Over the next couple of weeks, the trio of Nara, Rekha, and Revish travelled along the coast and into the hills of India. Revish was the perfect tour guide, knowledgeable and very proud of his country. They explored the countryside and towns and cities during the day and every night, no matter where they were, Revish always seemed to be able to find the liveliest action.

They got along just fine. Revish offered all of his affection to Rekha but graciously kept Nara involved. Nara gave the couple space though both Rekha and Revish insisted that they only do whatever she wanted to during the day. It was only in the evenings when they retired to separate hotel rooms, Rekha and Revish in one and Nara on her own, that they were apart. Nara had hoped that she would be able to spend at least one night sharing a room with Rekha for some much needed "girl talk", but she was also satisfied to see her friend so happy. Rekha and Revish couldn't seem to get enough of each other, practically stripping one another with their thoughts and looks whenever they approached their hotel room.

It certainly gave Nara pause for thought before she fell asleep each night alone in her bed. Some nights it was easier to fall asleep than others.

The more they travelled, the more enamoured Nara became with the country. India had a way of igniting all of her senses at once. Sights, sounds, tastes, smells just rushed at her. Often it was overwhelming, almost dizzying. There were times she would just stop in the middle of the crowded boulevards unsure of where to turn her next step towards, her eyes pulling her one way, her nose and ears pulling her in other directions.

It would take a playful nudge from Rekha, or the gentle but firm hand from Revish to get her moving again.

All of these stimuli seemed to have another effect on her as well. Her imagination, her dreams, became more vivid. India was a seductive country and it had wended its way into her very core. Despite her best efforts, she couldn't help but continue to think about Rekha and Revish being together. She had only witnessed them having sex once and it was in the dark. Yet, the way it was so entrenched in her mind with such intense clarity, it was as if she had been sitting right beside them with a big spotlight glowing down upon their naked entwined bodies.

As she strolled beside a reflecting pool in a city-park, her mind wandered to thoughts of her own past sexual encounters. She was nowhere near as experienced and experimental as Nara was but she did have her moments.

The one who stood out of course was Jae, her most recent boyfriend and longest relationship. A fellow university student and Korean in Canada, he was a decent lover. Sex with Jae was a frenetic, urgent act of pleasure. It was a one note torrid affair of relentless fucking. She and Jae would put the pedal to the floor from the moment they got into bed or found a place to park.

Admittedly, that had been a rush for Nara the first few times. Skip the story, go right to the last page, over and over, all the time. Thinking about it now, she wondered if their sexual relationship was what eventually led them to drifting apart. Imagining how Revish made love to Rekha seemed to fuel those thoughts. The more she thought about it, the more her focus shifted onto the handsome, confident man, her friend fading out of the picture altogether.

"Um, Nara?" Rekha waved her hand in front of Nara's face, "Hey, sweety! We don't want to leave you behind again. Imagine a lost, innocent Korean girl stuck amongst all these horny brown men in India!"

Nara blinked. She had stopped walking, her eyes fixed on the flashes of light dancing on the ripples of water in the pool.

"Hmm? What?" she asked, pulled out of her faze.

"I know that look," Rekha said smiling through her lush, red lips, "Stop thinking about guys and try to keep up with us okay?"

Rekha walked off, laughing, towards Revish standing in the distance. The man grinned and winked back at her.

Nara stood still for a second longer, the blood pulsing up to her face. Finally she managed to get her feet moving again.

* * * * *

They returned to Kolkota a couple of days before the girls' trip to India came to an end. The evening before their departure, Rekha drove to the airport to pick up her uncle. If she could have avoided going to there she would have. It was one of the few conditions for them to stay at his place.

Nara offered to go with her but Rekha didn't see any reason for her to go the crowded airport more times than she need to and there was a good chance her uncle brought enough stuff back with him to fill the trunk and backseat of the compact car. She told her to just stay home and pack.

Nara was cleaning the apartment when she heard the music of a cell phone that she just realized had been sitting on a side-table. As she picked it up, she didn't think it belonged to Rekha.

"Hello?" she answered.

"Nara? It's Revish," the voice on the other end said, "I think that's my phone you've picked up."

"I figured. You left it here today?"

"Yes. I'm relieved that you have it there," he said, "I really need it. I guess Rekha has gone to the airport?"

"Yeah," Nara replied, "I think she was going to try to see you tonight afterwards? Do you want her to bring it?"

"Actually, I'm very sorry to ask," Revish said, "But can you bring it now if possible?"

"Now?"

"I can't leave the club right now but I really need some information I have on it," he went on. "Are you busy? I'll pay for the taxi."

"No, not busy actually. I'm pretty much done packing," she said looking around the apartment. Pausing for a moment she added, "I can bring it to you."

"Ah, that's great! Thank you," he said, sounding relieved. "And this way I can say good-bye to you in person as well!"

"Oh! Sure," Nara said, "I'll be there in a little bit, okay?"

Hanging up, Nara went and changed into a pair of grey dress shorts and a black stretch top. Just as she was about to leave the apartment, the phone rang. It was Rekha calling from the airport. She sounded exasperated as she explained that her uncle's flight was delayed by at least an hour, possibly longer.

"I have to stay," she groaned, "I can't go back and forth through that traffic."

"I'll tell Revish that you'll be coming by late tonight," Nara said.

"I'll probably be at least two hours late!"

Nara reassured her friend that it would be okay. She hung up and headed down to grab a taxi to the club.

* * * * *

When she arrived at the club, the evening crowd had just begun to churn things up. Vishnu met her at the door.

"Yeah, Revish is in the office just up those stairs," he directed her, pointing across the dance floor. "Go right on up!"

"Thanks Vishnu," she said and started to make her way through throngs of dancers. She looked back, "See you later?"

Vishnu nodded and smiled. He continued to do so as he watched the woman head up the stairs.

* * * * *

"Hey! Come in!" Revish greeted her at the office door with a gentle hug. "Thanks so much for coming tonight."

"No problem," she said as he led her in. She handed him his phone and added, "Besides, you're right. This gives me a chance to say bye and thanks to you."

As she looked around the sparse office, Revish handed her a small glass of sherry and asked, "Do you want to hang out in the club for a while?"

Nara took a sip, shook her head and smiled, "I'm not really dressed for it."

She was a bit under-dressed compared to Revish's blue silk shirt and black dress pants.

"Maybe if I had some of your 'bling'," she joked, pointing out the glittering bits of gold accessories on the man.

Revish shrugged and smiled, "Part of my image when I'm at the club. But that reminds me, I have something for you: A going away present."

Nara's dark brows arched upward, "What? No, Revish! You didn't have to get me anything."

The man was already beckoning her with a wave of his hand as he walked across the room and pulled aside a small rug hanging on the wall revealing a doorway behind it.

Nara frowned, tilted her head, and eyed him with a suspicious grin.

"Come on," he said as he stood by the door, "You can't leave India without this."

She gave him a bemused squint. She finished her drink then with a sigh she walked across the room. She slipped past him as he held the rug aside and passed through the doorway. The sound of the music from the night club below subsided to a muted din as she did.

As Revish followed her through, he pulled the door shut. Nara stood in the room looking around.

"Okay. I wasn't expecting this," she remarked.

She had been expecting a back storeroom filled with boxes and files. Instead, she stood inside a rather spacious room with a high ceiling. It was furnished with a large, dark-wood, four-poster bed, some lamps and candles, a dresser with a stereo, a mirror, and a big screen plasma television mounted on the wall to the left. The stucko walls were wash-painted a cranberry red casting everything in a subtle rose glow. There were no windows, and the room was warm and stuffy, a couple of incense sticks burning away in a pot on the floor filling the air with smoky spice.

The whole ambiance of the room engulfed Nara in a swell of anxiety.

"Over here," Revish beckoned her as he walked over to a small shelf in the wall.

Nara didn't move from her spot. He returned with a small wooden box and held it out to her. Hesitantly, she took it from him and opened it. The glitter from the gold on the necklace immediately grabbed her attention. For a moment, she had forgotten the uneasiness she had felt when she entered the room.

Now it was replaced by a new uneasiness.

"Oh! Oh, no," she said softly. She looked up. Revish stood before her, watching her with his focused, calm eyes. Her mouth still hanging open, she looked back down at the necklace in her hands.

"You had a good eye when you saw this at the market," he remarked.

"I can't accept this," she said, shaking her head, "You don't have to..."

"See how it looks on you before you say no," he said, interrupting again. He picked up the large necklace from the box and held it up.

Nara looked towards the shiny ornate necklace but saw past it and into the dark facial features of Revish behind it. His green eyes sparkled more than any of the stones on the piece of jewelry. He motioned to her twice to turnaround before she slowly turned her back to him, her eyes always looking back warily.

Looking in the mirror, she raised the soft curls of her black hair up and watched Revish carefully as his hands came around and draped the necklace around her neck. It should have felt heavy even as it hung there, glimmering, yet Nara was barely aware of it.

Revish continued to stand behind her. The two of them looked at one another in the mirror.

"So, what do you think?" he asked.

It was only when he spoke that Nara managed to focus on the necklace. She raised an unsteady hand and touched it. Her face was still blank when she said, "It's, uh, beautiful."

Revish nodded approvingly. "You'll keep it then?" he said.

After a long pause, she forced herself to nod and she replied softly, "Okay. Thanks. This is really too much for a going away present, though."

The man started to chuckle, shaking his head.

Nara blinked. She said, "What? What is it?"

"Nara," he remarked as he leaned in close behind her and put his hands on her shoulders, "The necklace isn't your going away present."

Once more her eyes returned to looking at him in the mirror. His eyes were piercing and riveted on her, his thick brows steady. There was the cocky, confident, aggressive smile that she remembered from the first days she had known him etched across his lips.

"Wh-what...?" she stammered.

He continued to lean in close and speak words as smooth as his silk shirt, "I told you, Nara. I told you that you should fully experience my country."

His hands were heavy on her shoulders, holding her in place before the mirror. She felt unsteady but she didn't move.

"Revish," her mind was working rapidly but she couldn't think of what to say. She didn't know why she didn't try to leave.

His hand moved, pulling away the hair around her ear. He was right on top of her now, his mouth just brushing at the hairs on her lobe. With a warm breath he said, "I saw you. I know you were watching us that night."

Nara's heart froze and the blood drained from her face, but within an instant her pulse surged again and her cheeks flushed red. Memories that had been suppressed flowed back into her mind, illicit, carnal images. She squeezed her eyes shut trying to clear her mind. All she could see was Revish.

Revish pulled on the sleeve of her top, stretching it over her shoulder. His lips came down and touched her bare skin, feeling the woman quiver.

Nara opened her eyes. "Revish," she gasped, "What are you doing?"

"Shh," he hushed as he continued to move his lips across her shoulder and neck, kissing around the necklace that hung there.

Nara was breathing heavily now, her head reluctantly tilting to the side, revealing her neck to the man, despite the conflict in her mind.

"I-I can't," she shook her head anxiously, "I can't do this."

She didn't move however, and still Revish continued to press his lips against her tender, soft skin.

Nara rolled her eyes upward towards the ceiling.

Revish looked up at her in the mirror. The woman's face was red and shiny from the heat of the room. Her crescent slit eyes were unfocused. She didn't move from her spot, only her unsteady breaths revealing any movement from her. He knew what she was thinking by looking at her.

"Rekha will never know," he whispered to her reflection, "No one will know."

It was finally Revish who made her turn around and face him.

"You wanted this, didn't you?" he cajoled, "Ever since that night, you've been thinking about this."

Nara looked away to a corner, thinking, struggling with her thoughts and feelings.

“You've been imagining...envisioning...the two of us together, haven't you?”

“Revish...” her voice floated away with the incense in the air.

"I've been thinking about you," he continued, his deep, calm voice masking a swelling eagerness he'd been enduring as well. “Thinking how it would be to touch you, to taste you, to have the privilege to take pleasure in you lovely body.”

His words were so bold, so unhindered. Nara's heart pounded with each syllable he uttered.

He placed his palm gently on her cheek and turned her face towards him, holding it there. It took a moment, but once her eyes were on his, she never took them away again.

"One night," he said with a husky voice, "You'll never see me again after this."

His face moved close towards hers. She didn't flinch. She watched as his mouth moved forward and pressed up against her lips. His lips were soft and warm. They shared a long, tender kiss. Nara's hands moved between them, pressing up against him, feeling his broad chest behind his silk shirt. Revish pulled her in closer, wrapping his arms around her, sending her body temperature through the ceiling. It was hot.

It was going to get much, much hotter.

Revish could feel her lips tremble upon his.

When they parted momentarily, he said, "This is just another one of our conversations. Think of it that way. No emotions involved."

Nara frowned, confusion seeping across her face, her dark eyes jittery and unfocused. Still she didn't back away when he brought his mouth to hers once more.

Their mouths opened and closed sensually around one another, warm air and dampness passing across their lips. For what seemed like forever they kissed and tasted one another. Nara was amazed at how methodical and deliberate Revish seemed to be. She was even more shocked about how willingly she was giving herself over to him.

Finally she pushed at his chest and broke away from the kiss.

Her anxious eyes looked up at him. She said, "Rekha might be back before midnight."

Revish grinned and said, "Likely with the airport and traffic, she will be at least 2 or 3 hours." He moved in again, pausing to add, "That should be just enough time for us."

As she watched his sharp smile move towards her again, she was briefly stunned by his bravado. As she felt his lips fold over hers, and his slick tongue slide into her mouth, she recalled her own curiosity about this man and the women he had been with. Then, as she felt him shift her slowly towards the bed, she couldn't help but think that the maybe the man wasn't just bragging.

Revish lowered her onto the bed like an angel falling into a cloud. Once on the soft linens however, their kisses became bolder. With each caress of his lips upon hers, Nara's buried passions were unleashed. Deep down she had known, from the phone call, during the taxi ride over, to the moment he welcomed her into his office, he was leading her right to this moment.

God help her, and Rekha forgive her, she had followed his lead right into bed.

Their hands clutched at one another and the sounds of their hungry wet kisses and gasps for air filled the room. Revish raised himself up and knelt over her. In his usual cool and composed manner, he undid his shirt. Always with his eyes on her, he removed it and dropped it on the floor beside the bed. Proudly he rolled his shoulders back, his broad, muscular chest thrust over her. He observed the pretty young woman with the dark eyes look at him, scan his creamy brown skin. Her hands reached up and pressed against his hard abdomen tracing the lines with her soft fingers.

Once again they clutched each other in a tight embrace as they kissed. Nara felt the stubble around his lips and chin tickle and gently scratch her soft skin. His body felt solid pressed up against hers and she was reluctant to let it go when he again sat up, straddling her body.

Without a word, Revish reached behind one of the pillows. He pulled out a handful of silk straps. Nara gasped and swallowed hard when she saw them. Her eyes flitted nervously between the straps and to the man kneeling over her.

She shook her head, "N-no. Revish I don't want to use those."

Revish cocked his brow and grinned. "Are you certain?" he said, "Don't even want to try them on?"

Nara repeated, "No. Not like that."

Revish smiled. He put the straps down and instead reached for something on the night stand. Once more, Nara was taken aback when she saw the lens of a compact digital camcorder focus on her. She was about to say something again when he pointed to the television on the wall. Nara's mouth was agape as she saw herself on the large display, her face flushed red and breathing hard.

She turned back to Revish, about to protest but her mouth was immediately silenced by his. He locked his lips on hers with an aggressive, draining kiss.

"Mmm, oh God," she gasped in a brief second their lips parted. Her gasps echoed from the television speakers as the camera focused tightly on their interlocking mouths. It was a forceful, demanding kiss, Revish's silent way of saying that there would be no more interruptions.

Revish delighted in the feel of her small, pink, tulip mouth. He could feel her passion grow and flow from them. When he sat back over her again, he held the camera above her with one hand, her body squirming and shifting unsteadily beneath him. His other hand reached for the collar of her top and again stretched it over her shoulder, further down her arm and under the cup of her bra. He pulled at her bra strap and slid the cup below her breast. Nara swallowed softly as Revish's eyes and the camera took their time to admire her round, pert breast.

He held the camera close as he moved in to suckle on her brown nipple. The television displayed everything up close as his nimble tongue curled around it and as he rubbed his lips and teeth softly across the tip. It became slick with his saliva and stiffened to attention. Rev could feel Nara's body tremble as he enveloped his mouth around her soft breast and gently fondled the other with his fingers, tweaking it to hard attention.

Nara, her mind still reeling in conflict, squeezed her eyes tight. She tried to picture Rekha. But the face of her friend faded into the back of her clouded mind with the sound of each lustful kiss and quickening breath echoing from the television. Soon her thoughts, along with her body, would be with only one person.

Revish sat up pulling at the bottom of her shirt as he did so. Nara was lifted from the bed, but as her shirt and bra slipped over her arms and head, she flopped back down onto the pillow. In his eyes, and in the lens of the camera, she could see the reflection of her naked creamy breasts, quivering with each of her unsteady breaths. Revish dragged his fingers tenderly across her chest, thumbing her already straining nipples.

Still kneeling over her, he smoothly shifted downward on the bed. With his free hand, he undid her shorts and lifted her legs to pull them off. He kissed her ankles as he slipped her panties past them. All that remained was the shimmering chain around her neck. The camera slowly scanned along the young woman's light-honey coloured body from her feet upwards. Revish's eyes were just as focused on the smooth flesh and slender shape.

The sparkling, ornate chain around her neck begged to be noticed but it seemed to make her heart shaped face, blushing a rose red and damp with perspiration, all the more attractive. He felt his gut twist in anticipation as he soaked in the lovely beauty lying before him.

Nara watched as he slipped between her legs, his knees pushing apart her thighs. Her whole body was trembling but other than that, she wasn't moving. Instead, like he did when he adjusted her yoga positions, she let Revish position her, slowly propping up her knees and spreading her legs apart exposing her smooth-shaven snatch. The man behind the camera smiled.

Nara couldn't look at the television, fully aware that the camera was recording an explicit view of her. She looked upwards at the high ceiling, listening to her own quick breaths and to Revish move on the bed between her legs. Then she closed her eyes and gasped as she felt a wet hot tongue drag slowly up along her quivering petals.

Revish licked and kissed along the line of her opening, pushing and prodding her apart with his adept tongue. With his fingers, he spread her open even wider, revealing her pink, wet inner flesh. As he flicked at her clit with the tip of his tongue, he listened to the woman gasp and groan. He worked at her endlessly with his tongue, his teeth, his lips, his fingers. She squirmed on the bed.

"Ah! Rev!" Nara shuddered. She entangled her fingers in the wet, short curls of his black hair.

Revish thought she was as sweet and smooth as rose-water as he continued to delight in her taste and feel. He buried his fingers deep inside of her, eliciting a sharp cry from Nara, and they emerged glistening wet. They easily slid back in and out as he continued to rapidly flick at her soft outer-buds with his agile tongue, savouring her like the sweetest of fruit. Nara felt his hot air breathe on her as he continued to moisten her quivering cunt with languid drags of his tongue.

As he lifted himself up on the bed, he kept his fingers inside of her, slipping in and out at a steady rhythm.

The camera zoomed in on Nara's face. Her eyes were either squeezed shut or shifting rapidly around the room, unfocused. Her mouth was wide open now, inhaling deep the warm air. Incense filled her lungs until she was saturated with the essence both inside and out. She tried to wet her parched lips in between gasps but her whole mouth and throat were dry.

She could hear soft, moist sounds from his fingers as they twisted and curled within her.

"Ah God!" The words growled from her raw throat.

"Shh, breath," Revish coached her along.

Revish pumped his fingers rapidly into her. The last thing she saw was Revish's sharp smile and narrowing eyes hovering over her. She held her breath and gritted her teeth. Then she felt the twisting knot inside of her body suddenly come undone.

"UHH!" She cried out, the raw, deep groan coming from within her totally foreign to her ears. Her gaping mouth was quickly met by his lips and tongue.

Revish felt her spurt uncontrollably over his fingers and hand. He could feel and hear the muffled groans passing from her mouth to his as he kissed her. Nara's eyes were squeezed tight, her mind struggling to keep up with the rush of her tingling body. He didn't relent, didn't stop pushing and probing his dripping fingers inside of her, until her body came to ease. Finally, he withdrew from her.

As he moved back to look at her, the camera still recording, he could see the woman's slender, dark eyes were watery and trying to refocus. Her mouth was open wide, her dry red lips indicative of just how parched she was. Breathing deeply, the redness in her face slowly subsided.

Revish slipped off the bed. He moved towards the night stand and poured a glass of water from a flask. He held it out, offering it to Nara. Still breathing heavily through her nose, she sat up on the bed. Her soft, damp hair hung across her face. She felt the wetness between her thighs.

"Thanks," she said softly, finding it difficult to actually look up at the man. She cleared her throat as she took the glass from his hands.

Revish nodded, a gentle smile on his lips, and stepped aside.

She drank deeply. The water was tepid and she tasted a drop of lemon in it. She tilted her head back, closing her eyes and gulping every last drop down her dry mouth and throat.

The water couldn't wash away what she was feeling or thinking though.

This had barely begun.

As she put the glass down and turned to Revish, her eyes widened and her heart skipped a quick beat. Standing before her was a dark, stallion of a man, nude and waiting patiently. Nara looked at his impossibly serene face, his gemstone eyes piercing knowingly into her, before she moved down past his broad chest and carved abdomen. Her mouth slipped open slightly when she saw his deep brown cock hanging before her.

Revish stepped forward, nudging her knees apart, and stood between her legs. She could almost feel the heat coming from his thick staff and she could see it twitch and move ever so slightly. He reached down and brushed the hair gently away from her eyes and caressed her cheek and chin as he allowed her to take her time.

Nara started breathing heavily again. She looked over to the television, saw the image of the camera looking down on her. Then she turned back to Revish and reached slowly for his cock, raising the bulbous head to her lips. She licked at it, the tip of her tongue barely brushing the tip of his head. She leaned back, unsteady breath passing through her lips, before swallowing once and then moving forward, her mouth slipping open.

Revish breathed deeply as he felt the dome of his cock push past the small lips of the young woman. It slid on her tongue and against the smooth roof of her mouth before touching the soft back of her throat. He, along with the camera, watched her move her head slowly back and forth, her teeth dragging gently yet teasingly against his soft skin.

Nara slicked his cock with her saliva. She could feel the length stiffen slowly under her tightening grip as she hungrily worked her mouth around it. Gasping and gulping, she slipped it out of her mouth and flicked her tongue against the head before sucking it back down. She frowned and let her desire drive her harder onto the man, stroking him with her hands. Quicker and quicker, her head bobbed back and forth. Her gasps and voracious gulps mingled with the music from the club.

Revish had been continuously brushing the hair away from her face but now he had a firm grip on the back of her head. He didn't push or pull her, though. He just enjoyed the feel of her working so hard to satiate him.

A trail of perspiration now rolled down the side of her head to her chin, meeting up with the saliva dripping from the edge of her lips. Her jaw ached and she couldn't shake the nervous anxiety she was feeling. She knew the camera was recording all of the lustful strokes of her mouth and every moan and gasp she was failing to quell. For whatever reason, it almost seemed to spur her on.

Her dark eyes looked up at the man. His sharp V-jaw was set, blowing smooth streams of air through his mouth, and his eyes...his eyes were alight and tethered to hers. His cock went deep into her throat. It was so rigid now, so thick. Her mouth was stretched wide and even as she drove herself harder and faster, she was unsure of how long she could keep this pace up. Yet deep down, something told her she would, told her she wanted to.

That was when Revish pulled himself out from between her lips. His cock was gleaming with her saliva, erect and rigid like the horn of a beast. She was breathing hard again as she wiped her chin with the back of her hand.

Silently she watched him as he set down the camera on the night stand, positioning it deliberately. He reached into the drawer pulled out a condom packet. Nara's pulse began to race, her thoughts trying to chase away the twinge of anticipation in her gut. Without a word and with the calm demeanor that she had come to expect from him, Revish deftly tore open the packet, removed the condom, and slipped the thin piece of latex down his imposing length.

With a gentle nudge of his finger against her shoulder, Nara fell back onto the bed. He reached down and lifted one of her legs. With an almost torturous deliberateness, the man kissed her foot, then her ankles, and continued along her leg.

"Oh Goddammit," Nara thought to herself. She swallowed hard and closed her eyes as she felt his lips on her inner thigh, then on her crotch and up towards her belly. She couldn't decide if she wanted Revish to kiss her entire body, or just take her hard and fast already.

Like a panther he prowled up her body, tasting her soft skin with licks and kisses and soft nibbles. He indulged in full, appreciative sucks on her perky nipples. All the while his body came and closer to hers until finally, as they came face to face, he lowered himself onto her. That's when she felt his hard, hot cock brush against her thighs and press up against her belly.

He looked deep into her narrow dark eyes, his hands at the side of her head, caressing her soft black hair. He was eager to sample a beauty that he had never experienced before but that didn't stop him from taking his time to savour the delights the woman had to offer. Their mouths came together in a smoldering kiss as they clenched their bodies tightly, still not joined. His mocha brown flesh melded with her honey toned skin. He shifted his weight, spreading her legs further apart.

Nara's breaths were unsteady and her lips were quivering as she felt the head of his cock nudge against her tender slit.

Revish raised his head and soothed her, "Shh, steady breaths. Feel my heartbeat against your chest."

She managed to focus for a moment and felt a steady, rhythmic pulse against her bosom.

"Okay?" he said.

Nara nodded.

He kissed her again, and as their lips slid over one another, he pushed forward, the dome of his solid cock pushing apart her petals followed by his full length.

"Ahh!" She pulled her mouth away from his as she tilted her head back.

Like everything else, Revish took his time as he sank into her tender, moist warmth for the first time. She could almost feel each ripple on every inch of his cock push through her.

"You feel so good, Nara," he whispered to her, "So tight and warm."

His crotch pushed against hers. He held his cock steady inside of her.

At first, the woman was preparing, maybe hoping, he would start to pump her hard. The wait had already been so excruciating. She steeled herself to accommodate the man's peaking lust. Instead, he simply remained inside of her. She suddenly felt the pulse of his body flow through his cock within her.

That's when the man started his slow, deliberate motions. He rolled his hips like a belly dancer, extremely precise and controlled motions. There were no stiff thrusts. He glided in and out of her. It took several seconds each time he pulled out to almost his tip and then sank back in till his crotch was fully up against hers. And each time their bodies were completely linked, he'd pause.

It took a moment to register in her head what he was doing. She was bracing herself for when the man would begin to fill her with swift, hard thrusts of his cock. As he looked down over her with his cool, steady gaze she saw how calm he was, realized just how much he was enjoying this. And whenever he paused his strokes, she felt his rigid length throb and pulsate deep within her core. It was tantalizing, the excitement flowing through her body.

"Revish," she said softly, looking up at him.

Revish smiled as his body flowed over and into her. She was a slim woman, but she was strong, with a toned and healthy body. He was confident he could take her far, draw out this illicit and delicious encounter to its furthest extent. She was willing and he was excited to guide her.

"You can feel my heartbeat, can't you?" he said softly.

"Uhh...yes," she groaned.

"Move with me," he coached, pressing his hips a bit more firmly.

In front of the unblinking eye of the camera, Nara cinched her legs up against his torso. Her stomach flexed and loosened to the rhythmic movements of the man moving inside of her. Oblivious to the heavy beats emanating from the downstairs club, she only listened to the pulse and followed the passionate rhythm of Revish. She inhaled deep but steady breaths, every fiber of her saturated with the smell of fragrant incense and Revish's cologne.

Revish withdrew completely, his stiff cock slick and glistening with her moisture, He climbed over her and lay down on his side behind her in the bed. Nara had a clear view of herself in the television as she watched him move up close behind her. Her face was shiny and red as she licked her lips, trying to keep herself relaxed. Revish pulled her leg up and over his, parting her thighs as he guided his cock into her again from behind with one smooth thrust. Nara watched as her mouth rounded open as she took in his full length once more. A shuddering gasp slipped through her lips.

Their bodies moved in mesmerizing unison like the rolling waves on the ocean and Nara cast herself adrift upon them letting Revish's ceaseless motions take her away. He always stayed as close as he could to her, not a fraction of space between their sweltering bodies. His hands were always on her, seeking pleasure from all parts of her body and smooth flesh. From cupping her soft breast fully in his hand, he slid his fingers down past her stomach and played gently with her quivering clit. Nara moaned and shuddered.

"Shh. You're so good, Nara. Your body feels so good," he breathed warm air across her cheek.

Each time she gasped or strained a longing groan, he was there at her ear whispering softly, soothing her, stretching out the emotions and feelings relentlessly building deep within her, deep within both of them. His words served to relax his own tingling nerves, channeling everything to his cock throbbing harder and harder as each minute passed.

Nara lost all sense of time, all sense of place. It was just Revish, on her, around her, within her. The man did not allow any opportunity to stake a claim on any part of her body to slip by. She had turned her head to the side away from the view of the tv screen and he was immediately leaning over to plant his lips upon hers, thrusting his tongue into her mouth, placating her wanton sighs.

Still he maintained the never-ending smooth and slow tempo, holding his cock longer and longer inside of her. As they kissed, he caressed her clit with faster, firmer circles of his fingers. Nara could feel the blood through the entire length of his cock pulsate inside of her and stimulate every last inch it touched of her sensitive inner flesh.

She frowned and squeezed her eyes shut. His words could no longer quell the surge she was feeling flowing from within. Her body and mind was about to explode.

"Uhh...R-Revish," she stammered. She lowered her chin towards her chest as she gasped and tried to regain her breath.

His long deep strokes continued. Her breaths were quickening and unsteady and he could feel her clenching around him but still he maintained his deliberate piston-like motions. She grasped at his hand that was caressing her body and she held it tight and close to her. Her body trembled against his.

"Uhh, uhh, Rev," she breathed raspy, high-pitching sounds. Then suddenly she held her breath then groaned aloud, "Ahn!"

Once again she flowed freely as she threw her head back against him, her warm juices spilling over his cock as it sank into her. Her body hitched and shook as she gasped and moaned softly.

"Oh God. Oh fuck," she groaned, still quivering.

Once again her lips and teeth were dry. She was still clutching his hand, holding it close to her mouth, nipping gently at his knuckles as her full release continued.

Revish felt her slick his cock with her cum. He kissed her forehead tenderly. He loved everything about her, loved how her body felt, loved the sounds she made. The build up and swelling in his cock was incredible. The young woman had gone the full distance with him so far, matching his pace and his lust, and the anticipation of what was still to come released a feverish drive from deep within his body.

He withdrew from her, his cock coated in her dripping wetness. He walked around the bed, dragging his hands through his long damp hair, towards the stereo. Nara breathed in the intoxicating scent of the spicy incense in the air. Lying limp on the bed, she watched his dark, nude, strong physique from behind uneasily. She knew this still wasn't close to being over. And as he cranked up the volume of the stereo, the feed from the club's sound system booming rapid-fire dance music into the steamy room, she had an anxious feeling that this was going to become definitely more intense.

Revish turned to the bed and slowly walked towards her. His shadowy brown skin was glistening accenting the sinews and shapes of his muscles. Like a predator, his eyes had narrowed until just a gleam of green shone through. His cock was at full length and thickness and more than ready to resume taking its pleasure.

Wetting her lips and the inside of her mouth and throat, Nara just had enough time to steel herself when he reached for her arm and pulled her out of the bed. It was like he was holding her up on her feet as she looked up at him anxiously. She was looking for the tender warmth and comforting calm voice of the man who had been making love to her just before.

Looking into his hard stare, all she saw was fire.

With a swift tug he pulled her up close and held her tight as he pressed his lips hard onto hers. The kiss was voracious and forceful as he claimed her mouth with lustful stabs of his nimble tongue. His fingers clutched at and dug into her ripe, round bottom. Both of their brows were angled sharply downward as they struggled to seize the illicit moment for all it was worth. Nara gasped, trying to keep up but he was all over her, taking everything fast and furiously. His iron-hard cock rubbed eagerly against her belly announcing its presence and intent.

Revish reached down and pulled up one of the woman's slender legs, cradling her knee over the bend in his arm, lifting her to the tiptoes on her other leg. With an impossibly smooth adjustment and thrust of his hips upward, his cock plunged quickly into her. Again she threw her head back and gasped. His strong arms holding her close, he rolled and gyrated his hips, firm and grinding strokes rapidly sinking in and out of her. Nara held on tight, leaning her head against his shoulder, gasping at each of his precise, stiff thrusts, calling out his name whenever he touched a particularly sweet spot.

Faster and faster he worked his hips against her. More and more he wanted from her. He stooped down and slipped his other arm under the bend of the knee of her leg still touching the floor. Standing upright, he was now completely carrying the woman, cradling her as he worked every muscle to push his cock in and out of her.

"Oh God! Rev!" Nara cried out.

"Uhn!" The man grunted back, "Yeah. Come on. Uhn!"

Both of them were slick with perspiration. Both felt the music pulse around them, within them. Still, his body rolled and moved to its own tune and tempo with a beat more feverish and driven than any coming from the club.

Nara was taking everything he had and was wanting even more.

He stepped towards the bed and dropped her onto the sheets, always staying joined with her. He knelt on the bed, holding her feet together against his chest and poured more stiff strokes into her. He looked at her body as it lay down before him her nude figure looking all the more enticing with the glittering gold necklace shaking over her chest. It did indeed look perfect over her bare milky-honey skin.

Nara knew all patience was gone now as she took his furious thrusts. He was still undeniably in control of his actions though. Each hard thrust felt deliberate. Inches moved rapidly in and out of her drawing every ounce of pleasure he could from her.

Revish's head listed back as he sucked in a lung-full of hot air. There was the briefest appearance of a smile on his lips just before he redoubled his heated efforts. He straightened out her legs, resting her ankles on his shoulders before leaning forward, folding her flexible body.

"Ahn! Ahn!" Nara pushed out loud cries through her raw throat. She felt his balls slapping against her as he slammed his cock into her.

The man leaned hard onto her, bucking hard into her. They clutched one another's hands together in tight grips. Drops of his salty sweat fell on her face and chest. Minutes ticked by, both of them giving to and taking the best from the other, surrendering completely to this sensual experience, fucking with absolute abandon.

From position to position he led her. Nara found herself crying out to the wall as she took his sleek thrusts from behind as she clutched at the bed frame. He took a firm hold of her lithe waist and yanked her back and forth, his crotch smacking hard against her butt marking the soft rounds of flesh with a bright crimson glow. The necklace dangled and shook around her neck. He pulled her back grasping at her breasts from behind, his undulating hips continuously pumping his cock into her.

Nara rode him as he lay back down onto the bed. Digging her fingernails into his pecs, her soft thighs stretched wide across his hips, she bucked hard against Revish. Her mouth was agape and she didn't know where she was finding the strength at this point but his grunts and groans spurred on her spirited body to roll and grind seductively over his swollen cock.

Finally he pushed her back down onto the bed and held her close. Their bodies wrapped and entwined in a desperate embrace, a sweaty mingling of two over-heated people. Nara wrapped her legs around his back and clenched her ankles together, pressing her heels into his tailbone. She wasn't going to let him go anymore.

Both were breathing and gasping hard, the aches of ecstasy in their well-worked bodies shown clearly on their strained expressions. His butt and hips rolled like the clouds in a thunderstorm, smooth yet so imposing. His cock was painfully swollen now as his body tensed. Still he drove on, pumping his cock as much as he could into the young woman, groaning aloud with heated satisfaction.

"Ah! Ah! Ah God! Rev!" Nara's mouth was stretched wide. Her cries actually overwhelmed the pounding music bouncing around the room. She could barely steal a breath now as she dug her fingernails into his shoulder blades and spurred her heels against the small of his back, urging the man to drive into her harder, deeper. She couldn't see his mesmerizing eyes anymore; they were squeezed tight as he struggled to hold on.

"Huhn! Nara!" he gasped. He slammed his cock hard into her once more and held it there. He exploded. A guttural, ferocious grunt escaped from his mouth as he raised his head and gritted his teeth. His cock pumped forth a painful stream of thick jism, filling the condom.

Revish's back rose and arched as he tried to refill his longs with quick, raspy breaths. He pulled back a little before bucking into her again, spurting more cum.

"Uhhn!" Nara sighed. Her stomach tightened, her back arched, and she came once more in a deliciously wet rush. She blinked and shuddered, her very core quaking. She felt her cum drip down over her.

Even as the tension in the rest of his body eased, his cock continued to twitch and throb within her. He kissed and licked her shoulder, shifting over her, feeling her breasts pillow his hard chest.

They didn't know how long they stayed that way. Her legs stayed locked around him. She felt his breathing against her skin, felt his heart rate slowly recover along with her own, shared her body heat with him. They said nothing and didn't care that the amped up volume of the club's music was enough to scramble their ear drums.

Finally Revish raised his head back and looked at her, at the ornate chain around her neck and then at her beautiful face. The woman was glowing, her dark eyes dreamy and her tulip-petal lips blowing out long, satisfying sighs of air. She looked up and saw a handsome, confident man with an expression of appreciation on his sharp, creamy brown features and in his shiny emerald eyes. Their bodies still pressed up and entangled around each other, they brought their mouths together in a long, tender kiss.

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The television glowed brightly in the darkened bedroom. The flickering light cast its eerie glow on Nara as she sat on her bed, her legs curled up close to her chest. She should have felt comfortable being back in her own home, sitting on her own bed. Instead she felt a swelling unease. Her crescent eyes were fixed on the screen. For two hours she watched the burned DVD that had been mailed to her. The video images were dark, shaky and often out of focus, yet the pictures she saw in her head was as stark and clear as the sun. Often there were only parts of bodies on the screen, sometimes none; just the sound of heavy dance music and lustful groans and gasps baring witness to what went on in that private room in Kolkata over a month ago.

Nara remembered everything, the sights, the sounds, the sensations on her skin and within her body. Yet watching it on the television...the woman she saw was a stranger.

Then his face appeared and her gut tightened.

"Ahh! Oh my God!" a strained voice came from the tv sending a shudder through her. It was a familiar voice, straining, swelling endlessly. "Ah! Ahh! Rev!"

Rekha knew nothing about her encounter with Revish. Nobody said anything or gave a hint of what had happened. Nara's dear friend was just as happy and peppy on the plane ride home as she had ever been. She had even made her new "boyfriend" promise to keep in touch.

The DVD ended. Nara raised the remote and pressed "play" again. She breathed deeply yet she still felt uneasy. Barely hanging from the tips of her fingers was the short letter that had accompanied the DVD:

Nara, I hope you had a lovely time in my country. It was my pleasure to be your guide. I look forward to allowing you to be just as accommodating when I visit. See you very soon.

~Rev~

P.S. I will be bringing the straps.

A heavy gold necklace resting on her dresser sparkled in the dark the light from the tv caught it. Nara watched the DVD in its entirety over and over all night long. 

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To be continued...