Tea and Spices (An Erotic Novel of Colonial India) (29 page)

 
“Gin and tonic?”

 
Gerald sighed. “Oh, never mind.” He waved his hand dismissingly. “Go draw me a bath.”

 
“Yes,
sahib
.” Kalindi hurried out of the kitchen and went down the hallway towards the bathroom.

 
Gerald strode to the sideboard and poured himself a drink. He took a long draught and closed his eyes with relief. The dust from this bloody country seemed to have permanently settled in his throat.

 
He went into the bathroom, his gaze going to the rounded curves of Kalindi’s buttocks as she leaned over the bathtub. His penis twitched in his trousers as he remembered what it felt like to grasp those buttocks in his hands while plunging deep inside her.

 
Kalindi straightened and turned, starting as she saw him standing behind her. “Oh,
sahib
, I did not know you were there.”

 
“Well, then, you’ll just have to wash my back, won’t you?” Gerald set his glass down and stripped off his tie and shirt.

 
Kalindi let out a small giggle and perched on the edge of the tub. “If I must,
sahib
.”

 
“Where is Rohan?”

 
“He has gone into town.”

 
“Good.” Gerald shed his trousers and climbed into the warm water, letting it soothe away the aches and tensions of the day.

 
With a contented sigh, he leaned his head against the side of the tub. Kalindi picked up the sponge and lathered it with soap, then began to rub it over his chest. She had a nice, soothing touch. She stroked the sponge downward towards his belly in slow circles before reaching his groin. Gerald’s prick was half-hard already, and it thickened within Kalindi’s grasp as she reached below the water’s surface to touch him.

 
Gerald let out a groan and closed his eyes. “Oh, yes. That feels good.”

 
Kalindi giggled again and began to stroke him, her warm fist enclosing him like a glove. The sensation of her touch and the water combined to create a wealth of sensations over his sensitive flesh. Kalindi’s fingers drifted down to stroke the tender skin underneath his prick, causing Gerald to buck his hips upward.

 
“That hurts you?” Kalindi asked.

 
“No, darling, that feels wonderful.”

 
Kalindi continued the delicious caress, causing Gerald’s arousal to intensify. He opened his eyes to look at her, feeling desire heat his blood at the sight of her flushed face and full breasts. He reached out and rubbed his fingers over her nipple through the cotton of her
sari
. The bud hardened underneath his touch and tented the thin fabric. An unbidden thought occurred to Gerald, causing a rush of excitement unlike any he had known before.

 
“Who is that girl who works in the kitchen with you?”

 
“You speak of Lota?”

 
“Yes. Where is she now?”

 
“In the kitchen.”

 
“Go fetch her and bring her into the bedroom. I think I’m in the mood for two women right now.”

 
Kalindi stared at him. “Oh,
sahib
, I—”

 
“Do it!” Gerald snapped.

 
“You are certain this is a good idea?” A spark flashed in Kalindi’s eyes.

 
“Oh, I’m certain.”

 
Kalindi giggled, dropped the sponge, and rushed out of the bathroom. Gerald climbed out of the tub and let the water drip in rivulets off his body. He grabbed a towel and dried himself, rubbing his hard cock. The rough towel felt exquisite against his erection. After wrapping the towel around his waist, he went into the bedroom and stretched out on the bed.

 
The two women entered the bedroom together. Kalindi’s eyes were bright with excitement as she stopped by the bed. Gerald let his gaze roam over Lota, thinking she wasn’t as pretty as Kalindi, but she had a nice, voluptuous body. She looked at him with a hint of trepidation.

 
Gerald reached out and cupped one of Kalindi’s breasts in his hand, flicking his thumb over her nipple.

 
“Take off your clothes,” he said, his voice thick with lust.

 
Kalindi moved away and stripped off her
sari
to reveal the curves of her body. Her black hair fell in sweeping waves over her shoulders and breasts, providing tantalizing glimpses of her nudity.

Gerald pressed his hand between her legs to feel the heat of her cunt. She could never hide her own arousal. Gerald toyed with the thick curls, then pressed a finger into her wet channel. Kalindi gasped with pleasure and steadied herself on the bedpost.

 
“Like that, do you?” Gerald murmured, thrusting his finger back and forth.

 
“Oh, yes,
sahib
, that is good.”

Gerald glanced at Lota, who was watching them with increasing hunger. He grasped his penis in his hand and stroked the shaft suggestively.

 
“Come here,” he invited. “I think you can do something with this.”

 
Fascination appeared in the Indian woman’s eyes as she approached him. She stripped off her
sari
to reveal her curvaceous body, then climbed on the bed next to him and reached out to touch him. She and Kalindi exchanged glances as the air around them thickened with lust.

Gerald drew in a breath, unable to believe that he actually had two women devoted to his pleasure. Lota began to stroke his cock, squeezing the shaft with just the right amount of pressure. Gerald leaned back and let himself enjoy the carnal pleasure.

 
He urged Kalindi onto the bed so that she straddled his shoulders, then he lifted her enough so that he could plunge his tongue into her cunt. Kalindi cried out with pleasure, her body swaying over his as Gerald licked up the salty droplets of her arousal and encouraged her pleasure.

The scent of her filled his nostrils with a potent stimulation that went straight to his groin, engorging his flesh even more. He swirled his tongue around Kalindi’s flesh until she bucked her hips and shrieked, her body vibrating so violently that Gerald had to clutch her waist to hold her still.

 
“Oh,
sahib
, how wonderful,” Kalindi gasped as she rolled off him. She looked at Lota, reaching out to kiss the woman with hot affection. The sight of them, their breasts pressing together, nipples touching, almost made Gerald spend right then and there. Only the thought of even more acute pleasures reined in his control.

 
He grasped his cock and gave Lota a meaningful look. “Well?”

 
She straddled his waist, her chest heaving with the force of her breath. Gerald clutched her hips and guided her over him. Slowly, he eased her down until her sex pressed against him. The mere sensation of her hot dampness sent a jolt of pure need through his body.

With a groan, he pushed her down harder, sliding into her cunt as her inner walls clenched around him. Lota gasped as he filled her. Her fingernails dug into his shoulders. Sweat broke out on Gerald’s chest as he tried to prevent himself from losing control too quickly.

 
“Now,” Gerald gritted. “Move.”

 
Lota moaned and started to move her body so that he slid in and out of her with increasing frenzy. Her breasts swayed in front of him so enticingly that Gerald pulled her forward and captured one nipple between his teeth. Pressure built in his loins as Lota continued her writhing movements.

Wet, slapping noises filled the air in tandem with their panting breaths. Kalindi insinuated herself between Gerald’s legs, bending to lick his testicles with her tongue as his cock slipped in and out of Lota’s cunt.

Unbelievable sensations built in Gerald’s lower body with the combined tight warmth of Lota and the moist licks of Kalindi’s tongue. Lota let out a cry suddenly, her body convulsing around him. The feeling of her vibrations and Kalindi’s ministrations sent Gerald over the edge. His body exploded with a rush of pleasure as he spilled himself into her.

 
Lota sank down onto the bed with harsh breaths. Kalindi draped herself over her friend, her hands moving with familiar ease over Lota’s body. Gerald closed his eyes as the last of the sensations ebbed away, thinking that this was an experience he would have to try again. Just imagine the possibilities of two women.

 
Turning his head, he looked at them and rubbed his hand over Kalindi’s back.

 
“Thank you both,” he said. “But my wife is due home, and I don’t think she would appreciate finding you both here.”

Giggling, Kalindi and Lota dressed quickly in their
saris
and hurried back to the kitchen. Gerald went back to finish his bath in the tepid water. He dressed in a clean pair of trousers and shirt, then returned to the sitting room and refilled his glass with gin and tonic. He felt good now, incredibly sated thanks to the two women, and loose from the effects of the alcohol.

 
He added more gin to the glass and caught sight of the dining table. One end of it was covered with Devora’s drawings and sketchpads, not to mention a number of paints and pencils. Gerald went to the table and opened one of the sketchpads. Devora certainly had been busy with her hobby, he thought, as he examined the numerous drawings. She did have an eye for detail, though. Perhaps too much detail. Some of the drawings were very explicitly erotic.

 
Gerald frowned. Where on earth had she seen sculptures like these? As far as he knew, the only temples with that kind of pornography were the Khajuraho temples. And he had expressly forbade her from going there.

 
Setting his glass down, Gerald began to look at the drawings and paintings more closely. Devora never shared her work with him, and he’d never asked to see it. He had always considered her art to be her own little, distracting hobby. As a result, he hadn’t paid much attention to it.

He realized now that she was quite talented, although he couldn’t believe some of the subject she had chosen. Sculptures of men and women fucking in all manner of positions, even upside down.

Where in the love of God had Devora been exposed to this? It was one thing for him to engage in rather outrageous carnal activities, but it certainly wasn’t appropriate for a British woman to even be aware of them.

 
Gerald flipped over the thick page of a sketchpad, only to be met with an image of Rohan’s face. Gerald frowned. Now Devora was sketching the servants? He lifted the drawing to the light and examined it closely.

She was undoubtedly talented. She had captured Rohan’s likeness perfectly, right down to the man’s enigmatic expression. He put the pad down and went to the dozen canvases that sat stacked against the wall. The first was a finished painting of a local, Hindu temple, and the second was a half-finished painting of one of those voluptuous female statues.

 
The third painting gave Gerald pause. He looked at the painted likeness of Rohan’s face, thinking it was quite different from the inexpressive drawing. The painting showed the man with a passionate, almost hot countenance, one edged with more than a hint of lust.

 
When in the love of God had Rohan ever looked like that? Could Devora simply be creating such a look out of her imagination? It didn’t make much sense, particularly given Rohan’s stolidity. Gerald let the other canvases fall back into place. Something wasn’t right. He knew it as surely as he knew that his relationship with Devora had endured several cracks since she arrived in India.

 
“Kalindi!” Gerald barked.

 
She scurried out of the kitchen and came to him. “Yes,
sahib
?”

 
Gerald was in no mood to phrase his question delicately. “What do you know about the
memsahib
and Rohan?”

 
Kalindi looked startled. “I am begging your pardon?”

 
“I said, what do you know about them?” Gerald repeated.

 
“Oh, they have argued frequently. Rohan did not want the
memsahib
to go with the maharaja, but she went anyway. He found her to be most uncooperative.”

 
“I know that. What else?”

 
An uncomfortable expression crossed Kalindi’s face. Gerald smiled grimly. Just as she could never hide her physical arousal, Kalindi had always had a difficult time concealing what she was thinking.

 
“Go on, Kalindi. What else?”

 
Kalindi twisted her hands together. Dismay lit in her brown eyes. “Oh,
sahib
, I do not know anything.”

 
Gerald swallowed some gin and took a breath. “Kalindi, do you like working here?”

 
“Oh, yes! I like it very much. You and the
memsahib
are very kind.”