She sat on the compound wall at the park her back turned to the sea and the beautiful, pastel sunset skies. She looked radiant in her bright red blouse and yellow sari. She sat facing the oval path on which evening walkers, weight watchers and health freaks would come to sweat away the hours, burning those unwanted calories walking the rounds. She had no problem with calories. She had a fair tan colour to her with long black hair rolled into a bun. Her breasts were small and noticeably firm. Her cleavage accentuated by the low line blouse and the palau of her sari which was wrapped just below her bosom and cleavage line and across one breast. She had a slim and curvaceous body with an accentuated bum.
She noticed me staring at her as I walked past and acknowledged me with a mischievous smile. Her sandals off her feet she swung her legs on the parapet where she sat in gay abandon. She obviously worked as a maid close by and had come here to enjoy the cool breeze and pass her free time. But today the crowd was less. The smell of dampened earth and impending rain had kept them away. The wind gushed through the trees and ominous clouds approached from the horizon like storm troopers ready to advance their condition. The energy was vibrant and electric, the monsoons were here.
As I passed by her again I smiled and she grinned back. She was immensely attractive in a natural kind of way with no make up. Her features were naturally beautiful and Indian. She was tying a band of mogras in her hair and their heady scent wafted in the strong south westerly monsoon breeze delighting my senses. I had walked another round and the crowd got less but she made no attempt to go. As I walked in her direction, the waves lashed the rocky shore line lining the air with a mist. The coconut palms bared their fruit like women with spread-eagled thighs. A few people seated got up to go. She opened her umbrella to stop herself from getting wet but the spray had beaten her to it and her blouse and sari was partially wet and clung to her body. She looked so sexy and I felt a stirring in my groin as I kept my gaze upon her and walked another round. I began to feel a stirring in my loins and quickened my pace hoping she would not leave.
This time around the rain came down with a stronger pelt and she got up to go when she noticed me approaching. She offered to share her umbrella and we ran together towards the shelter towards the middle of the park. I held onto her arm to stay under the umbrella and she didn't seem to mind and drew closer to me as she passed me the umbrella since I was taller. Just then the lights in the park went and we were plunged into darkness.
We reached the shelter panting and out of breath as the rain came down heavily. I looked around and noticed we were alone. The wind howled and hurled its fury at the trees rustling the branches and dusting up light debris, in the air. The rain poured thick from the skies like a satin curtain. I leaned against the pole of the shelter which was like a large concrete umbrella. The rain lashed at us from all sides thanks to a raging wind. We held onto each other tight as the thunder beat its mighty beats across the dark landscape. She held onto me as I tried to shield her with my body from the rain. Holding the umbrella I changed direction and put my arms around her and she turned away from me as her bum pressed against an aroused penis. My shorts were drenched with rain and my hard on was quite noticeable. I gasped as she wiggled her bum against me backing into me the slit of her arse which snuggled onto my penis.
I looked around again and we were completely alone, the inner and outer hedges of the park had concealed us well. The lack of lights made it almost pitch black. My one hand held her umbrella whilst the other was around her waist holding her tight against me. She breathed heavily as I smelled the flowers in her disheveled hair. My hand was around her waist, I moved it up slightly, lightly cupping her firm breast in my hand. She made no resistance to me and smiled. Encouraged, I moved my hand under her palau and squeezed her breast feeling her nipple harden at my touch through her blouse. She wore no bra. I caressed her nipple with my thumb and forefinger. The thin material was wet and clung to her breasts. You could just about see her beautiful breasts, her swelled nipples and their dark and taut aureoles. She heaved out a sigh and rubbed her bum harder against my rock hard penis. Her heat swelled through me as I am sure mine did through her.
