"Plain Jane"
It's over. Finally it's over and now what? Marriage
was my parents idea. They never forgave me for dropping
out after Oxford. Mummy pushed me into "proper"
society on my return and I was too weak to resist. Jeremy
was the ideal society catch: a young graduate with a political
career, he was strikingly handsome, well to do and set for
the future. In all honesty I liked him a lot. The fact that
it was a marriage of political convenience was not talked
about.
Jeremy was Gay and needed me as cover.
It seemed ideal. I liked Jeremy a lot and the power and position
were intoxicating. The best restaurants and all the best
parties with the freedom to do what I liked or so it seemed.
As Jeremy rose up the Party ladder restrictions grew: "Have
to be careful, can't be seen with him so often".
One by one my steady relationships were destroyed. I came
to resent Jeremy and the "Public Appearances"
I made on his arm. When I came home to see my latest boyfriend
happily sucking Jeremy I decided it was over.
Forty and free again. To go where? To do what? Suddenly the
choices are both exciting and frightening.
Funny how things have a way of repeating themselves, everything
seems to go round in circles. In to the middle of all this
future sails the past. The door bell rings and I see a face
I have not seen for years and hear a name I thought I'd
never be called again.
"Hello Plain Jane, It's me, Kathy! I heard you
were on your own again."
Kathy is as stunning now as she was then. Long blond hair
on an impish face is set atop the body of Bottecili's
Venus De Milo. She was a "Wild Child" in 70's
Oxford, loud, sexy and uninhibited. In short everything
I wasn't.
It was she who inspired my Drop Out on to the infamous Hippy
Trail to India. Kathy eyes me, the model of an understated
political wife, and cries: "Oh No! Its worse than
at Oxford, you need help. Come on Plain Jane, you're
going back to India: this time with me!"
We arrive in Bombay via plane on a package tour. This luxury
is a far cry from my first visit on foot with backpack and
tent. This middle aged tourist package tour is not to Kathy's
taste, she glories in breaking the rules. She concentrates
on the younger male staff and a week into the tour has conquered
most. She still pulls handsome men into bed with the ease
of picking flowers.
"I don't know how you do it". I volunteer
at breakfast.
"Do what?" mumbles a mouthful of toast.
"You know precisely what Kathy, seduce the trousers
off a younger man in ten minutes. We're not teenagers
any more you know."
"You still look great Jane, you just don't know
how to use it".
"I do not look great", I reply "I am forty
and frumpy".
"Liar, " replies Kathy " I'd murder
for tits like yours. Can you imagine what I could do to a cock
between melons like yours?"
A picture of a stiff penis between my breasts flashes into
my mind. My tongue flicks at the swollen head, my lover moans
and surrenders. I can feel the splashes of hot sperm on my
neck. I blush scarlet afraid Kathy can read my mind. "Not
so loud, someone might hear."
Kathy continues in a whisper "See what I mean, you
just don't know how to use it. I want someone to hear!
There is a nice looking waiter behind you." A glance
over my shoulder shows an attractive rearend view in tight
black trousers. The young man is bending over as he serves
an elderly gentleman of military bearing. " Oh I see, "
I giggle like a school girl. "Take care the Colonel
might have a heart attack if he hears you."
"That's more like it! You might not know how to
use it yet but I think we can teach you! I have booked us on
to a tour."
I am mildly interested but feign indifference. "So
where are we going and what is it going to teach me?"
" An Indian Temple and you'll see" says
Kathy with a wicked smile.
It is hot and my light cotton dress is clinging to me, revealing
my figure in a very flattering way. I dream on the bouncing
coach. I notice the coach driver is eyeing my bouncing cleavage
in the mirror as we go. Trees and elephants give way to river
and plain and then finally the Temple appears. Khajurhao
Temple is covered in carvings. They are finely detailed
and have just one subject. Every known position and form
of sexual pleasure. I blush again as Kathy graphically
recounts using some of them.
"Oh come on Plain Jane, you must have had some fun when
you came to India didn't you?" grins Kathy.
"Er, actually... yes I did, a lot of fun, but it all
ended too soon."
"Pity", agrees Kathy "but fun always
does seem to end too soon ... but not today! I can see that
waiter, he must be working split shifts, see you in a while,
have fun."
Kathy saunters in the direction of the waiter leaving me
to look at the carvings in the shade.
One particular carving catches my eye. Two young women
are lowering a third onto a huge erection. They have hold
of her arms and legs and are helping her to ride this cock.
The image strikes me with hypnotic power and my mind drifts
back over the years.
India, a balmy night, moist and sticky, a Cheesecloth dress
clinging, revealingly, to my warm body, the scent of Hash
inside a tent. I am a nubile 20 year old again and Mike sits
cross legged with Sara by his side and me opposite them.
My body tingles as he speaks to me, I am head over heels for
this man. He has kept me safe through numerous encounters
with danger and has treated me like a woman.
He listens when I speak and looks deep into my eyes but he
has never once made any move toward me. I ache for him to fulfil
my desire but am too shy to approach him. Tonight however
the hash has relaxed me and I feel ready. I hope Sara will
go back to her tent. She takes another drag on the splif and
looks at Mike. To my horror I see Sara's hand sliding
down the front of his trousers.
"No! not now, not you, me, it should be me!" the
words scream gently inside my mind. I want to leave, to run,
but the hash has had its effect. In a kind of dream I watch
Sara's hand massage the growing penis beneath the
thin cloth. It stiffens and grows.
Without a word Mike lays back and allows his manhood to be
revealed. It stands stiffer as Sara's lips and tongue
take turns on head, then shaft and slowly down to his balls
and back up again. Mike's eyes are closed so he does
not see Sara working her way slowly round his penis to face
me. Our eyes meet and Sara smiles. "For you, my Sister"
she whispers motioning me forward.
I slowly approach the erection I have so secretly imagined.
Sara guides me. First to the scrotum and then to the base
of his penis. Finally I rise to the head and the sensitive
spot where the foreskin joins it. My skill grows and Mike
groans and his back arches. Sara slows me and shows me how
to grip firmly but gently just under the head of that lovely
penis. Mike relaxes and the approaching orgasm is left
unspent.
Now his eyes open and the smile as he sees me drives me to a
frenzy. Sara removes my dress and guides me into a squatting
position above Mike's erection. I am facing towards
Mikes feet where Sara kneels between his legs. Her hand
guides his moistened penis gently into me and stays on the
base of his penis. Her other hand softly caresses my breasts
and I begin to ride with passion. Mike groans and thrusts
upwards. Sara slows me again. She slowly begins to tease
my clitoris with her tongue.
The sensation of being filled by this stiff penis while
Sara's soft wet tongue teases and flicks is wonderful.
I lean back and the underside of Mike's penis rubs my
G spot with force.
We ride on together and Mike's groans are becoming
louder. I am aroused beyond belief as his penis stiffens
still further and the head expands driving me wild. The
twin pressures on my G spot and clitoris are like waves of
pleasure crashing together as they meet. I am drowning
in an ocean of pleasure and I abandon all control. Sara slows
me yet again and her tongue increases its pressure. She
flattens her tongue and presses it against my clitoris.
As I sink down, engulfing Mike's penis completely,
she expertly draws her tongue up towards my pubis pulling
back the hood and licking the sensitive head directly.
It is all too much and I feel the heat building deep within
my pelvis.
Suddenly the world is coloured light and sound as I contract
forcefully on Mike's penis. He moans and thrusts up
to enter me still deeper seeming to grow in size as he does.
I contract again and again. As the waves subside I feel a
firm push that lifts me off Mike's penis. Sara is still
holding the base of Mike's penis and I roll, contented,
to one side and join Sara in sucking and licking that divine
penis that has given me such delight.
Mike's scent is strong and arousing. My mouth engulfs
his now purple glans. My tongue rolls around it feeling
the ridges and I taste bitter fluid. Sara is urgently pushing
her mouth and tongue toward mine desperately trying to
be part of Mike's final release, I let him slip from
my mouth and our tongues converge on his glans while our
hands take on a life of their own. I am slowly sliding my fingers
up and down the slippery shaft while Sara's hands are
cupped: pressing gently around his testicles and on top
of his pubic bone at the base of his cock. We are engrossed
in this, lost in what we are doing.
Suddenly, without warning, a fountain of hot, sticky cum
rockets skyward splattering us both as Mike groans and
thrusts upward under our tongues. We do not stop, we can
not stop and he continues to writhe and spurt forth for what
seems forever.
Finally he breathes deeply and looks at us both. We all face
each other across his now flaccid penis. A sticky sisterly
smile greets me as Sara looks knowingly at me and I smile
back. We are covered in Mike's seed. He smiles and lays
back exhausted. What a wonderful gift she has given us.
The night after that is long and between us we repay Sara's
patience and rejoice in her soft cries of orgasm again and
again.
My first time had been beautiful thanks to her. She had been
both my teacher and protector. Older and wiser now I understand
the meaning of that bitter tasting pre-cum on Mike's
penis and I realise now how close to orgasm he was as she pushed
me off. I was not using any protection and was mid cycle too.
Sara had controlled and timed everything including Mike's
orgasm.
I understand the sculpture now. It is not about sex but sisterhood.
Sharing without jealousy, love without boundaries. After
I left India I never met Mike or Sara again although I tried
to find them. Such free spirits of the seventies seldom
had surnames, addresses or fixed abodes. Standing here
in India alone again I longed for them now.
My reverie is broken as I sense someone standing beside
me. I turn to greet a couple, both Indian, of around my age.
A curious feeling of deja vu envelopes me. The woman's
eyes hold something of Sara's gentle understanding.
Her smile is genuine and unhurried. The man looks deeply
into my eyes and I have an unearthly feeling of seeing Mike
again. He speaks quietly and looks into my eyes. "Not
many see the true beauty and meaning of such sculpture but
I sense you might, please take my card and call us if you have
time." They smile again and turn away without hurry
and are soon gone.
Kathy arrives grinning. "You're still here!
C'mon Plain Jane I think we have a double date with our
Waiter." I smile warmly at Kathy. Suddenly my new
found freedom is not frightening at all, just exciting.
In fact it is Kathy who may learn a thing or two this afternoon.
And there is still another chapter to write with my Indian
couple. A couple who seem to know so much about this temple
and its true meaning.
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