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23/01/2016
I was attending a wedding meal at an old Tudor mansion to the north of London. The organisers had put me next to an Indian lady in her late 40's. She was beautiful,- smooth-skinned and shapely. The name card gave her name as' Anila'.
Her English husband, seated opposite me across the circular table, was very drunk, and was paying an embarrasing amount of attention to a beautiful Indian girl seated next to him. It was obvious that his wife was angry with his behaviour, and I wondered if I could turn the situation to my advantage.
The level of conversational noise was such that I could speak to my Indian lady without being overheard.
I leaned towards her and whispered;
"Anila, I've wanted to kiss you for the past hour and a half,- If you'd like that, just follow me upstairs to the loos. Wait for a minute after I've gone."
She looked into my eyes and blushed slightly, but didn't seem offended.She looked across the table to where her husband was obviously holding the hand of the Indian beauty below the table. He didn't seem to be aware of anything else.
I got up and went though into the next room, which had stairs leading to the loos, The room had curtained alcoves along one side,each with a bay window. I waited near the stairs, and after a very long minute the door opened and Anila walked through and crossed the room to me.
Without speaking I took her hand and led her to one of the alcoves at the end of the room, out of the general route to the toilets upstairs. It was quite dark in the alcove.
I put my hands on her waist and pulled her towards me. She didn't resist, but lifted her face to mine and we kissed. Her lips were soft and sweet-tasting and her tongue flickered against mine. After two or three minutes it must have become obvious to her that I had a throbbing hard-on.I pulled her closer, rubbing my swollen trouser-front against her mound. She started to move her hips, returning the pressure against my painfully erect cock.
I moved my right hand to her breast, feeling her nipple harden under my fingers.
"May I kiss your nipple"? I asked quietly. In reply she nodded and lifted her loose silk blouse and lifted her bra so that her breast was bare. I checked the room for spectators,- no-one in our half of the room, so we moved further into the alcove and pulled the curtain part-way closed. I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked it hard,- I could feel it stiffening under my tongue.
She was breathing heavily, and her hand rested on my chest, brushing my nipples through my shirt. I undid a button to let her fingers slip through to my bare nipples.
"Pinch them, love"! I gasped, and she obeyed, causing my cock to swell even more..I ground my rigid shaft hard into her mound, then I decided to 'go for broke', and gently slipped my hand inside the front of her slacks, then inside her knickers until my trembling fingers felt hot wet hair..She gave a quiet gasp of pleasure as my middle finger slipped into her hot cunt, rubbing her clit,which I could feel was large and swelling as I teased it.
She rubbed my erection for a few seconds, then deftly unzipped me and slid her hand down my stomach to grasp my cock,sliding my foreskin down as she pulled my prick out of my boxer shorts.
Then to my delighted surprise, she pulled down the waistband of her slacks and pulled my nob so that its swollen head was pushing against her soaking gusset. She rubbed my juices over her knickers, then whispered;
" Would you like to come into me?"
"God, yes!" I husked, whereupon she pulled her slacks and knickers down far enough for me to ram my cock into her hot slit. She was so ready for it, I could feel her juices as I slid up inside her, and she thrust her cunt hard onto my cock until my balls were tight against her slit.
"Oh! Fuck me hard,- Push! Harder!"she gasped.
Checking again that there was no-one within earshot, we fucked furiously, and within seconds she gave a soft scream as she came, followed by me a few seconds later. My ejaculation filled her with hot cum,which squished out of her slit and oozed down her leg.
"I'm going to have to clean myself up",she whispered,-" I'll see you back at the table"
I kissed her slowly and deeply, then tucked everything away and made my way back to the dining hall and sat down. Anila's husband was nowhere to be seen. It transpired that he'd gone out into the garden to be sick.
After a few minutes Anila returned to her seat. She smiled at me and whispered that she'd had to use the hair dryer in the women's loo to dry her slacks.- "But I've still got your cum all over my panties" she gave a quiet laugh,"They're sopping wet".We sat down at the table.
I gazed into her eyes,- she really was beautiful. Moving my chair a little closer to hers, I surreptitiously placed my right hand on her thigh, and started to caress her mound and slit. Anila smiled at me and whispered "That's nice, why don't you put your finger inside?" she moved closer to the table so that the cloth covered her from her waist down. She lifted her bottom slightly and slid her slacks down a few inches.I leaned towards her as if listening.and slid my fingers inside her slacks and between her legs,-she was hot and sticky. I finger-fucked her until she shivered.."If you carry on I'm going to cum again,-someone might notice"
I withdrew my sticky fingers and licked them - delicious!
Shortly afterwards her husband returned to his seat, looking dreadful..Anila leaned to me and whispered " I wish you were coming home with me, we wouldn't get any sleep! I'm going to wear these panties tonight and finger myself thinking of this evening and you."
"I'm honoured" I replied, "Lets both be awake masturbating at 3 A.M. so we can share the pleasure!.
We exchanged phone numbers and email addresses, promi
Her English husband, seated opposite me across the circular table, was very drunk, and was paying an embarrasing amount of attention to a beautiful Indian girl seated next to him. It was obvious that his wife was angry with his behaviour, and I wondered if I could turn the situation to my advantage.
The level of conversational noise was such that I could speak to my Indian lady without being overheard.
I leaned towards her and whispered;
"Anila, I've wanted to kiss you for the past hour and a half,- If you'd like that, just follow me upstairs to the loos. Wait for a minute after I've gone."
She looked into my eyes and blushed slightly, but didn't seem offended.She looked across the table to where her husband was obviously holding the hand of the Indian beauty below the table. He didn't seem to be aware of anything else.
I got up and went though into the next room, which had stairs leading to the loos, The room had curtained alcoves along one side,each with a bay window. I waited near the stairs, and after a very long minute the door opened and Anila walked through and crossed the room to me.
Without speaking I took her hand and led her to one of the alcoves at the end of the room, out of the general route to the toilets upstairs. It was quite dark in the alcove.
I put my hands on her waist and pulled her towards me. She didn't resist, but lifted her face to mine and we kissed. Her lips were soft and sweet-tasting and her tongue flickered against mine. After two or three minutes it must have become obvious to her that I had a throbbing hard-on.I pulled her closer, rubbing my swollen trouser-front against her mound. She started to move her hips, returning the pressure against my painfully erect cock.
I moved my right hand to her breast, feeling her nipple harden under my fingers.
"May I kiss your nipple"? I asked quietly. In reply she nodded and lifted her loose silk blouse and lifted her bra so that her breast was bare. I checked the room for spectators,- no-one in our half of the room, so we moved further into the alcove and pulled the curtain part-way closed. I took her nipple into my mouth and sucked it hard,- I could feel it stiffening under my tongue.
She was breathing heavily, and her hand rested on my chest, brushing my nipples through my shirt. I undid a button to let her fingers slip through to my bare nipples.
"Pinch them, love"! I gasped, and she obeyed, causing my cock to swell even more..I ground my rigid shaft hard into her mound, then I decided to 'go for broke', and gently slipped my hand inside the front of her slacks, then inside her knickers until my trembling fingers felt hot wet hair..She gave a quiet gasp of pleasure as my middle finger slipped into her hot cunt, rubbing her clit,which I could feel was large and swelling as I teased it.
She rubbed my erection for a few seconds, then deftly unzipped me and slid her hand down my stomach to grasp my cock,sliding my foreskin down as she pulled my prick out of my boxer shorts.
Then to my delighted surprise, she pulled down the waistband of her slacks and pulled my nob so that its swollen head was pushing against her soaking gusset. She rubbed my juices over her knickers, then whispered;
" Would you like to come into me?"
"God, yes!" I husked, whereupon she pulled her slacks and knickers down far enough for me to ram my cock into her hot slit. She was so ready for it, I could feel her juices as I slid up inside her, and she thrust her cunt hard onto my cock until my balls were tight against her slit.
"Oh! Fuck me hard,- Push! Harder!"she gasped.
Checking again that there was no-one within earshot, we fucked furiously, and within seconds she gave a soft scream as she came, followed by me a few seconds later. My ejaculation filled her with hot cum,which squished out of her slit and oozed down her leg.
"I'm going to have to clean myself up",she whispered,-" I'll see you back at the table"
I kissed her slowly and deeply, then tucked everything away and made my way back to the dining hall and sat down. Anila's husband was nowhere to be seen. It transpired that he'd gone out into the garden to be sick.
After a few minutes Anila returned to her seat. She smiled at me and whispered that she'd had to use the hair dryer in the women's loo to dry her slacks.- "But I've still got your cum all over my panties" she gave a quiet laugh,"They're sopping wet".We sat down at the table.
I gazed into her eyes,- she really was beautiful. Moving my chair a little closer to hers, I surreptitiously placed my right hand on her thigh, and started to caress her mound and slit. Anila smiled at me and whispered "That's nice, why don't you put your finger inside?" she moved closer to the table so that the cloth covered her from her waist down. She lifted her bottom slightly and slid her slacks down a few inches.I leaned towards her as if listening.and slid my fingers inside her slacks and between her legs,-she was hot and sticky. I finger-fucked her until she shivered.."If you carry on I'm going to cum again,-someone might notice"
I withdrew my sticky fingers and licked them - delicious!
Shortly afterwards her husband returned to his seat, looking dreadful..Anila leaned to me and whispered " I wish you were coming home with me, we wouldn't get any sleep! I'm going to wear these panties tonight and finger myself thinking of this evening and you."
"I'm honoured" I replied, "Lets both be awake masturbating at 3 A.M. so we can share the pleasure!.
We exchanged phone numbers and email addresses, promi
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