It was a dark and Stomy Night

Authors Note. The age of consent in England is 16 for both boys and girls, although marriage can only be with the parents consent until they are eighteen years of age.

Yes it really was a dark and stormy Friday night, and I was driving home to my apartment glad to have the weekend ahead of me after a grueling week at the Bank. My mother was away on a world tour with her sister, and I was home alone and looking after myself. I knew that the house would be warm and I the thought of a quiet evening in front of the TV after a nice hot meal was wonderful.

My girl friend Tracy of two years was also away with her parents for a month in Ibiza. It was a long term platonic relationship, that I sensed was going nowhere. We dated regularly, I would take her home, I would kiss her goodnight and then I would go home. It was only on a few casual dates with other women where I managed to get a more amorous partner. I knew that Tracy also dated other men but that did not bother me.

On Saturday I was planning to go to the local football match and having a few pints afterwards in the pub with my mates. I was nearly home, and the rain showed no sign of easing, and I decided to stop at the local newsagent as usual and get an evening newspaper. I made a quick dash from the car without locking it and into the newsagents. As usual Mr. Ranjit Singh was serving customers but tonight he was looking less than his usual charming self.

I just could not resist asking. “What is the matter Mr. Singh”?

“Oh deary me Mr. Nash, its my daughter Reeta. She is a big problem, her mother and I have found her a nice young man back in the Punjab, for her to marry and he comes from a good family, and he has some money and a nice house but she refuses to have anything to do with him. I just don’t know what we are going to do with her.”

“Let her find her own husband then. She is a lovely girl and she is a sensible girl” I said not being very sympathetic at all to arranged marriages. At the same time I could imagine the scene when Reeta had turned the proposal down. Reeta was a cracker by any meaning of the world, with a strong will of her own . She had inherited the best physical features of both parents and from somewhere she had found a very strong vivacious personality. She was about 5’7” tall, slim with a lovely brown Indian complexion and with lovely brown flashing eyes. I had dated her a couple of times and thoroughly enjoyed her company. In fact I had always thought Reeta would be just the girl for me, but I knew that the Indian community tended to keep marriages within their own religion or sect.

“But she is only fifteen isn’t she ? I asked Mr. Singh.

“She was 18 yesterday and that is almost too old for a good Seikh girl to marry.”

“Well she is old enough to marry by English Law and you are now living in England Mr. Singh.”

“That is true Mr. Nash, but we are still Indian Seikh’s and we must live by our traditional customs.”

“Oh well Mr. Singh perhaps Reeta is more western than Seikh now. I wish you luck, but many young people from India are now adopting European habits where marriage and courtship are concerned.”
As I spoke I took my evening paper and wished the troubled Mr. Singh goodnight.”

I dashed to my car and jumped in quickly to get away from the rain . Within seconds I was moving again. I lived only about 150 yards from the newsagents so I was quickly home. Suddenly something caught my attention and looking in the rear view mirror I saw a very damp Reeta Singh sitting in the back seat. “Can I come in with you and have a chat Tony please? Reeta asked.

“Reeta this is not on, what will your parents say?”

“If you won’t listen to me Tony I will run away from home. I heard you talking to Papa in the shop and you seemed to be sympathising with me. Oh please help me.”

Realising that she was not far from home, and liking Reeta a lot I thought there can be no harm in listening to her. So I said. “Come on in then”

Inside my home Reeta shucked her coat and I fetched her a towel to dry her hair. Looking at her I realised just how beautiful she was. It was hard for a stranger to know her real age, because she looked so young. When we had dated I had been the perfect gentleman, and we had enjoyed ourselves and I had always seen her home safely afterwards, knowing that she was only fifteen.

I made some Tea and Reeta sat in an armchair and watched me, not speaking, although I sensed she was very upset. When I had made the tea and had given her a cup. Reeta suddenly stood up and pulled a photo from her pocket and passed me a snapshot of a Seikh man. She stood over me with one hand on each arm of the chair as we looked at the photo together. In the photo the man looked to be about 50 years old but quite neat and tidy.
“What is wrong with him?” I asked.
“He is a carpenter back in the Punjab, he is old and I have never met him. I want to choose my own husband, like you do here in England. I want a man I know who I can love and who I know can love me”

“Must he be a Seikh?” I asked.

“Yes preferably, but he could be English and eventually my parents would probably come to accept him. I do have someone I can love in mind here in England“
“Do I know him?” I asked.
“Yes Tony - you know him well. Its you.”
“How can I marry you Reeta?”
“I know you have a sort of girl friend.” Reeta said.
“ Yes that is true, but we will never marry.”
“So you are free to marry me then Tony?“
The suggestion took me a bit by surprise and the trouble is that sometimes I am a bit slow on the uptake. Suddenly I found that she was on my lap and in my arms, and kissing me passionately on the lips. Suddenly she broke the kiss.
” Now Tony do you see how I can make you a good wife, and I know that you like me and will soon get to love me ?” She asked quietly.
“You really mean me?”
“Yes Tony I have always had a crush on you, and when we dated you were always the perfect gentleman.”
Then her lips mashed down on to mine again as her warm young warm body clung to me. Suddenly the though of marriage to Reeta seemed not quite as outrageous as I had first thought .

Her arms embraced me, her head lay on my chest as she pressed her body against mine. Slowly, getting up my courage. I said but marriage is about much more than just kissing and dating. It‘s about true love and bringing children into the world and looking after each other.

Suddenly she had grasped my hand and had placed it on her wet warm pussy --and there it was nesting in my hand, it was an obvious invitation to more than a kiss, unconsciously my finger gently probed her pussy it was hot, moist and slippery. Then I realised that she had unzipped my pants and had started stroking my erection with a tenderness that was a little surprising . My cock felt twice as hard and twice as big as it had earlier in the day .

I looked down and Reeta's big brown eyes, as she looked back at me, sparkling with mischief mingled with an oddly womanish kind of arousal as she lay there stretched out in my arms. I had said nothing, because I was a bit shocked, because I had automatically responded to her advances, and that Reeta must have assumed that I was a willing subject. She stood up and pulled me to my feet as she pulled me towards my bedroom.

We were soon undressed and not for the first time I was stood there admiring her beauty. Her breasts were small, with quite tiny nipples, Her body looked quite delicate, and I would describe her as petite with firm hips, brown loins with a charming little cleft poking out pertly.

I could hardly breathe, and I was trembling so hard Never before had I been so aroused, so totally hard, and focused on the one pussy. Reeta had me in her power and she knew it. She pushed me gently back on the bed and took my enlarged cock into her mouth, stretching her lips to the utmost. She barely managed to encompass it, and the pressure on it sent delicious chills coursing through my whole body. I looked at the way her back curved when she was in that position, slender, sinewy, untouched by housewifery or nuptial drudgery.

I lay down alongside her, after gently dissociating my cock from her eager lips, and slid down into her crotch. I had to taste her, lick her, eat her up! Smooth lips, silken, firm, smelling of baby powder,
and the unique womanly odor. A delicious combination! My head reeled as my tongue ran down between her parted pussy lips, licking up secretions from her excited love tunnel.

And then, I pushed my tongue into her pussy as far as it would go. She groaned happily. I thought of the inflated cock pulsing between my legs, and wondered if my tongue was enough for her, and whether I was far too big to penetrate her.

I held her slim buttocks in my hands, cupping them and squeezing them while my tongue worked into the depths of her pussy, licking at the juices oozing out and breaking new ground. My cock was wedged between my belly and the bed sheets, rubbing back and forth in vain, and the hope that soon I would be driven to make love to her.

Again I thought of the size of my cock and that tight little hole. It was impossible! She would die if I hurt her. Despite myself I moved up higher, just tempting myself, determined tojust touch her pussy with my cock before retreating. And when I was there I thought I'd push it up a little, just to show her how impossible it would be for me to continue. As I pushed gently in I could already feel her muscles gripping my cock. Reeta didn't seem to care. Her teeth sank into my neck as she opened her legs wide and submitted her virginity to me. No longer was I dealing with a teenager --she was all woman.

I slipped it further into her pussy hole, taking advantage of the juices already there to drive my swollen cock in even further. Already we were in deeper than I had thought possible, and my cock showed no signs of stopping.

Suddenly she uttered a muffled cry, her teeth sank into my flesh drawing blood, and her nails raked painfully down my back. I felt something warm and viscous flow over my balls, and I knew I had arrived. From there on, I showed no compunction. Lubricated and wide open now, her pussy took all of me. I pushed and thrust, while she pressed her face into my chest to muffle her cries from being heard.

We lay in each other's arms for some time after we completed our union. Our breathing mixed into a duet of gulping pants, gradually slowing down into regular deep breaths, just as our bodies slowly returned to normal. Suddenly she said. “Tony dear you will have to marry me now. No Seikh man will marry me if I am not a virgin.”

Reeta stopped the night with me, and the next morning I insisted that we go and speak to her parents to tell them our intentions. I had decided that Reeta was the woman for me. The sun was shining brightly as we walked the few yards to her family home, but I knew that it was going to be a dark and stormy morning as we confronted her parents.

We entered the shop hand in hand. Mr. Singh had a grim look on his face as he saw us holding hands. “What is this Mr. Nash what have you been doing to my daughter, We want to marry Mr. Singh - we are in love?”
“Oh deary me, but she is a Seikh girl and you are not a Seikh boy.”
“But Papa I love Tony. And I want to be his wife.”
“But Reeta you know this is not at all proper. What will your dear Mamma say”
I then said “Mr. Singh you are losing business while we talk. Would you care to come to dinner this evening and we can talk this through properly.”

And so it was arranged that Mr. Singh and his wife would come to dinner that evening and Reeta would
cook a meal for them.

Prologue +++++++++++++++++++++=

A few moments after Tony and Reeta had left the shop Mrs. Singh came in and threw her arms round her husbands nck. She was crying with relief and happiness. “We did it Ranjit, you are such a clever man, now we know she will have a good husband. And we will have plenty of grandchildren. That Tony is a good boy and will make our girl a good husband.”

The End