The Vampire Kiss Chapter Fifteen Angelic Lusts
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It was a cold morning. As the forecast had said, the morning would turn into a fine sunny day and a cloudy thundering night followed by a light shower. I was shivering. The cold wind was doing me no good and there was no sign of her. She knew the bus would be departing at 8 am. It was already 7:52 am. I felt tense and uneasy. I could see all the unfamiliar faces around me, loving hugging and kissing loved ones good bye, ‘til we meet again. I was there by myself standing near my bus Firefly, wondering if my new friend would show up before I leave for the long journey. 7:56 am.
The bus’ engine had started and the driver requested everyone on board. I was reluctant; I didn’t know whether to wait around or to board the bus. I climbed up the step and looked back. I saw a small figure running towards the bus. My heart stopped and my eyes watered. She was wearing white T-shirt and brown skirt. Her boobs were shuddering as she was running against time. She was running faster than an Olympian. I stepped down from the bus and ran towards her.
We crashed into each other’s arms and kissed. She said she was sorry, she had slept her alarm. She thought she would miss me forever. I believed her. I didn’t have her number or email address to contact her. I checked my pocket and realized I had left my phone in my bag. I tried to give her my number but she said that she was in such a rush to meet me she had left her mobile at home. Neither of us had a pen or paper on us. I checked my pocket and found my handkerchief. She checked her pocket and found her used lipstick. She took her lipstick and wrote her mobile number onto my handkerchief and then kissed it leaving her lip marks. I heard the bus horn, hinting for me to board the bus. I had to leave her. I kissed her again and boarded the bus. She was standing there waving her hands and smiling. The bus was moving forward and soon enough I saw her disappear.
I could still hear her voice ringing in my ears. “Have a safe trip. Call me. I’ll wait for you. See you soon, take care. Ashish.” I took my seat. The bus was well decorated and very cosy. I saw people smiling and befriending each other. For the next 10 hours or so we were all family, neighbors and the society. We were following a standard travel route Sydney, Canberra, Holbrook, Wangaratta, Seymour and then onto Melbourne. The seat next to me was soon taken by an elderly man in his mid 70’s. I smiled at him and shook my head; he did the same as a reply. He told me his name was Karan. I introduced myself as Ashish. As the bus picked up speed, I looked out of the window. The city was rapidly turning into rural and then into bush land. I held the handkerchief in my hand it was the most precious thing in my possession, her contact details.
I took out my mobile to copy her number but my battery was dead. I didn’t get a chance to charge my mobile last night. My mobile battery usually does run out pretty quickly. I should have known. I made a mental note to buy a new battery when I arrived at Melbourne. As we were racing towards Melbourne, my mind was racing two days back. Thursday morning on my way to university, I had seen her standing next to me. In her blue jeans and a grey T-shirt she looked confident, convincing and beautiful. She had a robust body, silky long hair, dark eyes and fair complexion. Her juicy breasts were hardly content behind those bra and T-shirt. I could see the impression of her nipples. Her perfect round ass was the subject of attraction to everyone. She seemed to be of Punjabi origin. When I saw her, I felt like spring had arrived, I could smell millions of roses in the air.
She was holding few books under her right arm and a hand bag on her left shoulder, definitely a student. Overseas or local I couldn’t say. I usually don’t watch people this long but I couldn’t take my eyes off her. I wanted to know her, feel her and be with her. I felt as if all my life’s dreams and desires were combined and made into her. For the first time in my whole life, I felt I had found my soul mate. I was thinking how to start a conversation with her. I haven’t spoken to strangers in public for so long. Conversation seems to be a lost art in this modern world of email, text and telephone. When her stop came, she looked at me, smiled, and said “Excuse Me”.
Then she alights from the bus.
“Excuse me” those two words would have done the trick. I could have spoken to her, if I had enough courage to alter those simple innocent words, followed by some general question. Another missed opportunity. My eyes were following her as far as I could see. Then she dissolved in the crowd of people and lost in my jungle of remembrance. I was left nursing my aching heart. That day I felt I had found something and lost something at the same time. I could hear some soft romantic music inside my head. I looked unnecessarily happy. I was smiling at everyone I met and looked at the mirror wondering how I looked. Every time I closed my eyes, I could see her smiling face. The words she said and the way she spoke made me want her more and more. All day at Uni I missed her; I felt her eyes were following me. I got restless. In the silent lake someone has thrown a stone. Waves of desires and dreams were awake. I found a vacuum in my life. A vacuum that needed to be addressed and fixed.
The bus was cruising at 100 Km/hr. I was lost in my own jungle of remembrance. A gentleman next to me spoke gently, “There is nothing like falling in love. You can read about it but you have to fall in love to understand it, it can’t be taught and can’t be told.” He was well dressed and well spoken. I found him very amazing. He seemed to be genuinely interested in my love affair. He enquired about my girl friend. He said we looked very nice together, like couples made in heaven and left on earth to catch up. I was compelled to tell him my side of the story. That day after Uni, I went for a walk in the park. I had never been to the other side of the road.
From my side, the park looked big, green and relaxing. I always wanted to lie down on the grass and look up at the sky. When I see people doing so, I always asked myself, “How can they relax when there is so much stress in life?” For me the sky is always falling. I’m always on the move. I’m tight lipped and closed pocket man who has little to offer and too much to take. I don’t remember the last time I stopped and smelt the roses. The moment I stepped in the park, I wanted to run away. I knew I didn’t belong there. It was for life appreciating people not for the self burdened heavy headed person like me. I found a spot and sat down. When I looked to the other side of the street I was shocked. I could see millions of me rushing everywhere. I saw cars, buses and people in a rush, on the go. When I was among them, everything made sense. Go to Uni, work and home, have dinner, watch TV, do assignments and go to bed. From this side of the road nothing made sense. Where is life? I felt less of a person and more like a robot.
I looked at my surroundings, an oasis in the middle of the city. The freshly cut grass reminded me of my childhood, of those long lost summer days when my father mowed the lawn and I used to follow him. There were a few big, dark trees standing tall, guardians of the oasis, one constant in their rapidly changing surroundings. One can learn so much from trees, If only you stand and observed. I saw people around me. They were relaxed. Some were stretching and some were meditating. Some of them were reashishg books, waiting for the sun to set and some, like me, were simply watching other people. I could hear birds all over calling for their loved ones. I could feel the cold breeze blowing against my face. I felt I was awake. I could see everything so clearly, I could hear everything so clearly. At that moment, there and then I felt life all over me.
The feeling was sensational. My eyes were full of tears and my heart was full of love. I saw the same girl from that morning looking at me. She must have arrived long before me. She looked as beautiful as ever, silent, relaxed and innocent. Suddenly all my feelings and devotions to Mother Nature disappeared. I felt exploited. I felt she was invashishg my privacy. I had a strong urge to go back to my comfort zone and watch TV. I started missing my cosy couch. I felt cold and hungry, tired and weary. My legs were heavy. I could see her sharp eyes penetrating me. I felt I was standing naked in front of the whole world. I felt like a little child not knowing what to do. She smiled at me and waved her hands. I waved as a friendly gesture. She got up and started walking towards me. She was a well built young lady, not athletic, but the kind of physique you get by eating right and regular physical activities.
Her eyes were easy and kind, like a child. There were no signs of dust of time and failures. Her face was matured but innocent. There was no sign of tiredness and stress. When she was walking it looked like she was floating. So soft, so light yet she placed her every step carefully. She came up to me and gave me her right hands and said “Hey There!” The moment I heard her voice I felt the magic. Her voice was like a flute in the full moon night, soft, sweet and kind. I took her hands. They were long, slender and soft. When I touched her, I had a mixed feeling. I felt for the first time I could see through my fingers. I looked at her. I couldn’t speak. Words didn’t come out of my mouth. She was no one, I had never seen her before, but yet I was thrilled to meet her. She asked if she could join me. I nodded. She sat next to me slowly and gracefully. She was calm and silent. The kind of aura she had doesn’t come easily.
It comes with love and respects for oneself, treating oneself as the most important person in the universe. She looked at me and smiled. The bus stopped at 10:48am. We had a 22 minute break from the bus to grab something to eat. We would be leaving at 12:10. I purchased a chicken and walnut salad, Karan got a Hawaiian pizza from Pizza Hut. We found a lonely bench and had our meal together. I told him fast food was not a healthy choice. His comment was sharp and simple. “Pizza is not a fast food; it takes half an hour to cook.” I was quiet. On the bus he told me his life story. What he was, what he has done and seen and today where he was heashishg. I was quite impressed by him. After a long conversation he asked me what had happened in the park.
We didn’t have much of a conversation in the park. It didn’t seem appropriate. We stayed silent most of the time. Her presence was enough to intoxicate me. I was getting her vibes. She would make statements like, “Oh! I love that bird.” Or “I love to be by the sea watching the sunset.” I would say, “me too.” Or “yes, that’s where the real beauty is”. After the sun had set she said she had to go, and thanked me for the company. I asked her for her name. She said, “You can call me Tejeswini.” I asked if she would like to meet again. She said, “I’m going to the beach tomorrow”.
I felt unwanted. “Meet me at Eddy Avenue, Central Station at 4:45pm tomorrow” she said. I tried hard not to make it obvious how excited I was, knowing I would see her again so soon. “See you at 4.45pm” I said. I watched her float through park and then board a bus. I left park shortly after her. At home instead of watching TV I played light classical Music from Harisprasad Chaurasia & Zakir Hussain – Possession. After dinner I read Zen Mind, Beginner’s Mind by Shunryu Suzuki and slept soundly. Next morning I got up early and went for my regular exercise. Friday, Saturday and Sunday I work from 9am to 3 pm in local computer shop. I sell computer parts and fix computers. It is a great way to learn and add experience. At work I was very calm and quiet. Usually, I’m full of energy making lots of movement for every small thing. Friday after lunch, I received a call from my cousin, he asked me to come to Melbourne. We have some domestic business to take care of and I had to be there by Monday morning. I booked a bus trip to Melbourne for the next day. I went sightseeing. Flying is quicker and efficient but I’m in no rush. I needed some time to myself too.
I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. As if my intestines were tied together. The bus was cruising through the bush. Not much to see other than vast brown, empty land. No sign of habitat. I looked at my watch; it was 1:33 pm. I had Chinese dumplings and octopus soup for dinner the night before. I felt the sea water, sea breeze and wet sand wasn’t agreeing with me. Nevertheless, I love beach and bitch loves me. My father used to say, “Chinese food, punjabi wife and Australian life”. I’m from the mountains; I’m not used to any beaches, let alone Australian beaches and Chinese food but, I’m well on my way to experiment his theory. My stomach was playing music of its own kind, I wanted to go to the restroom but I had to wait until the bus stopped. I tried not to think about the pain, but the pleasure I had last night.
I met Tejeswini at 4:45 pm. She was all geared and ready for Bondi beach. On her white thong, Red skirt and white open neck t-shirt she looked like Rambha and Menaka combined. She was carrying big black handbag. It was a beautiful afternoon. The sky was clear and the breeze was warm. 27 degree Celsius, I think. We took an express bus to the beach. As she bent down to get her wallet, I saw her boobs hidden behind black bra. My heart started to race. We got a vacant seat at the rear. She sat next to the window and I sat down next to her. She was quiet. I saw her hand and wanted to touch it, but I thought I should wait ‘til we reach the beach. There is a natural excuse to hold hands while walking along a beach but no reason to hold hands in a bus unless you are a couple, or kids or oldies. I told her I had to leave for Melbourne tomorrow morning, catching a bus from Eddy Avenue at 8am sharp. She didn’t seem to mind it much. She said OK, have a safe journey.
There was less traffic going to the beach at this odd hour. We reached Bondi fairly early. Beach was busy as visitors were leaving and locals were arriving for their evening walk and exercise. We found the spot and took she clothes off. I had never thought in my wildest dream I could see her in two pieces so soon. She looked stunning in her black bikini. She had everything in right amount and proportion. Her boobs were mango shaped and her bum was white, round and bulky. Her tummy was flat and her legs were strong. I followed her and took off my cloths. I had blue swimming costume. I could feel her eyes scanning me. I look lean and athletic. I have broad shoulder, strong arm and flat stomach. My legs are long and Muscular. She looked at me and smiled. We jumped into the water. The beach is not meant for swimming that is what the pool is for. The beach is to play in water and for surfing. She started to splash me with water and I splashed her back. We were teasing each other and laughing.
Like kids, we had lost sense of time, location and shame. When she lost her balance I held her and when I fell down she came to pick me up. We were getting physical and holding each other. In water land rules don’t apply. Everything gets fishy there. We played for about 15 mins. It was getting darker and colder. When we came to land she asked me if I would like to run. Running is my favourite exercise. I said sure. We ran together along the shore for almost 20 mins, slow but continuous pace. She surprised me by her stamina. People like to spend hundreds of dollars on perfect joggers; I think running in wet sand bare foot is better for your legs, back and your pocket. We were tired and we slowly started to walk. We held hands. Somewhere far in the horizon sun was setting. It reminded me of something a Nepali poet once said, “No one in this world raises for ever. Forget about others even Sun has to come down”.
She told me there was a spot behind the rocks silent and private with a great view. I followed her. We walked to the left hand side of the beach. There were big stones and rocks. We climbed the rocks and found the spot hidden from general public, can’t ask for more. We sat there in silence waiting for the sun to set. As we waited the sky transformed to a deep orange, and the sun slowly dived into the sea. Sunset is a divine phenomenon. So many painters, photographers and poets have tried to depict the beauty in their own way but yet, it amuses children and elderly alike. Oh! The complexion of twilight heaven, come you a day not once but seven.
Bring perennial blessings to me, as much as shivering water in an over flowing sea. We were blending more spiritually than physically. Sea breeze was hitting us hard. We were cold. She came close to me. I held her in my arms. No words were spoken. She looked at me. I looked into her dark eyes and saw nothing but love. I told to her, “Like sun dissolves into sea I want to dissolve in you. Take me in your life; I want to be a part of you.” She didn’t say a word but kissed me instead. We kissed for few minutes but for me it was a life time of achievements. Kissing her was sweeter than all the chocolate in the world. Her thin rosy lips, gentle tongue and sweet taste still linger in me. We hugged each other and slowly started to explore each other’s body. Her skin was as soft as cotton.
Earth became our bed and darkness became our blanket. We got involved in each other. There is pleasure in three things, eating flesh, watching flesh and touching flesh. Our bodies became one and our soul immersed. I lied down. She came over me and slowly and gently rubbed my body. I looked at her, she looked happy. She played with my hair and slightly touched my ears. I saw her tall body and wide open chest inviting me .Her left hands slipped down and touched my right nipples. Her head came down and rested on my heart. I felt the sensation on my stomach. Then I could feel her hands on my legs. I raised my left hand and slowly touched her face. I closed my eyes. My right hand was at her back, running through her spinal cord. I dropped my left hand and landed on her breast. Cold wind blew, every hair on our body stood up. She quickly lied next to me and grabbed me as if I was her blanket. I covered her body and kissed her to keep warm. She started kissing my body.
Slowly she took her bra off and undid my costume. I felt her hands going rigid, she held her breath and then she was soft and relaxed. She said I was great. I saw the sparks in her eyes. . I was busy hitting her and sea breeze was hitting me harder. My back was getting cold. I looked at her; she was smiling I withdraw and directed my warm white cum to her face. She opened her mouth and took everything, not a single drop was wasted. We stayed there for almost an hour. I have always wanted to make love out in the open, under open sky and above vast land. We look up at the stars and had a wondrous feeling. Millions of stars shining just for us, birds were adding music and there was fragrance in the breeze and before our eyes there was never ending horizon.
With Tejeswini there in my arms I thought I could stay there for eternity. In our life we get three types of hunger. Spiritual hunger seeks knowledge and teacher, emotional hunger seeks partner and sex, physical hunger seeks food and liquid. We were spiritually and emotionally full but physically we were starving. The bus started to slow down. I checked my watch, 1:57 pm. I looked around but there was no rest area in sight. I had to go. I was getting very uneasy. I thought I am about to explode. My face was turning red and I looked like I had been sucking on a lemon. Karan asked me what the problem was. I told him I had to go. He got up and went to speak to the driver. He returned shortly. He said the driver will stop the bus in an appropriate spot, sit tight.
After our intimate moments together Tejeswini took me to the Chinese restaurant. Tejeswini said, “This is the best and most authentic Chinese restaurant around.” It was well presented giving the impression of one being in Beijing. I’m not experienced with Chinese food so I let Tejeswini take the lead. She ordered deep fried pork and chive dumplings, baby octopus soup and combination chow mein. I was wondered if my father ever had Chinese the way I had, probably not. But, I can tell you on my own authority, Chinese is good whether it be girl or food. On our way back Tejeswini told me, if she comes to kiss me good bye tomorrow morning before the bus departs then her answer is yes. If she doesn’t come, then I know what to make of it. I thought fair enough.
I was holding the handkerchief; every time I touch it I feel I’m touching her. I was sizing my lips with her lips marks. The bus stopped. It was 2:03 pm. I got up. Everyone looked at me. The driver said, “Make it quick”. I said, “Sure, thank you, much appreciated”. I ran out. Looked around and found one spot. Deep and hidden from spying public eyes, I sat down and emptied my bowel. Nothing compares to the relaxation and refreshment you get after empting yourself. I wonder why no one has ever written about such an exorbitant sensation you get. For a moment the world stopped, time stopped. People say you get glimpse of God in Sex, when you are at your climax. Someone spoke for hours ‘from Sex to super consciousness’, I think same is true when you empty your bowel or urinate. It’s a pressure.
Releasing oneself from any kind of pressure gives relaxation and refreshment. I looked around there was no paper and no water. My moment of pleasure turned into horror. I felt my pants pocket, nothing but my wallet. My short pocket, top left hand side I felt something soft, like cotton. It was my handkerchief with Tejeswini’s mobile number and lip marks. I was in a dilemma, to wipe or not to wipe. I tried to memorize her number and then wiped my shit off. I got up, all dressed up and ready. I ran towards the bus. I looked at time, 2:07 pm. I boarded the bus. I saw everyone looking at me and smiling. I felt embarrassed, but you got to go when you got to go. I took my seat and looked puzzled. I had forgotten her number.
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