0 comments/ 6064 views/ 4 favorites Hjjer & Annie: Hotel Guest in India By: Mnhb "Hi Anita, I wish you a very happy new year too. Thanks so much for calling. Are you still on duty?" I asked. "Oh Hjjer, it's been such a tough day, I've been here for 18 straight hours and I'm just getting off my shift" said Anita. She sounded pretty bushed. "But forget about my day; how are you? Are you partying hard? You're not at our hotel so you must be somewhere else. Just wanted to wish you; sorry if I've disturbed you or interrupted something" That last, I thought, sounded almost tongue in cheek. "To tell you the truth Anita, I'm not partying at all. In fact I'm at my apartment, about to make myself the third drink of the evening, and I'm alone." "What!!" she screamed into my ear. "That is terrible. Are you well? What's wrong? Is everything okay?" "Yeah, things are fine" I replied to Anita. "I just wasn't up to going out to the same corporate gigs that happen every year; just tired of all that. And I also wasn't feeling too energetic, so I thought I'd chill at home. But otherwise things are cool. What about you; heading out for a late nighter?" "I'm coming over to your place" And the phone went dead. I thought of calling her back to make some excuse because I wasn't sure I wanted any company in my present mood and frame of mind. But then thought that maybe her coming over could get me out of the blues. So I let it pass; went to the bar, made myself another drink, saw myself in the mirror, and was quite horrified at what I saw. I needed to make myself more presentable so I went to the bathroom, had a shave, took a quick shower, and then slipped into a comfortable pair of jeans and a t-shirt. While I was getting ready to meet Anita on this dreary New Year's eve, my mind drifted back to the early years in India. The hotel had been my home away from home before moving to this flat that I was now staying in. And over the years, I'd got to know virtually all the staff at the hotel; had seen two changes in the General Manager and a host of other departures and arrivals in all their other departments. Anita however had remained a constant, rising through the ranks with promotions every 18 to 24 months. Of course I wasn't a permanent resident but my visits were relatively long-stays and there would be four or five every year. And while my rooms weren't always the same, I was invariably upgraded to the best available suites. My first year in India was an extremely busy one and even though I was based at the hotel for almost a third of the year, I was constantly travelling to various spots in Asia generally and India more specifically. Sometime midway through my second year in India, I had just flown back to New Delhi directly from New York, where I'd gone for a short two-day conference. Apart from the long non-stop flights and the hectic scheduling in the US, I was also rather low because of some work related issues. So when I was checking in at the front desk at the hotel, I probably looked like shit to put it mildly. Anita and her GM were both behind the counter and their concern at seeing me in such a state seemed genuine enough. I apologised for my demeanour and quietly took the key card, heading to the elevator bank. It was midnight and I was beat. I hadn't checked out so my suite was still exactly the way I'd left it and the small suitcase and overnighter which I had taken to the US I carried up to the room myself. I immediately took a hot shower and changed into my denims and a loose t-shirt; then went to the min-bar and got out a miniature bottle of Chivas which I poured into a tumbler and carried to the desk. I booted up my laptop in order to check emails that had arrived over the last 18 hours or so. It was almost 1 o'clock in the morning but jet lag had the better of me and although I was tired, I wasn't sleepy. I was sitting at the work desk when I heard a faint knock on the door. That surprised me because at 1:00 a.m. there wasn't likely to be any housekeeping service, and I hadn't ordered from room service although I was beginning to feel a little peckish but ignored that for the moment. After about half a minute I heard another knock on the door but continued to ignore it, hoping that the visitor would go away thinking I was asleep. After another minute, I heard what sounded like someone trying to slip in a key card into the door so I started to get up from the chair in order to open the door and see who it was; probably another drunken guest that had his room number wrong - I'd had that a couple of times. And then the door swung open silently and slowly. Framed in the doorway was Anita. I sat back on the chair, staring straight ahead at her as she tentatively took a step into the room before she saw me. "Gosh! I'm so sorry, Sir. I knocked. I'm really sorry" she said as she began to withdraw back into the corridor. "No, Come in, come in" I said, not wanting to lose sight of that beautiful apparition that had just walked into the room. "Don't worry about it, I was just about to get up and open the door" "I got a little worried because you didn't respond to my knock so I just wanted to check. I'm very sorry Sir; I didn't mean to disturb you. Please." "Annie! What's wrong with you? Relax! Don't get so het up, it's alright. Come in please. It's wonderful to see you" I tried to reassure her. "And what's with the 'Sir'? I thought we'd gone past that a long time ago." Anita was clearly in a state. Over the last year and a half, we'd lost much of the formality in our interaction, except when we met in the hotel lobby or other public locations in the hotel. I'd started calling her Annie within a few months of my arrival in India and I'd managed to convince to call me by my name sometime within that first year itself. She stepped into the room and let the door shut behind her. She was still dressed in her uniform, but had a bottle of wine in her hand. I knew her duty hours this month were till midnight so she was probably ready to go home. "This is with compliments from the hotel. Welcome back!" she said so softly, it almost sounded like a whisper. "And once again, I'm really really sorry for disturbing you; it's like a sin to do that to a guest. I should have left after the first knock; especially knowing that you'd had such a long flight and you must be so very tired." "Take it easy, Annie. And thanks for the wine," I said. "I know you've just gone off duty so why don't you sit with me for a while? In fact, why don't we sample that wine together?" She looked at me hesitantly, not sure what she should do. I got the feeling she wanted to stay but was also having misgivings not only because I was a guest but also because of the self-inflicted pain she was drawing from her earlier intrusion. We'd never socialised one-on-one and certainly not in my room; I'd attended the occasional hotel cocktail parties that the General Manager threw every once in a while for regular guests, and Annie and I had spent time together during those. I'd even invited her to a couple of staff parties that the office had organised. I wanted very much to spend some alone time with Anita so I insisted "C'mon Annie, one glass of wine with me isn't going to kill you" She smiled delicately, and then placed her handbag and a file folder she was carrying on my desk. Seemingly, she had forgiven herself for trespassing into my room. She sat down on the sofa in my suite and said "How've you been, Hjjer? You look so exhausted and weary; was it a really hectic trip?" "Just tired, that's all. Long flight," I mumbled as I went to the bar and opened the wine bottle. It was a fairly expensive red from Château Boyd-Cantenac, in fact a Grands Crus Bordeaux. Very impressive. I looked at Anita's reflection in the mirror and saw her staring at me. She saw how impressed I was with the selection and said she'd gone down to the cellar and chosen it herself. Unfortunately, I wasn't going to show it the respect it so richly deserved. I grabbed the two wine glasses from the cabinet, poured the wine into them and walked over to Annie, handing a goblet to her. We said cheers, and took our first sips. It was glorious stuff. I sat on the armchair at right angles to her and once again wondered at the ethereal beauty of this woman. Anita was in uniform; in fact I'd never seen her in anything other than the three or four designs that the hotel mandated for front office personnel. Her dark hair was neatly combed back, forming a rather large bun behind her head; clearly the result of very long hair tied up in a chignon. Her face was oval shaped and her complexion a very light beige. Her eyes were large, with long eye lashes; the fine lining of kohl framed deep reflecting pools that I found very expressive. She had a tantalisingly delicate neck that flowed subtly on to her shoulders, the collarbones quite visible since there wasn't an iota of unwanted flesh or fat on her body. She, like her colleagues, always dressed smartly, but Anita seemed to carry off her sari with a certain understated elegance that looked almost regal. As she sat in front of me, I felt I could never get enough of looking at this woman. She squirmed a little uneasily, asking "What are you staring at, Hjjer? You're making me uncomfortable." It was either my cocktail of scotch and wine, or just the tiredness in my mind, but I suddenly found myself blurting out "I'm so sorry, Annie. You are absolutely the most beautiful woman I have ever seen, and I just can't get enough of this vision. If I haven't told you this in the last 18 months that I've known you, it is only out of embarrassment and a fear that you would take affront. But I just have to tell you this...so, there!" "Thank you, Hjjer. That's the sweetest thing anybody's said to me in a long while" she said as she demurely sipped the last dribble of her wine. I got up immediately and got the bottle of wine from the bar counter and poured us both refills. I needed some action to distract me from the bashfulness that seemed to suddenly overtake me. The wine I hoped would fortify my mind. We talked about work, hers and mine, about the US, about France, about India... but my focus was still on this lovely woman. Her saree, like many evenings, was a deep midnight blue and a thick red border with some golden threaded inlays. As usual, it was draped perfectly across her breasts and pinned to the blouse just over her shoulder. The dress was tucked into the top of her petticoat just below the navel, while the blouse came down to about two inches below her breasts. I felt a little ashamed but found my eyes drawn to the midriff between the blouse and the sari - a swathe of unblemished fair skin and the twinkling of her navel every time she moved. When I got up to pour the remnants of our Bordeaux into the glasses, Annie kicked off her heels and planted her feet on to the coffee table top. She was beginning to relax, just like I was; the alcohol was helping. She let out a long and deep sigh of calm once the shoes came off; clearly not the most comfortable part of her attire. When I saw her slender ankles and pretty feet up on the table, my body moved instinctively; there was no time for my brain to kick in and rationalise my behaviour. I sat down, not on the armchair I had used earlier, but at the other end of the sofa on which Annie sat. Leaning forward, I took hold of her feet and pulled them towards me, forcing her to manoeuvre her body so that she used one arm-rest of the sofa as a back-rest. I was sitting at the other corner of the sofa and now placed her legs on my lap and began to gently massage her tired feet. I didn't look up to see her expression; just concentrated on her feet with my head down. With my fingers on top and my thumb against the soul of one foot, I began to knead the tiredness out. When I did finally gather the courage to look up after about a minute, her head was thrown back on the arm-rest and there was the hint of an absolutely angelic smile playing at the corners of her mouth. Her eyes were shut. I began work on the other foot, and then alternated between the two for the next ten minutes. "Thanks so much Hjjer, you have no idea how wonderful that felt" Annie said as she raised her torso up, resting on her elbows. "Not just the massage, but the fact that it was you. My heart must have melted as I kept thinking of how beautiful you are, Hjjer. Thank you for being you and allowing me to be a small part of your life" I kept my hands on her feet, stroking her ankles, taking each of her toes between my fingers and feeling the texture and their individual shapes. "Can we have another drink? I'm feeling very happy." I told her we'd polished off the wine but there was the mini-bar, and she said she'd have a scotch. I pushed at her legs so that she bent her knees and took her feet off my lap, resting them on the sofa. I took out two miniatures and poured them into the tumblers lying in the bar; threw a couple of ice cubes in, and topped them up with a splash of water. Glasses in hand, I pushed myself back into the corner of the sofa and proffered Anita her drink. But instead of reaching for it, she took her legs off the settee, eased herself to my end of the couch, then raised her legs up to the other end and pushed her back into my chest which she now used as a backrest. Then, she stretched out her right hand, fingers curled to form a cup-holder into which I placed her glass of scotch. My heart was in emotional overdrive. I felt faint almost, thinking to myself that I have been in love with this girl since my first day in India. Months and months of pent up emotion were still seeking release but even now, with this wondrous creature in my lap, I wasn't sure which way the flow was going. And of course I wondered what she was feeling. She raised her head off my chest and bent her neck so she could take a sip from her glass. I did the same. In fact I took more than a sip, I took a gulp. I put the glass down on the side table and looked down at Annie; I could see the top of her head and an overview of her forehead, raised cheekbones, the length of her eyelashes, and the glint of moisture on her lips. Soft, succulent and red lips! And her body, supine, stretched out in its entirety before me. I saw her flat stomach almost bare because the drape of her sari had shifted to the side; her breasts rising and falling with every breath - to me this was divinity. I wondered if she could feel my heartbeat as her head rested on my chest. Were our souls in communion? "Annie?" I said in a voice that seemed barely able to escape my lips, like there was a constriction in my throat. She tilted her head backwards and tried to look into my eyes but I think it was too much of a strain on her neck. So she looked back down, maybe at her toes at the other end of the sofa. "Hmm?" I heard her query. I wanted to tell her that I loved her but didn't really have enough gumption to say it. "Nothing" Instead of saying anything, I raised my free arm and placed my hand on her head, using my fingers like a blunt toothed comb over her hair which was still so neatly coiffed. I stroked her wide forehead and pushed an imaginary strand of hair behind her ear. I let my fingers wander over her beautiful face, tracing the lines of her cheekbones and her jaws, then around the perfect curve of her chin, and up again to her ears. My fingers played with the earlobe that I could access, the other one flush against my t-shirt. My hand strayed again to her chin, then below it to her neck, and swiftly back to her cheeks. I was feeling suddenly braver and less timid, although not entirely fearless; the alcohol playing games with my brain. In my mind I kept repeating "I love you, I love you Annie" as my heartbeat increased to a thumping rhythm and my blood pumped through my veins in a nervous flow that I hadn't experienced ever before. I looked at her and felt a heavy weight in my heart, an emotion that must surely sent out the strongest vibes that anyone could receive. And then suddenly, Annie put her glass down on the table and turned completely turtle so that her chin rested halfway between my chest and my stomach. She was looking up at me with those large eyes, pools of the most intimate reflection. Both my hands were now free, and I raised them to cup her lovely face in them, like a chalice holding the most precious and treasured nectar from the heavens. She struggled to raise her own hands and cupped my face in them. And we stared at each other's eyes, trying to fathom the road to our destiny. She laid her head down again on my body, one cheek resting placidly against my stomach. I looked at the top of her head and at her entire length stretched out on the sofa. The back of her blouse and below that the bare skin of her back with the sinuous spine that curved into the tuck of her sari, the swell of her hips and the firm roundness of her buttock all draped in the midnight blue silk. My hands drifted around the back of her neck and over her shoulders, gently stroking over the silken covering. She seemed to nuzzle her face against my t-shirt covered chest and I felt her press her head deeper against my body. I let my fingers stray down the curve of her spine, first over the blouse and then lower over bare skin. A slight tremor went through her body when I touched the uncovered part of her back, my fingers tracing the groove that sinuously wound its way towards her buttocks. I caressed and rubbed for almost another ten minutes, my hands going from neck and shoulders down almost to her hips, then back up again. Every three or four such cycles, I would lean forward a little extra so that my hands touched the rise of her sari clad rump, but I could reach no further. I also kept running my fingers through her hair every now and then and as a result the neat coiffure was coming undone. "Annie?" I whispered. And got no response. I thought she might have fallen asleep because of my relaxing ministrations. Then I heard her mumble into my stomach "Hjjer?" I touched her cheeks and earlobe and lips with my fingers in response. When my fingers touched her mouth, she parted her lips slightly and I felt the smallest of nibbles from her teeth on my fingertip, then the tip of her tongue, and then she drew in the top phalange of my finger into the warm wetness. "Mmmmm, nice. That tasted good! Can we have another drink?" "Are you sure?" I asked. To which she nodded her head and said "Definitely. Let's!" It's not like we were drunk, but ... What the hell! So I started to get up and Anita raised herself off me and sat in her corner of the sofa while I went back to the mini-bar. There was a miniature scotch and a bourbon that I took from the fridge; poured out the Johnnie Walker Black into her tumbler and the Jack Daniels into mine, broke a couple of cubes of ice into each, and served them up on the rocks. Where were we going with this, I wondered while walking across to give her the drink. There was a mental haze that I was unable to see through; I knew what I wanted - that was an emotional thing - but I wondered whether Annie had any feelings at all or whether this was just a party after work. I couldn't read the vibes and she wasn't making it easy for me to figure out. She wasn't sitting on the sofa. I was holding the tumblers and staring at an empty space; a couch that was probably still warm from the body heat of two individuals that had occupied it for the last hour or so. The room - my living room I suppose - was lit with the desk lamp and the foyer overhead light; the bathroom door was ajar which meant she wasn't in there. So I walked in to the other room of the suite, my bedroom, in search of Annie. The room wasn't dark, but there was no light or lamp that had been switched on; instead there was moonlight streaming in through the large glass windows, floor to ceiling, on the wall facing the golf greens. Where the peacocks came in the morning. And there, against the glass façade stood Anita. Hjjer & Annie: Hotel Guest in India She was almost in silhouette, a form against the openness, her hair open and falling in long smooth straight lines all the way down past her hips, bouncing on the swell of her derriere. Outside through the glass, I could make out a very dark blue sky, even darker black trees with immense foliage, and a lighter shade of grey-green manicured grass stretching into the distance. A bright yellow moon, almost but not quite full, shone through the darkness, its light streaming through with a certain impudence. Anita was looking out at this obscurity, her back to me as I walked in to my bedroom. I took a sip of the bourbon, and walked up to her with the other drink held in my outstretched hand. But as I walked up to where Anita stood by the large glass panel, looking out into the darkness while the moonlight bathed her, I hesitated. Then keeping the glasses on a table, I stood directly behind her without touching but I could feel the body heat emanating from her. Then I took a small step forward and eliminated the space between us, simultaneously wrapping my arms around her, just below the blouse adorned breasts. She leaned backwards into my chest, letting her head drop back as well. Without her heels, the top of her head was at the same level as my chin, which I playfully rested on her cranium. We stood still, gazing out into the moonlit darkness outside, the foliage casting ghostly shadows that merged with the leaves themselves. Smelling the subtle scent that rose from her, possibly Opium from the house of YSL, I bent my head slightly and kissed the back of her ear and neck, feeling a sudden shiver run down her body almost down to her heels. With a deep sigh, her body seemed to collapse into me and I realised I was planting my legs firmly on the ground so as to support her weight. I let her lean into my upper body while my hands splayed across the flatness of her stomach, arcing their way to her sides where her waist tapered before swelling back out to her hips. The bare skin seemed to be a larger expanse than I had thought earlier. My fingers danced across the flatness in a slow waltz, now and then tripping into the tiny and puckered belly button. She pushed herself back against me, a gentle moan rising from deep within her reverberated in her throat. I bent my head to kiss the side of her neck behind her ear, letting the tip of my tongue brush her earlobe. She shivered as I let my hands run down over the swell of her hips, feeling the smoothness of her silk saree wrapped around her contours. My palms ran down her sides, starting from the bare skin of her midriff down past the sinuous curves of her waist, over the ridge of her petticoat, and as far down her shanks as my arms would go. From there, I moved the hands behind her, feeling through the silk sari, the back of her thighs and then slowly upwards over her buttocks. My loins had been stirring ever since I had walked up to stand behind Anita, and now the swelling inside my jeans was already a fairly solid bulge. I wanted to pull her arse backwards against my groin and so took my hands to her front, feeling the silk draped over the inside of her thighs I planted my palms an inch above where I assumed her pubic area would be. With my fingers gripping her lower abdomen, I was about to pull her back against my crotch when I felt her push her buttocks backwards. I felt the fleshy softness of her posterior mould itself to accommodate the hot protrusion of my penis as I pushed against her, my hands now a tight grip on her lower abdomen. Lowering my head again, this time I took one of her earlobes between my teeth, nibbling, and then biting gently. I felt Annie sway her arse from side to side, rubbing the bulge in my denims. Our movements were getting a little feverish and I planted my hands on the bareness of her stomach, pulling her back tightly against myself. I kissed her neck, her ears, letting the tip of my tongue wash the inside of one ear, then the other. My hands rose involuntarily upwards and rubbed against the soft silk covering over her breasts. My body suddenly seemed to want all of her. My lips brushed across the skin of her neck, flitted across her ears, my tongue left a wet trail behind her ears; my hands cupped her breasts, slid down to hold her hips as I thrust my denim-clad genitals towards her accommodating bum. She sashayed and swayed against me, gentle murmurs and sighs still emanating from her. And then I felt her hand reach behind her and begin to stroke the bulge in my jeans. I let her cup my swollen hard-on while I rubbed my palms over her breasts, already beginning to feel the tumescence of her nipples thrusting through the fabric of her brassiere and blouse. I was getting into a frantic state, no more thinking about decorum or whether Annie and I were made for one another, whether we were soul mates or not. There would be time later to figure that one out. I brought my hands to her back and started unclasping the hooks that bound her blouse together. Three clasps unhooked and I pealed the silken garment rather hurriedly off her shoulders, ran the sleeves down to her wrists, and virtually snatched the clothing off. For a moment I savoured the warmth and proximity of Anita's body against mine as her back rested on my chest. I ran my hands over her shoulders and down the entire length of her arms, felt the nudity of her stomach and back, once again dabbled in her navel, kissed her exposed skin to the extent I could, and pushed my swollen erection against her arse. But I couldn't hold back too much more, I needed to feel her, to taste her, to see this wondrous beauty, in fact to possess her. Two hooks holding her brassiere together were removed with considerable disdain as I rolled the straps off her arms and threw the flimsy undergarment somewhere into the darkness. But I didn't grasp or maul her breasts; I didn't pinch or squeeze her nipples. Instead, I stepped back, moved a couple of yards into the room, picked up my Jack Daniels, took a sip and waited for Annie to react. She turned around, the moonlight now streaming in from behind her. The only light inside the suite was from the single table lamp in the other room. The loose end of her sari, the pallu, was draped across her breasts and thrown over her shoulder. The darkness and the moonlight showed off Anita's body in very stark contrast; the curves in black shadows and the projections of breasts and hips in a misty light. As she walked up to me demurely, my knees bent against the edge of the bed where I dropped, sitting in absolute awe of this ephemeral creature. When she reached me, I stood up again and drew her into my arms, once again clasping her buttocks and holding her thus against me. I held her hard; thrusting my denim covered stiffness into her belly as she arched her back and pushed against me. Holding her perfectly rounded and firm arse with one hand, I used the other to pull her pallu off her shoulder and let it drop to her side. Her breasts were completely exposed but she sustained her modesty by throwing her arms around my neck and pressing her breasts against my chest. I picked up the loose end of the sari and began to unravel it by passing the garment from one hand to the other behind Anita's back, bringing it round for another circle of her hips and waist, and then another. When I had untucked and loosened the entire seven yards of silk, I threw it carelessly behind me on the bed. Annie stood against me in nothing but her petticoat and I assumed her panties. She had her arms enfolding my waist, holding tight, her face buried in my chest. I took her beautiful face in my hands and very gently raised it up to face me. As I looked into those deep large eyes, my heart seemed to melt again, an unfathomable sensation passing through my entire being as I lowered my head so that my lips touched hers. With one palm cradling the back of her head, I let my lips enfold hers, the tip of my tongue tracing the outlines of her mouth. Then I pressed a little harder, my tongue exploring the luscious fullness of her lips before probing between them. I felt the ivory hardness of her teeth for a fraction of a second before they parted and let me enter the warm moistness inside. Our tongues touched. I remember how I enjoyed that most intimate contact with Annie, how her fingers now clawed the t-shirt on my back, how the hardness of my denim ensconced penis thrust against the ridge of her blue cotton petticoat tied below the navel, how her bare breasts squashed against my upper body. As one hand supported her head, the other ran along the nakedness of her back and down to the firmness of her buttocks; my mouth pressing hard against hers as our tongues lashed each other, first inside her mouth, then inside mine. After a few minutes of this rapture, she pulled her head back a fraction and I lowered my other hand to her bum so that I gripped her arse in a vice like grip, pulling her hard into me. I felt her fingers sliding under my t-shirt, then her hands raising it upwards across my stomach and chest, towards my head. I was compelled to release my hold on her and raise my arms so she could pull off the shirt. She dropped it on the floor and placed her cheek against my torso. Her naked breasts pressed against my chest, I could feel her hardened nipples pushing out. My hands rose up to cup both her breasts, her bosom heaving deeply with every breath she took. I felt the edge of the bed against the back of my knees, allowing the pressure to fold them so I could sit on the bed. Her naked breasts and stomach were like a dream in front of my face. They were round, and larger than I had thought earlier. This was my first real view of them; I was sure they were a 36DD, well rounded with dark nipples that stood out very hard from the centre of relatively small aureoles. Puckered with goose pimples, the brown circles were extremely sensitive; she shivered and let out a loud moan when I licked around one of her nipples. I let my tongue tip trace gentle smooth flowing lines starting from the underneath of her bosom, rising across the perfect roundness, then circling over the aureoles. Anita quivered at every new spot that my mouth discovered, laving her breasts for a couple of minutes before I took a nipple into my mouth. I sucked it in, letting only my lips encircle them; then my tongue thrashed in all directions before I took it fully into my mouth. My hands held her rump again as I mashed her buttocks through the cotton fabric of her petticoat. My mouth roamed all over her upper body, sucking on her breasts, tongue darting into her navel, then up again through her cleavage and back down the perfect roundness. Her body moved in arrhythmic fashion, occasional spasms raking her as her body jerked to a heightened sensitivity. As my face moulded the form and shape of her upper body, the bristles of my 24-hour stubble razed her soft flesh and sensitive nipples. We had, seemingly by an unspoken but mutual consent, prolonged this first-time foreplay to an extent where I was bursting at the orgasmic seams and now worried that I might ejaculate the moment she touched my penis. But I wanted so desperately for that to happen. Her fingers were interlaced with my long curly black hair, and now she had grabbed them with a force that surprised me. She let out a long deep sigh, then pushed my head back from her body, leaned sown and kissed my mouth with her deliciously hot and wet lips. As Anita's weight pushed against me, I leaned backwards on to the bed, feeling the cool silken sari against my back. I pushed further back and towards the headboard so I could lay out my entire length supine on the bed. She stood momentarily by the side of the bed, the dark blue petticoat tailored to hug the swell of her hips, after which it flowed downwards like a skirt to her ankles. She lifted up the garment so as to allow her knee the space to bend; then climbed on to the bed and lay on her side next to me. We lay next to each other in silence and very still, knowing that we were now moving beyond the limits of just necking and cuddling. I was of course aware of the sensitivities in the Indian culture and the often traditional attitudes of the beautiful women in this country, and hence very tense about the next step. I lay on my back, staring blankly towards the ceiling; Annie lay on her side, facing me. I could feel her hot breath on my jaw and neck, wanting so very much to turn and look into her eyes but too petrified to do anything that might break the spell. Then I felt her lips touch the side of my neck as her eyelashes brushed against my cheek. She raised herself and drew her lips towards my mouth, her right hand resting on my torso. Her hand rose along the hair on my chest, her palm grazing over a nipple, then moving around to the back of my neck. She pulled me closer and let out a slight sigh as her red lips met mine. As my mouth opened, my tongue slid into hers and she pulled passionately on the back of my head with her fingers entwined in the locks of my hair. I could feel her heart pounding as she pressed her soft breasts against my firm chest; her excited nipples pressing against me. Small moans filled the cool air as she probed my mouth with her hot, wet, pink tongue and her hands pulled my head in a firm grip towards her own mouth. I raised my free left arm and placed it on her head as we kissed in a feverish embrace, then ran my fingers down the long tresses of her jet black hair. I felt the smooth skin of her back, the long indentation of her spine, probed the beginning of the cleft between her buttocks and felt the warm moisture there. I fumbled for the drawstring of her petticoat, caught a loose end and pulled it to unknot the cord. I used the strength of my right arm to boost her up so that she lay fully on top of me; her stomach over mine, her breasts crushed against my chest, her mouth still clamped over mine as our tongues raged in passionate tussle, and her long hair like a diaphanous curtain draped around our heads. With both my hands free I pushed my thumbs between the hip hugging top of her petticoat and her body, then pushed the now loosened garment past her hips and her bum as far down as my hands would reach. She helped by raising her flank and thighs as I struggled to force the clothing off her. While doing so, I had also inadvertently pushed her panties down in the same manoeuvre and they stayed stretched across the fullest part of her rump. I disengaged our mouths, raised my body up while her head rested on my chest, and pushed her petticoat and undies further down her shank. I felt Anita rubbing her crotch against my swollen genitals as my hands clamped down on her arse; the strain of my penis against the denim getting very uncomfortable now. I brought my hands up to her face, held her head up and kissed her deeply again. Then I rolled to the side, toppling her on the bed and hurriedly stood up. I walked to the edge, caught hold of her petticoat and yanked it off her along with her panties, dropping them on the floor. She laid back, her breasts heaving, her legs held together as she lay fully stretched out on her back. With my eyes having adjusted to the near-darkness, the moon made it easy for me to discern the dark nipples and aureole against the white-lit skin of her body; the hairy inverted V of her pubic hair well trimmed but clearly visible. Her smooth shapely thighs drawing out a desperate urge to grab her again, her long legs tapering down to her ankles and dainty feet urging me to lie with her again. A sheen of wetness glistened along the insides of her bare thighs and it was evident as she slid one leg against the other that she fiercely wanted to consummate our tryst. Witnessing her wet desire made my rigid hardness press even more against my zipper. Annie then sat up slowly, pushing her way to the end of the bed where I stood. With her thighs parted on either side of my legs, she took a moment to slide her hand up my chest slowly and then around my torso. She pulled me closer and let out a slight sigh as her red lips kissed my belly, her tongue leaving a wet trail across its breadth. Then moving her head back, she brought her arms to the front and drew her fingers down my chest to the silver belt buckle and slid it off with little effort. Then unbuttoning the single button at the waist, feeling my hard, engorged penis pressing fully against my pants, she slowly lowered the zipper and removed the fabric that had been inhibiting me for so long. As she pulled down my jeans and underwear, my rigid shaft sprang forward with a longing that I knew matched her own desire. A deep sultry moan escaped from my throat and mouth as she slid her delicate hand across my rigid penis, which was now fully exposed and pulsing. She firmly squeezed the base of my cock pushing even more blood to its head and then slowly slid her hand up the shaft which was now excited to the point of leaking pre-cum. She took her finger tip, rapture writ large on her face in her excitement and wiped the hot cum from my cock with her finger tip. She leaned her head back and stared with her large eyes directly and longingly into mine as she put her now cum covered finger into her mouth and wildly sucked it from her finger tips as I watched. Losing all reservation, I lunged toward her, kissing her mouth and tasting the remnants of my own excitement. She gasped as she fell to her back and my hand began sliding up her thigh searching for her now pulsating, wet pussy. My hand found her pubic hair just as hers found my hard rod and she began massaging it with a slow, seductive ease. She moved backwards a mite and spread her legs so that her calves where now hugging my buttocks and pulling me towards her. My fingers began to plough through her black trimmed bush, feeling for the first time her slick, soft, dark pussy lips that were now on fire and oozing cum. Her pubic hair was now drenched in her own hot juices. I slowly felt her pussy eagerly spread open and then contract as I slid my fingers over her engorged, hot, clitoris. She could not help but let out a moan as she felt her thighs and the rest of her body go up in flames. "Oh God, Hjjer" she said biting her lip as I inserted a finger into her tight, hot pussy. Annie was so clearly turned on that I got the sense she could explode. I first thrust slowly in past her snug lips and then up into where I thought her g-spot might be, then slowly squeezed in another finger and propelled them into her; she instantly squirted fluid, drenching my fingers and hand in her juices. "Hjjer! Hjjer! Oh my God, Hjjer. Ohhh!" Her body writhed for a while before settling down into a semblance of calm. I felt myself on the verge of cumming as her hand held on to and squeezed my cock from her own excitement. Her pussy was pushing against my fingers with intense contractions as her whole body thrust upward and her legs pulled me against her with force. It took every bit of concentration for me not to ejaculate into her hand as it slid again over the engorged head. As she recovered from the waves of ecstasy, Annie pushed me upward and turned me over on my back. She slid her pussy along my thigh, then on top and along the smooth but rigid skin of my meaty cock. She gasped and bit her lip as she moved her hips in small circles sliding her dripping wet, hot pussy lips over my hungry shaft but without letting me in. My hands grabbed her gyrating buttocks and then slid up to hold her breasts. My longing fingers found her firm, dark nipples at full attention as my hand glided over her soft, milky breasts that were highlighted in the moonlight and she shivered and sighed as my fingers pinched her hard nipples and the palms of my hands cupped her soft breasts. Biting her lip again, she pulled herself away from my grasp. Her eyes locked onto mine again and she stared into me deeply with a look of absolute desire. She was ravenous and I felt my cock stiffen even more in anticipation as she slid her body along mine. Hjjer & Annie: Hotel Guest in India Her red lipstick had long been smeared off and her mouth was still hot from the intertwining of our tongues earlier. I could feel the heat and moisture from her mouth as her lips approached the head of my cock and I inhaled quickly, then let out a deep guttural groan. She sighed with pleasure as her thirsty lips parted and her pink, wet tongue slid over the tip tasting some more of the cum that had escaped and her pussy juice that was now all over my manhood. Her hot tongue began to slowly, but firmly lick the head of the engorged shaft as her hand grasped the base firmly. She could probably feel the thick veins that had flooded with burning desire; blood now pulsing with my rapid heartbeat as she began to slide her longing tongue down my shaft. Anita moved her lips up to the tip of my penis and opened her fiery, wet mouth wide and slid it gently past her smooth, white teeth, along her tongue and deep into the back of her throat. I felt a fire ignite again deep inside my groin as she began to passionately fuck my hard rod with her mouth. My legs spread open almost involuntarily to allow her to get even closer and her hands slid around my testicles, lightly and then more firmly massaging them as I moaned. Annie probably felt me start to stiffen still further and guessed I was close. She quickly slid her mouth off me and replaced it with her hand, using the remnants of saliva as a slick lubricant to slide up and down at the base of my cock. She moved her sultry mouth down to my balls and began to suck them as she moved her right hand up and down pushing more blood to the bulbous head of my member without touching it. My legs began to quiver as she sucked harder pulling at my scrotum, keeping them away from my body so I couldn't cum. I knew Anita's clit was throbbing and cum was continuing to flow from her decalescent, tenacious honey pot because I could feel it on my own legs that kept grazing her vaginal entrance. She slowly pulled her mouth and hand away and crawled over on to me until she was straddling me. I could no longer wait; I had to feel my steely hard cock inside her. We both moaned in unison with sheer pleasure as she slid her dripping, snug, hot cunt down over the throbbing head of my shaft. As she lifted her arse off me and down again; she slid her dripping snatch over my bulging cock and this time, she could not help but let out a high pitched moan of ecstasy as she began to ride up and down fucking me with purpose. My hands had a firm grip on her hips, pushing her down onto me as I forced myself even deeper into her. A few more thrusts and I was overcome by a surge of adrenaline. I lifted and pushed her 5' 4" frame onto her back, so that I was now in control and as I mounted her, I pushed my staff hard inside her hungry, smooth pussy with force. She gasped for air as she was overcome by the manic desire that my body emanated. I began pulverising her hard; her legs wrapped around my body pushing me inside her even further with every ravenous thrust. Her red nails were digging into my back as my hand held her soft tresses at the back of her head. I pulled her head down and thrust my tongue deep into her sweet, wanting mouth. I could hear my shaft sliding in and out of her sheath as her wet pussy pulled me, sucking me back in every time I pulled outwards and. It excited me knowing how much she wanted me and how wet I had made her. I moved my lips away from her mouth as I exhaled and began breathing as though I was running a marathon. It was animalistic fucking and sweat covered both of our bodies despite the cool air-conditioned surroundings. And then it happened; the orgasm burst from her cunt with gushes of cum which pushed past my cock, covered my pubic hair and ran down my thighs. Anita screamed in ecstasy as she felt her body surrender to the climactic eruption with waves of pleasure pulsing through her body. Her pussy contracted hard, grabbing my penis as I continued to thrust into her. My own orgasm exploded as my testes pushed up into my body with force and my hot load shot out of the rigid thickness of my cock. I grunted like an animal in heat and clenched my teeth hard as the long awaited orgasm overwhelmed my senses. Annie could probably feel the mix of her own contractions, while my rod surged deep inside her with the hot cum mixing with her own. My manhood still pushed into her with all the pressure that had built up and I felt Anita shudder and push against my buttocks with her heels as she crushed me against her. With absolute release I fell onto her, still out of breath and pressing my body against hers. She softly kissed my neck and whispered my name again and again. I rolled off her body and we lay facing each other, her silk sari a crumpled and severely damp sheet below us. She nestled her head against my chest, below my chin, as I wrapped an arm around her, holding her tight against me. Darling Anita. It was 5 o'clock in the morning, four afters since Annie had come to my room with the bottle of wine. I think jet-lag finally caught up on me. Now, about eight years later, I waited impatiently for the doorbell to ring. I hoped my sombre New Year's eve mood wasn't going to upset Annie. *****