Wednesday, March 27, 2013

An Indian Princess - Part 3 SeXStoRY

Her fingertips were soft, and smelled sweet - likely from her soap or hand lotion. Since she had not recoiled to any of my controlled advances, I gently pulled her by the hand I'd just kissed, and guided her to me. As we went belly to belly, I leaned forward and gave her the most gentle kiss I've likely ever given. As our breath blew on each others' faces, she very softly moaned - just a bit. From that, I kissed her again, this time a little more prolonged and a little more f***eful. It was the first time I'd every kissed a woman from that region of the world. Not wanting to scare her off, I backed off again, sat on the sofa, and said "We'd better decide what this night is going to be!" She looked at me longingly, and said "I'm not going anywhere - are you?" I asked her if that meant not even going to the pool. Her reply was, "What need for that - we already have one!" I told her I would leave the room while she changed into her bathing suit (though I'd have preferred she not put it on). Surprise! She said, "Not needed - how about you?" I asked if she was sure, and she responded by unbuttoning her top. So much for asking questions. I responded in kind, turning to run water into the whirlpool. While the water ran, we divested ourselves of our garment. Even though I'm a fairly worldly guy, I still did not want to be too much for this charming woman. She was not a one-night stand, and I knew it from the start. She could've stopped at any time, and I would still have celebrated the gift I'd been given. Alas, she did not stop. When we were both unfettered by clothing, we slipped into the whirlpool. Once settled in, I pushed the button for the jets. It was a very aggressive agitation, and the bubbles and flow literally pushed us around. I wasn't sure if my tingling was from the whirlpool or being in the whirlpool with this Indian princess. We began to touch feet, wiggling our toes with each other. That soon led to stroking each other's feet with our own. I slid my foot up one of her legs, and she slid forward to meet me. That caused my foot to run up the inside of her thigh, and I shuddered with delight. Since that was a pretty good clue, I asked if I could join her "on her side of town." She just smiled and reached out her hand. I slid over to join her - our hips touched - and we grasped each other as though we would be swept away by the flow of the water. Kisses and embraces ensued, and we soon found the strategic spots of each other's bodies. What a bath it was. Within minutes, I jerked my head toward the bed while making eye contact with her. My message was apparently clear, for she noded and dipped her eyes downward in coquettish fashion. I stood, stepped onto the bath mat, and helped her out of the tub. Drying her off was wonderful, for she is a very curvy woman, and soft. After drying, she shivered. I quickly embraced her to warm her a bit. That worked well, but she slightly pushed me toward the bed. We slid under the covers, and just held each other for a bit - for she was still chilled. I did my best to warm her up. To Be Continued . . .

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