(continued from the previous part)
I can hear the rain lashing outside. A real harsh downpour.
There are also frequent flashes of lightning, followed by growling claps of thunder.
Where am I? What time is it?
I feel myself getting soaked, spray of rain splattering on my skin through the open window beside my bed.
I need to get up and shut it.
Everything is charcoal-black. I cannot make out anything.
Yet I feel glued to the bed I am lying on. It's as if I am immobilized and paralyzed. I cannot move an inch of myself.
I suddenly moan out loud.
Something soft and warm is trickling in my clit. It seems to be on fire. It feels damn pleasurable. I toss and turn. A small suckling sound catches my ears even in the midst of the pounding rain. I bite my lip in sexual hysteria, my body arching backwards. This wetness in my most sensitive spot is enough to push me to the edge. What the hell is happening with me?
I feel my familiar bedsheet covering myself. Shall I lift it up and see inside?
A strange and sensual excitement grips me. The slurping along my pussy continues without stopping.
I lift up the cover and peek inside. It is pitch dark.
I feel myself only in my sleeping top. My bottomwear seems to be pulled off. I sleep only in a pair of shorts without any panties. But they are not seen on me.
What are those?
I get a shock of my life when I suddenly see a pair of gleaming eyes looking up at me. They light up like torches, illuminating my shiny wet pubic area, and my bare legs. I notice a face, a pallid but hungry face which is dripping with saliva and my juices at its mouth.
Mini's face. I jump violently.
Its tongue is piercing my sex area like a million knives... white hot and slippery. I am wetting myself like anything, besides my bedsheet and that possessed glowing face. It is so weird that the feisty tongue keeps on munching loudly but the big brightened eyes stare unblinkingly right at me, as if following my orgasmic expressions, while I go an groaning and spurting out more and more cum fluid.
I shriek out loud, grasping my sheet firmly and and tearing it apart (in my head?)
Then I suddenly awake with a start.
It has been a ridiculous but delicious wet dream. I have imagined the whole thing. But it feels so agonizingly real...
I cup my face with my hands. A bright new morning greets me. The sunlight is pushing through the same window which I saw in my dream at the time of the storm and rain. Maybe it did rain last night. Or maybe it didn't.
My hands have stopped shaking. I take a few slow and deep breaths, and try to stable myself. I am in my familiar bed, my legs wrapped clumsily around the bedsheet which is almost falling off the bed and so is the mattress (did I thrash around wildly in my bed last night, I wonder)... but my shorts are intact, although clingy and sticky.
Perhaps I did touch myself. Imagining Mini. Imagining her naughty playfulness on my pussy.
I feel my nipples getting hard at the thought, and some mad butterflies fluttering in my tummy.
Sighing again, I get out of bed, and adjust the mattress in place, after dragging down the wet bedsheet. Thoughts emerge and cloud my mind and I get lost in them.
It is this week's Monday when I fled from Mini's house after someone rang the doorbell all of a sudden. I remember a crying Mini, disheveled and distraught, waving me goodbye from her window, as I gathered my clothes and bag in a flash, and rushed out in the back alley after climbing over a not-so-high compound wall.
I caught my breath hidden inside an abandoned alley, my whole body drenched in sweat. I was still so excited, and panting profusely. It had been such a breathtaking sexual overdrive. Mini's stark nudity, the crevasses and curves along her mature figure were pasted over my eyes. I was failing in my attempts to shut out those images. Was I really trying? Rather as a guilty pleasure, I was remembering them intensely, putting my mind and memory to full power, keeping out external ambient distractions with all my might.
I pleasured her, adored her, loved her... fiercely, aggressively. We both turned into raw and feral beings, having forgotten our surroundings. She resigned and admitted herself within me completely.
I pined for her, craved for her touches along my own body now. A painful thirst for lesbian sex, obsessive and carnal, which began eating up my insides. I understood I was lusting after her naked flesh.
I was so overcome, that I wanted to get naked and touch myself then and there. Just press my nakedness against the cold hard wall, and rub by erect tits on it. The filthiness and dirt were not a concern, instead appeared highly appealing to me.
However, I calmed myself, and the quickness of breath reduced a little. It was not a safe place. The alleyway was dark and dingy, and I could hear nearby footsteps and scampering of mice.
Shortly after, I broke into a run for home.
Coming back to the present, it seems that I was so occupied in the idea of Mini answering and reciprocating my desires, that I imagined that whole nightmarish episode. I don't know when I will see her again. I simply want to hold her tightly now, and lose ourselves profoundly in a faraway place of friendship, togetherness and companionship. We don't need anybody else. I just want her.
I need her.
I left her a message on Friday after reaching home. Past midnight, she replied that she is doing OK, and that they are going on a preplanned two-day trip to a popular tourist destination outside the city, (there were two festival holidays after Monday) and would be back on Wednesday night.
It is Thursday morning, and there is no further communication from her about whether they have returned. My message is still unread.
Is she in some kind of trouble?
I have no intention of going to work today, and so I take a sick leave. Especially after yesterday's dream, I am feeling extremely flustered and restless at the moment.
I just wish to see her. My eyes fill with tears remembering her face. My poor baby... where is she now? What is she doing? This unforgettable meeting on Monday has turned our lives around once again. I cannot sit still one second without knowing what condition she is in.
A couple of calls go unanswered also.
I spend an uneasy morning indoors, looking at my phone every now and then. I also find myself in an excitable state from time to time.
I busy myself, wash some clothes, clean the house, and change the bedsheet. After having a troubled lunch, I desperately decide to pay her a visit again. I feel really concerned and worried about what has happened to her. Has her husband found out about us? I feel sick with tension.
I am hanging the wet clothes on a line in my small balcony, just before leaving for Mini's house, when I notice something in the street below, and my heart does a back-flip.
It is her! Dressed in a blue sari, she is looking up at the houses, apparently searching for the particular address. She has found the correct street, but is in need of the right house number. My heart is hammering heavily, my throat getting dry. I compose myself and call out to her:
"Mini! Mini! Up Here!"
She looks up at me, her face breaking into a wide smile.
Welcoming her with open arms. I get a good look at her face. She is sweaty, having traveled a long way in the sun. She gives a thin smile, although I immediately catch her stricken facial features.
I take her hand and lead her to the small single sofa in my entrance room, while I place myself in a chair opposite her, after getting her a glass of water. (Mine is a tiny 1 BHK apartment.)