Strong wind shaking trees and the sound of leaves ruffling was being heard inside as Bulbul watched outside her big glass window dreamily. She was wearing a baggy white t-shirt and cream coloured panties underneath. She pressed her forehead against the cool glass and blew hot breath on the glass fogging it, making it blurry. She wiped the fogginess of the glass clearing it with her hand only to make it blurry again. The glass was cold against her warm hand. She was staring out the window in the direction of the dancing trees but wasn't looking at anything, just staring at the open space almost in a trance. Her mind a little blank and the view didn't matter anymore, the blurry vision didn't matter and so did anything in her life.
The wind slowed a little and the sound of rain hitting the glass broke her stare. She looked around outside as the rain started pouring heavily, hitting the glass window making it look wet and a little foggy. Few drops were slowly sliding on the transparent glass as more and more drops started hitting it. She placed her hand on the window trying to feel the raindrops on her hand, trying to get her palm wet but couldn't.
She loved rain, getting wet in the rain, the feel of heavy raindrops hitting her skin felt relaxing and amazing to her. Her eyes watered up as they saw her faint reflection in the strong glass. She couldn't recognize herself, at what she had become. Such a mess now and not the pretty girl who was always paying so much attention to her looks. She saw her eyes, they were glassy and a tear fell from her eye onto her cheek leaving a wet trail all the way down. The tiny tear drop crashed on her dry lips. The second drop hit her nose as she tilted her head and started crying heavily watching the heavy rainfall.
She was tired due to lack of sleep & hadn't eaten anything in two days. She felt weak and miserable and her crying increased as the tears just kept falling. She looked like a disaster, her hair were dishelved as she hadn't giving them any attention in the past two days. Her face a mess, eyes swollen, cheeks covered in tears, nose flowing and lips dry.
She wanted to die, she just wanted the growing pain in her chest to end. The heaviness inside her chest felt unbearable but she was a strong person who wouldn't kill herself. She had tried a few times but just couldn't go through with it. Somewhere in her mind she knew she shouldn't do anything stupid because it wasn't worth it. But it just hurt so much knowing it and her body felt like it weighed a ton. She wanted to just collapse, just let go of this as she almost had broken down into a mess of emotions. She wanted some form of release to feel a little light. Anything to ease the burning sensation inside her and make her feel light again.
"There you are." Came a male voice from the entrance of the room.
She recognised the deep voice and turned her head. She saw Tajender standing there all wet and turned back to looking out the window. Inside she felt a little better looking at him as she had missed him a lot. Missed his presence, missed his smell, missed his touch and missed hearing him call out her name in a way that only he could do.
"I was looking for you," he said taking a step towards Bulbul & opened the buttons of his wet shirt slowly. Moving just a couple of feet towards her he threw his shirt away and unbuttoned his belt and jeans getting rid of the wet clothes and throwing them in a heap on the floor. It made a squishy sound as the wet clothes hit the cold hard floor along with splashing a few droplets of water around the mess.
"I know you're mad at me baby, but--"
"Please don't," she said softly, interrupting him.
He shook his head and looked at her as she was standing facing away from him. "You sound tired. Have you slept or eaten anything?"
She just shook her head in a no and turned her head to look at him. He was wearing a black baseball cap, his face was a little wet and few drops were visible on his well defined physique. The body which gets her juices flowing by just looking at it and somehow at this moment looking at him standing in front of him in just a black cap and black frenchie with his body wet, showing the definitions of his sculpted muscles was giving her that familiar response in her groin. He raised his hand in front of him wanting her to grab it and said,"come, lets go and get something to eat."
She didn't respond to it. She wasn't sure what to say or do with him so close to her, infront of her. His presence was making her even more weak then before but she had to stay strong. He went closer to her and grabbed her slim shoulders & placed his face in her dishelved hair and started rubbing her shoulders above the fabric of the loose t-shirt.
"You need a shower," he said rubbing her arms trying to make some conversation and get her talking to him.
She was a little better now, she always felt good when he was with her, when he touched her, when he made her HIS. But she needed to be strong and not let this slightly good feeling drift her away into a fantasyland.
"Why'd you do it?" she asked meekly.
He just kept rubbing her arms and then kissed her neck, the touch of his wet lips against her dry skin passed a small current inside her body. She had to take control coz she knew if she didn't do anything he will take her right here and right now.
"I'm hurting so much right now," she told him but he didn't respond to that and picked her up in his arms.
He looked in her glassy eyes and kept staring in those beautiful black eyes. She loved whenever he stared deep in her eyes, she felt special and desired and connected with him. He felt bad looking at her because he knew somehow he was the cause of this, he was the cause of her looking like such a mess. He felt pathetic but he knew how he could make her feel good. He always knew.
He started walking with her in his arms looking in her tears covered eyes and stopped at the bathroom door. He carefully opened it and went in. He slowly placed her down on the floor and looked at her she had closed her eyes. He started the shower and then grabbed the neck of her t-shirt & tore it apart from neck till down revealing her beautiful body.
She felt vulnerable now as she was naked except that spoiled panty she wore. He removed the shredded piece of cloth away from her body and threw it aside as he looked at her naked body, the body which always got him hard. The body which made his blood boil and made his cock hard. That firm tear shaped breast, that flat stomach, her smooth skin and those long toned legs.
Delicious.
"First I'm gonna clean you up and then we'll eat something," he said but she just didn't respond.
He pushed her under the flowing water of the shower and watched the hot water hitting her beautiful body making it wet and glistening. Her hair were soon wet and sticking to her face, neck and shoulders. She felt good as the warm water hit her body and started relaxing her. She wanted to let go of the stress, the thing bothering her and enjoy this moment with Tajender.
