Love-Making With A Perfect Indian Beauty
Her parents named her Geetanjali. Quite obviously, she’s known in her family by nickname Geeta. She’s exquisitely beautiful . A calm smiling face, fair complexion and a slim figure are few among many of her beautiful traits. Her breasts are small and developing. Visiting her at home, I always doubted if she had started with a bra. Once or twice, I saw her white camisole from the side-seams of her kurti. For her legs, she wore full length garments ranging from traditional salwars and tight leggings to jeans. Sharing this, I was a bit reluctant about using her real name but then I convinced myself that absence of her surname would maintain her anonymity. Also no other imaginary name, despite my many futile attempts, could fit her feminine aura. It was sunset-time and our room was filled with faint light coming from the white curtains. Our room was on the back-side of the 3-star resort in upper part of Mcloadganj; and when we entered, the view from the window was breathtaking… snow-capped Himalayan peaks touching the crystal blue sky. Before our love-making, we sat on the recliner near the window and had a conversation. Sitting on my lap, she smiled and laughed. It was cold and so she brought a light blanket from the closet. Sitting in the same position we talked for an hour. I occasionally kissed her shoulders and cheeks, to which she made varied responses: from gently stroking my hairs to small kisses on my forehead and cheeks. Then she pulled the curtains for our privacy. Many times I fantasised spending nights with this graceful eighteen-year old. In my fantasies I have undressed her kurti and leggings many times. But that day, in that elegantly-designed room, it was time for bringing my imaginations to reality. I started with a gentle kiss that gained intensity soon enough. In due course, after exploring all of her mouth and exchanging every bit of my saliva with her, I started licking her lovely face. She was dressed in a violet kurti and dupatta (of same colour), and black leggings. I removed her dupatta and kissed over the right sleeve of her kurti. She shyly raised her hands upwards as I removed the kurti. Then I slided down and removed her tight black leggings. It was easier to remove the leggings than I always imagined. Her face clearly expressed her extreme shyness as she was just in her white cotton camisole and a small maroon panty. Conforming my earlier doubts, she was without any bra! Coming down to her neck, I licked all of her cleavage. The borders and thin straps of her camisole became wet from my exhaustive licking. I took her hands to her head so that I could have a view of her armpits. She had fine underarm hairs. My darling doesn’t shave! I thoroughly kissed and licked those natural armpits. Again I initiated the passionate kissing with my hands exploring her small bosoms over the camisole. I squeezed those bra-less boobs with intensity that left red-marks inside the camisole. I saw a painful expression of my passionate love-making on her cute face. The smallness and bra-lessness of her boobs rendered me a feeling that she was virgin even at her chest also! After squeezing, I focused on her tits poking over the thin white cotton. I gave the gentlest kiss to each of them. Then I fiercely dug my face between the boobs and deeply inhaled her feminine odour mixed with the fabric smell of her camisole. Then grabbing near the straps, I tore the camisole and removed it totally from her upper half! My queen was just in her small maroon panty then! Her eyes were closed with shyness and pleasure. Her amateur moaning was deeply arousing. I started sucking those developing little breasts. Her hands dug in my hairs as I fed myself of pleasure from her soft boobs. She was totally aroused! With eyes closed, she was moaning incessantly. But I had my eyes open. In fact all my senses were hyperactive. I was looking, hearing, tasting, feeling and smelling her! Perhaps her mild feminine odour was most arousing at that time. I could also smell a faint girly deodorant that she used earlier that day. As I left first of her breasts to suck the other one, I could see a shiny layer of my saliva all around her fair chest. She had light brown areolas and small pink nipples. During the whole sucking, I bit her perky tits many times. Her whole body shivered with each of those gentle bites. My only garment, a fitting red brief from Jockey, became painfully tight. I took her right palm and kept it over the solid bulge of my underwear. Almost with instinct, she opened her eyes. Her expression was of a shock. As I gently made her palm to rub over my hardness, she opened her mouth and made a gentle but sexiest [grin]. Almost in an instant I locked my lips with hers again and kissed her violently. Hugging each other tightly, our bodies rolled two-three times all over the bed. Then I took my hand over to her panty. She had joined her legs tightly. I gently rubbed the front of her panty. Feeling wetness near things I whispered her to open the legs. I wanted to touch all of her wet panty. She’s innocently refused by mildly shaking her head. My virgin was scared! Kissing her forehead, I requested again. This time, she hid her face inside my chest and my exploring fingers felt that her legs were even more tighter then. Holding her chin and with little force, I brought her face near to mine. Her beautiful face had turned pink and was totally expressionless. I gently kissed her cheek and whispered in her ear, “Please!” At least for this part of our intense love-making, I wanted her to cross the barrier of shyness and hesitation. I also didn’t wanted to scare my cutie. Being a virgin, she had those fears of first love-making. I wanted her to be assured that I won’t hurt her softness. I would be as gentle as possible on her hymen. And to accomplish that, I knew that the secret was going slow.