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My Indian Lady

By: Gentle49



This story about a couple is true. I've changed the people and the situation, but the emotions, the love and the discovery all happened.



When I was divorced I bought a nice small top floor flat in the city of Glasgow with a wonderful view across the city looking at the beautiful tower of the Bute Hall of the University. It was quite a quiet area and I was very happy there. I had various girlfriends but no real serious relationships. After having been married, and quite happily, for 18 years, I got divorced for reasons too complicated to explain here. I wasn't ready for a new full commitment and, besides, I'd not met a woman who made me think of that, not yet at least. I was 44 years old and fit, working out regularly at my local private health club and cycling about 300 miles a week in the summer time, less in the winter.

Just down the street and round the corner from my flat was a ubiquitous Pakistani corner shop. There seemed to be corner shops owned either by Indians or Africans all over the city, and in every city for that matter. They were always useful because they were open when no other shops were open, early in the morning, late at night and during every public holiday. Very useful. This particular shop was owned by a very nice couple, both in their 50s, and they alternated their work, but it was always one of them in the shop.

One day I went into the shop and there was a new woman behind the counter. She was Pakistani like the owners, and probably about 40 years old but with an incredibly welcoming face and very pretty. She looked at me, sizing me up, and I looked at her, sizing her up. Actually, it's bad to say it like that but, in those few seconds, that's exactly what happened. There was a bit of electricity in the air. 

Her pretty face was almost without any make up apart from a very small touch of eye shadow. I liked that because I hate women with too much make up on. I always find it so false and dread seeing them in their natural state without it. That and women who smoke turn me off completely and I'll ignore even the most beautiful looking woman because of that. Pernickety or not, that's me and the way I've always been. 

This woman though, apart from wearing virtually no make up, had long shiny dark hair about a third of the way drown her back and it was beautifully brushed. She was wearing a very pretty green and orange sari that looked of good quality. I must admit, though, that I know nothing about saris apart from the fact that they make Indian woman look very attractive a lot of the time. This one was one of the bare midriff variety and it showed off her nice flat stomach and her tight fitting short blouse top showing off the fullness of her breasts. They weren't big but nice and round and the whole ensemble was very pleasing to the eye.

"Hello," I said. "I haven't seen you before."

She told me, in a lovely lilting and gentle voice, but in perfect English apart from a slight Indian accent to it, that it was the first time that she had worked in the shop. She said she was a friend of the owners, lived not far away, and she was going to work there a few times a week so that the owners could have time off. 

I bought a couple of items that I needed, paid and looked at her before leaving and said "See you again soon then?"

"I hope so," she replied.

I went back to my flat, not thinking much more about it. A few days later I went back to the shop, just to buy some milk actually as I'd run out, and there she was again. I hadn't thought about her being there this time, but her face lit up with a smile when she saw me and I smiled back. Maybe she smiled at everyone who went into the shop. I was the only one there the last time I saw her there and I was again the only one there this time. This smile was more than just a polite smile though, it was done with the eyes as well and it lit up her face. I smiled back, showing my delight at seeing her too.

"Hello again," I said.

"Hello," she said. "I was wondering if I would see you again."

That gave me a nice feeling inside. I got my milk and went to the cash desk with her behind it and said "You told me you live not far away. I presume you mean that you live here in the city?"

"Yes," she said. "I have a flat just off Byres Road."

Byres Road was a main street just five minutes away by car or twenty on foot and it was a road I often frequented because there are lots of nice restaurants there, my bike shop (I love cycling) and also my bank!

"Really close then," I said. "Have you lived there long?"

"Just over a year," She replied. "My husband left me for a younger model. I can't say I'm sorry he's gone, and so I'm starting a new life and enjoying it at the moment."

"Well, that makes two of us. I've been divorced for five years now. I must admit that I was the wayward one, not my wife, but I had no intention of marrying the other woman. My life just came to a junction and I realised that I had to leave and I've not had a single regret. I hope that doesn't sound hard, saying it like that, even though I had, on the whole, a good marriage. As for other women," I said, "at the risk of sounding corny, the older models are often better and some are far more good looking. Most of the younger ones tend to use too much make up and God knows what they look like when they wake up first thing in the morning with no make up on."

She gave a little giggle at that and said "I've never worn much make up. I prefer people to take me as they find me and, if they don't like what they see, that's their problem. My husband left me for his secretary whom I have seen once and she's a giggly young thing with blonde hair (she's Scottish, by the way), but you can see the dark roots and she splashes on the make up. Each to their own, but my husband has always had an eye for gullible young things to fuel his ego and libido."

"It seems that you're better off without him then. That is unless you loved him completely and you were very hurt by the way he left. From the way you've just spoken of him, though, it seems that that wasn't the case, unless I've completely taken your comments the wrong way."

"Not at all," she said. "In fact I was glad when he went and he's not left me completely penniless. I'm working here to help my best friends and to pass the time for a bit. It's nice to meet different people as they come into the shop. Some are very rude, but others are a delight to meet and speak to," she said whilst looking me straight in the eye with a lovely smile.

"I hope I come into the second category then. I don't think I've been rude to you so far have I?"

"Not at all," she said. "In fact it really gave me a lift seeing you coming in the door just now. I was wondering if I'd see you again. Do you live close by then?"

"Yes, just a hundred yards round the corner on the top floor."

"Oh that's nice. I like this area. It's quiet and away from the mainstream, but still close to all the main shops and good areas, but not too far to easily get out of town. I don't have a car though. Believe it or not I can't drive. I never wanted to and my ex always drove, even after he'd drunk too much. He'll get done one of these days. He never drove too fast though, I just worried about him getting caught."

"I have a car, I need one for my work, but I do a lot of cycling and it's certainly good being able to get out into the country quickly." I looked at my watch and suddenly realised that I had to go to work. "Gosh, I'm sorry," I said, "I have to go to work. Do you work regular hours here? Maybe we can continue our chat another day if there's no one else in the shop."

"I'd like that very much. I'm here every Monday, Wednesday and Thursday afternoon for definite and sometimes at the weekend. My name is Eila by the way," and she spelt it out for me.

"OK, I'll stop off on one of those days when I'm free. That's a nice name, Eila. I'm David. Nice talking to you."

"Bye David, and see you soon."

I left the shop.

I was working the next days that she was in the shop and so it was over a week until I was able to go again. This time, before going down to the shop, I cleaned my teeth. I don't have bad breath but I just wanted to be ready. I hoped that she'd be there. It was a Thursday afternoon and nice and sunny which always puts people into a better frame of mind.

My heart started beating a bit faster as I got nearer the shop. How stupid. I'd only spoken to her properly once but it was a nice encounter and I'm sure she liked it too. Besides, there is occasionally a time when sparks can pass between two people, and I know that this was one of them. I got to the door, which was all glass, and I saw her looking at me as I arrived. She must have seen my shadow, and her face lit up with a big smile. I walked in and, again, I was the only person there. I went straight up to the counter but she came round in front of it to meet me and we stood, a couple of feet apart, both smiling and looking at each other.

"Hello." we both said at the exact same moment. Nice.

"I was wondering if you'd be coming back." "I've been working all the other days," we both said at the same time again.

"Ah, so that's why," she said. "I was sure that was the reason and not that you didn't want to speak to me again."

I was glad that I'd cleaned my teeth as we were now only about a foot apart. I quickly look her up and down. Another nice sari with pretty little light blue shoes to match the darker blue of her sari. Again the bare midriff and the nice round breasts. Still hadn't seen her bum though as she'd always been face on to me.

"How are you?" she asked.

"Very well thanks," I replied. Just then someone else came into the shop and turned to go down one of the rows. I signalled to Eila that I'd be outside and left the shop. The client was in there for a good five minutes and I pretended to be using my mobile when he finally left. I quickly went back in and she said "I thought he'd never go. He started chatting to me, trying to chat me up actually, but his manner of speaking was terrible. Probably because I'm Pakistani and don't merit any politeness. It happens from time to time unfortunately."

"Yes, there will always be people like that. If I were to chat you up I'd be polite and as nice as could be," I said.

"Then you must be chatting me up because you're polite and as nice as could be," she said with a grin and a twinkle in her eye.

" I admit that I was looking forward to seeing you here today and hoping that you'd be here. It was lovely to see your smiling face when I opened the door."

"It was lovely to see you coming in too. I saw your shadow and just knew it was you, even before I saw you. Or maybe it was wishing it was you even before I saw you! Anyway, it was you and it's nice to see you." She suddenly looked down after saying that and then looked back into my eyes and added "That sounds like a bit of a come on as well doesn't it? I hope you don't think me forward for saying that?"

"Gosh no," I said. "It's nice to know you like talking to me as much as I like talking to you." I thought for a moment and I suddenly realised what I should say, so I started and to heck with the consequences. Some things have to be done or said or you'll forever regret not doing or saying them. So I opened my mouth and started.

"I don't suppose, instead of chatting in the shop and being interrupted by people all the time, you'd be able, or like to, meet for a chat and a coffee, or whatever you drink, one day when we're both free would you?"

"I'd love to. So much nicer than being in my flat all alone with just my thoughts."

"Terrific," I said. "Do you want to fix a time just now or do you want to wait for a while?"

"Why not fix it now? I have virtually no social life apart from meeting with a few of my women friends whenever we feel like it, so let's fix a time when we're both free and take it from there, if you're ok with that?"

"Perfect," I said. I got my diary out and we then worked out the following Friday afternoon when we were both free. "Where would you like to meet? We could meet in Byres Road if you like, plenty of choice."

"Why not," she said. "Although I'd love to see your flat one day, just to see how a divorced man lives on his own. I've never had that privilege. My ex just came home from work and sat on his backside, didn't help me in any form whatsoever. Fortunately we only had a flat, although it was a very nice one as my husband had a good well paid job, and we didn't have a garden as I'd have been occupied with that too if we had."

"I'm fairly house proud," I said, which was actually true, "and I love cooking too, although I'm vegetarian and have been for about ten years now. I'd love you to see my flat. I feel sure you'd like it as it's on the top floor and it's got a lovely south east view across the city and so gets the sun for most of the day, the sun going into the bedroom at the back for the end of the afternoon and the evening. I love it."

"Sounds gorgeous. I'm vegetarian too, have been all my life. Why don't we make it your flat then? How about just after lunch and we'll have plenty of time to chat, or you can throw me out if you get bored?"

"Even better," I said, "would you like to come for lunch as well, nothing fancy but easy as we're both veggies?"

"I'd love to," she said. "Then I can sample you cooking, see your life style, talk to you and see if the real you is as nice as the polite customer!" She grinned at me. I was already starting to like this woman who had a childish way of being, which was very nice.

We arranged a time of half eleven the following Friday. Gosh, a week and a day away. It seemed ages and I suddenly wanted to see this lovely woman a lot more. We exchanged mobile numbers just in case of any last minute problems and, just as we did that, two other people came into the shop and so I left, giving her a little wave of the hand as I went out of the door.

I had just got back into the flat when my mobile sounded and there was a message from Eila - "Next Friday is a long time to wait! I'm looking forward to it though. Just thought I'd check your number. Eila XX."

I wrote straight back - "A shame we couldn't find a sooner time. Hopefully the wait will be well worth it. You got the right number ;-) XX"

So the week passed. I couldn't go to see her in the shop as I was working and I decided to do a simple soufflé for our lunch together with individual apple charlottes for pudding. Nice and easy but pleasing on the eye at the same time. At least I hoped she'd find them pleasing. I'd wanted to send her several SMS messages all week but resisted the temptation. Heck, we were just having lunch together and I didn't want to pressure her and intrude into her life before I got to know her. Mind you, I was already hoping that we'd get closer by the end of the day. I liked this woman. She'd struck a chord in my being and it was vibrating very nicely. I felt good. I felt good about her, about the prospect of seeing her and being with her again.

On the appointed day I'd got the food ready, just the egg whites to beat for the soufflé to put it in and to cook with the Charlottes. At eleven I was just getting out of the shower when I got an SMS and it was from Eila.

"I'll be with you in half an hour, just in case you'd forgotten XX"

I wrote back straight away - "How could I forget? All ready and prepared, including me! XX"

Just before half eleven I went down to the entrance at street level. It was a nice warm sunny early May day. Nice. I didn't know from which direction she'd come as she could either come down the hill from the left or up from the right. I banked on from the left and, bang on the half hour, that's where she came from, in a taxi. I wondered why she'd done that but suddenly realised that she'd be wearing a sari again. At least, I presumed she would be, and so a taxi would be more practicable. She paid the driver and got out with a big smile on her face. 

She looked absolutely stunning, no other word for it. She was wearing cream shoes, very light and pretty ones, and a ravishing cream sari with gold bits in it and a matching cream short sleeved blouse with, again, that lovely flat midriff showing. She looked a million dollars, particularly with her little white matching clutch bag. I just had a shirt and trousers on, smart ones though. I hated ties. She quickly came up to me and put a hand on each of my shoulders, our first physical contact, and kissed me. Not on the cheek but lightly on the lips. Eyes open and looking straight at me.

"I never, ever imagined you'd be waiting down at the entrance for me. What a fabulous welcome and thank you," she said.

"It was worth every step of the way," I said, "particularly seeing you in that gorgeous sari."

"I knew you'd like it. It's actually my favourite and I only wear it for best occasions and very rarely. You are, it seems, a best occasion." Again that lovely cheeky grin.

"Come. Let me show you my humble abode," I said and I took her hand in mine without thinking, she didn't pull hers away, and I led her gently up the stairs. We walked up, me in front, still hand in hand. Half way up she slipped her fingers between mine in a small sign of intimacy. I stopped and looked back down at her and squeezed her fingers. She smiled at me and squeezed back and we continued up to my front door. I'd not locked it, so we went in, hand in hand still, and I turned to reach behind her to push the door shut. That pushed me gently against her and I felt the roundness of her breasts pushing against me and her face, her mouth, were just a couple of inches from mine.

"Welcome," I said. "That was a long week, but I'm so glad you're here. I must admit that I wanted to send you an SMS several times but didn't want to intrude. So I waited."

"I wish I'd known that because I wanted to write to you too, but I thought you might be a bit annoyed and so I didn't either." Again the lovely smile.

I took my mobile out and started writing. 

"What are you doing? I've only just got in and you're sending a text. That's one of my pet hates and I think I'd better tell you right now," she said. This time there was no smile. I didn't smile either because it's one of my pet hates too. I didn't say anything but, just then her phone sounded with an SMS.

"You'd better read that," I said, "then no more phones until you leave. In fact we'll both switch them off. How's that?"

She read the message and then looked up at me and I'm sure I saw a little moisture in her eyes. She was looking at me with a mixture of comprehension but also bewilderment. She was reading the short SMS that she'd just seem me writing and got all hot under the collar about. It just said - "You are stunning. Welcome into my life."

She reached up (she was about three inches shorter than me) and kissed me gently and slowly on my lips. Her eyes were shut this time and her kiss lingered like a feather, but oh so intimate, for about five seconds. Then she slowly moved back and looked at me, not saying anything, but with that questioning look in her eyes again.

"It's one of my pet hates too," I said. And I switched my mobile off and put it on the hall table. She did the same with hers and put it beside mine and then reached up and kissed me again. Again it was a light touch on the lips and that was all, but it was oh so intimate once more.

"Please show me your flat," she asked quietly, taking my hand again. So I showed her. Toilet and shower room on the right just behind her in the hallway just after the entry door and the bedroom with king size double bed (and not much more room for anything else apart from one fitted wardrobe and chest of drawers) next to it, both facing the back of the property. Then a small windowless kitchen but full mod cons in it apart from no dishwasher as there just wasn't space. Then, to the left, the lounge with the lovely view SE over Glasgow. It wasn't a big flat and certainly only just big enough for two.


My Indian Lady



She walked into the lounge in front of me, pulled in by the lovely view and pulling me in, still hand in hand. For the first time, I got a view of her back. Tall and straight in that beautiful sari which was more tight fitting than the other ones I'd seen her in and the curve of her bum was exquisite. Round and firm looking and so well proportioned to the rest of her body. I say proportioned but I have to admit that a nice bum beats a pair of breasts any day in my book. She had lovely looking breasts but that back view all but took my breath away. A beautiful woman, a lovely voice, well proportioned and, it seemed, well educated from the way she spoke.

"Oh it's lovely," she said. "What a wonderful view you've got too. I presume that's the university in the middle?"

She hadn't turned round and so I moved behind her and put my hands on her shoulders and then said "That's the university tower." At the same time as saying that I moved my right hand forward and used my arm as a pointer, keeping my left hand on her shoulder. I was now pushing against her gently and her gorgeous round buttocks were pushed against my slowly growing erection. With her left hand she reached up and put it over mine on her left shoulder. More lovely intimacy. This time it was me who interlocked our fingers to make it even more intimate and she pushed herself back against me a little bit, just enough for me to know that it wasn't accidental and that each movement between us was more intimate, closer and nicer. At least, it was for me! 

I then pointed out a couple of other landmarks before she turned round and looked at me, both of us standing in the middle of the lounge with the sun shining in and warming us up and lighting up that beautiful cream sari and making her hair shine with a vibrancy all of its own. Stunning wasn't a good enough word to describe her. She was exquisite in every way.

"I love your flat. It's tastefully decorated, it's lovely and clean, and I know you've not done it just for me, and it's got you in it which makes it even better."

"And with you in it, that adds it up another notch too," I added. This time it was me who smiled.

"You certainly seem to know what to say and how to say it," she smiled back. "How much cooking do you have to do?"

I hadn't told her what I was going to cook and all I needed to do was beat the egg whites for the soufflé and then that was it. By now it was nearly midday. She asked if she could watch me at work and I said of course. I turned the oven on ready for the soufflé and got the hand beaters out and started on the egg whites. Without me asking her she came up beside me and put her hands round the bowl to steady it and make the beating easier.

"Thank you," I turned to say to her and I planted a quick and natural kiss on her lips. She smiled back and I continued beating the eggs. Soon they were ready and so I folded them into the mix which had Roquefort cheese in it too and then tipped it into the soufflé dish. The oven was up to heat and so I put it in, together with the two individual apple charlottes in their ramekins, and set the timer for 35 minutes. 

"I just need to get the table ready," I told her. I had a small drop leaf table in the corner of the lounge which I opened out and put in the middle. Then I went and got two chairs from the bedroom, put out the cutlery and glasses and all was ready for when the food was cooked.

"Would you like a drink of some description?" I asked.

"A gin and tonic would be very nice if you have one," she said.

"Easily done," I said and it was soon in her hand. I had a glass of water and, before she asked, I said that I didn't drink. She didn't ask why and I didn't need to tell her. I had stopped five years ago of my own free will when I realised that I was drinking too much and I hadn't missed it since. In fact my quality of life had improved immensely. I just took her hand and led her into the lounge and we sat on my cream leather two seat sofa. It made Eila look even more beautiful.

"Do you realise that we know hardly anything about each other at all?" I said. "We're both divorced and, I think, about the same age. We're both vegetarians and we both hate people using mobiles in company but, apart from that, we know nothing about each other and here we are, together in my flat and it seems the most natural thing in the world, like when you held the bowl whilst I was beating the whites."

"But I've felt natural with you since the moment I met you when you first came into the shop," she said. "If you'd not have invited me to your flat I would have suggested it myself. I didn't want to make polite conversation with you in a café or restaurant. I wanted to get to know you in every way possible and find out about you."

"Well, we're in agreement there," I added. There was a small pause and I know she wanted what I was thinking and so I said "Please can I kiss you?"

She didn't reply but she reached up and stroked my cheek. Fortunately I'd had a very good shave just half an hour before she'd arrived, and she looked into my eyes. Then she stroked her finger slowly and gently across my lips.

"Yes," she replied gently. "You can kiss me any time you want. But I'd rather you start right now, please."

I leant gently forwards and touched my lips to hers. No lipstick. Just soft, gentle lips very slightly apart. I took her top lip gently between my own and ran my tongue along it and then I did the same to her bottom lip. Then she touched her tongue against mine and I felt her teasing it between my lips. So I opened my mouth just a little and she insisted her tongue gently in and we started a little dance with our tongues. She then reached an arm round my neck and pulled me more urgently against her and our tongues worked harder together and so I put my arms round her back and I felt the soft silkiness of the sari fabric and her thin blouse underneath with the bra straps stopping my hands from gliding over her back without any hindrance. Our kiss became more intense as we explored our desires and found out how we liked kissing. There seemed no forcing from either side. We both seemed to feel what to do at the same time and one responded to the other without forethought. It was a totally natural and wonderful progression into intimacy. I was now rubbing her back and round to the sides of her rib cage too and I suddenly wanted to feel her breasts. Both her arms were up round my neck and so I had totally free access to both of them and I reached round and cupped a gorgeous globe in each hand and started gently squeezing them both. As I did that she moaned. She pulled my head harder against her and our kiss became more and more intense as our desire and our need for each other intensified. I felt her nipples harden through the fabric of her bra and blouse and I squeezed them both which elicited yet another moan from Eila. We broke the kiss but I still continued feeling her breasts.

"You gorgeous man,"she said. "I just knew it would be good with you. It just feels so right and I know I could never say no to you, whatever you wanted me to do. I also know that you'd never do anything bad against me. I just know it. I have total confidence in you and I'm not afraid to say it. Welcome into my life too."

She kissed me quickly and then took my hands from her breasts. 

"I've got nothing planned for the rest of the day and I'm sure you haven't either," she said "so let's have a nice lunch and then we can do whatever we want for the rest of the day. How's that? Besides, it seems as though the lunch is well organised and so we can make the most of all of our time."

"Apple charlotte in the oven for afters," I said "and I'm yours for the rest of the day and beyond should you want."

"Yum, I love apple charlotte and the idea of beyond sounds very nice too."

At that point the cooker timer sounded. Gosh, 35 minutes had already passed. We dished up the soufflé and it was perfect, even though I say so myself. The Apple Charlotte was well received as well. Whilst eating we talked and laughed a lot and found out much more about each other. She was now 40 years old (I was bang on the button with that), married young, an arranged marriage, and her husband was the only man she had ever had sex with. She told me that he only ever made love in the missionary position, grunting away to his satisfaction and never giving her any pleasure. She hadn't been made love to for the last two years. She had no children and had done everything to stop having them because she knew her husband would be a lousy father. I felt the need to tell her about my life and so I told her that I was also married young but I had sown some wild oats since our marriage and was still doing so. I didn't want to hurt her but I just felt that I should tell her the truth. There were no children on my side either. Looking at her eyes I see that I wasn't hurting Eila because it was my life before we met each other.

"Thank you for telling me that, and being honest with me," she said."It makes me even more sure that I can trust you. Thank you also for a delicious meal too. You can certainly cook."

"I enjoy cooking," I said.

Then we had a nice coffee before we did the washing up together, again naturally and as if we'd been doing it together for years. She asked if she could clean her teeth and told me she'd brought her toothbrush with her. I liked that and told her that I always cleaned my teeth after a meal as well. So we went into the bathroom together and brushed our teeth. When we had finished I took her hand again and led her back into the lounge and she walked to the window and looked out again at the view. 

"Its beautiful," she said. "What's more, I get a lovely feeling in this flat. It's got a nice ambience and I feel that's very important in a building if you want to be happy and content."

"Yes, I felt that the moment I walked in here to view it when buying, even though it was completely empty and had just been redecorated. It felt right and good and I put an offer in straight away. In fact I wanted it so much that I put an offer in that I knew would beat any other as I wanted it that much."

"As well as this building making me feel good, you do too," she said, turning round to face me and putting her arms round me, pulling me against her. She looked up into my eyes and I bent down and put my lips to hers and we started kissing again. 

When we stopped she added, "I feel as though I've known you for years and we're just continuing an earlier relationship. I don't feel as though we're just starting to get to know each other for the first time. I feel totally at ease with you and I know that you'll want the same things as me at the same time as me. Does all that make sense?"

"Yes, completely," I replied. "I feel on the same wavelength as you and it's all so nice and easy, no stress or worries." I pulled her gently to me and kissed her again. This time I let my hands slide down her back to her gorgeous round bum. I took a globe in each hand and squeezed and caressed gently. Beautiful and firm and round and she moaned in my mouth again as I felt her. She was wearing panties, I could feel the line, but they were brief ones and only covered half her bum. I then ran my finger up and down the crack of her arse and she moaned again, pushing herself against me and obviously feeling my erection which was now full and hard. In fact she made it obvious that she could feel it because she started grinding her pubic mound against me and moaning more as we kissed and I ran my finger up and down her arse crack again, over the rose of her arse which I felt through her panties and then down between her legs, pushing the fabric of her sari between her legs to touch the lips of her cunt. More moaning from Eila when I did that.

"Is your bed comfortable?" she asked.

"Yes," I replied. "I think it's very comfortable. Would you like to go and see if you like it?"

"Yes, very much," she said, and so I took her hand again and led her through the small hallway to the bedroom. She sat down on the side of the bed and patted the bed at her left side, asking me to sit beside her. I sat down and turned to look at her and put my left hand on her thigh and started stroking her gently.

"I saw that you did everything with your left hand, including eating, and so I thought it best that you sit on my left side," she said. "I hope I was right."

"Absolutely," I said. "I also like sleeping on the left side."

She didn't reply to that but started stroking my thigh in response to my touch. I reached up and peeled the top of her sari off her shoulders without asking so that I could see her blouse which demurely covered her breasts completely. I realised that it was fastened at the back and so I reached up behind her and started to undo it. It was easy to do with half a dozen small buttons and then she reached up and peeled it off her shoulders. It dropped into her lap and she picked it up and folded it and put it on the beside table, out of the way.

She had on a cream coloured bra, low cut, very lacy and see through and looking of good quality. I looked at her beautiful cleavage. Not big breasts but full and round. I saw her aureolas which were big and then her thick nipples standing proud with desire. Not too big but making a lovely mound in her bra. I reached up with both hands and started to caress her breasts. They were full and firm and she closed her eyes as I felt them. Then we were kissing again and I felt her stroking my thigh as I was feeling her breasts and squeezing her nipples. After a short while I reached behind her again and undid her bra, slipped the straps off her shoulders and put the bra with the blouse on the bedside table. Then I looked at her in all her glory, totally naked down to the waist, and she was faultless as far as I could see. Her breasts really were round and full with virtually no sag and her small but thick nipples were standing proud with desire. I didn't say anything but just bent and started kissing and sucking every square inch of that beautiful gorgeous flesh.

In return she rubbed my thigh, moving further up until she cupped my erection which was again as hard as it could possibly be and was positioned so that it was sticking straight up towards the waistband of my trousers. I've not got a big cock, only just over six inches long, but it's thick and I know what to do with it.

"Gosh you're really hard," she said. "You feel quite big too, much bigger and much harder than my husband ever was."

"I've been hard ever since you got out of the taxi in that beautiful sari," I said.

"I know, I've felt it against me every time you've held me against you and I've loved it every time. I hardly ever wear panties," she said. "I had to put some on today though because I was wet before I even left my flat and I was scared of leaving a wet patch at the back of my sari when sitting down. Is it bad to say that?"

"Gosh no," I said. "Not at all. I love a wet pussy."

"I like you calling it that. Normally you hear men talking about a cunt and, for me, that's vulgar."

"I normally use that word too," I said, "But I knew that you'd not like it and, anyway, 'Pussy' is far more intimate when you're with someone who is important to you." 

I was still caressing her breasts and she was rubbing my cock and so I moved and knelt down on the floor in front of her. Without asking her I parted her legs and then reached down and lifted the hem of her sari up. First of all I admired her beautiful legs and then her thighs. I finally got a glimpse of her panties, matching with the bra and lacy and see through. I saw the dark triangle of her pubic bush and the outline of what looked like quite fat pussy lips. Lovely. And there, between her legs and in the valley of her lips, a big wet patch that made the thin material almost see through.

"You were certainly right about being wet weren't you?" I said. "You're so wet that your panties are completely see through and it's lovely. They're beautiful panties too, like your bra."

I'm glad you like them both," she said. "I went on a little shopping spree earlier in the week to choose something that I thought you'd like. That is assuming we'd get this far!"

"So far I've loved everything I've seen from the hair on your head, your face and your body down to your pretty shoes, your gorgeous sari and the equally gorgeous bra and panties underneath and now your fabulous breasts and your wet pussy."

"Gosh, all that!" she said. "Well, in return I've loved everything I've seen too, from your lovely profile, your warm eyes, your nice slim body and your lovely hard cock. I want you. I want all of you and I'm not afraid to say it to you either."

"I want you too my beautiful Eila," I replied. "You've struck a chord in my being that rings truer than at any other time, and I like the feeling."

With those words I started sliding my hands up both thighs, closer and closer to her wet pussy. But, instead of touching her with my fingers, I prised her legs a bit further apart and then bent my head to taste the nectar flowing through her panties. It was exquisite. Fruity and sweet and I pushed my lips hard against her panty covered mound to savour the flavour and the texture of the fabric and the softness of her lips underneath. At the same time I pushed a finger against the wet fabric, pushing it into the entrance of her pussy and pulling it tight between her lips and against her clitoris.

"Oh David, what are you doing to me?" she asked. "I've never been touched there like that before. It's wonderful. Please don't stop."

I had no intention of doing so but, instead, I pulled her panties aside and there were the dark flesh coloured lips of her pussy, surrounded by fine gossamer pubic hairs glistening with the wetness of her desire. I put my tongue out and licked the length of her slit, up and down several times, before finding the hard nubbin of her clitoris and I started working oh that.

"Oh yes, just there. That's so, so good, what you're doing to me." 

I quickly pulled her panties completely and then continued licking her and sucking her clit, trying all the possible ways to stimulate her further. At the same time I put the middle finger of my left hand between her lips and slipped it easily inside her sopping wet pussy. I pushed it in up to the hilt and then back out again, this time adding another finger and doing the same. I sucked harder on her clit and then started masturbating it with my tongue, sliding my fingers in and out of her pussy at the same time.

"Oh that's wonderful," she cried gently. "I never imagined it would be possible to have as much pleasure as that, not even in my dreams. It's beautiful."

I carried on stimulating her, my two first fingers in her pussy and my lips and tongue working on her clit. She was moaning more and more as I did it. I then decided to try something else. I often get turned on by fingering a woman's arse as well, depending on the woman. Eila was beautifully clean and so I got my third finger well lubricated with her copious pussy juices and slid it down to her little rosebud and teased it gently round the opening, wondering what her response would be.

"Oh yes," she moaned. "That's so naughty but so nice. Please don't stop what you're doing."

So I carried on, working round in little circles for a few more seconds before I put the tip of my finger against the opening and pushed gently. She moaned and gave a little push back at me with her hips. So I pushed again and felt the tip of my finger part the muscles of her arse hole. She moaned and pushed back again and so I pushed a bit more and my finger suddenly and easily slipped inside her. She moaned even louder and I'm sure I felt a little surge of pussy juice in my mouth as she got more excited. I then pushed the finger right in so that I was now working on her clit and also had two fingers right up inside her pussy and the third right up her lovely arse. I started sliding my fingers in and out, finger fucking her in both holes, and she started moaning louder and louder and moving her hips to make my finger fucking even more intimate. At the same time I was invigorating her clit even more with my tongue which was beginning to get tired and she suddenly cried out and lifted here buttocks off the bed and I felt her pussy squeezing on my fingers and a small surge of juice filled my mouth as she came. I eagerly drank it down and her cries slowly stopped as she came down from the plateau of her orgasm.




My Indian Lady



"Never before," she said after she'd caught her breath. "I've never felt anything like that before. I now feel a complete woman for the first time in my life. Thank you. Now it's my turn and the first thing I want to do is to see you nude."

She started undoing my shirt and so I pulled on her sari. She got the message and started taking it off, making the whole process look so easy. She stood up to fold the cloth and there was her body in all its glory. Her dark Indian skin, her round full breasts with the hard nipples. Her triangle of soft pubic hair, encasing her nice large pussy lips and her beautiful arse, round and firm too and with the crack leading down to the treasure below.

"My God, you're really beautiful Eila. Not only that but you have a voice to match which so many women don't have. I love looking at you and I love talking to you as well. What a day that was when I came into the shop that first time and there you were. I felt a spark of electricity then when I looked at you and you looked back, but I never in my wildest dreams thought that my emotions would build up to what is roaring through my being just now whilst I'm looking at you."

"I felt the same electricity when I first saw you too and you knew it didn't you? I just knew it would be good with you and I've not been wrong yet. Now, let my undress you because I want to see if my dream is right."

She carried on pulling my shirt off, having stopped to take her sari off, and gave a little cry of delight when she was that I had a hairy chest.

"Oh I've always dreamt of a hairy man, a masculine man," she said "and now I've got him and I love it".

Then she started to unbuckle my belt and my trousers. My cock was pushing vertically hard against my underpants and there was a big wet patch of pre cum soaking the fabric. She ran her fingers over the patch, stimulating the head of my cock more at the same time and looked up at me with a smile.

"I think you're as excited and as wet as me aren't you?" she asked.

"I can honestly say that I've never before felt what I'm feeling for you right now. You are opening a door in my life that I didn't think would ever be opened because I didn't think anyone would be capable of opening it. But you seem to have found the key."

Gosh, that's profound," she said. "I understand you though because I think I've found the knight on the white horse who one always dreams about and who will whisk me away to his fairy castle to live happily ever after!"

I pulled her up to me, put my arms around her and kissed her. Our tongues working and our hands working too. I slid my finger up and down the crack of her bare arse this time, again teasing her tight little arse hole, and she reached inside my pants and took hold of the length of my cock.

"Oh it feels so good," she said. "so big and hard. I've got to see it and I want to taste it too."

With that she pushed both my pants and my trousers down to my knees. She then bent down to pull them completely off and stayed down to take a hold of my cock in her hands. I looked down and she was caressing it and looking at it, rubbing her fingers over the precum on the head. Then she moved her head closer to me and took me into her lovely warm mouth. She started sucking and how she sucked. It wasn't a gentle light touch but it was a full suck, drawing me into her mouth and giving me the most wonderful sensations, better than ever before.

"If you keep doing that I'm going to come in your mouth faster than either of us will realise," I told her.

"Do you like what I'm doing then? I've only ever done it once before to my husband but he said that I was so bad at it that I shouldn't do it again. But you like it?" she asked in a surprised voice.

"It's incredible," I told her. "It feels as though you know exactly what to do and how to do it to give me the strongest sensation. Thank you and you can do it any time you want. Right now, though, I want to give you as much pleasure as possible because you've obviously not had enough before in your life."

With that I playfully pushed her back on the bed. She fell with her legs wide apart, knowing what I wanted to do. 

"I want to taste your gorgeous pussy again before I do anything else," I said and I knelt down and buried my face between her legs with her bum nicely on the edge of the bed. I licked and sucked her, alternating between her clit and burying my tongue as deep as possible in the wetness of her tasty pussy. Then I pulled her legs up and pushed them up against her chest and that opened her crack up fully and there, for the first time in plain view, was her little rosebud. I circled it with my tongue and she cried out with pleasure again. I think I'd definitely found one of her soft spots. So I put the tip of my tongue against the entrance and pushed and it slipped in easily and I started tongue fucking her arse and she cried out more as I did it. Whilst doing that I reached up and started stimulating her hard clit with a finger and she was soon coming with the combined pleasure of my tongue in her arse and my stimulation of her clit. Again a lovely little tasty ejaculation that I eagerly swallowed.

I let her come down from the orgasm and then moved up beside her, turning her round so that we were lying length wise on the bed. I lay on my right side and she on her left and we put our arms round each other and made eye contact, talking with the eyes but not saying anything else, at least, not just yet.

My cock was pushing at the soft hairs of her cunt and she was stroking my chest and she finally spoke.

"I feel totally natural with you, whatever you do to me and whatever you say," she said. "It's an incredible feeling and a bit frightening because, being on such a high plateau as this emotionally, I wonder when it's going to end."

"Why should it end?" I asked back. "I feel exactly the same way as you. You talked earlier about the knight on the white horse. Men have the same sort of dreams too. With me I knew what I would feel when I met the right woman. I knew how we'd talk, how we'd interact both physically and emotionally. It's just the woman who always changed. I'd see a beautiful woman in the street and imagine it would be her. So often you meet someone stunningly beautiful and then they go and spoil it all by opening their mouth and the dream shatters like a dropped mirror."

She gave a little giggle at that. 

"It's the same with men," she replied. "With you it's different though. You are my knight but with voice and character to go with it all."

"And you are me dream that isn't shattered when you open your mouth," I said back. "I think that the plateau will stay with us because we both seem to have found something special and, fortunately, we both feel the intensity as much as the other which is a rare thing."

She then kissed me and put her hand down and started to caress my cock. So I put my hand down and felt her soaking wet pussy.

"I want you inside me, now," she said, and with that she lifted her right leg over mine an I suddenly found myself with the head of my cock against the warm and wet softness of her heavenly pussy. I pushed and the head slipped in and it felt so right and so good.

"I'm finally home," I said, staring into her beautify dark eyes.

"Yes," she said "and I hope forever."

"Me too," I replied and I gently pushed all the way in until our pubic hairs, my wiry western ones and her soft and silky Indian ones, were infused together. We stayed like that for a while and then started kissing. At the same time I started slowly sliding in and out of her wetness and it felt so, so good. We continued like that, kissing and then looking into each others' eyes before kissing again and me sliding gently in and out all the time. There was no rush. We were still getting to know each other and learning about each other too.

I then felt round and started caressing her bum, squeezing first one buttock and then the other.

"That's lovely," she said. So I continued doing it and then I started running my finger up and down the crack of her arse and finally my finger tip came to rest on her rosebud again.

"Yes," was all she said. So I pushed and it slipped easily in. I pushed further, sliding my cock in and out of her pussy at the same time, and I felt the head of my cock rubbing against my finger as I slid in and out of her.

"Oh yes, David. That feels so, so good and so, so naughty. Don't stop. Don't you dare stop."

So I started working up the pace both with my finger and my cock and she started crying out and I felt an impending orgasm brewing and we both worked as the speed built and the friction of the finger through the membrane got stronger and more intense.

She cried out "Oh yes, don't stop, I'm coming, I'm coming. Don't stop."

I built up the rhythm faster, both of us breathing heavily,, and she cried out in joy at the instant that I suddenly exploded inside her. The force and intensity of my orgasm made my cry out over and over again. I've never ever felt anything as intense as that. I almost passed out, it was so strong. She was staring at me and I was staring at her all the way through the intensity of both our orgasms and we both realised that we'd just knocked down a mental and physical barrier and we'd become one person for that small instant of time.

"I didn't realise that it was possible to feel such intensity as that," I said.

"Me neither," she replied. "It was the most wonderful sensation I've ever felt and thank you so much. It's funny how we found that position to make love like that, side by side. It's so much more intimate because we are closer physically than with any other position. We can look into each others' eyes and we can kiss and touch and say things that make it feel so much more intimate. It was wonderful and I just want to do it again and again with you."

"Me too," I said. "We've found something special and intimate there and it's just for us, for our togetherness."

We then lay together in the same position, talking and touching each other. I found that she loved having her back stroked (among the more obvious places) and having her neck kissed. She had a way of touching me that made me feel horny all the time, particularly when she fondled my cock and she managed to stimulate nerves there that even I didn't know how to do.

"I need to have a pee," she said. 

"Me too," I added. "Come on then." 

I sat up in bed and took her hand and gently pulled her up and led her to the toilet. She just stood and watched me as I pointed my nearly flaccid cock at the bowl and let go a stream of piss.

"That's another first," she said. "That's the first time I've ever watched a man pee and I like watching you doing it. My ex always locked the door when he went to the bathroom, even to clean his teeth!"

"Can I watch you peeing too?" I asked.

"Yes, I'd like that."

So I shook the drips off my cock and then she sat down. I asked her to open her legs so that I could see, and she did. I knelt down between her open legs to watch and she then pissed a long stream and I told her not to get any toilet paper. She didn't say anything and just let it finish, looking at me all the time with a questioning look. When she'd finished I asked her to stand up and then I buried my face between her legs and licked the wetness of her come, her pee and a bit of my come too which was the first time I'd ever tasted that. It wasn't too bad and I'd never have thought to do it with any of my other girlfriends.

"Do you do that to all your lady friends?" she asked.

"No," I said. "You're the first and it just seemed natural to do it with you and, besides, I really wanted to."

"You can do it any time you want, if you like. As I told you earlier, I have complete confidence in you, I don't know why but I just do, and I know that you'll never do anything bad to me." She put her arms round me and we kissed, my cock already starting to get hard again. My God, what this woman was doing to me.

"I just want to wipe myself because I can feel your sperm oozing out of my pussy," she said. And with that she sat down, took some paper and wiped herself.

On going out of the toilet I looked at my hall clock and saw that it was already half past four. Gosh the time had passed quickly.

"What do you want to do now?" I asked. "We can get dressed or I've got a couple of spare dressing gowns and we could be totally debauched and laze around some more."

"Can I stay the night with you?" she asked.

Well, I have to admit that I'd thought of asking her the same and I told her so.

"I'll need to get a change of clothes though and pick up some other things," she said.

"In that case why don't we get dressed and I'll drive you to your flat. We can get all that's necessary and then come back here."

"What a good idea," she said. "After seeing your flat I know that you'll not like mine very much but I'd like you to see it anyway."

"Sounds like a good idea and, whilst you're at it, why don't you pack for a week, just to be on the safe side."

"Do you really mean that?" she cried with delight. "Do you think you could put up with me for a week?

"Best to be prepared anyway," I said. "After that we'll see what happens. How's that sound to you?"

"Perfect. Let's go."

So I watched her getting dressed, wrapping the sari round herself. She left her bra off though and didn't put her panties on either, just her blouse and the sari. 

"You've liberated me," she said "and I feel freer than ever before and I'm loving it. Besides, with my underwear off, it makes it easier for you should your hands feel like wandering."

So my hands wandered. I felt the softness of her breasts through the blouse, so much sexier than when she had the bra on, even though the bra was very sexy itself. Then I lifted up her sari and felt her wetness and I suddenly wanted her again.

"Face the window and bend over the table," I said. I was still naked as I'd watched her putting her sari on. She instantly turned round and bent over, presenting me with her gorgeous sari covered bottom. I took hold of the hem of the sari and pulled it up and round her waist so that she was completely naked from the waist down. Her legs were slightly apart and so her sex and her arse were obscenely and beautifully on plain view to me, her pussy lips still engorged with blood. My cock was sticking straight out in front of me, eager to find its home again, and so I moved close to her and guided it into her pussy and then gave a hard thrust to bed it right in as deeply as possible.

"Oh yes," she said. "Do it hard like that, really hard."

So I took my cock out and thrust hard back in and we were suddenly making brutal and intense animalistic love. I was thrusting harder and harder and, with each thrust, she cried out with a little scream. I watched my cock sliding in and out, glistening with her pussy juices and I also put my thumb on her rosebud and pushed it in as far as possible. I felt her reach in the front between her legs and she started rubbing her clit and the base of my cock at the same time. No woman has done that to me before either and it added another intensity to the moment as she fingered herself and me at the same time.

Then she suddenly cried out "Do it harder. Now. I'm coming, oh Im coming." And she came, gripping my cock with her orgasm and her fingers which took me over the top and I shot my second load of come in her pussy. It was a long long time since I had made love twice in succession as quickly as that. I stayed inside her, sliding gently in and out now. My cock took ages to go down and I just wanted to savour every moment, every second, with this beautiful woman.

There was a box of paper tissues on a side table beside the sofa, so I grabbed a few when my cock finally slipped out of her and I wiped the come out of her pussy. She then took a couple and gently wiped my cock and followed up by kneeling and taking it in her mouth and sucking it. It stayed soft, apart from a little lurch, but her mouth again made my toes curl.

"I thought it just needed an extra wash," she said. "Isn't it strange how something so big and powerful can suddenly become so small? I love it and it's a beautiful cock."

She stood up and smoothed down her sari and I quickly got dressed as well.

"OK," I said. "Shall we go and get your stuff?"

I drove her to her flat in a little side road. It was about the same size as mine but she'd not had it decorated since she'd bought it. It was adequate but with second hand furniture and a bed that I'd not have slept well in, too soft. I told her and she said that it was cheap, but she loved the feel of our bed. 'Our bed' she had said. I liked that. I liked that a lot.

She picked out some clothes, including some western clothes and two more very pretty panty and bra sets that she'd bought with the ones that she was wearing earlier. I asked her to keep the same sari on for now as she looked so good in it, not that she didn't look good in the other saris that she wore when I saw her in the shop. She got everything into a good sized case and then had the forethought to change her answer phone message to always phone her mobile or leave a message. She didn't give out the number as all her important friends already had it. Clever girl.

I carried the case down to the car in one hand and took her hand with the other and we drove home. When we got in I cleared a couple of drawers out by doubling some of my stuff up in one drawer and got about a third of the wardrobe free for her clothes. She quickly put everything away and we put her case on top of the wardrobe with mine.

I then took her hand again and led her into the lounge. I sat on the sofa and pulled her down beside me and we turned towards each other, still holding hands.

"Do you hold all your girlfriends' hands like this all the time?" she asked.

No, never," I said. "In fact one girlfriend took my hand once and I told her I didn't like doing it, so she never took it again! You're the only woman with whom I've done that. I just feel the need to touch you and be as close to you as possible. Is that silly?"

"No, not in the least. Besides, I feel exactly the same with you. I need you, you're the man I've been waiting for all my life."

She reached up and stroked my face with her free hand and squeezed my hand with her other.

I squeezed back and looked at her with more emotion churning through my being than I ever thought possible. I'd always been a selfish person, just thinking of myself. That's why my marriage failed and why I didn't last all that long with any of my girlfriends. They all sensed that I'd never be 100% for them. Suddenly this beautiful Indian lady with a voice like honey, intelligent, slim and with a figure to die for, comes into my life and, in an afternoon, turns my life upside down.

It wasn't an instant falling in love when we met. It just climbed up and seemed a natural progression. Normally after making intense love with a woman all the excitement went and I was happy to be on my own again. With this woman we talked and cuddled for ages. Then I had my wicked way with her again over the lounge table, her sari up round her gorgeous round bum and both of us rutting like wild animals in heat. Well, that's what we were just then.

Then we talked of spending some time together and she was now in the flat as if she'd always been a part of my life.

I didn't know what to think. I was in completely new territory. All I knew was that this woman touched me like no other human being and I sensed something quite wonderful and new between us. I then felt tears of emotion welling up in my eyes. I've never ever been one to cry but here I was with my eyes misting over because of this wonderful woman.

"You're crying," she said.

"Yes. You've opened a door in my emotions that I always dreamt about but never thought would arrive. You're the woman I've been waiting for all my life too. I've dreamt about you but you've never arrived. Now you're here. I love how you look. I love how you talk with me. I love how we are naturally together and we do things without thinking, but they are things we both want to do. I love the way you look at me and I love looking at you. In fact I think I love you."




My Indian Lady



She wiped the small tears away from my eyes and then kissed me again.

"I believe in fate, in destiny," she said. "I think we all have a path to choose in our life and we can arrive as long as we move towards it. I've arrived here and found you, and I think I love you too."

"That's why I was divorced and moved here," I said. "You were here. I feel for you what you feel for me. That I know without a shadow of doubt. There aren't many couples as complicit as that. Now we'll have to see if we've already hit the summit or if there are more peaks to climb together. The way I feel about you now, we'll never reach the highest peak, it'll just get better and better."

"You say just the right things in just the right way," she said. 

"Do you snore?" she suddenly asked me. "It's just that my ex husband snored like a pig every night, no matter what position he slept in. I wonder what his new floozy will think of that when she finds it out?"

"Only if I sleep on my back," I said. "Otherwise I've been reliably informed that I don't snore at all. You'll find out soon enough though."

She smiled. "What are we going to do until bed time then?"

"I think we'll sleep well after the emotional roller coaster of today so let's just do what we want until then." 

With that I reached across and started feeling her breasts again. Those beautiful soft breasts. I pulled the top of her sari off and then she reached back and undid her blouse before I could. It slipped off her shoulders and there again were those truly beautiful breasts.

Why do I find your breasts so exciting?" I asked. "I've known other women with perfect breasts. In fact the woman I left my wife for had breasts to die for but you, just looking at yours puts all sorts of thoughts into my head."

I reached across and felt them, the already stiff nipples responding to my touch, and Eila also responded with another sigh of pleasure. She reached down and touched my groin and I was already hard.

"You're hard again. Gosh," she said.

"It's those breasts," I told her and caressed them some more. She reached for my belt buckle and undid mo trousers and then knelt down in front of me, depriving me of the feel of her breasts for a while. She pulled my trousers down and then took my hard cock in her hands and stroked it and looked at it. Me, I was looking down at her beautiful breasts and just that act was making me even harder. She saw where I was looking and felt me growing in her hands.

"You really do like looking at my breasts don't you?" she asked me.

"Yes. They do something to me. I suppose it's because they're attached to you and you do something to me too!"

Another lovely smile from her.

"Now I'm going to do something to you too. I told you I've only done it once before but I want to pleasure you in every way possible, as you have done to me all afternoon."

With that she lowered her head to my hard cock and took it into her mouth and started sucking. Ye gods it was so intense. How she knew exactly what to do to me and how to do it was a mystery but know she did, or she sensed it.

I'd already come hard twice in the last few hours but she was building me up very quickly by the way she was sucking me and almost milking me. I looked down at her beautiful breasts, nipples firmly sticking out, just slightly hanging forward and swinging a bit as she bobbed her head, and that made me even more excited.

"I love seeing your breasts hanging and swinging like that. It's so very erotic," I said. She didn't take her mouth off my cock but she looked up at me and I read so much desire and love in her eyes.

"I'm going to come soon if you keep that up," I said. "I want to eat you at the same time, it'll be better. Let's go into the bedroom."

"I like that idea," she said. This time she took my hand, pulled me up from the sofa and we both headed into the bedroom, still half dressed. She quickly took off her sari and I my shirt and we were both naked again. I lay down in the middle of the bed and, without me asking, she just got on top of me with that beautiful bum over my face and she took my cock in her hands again.

"You're beautiful in every way," I told her. "Right now I've got your beautiful round bum just inches from my face and I can see the lips of your gorgeous pussy swollen with desire and your fabulous tight little arse hole waiting for my tongue."

"Oh you naughty boy," she said. "You even know how to talk to me to turn me on, let alone how to touch me and feel me."

With that she put her mouth back round my cock and I started lapping at her lovely tasty pussy and then pushing my tongue once again as deeply as I could into her forbidden hole. She moaned with delight when I did that and sucked me even harder and I suddenly felt my third orgasm of the day approaching. I started groaning and moaning with pleasure and took my tongue out of her arse and lapped at her clit as hard and as fast as I could. That took her over the edge and me again at the same time and I shot into her mouth as she ejaculated into mine again. She didn't stop sucking me for one second. She swallowed it all without batting an eyelid. OK there wouldn't have been much there as it was my third orgasm, but the intensity was wonderful.

She climbed off me and lay down beside me and put her arm across my chest. I turned towards her and felt round to her right buttock and squeezed and stroked it gently.

"Do you realise," I said "we have made love three times today and we've both come at the same time?"

"I've got nothing to compare it with because I've never had an orgasm before in my life apart from when I touch myself sometimes. All I can say is that you're the most wonderful man I've ever met and you've given me more pleasure in this one afternoon than I've ever had in my life and ever thought possible. Thank you."

"I've enjoyed giving you pleasure because I wanted to. That has given me pleasure at the same time and then, to have orgasms together not once but three times is something I've never ever had before. A few times I've orgasmed at the same time as some other girlfriends but it's a rarity. With you it just feels natural to do the things I do to you. I want do do them, certainly, but I also know or feel that you'll like them too and I don't worry about what I do, even if it's something like touching your bum which so many women find dirty."

"If anyone else had touched my bum I'd have said no but the instant you did it I was so turned on and it felt so right. It also just adds to our intimacy."

With that we lay together, alternating stroking each other and talking and sometime doing both. I looked at her lovely slender legs and stroked them, her pretty feet as well. She stroked me back and I loved it. Before I met her I was insensitive apart from when a woman took my cock in her hand. With Eila she found all the hidden sensitive spots of my body. She loved it when I ran my fingers up and down her back, always finishing between her legs to feel her wetness. I kissed her face, her ears and her neck which really sent her gaga. I caressed and kissed her flat stomach and, again and again, her lovely breasts. 

We continually marvelled at how we both knew what the other wanted. Not once did either of us have to ask to be touched in a certain way, it just naturally happened.

The time passed, both of us naked on top of the bed as it was warm enough, and we suddenly found that it was getting on for eight in the evening. We were both hungry and so I gave her one of my dressing gowns and I put another on and we had a couple of pieces of toasted cheese with a bit of salad for supper. I didn't have much in the flat as I'd not thought of her staying the night. I'd wished it, certainly, but that was all. 

We carried on talking and I told her I loved her and she told me she loved me. We continually marvelled at how our intimacy was natural and how we both felt the same things at the same time. As we talked we found we liked and felt the same things. I then decided to do an internet search. I've always believed in astrology and so we took a look at our star signs. She was a Leo and me an Aries and we, not surprisingly, found an intense sexual rapport with our dates and also that we'd have a good life together because we'd be able to help each other and give support to each other.

Only time would tell but I had confidence in our togetherness, even though we were in the full flush of the honeymoon stage!

We finally decided to go to bed.

"Can I take a shower before going to bed," Eila said.

"Only if we can have one together," I replied.

"I wouldn't have it any other way," she said.

I got a second towel for Eila and started the water running to warm up. We then both stepped into the shower and I closed the curtain. She'd put he hair up in a bun and she looked different but still oh so beautiful and I told her so. She pushed herself against me with the warm water cascading over both our bodies, and we kissed. I then reached for the soap and started washing her. I paid particular attention to her breasts, all slippery and sexy with the soap suds. Then her pussy and, finally, her tight little arse hole. Meanwhile she'd taken the soap and was washing my cock, her hand working up and down the length and making it even harder than it already was. We kissed and fondled and looked into each others' eyes, delighted with our intimacy. 

Out of the shower and I dried her and she dried me. Then we cleaned our teeth and I ran the electric razor over my face, particularly round my mouth.

"Why are you shaving now?" she asked me.

"Because I don't want to prick you when I kiss you, and wherever I kiss you," I replied.

"My knight in shining armour," she said with a happy smile, and we went to bed. I took a couple of glasses of water in in case we were thirsty in the night and I told her that I always slept nude, had done since I was 17 years old. She said that she normally wore PJs, even when married, but would try sleeping nude with me to see what it was like. We were both fairly tired, but we talked for a bit, hand in hand, and, as the conversation slowed down and we got tireder and tireder, we eventually turned over, her to her right and me spooned up behind her.

"I love you," I said.

"I love you too," she said, and we fell asleep.

We both slept the night through, knowing that neither of us had to work the next day, and we both woke at about half past eight. I opened my eyes and she was looking intently at me.

"Hello," I said gently.

"Hello," she said back quietly. " I slept better than I've ever slept before. I feel so good and so right beside you and no, you don't snore. At least you didn't last night."

I took a drink of water to rinse my mouth after our night together, our first night together, and she did the same and then we kissed and I started to feel her.

"You're already soaking wet," I said as my fingers found there way between her pussy lips, all slippery with her juices.

"And you're already hard," she replied as her hand encircled my erect cock and started stroking it. 

I pulled her towards me and she put her leg over my hip again so that I was leaning back just a little bit and the head of my cock nudged against the soft wetness of her pussy. I gave a little thrust and I was in, gliding between her lips and into the warm wetness of her body.

"I'm home," I said.

"Yes," she replied. "Have you ever been in this position with another woman when you make love?"

"No, never," I said. "It's fabulous isn't it? We can look at each other and we can touch each other wherever we want."

As I said that, my left hand was caressing her bum, feeling her buttocks and running up and down her cleft. She reached between us with her left hand and took hold of the base of my cock whilst I was sliding gently in and out of her pussy.

"Oh that feels so good," I said.

"I like touching you. It makes it even more intimate and, besides, I want to."

We carried on, making love gently. There was no pressure to do anything as we had the whole day to do what we wanted. So I carried on sliding in and out of her and she caressed the base of my cock. I started pushing in deeper and then I reached up and felt her breasts and also moved the top half of my body back so that I could see them at the same time. Just that act made my cock stiffen and she felt it with her hands and inside her pussy.

"You really do like my breasts don't you?"

"Yes. They turn me on when I see them in your bra. They turn me on when I just see them before you get into bed. They turn me on when we're lying like this and I can see and feel them. I want to make love doggy fashion in front of the mirror so that I can see them swinging as I slip inside you. It's because they're a part of you, but I've never been so turned on by any breasts as much as I am by yours. I love them."

We carried on talking and making love. Sometimes thrusting hard and furiously for a few minutes, giving her a small orgasm each time, and then back to gentle slipping in and out with tender words and tender conversation, finding out more and more about each other.

After an hour or so we got up and had a lazy late breakfast. We had a shower, but not both together this time, and Eila got dressed in some really nice classy trousers and a blouse and we then went into town, hand in hand everywhere we went, even walking around shops. Neither of us would have had it any other way. In fact at any time that we were separated for any time, the one in front automatically reached back with their hand ready to be joined together again.

We had a light lunch in the town centre and did some shopping, including me (well us as we found very quickly that we like and dislike the same things) choosing some panty and bra sets for Eila. At about three o'clock we both looked at each other as we were walking down one of the main shopping streets and said that we wanted to make love and that we should go home. We'd done enough shopping so we caught the underground and walked up the hill to my flat.

She sat on the sofa when we'd arranged the few things that we'd bought and I knelt between her legs and leant forward and kissed her. I then reached down and undid her trousers and pulled them off, showing a brief and semi see through pair of panties that she'd put on.

"Why do you always sense what I want or what I'm thinking?" she asked me.

"Because we both want the same things at the same time," I replied. "I don't have to think what to do or say with you. I know that you'll be in agreement almost always. We noticed while shopping that we always chose or liked the same things. I've never had that before with any woman. It's a very nice feeling."

"It's something completely new for me too. I feel so safe and confident with you and you have a way of calming me, particularly when we're making love, that takes me into a world that I never thought could exist."

Whilst we had been talking I was stroking her lovely legs, from her knees up to the bulge of her sex in her panties and back again. Now I started rubbing her sex through her panties and I pushed the fabric between her pussy lips and she pushed back at me. I pushed harder and watched the fabric sliding into her wet entrance, obscenely showing the flesh of her lips and her nice soft hairs on either side of the fabric as it disappeared inside her. She looked hard at me, staring, and moaned with pleasure.

"God, you really know how to turn me on don't you?" she said.

I didn't reply but carried on finger fucking her through her panties, pulling them tight against her clit and hard into the crack of her arse. The whole ensemble, my fingers and her panties, was slipping and sliding as she got wetter and wetter. I then bent down and licked her lips on each side of the panties and then took my fingers out of her pussy, pulled the fabric to one side and there it was in all its beauty, glistening with her juices and I licked and sucked every square inch of her beautiful sex. She held onto my head and pulled me against her and I took her clit into my mouth and sucked, giving her a miniature blow job, and she started thrusting into my face again and moaning. I also put two fingers into her pussy and the third one into her arse which I realised that she liked a lot and then finger fucked her and sucked her as she moaned gently. Suddenly I felt her pussy muscles tighten round my fingers and so I sucked harder and harder on her clit and she cried out and arched her back and I felt a spurt in my mouth as she came and I eagerly drank it all down, pushing and sucking less as her orgasm subsided. I quickly undid my trousers and freed my cock and then put it at the entrance to her pussy and slipped in and we made love like that, her bum on the edge of the sofa and me looking down at her face and her breasts, still covered by her blouse and her bra as I'd only undressed her from the waist down. She looked so beautiful, looking up at me like that, and I just stared at her, feeling an emotion, a love, a complicity and a completeness with this woman that I never thought possible. She looked back at me and read my eyes as I was sliding in and out of her. 

"You love me don't you? she asked.

"Yes. I do," I replied. "What's more, I know that you love me as much as I love you and that is what makes it so good."

"Yes, I do," she said.

I took my cock out just so that the tip was between her lips and then pushed all the way in and then back out again, just resting the tip between her lips before sliding in again. I slowly started picking up speed, still taking my cock all the way out and sliding all the way back in again, making sure that I pushed in as far as possible and, each time that I bottomed out right inside her, she let out a long moan.

"Do it harder," she asked. 

So I did, holding onto her hips so that I could really thrust into her as deeply as possible and the sensation was so intense, so intimate. I thrust harder now and she cried out more with each thrust until she suddenly cried out "Oh yes, I'm there, I'm there. Don't stop, don't stop."

I increased the pace, the pleasure more and more intense for me as well, until I felt her spasm and she tensed up as she came again. I din't come though and was glad of it because I wanted to make love to her more and more during the day. 

What this woman did to me. She had made me want to make love more and more. Normally I was happy with once or twice a week but she just turned me on every time I looked at her. OK, it was just the beginning of our relationship but there was something about her, about us, that I knew would last the distance.

This was proved in the next two days of the weekend when we learnt what it was like being together all the time. We found that we were at ease whatever we did together. We slept either hand in hand or always touching. Often we'd sleep spoon fashion and I'd slip inside her in the night if I was hard and we'd sleep like that. We cooked and cleaned together and we talked together.

We both had to go to work during the week and so we sent SMS messages to each other all the time. When we got back together in the flat, whenever it was that we had time together, we kissed and touched and relaxed and made love. Not always in that order. Sometimes it was gently love and, at other times, I bent her over the table, pulled her trousers down or her sari up, and slipped into her and thrust hard and violently which always brought her to a quick and noisy orgasm.

"I love everything you do to me. Everything. It's wonderful and you just seem to know exactly what to do as well. How has all of this happened?" she asked me as we sat on the sofa, hand in hand.

"It's fate, as we've already talked about," I said.

"You were here for me. I think we've been blessed because there aren't many couples who are so at ease with each other, so naturally together, as we are. I'd love it if you could move in with me permanently. Would you do that?"




My Indian Lady



"Oh yes, of course," she said.

"I've been thinking about the end of the week and having to go back to my flat and I've been dreading it, but scared to tell you. I think, I know, that we could be good together. It's just natural and wonderful. I'll keep my flat on though, just in case. I think that's a good idea, don't you?"

"I suppose so," I said. "I just know, having spent this last week with you, that I don't want to loose you. You make my life complete. Each time I go to work I miss you, or each time you go to work I miss you. A part of me disappears and I need you with me. You could always rent your flat out for a while if you want but, even though we've only been together for a week and haven't known each other all that long, I just know that you're the woman for me."

"Oh yes," she said. "You've taken the woods out of my mouth. I feel exactly the same and it's wonderful. You've opened my life up and you've made me feel complete. I'll keep the flat for now though, I think that's a sensible idea."

"Well, let's go and get all your stuff then shall we?"

"I'll have to leave some things," Eila said. "For example kitchen stuff as you've got everything we'll need. I like saying that 'everything we'll need'. There are other things I can leave too but they'll all be there and just a short distance away."

So we drove down to her flat and got all that was necessary. Fortunately it wasn't all that much and so there was space for both of our things back at my flat.

We carried the cases up and arranged everything and, I have to say, it looked so good with her stuff there. Not much needed in the bathroom because she didn't have make up. We then went out for a celebration meal, and very nice it was too, before coming home. On shutting the flat door I took her in my arms and pulled her to me. I looked into her eyes and she looked back and we just spoke with our eyes. I read love, desire, happiness and contentment in hers and I again felt an enormous wave of emotion enveloping me and tears started coming into my eyes again.

"You're crying again," she said.

"Yes," I said. "I've never cried in my life and now I've done it twice with you. I feel I've arrived. My guardian angel has arrived in my life. You are my angel. I feel complete with you and it's a wonderful feeling."

"I feel complete with you too."

She reached up and kissed me, gently at first but then with more and more love and emotion.

"You and me together," she said. "I'll make sure you never want another woman."

"I wouldn't have enough energy anyway," I said, smiling. "I've made love more times in a week with you than with any other woman. It's incredible how you've turned a switch in me. It's because I've suddenly really found love, and you have too."

"Yes, and I know that it'll last."

We started getting undressed and made gentle love again, talking about our future together.

It's now five years down the line. Eila sold her flat after one year. Our love has grown stronger every day as we've found out more and more about each other. We still make love with the same intensity and we're going to get married next year. She really is the woman of my dreams and, fortunately, I'm the man of her dreams.