chapter 5

5 As soon as Roy left Cara took my hand in hers and said, ‘Let’s go.’I held back and she got the hint; she released my hand and fell into step beside me. Neither of us said anything as we walked into the lift and went down to the parking lot. She was checking her phone all the time, smiling into it. I couldn’t quite believe that I was going to drive her home on the very first night that we met. This is a good thing, I told myself. It was a much better way to meet than if it had been in the office where there would have been no opportunity to do something as casual and intimate as this.I looked at her body again and let out a deep sigh. She must have felt my eyes on her because she glanced up from her phone and smiled at me.We got to the car. I went ahead and held the door open for her.‘Don’t worry, I am not used to this,’ she said, rubbing my back. I left the door and strode to my side.The lights in the car illuminated her legs and most of her thighs when her dress rode up as she sat down. She bent forward, giving me a good look at her cleavage, and removed her stilettos. My eyes were drawn to her pedicured feet, the toenails painted red. On her right ankle was a brightly coloured tattoo of a dragon.‘Do you have any music?’‘Yeah.’ I turned on the player. I had a Pink Floyd CD in the system. She fiddled with it until she found a track she liked and let it play.As I pulled out of the basement, it began to drizzle and slowly turned into a steady downpour. I loved driving in the rain and, echoing my thoughts, Cara said, ‘I love rain.’ We drove in relaxed silence, and I gradually began to speed, which usually happens when I am pleased about something. She was busy with her phone, so when I jumped the second light I wasn’t expecting her to notice.‘Where’s the fire?’ she asked, touching my thigh. ‘You want to get rid of me that badly, huh?’I smiled and slowed down.She laughed. She knew she’d made me feel like an idiot. ‘I am in the Aralias,’ she said, telling me where she lived.When we entered the apartment block it was still raining steadily. I pulled into the porch and she got out of the car.She leaned in and asked, ‘Do you want to come up for a drink? I know you would have stayed at the party for another if I hadn’t asked you to leave.’Without waiting for me to respond, she continued, ‘It’s just me at home. Come up, I know you want to.’At that moment a security guard came out of the building. ‘Can he leave the car here? He’s coming up to getsomething,’ she asked him.The guard nodded with the deference beautiful people seem to command, only marginally disapproving about the fact that she was carrying her shoes in her hand. I parked the car in the nearest vacant slot he pointed to, and followed her into the building. We rode the elevator in silence. Sixth floor, seventh floor, eighth floor, the voice-programmed lift kept announcing.‘That’s just annoying,’ she mumbled, pointing to the built-in speakers.We got off on the fourteenth floor and turned towards a door on the right. She got the key out of her clutch, unlocked the door and led me into a dark, quiet apartment. She didn’t switch on any lights and from what little I could see it was a very large space, European in design, minimalist yet tastefully appointed. Across the room was a wall made entirely of glass overlooking an empty golf course. I walked over to it, taking in the view of a large manicured course. In the pale light outside, and with the falling rain, the course looked beautiful.‘Thank God the lights aren’t on. I hate it when they play golf at night.’‘Does that happen often?’‘Yeah, must. I only moved in yesterday. It’s not direct light and we do have pretty good blinds but I still hate them, knowing there are people walking around late at night.’I didn’t quite get what she meant.‘What will you drink? I don’t have rum, but there’s vodka and whisky.’‘Vodka with ice will do.’She took out a tray of ice from the fridge, brought it to the kitchen counter and began to pour our drinks. I stood there staring at her silhouette, as she walked around. The lights in the apartment were still off, yet she continued functioning as if it was the most normal thing to do.When she came back and handed me my glass she smiled again. ‘Let’s go look at the rain,’ she said and walked past me, deeper into the dark, empty apartment.I followed her across the living room, past a bedroom on the right (the door was ajar), a closed door on the left and another right in front of us. She turned and led me into a room that was a walk-in closet and unlatched another door that opened to a terrace. I hadn’t ever been in a place like that; it felt surreal. I realized this one, like a few others, was jutting out of the building as if suspended in mid-air. It offered a never-ending view of the Aravallis. There were little lights on the floor and the rain was beating down gently.‘Wow,’ I exclaimed.‘This is now officially my favourite place on earth,’ Carasaid and, walking straight into the rain, she spread both her arms and began to dance.I stood there transfixed. Twirling amid the twinkling terrace lights, her bare, wet legs gleaming, Cara looked like an ice cube inside your drink. Something you desperately wanted inside your mouth, to roll your tongue around. I couldn’t take my eyes off her even when she saw me gawking, and when she smiled, a slow, dull ache began to gnaw at me. She continued dancing in the rain, moving like the tongue of a black fire. Her wet dress clung to her like second skin, accentuating every curve of her gorgeous body, begging to be peeled off. She was bathed in sparkling light. The dress, now wet, was almost transparent. I noticed she wasn’t wearing a bra. I had read somewhere that breasts were the perfect size if they fit within the rim of a champagne saucer and that made me smile – her breasts were beautiful and delectably large, and wouldn’t fit in any champagne glass.She motioned to me, asking me to join her.‘Maybe I should get out of this, I am completely wet.’ She looked me in the eye and pulled off her dress and stood there in the rain, in just her red panties.I couldn’t feign indifference any more, so I walked up close to her and said, ‘Cara.’She leaned towards me and I pulled her into my arms.I could taste the rain on her luscious lips and when I slid my hands down her back and squeezed her ass, she moaned. Kissing my way down her body to her navel I went on myknees and licked her along the edge of her panties. I felt her shiver for a delicious moment and then she yanked my head back up to her breasts, which I gladly took in my mouth, one by one. I rolled my tongue around her nipples, sucking and biting them lightly. She arched her body towards me and groaned.Suddenly she pulled away from me, whispering, ‘Wait,’ when I reached for her, and stepped out of her panties. I tore at my clothes in a hurry to get undressed and drew her back in my arms. With the rain gently beating down on us, we kissed hungrily before she knelt and took me in her mouth. I was afraid my head would explode and when she began sucking harder I couldn’t stand any more, my knees buckled and I slid to the floor. She crawled over to me on all fours and straddled me, taking me inside her, and began moving her hips in slow circles. With my eyes closed to shield them from the falling rain, I was intensely aware of every move she made, every wet slide up and down my throbbing shaft. I cupped her breasts in my palms and kneaded them. Moaning, she quickened her pace, and began riding me hard. I sat up and held her close as she continued riding me. All of a sudden she stiffened, leaned back and shuddered, squeezing a spine-shattering orgasm out of me in return.We sat there holding each other tight, letting the rain wash away our sweat. After what seemed a really long time, she stood up and walked into the apartment, leaving her dress and me lying on the wet floor.I got up after a while, gathered my clothes and started to follow her back into the apartment. My knees felt weak getting to the door and I had to lean on the wall for a bit. The apartment seemed even darker than when we had first entered. Feeling my way to the fridge I took a long drink of cold water and stood there for a while, trying to gather my thoughts. I was beginning to wonder where Cara was, when a door opened somewhere in the apartment. When I turned around I saw her walking towards me, naked. She came up close smelling fresh and lemony, and gave me a hug. I threw my arms around her and kissed her slowly, until I realized I was aroused again.‘Hmm, someone’s awake again,’ she said. ‘You are something,’ I replied.‘I know I am. And if you are wondering if I’ve jumped into the sack with someone on the first date, yes, I have.’‘I wasn’t thinking that,’ I replied, pushing her away from me so I could see her face. We were about the same height and she stared right into my eyes, saying, ‘I know you weren’t. But we haven’t even gone out on a date yet.’‘That’s true.’‘So when are you going to ask me out, you sick bastard?’ she asked, smiling.Grinning, I leaned forward and we kissed again. It was a wet one and her mouth was warm. She pulled back and said, ‘Come inside,’ and took me by the hand and led me into her bedroom.All I had time to notice was a large back-lit bed before she took my face in her hands, and commanded, ‘Okay, do me this time, slowly. I want to feel every bit of you.’She lay back on the bed and spread her legs open, inviting me. I knelt between them and began licking her.