Not only did I challenge myself to fit in today’s Wank Wednesday prompt which is #flight and the Silver Flash prompt which is “Which one do you like best?” I decided to wrap it all up in a Bollywood theme since it is Silver Screen Dream release week! I’ve even written the sotry with the help of Laura and Raul, the stars of my Bollywood release.
We could have flown back to London by Djinn, it would have been pretty much instant but I insisted on a flight from Mumbai to London in a proper aeroplane because transportation via Djinn gives me a really horrid headache. It felt weird being back home but not working. I spent the first day of Rahul being on set packing up the contents of my flat, it didn’t take long and I had everything ready to be taken home with Rahul.
See, I even thought of Mumbai as home. I’d only been there a matter of days but I had loved it and I’d been with the man I loved, that made all the difference I think. The next day Rahul took me onto the set with him.
“I can’t promise to keep you occupied all day my love, I have a lot of scenes to shoot, but you can feel free to wander around and I will come back to you later.”
“Is that a promise? I asked, entwining him in my embrace?
“Oh yes, Janeman, a promise indeed.” He kissed me deeply, gently and thoroughly before disappearing off into a world of Bollywood.
I was good for all of five minutes then I wandered off. I wandered through corridors and around the backs of elaborate sets, the wooden posts and boards belittling the amazing sights behind them. I found Rahul and the crew of his latest movie, Janoon and watched the filming for a while but it wasn’t the thrill I thought it would be. I found seeing my man clasping a woman shaped like an Indian goddess (and not an ugly animal headed one) a little hard to handle.
So I continued to wander. I tried to get into the costume store but a scary woman with fluffy hair and huge earrings shooed me away. So I sat in Rahul’s trailer playing games on his whizzy whizzy tablet thing (I am technologically incompetent) for a few hours then ventured forth again. It was quieter out and I realised everyone was off eating. I wasn’t hungry, I’d been snacking and nibbling as I shot at things on a screen so I headed for the costumes…again. I was in luck, the room was empty so I ducked it. It was glorious, I was surrounded by beautiful things. Head dresses, veils and multi coloured saris surrounded me and I didn’t know which way to look next. I had just picked up two beautiful articles when the door swung open. I jumped in guilt until I saw it was Rahul. He smiled then locked the door behind him.
“Which one do you like better, the red or the gold?” I asked, showing one then the other.
“I think the red would suit your beautiful pale skin.” He purred.
“Hmm, how do you put one of these on?” I asked, showing my ignorance.
“Take your clothes off and I will show you.” He smirked. I am pretty sure it wasn’t a necessary step but to please the gorgeous Bollywood star before me I stripped.
It was a little nerve wracking even though Rahul had seen me naked before. He’d been in the presence of perfect slim-line beauties all day, I was a little self-conscious of my curves.
His lustful gaze and then his fingers tracing along my bare skin made me forget my insecurities.
“Everything off, Laura,” he whispered as he stood behind me then kissed my neck. His hands swept down my arms then came up to the small of my back to unclip my bra.
“These too,” he said after throwing off the bra and gently stroking down my breasts to my hips.He pulled down on my knickers and left me completely naked. I had forgotten the sari and spun round to face him, to kiss him properly. His touch was the perfect distraction.
“The red,” he said pulling away a little to catch his breath. He picked up the light shimmery fabric from where it landed on the floor. He found one end and got me to hold it at my waist. He wound the cool silk around me, its softness brushing my skin and exciting me with the contrast to his warm hard fingers which wasn’t the only hard thing about Rahul, I could feel his cock pushing against my arse as he brought the material higher then draped it over my head. I’m not sure I was authentically bound but as Rahul was busy digging his hands into my folds to stroke my flesh I didn’t seem to mind.
“I was right. The red looks beautiful on you, makes you look like a tropical bird about to take flight.”
“You’re terribly poetic,” I sighed.
“You read enough Bollywood scripts, you get a taste for the poetic,” he smiled. I can never get enough of his kisses. His lips seared across mine like the heat of an Arabian dessert, I caught fire inside and did not care. I wanted more of him. I wanted him to fuck me then and there.
KNOCK! KNOCK! KNOCK!
“Shit, Carol’s back.” Rahul pulled away, “just follow me out, keep your head down.” I am not sure Carol was completely convinced by Rahul’s explanation but his charm left her smiling and us sighing with relief. “Go back to my trailer, sweetheart. I will follow you.” “Rahul-” “Go,” He cut me off, “I’ll be quick, I promise. And stay in that Sari, I want to pull you out of it later.”
This is all I could give you within the Silver Flash limit of 1000 words but never fear, I’m going to extend this baby and make it available to you all as a free read so stay tuned!
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