.
"The man silly, the one that fucked you, from those red lips he must have been a hard lover. How many times did you come?"
"Oh my god." Ginny looked surprised, “he had you on the plane, how delicious," said Ginny her eyes full of mischief and fun.
I blushed unable to speak, and in doing so, telling Ginny all she needed to know.
"Did you know him?" Ginny looked at me.
I stayed silent. “I hope not its more exciting if you ever meet again," giggled Ginny.
I could only stay silent, my face flushing, my nipples hard my belly taught, my sex just above the cool tiles open and waiting again to be touched by another.
"You are so beautiful just like your mother, you should be sisters separated only by age. Maybe that is what you both should do when you are out together, pretend you are sisters.”
Ginny looked at me with mocking seriousness, “After all you are both all over the walls of the temples.”
I looked on at Ginny and pulled in my stomach, those eyes felt like fire in my mind. I had known Ginny for only a matter of minutes. Yet the sexual tension was sparking off my sun kissed nipples.
“You must get your Mother to let you join our sect.”
“Should we Ginny? I think that is for Tara to decide.” a voice came from beyond the patio doors.
I jumped and made a grab for my shorts and top, my mother shook her head. “No need to hide your beauty darling, I suspect Ginny as already told you we seldom dress except at meal times and on formal occasions.”
I looked up at my Mother in the jade green sarong tied around her hips, this time below her navel, displaying her firm curving belly, and the diamond stud piercing her navel. The matching top although concealing my Mothers full breasts, hid nothing of their firmness or the contrasting darkness of her nipples poking at the fabric. For a moment, the curtain of material of her sarong parted to show my Mothers left thigh, and a hint of curving bottom.
I could only stare she was so beautiful, so alluring, and such a tease.
“Now come on David out from the darkness and introduce yourself. You better get used to naked women around here we hardly dress."
I almost died, as the man came out from the open patio door. His shirt and long shorts hid nothing of his body for it fitted perfectly on his muscled frame, his crudely combed black shiny hair struggled with its designer style, and his pale blue eyes wandered everywhere.
I felt hot, his words and surname barely registering, I knew my body was on display to a stranger, my nipples even feeling the disturbance in the air as he moved. I blushed and wondered? Oh my God, I shivered.
“See you later,” came through into my mind, “Come on David I will show you to your room, then you can settle in, and join us later for drinks. Oh!” She laughed and then winked at me. “That’s of course if you can peel your eyes away from my daughter.” my Mother said in mock anger, stepping back into the darkness of the house with the man.
“Oh my God,” Ginny whispered with a giggle
“Did you see his eyes, they never moved off your breasts.”
I blushed strangely pleased.
Ginny looked at me, “Did you see what was going on in his shorts?”
I shook my head for once unable to speak.
Ginny laughed. “Well we did.”
I looked surprise, “we?”
“Yes your Mother and me silly.”
I wanted to hide in my bedroom,
“I must say,” Ginny said in a mocking gentle tone.
“One doesn’t get many of them to the pound.”
Ginny bent towards me, “Tara promise me you will tell me what he is like?”
I looked at her.
“When he fucks you of course silly,” Ginny said in a horse whisper.
I said nothing wondering if this had all been arranged.
“Come on lets cool off in the pool.” Ginny said getting up and headed towards the shimmering water.
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