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Chapter 13: Babu (Act 4)
The makeshift tent, cobbled together from old tarps and scavenged wood, offered little protection against the biting cold of the night. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint, lingering aroma of the food Lina had shared with Babu earlier. The single blanket they shared was thin, but it was all they had. Lina lay on her side, her back to Babu, her body trembling slightly as she tried to conserve warmth. Her fair skin, usually radiant, now bore a pale hue, a testament to the chill that seeped into her bones. She was nude beneath the blanket, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her legs pressed together as if to shield herself from the cold and perhaps from something more.
“You’ve been quiet,” Babu said, his voice low and rough, breaking the silence.
Lina hesitated, her fingers tightening around the edge of the blanket. “I... I don’t know what to say. This is... strange. I never thought I’d be here, like this.”
Babu nodded, his gaze steady. “Life has a way of surprising us.”
She bit her lip, her thoughts swirling. “I feel like I’ve been stuck in a cage, following rules that don’t make sense. Everyone expects me to be this perfect wife, this perfect woman... but I don’t know if that’s who I am anymore.”
Babu’s eyes softened, and he reached out, his calloused hand brushing against hers. “You don’t have to be anyone but yourself, Lina.”
Her breath hitched at his touch, and she looked away, her cheeks flushing. “It’s not that simple.”
“It can be,” he said quietly. “If you let it.” The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken thoughts. Finally, Babu shifted, his voice tentative. “You’re still cold. Let me help you warm up.”
Lina’s heart skipped a beat, and she hesitated, her mind warring with itself. “How?”
“I can rub your body,” he said, his tone gentle, almost cautious. “It’ll help build heat.”
She froze, her pulse quickening. The idea was... scandalous. Intimate. And yet, the thought of his hands on her skin sent a shiver of something unfamiliar down her spine. She listened to him, searching for any hint of ulterior motives, but all she felt was sincerity.
After a long moment, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Okay.”
Babu’s hands moved slowly, deliberately, as if he were afraid of startling her. He placed them on her hips, his touch warm and firm. “Your skin is so smooth,” he murmured, his voice low, almost reverent.
Lina’s breath caught, her body tensing under his hands. She closed her eyes, trying to steady herself, but his touch was intoxicating, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles over her hips. She could feel the heat building, not just from the friction of his hands, but from something deeper, something primal.
His hands moved lower, brushing over her ass cheeks, and she bit back a soft moan. She could feel the roughness of his palms against her skin, the way his fingers pressed into the soft flesh, kneading gently.
“You’re so soft,” he whispered, his voice thick with something she couldn’t quite place.
Her chest tightened, her nipples hardening under the thin fabric of her bra. She could feel his hands brushing against the lower edge of the fabric, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin just beneath.
“Babu...” she breathed, her voice trembling.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his tone gentle, almost hesitant.
She nodded, unable to find the words to speak. His hands moved higher, cupping her breasts through her bra, and she let out a soft gasp. His touch was achingly gentle, his fingers tracing the curve of her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples.
"Babu," she whispered, her voice trembling. "This is wrong...."
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
“Can I... take off your bra?” he asked, his voice low, almost a whisper.
She hesitated, her mind warring with itself. The rational part of her screamed that this was wrong, that she was betraying Rahim, betraying herself. But another part of her, a part she had buried deep inside, longed for this, longed to feel something other than the numbness that had consumed her.
After a long moment, she nodded, her voice barely audible. “Yes.”
Babu’s hands moved to the clasp of her bra, his fingers trembling slightly as he undid it. The fabric fell away, and her breasts were exposed to the cool air, her nipples hardening instantly.
He cupped her breasts gently, his hands warm against her skin. “They’re so big... so soft,” he murmured, his voice thick with awe. Lina’s breath hitched, her body trembling under his touch. His fingers traced the curve of her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, and she let out a soft moan.
“You’re so sensitive,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. She could feel the heat building inside her, her body responding to his touch with an intensity that shocked her. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensation, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
“Is this... wrong?” she asked, her voice trembling.Babu’s hands stilled, his eyes dark with desire. “I’m just trying to make you feel warm,” he said, his voice gentle.
His answer, simple yet sincere, was enough to ease her doubts. Lina closed her eyes, her body relaxing into his touch. Unconsciously, she shifted her position, her ass pressing against his thigh. She didn’t notice the way his body stiffened, the way his breath hitched as he felt the hardness of his cock against her.
Slowly, almost involuntarily, she felt herself grinding her ass against his hard cock, and he let out a soft moan. “Lina...” he breathed, his voice thick with need.
She closed her eyes, her mind spinning. She wanted to stop, wanted to pull away, but her body betrayed her, moving on its own, seeking the heat, the pleasure.
She felt his hot tongue lick her neck, his lips pressing against her skin, and she let out a soft moan. His hands crushed her breasts, his fingers kneading the soft flesh, and she arched her back, her breath quickening.
“Babu...” she breathed, her voice trembling.
He didn’t answer, his lips trailing down her neck, his hands moving over her body with a desperate urgency. She could feel his cock pressing against her ass, hard and insistent, and she ground her hips against him, her body moving on its own.
“Ohhhhhh,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire.
Her breath hitched, her body trembling. She wanted to stop, wanted to pull away, but her body betrayed her, moving on its own, seeking the heat, the pleasure. She felt his hands move to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he dry-humped her, and she let out a soft moan, her body moving against his, her hips grinding against his thighs.
"Babu," she whispered, her voice trembling. "We shouldn’t...."
But her words were cut off by another bite to her neck, sharper this time, a mark of possession that made her gasp. His hands moved lower, his fingers brushing against the curve of her waist before slipping at her navel area. Lina’s eyes widened, her breath coming in short gasps as she realized where this was heading.
"Please," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "Don’t."
But Babu’s hands were relentless, his touch both gentle and demanding. He pressed against her, his cock hard against her ass as he continued to grind into her. Lina’s body betrayed her, her hips moving in rhythm with his, her pussy aching with need. She closed her eyes tightly, her mind racing as she tried to reconcile her desire with her loyalty to Rahim.
The tent was silent except for their labored breathing and the occasional moan that escaped Lina’s lips. The blanket had fallen away, leaving them both exposed, their bodies pressed together in a dance of heat and desire. Lina’s hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into the fabric beneath her as she tried to ground herself, to remind herself of who she was and what she stood for.
But Babu’s touch was hypnotic, his movements deliberate and skilled. He knew exactly where to touch her, how to make her body sing with pleasure. Lina’s resolve was crumbling, her thoughts a tangled mess of guilt and longing. She wanted this...wanted him...but she couldn’t allow herself to go further.
The makeshift tent, cobbled together from old tarps and scavenged wood, offered little protection against the biting cold of the night. Inside, the air was thick with the scent of damp earth and the faint, lingering aroma of the food Lina had shared with Babu earlier. The single blanket they shared was thin, but it was all they had. Lina lay on her side, her back to Babu, her body trembling slightly as she tried to conserve warmth. Her fair skin, usually radiant, now bore a pale hue, a testament to the chill that seeped into her bones. She was nude beneath the blanket, her arms crossed tightly over her chest, her legs pressed together as if to shield herself from the cold and perhaps from something more.
“You’ve been quiet,” Babu said, his voice low and rough, breaking the silence.
Lina hesitated, her fingers tightening around the edge of the blanket. “I... I don’t know what to say. This is... strange. I never thought I’d be here, like this.”
Babu nodded, his gaze steady. “Life has a way of surprising us.”
She bit her lip, her thoughts swirling. “I feel like I’ve been stuck in a cage, following rules that don’t make sense. Everyone expects me to be this perfect wife, this perfect woman... but I don’t know if that’s who I am anymore.”
Babu’s eyes softened, and he reached out, his calloused hand brushing against hers. “You don’t have to be anyone but yourself, Lina.”
Her breath hitched at his touch, and she looked away, her cheeks flushing. “It’s not that simple.”
“It can be,” he said quietly. “If you let it.” The silence stretched between them, heavy with unspoken thoughts. Finally, Babu shifted, his voice tentative. “You’re still cold. Let me help you warm up.”
Lina’s heart skipped a beat, and she hesitated, her mind warring with itself. “How?”
“I can rub your body,” he said, his tone gentle, almost cautious. “It’ll help build heat.”
She froze, her pulse quickening. The idea was... scandalous. Intimate. And yet, the thought of his hands on her skin sent a shiver of something unfamiliar down her spine. She listened to him, searching for any hint of ulterior motives, but all she felt was sincerity.
After a long moment, she nodded, her voice barely above a whisper. “Okay.”
Babu’s hands moved slowly, deliberately, as if he were afraid of startling her. He placed them on her hips, his touch warm and firm. “Your skin is so smooth,” he murmured, his voice low, almost reverent.
Lina’s breath caught, her body tensing under his hands. She closed her eyes, trying to steady herself, but his touch was intoxicating, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles over her hips. She could feel the heat building, not just from the friction of his hands, but from something deeper, something primal.
His hands moved lower, brushing over her ass cheeks, and she bit back a soft moan. She could feel the roughness of his palms against her skin, the way his fingers pressed into the soft flesh, kneading gently.
“You’re so soft,” he whispered, his voice thick with something she couldn’t quite place.
Her chest tightened, her nipples hardening under the thin fabric of her bra. She could feel his hands brushing against the lower edge of the fabric, his fingers grazing the sensitive skin just beneath.
“Babu...” she breathed, her voice trembling.
“Is this okay?” he asked, his tone gentle, almost hesitant.
She nodded, unable to find the words to speak. His hands moved higher, cupping her breasts through her bra, and she let out a soft gasp. His touch was achingly gentle, his fingers tracing the curve of her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples.
"Babu," she whispered, her voice trembling. "This is wrong...."
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice thick with desire.
“Can I... take off your bra?” he asked, his voice low, almost a whisper.
She hesitated, her mind warring with itself. The rational part of her screamed that this was wrong, that she was betraying Rahim, betraying herself. But another part of her, a part she had buried deep inside, longed for this, longed to feel something other than the numbness that had consumed her.
After a long moment, she nodded, her voice barely audible. “Yes.”
Babu’s hands moved to the clasp of her bra, his fingers trembling slightly as he undid it. The fabric fell away, and her breasts were exposed to the cool air, her nipples hardening instantly.
He cupped her breasts gently, his hands warm against her skin. “They’re so big... so soft,” he murmured, his voice thick with awe. Lina’s breath hitched, her body trembling under his touch. His fingers traced the curve of her breasts, his thumbs brushing over her nipples, and she let out a soft moan.
“You’re so sensitive,” he whispered, his voice low and husky. She could feel the heat building inside her, her body responding to his touch with an intensity that shocked her. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the sensation, her breath coming in shallow gasps.
“Is this... wrong?” she asked, her voice trembling.Babu’s hands stilled, his eyes dark with desire. “I’m just trying to make you feel warm,” he said, his voice gentle.
His answer, simple yet sincere, was enough to ease her doubts. Lina closed her eyes, her body relaxing into his touch. Unconsciously, she shifted her position, her ass pressing against his thigh. She didn’t notice the way his body stiffened, the way his breath hitched as he felt the hardness of his cock against her.
Slowly, almost involuntarily, she felt herself grinding her ass against his hard cock, and he let out a soft moan. “Lina...” he breathed, his voice thick with need.
She closed her eyes, her mind spinning. She wanted to stop, wanted to pull away, but her body betrayed her, moving on its own, seeking the heat, the pleasure.
She felt his hot tongue lick her neck, his lips pressing against her skin, and she let out a soft moan. His hands crushed her breasts, his fingers kneading the soft flesh, and she arched her back, her breath quickening.
“Babu...” she breathed, her voice trembling.
He didn’t answer, his lips trailing down her neck, his hands moving over her body with a desperate urgency. She could feel his cock pressing against her ass, hard and insistent, and she ground her hips against him, her body moving on its own.
“Ohhhhhh,” he groaned, his voice thick with desire.
Her breath hitched, her body trembling. She wanted to stop, wanted to pull away, but her body betrayed her, moving on its own, seeking the heat, the pleasure. She felt his hands move to her hips, his fingers digging into her flesh as he dry-humped her, and she let out a soft moan, her body moving against his, her hips grinding against his thighs.
"Babu," she whispered, her voice trembling. "We shouldn’t...."
But her words were cut off by another bite to her neck, sharper this time, a mark of possession that made her gasp. His hands moved lower, his fingers brushing against the curve of her waist before slipping at her navel area. Lina’s eyes widened, her breath coming in short gasps as she realized where this was heading.
"Please," she murmured, her voice barely audible. "Don’t."
But Babu’s hands were relentless, his touch both gentle and demanding. He pressed against her, his cock hard against her ass as he continued to grind into her. Lina’s body betrayed her, her hips moving in rhythm with his, her pussy aching with need. She closed her eyes tightly, her mind racing as she tried to reconcile her desire with her loyalty to Rahim.
The tent was silent except for their labored breathing and the occasional moan that escaped Lina’s lips. The blanket had fallen away, leaving them both exposed, their bodies pressed together in a dance of heat and desire. Lina’s hands clenched into fists, her nails digging into the fabric beneath her as she tried to ground herself, to remind herself of who she was and what she stood for.
But Babu’s touch was hypnotic, his movements deliberate and skilled. He knew exactly where to touch her, how to make her body sing with pleasure. Lina’s resolve was crumbling, her thoughts a tangled mess of guilt and longing. She wanted this...wanted him...but she couldn’t allow herself to go further.
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