stretched my legs. A wave touched my foot. I moved in reflex. As I did that, my ankle brushed against
Neel’s. He turned his head and looked at me.
‘I am sorry,’ I said.
‘It’s fine,’ he said, rather whispered. We looked at each other and smiled. I don’t know why,
call it girl intuition or whatever, I felt like something was going to happen. I could have moved away.
But I didn’t. Maybe because I wanted it to happen.
He leaned forward. He placed his lips on mine. They felt as warm and gentle as the water on
my ankles. I closed my eyes. My hands moved halfway to stop him but lost the resolve to do so as the
kiss felt amazing. He kissed me long and deep as dozens of waves broke and touched the soles of my
feet. He lifted his arm to draw me closer. Neel Gupta, partner, two decades older and my boss’s boss,
held me tight and kissed me. This was not supposed to feel good. But never had a kiss felt this good. I
didn’t protest. Maybe I should have. But when something feels so right it is hard to do so. I placed my
palm on his face. The face I had seen every day for so many months, but never touched. I felt
connected to him. I felt like the entire island existed only for this one reason, our kiss.
A relatively stronger wave came and hit us higher, leaving us wet from the waist down.
He continued to kiss me, the intensity increasing with every passing second. His fingers
lingered down the back of my neck. Goosebumps broke out all over my body. If he could kiss like
this... His other hand went to my thigh and my heart started to thump louder.
Should I stop him? I wondered. I placed my hand on his wrist but offered no resistance.
Another strong wave came up and wet my entire dress. His fingers stroked my thighs.
Am I really doing this? my rational mind asked me one last time in a meek voice while I
moaned. Nobody cared about the rational mind tonight. My hand slid under his linen T-shirt, already
wet due to the water. I touched his hard chest, and circled my index finger around his left nipple. He
bit my lower lip in excitement.
We sat up. He removed his shirt, keeping his shorts on. He pulled up my dress and had me
wriggle out of it. We lay down again, the cold sand under our backs. He kissed my navel, touching his
tongue to it. My knees lifted a little. I grabbed his head with my hands.
‘Neel,’ I whispered. He didn’t hear me. His mouth and fingers continued to explore me. He
traced my bra with a lazy finger. He took his time, to match the slow pace of the island. After a while,
he lifted me a little. His hand went behind me and unhooked my bra in one snap. My breasts felt the
cold breeze. He paused to look at them, whatever he could see in the moonlight.
He touched a nipple with his fingertip. Took a breast in his hand. I could feel myself melting
all over. When my hand brushed over his shorts I knew he was as turned on as I was, if not more. His
mouth was on my breasts.
I lifted my hips and he pulled down my underwear. Then we were both naked on the sandy
beach. He leaned over me again and kissed my inner thighs. His tongue reached down there and
kissed me intimately. I almost jumped up in excitement.
Like all his kisses, he kept this light and slow, till I began to tremble. His tongue began to
gather pace. The pleasure became unbearable. I arched my back. Debu had gone down on me before.
However, this was a completely new level of sensation and pleasure. If Debu was French fries, this
was a gourmet six-course meal. If Debu was beer, this was champagne. If Debu was a boat, this was
a luxury cruise. Stop comparing, and what’s with the weird analogies? I mentally scolded myself,
and refocused on the moment. Neel continued to work magic with his tongue. I arched my back further
and dug my fingers in his hair.
‘Everything good?’ he whispered.
tina sui
(Tina Sui)
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