The Action by Peter Tonkin

Author:Peter Tonkin [Tonkin, Peter]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sharpe Books
Published: 2019-03-17T22:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight: The Outsiders

24 July-25 July

Guirat, NW IndiaNight of 24 July

“Don’t move. Not a muscle,” said Ram to Indira through clenched teeth, seeking to make the moment of their final ecstasy last as long as he could. Ram’s back was supported by the angle of the wall. Indira’s arms were wrapped tightly round his neck as his were tight round her waist, his hands on the cool, silken swells of her buttocks. He stood on both feet and she upon one, her right leg crooked around the top of his left thigh and hip. Only the strength of her arms and hip, and the rigid strength of his manhood, upon which she was ecstatically impaled, held her upright and they stood, entwined in the manner of the love-carvings of the great erotic friezes, in the comer of their bedroom. It was the night of their wedding day.

Ram had met Indira at Bombay University. A courtship had begun, followed the necessary forms, and ended today. Or was it yesterday? Ram would have looked at his watch but the movement might have ended the moment. They had travelled here to Guirat for the wedding because neither had any family and because Ram would begin his job as a Local Government official here in a few days. They were renting this room in a block of flats among the southern suburbs of Rajkot, but, like all youngsters, dreamed of greater things.

Indira moved again, compliant with his wishes but unsure whether she approved of this esoteric form of love play. “Be still just a little longer,” whispered Ram. His fingers traced the hollow of her spine up to the wings of her shoulder blades then back down to the full, slick swell of her magnificent buttocks.

It was nearly midnight. They had been making love languorously since sunset. They stood immobile for a little longer then Indira raised her face, almond eyes aglow, lips a little swollen with passion, and they began to kiss. The world shrank to the beating of their hearts, the heat of their bodies, the needs of their love. Ram felt Indira take control. Her belly rippled against his. Her tongue stabbed into his mouth. She closed upon him. He cried out, the sound trapped in the cave of their mouths.

The world lurched in the distance. The room shuddered. He threw out his hands, pressing back against the right-angled walls, to stop them falling. His head smashed back into the corner. Indira hurled against him, nails raking his back. Ram felt the rhythmic drive of his climax shake foundations in Karachi and Bombay, rip open the marshes in the Rann of Kutch, tumble the dizzy hills of Gir, tread like the left foot of Kali on Porbandar, Junagadh, Bavangar and Mahuva, hurling the very ocean over Bulsar and Surat. Three great convulsions then peace.

A little wind moved against their sated bodies, cooling, chilling. Ram opened his eyes and it was dark. Sometime during their climax the light had gone out. He looked up and saw the stars and the moon full and high.

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