Andaman Trip That Changed All

Chapter 1: Passion Disrupted

Buzzing loudly the mobile phone disturbed room's deep silence. Sunita's back rose off the mattress, her breath trapped between a moan and a gasp. Deep between her legs, Amit's tongue licked her gently and purposefully as though he were relishing every flavor of her. Gripping her hips, his fingers held her open as he drew moist, scorching circles over her clit. Her hands were knotted in the bedsheet. Her legs shook.

"Amit... yes... don't stop," she groaned, her voice hoarse and desperate.

Teasing her entrance, his tongue dipped lower; then it slid back up, flicking against her swelled place with a pattern that coiled her body tight. She could feel the climax approaching--so close--rising from deep inside, about to burst. But just then, the phone buzzed once again. Noisy. Steadfast.

Amit moaned quietly and raised his head from between her legs, his lips still shining with her need.

"Damn," he murmured, looking at the screen. "Three o'clock in the morning. The Car has arrived".

Breathless, Sunita looked at him, her whole body still on the edge.

"What is it? You are now stopping?"

Wiping his mouth with the back of his hand, he bent in to kiss her inner thigh. He murmured into her skin,

"You want to finish?"

She nodded frantically. "Yes... please, just a little more."

But he gradually withdrew. His voice was low and playful.

Sunita, "No."

"Not as of now. Every single second--you will feel me inside you if you hold this climax all day. We will share this suffering. Then... I'll let it blow up tonight once we are back"

Grabbing his wrist, she cried.

"You are so cruel"

He grinned and pulled her underwear back up.

Chapter 2: The Fear of Being Watched

Stepping outside into the cold night air, a little mist hung low and the early morning calm was disturbed by the hum of the waiting car.

The driver greeted them, a late thirty around man with sharp features and a polite smile. "Good morning, sir, ma'am."

Opening the back door for them, he said, "I'm Shiva, your driver for today."

Amit nodded back. Shiva, good morning. He said, helping Sunita into the car, "Let's get moving."

The car appeared warm inside; the dashboard was softly shining in the usually dismal region. Covering everything, hiding everything, the outside darkness felt soothing. But inside the car, the air throbbed with heat.

"First time in the Andamans?" Shiva asked, glancing at them through the rearview mirror.

"Yes," Amit replied. "We're from Mumbai and needed a break from work."

"What do you do, sir?" Shiva inquired.

"I'm in real estate," Amit explained. "She handles interiors, while I manage operations."

Sunita sat at the door, her body tense and her mind divided. She tried to focus on the road ahead, the irregular bend, the pounding of tires vibrating against tarmac. But all she could feel was Amit's touch still echoing inside her, unfinished, unsolved, blazing like a secret she couldn't ignore. Now... his hand came back.

Once more it laid on her thigh. Familiar. Bold. Dangerous. Catching her breath, she grabbed his wrist.

"Amit", she whispered gently, her voice low.

He remained quiet. Just looked at her with the same annoying calm. Fingers slipping beneath the waistline, his hand moved up under her pantyline. He found the heat between her legs with exasperating simplicity. Sunita shivered, her neck vibrating with air.

"Not here, no", Not now. She gazed in the rearview mirror.

Shiva was gazing down the road.

Her legs stayed spread nonetheless. Amit's soft, consistent massage of her panty sent tingles up her spine. Her fingers once more gripped his wrist; this time, not with genuine effort. Inside her, feelings battled: humiliation, worry, and a rising wave of heat making her bite her lip.

What is the matter with me? she thought about Why does this look... good? Why am I still damp with him looking?

Amit's other hand slipped beneath her shirt. Sunita's stomach flitted. His fingers brushed her ribcage and then grasped her bra-covered breast. He circled his thumb leisurely. She shut her eyes.

"Please stop"But she whispered. Then came the tug--the deliberate, acute pull as he slid her bra down and her breast broke free in the faint light.

"Amit!" she said, seizing his arm.

He remarked, "It's still dark."

The chilly air caused her breast to harden. She was embarrassed everywhere. Yet, the agony between her legs became more acute. The outside forest began to fade into grey-blue tones.

She freaked out and tried to lower it. Amit grabbed her wrist.

Eyes wide, she looked at him pleadingly. "He'll see me..."

Amit leaned up close, his lips brushing her ear.

"Then maybe he will thank God for such a beautiful view."

Her throat became tight. A quick wave of shame flooded her chest. This is not correct. He is watching. Maybe. Maybe not. What if, however... And behind it all, a whisper of truth curled around her back:

"Sir, this stretch is especially tight. We will spend somewhat more time."

Amit answered without effort.

"Don't rush. Sometimes, moving slowly is more intense. Isn't that so?"

Burning cheeks, Sunita looked away. Her shirt stayed above her breast. Her body still in view. She glanced at the mirror again. Shiva's expression was still too silent.

Chapter 3: A Pause Before the Storm

The SUV was moving quietly through the fading morning mist as the first light cut across the forest.

"In about five minutes," Shiva said, "Sir, we will reach the Jarawa Reserve entry point."

The car came to a gentle stop at Jarawa Reserve entry point.

Shiva said, edging a little closer, "We'll wait here till 6:30. You might have some tea outside. There's a washroom just up ahead."

Sunita's uneasiness of evident. She could not change her posture. She could feel the fabric clinging to her breasts, one of which had been totally exposed only minutes before. Her bra's

position in body served more as a reminder that how far she had let things go.

Shiva, however, quietly opened the door and exited without comment. No lengthy gaze. No sideways look. Just silence. Respectful. Strangely aware. More than anything else, that made her skin tingle. She waited a second and then cautiously shifted her stance.

Pulling her bra back into place, straightening her kurti and running her fingers through her tangled hair. Amit's unfinished work still made her thighs ache. She emerged, head slightly down, and headed straight to the restroom. She locked the door and bent over the sink inside, gripping the edges tightly. She sprinkled cold water on her cheeks and tried to breathe. What is wrong with me? What is happening with me?

When she saw Amit back at the tea booth, he seemed totally relaxed--legs outstretched, cup of steaming tea in hand, like though this was some leisurely holiday. She sat across from him in silence. The air was filled with hot pakora smells, but she couldn't eat.

Without looking at him, she spoke in a soft, measured voice.

"Your actions in the car were embarrassing. "

Amit stayed steadfast. He drank his tea again as though she hadn't said anything shocking.

He only said, "It was lovely."

She turned to face him.

"You stripped me before someone else."

He gazed at her, his voice falling.

"You too did not stop me."

Frustration was evident on her face. Her "I meant to do so" she said.

He said, eyes fixed on hers, "But you didn't.......... You let it happen. You sighed-You trembled.-You liked it.

She bowed her head in embarrassment. She added softly, "Liking it doesn't make it right."

He leaned in a bit, his voice becoming more personal and softer.

"Maybe it implies that you are discovering something about yourself....... About what you go through when someone sees you... when you're touched and not totally hidden"

She said nothing. The saddest thing was that he was correct. She had trembled. Shiva's backward glance made her feel fire. Something odd and dark had awakened inside her. It scared her. It excited her. When they returned to the car, Shiva was already seated. He disregarded her.

Just reached back and opened the door with the same polite grace. She came softly. Amit followed next, closely following after. The convoy swiftly moved not the dense forest.

Everything within the car seems tight and breathless. Sunita sat motionless, staring at the trees. But Amit's hand again slipped across her thigh. With eyes wide, she turned to him. Ignoring her look, he merely grinned and let his fingers creep up. She opened her mouth but had nothing to say.

Shiva's voice broke the quiet then.

"Sir, remember this is a restricted area. There are cameras and patrols. We have to pass by and act appropriately."

His tone was soft, polite... but powerful. Amit gradually withdrew his hand, still smiling. Sunita's body began to relax somewhat with a deep breath as the tension's weight eased.

She disregarded Shiva. But, deep inside, she felt grateful. Grateful someone had set a limit when she could not.

As car moved more inside the forest nomadic people showed barefoot. They seemed unconcerned by the world she came from. Sunita watched them with quiet wonder.

She said, "They look so free." "So untouched," she whispered, almost to herself.

Yet she was the one who seemed naked. She however was the one who felt vulnerable. The vehicle stopped near Middle Strait Jetty. Shiva left always peaceful.

He said, "I'll wait here. Whenever you like, you can ferry back to Baratang Island. "

She was happy to be away from Shiva even if just for a bit.

On the boat, Amit came closer.

"You are really quiet" he said.

"I'm trying not to scream," she stated.

"Are you still furious? he joked, half-grinning.

"Of course I am," she shot back finally gazing at him.

"You showed me in front of another man." Amit's eyes glimmered.

"Shiva has to be thinking you didn't bring your wife... but a high-end Mumbai escort." Amit's grin widened.

He approached her ear. "Then I wish to spend with high class escort from Mumbai. No wife rules. Just pure, unabashed pleasure. "

Her body stiffened. The words hit her like heat against cold flesh. Her heart filled with shame, but so did something else. A pulse..... A moisture.

She closed her eyes, hating that the thought thrilled her. Disliking that the concept thrilled her, she closed her eyes. Much of the day spent among stunning surroundings--caves, mangroves, volcanoes--Sunita forgot the details. Her body grinned and moved; her mind... her body... stayed elsewhere. When they returned to the car, Amit looked over at her with a gradual stretch by nightfall.

"What a day indeed. Still, I have a feeling that tomorrow will be far more adventurous."

She stayed quiet. Just glared. Shiva opened the door. His face was impossible to read. But polite. Still calm. Sunita, nevertheless, felt it.

Amit, in the car, reached for her thigh again as if beginning an unfinished game. This time, however, she took hold of his wrist. She spoke gently.

"Amit, not at this time. I am done."

He came to a halt. Then grinned and reclined.

All right, he said. "Let's enjoy ride along the way. "

Jaw tight, she looked out the window. Though, in her mind, the journey was far from over.

Chapter 4: A Dangerous Lie

The car was moving back to the hotel along the quiet road. Though the day had been long, the worry still lingered in the air like fog.

Beside him, Sunita sat quietly looking out the window. Still, Amit's mind kept going back to what she had said on the ferry.

"Shiva has to be thinking you didn't bring your wife..." but instead a Mumbai high-end escort.

She had said it in fury. But then, the words raced through his head like a dirty fantasy. What if Shiva really believed that? What if he thought Sunita was... bought? The concept should not have thrilled him. But it did, in fact. Just considering it, his pants looked more snug.

The traffic up ahead suddenly came to a halt. Through the mist, a long line of parked cars shone red. Amit sighed. What now? He left the SUV. Shiva came later. Moving gently forward, they hoped to find what was blocking the way. One car had broken down. Not a serious problem.... Shiva remarked softly as they turned back.

Amit Sir..... May I speak? Amit gazed at him.

He nodded to carry on.

"Madam... she is one of a kind. Her stance........ Graceful....... Confident. Few women like that. "

Amit smiled slightly.

"You observed, correct?"

Shiva said, "She appeared beautiful even under... unpleasant circumstances."

After glancing at him, Amit rested against the car. Something wicked moved within of him. The words came before he could stop them.

"She is not my wife. " Shiva blinked.

"I beg your pardon, sir? ", Amit looked him directly in the eye.

"She isn't my wife. She is a top-notch escort. Originally from Mumbai. This trip is only for enjoyment."

Shiva stared with astonishment.

"She's... not really your wife?"

Amit said" No, Not really. My wife is at home. Sunita is just for pleasure".

Shiva looked down, unsure.

"But..... she didn't seem to be... "

Amit grinned and said, "That's why she's expensive. She knows how to perform. "

Shiva exhaled slowly.

"Now it makes sense... Earlier, when you showed her in the car... I could not understand why a spouse would behave thus. But if she is... "

Amit concurred. "Exactly. "

There was a pause. For a while, neither man spoke. Amit then asked softly,

"You looked, didn't you?"

Shiva was doubtful. "I... tried my hardest not to."

Amit chuckled. " I know, she is meant to be seen."

Shiva's voice dropped.

There in the fog stood two men, one lie, and a woman neither could forget. Soon the traffic changed. They returned to the SUV. Sunita was quiet, unaware of the fraud currently surrounding her name. She longed for Shiva's rearview mirror glance to linger and slow down. Amit? He sat back in his seat, smirking to himself. It had worked. He was now keen to see what would come next.