Margot looked around sleepily, reached for her phone, and pressed the unlock button to find that it was close to 9 o’clock in the morning. On and off, amidst the chirping of birds, she could detect the sounds of splashing water and something like a manual pump from the backside of the mud hut. Through the thick rectangular dried mud window, Margot stared briefly at the crop fields, shining golden in the bright sun. Knowing that the cause of the sound could only be her new host, Ishita, she looked over at her husband to find him still sprawled asleep beside her. She placed her palm lightly on his chest, against which she had snuggled off to sleep, and gave it an affectionate rub. No sign of movement; he was still deeply asleep. She got up, wrapped a robe around her bare body, and walked out to the backside of the hut into the bright morning sunshine.
It was Margot’s first time in her newly married husband’s native country, and in the thirty years of her life, her first time anywhere East. After a month of venturing across the length and breadth of the touristy wonders of India, they had arrived at the small and somewhat remote hillside village where Rio’s sister, Ishita, had chosen to settle her life.
For years, she had been working on a series of diverse practical engineering projects to help the village community via creative infrastructural upgrades. From his many visits to the village, Rio was well aware of how much his younger sister was loved and respected by the people here, and he admired her all the more for it.
It was only the previous evening that Ishita had welcomed them with undisguised joy to her home of mud and straw that was set aside at a distance from the rest of the village, close to the crop fields and the green hills beyond. Her sharp features and intelligent eyes adorned with black eyeliner had sparkled into a dazzling happy smile when she met and embraced each of them in turn.
They had spent the next hour or so showing the premises to Margot, watching her marvel at the novelty of being in a large and spacious mud hut, the coolness inside of it and of its smooth dried mud flooring in stark contrast to the heat outside. Having been terribly tired, they had had a simple early dinner of fresh delicious local vegetables, rice, and pulses, and called it a night.
Presently, Margot walked alongside the outer wall of the mud hut, following the sound of water. The sun was bright and it was already beginning to get warm. Eventually turning the corner of the hut, she found her sister-in-law sitting with her back to her. Her smooth yellow skin glistened with water under the morning sun; her lithe, curvaceous body arching straight as she brought a mug of water down upon her bare chest. She sat entirely in the nude on a wooden box on the cemented base of what looked like a tube well. There was a metal bucket in front of her. She was pumping the water out intermittently with one hand while bathing herself from the bucket. She poured another mug over her face and her already wet, long black hair clung tighter to her skin. It was only when she reached for her soap did she notice Margot standing there. She was clearly taken aback.
“Morning, Margo,” she said pleasantly with a smile.
“Oh, morning,” said Margot uncertainly, “I’m intruding, I’m sorry, I wasn’t aware…”
“Hey it’s cool, don’t worry. You look like you’ve just woken up.”
“Yeah, can’t believe we slept for over a dozen hours. And he’s still out,” said Margot folding her arms, and looking a bit more comfortable.
“No wonder, after the journey you two have had. But the water here is refreshing,” she said, pouring some over her breasts, letting it flow down her chest and stomach, “You’ll be as good as new after a nice bath.”
“I’m sure. Speaking of, I think I’ll go freshen up myself in the, you know, guest bathroom.”
“I’ll have breakfast ready by the time you’re done, Margot.”
“Sure, thanks,” said Margot with a nod and a smile and walked back wondering how it must be like to live a life of waking up every day in a secluded hillside mud hut and to walk outdoors close to the crop fields and take a cool bath basking in the scent of the earth and the flowers around you, under the bright morning sun. She found herself wishing she could live like that herself, if only for a few days.
***
“So a blonde, huh?” asked Ishita, laying down another set of wooden logs to be chopped.
“Dark blonde,” clarified Rio, lifting his axe and chomping down hard on a log upon the splitting block.
Ishita had granted leave to her caretaker and friend, who helped her run the house for the duration of the following week, and Rio had agreed beforehand to help out with some of the household chores.
“Dark blonde… hmm… exceedingly pretty and amorously desirable, shall we say?” said Ishita teasingly. It was a hot day and she had wrapped herself in a thin, plain white saree, with no blouse or undergarments. The silklike fabric wound across her bosom, leaving one shoulder, her midriff, and one side bare for enough air to flow through. Rio glanced momentarily at the expanse of her exposed flat stomach, where caught in the afternoon sunlight glittered what must have been a newly acquired navel piercing. He had noticed it first when he’d woken up to breakfast earlier that morning and found his sister bathed and dressed in this her mostly usual summer wear in the village.
“Don’t get strange and act like you two only met yesterday for the first time,” he said now, hurling his axe at the next piece of log.
“Call me a traditionalist but zoom calls are hardly the same as meeting someone for the first time in person. I knew she was a lovely human being. And now I’m realizing that she’s hot. That is all I’m saying,” she finished with a coy lilt to her voice. No wonder her brother seemed to be keeping in shape. Newly married and in love. He was clean-shaven, slim, and lithe like her. She watched the sweat glisten on his bare chest as he flexed his muscles to perform the task at hand.
“Hmm,” is all he said by way of acknowledgment.
Ishita took a step closer and stared into his eyes, “Been keeping those muscles well worked, haven’t you?”
“That what you’ve been focusing on all this while we’ve been speaking?”
“Don’t try to get smart, asshole. I’m just admiring how you’re making the effort at being even more attractive for her. I bet she’s been getting a lot of action in bed, hmm?”
Rio lodged the axe hard onto the splitting block, stepped closer to her, and gripped her by the waist, his thumb digging into her soft stomach.
“You just can’t stop, can you?”
“What do you mean, stop? You only just arrived last night. When did we start?”
Rio removed his hand from her waist.
“I can’t believe I fell asleep again,” said Margot, wiping her eyes as she walked out towards the shed.
“It’s good to get the tiredness out,” said Ishita, turning to her, “rest today, so we can maybe go for a hike tomorrow very early before it gets hot. I know a good trail.”
“Oh… yeah,” said Margot, looking at her husband who was nodding along with her, “that’s a great idea.”
“Great, we can make a picnic out of it,” said Ishita.
“I think that’s enough wood, for now, don’t you think,” said Rio beginning to walk back to the house, “think I’ll take a bath.”
“Thanks again for a great lunch,” said Margot once her husband had departed, “but you have to let us help next time.”
“You will,” said Ishita, “Don’t worry. It’s only the first day.”
A breeze blew in from the direction of the mountain and sent a ripple through the fabric of her saree. Margot watched the edge of it flutter dangerously about the beautiful swell of her left breast.
“So… you know,” mused Margot first staring at the ground before looking up at her, “we’ve never really discussed it, you and me, but you do know that he told me? He said that you know. That I know. About you two and everything that happened and how you’ve felt.”
“That for years now, we’ve been having sex together off and on, whenever we are with each other, yes.”
“Yes, that.”
“He said, and I swear I could not believe it the first time, but that you were okay with it?”
Another short pause followed before Margot spoke.
“You could not believe it, so as to say you found it strange?” she asked.
“Strange… hmm… maybe not the word, but… well, I know my brother and he’s clearly fallen for you, so I don’t expect you to be like… some kind of stereotypical person, but… still, you know? ”
“Yes. Listen, Ishita, I’m looking forward to spending time with you here, where you are in your element. I want to learn more about the two of you, but I am also hoping to let you get to know me a little better. Maybe once you do, you will find my preferences and decisions more natural than hard to believe.”
“Ah… well, yes, ma'am,” said Ishita, a hint of a smile on her lips, “And yes, I’m glad that we will have plenty of time to talk about it all.”
“Hmm, now that’s out of the way, I wanted to tell you – I’ve been thinking since I saw you at breakfast this morning looking so sexy draped in this lovely fabric. It looked so comfortable, I was wondering if on a coming day you’d let me wear one of these.”
“Oh, Margot that’s a fabulous idea,” Ishita’s eyes sparked up with a flicker of excitement, “I was going to ask you if you’d want that, in, let’s say due course, but I’m glad you like the idea already. I’m going into the village in a little bit. Maybe I can pick something out for you. I think you’re going to love the feel of wearing it, and it’s going to make you look intoxicatingly sexy. I’m not even kidding.”
Ishita watched Margot break into laughter – it sparkled across her face that glowed beautifully, caught in the late afternoon sunlight. “Speaking of sex,” she said to Ishita, her smile lingering innocently, “I had some questions.”
***
Margot walked ahead in between the stacks of hay facing the edge of the woods at the base of the hills. Observing her quietly as he followed behind her was her husband. Rio watched her walk, her open, shoulder-length hair caught in an intermittent breeze amidst the orange haze of late evening. He thought she looked smart and sexy in this new outfit of a cute, sleeveless, and loose, pale white ruffled crop top and pastel pink shorts. As he walked, not for the first time in the last twenty-four hours, he considered the beautiful turn in his life when he had finally felt excited about, and importantly at peace with ‘getting serious’ with someone.
Someone. That was all she was when he had met her and started dating back in San Francisco. Perhaps that is who he was for her as well at the time, he thought, just a guy to keep her warm for a little while. It did not take them long to impress each other in ways they had not felt before from anyone else in their lives.
Now, as he watched her walk ahead, even more than the obvious splendor of her form, it was the beauty of its familiarity that inspired in him such a longing for her. He could tell Margot was soaking everything in; the new space around her, its atmosphere, the sights, sounds, and scents. He knew she had been conversing with Ishita intermittently, learning about the solar-powered hut, about little details regarding living here. It seemed to Rio as though Margot felt comfortable and at home here already.
Presently, she reached the final large stack. She turned around to face him, leaning her back against the hay.
“I love you,” she said.
“Hmm, I know. But it doesn’t hurt my ego to keep hearing it.”
“Maybe you will hear it less and less if you keep being a smartass, hmm?”
Rio leaned in and kissed her softly, lovingly on her lips, one of his palms resting against her bare arm, while the other lightly wound about her neck.
“Obviously, I still have my head over my heels, Margot.”
They both gave a small giggle. There might even have been a tinge of nervousness at the moment, but neither could be sure if it was only in their head. It was a warm and humid evening, and Margot’s skin felt cool and the slightest bit damp to Rio’s touch. There was something terribly exciting in all of this for Rio. Margot felt the same. Well rested and feeling comfortable in secluded nature, she could not wait for her lover to touch her, caress her, and love her the way he does.
She met his ponderous gaze and reached in for another kiss. It was wet and passionate, her hand sliding underneath the soft fabric of his grey Kurta, and nervously touching and caressing his skin.
Rio hummed softly, gave her another affectionate kiss, and then lifted her up by her underarms and placed her sitting on the haystack. Yet another sudden breeze blew in from the mountains, sending Margot’s hair astray and causing Rio’s linen kurta to flutter about.
“I like this,” said Margot, as though examining the soft fabric of his kurta between her thumb and two fingers.
“Umm… thanks,” said Rio.
“But it’s time to take it off.”
“Ah.”
Margot let out a small giggle before helping him lift the kurta over his head. It fell to the heavy spread of loose hay all around them on the ground. Margot’s hands instinctively went and rested on his lean, toned body – softly sliding down his chest; with her long painted nails, she applied a single light scratch on his stomach. When they kissed next, it was charged with an erotic flavor that somehow felt unique and exciting like never before. One of Rio’s palms rested on Margot’s bare side, the other slid up her back underneath her crop top.
Their lips parted, but their gaze held each other as Rio peeled the top off Margot. There was no bra underneath. Her lovely, full breasts fell out and glistened in the sun with the slightest hint of dampness. She looked exceedingly beautiful, sitting topless with her denim shorts on this stack of hay that Rio was all too familiar with. He leaned in, hugging her softly around the back and slowly kissing the smooth skin of her pale white shoulders, her neck, and then continuing to kiss down to her chest.
“Hmmm…” Margot took a deep breath, opening her mind and body to all the sensations and feelings they afforded her, “Why do I feel so good, Rio? I mean, I always do when you touch me, but…”
Rio did not let her finish. Margot watched his handsome face lean in and snuggle against her bosom, before taking the tip of one of her breasts in his mouth. He sucked her lovingly – licking, smooching her puffy nipples. Margot purred from the sensation. She had never been in a place so humid as this, and what with the breeze and the glorious setting sun, and being topless in the open air, it made her all the more sensitive to Rio’s eager wet tongue now sucking each of her breasts in turn.
Rio felt a soft tug at the elastic of his pijamas.
“Let me touch it,” she said.
He helped her pull them down his hips and off him entirely. Margot climbed down from the haystack and stood watching him for a moment, standing naked in front of her. Brown and lithe, bathed in the orange haze of sunset. He was perfect.
Resting one hand on his chest, she used the other one to softly cup his balls and then slowly begin to stroke his already hard cock. They kissed again, and when their lips locked together Margot felt him sighing from her touch down where he was so sensitive by now. It took barely a few seconds for Margot to slip off her shorts, take his moderately long and thick cock in her hand and guide it to the moist walls of her pussy.
Neither could bring themselves to delay it any further. They needed each other right then. They had ever since they had woken up in the cool mud hut to a beautiful day in the countryside.
“Mmmh, yes please,” Margot moaned, leaning her head back as Rio’s cock pressed in halfway inside of her, ushered in by her fresh, slippery moistness. With her leaning her waist against the hay, he supported her back with his arms, and Margot too put her arms around his neck, pulling him closer to her body. Rio withdrew his cock, kissed her lips, and pushed slowly up inside her again until he was balls deep. The final push caused her to moan into the kiss and he held her body a little tighter in his arms. This is how they fucked for a while: slowly, intimately. Holding and caressing each other, while his cock gently buried deep inside her each time. It made her gush with juices that coated the naked skin of his cock and in turn, helped swell their desires even further.
