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Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
I don't know if you'll be interested in my story because I'm not Indian. I'm a 32 year old married white English woman, but a couple of years ago something happened with a young Indian guy and I can't forget it.
My husband was working away a lot that year and I couldn't manage all the gardening work on my own. One day a leaflet came through the door. It was from a young guy who was trying to earn some money to go to college and was offering to do gardening and other odd jobs. I phoned him and he came round to the house.
He was very young, only just 18, and he was one of the most beautiful young men I've ever seen. He was slim and tall and had lovely dark brown skin and eyes, and black hair. He seemed very shy and had a nice smile. I explained what I needed doing and he said he'd come back in a couple of days.
He came and started work and after a while I went to take him a cool drink. He had been working hard and was sweating, and the smell of his body began to excite me. I was wearing a blouse that was quite tight across my chest and showed some cleavage, and I could see him looking at it. I knew he would be able to see my nipples pushing against the fabric of the blouse because they were going hard like buttons. We talked for a bit and then I left him to carry on working. When he had finished I asked him to come back another day to do some more and he agreed.
That night, alone in bed, I couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about him. I was so aroused that I had to put both my hands between my legs and play with myself. I gave myself three orgasms and while I was cumming I was imagining him.
I thought about him for the next few days and I decided that when he came again I was going to try to seduce him.
It seemed a long time until then, but at last he arrived and went into the garden to work. Soon after, I went to join him and helped him for a while. I worked close beside him and I made sure that our bodies touched sometimes. He was wearing shorts and a vest top. I wore a tight top that showed the shape of my breasts and I saw him looking at them. I also saw that he had something hard in his shorts. One time, when he thought I wasn't looking, he put his hand down there to push it into a more comfortable position. I asked him if he had a girlfriend and he said no, he'd never had one because his family thought he should spend his time studying. I think they were quite strict with him.
After a while I said I was going for a shower and he should come to the house for his money when he had finished. I had a shower, dried myself, and put on a black bra and panties with a thin silk robe over them. I knew he'd be able to see my underwear through the robe. I put on some scent too. I was very, very excited. My nipples were hard and showed through my clothes, and I couldn't keep my panties dry.
I heard him come in downstairs and I called down to him to wash his hands in the kitchen, take off his shoes and come upstairs. When he got to the top of the stairs I called him into my bedroom. When he saw me, he looked at me all over and I could feel his eyes moving all over my body, trying to see through my silk robe; but especially where my bra and my hard nipples were showing through it. I looked at him too, and I saw the shape of his erection in his shorts.
I said to him "Sit down. Your muscles must be tired. I'll rub some oil into them for you." He smiled shyly and sat on the edge of the bed. I got a bottle of massage oil and rubbed some into his shoulders. My hands moved under his vest top and I said, "Let me take that off for you." He didn't resist me, and I took it off him. He was slim and muscular. He was breathing heavily and I could see the veins in his neck throbbing. Again I smelled the sweat on his skin and I could feel my hands shaking. I rubbed oil all over his back and chest, running my hands and fingers over his soft skin and feeling the muscle underneath, and as I rubbed I came very close to him, put my arms around him, and pressed my breasts gently against him. He turned towards me and as he did so my breasts rubbed over his skin. I said, "We're getting oil on my robe," and I stood up and let it slip off my shoulders to the floor. I was standing in front of him with nothing on but my panties and bra. He was looking at me, up and down, and I was shaking all over. I was crazy for him and I knew I wanted him to have me, to do everything to me.
He was sitting on the edge of the bed with his legs together. I came towards him and sat astride his knees, facing him with my legs open. I put my arms around him and pulled him close to me. When I kissed him, he kissed me back, and put his arms around me. Our skin touched and we could feel one another's hearts beating so fast.
We kissed and kissed, and then I stood up, reached behind me, and unhooked my bra. I let it drop to the floor and showed him my full breasts. I pulled him to his feet, and pressed my naked breasts against his body. Then I took his hands and put them on my breasts and made him stroke them and play with my nipples.
I knew I couldn't wait much longer, and I didn't want him to cum either before he was where I wanted him; so I knelt down in front of him and slowly unfastened his shorts. I reached my hand carefully inside and took out his beautiful cock. It was just like his body: long, and slim. It was even darker than the rest of his skin, and he had short, strong, black pubic hair. Before I married I'd slept with many other men, but I'd never seen such a beautiful cock and I thought I'd go mad if I couldn't have him. I took it in my fingers and brought it to my mouth, and began to lick and kiss it, pulling the skin back so he could feel my lips and tongue all over the naked head. He was gasping now, and his hands came onto my head, forcing me down so I was taking nearly the whole length of it into my mouth and throat. He was starting to thrust and I could feel it stiffening even more and I didn't want him to cum like that so I pulled my head back and squeezed it for a minute, while I pulled his shorts down so he could step out of them, and kissed his stomach and thighs. Then I stood up again. I had only my black panties on. Slowly I hooked my fingers into the waist and pushed them down my legs and over my feet. We were facing one another, both naked. He looked at me, his eyes wide. He told me afterwards that he thought all white women were shaved, or had no hair between their legs. I think he'd only seen photos of models, and never a real woman. He was the first new, naked man I'd seen in eight years, and I didn't care about being married, I needed him so much. We put our arms around each other, his dark skin on my white skin. My breasts were pressed against him and his cock was hard against my stomach. I pushed it down between my thighs and although he was taller than me its tip reached my wet cunt lips and pressed on my clit. I was burning. He started to thrust again. His cock was hot on my clit and I could feel my orgasm beginning to build. I could have stayed like that and let him make me cum, and let him cum there and spill his seed over my thighs and my cunt lips, though I felt as if I might fall and I was already hanging on tight to him; but I knew I was taking his virginity and I wanted him to have everything. I pulled away and lay down on the bed, on my back. I opened my knees wide and spread my thighs as far apart as they would go, so that he could see everything. "Take me now," I begged him. "Put it in me and take me. Please. Please now."
And then my beautiful, beautiful Indian boy came on top of me, and I saw his dark, swollen cock pointing right at me between my thighs, and I took it in my hand and guided it into my hungry pussy; and at last, at last, I felt it slip inside me and he pushed it all the way in and my muscles tightened on it.
I held him between my thighs and as he started to thrust in and out and in and out I pressed against him so that his pubic hair rubbed over my clit, and after only a few strokes my belly and my thighs caught fire and before I knew what was happening I was cumming all over his cock and I was crying because it was so beautiful. I watched his slim, dark hips rocking between my white legs and I felt his dark cock moving in my cunt and he thrust and thrust faster and faster, panting and gasping, sweating, until he cried out and arched his back and I felt the spasms in his cock as he jerked and cummed inside me and filled my belly with his sperm, pumping and pumping it into me.
After it was over he tried to pull out of me but I put my hands on his butt to stop him and whispered to him to stay there. We were both covered in sweat and we kissed and kissed and he fondled my breasts. He was still hard inside me and I whispered to him "Do it again, I want it slow and deep, please do it again," and he did, moving his hips gently but letting me feel how strong he was. I squeezed his butt muscles with my hands, they were so hard and round, and I watched him fuck me and thought what a slut I was, a married woman opening her legs and begging this Indian boy to fuck her and fuck her again, and letting him shoot his cum into her; and I couldn't help it - I had another huge orgasm that went right into my fingers and toes , and he came almost at the same time, spilling more of his seed into me. And we kissed some more, and then we did it again…
When we finally got up from the bed, his cock was wet and gleaming, and as I stood up streams of his cum ran out of me and down my thighs. He had to go then, but I told him, "Darling, you can come and have me whenever you want. Please come and have me again. I want you so much."
He promised he would. And he did, all through that summer. I can tell you more about us if you want to know but I'm not sure if you want a white woman writing things here. Ever since then I've been really turned on by Indian men and I was so glad to find this site.
If you want to ask me for more you can tell me: jaye_b78@hotmail.co.uk. You can tell me how it makes you feel and whether you think I was bad to do it but please be gentle and respectful or I'll block you.
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