The Hips of a Woman
It was still hours yet before Neshe was to arrive back in his home. Snama had her gift ready.
She took from her portfolio a sheet of her favourite writing paper, high quality and white. With a fine nibbed fountain pen and black ink, she wrote to Neshe an invitation to open her.
unwrap me,
find what you will.
Snama gently blew the ink dry, then folded the paper. With a whisper of a kiss she attached an invisible seal.
She asked one of the servants to please attach the note to Neshe's bathroom mirror.
It was done.
............They stood in the semi dark warmth of his den. Naked they were, face to face, his arm across her back, his one hand supporting her waist, the other hand plunged between her legs. She was arched trustingly back against his strong arm. Her left hand held his shoulder, her right his hip. Her head lolled back, her hair flowing down.
He had his mouth to her left breast, attached there, suckling with such enjoyment she was maternally pleased. His finger fucked into her, effortlessly, with a rythym mixed by hers as she rocked on his hand in time with the blue blue music infusing the room.
She swayed in his arm so relaxed by the complete sensuality of sound, scent,sight, and touch. She was aroused too, by the wonderful selfishness with which he was using her body. She reveled in his enjoyment of her and his talent at teasing her.
As he sucked her nipple she reached for his cock and held it, hard and weighty inside it's velvety skin.
Her hand moved on him with the same rythym as her sway. She became entranced. She could stay like this forever; nursing him, feeding his mouth with her energy, providing another dynamic by stroking his erection, and finally, completing the circuit, devouring his energy with the mouth of her womb.
Soon, she felt a familiar tingling, a rushing of nerves beneath her nipple in her breast. It was the rush of her stimulated milk glands. As he sucked her and fingered her more and more her relaxation built and a sweet little taste of milk did flow into his mouth.
A burning blush spread across her cheeks.
He was clearly surprised and sucked greedily with an intense excitement for a few frenetic moments. She stroked him while he fingered into her, passion rising to it's peak. She felt him build to an intense need, and before she knew it he had his hand on her shoulder and crashed her forcefully to her knees.
He held his cock..aiming it at her like a threat, ready to come. She reached backwards placing her hands on her heels, arching upward for him to target. She laid her head back submissively exposing her neck.
It was immediate. He came in hot uncontrolable spasms, moaning out and splashing her throat, her breasts...the nipples. She gasped in delight. He panted in exhaustion and relief. She looked up to him and he down to her..................
She smiled, and rubbed him gently into her skin to her own satisfaction.
Oh! If Neshe could see into her mind....
Seeded there in her private thoughts was a garden being planted by Neshe. Her dream flowering from so few words among so many..."even babyish if you will".
She sunk herself deeper into the pillows and covers of Neshe's bed. Against her naked skin she felt those same sheets that wrapped him in his unconcious. She slipped off into her thoughts and her mid-afternoon sleep resumed.
Snama awoke to the soft knocking at the door that was her five o'clock wake up call. Arising from the bed, she raised her hands over her head and arching her back, stretched the sleep from her body, her jaw straining against a yawn.
She drew up the sheets and remade the bed. Neshe was to arrive home in approximately one hour. Her heart beat faster at the prospect. He was not accustomed to arriving home to a woman. She wanted to be prepared, dressed, when he came through the door. Ready at his call. She felt this to be the style of the house, that all is clean, in place and ready for Neshe.
Clean. There was a word that suited him in more ways than one.
Naked still from her nap, Snama entered the inner sanctum of Neshe's bathroom. This was the place where his perfect grooming took place.
She gazed at the glass shelves that attached at either side of the mirror over his basin. Here were the items he chose to care for his body...simple personal items and products selected clearly for their practical or sensual efficiency not to satisfy egotistical needs. Neshe was simply confident.
In the center of the mirror...her note, affixed there before her own eyes. The sight of it caused a rush of something quite undefinable. Inviting Neshe to interpret her, openly...the thought caused her to shiver and tense though the room was warm.
She looked at the reflection of the flaming scroll she'd had hennaed on her hips, turning to see the back view, where the tips of the scroll turned curls around her brands then aimed to the center of her buttocks. What would he think?
Snama exhaled deeply and turned from the mirror. She walked to the shower, starting the water to moderate it's temperature. Below her feet the beautiful gleaming black marble floor risked spotting. She took a mat that hung at the edge of the tub and placed it outside the shower.
With her hand she reached in, tested the water and finding it comfortable stepped under Neshe's shower, feeling for the first time the stimulating sensation of the very water that cleansed him daily. She faced into the spray, leaning her head back and feeling the sharp points of water against her breasts, her nipples hardening in reaction.
The heat of the water stung the burns of her brands as if Neshe were there again branding her in five places at once. Gasping, she quickly reached and turned the water cooler to ease the pain.
She picked up his soap, held it up under the showerhead to wet it and then slicked it across her breasts, over her shoulders, down her arms, around her belly. The masculine scent of the soap pleased her and she inhaled it as it rose in the steam. She closed her eyes and sighed.
So calm, so private, so clean. She continued to smooth Neshe's soap over her body long beyond neccessity. She was sensualizing. This soap had been shaped from the repeated caressing of Neshe's skin. This soap had travelled places on Neshe that Snama longed to visit.
She did not dare to rub the bar between her legs. Instead, she lathered her hands and put the soap back where she had taken it from. With her hands, Snama cleansed her private areas thoroughly and then let the shower rain down and rinse her.
His shampoo was marked clearly "For Men" but this did not deter her from using it. After the standard "lather, rinse, repeat" she turned off the water and stepped from the shower.
She picked up a towel and bending so her hair would fall forward she wrapped it up tight. A second towel was used to dry her skin. When she was dried, she wrapped her body in the towel.
Before the basin again, she took his talc (!baby powder! she smiled) and dusted under her arms and breasts, between her legs and buttocks and on her toes and the soles of her feet.
She removed the towel from her hair and blew it partially dry with his high powered blow dryer.
Looking about the room, replacing anything she may have moved...even wiping the finger prints she left on his blow dryer...she knew the space was clean, things were in place, and all was ready for Neshe.
She dressed quickly into her day clothes and slipped out of Neshe's room, up the stairs to the guest room, where she would dress for the evening and await his call.
Snama's blue eyes tended to be accented by the colours of certain blues and greens. Knowing this, she had chosen her second and third sarrees in these tones. She had layed out on the bed the beautiful soft ocean blue/olive green silk,trimmed in gold.
The ring of the cell phone caught her half naked. First startled and then thrilled, knowing it was him, she lept onto the bed where she had tossed the phone. She rolled happily onto her back with a beaming smile as she heard the plans for the evening. She almost lost track of his words as she became enchanted in his charm. She remained so enchanted even after he had hung up the phone and took several seconds to realize she'd ought to get busy and dressed.
Well that calls for a slight change, she thought after the call. She had assumed they would be at home for dinner. What Neshe described was something more formal, and she therefore would dress in her most formal of the three sarree's, a fine silk of twilight blue.
At her neck, a medium gold chain with a pendant of sapphire surrounded by diamonds. At her ears, diamond studs, two in each ear. Her hair, swept up in a french roll and neatly pinned, stray trails of hair swept behind her ears.
Snama had perfumed as usual with her floral scent before dressing, but noticed now something different. She thought "I smell like India". She brought her forearm to her face and inhaled the scent from her skin and a warmth ran through her.
It was the scent of her, and the scent of Neshe. His soap,their talc, her perfume. She felt suddenly enveloped by him closed her eyes and inhaled again. Her thoughts were broken by a knock at the door.
She opened the door and was told by the servant that master's car was waiting out front. Snama wrapped the silk of the sarree about her shoulders, and with a heart beating for him, went down the stairs to meet Neshe.
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