The flower duet

Kavi in DC

Sunday... the last hurrah before a week of, "NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" is you are anything like me. But that was not the case for Sunday last week. That day left me in a mood of "head in the clouds" all week.

Ok Ok Ok! I will share.

Kavita was visiting the U.S. for the first time and she was on a tour, so she had only the weekend to spend with me. She and I are ... how can I say ... fire and ice. We cannot live with each other, but we cannot live without each other for too long. (Too long for us is once every six months, because that is my frequency of travel to India)

We see each other, spend several hours dancing around the subject, then one of us is eventually tired of all the games and initiates a kiss and we devolve into desperate and messy sex. EVERY. TIME. but we only meet for a night every six months. She has her life to live and I mine.

So when she said she was coming to the U.S. and had an entire weekend to spend with me, I did not know how to react. Any ways, she came. Saturday I picked her from her hotel at lunch time, we went out behaved civil. We had lunch at a diner in D.C. that is normally the hang out for hipsters. We both like hipsters. We eyed the bar girl, discussed what each of us wanted to do with her, played with each others fingers. Then got up and left.

We went to the movies next, where there was some heavy petting in the darkness on the last corner seats. Nothing too serious. Just you know, I was stroking her inner thigh, under her skirt; she had her hand around my shoulders and was gently massaging my left breast. Occasionally, I would lay my head on her shoulder and just grab her breast. She would nibble at my ear when I was watching the screen. All while discussing what was going on on the screen.

It was 7pm by then. She was tired and wanted to sleep so we went home. This was an unusual getting together for us, because we have never been so handsy with each other, nor have we spend so much time together doing things.

Anyways, we got home and she went to sleep in my bed. It was too early for me, so I sat down to watch another movie and do some work. I went to be at about 1am. I was threadless when I got under the sheets. That is how I normally sleep. Once under, I realized so was she! Plus since she was in an unfamiliar bed with an unfamiliar body next to her, she was awake as soon as my cold hands touched her back. She turned to me and we made seriously weird tender love. I mean who does that! Both of us slept entangled that night.

We awoke together at about 8am. I was about to get out of bed and she held my hand, "Please don't wear anything today." I smiled and got moving. I finished with my morning ablutions, when I came out of the bathroom she was sitting in bed, watching me. Her body uncovered and naked. FUCK! She was beautiful. I went to her, grabbed a breast and kneaded it while speaking with her, "Would you like pancakes and eggs for breakfast?" She smiled and nodded and I left.

I was at the sink, wearing my apron, when she came from behind and pressed her body against mine, one hand snaked under my apron to a free breast and started to knead it, the other cold hand reached between my legs and began massaging my clitoris. She moan-spoke into my ear, "I love the smell of what ever it is you said you were making. I cannot wait to eat..." She bit my neck gently and walked away. She sat at the dining table behind me, I turned to see her. She sat, legs crossed, one had over the back of the chair, the other over the table, giving me a view of her beautiful torso. A slow smile on her face. "I am hungry."

I could feel her hungry eyes on me as I moved about preparing our plates. I took the food to the table and sat opposite her. "Please remove your apron." I obliged. She took in air through her teeth as I sat, my breasts waving about. She shoved a foot between my legs. I opened for her foot and did the same to her. I used my big toe to play with her, while she just caressed my inner thighs with her sole.