1 comments/ 10491 views/ 1 favorites Three Weeks in Kathmandu Ch. 02 By: mayadevi One morning I suggested to Kumar that we visit the Changu Narayan temple, located high on a hill to the east of Kathmandu. I was fascinated with the unique Nepali style of architecture, and Changu, dedicated to the god Vishnu, was one of the oldest and most important temples in the Kathmandu valley. It was a clear, sunny late spring day, with a light breeze, and I wanted to enjoy being outdoors with the man I was increasingly becoming enchanted with. It had been a few days since we had first made love, and in the days since, we had spent hours in each other's arms, getting to know each other and what gave us pleasure. Kumar and I took a bus to the base of the hill and we began the slow climb upwards. "Are you sure you don't want to take a bus up?" he asked. "It's such a gorgeous day - I want to enjoy the sunshine and fresh air. I promise if you climb up with me I'll make it worth your while when we get to the top," I said, running my fingers along his arm and looking into his eyes. He smiled and kissed me softly. He had no idea that I planned on enjoying more than architectural delights on top of Changu hill. I was glad we had decided to walk rather than ride - the trail was lined with lush vegetation, brilliantly colored flowers, and trees alive with mynah birds and crows. Villagers worked in the fields, and the air buzzed with iridescent blue dragonflies. Little yellow and white butterflies flew amidst the flowers, one landing on my arm. "You know it's good luck, don't you?" Kumar said, smiling. "I can't imagine being luckier than I am right now, being in this beautiful place with you." When we reached the top, we were both exhausted and hungry. Before walking a further step, we decided to eat lunch. The restaurant was the small village type where the only item on the menu was dal bhat tarkaari(rice and lentils with vegetables, the Nepali national dish) and it was so small there were only two tables. Both were empty. When the sahuni(owner) went to get our food, I leaned close to Kumar and whispered in his ear, "You can't imagine how much I want to suck your lado right now." I ran my tongue along the inner edge of his earlobe, a move which I had discovered made him instantly hard - a glance at Kumar's reddening face and my hand on his jeans confirmed it. "Later, mero maya," he said, as the sahuni brought our dal bhat and cold, refreshing lassi to wash it down. He had taught me to eat the Nepali way, with my right hand, mixing everything together and scooping the food up with my fingers and pushing it into my mouth with my thumb. It was awkward at first, especially since I am left handed, but eventually I learned how to get more food into my mouth than on the table. Kumar laughed, "Ha, ahile timi mero nepali keti chhau?"(Are you my Nepali girl now?) Refreshed and relaxed, we walked around, taking in all the sights of the temple complex. The temple was made completely of wood in the unique multi-level pagoda style which originated in the Kathmandu valley and spread to the rest of Asia. The details of the carvings depicting deities, fantastic animals and geometric patterns were so intricate, I could have spent hours looking at them. "Let me tell you something interesting about this temple, Tara. You know that the king of Nepal is supposed to be an emanation of Vishnu, hunchani?" I nodded. "Well, since the temple contains a very powerful image of Vishnu which is considered to be the same as the god himself, the king is not allowed to enter it. It wouldn't make sense for Vishnu to see his own self, would it? Not that it matters much now, most Nepalis don't consider the current king to be very godly..." We walked around the outside of the temple, and I wondered how these wooden carvings were kept in such good condition for centuries, especially considering the heavy monsoon rains. Kumar pointed up, grinning. I looked at the top level of the roof, and saw that the finely carved figures ornamenting it were locked in different sexual positions, enough to illustrate the entire Kama Sutra. There were even carvings of women coupling with dogs and horses and other more mythical animals. He brushed his lips against my ear, whispering, "Do they give you any ideas?" "Maybe..." I cleared my throat and wondered how I would say what I wanted to now. "Kumar..." "Yes, Tara..." "Do you think it's crazy to have a fantasy about having sex outside, where people might discover you?" "Hmm, no, I've never really considered it myself, but you know, that sounds really hot." I looked straight into his deep brown eyes and brushed my hand over the growing bulge in his jeans, never breaking my gaze. He looked down, smiled, laughed softly and said, "No, you don't want to...here?...where?" "Let's look around..." The Changu Narayan temple was not just one building but a complex of shrines and outbuildings, some of which, upon inspection, seemed to have not been used for years, maybe even centuries. We found a dark passageway or tunnel which seemed to be uninhabited. From inside we could see the occasional passerby walking past the entrance, but we were pretty much undisturbed. From the temple we could hear distant chanting and drumming, the rhythm arousing me even more. Kumar pulled me to him hungrily in the half-darkness, his tongue parting my lips, his hands squeezing my ass. For someone who had been so reluctant a little while ago, he had sure warmed up to my idea - I could already feel his lado hard and insistent against my body. He put his hand under my skirt, parting my legs, running along the soft skin of my inner thigh. His eyes opened wide and he smiled when he discovered I wasn't wearing any panties. "You had this planned all along, didn't you?" "Mmm-hmm..." "Oh, Tara, mero taato, ramri keti(my hot, beautiful girl)..." he whispered, nuzzling my neck. "I've never had a girl want me so much, you make me feel like the luckiest man in the world..." He pushed up my t-shirt and the lacy camisole I was wearing underneath. My nipples were already hard when he took one, then the other into his mouth, circling his tongue around them and sucking them softly while he fingered my puti. 'You are so hot for me, now I am going to make you even hotter." he whispered, kissing me. He pushed me back so I was leaning against the wall, sitting on the narrow ledge conveniently built into it. He knelt on the ground in front of me, pushed up my skirt and parted my thighs with his hands. He kissed the soft skin of my inner thigh, then stroked his tongue up and down along the edge of my puti, making me gasp. By now I didn't care if we were discovered, it was too thrilling feeling the breeze against my hot, bare, shaved puti, my back against the wall, my skirt up above my knees, Kumar's eager tongue between my thighs. My moans and sighs of pleasure echoed against the brick walls as he slowly licked my wet, waiting puti as if we had all of the time in the world. "Kasto guliyo chha..(so sweet)" he whispered. His tongue gently circled my hard, sensitive clit, taking care not to put too much direct pressure on it, knowing just how to prolong the deliciously intense sensations until I moved my hips so his tongue was positioned right on my clit...I was coming so hard, I put my hands on Kumar's head, bucking my hips up and down against his tongue as he flicked it back and forth... "Oooooohhhh, Kumar, don't stop, don't stop, right there...oooooohhhhh, aaaaahhhhh!!!!" I came in torrents, Kumar sucking my juices as they ran down my thighs. When my breathing slowed down, I looked at Kumar and said, "Now, it's your turn, baby." He kissed me, sweeping his tongue into my mouth, and I tasted my nectar on him, exciting me even more. He stood up and I got down on my knees. I unbuckled his belt and unzipped his jeans so they fell around his ankles His lado was massively erect, and I pulled down his briefs so that it was freed. It was so hard that it pointed toward the sky. I couldn't wait to feel it in me, but I wanted to suck it first, knowing how much he loved feeling my lips and tongue on him. It excited me as much as it did Kumar. I loved stroking and sucking his lado - it was so thick and smooth and a luscious shade of milk chocolate brown. I wrapped my left hand around his shaft and pushed back his foreskin with my right, sticking out my tongue to lick the drops of precum from the tip. He moaned as I swirled my tongue along the edge of his cock head, then licked a few times along the highly sensitive underside, which made him beg for mercy... Then I took his whole lado in my mouth and moved up and down...Kumar put his hands on my head, moving his hips faster and faster, sighing, "Oh Tara, what you are doing to me..." After a few seconds of this he pulled his lado out of my mouth and gasped, "Ahile malai timisanga chikna man lageko chha."(I want to fuck you now) I too was aching to feel his lado inside me. Kumar pushed my ass onto the ledge, lifted my left leg with his right hand, and parted my puti lips with his fingers. "You're so hot and wet for me, hunchani?" He took his lado in his hand and traced around the entrance of my puti with the tip, brushing my clit with it, moistening it with my juices, teasing me as he looked into my sea-green eyes with his velvet brown ones. "Tell me what you want, Tara, I want to make you beg for it..." "I want you to put your lado in me, malai bessari chika(fuck me hard), oh God, please..." He put his hands under my ass and thrust into me once, making me cry out, then he pulled out all but the tip of his lado, teasing again, then plunging back all the way into me, again and again...I felt on the verge of coming again and moved my hips to meet him, my excitement driving him to fuck me faster and faster. "Malai chika! Malai chika!",(fuck me) I cried out as he groaned, his hips smacking against mine as we came simultaneously. We were so loud I was sure people could hear us at the bottom of the hill. As we cooled down, we looked at each other. I smiled and said, "Aren't you glad I dragged you up here?" He kissed me, smiled, nodded and said "Mero maya, can I ask you just one little favor?" "What?" "Could we please take the bus downhill?" "No problem, Kumar. You'll need even more energy for what we will be doing when we get home." Three Weeks in Kathmandu Ch. 03 It was my last week in Kathmandu, and I was crying inside thinking soon I would have to leave Kumar forever. Already I could not imagine my life without him. I called long-distance and begged for more time off and managed to extend my trip by another 2 weeks just so I could spend more time with him but eventually it got to the point where I had to leave or risk losing my job. In the last month I had spent all of my time with Kumar exploring so many beautiful places, sharing our love and dreams. Not only did I spend time with him but also his family who lived near Pashupatinath temple. I was surprised when his mom took a liking to me, having heard so many horror stories about Indian and Nepali moms acting horribly to potential daughters, even threatening suicide if their son married a woman of a different caste, even more so if she was a foreigner. I figured her kindness was probably because I had no real chance at marrying him -- I was his fling with a foreigner before marrying the high-caste Nepali girl(a virgin, naturally) his mom would pick out for him. Despite how kindly she would act to my face, deep inside I knew she felt I was like another species and he would never go against her wishes. It tore my heart apart thinking of him marrying another girl, but I took small comfort in knowing that he probably would not love her but was only bound by duty to his family. It was a system which I could never understand and it broke my heart. For the time being I was treasuring the time I was spending with Kumar -- whatever happened with our relationship, I knew there was no way I could ever forget him. One morning Kumar said he was taking me to Nagarkot, a beautiful, quiet scenic spot high on a hill east of Kathmandu where you could have incredible views of the Himalayas. . "I know you have been wanting to go there with me but we haven't had the chance. I want to take you there now -- I promise you will never forget this day in your life. It will be magic." "With you every day is magic. I have never been so happy in my life." In the afternoon we took a bus to Bhaktapur and then found a taxi to take us up the hill. We both sat in the back seat, huddled together as the taxi navigated the bumpy mountain road, the radio playing the latest Kollywood blockbuster soundtrack. The sky was clear and blue and the scenery was incredible -- rolling hills covered in lush greenery and in the distance a glimpse of snow mountains. "You can't imagine what I want to do to you when I get you alone up there." Kumar whispered softly as he ran his hand along my leg. "I think I have some idea." I was so excited I felt like tearing his clothes and mine off that very moment. When the taxi came to the main market area we were besieged by touts grabbing at our bags, each offering to take us to the 'best guest house in Nagarkot' where they'd give us 'best price, special for you'. Kumar brushed them aside, telling me he had already made all arrangements. "Don't worry about anything, your Maya has taken care of everything. I want to take you all the way to the top of the hill -- the view is unbelievable from there." After climbing further uphill for another ten minutes we reached the Mountain Sunrise guest house. Kumar had already paid for the room and had the key in hand "This is a special surprise for you, maya,:" He opened the door and immediately I was greeted bu the intoxicating scent of rose and jasmine. There were flowers on the tables, even in the bathroom. The bed was strewn with tiny jasmine buds and rose petals. "Oh, Kumar, you remembered..." Earlier I had told him that my fantasy was to make love on a bed covered with flowers. He smiled and led me to the window. He opened the curtain and I saw we had an incredible view of the snow mountains. "I wanted everything to be perfect tonight -- it's a very special night as you'll see. See, there's even a bathtub -- that's not something you see too often in Nepal. And don't worry, we are on the top floor and there is nobody else on this floor,so nobody will hear anything." He grinned. We stood next to the window taking in the magnificent view of the snow-capped Langtang Range and Kumar put his hand under my chin and looked into my eyes, two lovers on the roof of the world. He kissed me, first softly, then more deeply, drawing me tight against him. His mouth tasted of cinnamon and cloves from the masala chiyaa he loved to drink throughout the day, and his clean masculine scent was tinged with the lingering fragrance of sandalwood incense. Our hands explored each other's bodies as we grew more and more hungry for each other. I was wearing a green silk salwar kameez which clung to my curves and set off my fair skin, green eyes and waist-long, deep auburn hair. Underneath I wore a black, lacy bra and panties, the sight of which I knew from experience would drive Kumar wild. Finally Kumar pulled away gently, took my hands in his and said, "Let's take our time -- I want to love you all night long. I'd like to get something to eat, we'll need our energy. You relax and I'll go to the restaurant and bring back some food." Kumar went out and I decided to freshen up for him. I ran a bath in the tub and added some jasmine bath crystals. As I soaked and washed my body I thought of Kumar's hands and mouth on me and I felt so turned on I wanted to touch myself but I decided to be patient and wait. I felt like the second he touched my puti I would cum. I dried myself off and dressed only in my lace bra and panties with a silk bathrobe loosely covering me. A few minutes later Kumar came back with a plate of steaming vegetable momos(dumplings) with tomato achaar, two cups of hot masala chiyaa, and some cut-up mango. The food smelled heavenly and I realized I was quite hungry. I took a sip of the tea and the cinnamon and clove scent filled my nostrils -- forever after this scent would remind me of Kumar. He picked up a momo from the plate, dipped it in the spicy achaar and held it up to my mouth. I ate it from his fingers, sucking the last drops of achaar from his fingers as if I was sucking on his lado. We fed each other the delicious momos and sipped the hot, spicy chiyaa. Finally we ate the mango, sweeter and more juicy than any mango I had ever tasted. Kumar took a piece of mango and dripped the juice on my neck and the top of my breasts, then bent down to lick it off, tracing it with his tongue along my neck, ending with a deep, mango-flavored kiss. We stood and put the tray away and lit a few candles near the bed, again gazing out the window. It was now sunset and the sun was setting the snow mountain peaks on fire as we set each other on fire. Kumar kissed my neck and slipped my bathrobe off my shoulders and cupped my lace-covered breasts in his hands. I grabbed at his shoulders, wanting to feel his skin against mine. I pulled his red polo shirt out of his jeans and he slipped it over his head -- now I could revel in his velvet-smooth, brown chest and arms. Kumar slipped my bra straps over my shoulders and unhooked my bra. He squeezed my breasts gently and I loved the sight of his brown hands on my fair skin, my rose-pink nipples standing fully at attention. I moaned as he gently sucked and tongued first one, then the other. "Oh Kumar, Kumar..." I reached to unbuckle his belt and he stepped out of his jeans, revealing a pair of blue briefs completely stretched out by his huge erection. I knelt down in front of him and pulled down his briefs so his big, thick brown lado was ready for my attention. I swirled my tongue around the swollen purple tip of it and Kumar moaned , even more when I wrapped my lips around it and started moving my head up and down, from time to time teasing him with long ice cream licks along the length of his shaft. He buried his fingers in my hair, moving his hips as I took my sweet time sucking, licking, teasing, loving him. After a while he pulled away and said, hoarsely, "Lie down, I want to make you cum first. Relax and let your Raja give you what you've been waiting for." To be continued... Three Weeks in Kathmandu Ch. 04 Kumar gazed at me as I lay back on the bed, crushing the flowers so their sweet fragrance filled the air. I was wearing only a pair of black lace panties and I know he was excited by the sight of the sheer black lace against my fair, curvy ass. I raised my hips as he pulled them off, leaving me completely naked and ready for my Raja. I felt completely relaxed yet totally aroused -- my body hungered for the man who was now standing above me, his beautiful bronze body outlined by candlelight, gazing me with love in his big chocolate-brown eyes and a sweet smile as I waited for him. He kissed me softly, moving down to kiss my breasts -- I responded by running my fingernails lightly down his back and he shivered. He kissed my belly, tonguing my belly button for a while and then moving down to my puti, already wet and on fire for him. I gasped as he parted my thighs and licked my puti up and down as he looked up at me, teasing me. "I know what makes my Tara happy." he said, kissing the silky, sensitive skin of my inner thighs. I felt so hungry for him it was unbearable and still he kept teasing me, bringing me close to the edge and then backing away. Finally when I could take no more he flicked my clit with his tongue and I cried out, He buried his face between my thighs, licking my amrita which was already wetting my legs and puti lips. He rubbed his nose against my clit as he licked along the edge of my puti, and I spread my legs wide and buried my fingers in his long, shiny black hair that was tickling my thighs, starting to buck against him and arching my back as I felt my orgasm coming from deep inside me. He then began licking my clit faster as I begged him to not stop. 'Oh, Kumar, na rokna, na rokna...' I shuddered in complete, blissful release then sighed deeply as he came back up to kiss me and I could taste my amrita on his lips. We held each other for a few minutes, feeling like we were loving each other in a fragrant garden on the flower-covered bed. Kumar took my hand and wrapped it around his lado, so smooth and hard and perfect. I started to move back down so I could have another taste of him, but he stopped me. "Maya, I am so excited and I want to be inside of you -- I want you to come on top of me so I can worship my Devi." Kumar lay back on the bed, looking into my eyes as I guided his big, rock-hard lado into my puti, so tight and wet and ready for him. He felt so big inside of me, filling me completely, hitting all of my most sensitive spots, and I felt like I couldn't control myself much longer. I felt so sexy and beautiful as he looked up at me and ran his hands all over my body, I held onto the headboard as I started to ride him, at first slowly rocking my hips up and down, back and forth, my hungry puti squeezing him tightly. Kumar squeezed my ass as I moved faster, moaning as I felt like I was cumming. bending down low so my breasts were in his face and as Kumar tongued my nipple it pushed me over the edge. I moaned loudly as my orgasm shook my body like a mountain avalanche, my puti spasming around Kumar's lado again and again. Afterwards I collapsed in his arms, his lado still buried in my wet puti. He then gently motioned for me to get down on the floor.. I knew what he wanted and got down on my hands and knees on the thick Tibetan rug, arching my back so my curvy ass and tight, wet puti were exposed to his loving attention. He stood for a while, apparently enjoying the view, then took his hard cock in his hand and traced it up and down my wet puti lips. He always was the tease. I moaned, 'Aahh, maya, ma timro lado chahinchhu, malai dina, malai dina...' He said, 'Yes maya, that's right, timilai yo dinchu,' and then thrust his lado into my puti once, hard, then slowly, slowly in and out, enjoying the sensation. I think he felt like he was doing something slightly forbidden and his excitement made me feel that much hotter and I begged him. "Ah Kumar, malai chika, malai bessari chika!", arching my back so he could thrust all the way into me. With that encouragement he started to fuck me faster and faster, his breath coming in short gasps. I felt like I was about to cum again and I guided his hand to stroke my clit which sent me into blissful tremors once more.. I felt him shudder and move faster as he came into me and moaned,"Oh Tara, meri Rani..." We stood still where we were for a few seconds and then went back to lay on the bed. We were quiet for a few minutes, cuddling and simply enjoying being together and then Kumar spoke. "Mmm, you know what I love about you? When you're at my parents' house you're like the perfect proper Nepali girl, modest and respectful, but when we're alone you're saying all these hot, sexy things -- in Nepali. God, Tara, I love you so much, you make me so happy. Maya, remember I brought you up here to tell you something." "As you've hinted." "You know my family likes you very much..." "Really?" "My Aama talks about you so much. She is even trying to learn English so between your Nepali and her English you can better understand each other." "And?" "When you leave Kathmandu I don't want you just leaving as my friend and lover." "What do you mean?" "I can't let you go, Tara. This past month has been the most wonderful time of my life. I want to share my life with you forever. When you come back I want to marry you. Now you know why I wanted everything to be perfect tonight. I promise I will do my best to make all your dreams come true. You only have to say yes." He smiled. I felt like crying from happiness but I still had my doubts. 'But what about your Brahmin family? Surely they have some nice Nepali kanchi picked out for you?' 'I have already discussed everything with my parents, They love you and want you to be a part of our family. They want me to be happy and they see how happy you have made me. They see you as half Nepali already." "Oh Kumar, yes, yes, yes!!!" There were tears in his eyes as he held me close and kissed me. "Oh Tara, meri beuli, my beautiful bride....Before you leave we will have our engagement party at our house with all of my family and friends. Then even though we will be separated by mountains and oceans, our hearts will still be united. When you come back we will have a beautiful wedding at Vajravarahi temple. You will wear a red sari like my true Rani, you will be so beautiful." Now I just need to ask your Aama to show me how to make dal bhat and masala chiyaa like a good Nepali wife -- I need to know how to keep my man happy." "You already know how to make me happy in the bedroom -- too happy." He smiled and pulled me close to him so my head was resting on his chest. I could feel his heart beating and his arms sheltered me. This was the happiest night of my life. How could I imagine that three weeks in Kathmandu could turn into forever?