After breakfast, when they were back in the car, the talk slowed and Sushmita moved her seat to a reclined position. Her eyes fell shut.
“A nap?” Harish asked.
“Naw, just relaxing, you know?”
He put the car in gear, they had some seventy kms to go before their destination and he heard her breathing grow steady as he turned onto the highway. Sushmita dozed but didn’t sleep, opening her eyes and sitting forward at turns and stops. After a while she found the steady soft vibration of the car arousing her. She opened her eyes just a crack. Harish had put on sunglasses and was driving with a steady, relaxed watchfulness. Now and then turning his head to look at passing attractions that she couldn’t see from her low position.
She reached out and put a hand on his thigh.
“Uh-oh,” he said. He glanced at her and grinned. “The animal is alive.”
“Just thinking,” she said. She stroked his thigh, her eyes were closed again, letting herself feel the coarse weave of his jeans.
“Dammit,” Harish said after a few more minutes, “my dick is going to break off.” He pushed himself up in the seat, reached down the front of his pants and changed things around.
Sushmita laughed, and when he sat down, she put her hand back in his lap. He was erect. His penis reaching up beneath his fly to his belt.
“Oooo, to bad we’re in the car,” she giggled.
He looked over at her, grinned and said, “You’ve played this game before?”
“What game?” She stroked and he pushed the hand away.
“You’re done,” he said. “It’s my turn. Take off the pantyhose.”
“Harish…” she said, sounding shocked. But she sat upright and looked out the car windows. They were alone on the rural highway.
“Come on chicken. Off with the pants.”
Sushmita looked at the speedometer. A steady sixty-five kms per hour. “You could kill us.”
“Nope, I’ve played before.”
“Mr. Experience, huh?”
“Come on. You’re bullshitting me, now off with the pants. Or live with the consequences.”
“Deep in your heart you’ll know I know that you were chicken.”
“Damn you, Harish!” she gasped and pushed herself off the seat, and with some difficulty, pulled off her pantyhose.
“Now the thingy,” he said.
“Thingy? You mean my thongy?”
“Whatever, take ’em off.”
Sushmita pushed herself up again and peeled off her thong.
“Here, I’ll take them,” Harish said. Without thinking, she handed them to him. He rolled down his window and tossed them out.
“Harish! For Christ’s sakes…” she was looking back down the highway where the thong had disappeared into a ditch.
“I’ll but you new ones.”
“Goddamn right you will,” she said.
“so now just lean back and close your eyes.” She looked at him and felt a blush crawling up her face.
“Come on,” he said.
Sushmita leaned back and his hand touched her thighs, the fingers just trailing along, from the joint of her hip to her knee, and back again. It was warm in the car and Sushmita felt the blood moving to her groin. Her mouth dropped open and the warmth continued to build.
“Oh, boy,” she said after a minute or so. “Boy…”
“Moan for me,” he said.
“Moan for me. One good moan and I’ll stop the car.”
She reached over and touched him. He felt huge under the jeans and she giggled. “I’ve got to stop this giggling,” she said lazily. She reached out again; then Harish hit the brake and she rocked forward.
“What?” she said, looking out the window.
“It’s a lookout point. We can see for a hundred kms or more.
“What?” Sushmita was breathing hard. The car rocked as Harish pulled onto a grass covered field. Sushmita pulled her skirt down.
“We can’t … not in public,” she protested.
Harish got out of the car and Sushmita followed on her side.
In the distance, across a fence, they could see a half dozen people looking over the edge of the cliff to better see the panoramic view.
“They must have climbed the fence,” he said…”Come on.”
He helped Sushmita climb over the lowest point of the fencing.
“Christ, this is the last time I wear a dress with you, Harish. I feel naked … you and you’re fucking games.
“You look good in that dress,” he said as they walked up a graveled path.
“You look terrific. And you look great without the thongy thing.”
They spent ten minutes with the other gawkers admiring the fantastic view, before heading back to the car.
Some of the others were settling down at nearby tables preparing to enjoy the view along with a lunch, or snack.
As they walked back toward the car, the wind picked up blowing Sushmita’s hair around her face. At the fence, she put one foot on the wire, and Harish caught her from behind and squeezed.
“One small kiss,” he said.
She turned and tipped up her face. The kiss started small and turned warmer, until they were dancing around slowly in the tall grass. She pushed him away after a moment and, breathing hard, looked down.
“These shoes … these heels, I’m going to twist an ankle.”
“All right. Let’s go.” He helped her over the fence, then followed. As they walked to the car, he slipped his arm around her waist.
“I’m still turned on from fooling around in the car,” he said.
“Hey, it’s only another fifty kms or so to the hotel and our meeting,” Sushmita said playfully.
“And two long meetings after that,” he said.
“Tough luck, Harish.”
He led her around the car, opened the passenger-side door, caught her by the arm, sat in the car and pulled her on top of him.
“What? With all these people around?”
“They can’t see us from where they are, most are still checking out the view. The others are eating lunch. Come on, face me!”
“Harish…” but she turned to face him.
“I don’t know how…”
“Just bend your knees up and sit, that’s good, that’s good.”
“The car’s too fucking small, Harish…
“You’re fine, just fine. Say, Sushmita, has anyone ever told you have the one of the finest asses in the western territory?”
Sushmita laughed at him. “It’s a State, not a territory, you idiot!”
She sat astride him, facing him, her knees apart, just enough room to move a half-dozen inches, and he began to rock, and she felt the morning’s play coalescing around her. Sushmita closed her eyes, and rocked, and rocked, and the orgasm gathered and flowed and washed over her. She came back only when she heard Harish say, “Oh, man, oh, man…”
“Harish?” Sushmita said and giggled then caught herself; she never, well almost never giggled, now she was giggling every fifteen minutes.
“I needed that,” he said He was sweating and his eyes looked distant and sated. The door was partway open, and Sushmita looked out the window, then pushed it open with her foot and eased out onto the grass, pulling her dress down. Harish followed awkwardly, zipped up, then leaned forward and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him and pushed against his chest. They swayed together for a moment, then he released her, looking dazed and half staggered around the car.
“We better get going, ‘ he said.
“Okay,” she said, getting into the car.
He stated the engine, found reverse gear and slowly backed out onto the roadway, watching for traffic. The road was empty, but Harish was preoccupied, so Sushmita saw them first.
“What are they doing?’ she asked.
“What?” he looked in the same direction she was. The people who had been eating at the picnic tables were lined up against the fence, facing them, repeatedly slapping their hands together.
Harish stared for a moment, perplexed, then caught it and threw back his head and laughed.
What,” asked Sushmita, still puzzled, looking at the long line of people strung along the fence.
“What are they doing?’
“They’re applauding,” Harish laughed.
“Oh, no! God, please no!” Sushmita said, her face flaming as they accelerated away. She looked back and after a moment added, “Well, they certainly got their money’s worth…”