[sakurasan]

Chapter 19 Closing Eyes — Part 3

The waterfall was small, a white rope of water falling off a black rock into a round pool. The group stopped to rest, and Isha sat on a flat rock at the edge of the pool. Spray blew off the pool, and within a minute the front of her grey top was damp. It stuck to her breasts, and her nipples showed darker through the wet cotton. Water ran down her bare stomach into the waistband. Rohan saw the young men see it. He moved to stand in front of her and handed her his water bottle.




“Do not drink from the pool,” the guide said. “Upstream there is a village. They also have buffaloes.”

The boy in the red cap lowered his cupped hands. “Too late.”

The group laughed again, and this time Isha laughed hardest.

The way down was a forest road, wide enough for a jeep, with dry leaves along the edges. Halfway down she started to limp.

“My heels are hurting.”

“From the stones?”

“From last night. Somebody made me dance all night.”

“I only passed you on. They did the dancing.”

“Exactly. You passed me to them, so now you carry me.”

He crouched on the road. She climbed onto his back and wrapped her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. He caught her thighs and stood. Her breasts pressed into his back through her damp top and his shirt, and her breath was warm at his ear.




One of the young men, a tall one in a white cap, came alongside.

“Need a hand? We can do shifts.”

“No. I am fine.”

“Sure? It is a long way down.”

“I am sure.”

The young man smiled and dropped back, and the group walked down the road behind them.

Rohan knew what they were looking at. Where his hands held her thighs, the black pants pulled tight across her ass, and every step he took showed them that round ass sitting on his arms. For a moment he was angry with them. Then pride came over the anger. She was on his back. They could walk behind her and look all the way down the hill, and that was all they could do.

Neither of them knew what else the boys could see. With her legs spread wide, the pants had slid low. Above the waistband, the top of the crack between her cheeks showed, and the thin white string of her thong ran straight down into it. The white cap saw it first and nudged the red cap. None of the five said a word. They only slowed a little to keep the view.

“They are all looking at my ass,” she whispered.

“I know.”

“Are you angry?”

“A little.”

“And?”

“And you are on my back, not theirs.”

She smiled into his neck and bit his ear.

Five minutes further down, the road bent, and the group passed them and went ahead, out of earshot. Isha put her lips to his ear.

“You are getting slow, good boy.”

“You are getting heavy.”

“Then you should have said yes to the white cap. Poor boy offered so nicely.”

Rohan’s hands tightened on her thighs.

“I am only thinking of you,” she said. “You are panting.”

“I am not panting. I think you were eyeing his back.”

She put her chin on his shoulder. “His back did look wider.”

He slid his palms back under her and hitched her higher. His fingers spread wide over her ass cheeks, and his fingertips met at her crotch from both sides, with her pussy lips in the gap between them. She bit her lip.

“There is no shift,” he said. “I am doing all of them.”

“All the way down?”

“All the way to the room.”

She laughed into his neck. A minute ago he had been tired, and now he was nearly running down the hill. He passed the group at the next bend and kept going until they were ten feet behind.

His fingertips were still pressed into her crotch, and through the thin pants they found her damp and warm. He slowed down.

He turned his head to her ear. “One look at a wider back, and you are already like this.”

“Like what?”

He pressed his fingertips in a little. “Like this.”

Her face went hot. “That is from the waterfall.”

“That was long back.”

“It was a very wet rock.”

He opened his mouth, and she knocked her sneaker against the knot of the hoodie at his front.

“One more word,” she said, “and I kick lower.”

He laughed and walked. It had started the moment his grip tightened and he said there was no shift, and she knew it. She was keeping that win from him.

Back in the room, both of them were dripping with sweat. Her grey top was stuck to her back, and his t-shirt was dark down the middle.

“You go and bathe first,” he said. “I will wait.”

She caught his wrist and pulled him toward the bathroom.

“The tub is big enough for two.”

“Isha.”

“What? You carried me down a hill. Now you are shy of water?”

The tub sat in the middle of the bathroom floor, shaped like a heart, with gold taps at the point. She turned them on full and stripped her top over her head. Her pants went next, and she stood in only her panty while the tub filled. Rohan stood by the door with his shirt in his hands.

“Do you need help with that?”

He pulled his shorts down and stood in his brief. He kept his hips turned a little away from her, hiding how hard he already was.

She stepped into the warm water and sank down to her shoulders. He got in at the other end. The heart was big, but their four legs had to share it. Her feet found his thighs first. His shins slid along hers. Soon their legs were knotted in the water, her calf hooked over his knee, his foot pressed against the side of her hip, and every time one of them moved, the other got pulled along.



“Stop kicking me,” she said.

“I am not kicking. My leg has nowhere to go.”

“Then give it to me.” She pulled his foot into her lap and pressed her thumbs into his sole. “You carried me. My turn.”

He groaned and let his head fall back against the rim.

After a while she let his foot go and reached for the shampoo. She knelt up in the water in front of him. Her wet breasts were level with his face as she worked the shampoo into his hair, her fingers rubbing his scalp. He sat still and stared at her nipples a few inches from his mouth.

“Close your mouth. Water will go in.”

“Let it.”

Then he saw the marks. Small red bites ran over both her breasts, around the nipples and up the soft top curve, where his teeth had gone last night. Some had turned purple at the centre. He touched one with his fingertip and traced the little curve his teeth had left.

“I did all this?”

“Who else?”

“I went mad last night. Does it hurt?”

“Only when you look at them like a crime scene.”

He bent and kissed the one on top of her left breast. “Sorry.”

“Don’t be. Each one felt nice.” She looked down at them. “I wish they would never fade.”

He looked up at her. The guilt had left his face. “Then I will have to make them darker.”

Then it was his turn. She turned around and sat between his knees with her back to him, and he soaped her shoulders and down her spine. His hands slid around to her front, and he soaped her breasts slowly, cupping them, the soap making them slippery in his palms. She leaned back against his chest and let him.

The soap washed away into the water, and they stayed like that. She rested her head on his shoulder, and he folded his arms around her waist. The warm water came up to their necks. She closed her eyes. He felt her breathing slow down, her back rising and falling on his chest, her skin soft and slippery on his. For a long time the only sound was the tap dripping into the tub.

After a while she sat forward to give him room, and his finger began to move on her wet back. He drew one slow line between her shoulder blades, then a curve around it. By the second stroke she knew the shape. It was their symbol.

“I think I will tattoo our symbol,” she said.

“Really?”

“Yes. Now choose where I should put it.”

His hand went down under the water and pinched her ass cheek. “How about here?”

She jumped, and water slopped over the rim. “You are very naughty.” She settled back between his knees. “I hope Kunal knows a good female artist.”

“Why another one? Kunal can do it.”

She twisted around and hit his chest. “You are too much.”

“What? I know he does it well.”

Isha went still for a breath. Then she turned back around.

“Then I will make him do yours first.”

“Please. I am scared of needles.”

“I am not accepting that excuse.”

He went back to drawing on her back. “We may have to add our kids’ names in the symbol.”

“Then let us decide them now, and we mark you with it.”

“I like this. Not the tattoo. But let us decide the names.”

“Okay. You go first.”

“Our first son should be Ishan.”

“Then our daughter will be Rahini.”

“And the next…”

“Stop. Don’t keep going.” She leaned back against his chest. “I am not tattooing a whole family tree on you.”

He laughed into her hair. She could feel him hard behind her, held just away from her back. He was still being good. The water was getting cold anyway.

“I am getting out,” she said.

“I am closing my eyes.”

She stood up in the tub and stepped out onto the mat. She looked back. He was sitting with his head against the rim and his eyes squeezed shut, like a boy playing hide and seek. She almost laughed. He really was closing them.

She hooked her thumbs into her wet panty and pushed it down her legs. She stepped out of it, picked it up, and threw it. The wet cloth hit him in the face with a slap. She turned and walked away.

Rohan opened his eyes at the impact and pulled the cloth off his face. Then he saw her.

She was walking away from him, fully naked, and he was seeing her bare back for the first time in his life. Her wet hair hung down past her shoulder blades, and water ran out of it in thin lines down her spine. Her back narrowed into her waist, and on each side of her spine, just above her ass, sat a small dimple. Below them, her ass was bare. It was round and full and pale, still wet from the tub, and with each step one cheek lifted and the other dropped, the soft flesh shaking a little as her heel came down. Where her ass met her thighs there was a soft crease, and through the gap between her thighs he could see the light from the bedroom. Her wet feet left prints on the marble.

His mouth hung open.

At the bathroom door she stopped with her back to him.

“Bring my panty when you come,” she said, and walked into the bedroom.