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Shades of Grey – 8: The Beginning

September 4, 2010

He rang the door bell and waited. It was raining heavily and his car had stalled in the water logged area just outside the apartment complex. He was already wet running back from his car to the apartment block. Drops fell from his hair as he hung his head and shook it.

Shiva had dropped off Jasmine after the concert. She had worn an exquisite red chiffon sari. Her shoulders stood shining in her tight sleeveless blouse. Her hair covered her bare back making up for the low back of the blouse. She wrapped the sari elegantly around her, just below the navel. She looked extremely sexy and Shiva had a hard time keeping his eyes off her. He didn’t want to make his glare obvious but she caught him admiring her a few times as his gaze bounced of her breasts. Her small breasts were hidden under the palloo but contoured shapely in the tight blouse.

As they had sat next to each other in the theatre, he was mesmerized by the whiff of her perfume. Her bare soft arms rested on the armrest between them, lightly touching his arms, her shoulders rubbing his shoulders as she leaned over to say something softly in his ears. He tried to focus on the concert giving her pieces of information about the band and the style of music. He wondered if she knew of how gorgeous she looked and how she made him feel.

Dinner followed the concert. She didn’t seem to be in a hurry to get back home even though it was late. On their way back, he drove by the beach. It was a stormy night. The dark beach lit up by the lightning that flashed through the sky as large drops of rain fell on the windshield of his car. Light music played on the stereo while she spoke nonchalantly about her day, the concert, the beach… he lost track of exactly what she was saying as he just focused on her sweet soft voice.

The rain soon turned into a full fledged storm. Shiva drove slowly into her apartment complex, wading through pools of water.

“I had the most wonderful evening today” she said as he stopped the car.

“Me too” he smiled at her. He didn’t want her to go, didn’t want the evening to come to an end.

“We should do this again” she said softly

“We must” he said.

“Good night” she said as he felt her hand rest on top of his hand. She squeezed his hand as she smiled sensuously. He turned his hand over to and intertwined his fingers with hers and held her hand tightly. He leaned towards her staring into her eyes. He could feel her grip tightening on his hand. He leaned forward, his lips hovering close to her. Her lips parted just a little. He placed his lips on hers, gently caressing her lips with his. His tongue met hers as he felt her hand on the back of his neck, pulling him closer to her.

A bright streak of lightning broke their kiss.

“I really should go now” she said, wiping her mouth with her sari. She looked around to see if anyone in the apartment complex was watching. There was little chance of anyone being there in the incessant rain.

“Don’t go” he pleaded with her, still holding on to her hand.

She looked around and kissed him lightly on his lips first, and then gave him another deep kiss. She pulled her hand from his as her lips left his. In one swift motion, she collected her purse, opened the car door and ran through the pouring rain into the apartment building. He watched her through the rain drops on his car window disappear into the building, sitting there soaking in the moment they just had.

As he turned his car out of the apartment complex and into the street, he was met with knee deep water. His car waded through for a bit and then stalled. His attempts to start the car failed.

“Shit” he cursed under his breath wondering what to do. There was nothing much he could do. It was pouring and quite late in the night. There was no way he could find a mechanic now. He picked up his cell phone and dialled Jasmine’s number.

“Hi, my car broke down just outside your apartment and I am stuck in the rain in the middle of the night” he told her on the phone. There was a long pause.

“Hi, you there?” he inquired.

“Yes, yes, of course. Ummm would you like to come up to my apartment?” she said.

“Is that going to be okay? I mean what will your parents think?”

“Actually there’s no one at home. They’ve gone out and won’t be back until tomorrow. I just saw their note.” She said, a little hesitantly.

“Sure it is okay?” he asked trying to sound as though he didn’t want to impose.

“Absolutely. It will be good.” He wondered if he heard her chuckle as she said that.

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6 Comments leave one →
  1. September 5, 2010 3:20 pm

    Aww a mushy totally movie like feel to this beautiful piece 😀
    You have a wonderful flair with narrating stories 🙂
    Loving this beautiful series of short fiction pieces 😀 😀

    Keep up the good work and keep ’em coming 😀

    • September 5, 2010 6:15 pm

      Thank you chatterbox 🙂

  2. September 5, 2010 10:18 pm

    SIGH… i simply loved this. Mushy, mushy… 🙂

    • September 6, 2010 7:42 am

      Thanks Sakhi 🙂

  3. September 12, 2010 9:21 pm

    what luck!

    • September 16, 2010 8:05 am

      You hit the nail on its head Reema. You truly understand what the two protagonists felt in the story 🙂

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