Nandita To Nandini
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The heated temperature caused the wavy air distorting view above the pavement. The cicadas chirped, like a horrible synthetic sound pad. The sun crept across the vast blue, tipping west of the peak of its arc. Pollen scent tainted the air. There was a breeze, intermittent and welcome.
The fingers of her left hand grew sore around the handle of the ginger colored case she carried. High cut jean shorts hugged her slender hips. A white tank top hung from her tanned shoulders. The high heal shoes were not advantageous for walking. But walk she did, one long arm jutting out to her side, thumb sticking proudly upwards towards the sky.
It was dangerous to hitchhike, she knew this, but even more dangerous perhaps to be stranded when night came. In most cases she could manage herself. The girl would have removed her uncomfortable shoes were it not for the unsympathetic pavement. Surly it would scorch her feet. The terrain adjacent to the road was too uneven to walk far.
It was a blue car that slowed beside her, a rather modest contrivance, but not so disheveled to spark her nerves. A young man, thirty or so, grinned and regarded her through sunglasses.
“Are you okay?” he inquired loudly over the humming engine. “Do you want a ride?”
She considered him carefully, immediately at ease as a petite young lady with almost white, cropped bleached hair poked her head into sight round the man.
“We’re going to Windsor!” the energetic pixie added.
“That’s convenient! I’m headed there myself, I would love a ride,” said the girl and approached the vehicle at the man’s gesture. She opened the rear door, shoving a cooler and clothes and other supplies aside. There was room enough for her and her case. When she pulled the door shut and removed her round sunglasses the car proceeded again. The girl in the front seat rotated to look directly at her. She stuck out a hand.
“I’m Jane Bennett, and this is Dan.”
“A pleasure, thank you for picking me up.”
“Not a problem, where in Windsor are you bound?” Dan asked.
“Anywhere with a telephone, I’m in no rush though. Any closer than I was is good for me.”
Jane beamed, her bright blue eyes startlingly vivid.
“We’re camping just on the edge of town, would you like to have lunch with us?” she asked.
“Lunch would be wonderful!” the girl grinned, running fingers through her long flaxen locks. With some more idle chatter the three finally pulled up to a dirt road. Not far down this they came upon a river and a camp consisting of one tent and a fire pit. The three clambered out of the car, Jane and Dan extracting the cooler, and strolled to the pit. The girl observed her two new companions, Dan in his loose jeans, flip-flops and white t-shirt. Jane wore a bikini bottom, sandals, and a plaid button shirt. From beneath the long shirt folds the girl could see Jane’s smooth bottom and sultry thighs.
They cooked hotdogs over the fire. Their conversation was simple: Where were you born, where do you live, how old etc. The girl learned that the pair were traveling the United States. They’d met in college in Indiana and eloped. Dan was twenty-nine and Jane twenty-three.
As they sat Jane would periodically shift closer to the girl. She wondered if Dan had noticed. With the flame flickering before them the girl thought finally to make a move.
“Well I admire that, you guys are like nomads,” she stated and laid a hand on Jane’s leg, just above her knee. Her skin was soft and when the girl looked up Jane was staring intently at her. She worried for a moment that she’d done something wrong before Jane quickly leaned in and kissed her. Their lips were wet against each other, the pace slow and passionate. The girl pulled away and looked at Dan. He was watching them with a pleased expression. The girl addressed Jane again, pushing their lips together and pressing into her. Jane’s hand rubbed up and down the girl’s tanned thigh, venturing between her legs and back out again. The girl’s hand traveled beneath Jane’s baggy shirt and up to her small breasts, pinching a nipple. She wore nothing under the flannel. Jane groaned sweetly against her mouth.
The two were electric, hardly noticing the silence of the forest around them as they moaned and breathed. The girl had maneuvered atop Jane, straddling her waist, shoving their pelvises together. Jane’s flannel shirt was unbuttoned and lying open, revealing her petite middle, a small belly button and the delicious outline of her ribs, curves leading to her small breasts, scarcely mounds at all, with tiny nipples protruding. The girl stuck her tongue out and suctioned one of the nipples into her mouth. Jane wriggled beneath her, one hand trailing down rosy skin to her own pudenda. The girl brushed her hand aside and reached for it herself. It was an easy target under Jane’s bikini bottom. Her hand slid beneath the thin fabric to the lavish bush, slender fingers caressing lively folds before settling on her clitoris. Jane gasped and her stomach bucked as the girl rubbed.
“That… Feels… Good…” Jane panted.
The girl was fixated on her exposed middle, Jane’s slender arms showing beneath the shirt, armpits and collarbone glistening with sweat. But at the sound of her voice the girl brought her face up to Jane’s, pressing their lips together. Jane’s tongue poked into her mouth, wet and playing with her own.
“Does that feel good baby?” the girl asked, separating for the moment.
“So good, I want… I want…”
She trailed off, struggling with the girl’s jean shorts. Finally Jane found the clasp in front and slid the garment over the girl’s hips, down her long tan legs and off her feet. Her thong had been pulled partway along with it and was stretched between her knees.
Unlike Jane her pudenda was completely shaven, front to back. They continued making out. Jane had her fingers imbedded in the girl’s vagina. She knew that Jane had already cum at least once.
It was then she heard footsteps and looked over her shoulder. Dan had apparently had enough being passive and was striding over, removing clothes as he went. The girl grinned, green eyes flashing, and arched her back, nuzzling into Jane’s neck.
Dan knelt down behind them and lined up behind the girl. She hadn’t seen his erection but could feel it now rubbing against her folds. And, before he could enter, Jane grasped it in one hand, meeting Dan’s gaze over the girl’s shoulder. Her eyes were insistent, pleading. Whatever went unsaid was received as Dan lowered himself to Jane and plunged inside her depths. The girl scooted forward to allow them room and soon found she was hovering over Jane’s mouth. Jane brought her hands to the girl’s hips and pulled her downward. Tongue met vagina, moving inside her lips and toying with her clitoris. The girl squealed and after a number of minutes came hard on Jane’s cute face. In another moment she heard Dan grunt and buck, obviously having a pleasure of his own.
Jane was giggling and when the girl looked down at her she smiled.
“You want to stay the night?”
Jane was sandwiched between them on top of a number of sleeping bags. The rest of the day had been filled with swimming and drinking and other physiological activity. Now, exhausted and reeking of sexual pursuits, they rested in bliss. That was, except for the girl. It must’ve been after midnight when she rose and wandered out of the tent and into the moonlit glade. She wore only her shirt and her thong. Her shorts were still somewhere near the fire pit. She went down to the shore and sat, watching the glistening river wind its way out of sight. When she heard him approach she was not surprised.
“I heard you get up.”
“I know.”
“Are you okay?”
She laughed, turning to see him standing fully naked a few feet away.
“I’ve just had loads of sex with your girl all day, I feel pretty good.”
It was hard to determine in the dark but she thought he smiled.
“I’m sorry about, ya know, trying to put it in you.”
“Don’t have to be sorry,” she waved a hand. “I’m not the one who stopped you.”
He paused, as if suddenly realizing that fact, and sat beside her. He was close. She turned her face to his and he leaned in to kiss her. Their lips met only briefly.
“You think Jane is okay with this? She did stop you earlier.”
“She had sex with you didn’t she?”
“That’s true, maybe it’s something you should discuss-”
He had kissed her again, this time guiding the girl to her back. He was braced over her, erection pointing severely.
“Mmm, you really are a scumbag.”
“Huh?”
She shook her head and pulled him in, kissing him fiercely. He moved his hands to her shirt and tugged it up and over her head. When he was tossing it away the girl unclasped her bra and exposed her breasts to him. They weren’t small like Jane’s, but enough to get one’s hands around. Dan was fixated with her flesh and nipples.
“You usually don’t have boobs to play with hmm?”
He grinned.
“She had a good ass, I’ll say that.”
“Oh come on, what are boobs anyway, just fleshy sacks?”
“Yes, but yours are so pert.”
He pressed his mouth to one, licking the goose pimpled flesh trailing to her nipple. She shivered as his lips tightened around it.
“Mmm, we going to have sex now?” she asked.
He responded by yanking down her thong, pushing her legs up, accommodating access.
“Eager beaver buddy. It’s okay. Go ahead. Do you have a condom?”
Dan looked up in panic, all the lust suddenly drained from his face.
“You really are a scumbag. Who knows where I’ve been?”
“Are you safe?”
She rolled her eyes.
“Yes. You’re lucky dude.”
Without hesitation he pushed himself inside her. Her silken walls hugged him and he began to thrust. She wished he would play with her nipples or her clit, but he seemed intent on pumping meekly in and out of her.
“Why don’t we go from behind?” she offered, propping up on her elbows.
“Okay,” he agreed quietly.
She turned over and stuck her butt in the air, wiggling it in front of him. He grasped her hips and found her entrance again. He was deeper this time and it felt better. This way she had the opportunity to push against him, shoving back into his pelvis. He gasped the first time and groaned subsequently. The girl pulled one of his hands to her breast and then fingered her own clit. She would get off if she had to do it herself.
“Come on,” she said, “play with my tit.”
His fingers finally encompassed her nipple. That and her thrusting and rubbing culminated in an orgasm, tightening her stomach muscles and excreting juices all over the man’s penis.
“Gunna cum baby?”
“Yeah,” he breathed.
“Come on,” she grunted, thrusting back into him. “Cum. When do you get a chance to cum in a woman that’s not your girlfriend? Cum. Cum baby.”
His thrusts were invigorated and finally he pressed hard against her ass, cock throbbing and spewing seed up into her. His hand fell from her breasts and he pulled out slowly. She winced and then rolled onto her back.
“I should… I should get back…” he muttered absently. The girl waved a hand.
“By all means.”
He left and she laid there, watching the stars, fondling the breast he had held. Then, after a few minutes, she laughed, that same hand traveling to her vagina. She caressed it and brought her fingers to her nose. It smelled of his semen.
“Amateur,” she giggled. “And a scumbag.”
When Dan arrived back at the tent Jane was sitting upright, naked and beautiful. He instantly felt guilty and tried to hide his half flaccid erection.
“Did you do her?” Jane asked, still facing away.
“…Yeah, I did.”
“So did I.”
“I know.”
They went silent before Dan noticed what she was hunched over.
“What’s that?” he asked. He walked around her and knelt down, eyes wide. The girl’s ginger colored case was open before her. “Jane… what the hell? What are you doing?”
Jane turned to him, her face pale in the moonlight, and handed him a picture. It was one of many, the only contents of the case. Dan stared in shock. It was a photo of him, maybe four or five years ago.
“What… What is this?”
“I don’t know,” Jane whispered, looking at him fearfully, “but we should go, right now. Where is she?”
“Down at the beach,” he replied, hands shaking.
“We can make it to the car. Forget the rest of this stuff, lets go.”
She shook him by the shoulder and he nodded.
“Okay… Okay.”
They stood, gathering whatever clothes they could in their arms, and ran out of the tent, across the campsite, and to their vehicle sitting idle by the road. They both clambered in the passenger side, Dan sliding over to the driver’s seat. Jane closed the door as softly as she could, the thing creaking on its hinges. They both winced when it latched. Finally Dan turned the key in the ignition and the car fired to life, the lights and noise quite obvious in the dark. The girl would have heard from the riverbed but they were gone in a matter of moments, driving swiftly away, stirring up dust on the road.
“At least we got away,” Jane sighed. “What was that about? With the pictures?”
“I don’t know, but she knows me. I don’t know how she found us.”
As their car disappeared into the night neither noticed, under a blanket and some clothes in the back seat, the faint shape of a figure, waiting for the opportunity to make herself known.
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