Deepa answered the door and there stood her friend Sunita. She felt the joy that she always felt. This time however, she also felt trepidation. She had a million apprehensions- all focused on the lust that boiled over every time her friend met her father. This time she had plans to thwart any build up.
Sunita greeted Deepa with a hug. It might have been Deepa's imagination but it seemed to linger a little more and there seemed a lot more body contact. Particularly she felt Sunita's smaller breasts press firmly against her own larger mammaries. And was that her nipple or her pendant pressing into her flesh?
Shom hovered not too far behind his daughter, eager to catch an early glimpse of the succulent woman who had taken him on as a lover, even if occasionally. Ever since he heard of her impending arrival his state of arousal was unabated and unrestrained. After having masturbated hard at bed time he had awoken in the night several times to check the clock. It was in the wee hours of the morning that once again he masturbated to relieve himself. And now there she was the object of his fantasies -in flesh.
Sunita pushed past her friend who seemed reluctant to let her go. She stood on the tip of her toes to come up to the height of the large, older man. He was just taller, wider, broader and sturdier than any man she had been close with and that was not lost on petite Sunita as she reached up. Holding his shoulders she kissed the air by his ear and said, "Namaste baba! How are you?"
She didn't wait for an answer as she headed for the divan to throw herself there in a relaxed pose and ask for a cup of her favourite brew. Shom was still standing there thinking of other times when she had held his shoulders in that exact same way to prop herself up, only to sink on his waiting cock prone underneath.
He was hard under his dhoti at full mast again -- this time with more flow than before. He struggled to hide this from his daughter who was alert as ever and focused on preventing any situation which could turn to sex between the two.
Deepa invited Sunita to join her in the kitchen as they made tea. She had some shopping plans lined up for the day. The two women made tea and chatted about a variety topics including how Uncle Shom was doing. Deepa provided the barest of facts and a generally positive view of her father's progress. In doing so she totally de-emphasised any needs on her father's part. No, he didn't miss Ma that much anymore. He slept well. And seemed to be physically and emotionally self contained now -- Deepa lied to her.
The day wore on well to Deepa's satisfaction and all that remained to manage was bed time. For this, she had an excellent plan. They would all watch a movie sitting in the newly reorganised room of Uncle Shom's whereby nothing could go wrong. The movie would go on long enough and everyone would fall asleep.
That was her plan. It started off well enough with Deepa wrapping up the dinner table and kitchen along with Sunita. Sunita helped with everything. While serving dinner though, her hand did touch Shom's arm and each noted the other in subtle ways. The arm was firm and strong as ever reminiscent of their ability to wrap her in. She felt soft and inviting, reminding him of the way she melted around him.
Deepa led the way up the stairs to the room for the movie viewing. She had picked the movie; a 'safe' title which did not have any potential for titillation. That was a bit difficult because most Indian movies did have something raunchy either by way of dances or skimpily attired heroines. And then there were the new genre of movies featuring crimes of passion in which some searing hot lovemaking scenes were shown. Since nudity and outright sex were generally avoided in Indian cinema the outcome was in some cases far more sensuous; in other cases wildly suggestive. Deepa picked a careful title a family comedy drama.
When Sunita was sure that Deepa was unlikely to spot them, she hugged Uncle Shom's arm, the first sign of intimacy she was able to show since the morning. It caught Shom by surprise as he had given up a bit on any kind of closeness. His daughter seemed to be everywhere and Sunita did not appear to making things happen.
When they entered the room the seating plan was not lost on Sunita. Uncle Shom's easy chair was to one side. There were a couple of relaxing sofas for her and Deepa. But they were aligned differently from the easy chair. When Uncle Shom would recline, he would be somewhat behind the sofas -- not in line. That would separate him from the women and it would be as if they were in a separate space.
The physical spacing and alignment of the furniture was perfectly planned. For either Sunita or Shom to do something they would have to be blatant rather than subtle. That requirement had kept both of them in check and Deepa had no reason to believe it would not be the same in the evening. It had been the opposite on previous trips: Deepa's arrangements had made it possible for Sunita and Shom to be subtle in finding privacy. In that subtlety and privacy, Deepa had placed her bet on both finding opportunity to be free with each other: for that was her intention then -- that Sunita should comfort her grieving father in every possible way.
Suddenly, Deepa felt in control. She had managed to make their chemistry happen when she wanted. She seemed now to able to inhibit their passions when she wanted it that way.
That sense of control dissipated a little when the movie came on. The DVD store had made a mistake it appeared. The cover was something else; the movie inside was something else titled "Nishabd". As the scenes moved on Deepa relaxed a bit. The actors were Amitabh Bachchan an actor in his 60s and had other senior artistes. It seemed like an art movie with a typical family setting. It was slower than the fast-paced comedy she had hoped for. Just as she felt sleep come over her she was jolted awake by the scene on the TV.
