I Was Powerless
It was a new project and we were very excited.My job was to study the behavior of the tribal people on the Lakshadweep islands.a very rare tribe called the rathman tribe.we were six people altogether included me and my husband. Yea I am married. Zayn and I are happily married for 2 years now. His looks had me captured and he was very fun loving. Moving on to my sexual needs I was amazingly satisfied. At 5’6 I could take all of my husbands stamina. Id have him exhausted at occasions. My body is a perfect slim ,but besides my low stature, my curves took away breaths of other bachelors. When we arrived at the rathman island my husband took off with two other guys to study the local topography. I was arranged a meeting with the tribe head. I was guided by the tribals to their leaders hut. Many tribals just followed me and stared at my breasts . I had worn a push up bra ,that made my sufficient breasts a little more attractive. I did that for zayn ,but the tribals seemed to have the best of it. My shirt hung till my waist ,where my shorts almost ended. That exposed much of my fair legs. I felt very exposed. A tribal took me to the hut and guided me to the door . Then took off after taking a last look at my breasts. I entered the hut through the open door. A man stood at the far end of the spacious hut. An athletic figure,with just a loin cloth on his body. He was topless like the rest of the tribals. But his abdomen and chest were perfectly toned. His eyes looked right at my body. His face was perfect ,his head was shaved and there was no facial hair. He scanned my chest. He was the kind of guy who made committed women have second thoughts. But I was reminded of my job and stopped admiring his body. “Hello!! You must be riya,”he said. I was taken aback by the fact that he could speak English and he knew my name.”aaaaa. Yes,the tourism authorities must’ve informed you”. He smiled his sexy smile.” we dont need the authorities,”his voice was very pleasing. He came close , grabbed my hand and planted a kiss on my wrist.”this is how they greet a lovely lady in the west,dont they??”. He made me smile, and surprisingly, he made me blush. “Very impressive,”I said in a teasing manner.”that is our job. Pleasing our guests,”he said that with pride and a smile on his face.” my name is a little big,you can call me alan,the name I got when I studied in goa. An educated ,handsome and chivalrous tribal head had all my attention. He then accepted all my questions. I noted down all about their lifestyles. We talked like old friends .many times he touched my lap. But I didnt mind that. ” A last question. Tell me all about marriages?”I asked. “We dont get married,” he said.”if a man is attracted to a woman he performs a ritual describing his need to bond with the female. And if the lady accepts it she will perform a ritual . Only Then can they meet.”he said with his eyes piercing right through me. “Would you like to see the ritual?”he smiled. “yes please. I’d love to,”I replied. He stood up and started dancing. It looked weird but his performance was cute. “How does the lady reply?,”I asked inquisitively.” im afraid I cant show u that . It can be only be performed by a lady,”he said. “Oh but at least you can give me instructions so that I can perform it? “i asked excitedly. I had a thing for dance and he had me intrigued “I dont think….,”I interrupted his speech.”oh alan please.i insist!” “Ok,”he continued.”u need to follow particular rules to this ritual. Without following those rules,the ritual goes wrong and u end up committing a sin.” “I am ready to do it,”i said willingly.”ok,” he said as he approached me looking into my eyes. He came very close to me,lifted my arms in the air. I started breathing hard. He reached for the end of my tshirt,still looking into my eyes and lifted my tshirt. I was powerless,i didnt stop him.”our women do it topless. Skin is our cover we need to show it.” “But i must say, your beautiful,”he told me.i was speechless and somewhat captured by him. I still had my bra and shorts on . he checked me out again. Surprisingly i wasn’t offended and i saw his loincloth rise a little. “Ok,”he said.”lets get on with a ritual.” he reached behind me. Put his hand on my hips on my shorts and pushed me down. I still had my arms raised. He took me down .”you need to spread your thighs,”he said as he spread my thighs apart. I wasn’t comfortable so i brought my thighs back together. But his hand brought them apart and he slapped my pussy.”aaaahhh,”i yelled softly. He was turning me on. He made me do the ritual and his body was in constant contact with mine . Every touch sent shivers across my body.i was beginning to get wet. “In the end,”he said looking into my eyes.”the women has to touch the mans feet,accepting him mentally and sexually. But obviously u don’t need to do it.” “It will be a sin,wouldn’t it?”i said as i came close to him. I didn’t know what i was doing,but his eyes had me. He had me. I couldn’t resist it. It was like in a dream,i bent down to touch his feet. He brought me back to my feet by the arms. I looked into his eyes he was smiling.He kept looking at me. “i guess we must finish it then,”he said. He came forward and moved his index finger over my lips. I was trembling with guilt,i wanted him so desperately. His fingers moved to my chest, slowly over the strap of my bra,he put a finger under it and pulled it aside. I helped him with the other strap and he pulled down the cover that hid my breasts. I started breathing faster. I was so very aroused. He moved his hands to my shorts and unbuttoned it. I took it off for him. He came close to me . He wanted me to react first ,he was clever. I couldn’t handle the distance so i shoved my lips on his. He reacted comfortably. His tongue complimented mine.