Raindrops

He felt her top to bottom with his eyes. He was carrying two mugs of hot coffee in his hand. With her eyes closed, she held the railings of the balcony facing upwards at the sky and enjoying the mild drizzle. The raindrops fell on her face, her lips, her neck. She was enjoying getting wet. She opened her mouth to allow a few raindrops fall on her tongue, and then she licked her lips erotically.

It was a sight of pleasure watching her enjoying the rain like a kid licking the drops, and at the same time, she stirred a raw desire in him.

He stopped his mind from further imagination and placing the coffee mugs on the small table in the drawing-room, he went out to her and implored her to come inside the house.

She smiled and cajoled not moving an inch. But she must come inside. He could not risk the neighbours spotting her on his balcony. Finally, she agreed. He locked the door after her and handed over the cup of coffee to her. She sipped the coffee and played with that sensuous tongue of hers. She rolled her tongue around her lips and the philtrum wiping the moustache the coffee had formed.

He watched her intently, deliberating his marriage vows in his mind while the desire to have her engulfed him. He wanted this - a wild night, a blind date. It was not that he did not love his wife. But he was attracted to this beautiful, sexy girl whom he had met a couple of hours back at a party.

He kissed her, the taste of coffee amplified a thousand times in his mouth, the warmth of her lips made him cold. He bit her lower lip and the light moan that escaped her lips aroused him further.

Beep....beeep.....beep

His mobile phone growled. He ignored. Another beep. Ignored. Again it rang.

Irritated he picked up and said hello.

It was his wife. His brother-in-law had met with an accident, and he was summoned to the hospital.

Coffee kisses were suspended. He dropped his wild date at her house and drove in the wild, mad night to the hospital where his brother-in-law was admitted. He wondered many a time, if it weren't for the phone call, it would have been one wild night to remember for life.

A few days later, a rumour sparked in the office - a colleague was terminated from his employment because he tested positive for AIDS. No one knew how he contracted AIDS. Everyone had their theories. But it was definite that something happened at the party. All the evidence pointed at her - the woman who drank the coffee he had made, the woman who licked the raindrops in his balcony.

That night he came home, poured a glass of whiskey and standing in the balcony, his mind deliberated on the various consequences of that wild date night a few days ago. He had escaped very narrowly. A phone call from his wife saved him.

A mild drizzle had started, and he looked up at the sky. Raindrops on his face, he opened his mouth and let the raindrops fall on his tongue. He felt a hand up his shoulder - his wife. She laughed at what he was doing, and she too joined him. They licked the raindrops from each other's cheeks and lips and face blowing soft kisses and caressing each other's cheeks.

He carried her to the bedroom closing the door of the balcony behind him, and letting the half-drunk glass of whiskey to fill with raindrops.