Com on man dnt gat disheartened. First remember this is a porn site where 99%people come for a quikie. Most dnt have patience for a slow burn story like urs. They expect the son to fuck his mom, two of his aunt's, 3 sisters and 10 neighbouring bhabis in the space of 5-6000 words. Dnt worry abt them bro. Ur work is sooo much better than those. So please for the rest of us serious readers continue this one. I keep telling u have potential to be nxt pinuram.
Romance My experience with love [Completed]
- Thread starteravsji
- Start date
- 92,688
- Status
- 3,567
- 21,036
- 159
Thanks so much brother! Your kind words are encouraging.
Since I am posting this story concurrently in another forum as well, it wont harm to post it here as well.
But really, I do not expect anything from readers here. They are worthless.
- 3,567
- 21,036
- 159
Later Ma told me that after meeting Kajal she understood why I liked her so much. She told me that she would protect me and Kajal both before anything bad could happen. But she also added that I must find a girlfriend who is unattached.
Story continues now...
Kajal too was in complete agreement with Ma’s point of view. She saw herself as more of my caretaker… a big sister if you will. So, she took it on herself to find me a suitable match. She often used to tell me about the suitable girls in houses where she worked or from her network. Her efforts seemed cute to me, but I asked her to stop… for I might have found one for myself. The first woman, whom I could even begin to consider as my girlfriend, was a foreigner - a Brazilian. Even more interesting was the fact that she was also a woman who I never met in person. Her name was Gabriela (Gabi). We had a chance meeting on one of the very primitive chat rooms at that time. That was when I was in the last year of my engineering. The engineering college had a well-kept computer center, which not many people used. It had good internet connectivity, although you needed to book in advance and pay for it. Since the fee was not too much, I could afford it. Some people used it, and mostly for chatting related activities.
When I graduated and started my new job, I invested in a new personal computer and internet connection (really a dial up connection, which as excruciatingly slow, unreliable, and damn costly around that time). My parents could not really make any head or tail of it, but I found it useful as many of my friends had found jobs overseas (USA, Canada and Europe) and it was fun to be able to talk to them at the same time despite them being in different time zones. They were my coach and guide when it came to the ‘cutting edge’ of the technology. They told me about the chat rooms’ concept, which I think was based on Java? People who know this kind of stuff can tell better. But I was able to afford this luxury because my job paid well, and I hardly had any expenses. Anyway, so I met Gabi during one the chat room related to India. There were hardly any chat rooms related to India then, and I was curious to see what was being discussed on it. What caught my eyes was an intelligent discussion lead by one of the foreigner girls (during those days, people did not really use aliases much and it was way more easier to know about each other just by their screen names).
When we think of Brazil, we think of a country where women wear skimpy bikinis and even show-off their bodies, especially during the world-famous Carnival. We all have seen those bizarre costumes, haven’t we? But it would come as a surprise to all my readers here that contradicting Brazil’s hyper-sexualized global image is rather unknown conservative social underpinning. Some observers rightly noticed the ‘great paradox’ that Brazil is - it is the land of carnival (who has not seen those videos of scantily dressed women), dental-floss bikinis, and plastic surgery. But Brazil is also a place where many traditional attitudes and values persist. I will now digress slightly from the topic, so that I am able to better present my understanding about Brazil and her people. Brazilians are predominantly a mix of three races - indigenous Indians, European settlers, and African slaves. During the recent times, these three races mixed and blended, and therefore they are more open about race-mixing than any other part of the world. Despite that liberal attitude towards race, there is surprisingly an underlying racism. Reports indicate that dark skinned people are less likely to be employed, therefore, are more likely to be poor. But that aside, one thing that seems to bind them all is their love for music and dance. Most of the Brazilians start learning to dance since a very young age.
Okay, I have digressed from the main topic, and should come back to Gabi. She was extremely fascinated by India, her idea and almost anything related to the country. In that zeal, she even joined the Hare Krishna sect, when they set up their shop there. Of course, after that association, her knowledge about India and Hinduism grew tremendously. But her knowledge was very orthodox and kind of outdated. I thought I could also tell a thing or two to her and at the same time can have an ‘international’ friend. In the first few conversations, I could see that she was very intelligent. She had keen observation and amazing ability to develop insights. I liked her mind, her knowledge about India and the different parts of her culture. I liked her stand on several issues and the way she looked at things.
Her questions on several religious topics and her stand on them were the most productive times that I ever spent on the internet. Searching and exploring answers to her questions challenged me intellectually. I will be honest to you – I had a strong desire to be able to see her. But somehow, I just fell short of asking her for her photos. But then, barring the initial few days, I stopped caring about how she looked (she never voluntarily shared her photos at the beginning anyway). I was completely fascinated by her intelligence. Sure enough, I too caught her attention. She shared her email with me, and we started to exchange emails and found that she had a good sense of humor too.
Story continues now...
Kajal too was in complete agreement with Ma’s point of view. She saw herself as more of my caretaker… a big sister if you will. So, she took it on herself to find me a suitable match. She often used to tell me about the suitable girls in houses where she worked or from her network. Her efforts seemed cute to me, but I asked her to stop… for I might have found one for myself. The first woman, whom I could even begin to consider as my girlfriend, was a foreigner - a Brazilian. Even more interesting was the fact that she was also a woman who I never met in person. Her name was Gabriela (Gabi). We had a chance meeting on one of the very primitive chat rooms at that time. That was when I was in the last year of my engineering. The engineering college had a well-kept computer center, which not many people used. It had good internet connectivity, although you needed to book in advance and pay for it. Since the fee was not too much, I could afford it. Some people used it, and mostly for chatting related activities.
When I graduated and started my new job, I invested in a new personal computer and internet connection (really a dial up connection, which as excruciatingly slow, unreliable, and damn costly around that time). My parents could not really make any head or tail of it, but I found it useful as many of my friends had found jobs overseas (USA, Canada and Europe) and it was fun to be able to talk to them at the same time despite them being in different time zones. They were my coach and guide when it came to the ‘cutting edge’ of the technology. They told me about the chat rooms’ concept, which I think was based on Java? People who know this kind of stuff can tell better. But I was able to afford this luxury because my job paid well, and I hardly had any expenses. Anyway, so I met Gabi during one the chat room related to India. There were hardly any chat rooms related to India then, and I was curious to see what was being discussed on it. What caught my eyes was an intelligent discussion lead by one of the foreigner girls (during those days, people did not really use aliases much and it was way more easier to know about each other just by their screen names).
When we think of Brazil, we think of a country where women wear skimpy bikinis and even show-off their bodies, especially during the world-famous Carnival. We all have seen those bizarre costumes, haven’t we? But it would come as a surprise to all my readers here that contradicting Brazil’s hyper-sexualized global image is rather unknown conservative social underpinning. Some observers rightly noticed the ‘great paradox’ that Brazil is - it is the land of carnival (who has not seen those videos of scantily dressed women), dental-floss bikinis, and plastic surgery. But Brazil is also a place where many traditional attitudes and values persist. I will now digress slightly from the topic, so that I am able to better present my understanding about Brazil and her people. Brazilians are predominantly a mix of three races - indigenous Indians, European settlers, and African slaves. During the recent times, these three races mixed and blended, and therefore they are more open about race-mixing than any other part of the world. Despite that liberal attitude towards race, there is surprisingly an underlying racism. Reports indicate that dark skinned people are less likely to be employed, therefore, are more likely to be poor. But that aside, one thing that seems to bind them all is their love for music and dance. Most of the Brazilians start learning to dance since a very young age.
Okay, I have digressed from the main topic, and should come back to Gabi. She was extremely fascinated by India, her idea and almost anything related to the country. In that zeal, she even joined the Hare Krishna sect, when they set up their shop there. Of course, after that association, her knowledge about India and Hinduism grew tremendously. But her knowledge was very orthodox and kind of outdated. I thought I could also tell a thing or two to her and at the same time can have an ‘international’ friend. In the first few conversations, I could see that she was very intelligent. She had keen observation and amazing ability to develop insights. I liked her mind, her knowledge about India and the different parts of her culture. I liked her stand on several issues and the way she looked at things.
Her questions on several religious topics and her stand on them were the most productive times that I ever spent on the internet. Searching and exploring answers to her questions challenged me intellectually. I will be honest to you – I had a strong desire to be able to see her. But somehow, I just fell short of asking her for her photos. But then, barring the initial few days, I stopped caring about how she looked (she never voluntarily shared her photos at the beginning anyway). I was completely fascinated by her intelligence. Sure enough, I too caught her attention. She shared her email with me, and we started to exchange emails and found that she had a good sense of humor too.
- 3,567
- 21,036
- 159
I told her about my experiences living in India, our ways, practices etc. While studying, I was able to visit many nearby hillsides and mountains and I used to share those with her along with the stories from my journeys. I used to scan those images and email them to her. It used to take a lot of time to scan, copy and email, but it was fun. She told me that she would finish her masters level education at the same time as I would finish my bachelors level, and that was hoping to enroll for PhD, hopefully in some good Indian university, because she wanted to pursue research related to Indian culture. Because she was further along in education than me, I knew that Gabi would be at least two or three years older to me. It did not matter to me anyway, because by that time I was aware of my affinity towards women who were older than me. It must have something to do with my over attachment with my Ma. It must have taken her about six months before she finally shared her photos with me. I had already sent her my photos from my travel. She was about twenty-five years old, white female. Her built was athletic and petite - she had a cute pair of 34B sized breasts (this I came to know later… much later) and an equally cute ass. Although she was of small frame as compared to me, it did not really bother me - I was sucked in by the appeal of her personality… and anyway, it was not like we were going to meet - was it? But we continued to share our stories and images when I started my job. There was not much use of that internet anyway. She was very happy to know that I had started my first job and used to ask me regularly about how I was doing, and whether I was liking it.
This time we started to discuss about more personal things. She told me that she came from a rather financially constrained family, and that she had to work very hard to get her education. She could not find the love and care from family that we take so much for granted. Her mother discouraged her for any attempts, be them educational or entrepreneurial and even derided for her pale, thin looks. This initially came as a major shock to me. But later I found out that just as in India, Brazilian social fabric is also leaning towards males. There is major inequality of gender there - women earn only two third of males’ average salaries, and people favor the male children. I told her that the things were same in India as well and that too came from a modest family. But because I was a single child, I may have had it a bit easy. Also, the fact that my education expenses were less, my parents would afford it. But now I had a good job that paid well, and I was happy with it, I can help my parents in living some of their dreams.
Gabi was happy to know all that and wished that she too could do something like that. But she had a strong desire to pursue a PhD, to which I encouraged her to pursue. I told her that if she does not do it, she may regret that decision later. I also encouraged her to come to India and live with me. What are friends for if we can not help each other? Right? I don’t know what she made out of my offer, but she told me that all of these acts of derision from her family, and especially from her mother, took heavy emotional toll on her. Her major outlet for emancipation came in form of sex. She made erroneous judgment calls in finding men, who always wanted just one thing - sex! She too freely gave it to many people and now she repented doing that. Loveless lovemaking is always futile. I would not say that I was not a bit disappointed initially, but when I came to know more about their culture and Gabi’s situation, I understood. And slowly that feeling evaporated. I told her that she should not worry about petty things. Love matters a lot.
In her reply, she said that with me she felt different. She told me that I had liberal mindset, was a good listener, and a very assured and accomplished person for my age. I agreed with most of her assessment. I offered to become her boyfriend, which she gladly accepted. So, we started to have a relationship, which was based on mutual trust, respect, and friendship, and was blooming on the internet. We exchanged very long e-mails, sometimes we even wrote postal mails. We even spoke with each other on ISD calls – that act quickly made me poorer by almost a quarter of my monthly salary, but it was all worth it. She has a sweet voice. We grew to become more comfortable with each other. In one of her postal mails, she shared a few photos in which she was wearing two-piece bikinis, and promised me more, but only when we met in person (was that even possible?).
Before long, we started to refer to each other as lovers, and started to share several intimate details. She once began to get the familiar, unmistakable urge for sex, and indicated that she wanted to have it with me. Gabi told me that she had been celibate since the time we started our little online love affair - this is what she told me, and I trusted her. In Brazil people are very open about their love life; if they say something, they say it because of good faith and mostly tell the truth… in other words, they talk about love and sex, because they mean it. And Gabi meant to do it with me!
This time we started to discuss about more personal things. She told me that she came from a rather financially constrained family, and that she had to work very hard to get her education. She could not find the love and care from family that we take so much for granted. Her mother discouraged her for any attempts, be them educational or entrepreneurial and even derided for her pale, thin looks. This initially came as a major shock to me. But later I found out that just as in India, Brazilian social fabric is also leaning towards males. There is major inequality of gender there - women earn only two third of males’ average salaries, and people favor the male children. I told her that the things were same in India as well and that too came from a modest family. But because I was a single child, I may have had it a bit easy. Also, the fact that my education expenses were less, my parents would afford it. But now I had a good job that paid well, and I was happy with it, I can help my parents in living some of their dreams.
Gabi was happy to know all that and wished that she too could do something like that. But she had a strong desire to pursue a PhD, to which I encouraged her to pursue. I told her that if she does not do it, she may regret that decision later. I also encouraged her to come to India and live with me. What are friends for if we can not help each other? Right? I don’t know what she made out of my offer, but she told me that all of these acts of derision from her family, and especially from her mother, took heavy emotional toll on her. Her major outlet for emancipation came in form of sex. She made erroneous judgment calls in finding men, who always wanted just one thing - sex! She too freely gave it to many people and now she repented doing that. Loveless lovemaking is always futile. I would not say that I was not a bit disappointed initially, but when I came to know more about their culture and Gabi’s situation, I understood. And slowly that feeling evaporated. I told her that she should not worry about petty things. Love matters a lot.
In her reply, she said that with me she felt different. She told me that I had liberal mindset, was a good listener, and a very assured and accomplished person for my age. I agreed with most of her assessment. I offered to become her boyfriend, which she gladly accepted. So, we started to have a relationship, which was based on mutual trust, respect, and friendship, and was blooming on the internet. We exchanged very long e-mails, sometimes we even wrote postal mails. We even spoke with each other on ISD calls – that act quickly made me poorer by almost a quarter of my monthly salary, but it was all worth it. She has a sweet voice. We grew to become more comfortable with each other. In one of her postal mails, she shared a few photos in which she was wearing two-piece bikinis, and promised me more, but only when we met in person (was that even possible?).
Before long, we started to refer to each other as lovers, and started to share several intimate details. She once began to get the familiar, unmistakable urge for sex, and indicated that she wanted to have it with me. Gabi told me that she had been celibate since the time we started our little online love affair - this is what she told me, and I trusted her. In Brazil people are very open about their love life; if they say something, they say it because of good faith and mostly tell the truth… in other words, they talk about love and sex, because they mean it. And Gabi meant to do it with me!
- 3,567
- 21,036
- 159
But what could we do? It was around this time that Ma and Kajal were kind of pressuring me to find an ‘unattached’ girlfriend of my own age. I thought at least at the emotional level, I had bonded strongly with Gabi. I told her that, and she too agreed. She told me that she felt more stable emotionally after she started to talk to me, and in her heart, she considered me her soulmate. I did a little something for her. I got one classy nude shot taken by a professional photographer and posted it to Gabi. In the photo I was sporting a strong, blood-gorged, raging erection, so that she understood how I felt about her. In my latter, I told her that I will make love to her with passion. To which she agreed that I would. She also told me that my penis was more than adequately endowed for her, and that many people in her own country were not as lucky as I was to have such a beautiful manhood. I am sure she added the last bit to make me feel good, because I had read somewhere that Indian men had smaller penises as compared to their westerner counterparts. She told me that she loved my penis’ color; cinnamon is how she described it and hoped that it tasted as good as fresh cinnamon!
Since we were talking about colors of our private parts, it gave me enough courage to ask her the color of her nipples and vagina. I hoped that she did not categorize me for another of that sex-greedy line of men that she met. She told me that she laughed heartily for a long time after reading my desire. She told me that she thought I was not interested in more intimate aspects of her. She also encouraged me to ask her anything without being shy or hesitating, because everything that she had was mine… and that she wanted to be naked with me, to dance for me, and to dance with me, naked. She hoped that one day she was able to do all that and more. And then she wrote that the color of her nipples and her vagina was that of salmon and told me that she was being shy writing all this to me.
After that, in my communications, I always asked her how my salmons were doing, and if she was taking good care of them for me! She always laughed at that reference, which was a kind of code-word for us. She once told me that once imagined cinnamon stick in a salmon flesh and fantasized how my penis would thrust into her warmth. Sometimes, she became very philosophical in her communication. These were the effects of yet another round of ridicule that she suffered at the hands of her mother. She said that she told her mother about ‘us’ and her desire to be with me. She showed her mother my photos - all of them, including that in which I was naked, sporting a prominent erection (I still fail to understand why she did that!). according to Gabi, her mother liked me but told her that she was no match for a solidly built man like me, and she even suggested that perhaps I was looking for an easy romp with a ‘white woman’ (as most Indian men desired white flesh). She humiliated her further by telling her that my penis would tear her. This was such an intimate insult that Gabi became dull and resorted more into her inner cocoon. It took me a lot of persuasion, in email, postal mail, and even a couple of phone calls for her to start coming out of shell again. While chatting with me, she told me all about it and remarked that her position in my life was as that of Radha in Krishna’s life: to be loved and then to be forgotten. It was such a heartbreaking remark. I honestly did not think so. I told her that she had my lifetime of love, and if possible, even marriage, is she was up to it. She was delighted at the suggestion.
At that juncture, I upped my ante and encouraged her to pursue PhD. I took it upon myself to help her realize her dream. I used whatever resources I had (some of my senior colleagues were well connected) and got her enrolled in the research program and even a small scholarship in one of the best universities of India. They even accommodated her despite being a bit late in the academic session, a concession granted because of her foreign student status and because PhD usually takes a long time and also because Gabi had already published a paper on a related topic. Professors in this university were convinced that she would be able to produce a quality research and that she deserved scholarship.
Thus, with a little bit of effort from our side, our destiny played its hand and soon, Gabi was all set to come to India to pursue her PhD. I told to her that she must live with me - a position that was non-negotiable. I also offered her financial help, but she declined saying that she has a scholarship, and she should manage within her means. She added that I was offering her a place to live was a great help. I was slightly disappointed, but since I had succeeded in persuading her to live with me, was a big win. Gabi was extremely happy with my offer to live with me at my house, and gleefully accepted it. My flat was big… too big for just one person. My parents were rare visitors, so it would be nice to have a permanent company!
Since we were talking about colors of our private parts, it gave me enough courage to ask her the color of her nipples and vagina. I hoped that she did not categorize me for another of that sex-greedy line of men that she met. She told me that she laughed heartily for a long time after reading my desire. She told me that she thought I was not interested in more intimate aspects of her. She also encouraged me to ask her anything without being shy or hesitating, because everything that she had was mine… and that she wanted to be naked with me, to dance for me, and to dance with me, naked. She hoped that one day she was able to do all that and more. And then she wrote that the color of her nipples and her vagina was that of salmon and told me that she was being shy writing all this to me.
After that, in my communications, I always asked her how my salmons were doing, and if she was taking good care of them for me! She always laughed at that reference, which was a kind of code-word for us. She once told me that once imagined cinnamon stick in a salmon flesh and fantasized how my penis would thrust into her warmth. Sometimes, she became very philosophical in her communication. These were the effects of yet another round of ridicule that she suffered at the hands of her mother. She said that she told her mother about ‘us’ and her desire to be with me. She showed her mother my photos - all of them, including that in which I was naked, sporting a prominent erection (I still fail to understand why she did that!). according to Gabi, her mother liked me but told her that she was no match for a solidly built man like me, and she even suggested that perhaps I was looking for an easy romp with a ‘white woman’ (as most Indian men desired white flesh). She humiliated her further by telling her that my penis would tear her. This was such an intimate insult that Gabi became dull and resorted more into her inner cocoon. It took me a lot of persuasion, in email, postal mail, and even a couple of phone calls for her to start coming out of shell again. While chatting with me, she told me all about it and remarked that her position in my life was as that of Radha in Krishna’s life: to be loved and then to be forgotten. It was such a heartbreaking remark. I honestly did not think so. I told her that she had my lifetime of love, and if possible, even marriage, is she was up to it. She was delighted at the suggestion.
At that juncture, I upped my ante and encouraged her to pursue PhD. I took it upon myself to help her realize her dream. I used whatever resources I had (some of my senior colleagues were well connected) and got her enrolled in the research program and even a small scholarship in one of the best universities of India. They even accommodated her despite being a bit late in the academic session, a concession granted because of her foreign student status and because PhD usually takes a long time and also because Gabi had already published a paper on a related topic. Professors in this university were convinced that she would be able to produce a quality research and that she deserved scholarship.
Thus, with a little bit of effort from our side, our destiny played its hand and soon, Gabi was all set to come to India to pursue her PhD. I told to her that she must live with me - a position that was non-negotiable. I also offered her financial help, but she declined saying that she has a scholarship, and she should manage within her means. She added that I was offering her a place to live was a great help. I was slightly disappointed, but since I had succeeded in persuading her to live with me, was a big win. Gabi was extremely happy with my offer to live with me at my house, and gleefully accepted it. My flat was big… too big for just one person. My parents were rare visitors, so it would be nice to have a permanent company!
- 3,567
- 21,036
- 159
Gabi was to arrive on one Friday night, which suited me best and gave her a weekend to get her acclimatized to Indian climate. It is never easy for foreigners, wherever they may come from. I was there to receive her at the airport. I remember long agonizing wait (I hate waiting for people at the railway stations or at the airport) before she appeared in the aisle!
Gabi was as slim as her photos suggested. She had dark auburn hair tied into a ponytail. She was wearing a thin off-white shirt and a pair of light-blue denim jeans. It was easy to notice her black bra from her shirt. She clutched the handle of her suitcase protectively. Her face had a startled, anxious expression - not surprising for she was out of her country for the first time and experiencing India could be a daunting task for anyone new. Her eyes swept quickly around her. She was not carrying too many bags. I understood how hard it was for her to manage everything on her own, and I had a hard time in convincing her to come to India in the first place. I assured her that as her ‘better-half’, I had rights to help her and if she wished, she could always pay me back. I pursued that line for several weeks, and then only she agreed. She even asked me how much I paid my maid, so that she could take her place and get paid for that work! I told her that I loved my maid very much and would not like to let her go! That poor girl was so unsure that she was not able to decide whether coming to India was the right thing to do, despite proclaiming that we were lovers. Anyway, it was good that I had broken through and finally, my wait was over.
I felt a warm glow wash over my face as soon I saw her. I broke into a wide smile and called to her,
"Gabi! Here!" I waved frantically to get her attention.
The moment she saw me, her face lit up and she started to run towards me.
"Honey!!" she screamed. Her voice was heavily accented. She looked like a shipwrecked sailor about to be rescued. Relief, joy, excitement replaced the terrified expressions.
"Honey!" she repeated as I rushed up to her. How emotional she had become seeing me!
So much love! I knew I too loved her so much! Almost screaming she ran towards me, leaving her luggage trolley behind and jumped on me. I lifted her in my embrace - in a way that her legs were wrapped around my waist and her arms around my neck. What happened next was slightly embarrassing for me as everyone was watching. She planted her mouth on mine and started to kiss me hard, with open mouth! I took a few seconds to recover from this assault and then I responded. I too gave her deep French Kiss. I was clasping her around the waist and pressing my lips against hers, kissing her passionately, moving my lips and sucking my tongue into the heated pit of her mouth. I had not kissed anywhere close to this intensity in my whole life, and it had an obvious effect. My penis started to harden. People around were looking at us amusingly, and curiously, some were surely thinking that we were a married couple.
"Gabi….?"
"Hmm mmm?" she was lovingly looking into my eyes - she looked way more beautiful than how she looked in her photos.
"You look ravishing! And I am so happy that you are here with me!"
"My Heart! Everything that I have is yours. Please believe me that I don’t ask you of anything in return… Just your love…"
"Gabi, you’re a gift… from God! And I love you so much!!"
We must have exchanged many more sweet pleasantries, most of which I don’t remember right now. But finally, we broke our embrace and gathered her luggage from the trolley, hauled them to the parking, and put them in my car. I usually drive fast, but that day, I wanted that drive to last. I drove slowly. A light, romantic music was playing on my car’s stereo, which she also seemed to enjoy. She touched me lovingly during the drive. She always admired how I looked and how strongly I was built. Today she did not want to let go of the opportunity to feel the muscles of my arms, chest, and thighs. When she touched my thighs, it tickled - partly in response to her touch and partly in anticipation of what she would do next. I hoped that she would feel my penis, and she did not disappoint. As if reading my mind, her palm reached over my penis,
"My cinnamon…" she said, smiling. It was already hardening.
"Do you want to be free of this stupid fabric?" she was not talking to me; she was talking to ‘it’ now.
I wanted something like this to happen. She unzipped the zipper and reached for the flesh through my underwear. In a matter of seconds, her hand freed my penis, and it felt the cold from the air-conditioner. Gabi gasped looking at my rigid, fully erect penis for the first time in the flesh. It stood straight up from my crotch, the foreskin was stretch a bit backwards and its head was gleaming wetly with my pre-cum, fully erect and hard as a railroad spike. She wrapped her palm and fingers around the shaft, as if to gauge its thickness.
"Do you know honey," she started; her voice clearly hoarse with sexual excitement, "… you have much more than what I can handle. My vagina is tiny as compared to this… monster…" she was talking and squeezing and milking my penis at the same time.
Gabi was as slim as her photos suggested. She had dark auburn hair tied into a ponytail. She was wearing a thin off-white shirt and a pair of light-blue denim jeans. It was easy to notice her black bra from her shirt. She clutched the handle of her suitcase protectively. Her face had a startled, anxious expression - not surprising for she was out of her country for the first time and experiencing India could be a daunting task for anyone new. Her eyes swept quickly around her. She was not carrying too many bags. I understood how hard it was for her to manage everything on her own, and I had a hard time in convincing her to come to India in the first place. I assured her that as her ‘better-half’, I had rights to help her and if she wished, she could always pay me back. I pursued that line for several weeks, and then only she agreed. She even asked me how much I paid my maid, so that she could take her place and get paid for that work! I told her that I loved my maid very much and would not like to let her go! That poor girl was so unsure that she was not able to decide whether coming to India was the right thing to do, despite proclaiming that we were lovers. Anyway, it was good that I had broken through and finally, my wait was over.
I felt a warm glow wash over my face as soon I saw her. I broke into a wide smile and called to her,
"Gabi! Here!" I waved frantically to get her attention.
The moment she saw me, her face lit up and she started to run towards me.
"Honey!!" she screamed. Her voice was heavily accented. She looked like a shipwrecked sailor about to be rescued. Relief, joy, excitement replaced the terrified expressions.
"Honey!" she repeated as I rushed up to her. How emotional she had become seeing me!
So much love! I knew I too loved her so much! Almost screaming she ran towards me, leaving her luggage trolley behind and jumped on me. I lifted her in my embrace - in a way that her legs were wrapped around my waist and her arms around my neck. What happened next was slightly embarrassing for me as everyone was watching. She planted her mouth on mine and started to kiss me hard, with open mouth! I took a few seconds to recover from this assault and then I responded. I too gave her deep French Kiss. I was clasping her around the waist and pressing my lips against hers, kissing her passionately, moving my lips and sucking my tongue into the heated pit of her mouth. I had not kissed anywhere close to this intensity in my whole life, and it had an obvious effect. My penis started to harden. People around were looking at us amusingly, and curiously, some were surely thinking that we were a married couple.
"Gabi….?"
"Hmm mmm?" she was lovingly looking into my eyes - she looked way more beautiful than how she looked in her photos.
"You look ravishing! And I am so happy that you are here with me!"
"My Heart! Everything that I have is yours. Please believe me that I don’t ask you of anything in return… Just your love…"
"Gabi, you’re a gift… from God! And I love you so much!!"
We must have exchanged many more sweet pleasantries, most of which I don’t remember right now. But finally, we broke our embrace and gathered her luggage from the trolley, hauled them to the parking, and put them in my car. I usually drive fast, but that day, I wanted that drive to last. I drove slowly. A light, romantic music was playing on my car’s stereo, which she also seemed to enjoy. She touched me lovingly during the drive. She always admired how I looked and how strongly I was built. Today she did not want to let go of the opportunity to feel the muscles of my arms, chest, and thighs. When she touched my thighs, it tickled - partly in response to her touch and partly in anticipation of what she would do next. I hoped that she would feel my penis, and she did not disappoint. As if reading my mind, her palm reached over my penis,
"My cinnamon…" she said, smiling. It was already hardening.
"Do you want to be free of this stupid fabric?" she was not talking to me; she was talking to ‘it’ now.
I wanted something like this to happen. She unzipped the zipper and reached for the flesh through my underwear. In a matter of seconds, her hand freed my penis, and it felt the cold from the air-conditioner. Gabi gasped looking at my rigid, fully erect penis for the first time in the flesh. It stood straight up from my crotch, the foreskin was stretch a bit backwards and its head was gleaming wetly with my pre-cum, fully erect and hard as a railroad spike. She wrapped her palm and fingers around the shaft, as if to gauge its thickness.
"Do you know honey," she started; her voice clearly hoarse with sexual excitement, "… you have much more than what I can handle. My vagina is tiny as compared to this… monster…" she was talking and squeezing and milking my penis at the same time.
Last edited:
- 3,567
- 21,036
- 159
I was already at the height of my sexual tension. I had not masturbated for the past 3 days, as I was ‘saving myself’ so that I could ‘perform’ well with Gabi. But now the same was giving me trouble. There was real danger of ejaculating soon, while I wanted to take a lot of time before doing that. I stopped the car and parked it on the curb.
"Gabi, if you do not stop it soon, I will come in your hand."
"Is that so, honey? Good!" saying that, she leaned and took my penis in her mouth.
She started to suck and tug alternately, and slowly, as any fast friction will bring about an immediate ejaculation, and she knew it. The warmth of her mouth of my penis, and the sweet erotic service made me swoon with pleasure. I was hanging in there by sheer willpower. I somehow found a secluded spot and stopped the car. Gabi worked slowly and gently extending the moment for me. She herself was aroused by the animal smell emanating from my sack. She pulled the skin back and tickled my glans using her tongue as she continued to suck. She sucked lovingly until she knew that I was about to explode. It came too quickly. The first spurt began inside her mouth, and she continued to suck. She did not choke, and continued sucking - emptying it, and even drying it completely, and then she pulled away.
"Was it good for you, honey? You liked it?" she asked.
Liked it! God! I was floating. I just nodded, smiling. It took me some time to regain my senses and breathing before I started to drive again.
When we reached my house, it was late at night. Obviously, Kajal had already gone; she had cooked a few special dishes as per my request and kept them neatly in microwavable containers for reheating later. My flat was at the top floor, which was really the third floor. It had nice vista of the neighborhood, and the breeze came inside easily and with plenty of Sun and rain. The openness of my flat was a problem in summers, and fantastic during other seasons. We got her stuff inside the house and I carried it inside the second room for her, while she waited in the hall. She was still waiting and standing when I returned.
"Oh, Gabi!" I exclaimed, "Where are my manners? Please sit down. Be comfortable."
She laughed and said, "No honey! Please don’t be formal. I am just amazed at how you have decorated and maintained this place! It looks beautiful!"
"I will convey this compliment to Kajal!" I said smilingly. Gabi knew about Kajal and her influences over me. Of course, I did not give her the full account of Kajal’s ‘intimate influences’ over me. That was for later.
"Please sit!" I continued.
"Honey, I would like to take a bath first. It has been such a long journey. I am too tired and smelly."
"Oh sure! The bathroom is just besides the hall. If you want to use the toilet, use the other door. But we don’t use toilet tissues… we use water-spray." I added laughingly.
Gabi winked at me, "I know as much! Ha ha." and proceeded towards the bathroom. She swiftly began to unbutton her shirt, as if she was peeling it off. Next, she unzipped her jeans, which fell to the floor. She was wearing matching black panties (I have already told you that she was wearing black bra). She simply hurried off to the bathroom to freshen up. Gabi took her time and emerged fresh only after 45 minutes. I was starving. In the meantime, I had reheated all the delicious food that Kajal had prepared. Gabi emerged and exclaimed,
"What a delectable aroma! God! I am so hungry!"
She was wearing a light green colored cotton nightie. It had spaghetti straps and small floral prints. It fitted her nicely, although the top seemed to have slightly low neckline. It was tight enough not to have any loose fabric, and still allowed her to move easily. There was nothing sexy about it though, as it a piece of clothing in which you can open the door to someone unknown.
She continued, "Just one minute more honey." and went to her room. She returned with a bottle of a fine Brazilian wine - something they call, the ‘vinho fino’ (fine wine). It was an expensive port wine.
She said, "Thank you so much for having me!" and handed over the bottle to me.
"You’re most welcome!" I started simply, but I thought about the unintentional double meaning of her sentence, and added, "I think I will be glad to have you." and winked.
She smiled and complained, "English!"
The meal was delicious and became even more enjoyable by our small talks. Somewhere along it, I kept thinking about the fellatio (oral sex) that she gave to me in the car. Its effect was that by the time dinner was over, I was sporting a hard on.
She obviously noticed it and whispered in my ear, "Honey, do you want to make love to me?"
"Yes, of course I do." I confessed.
She kissed me on the lips and said, "You know I love you… don’t you honey?"
I nodded - where is this going?
She laughed, "All I am saying is that I also want to make love to you… possibly even more than you want to do it to me. But before we do that, I wish that you want me - not only my body - it is all yours already, but also my soul and my being. When that happens, we will make love."
I looked at her quietly and she noticed that I did not deny what she said.
She smiled, "Till then, my marido, just this." and kissed me hotly on my lips.
I sighed. The erection was gone. There was no need of any more stimulants. I needed to sleep, so I kissed her good night and went to my room. Gabi on the other hand was looking refreshingly beautiful. In Brazil, it would be only early afternoon around this time, so she was not feeling sleepy. I do not know when she left for her bed.
Marido in Portuguese means husband. At that moment, I did not know what it meant. But interestingly, Gabi already considered me her husband. Interesting, isn't it?
"Gabi, if you do not stop it soon, I will come in your hand."
"Is that so, honey? Good!" saying that, she leaned and took my penis in her mouth.
She started to suck and tug alternately, and slowly, as any fast friction will bring about an immediate ejaculation, and she knew it. The warmth of her mouth of my penis, and the sweet erotic service made me swoon with pleasure. I was hanging in there by sheer willpower. I somehow found a secluded spot and stopped the car. Gabi worked slowly and gently extending the moment for me. She herself was aroused by the animal smell emanating from my sack. She pulled the skin back and tickled my glans using her tongue as she continued to suck. She sucked lovingly until she knew that I was about to explode. It came too quickly. The first spurt began inside her mouth, and she continued to suck. She did not choke, and continued sucking - emptying it, and even drying it completely, and then she pulled away.
"Was it good for you, honey? You liked it?" she asked.
Liked it! God! I was floating. I just nodded, smiling. It took me some time to regain my senses and breathing before I started to drive again.
When we reached my house, it was late at night. Obviously, Kajal had already gone; she had cooked a few special dishes as per my request and kept them neatly in microwavable containers for reheating later. My flat was at the top floor, which was really the third floor. It had nice vista of the neighborhood, and the breeze came inside easily and with plenty of Sun and rain. The openness of my flat was a problem in summers, and fantastic during other seasons. We got her stuff inside the house and I carried it inside the second room for her, while she waited in the hall. She was still waiting and standing when I returned.
"Oh, Gabi!" I exclaimed, "Where are my manners? Please sit down. Be comfortable."
She laughed and said, "No honey! Please don’t be formal. I am just amazed at how you have decorated and maintained this place! It looks beautiful!"
"I will convey this compliment to Kajal!" I said smilingly. Gabi knew about Kajal and her influences over me. Of course, I did not give her the full account of Kajal’s ‘intimate influences’ over me. That was for later.
"Please sit!" I continued.
"Honey, I would like to take a bath first. It has been such a long journey. I am too tired and smelly."
"Oh sure! The bathroom is just besides the hall. If you want to use the toilet, use the other door. But we don’t use toilet tissues… we use water-spray." I added laughingly.
Gabi winked at me, "I know as much! Ha ha." and proceeded towards the bathroom. She swiftly began to unbutton her shirt, as if she was peeling it off. Next, she unzipped her jeans, which fell to the floor. She was wearing matching black panties (I have already told you that she was wearing black bra). She simply hurried off to the bathroom to freshen up. Gabi took her time and emerged fresh only after 45 minutes. I was starving. In the meantime, I had reheated all the delicious food that Kajal had prepared. Gabi emerged and exclaimed,
"What a delectable aroma! God! I am so hungry!"
She was wearing a light green colored cotton nightie. It had spaghetti straps and small floral prints. It fitted her nicely, although the top seemed to have slightly low neckline. It was tight enough not to have any loose fabric, and still allowed her to move easily. There was nothing sexy about it though, as it a piece of clothing in which you can open the door to someone unknown.
She continued, "Just one minute more honey." and went to her room. She returned with a bottle of a fine Brazilian wine - something they call, the ‘vinho fino’ (fine wine). It was an expensive port wine.
She said, "Thank you so much for having me!" and handed over the bottle to me.
"You’re most welcome!" I started simply, but I thought about the unintentional double meaning of her sentence, and added, "I think I will be glad to have you." and winked.
She smiled and complained, "English!"
The meal was delicious and became even more enjoyable by our small talks. Somewhere along it, I kept thinking about the fellatio (oral sex) that she gave to me in the car. Its effect was that by the time dinner was over, I was sporting a hard on.
She obviously noticed it and whispered in my ear, "Honey, do you want to make love to me?"
"Yes, of course I do." I confessed.
She kissed me on the lips and said, "You know I love you… don’t you honey?"
I nodded - where is this going?
She laughed, "All I am saying is that I also want to make love to you… possibly even more than you want to do it to me. But before we do that, I wish that you want me - not only my body - it is all yours already, but also my soul and my being. When that happens, we will make love."
I looked at her quietly and she noticed that I did not deny what she said.
She smiled, "Till then, my marido, just this." and kissed me hotly on my lips.
I sighed. The erection was gone. There was no need of any more stimulants. I needed to sleep, so I kissed her good night and went to my room. Gabi on the other hand was looking refreshingly beautiful. In Brazil, it would be only early afternoon around this time, so she was not feeling sleepy. I do not know when she left for her bed.
Marido in Portuguese means husband. At that moment, I did not know what it meant. But interestingly, Gabi already considered me her husband. Interesting, isn't it?
- 3,567
- 21,036
- 159
When I got up, it was late morning - about 9:30 am. I had overslept by more than three hours. I immediately went to check on Gabi. She was sleeping - so peacefully. Her nightie’s hem had risen high enough and was tantalizingly close to showing her private parts. As I mentioned earlier also, I sleep naked and therefore, I was naked. There was no need to hide from Gabi anyway. At the sight of bare legs, my penis grew instantly hard. I just could not tear my eyes away her shapely legs, and her sweet body. The nightie was a snug fit, and I was able to make out her figure well. I moved towards her slowly and gently grabbed one of her feet. Her toenails were a light pink color and her skin felt so smooth and soft.
And then it struck me. I had not realized before that moment how beautiful Gabi was! Not only she was incredibly sexy, but also her beauty was innocent. I ached to kiss her soft lips, but somehow controlled the urge. I sat next to her stroking her hair and very gently caressing her angelic face. I felt extremely warm inside, and then suddenly could not fight it any longer. I leaned down and placed my lips on her very gently hoping not to wake her up. It was a soft kiss and Gabi still laid there - asleep. I stood there looking down at her.
‘God! She is so beautiful!’ I thought and longed to see more of her. I pushed the hem of her nightie a little higher and stood there in amazement looking at a very beautiful vagina. It was hairless and very small and appeared tight. She had a long slit. I was surprised that her sex was not blatant, as her vagina lips were tightly closed together, and folded mostly inside, with no visible mons. It was interesting because I expected a well-fucked woman like her to have more ‘obvious’ vagina. I swallowed hard. What I was doing was not only immoral, but also a breach of her trust. I pulled the hem down and left her room.
"Never do that again", it was Kajal, standing on the door of the room, "… never breach the trust of a girl."
I halted. She was right.
"Give her some time, and she will allow you access to her everything. In fact, she will welcome you." Kajal continued.
It is amazing how women’s sixth sense work. I still wonder how she managed to guess that Gabi and I had not yet had sex! I swallowed hard. My throat was parched. Kajal, although she was smiling, her voice had enough admonition to stop my immoral act. I got up and stood near her. It was emotionally draining experience. True I loved that girl, and so I should wait. She herself had told me that she would make love to me, but when the time is right - when I love more than just her body. But my body was demanding it. My penis stood upright with raw sexual excitement. Kajal noticed that too. I was now sporting the best morning woody.
"Well, I will treat your condition - don’t worry!" she murmured.
She grabbed my hand, and motioned me from Gabi’s room into my bedroom, and closed the bedroom door behind us. Before she could do a thing, I stopped her with a hot kiss, and started to undress her, fast - almost in an animalistic manner. Could you believe that during all the intimacy that we displayed, we never ever kissed? Her lips foretold her arousal, and soon she was rubbing her pelvis against my thigh, as I disrobed her. But I did not have enough success there. Kajal stopped me.
"Wait! I have a better plan for you." Kajal smiled sweetly at me, pushed me to sit on the bedside, dropped to her knees, and took it inside her mouth.
"Ooooohhhhh!" I thought as I felt a multitude of erotic sensations around my penis.
In the next few moments, a big part of my length was inside her hot slick mouth. The thickness was causing her some discomfort, but she was not letting go now. Then she started to bob her head up and down, allowing my penis to slide in and out of her mouth and across her tongue. In just a matter of seconds, I had lost all realization about time. I gazed down lovingly at Kajal’s pretty face slide up and down my length. I did not know that Kajal knew this art, and in fact she was well-practiced. So, I was receiving my second fellatio in under twelve hours!
‘That is so nice... almost hypnotic!’ I thought.
My penis in Kajal’s mouth was a soothing sight, while at the same time, the incredible sensations she was producing in my penis were wildly arousing. I really liked the experience! Suddenly I felt different. While maintaining the bobbing motion, Kajal sent her tongue to probe all around the head of the penis, then up and down the shaft, all the while recording my reactions. I started to groan, as Kajal licked just under the head, flicking it, and tickling it with her tongue.
"Yes..."
She briefly released the penis to suck on my testicles. First one, and then the other… and then both together! I LOVED that! Then she switched back to the penis.
"Oh God!" I groaned. "That’s... gooood!"
I was now weakening fast. My whole body was twitching with ecstasy; my breathing was becoming short and irregular. Kajal knew that my face was showing those funny expressions when a guy is about to cum. She looked up and a brief smile appeared across her lips.
I erupted, finally.
I shot my first big load straight down her throat, and the quickly two more sizable shots. She did not release my penis and kept sucking everything that I gave. Two more small spurts later, I was finished.
"Oh God!" I exclaimed, dumbfounded. "That was... amazing!"
She still did not release it and continued with some gentle sucking and tonguing while my orgasm fully subsided. Only then she released it. Amazing - my second fellatio in less than 12 hours! Things have never been better! She then stood up and looked at me straight in the eye, playfully smiling.
"Thank you!" I managed to continue, "I also want to return this favor."
Kajal smiled very pleasingly, "Later. Not now."
And then it struck me. I had not realized before that moment how beautiful Gabi was! Not only she was incredibly sexy, but also her beauty was innocent. I ached to kiss her soft lips, but somehow controlled the urge. I sat next to her stroking her hair and very gently caressing her angelic face. I felt extremely warm inside, and then suddenly could not fight it any longer. I leaned down and placed my lips on her very gently hoping not to wake her up. It was a soft kiss and Gabi still laid there - asleep. I stood there looking down at her.
‘God! She is so beautiful!’ I thought and longed to see more of her. I pushed the hem of her nightie a little higher and stood there in amazement looking at a very beautiful vagina. It was hairless and very small and appeared tight. She had a long slit. I was surprised that her sex was not blatant, as her vagina lips were tightly closed together, and folded mostly inside, with no visible mons. It was interesting because I expected a well-fucked woman like her to have more ‘obvious’ vagina. I swallowed hard. What I was doing was not only immoral, but also a breach of her trust. I pulled the hem down and left her room.
"Never do that again", it was Kajal, standing on the door of the room, "… never breach the trust of a girl."
I halted. She was right.
"Give her some time, and she will allow you access to her everything. In fact, she will welcome you." Kajal continued.
It is amazing how women’s sixth sense work. I still wonder how she managed to guess that Gabi and I had not yet had sex! I swallowed hard. My throat was parched. Kajal, although she was smiling, her voice had enough admonition to stop my immoral act. I got up and stood near her. It was emotionally draining experience. True I loved that girl, and so I should wait. She herself had told me that she would make love to me, but when the time is right - when I love more than just her body. But my body was demanding it. My penis stood upright with raw sexual excitement. Kajal noticed that too. I was now sporting the best morning woody.
"Well, I will treat your condition - don’t worry!" she murmured.
She grabbed my hand, and motioned me from Gabi’s room into my bedroom, and closed the bedroom door behind us. Before she could do a thing, I stopped her with a hot kiss, and started to undress her, fast - almost in an animalistic manner. Could you believe that during all the intimacy that we displayed, we never ever kissed? Her lips foretold her arousal, and soon she was rubbing her pelvis against my thigh, as I disrobed her. But I did not have enough success there. Kajal stopped me.
"Wait! I have a better plan for you." Kajal smiled sweetly at me, pushed me to sit on the bedside, dropped to her knees, and took it inside her mouth.
"Ooooohhhhh!" I thought as I felt a multitude of erotic sensations around my penis.
In the next few moments, a big part of my length was inside her hot slick mouth. The thickness was causing her some discomfort, but she was not letting go now. Then she started to bob her head up and down, allowing my penis to slide in and out of her mouth and across her tongue. In just a matter of seconds, I had lost all realization about time. I gazed down lovingly at Kajal’s pretty face slide up and down my length. I did not know that Kajal knew this art, and in fact she was well-practiced. So, I was receiving my second fellatio in under twelve hours!
‘That is so nice... almost hypnotic!’ I thought.
My penis in Kajal’s mouth was a soothing sight, while at the same time, the incredible sensations she was producing in my penis were wildly arousing. I really liked the experience! Suddenly I felt different. While maintaining the bobbing motion, Kajal sent her tongue to probe all around the head of the penis, then up and down the shaft, all the while recording my reactions. I started to groan, as Kajal licked just under the head, flicking it, and tickling it with her tongue.
"Yes..."
She briefly released the penis to suck on my testicles. First one, and then the other… and then both together! I LOVED that! Then she switched back to the penis.
"Oh God!" I groaned. "That’s... gooood!"
I was now weakening fast. My whole body was twitching with ecstasy; my breathing was becoming short and irregular. Kajal knew that my face was showing those funny expressions when a guy is about to cum. She looked up and a brief smile appeared across her lips.
I erupted, finally.
I shot my first big load straight down her throat, and the quickly two more sizable shots. She did not release my penis and kept sucking everything that I gave. Two more small spurts later, I was finished.
"Oh God!" I exclaimed, dumbfounded. "That was... amazing!"
She still did not release it and continued with some gentle sucking and tonguing while my orgasm fully subsided. Only then she released it. Amazing - my second fellatio in less than 12 hours! Things have never been better! She then stood up and looked at me straight in the eye, playfully smiling.
"Thank you!" I managed to continue, "I also want to return this favor."
Kajal smiled very pleasingly, "Later. Not now."
Thanks for the updates. Have patience. With time this story is gonna be counted among the very best in all the desi forums.
- 3,567
- 21,036
- 159
धन्यवाद भाई! हिंदी में एक कहावत है, 'का वर्षा, जब कृषि सुखानी'. मेरा मतलब शायद आप समझ गए होंगे।
वैसे आपकी बात सुन कर अच्छा लगता है।
बाकी यहाँ के पाठकों को जब तक अपनी अम्मा चोदने / चुदाने से फुर्सत मिलेगी, तब तक शायद मेरी यहाँ लिखने की तमन्ना ख़तम हो चुकी हो।
- Status