He
With the tide coming in, the sea was wild and exciting. But today, after seeing her coming out of the water in her wet salwar kameez, he had started feeling an excitement of a different kind. Ashamed at the tumescence fuelled by his own forbidden thoughts he had gone back into the sea. But that had given little respite. No matter how hard he tried, his growing hardness kept on rearing its head. He was almost in chest deep waters now and felt relieved that nobody could see what was happening to him.
"Shit!" He cursed himself. "How could he think of her like that?"
A wave caught him unawares and sent him reeling. He loved the feel of water all around him but today he felt a mild panic. As he surfaced again he looked around. There were shrieks and shout all around from joyous bathers. He kept on looking all around him.
"What am I searching for?" He wandered.
He knew it. "God, why am I doing this?" He covered his face with his hands. At least, he could obliterate himself from the rest of the world.
"It seems to be just out of control. No matter how hard I try the images keep coming back to me. How can I ever harbour such forbidden thought about her. It's like desiring your own daughter. God! Help me." He prayed.
Disgusted with himself, he started swimming deeper into the sea. Past the breaker line the sea was tranquil. He just kept on floating on his back. Far from the howling crowd, he felt relaxed. It was as if the sea was communicating with his soul. Immediately, he felt a stupor overcoming him. He closed his eyes enjoying the numbness.
His eyes closed shut – it started again. One by one the images started coming back. She was wading through the water back to the shore. He could see her from a distance. A tall and graceful figure walking towards him. Her wet clothes were sticking to her body and he could make out how she would look sans them. She came upto him running her hands through her wet hair.
Embarrassed, he looked away.
"Tired. Already?" She must be talking to him.
He looked up at her, shielding his eyes from the bright, but not unpleasant winter sun.
"No, just in for a break." He felt lump in his throat. Quickly, he turned his eyes back to the sea.
"God! That's an uninhibited exhibitionism." He thought.
"Brata is still in there. He is just like you...absolutely wild about the sea. Can go on for hours and hours. I love the sea too but not like you two. You sitting on the shore, that surprised me."
He looked up at her again. She was looking out into the sea, probably trying to locate her husband.
"No! Arun, no!" He could hear the voice of conscience. But he just couldn't desist himself from running his eyes over her body, so apparent in the clinging wet clothes. She had turned to get a better view into the sea and in the process had given him a better view. He had always thought her to be somewhat flat chested but now her breasts, though encased in the bra, appeared firm and shapely. The nipples were prominent even through the undergarment. Otherwise she had everything that a man would find desirable. A finely chiseled face with prominent cheek bones perched on a long neck. She was slim with high hips and long shapely legs. If only he could caress that magnificent body just for once.
"Just can't locate him." She said resignedly and turned back to him.
She had caught him by surprise and even though he quickly tore away his lustful gaze from her body it was not before she had noticed him watching her. But she said nothing. Picking up her towel from beside him, she wrapped it around herself and without even a word started walking towards the hotel.
Arun knew she had noticed him ogling her. She had responded by promptly distancing herself from him and protectively throwing the towel around her.
For a moment desire urged him to follow her. The elevator or their room...where he could embrace her without others knowing. However, sense prevailed upon him.
"Shit. How could I even think of her that way? I'm old enough to be her father." Arun wandered.
Dejected, Arun got up and went back to the sea. Floating on his back he was enjoying the tranquil sea. He started thinking about his work...the meeting of the Board of Directors that was just a month away.
"Shit!" He cursed himself. He was to retire in a couple of months and still he was so preoccupied with his office.
"I refuse to think of office while on vacation. It's time to relax" He resolved.
But the moment he closed his eyes, her sensual images started coming back. This time he did not fight the urge to recollect the way she looked in her wet clothes. After all he was a man and she a woman and physical attraction between the two sexes was absolutely natural, he started thinking. Of course, there are social laws and customs prohibiting a sexual relation between them but then laws and customs are made to be broken. So long as both wanted it, there's nothing that prevents them from getting into bed. That would involve taking a lot of precautions so that nobody else gets to know. Otherwise it will devastate the whole family...his sons, wife and even her. But then things can always be worked out. He was certainly not the only man on earth to develop carnal feelings for his daughter-in-law. In fact, its widespread enough to motivate authors like Alberto Moravia and Harold Robbins to write novels about it. Never in the past had he recognized the importance of paraplegics, the was he did today. This small and simple thing has effectively countered the muck usually associated with making love. No relationships were taboo any longer. It only required a will to break those imaginary mental restrictions.
"Oh God! If only she agrees." He prayed.
His hands gently started caressing his erection as he fantasized about what they could do together. There was a perfect fusion of reality and fantasy. He would take her into the sea and then start getting fresh with her. He could imagine her initial shock but soon he will have her excited enough that she will not be able to refuse his advances. Then he would take her back to their hotel room and get under the shower together. Gently he would soap her whole body, leaving no peaks and valleys untouched. By the time he would finish drying her with the towel, both of them would be excited enough and nothing, absolutely nothing could prevent them from enjoying the fruits of carnal pleasure. The first time will be normal sex, maybe doggy fashion. The variants will follow. In his excitement, he could think no longer. His erection was hard and huge now. As his fingers continued caressing his male hardness he came.
"Rupa, this is for you." He hissed, his secretion washed away by the sea.
She
She was sitting on the beach looking out into the sea. Suddenly the sea was not attracting her anymore. Her pulse hastened every time she tried to recollect memories of the morning. No doubt, he was behaving strange. She always knew him to be a straight person always exuberating confidence but today he appeared quite different. He seemed to be lost in his thoughts. At first, she had ignored it thinking that it had something to do with his office. But the way he had stared at her during their brief interlude at the beach was causing concerns. Stared at her?...who was she trying to kid? Ogling would have been a better description of the way he looked. She believed in her natural feminine instinct to be able to identify a man's intentions by the way he looked at her. Her instinct seldom failed her. Today, she fervently hoped that her instincts would fail. One thing for certain...something was going on in his mind. Her instincts warned her. The way he had stared at her left little to imagination.
He
At the lunch table, she looked even more alluring. She had put on a jeans and sleeveless vest and sat just opposite him. Arun was finding it difficult to keep his eyes off her. Every now and then he would look around to make sure that nobody was noticing him and then his sheepish eyes would be back on her. As his eyes wandered on her face, neck, arms and breasts his excitement mounted. A couple of times she had caught him looking at her but looking bewildered she had quickly shifted her gaze away. He could easily sense her uneasiness at being ogled by him.
Suddenly she pushed her plate away and got up.
"What's the matter?" His son Avinash asked.
"I feel too tired. I am going back to the room." She started walking out of the dining room.
Arun was finding if difficult to restrain himself.
The animal was encouraging him to go for her. "Go and grab her. She knows now."
With great effort Arun succeeded in warding off the animal.
At night, his excitement took away his sleep. He lay on the bed tossing from one side to the other.
"What's the matter?" Shiela had asked twice.
"Nothing in particular. I just can't sleep."
Lying in the dark, he went through his plans again and again. Tomorrow, they were to catch the early bus to Konark, spend the whole day there and then be back by the evening. He had to attract her to the sculptures and discuss them in intimate details. The rest would follow. But the first move would be to sit beside her in the bus. From then on he had to find the right opportunities.
"That won't be difficult." He thought before dosing off.
All of them
Next morning Arun sat on the sea facing corridor enjoying his morning cup of tea. Every now and then his wife Gita would come out of their room and henpeck him to get dressed. Arun didn't pay heed to her though, she always grew tense whenever they went out.
How would Gita know that he was in a different frame of mind today, he quipped. If she knew about his plans, hell will break loose.
Arun was too lost in his own thoughts to notice his younger son, Barun standing beside him.
"Baba, its time we left." He said aloud.
