The Wonderful World Of Sex
This is Tomal. It happened long time ago. I was just 20 yrs old. I am changing some aspects of the story, in order to hide the characters. I am six ft tall, medium built physical structure. I had a scholarship from the, then Soviet Union by a reputed engineering school. The school(BMSTU) was located in the capital city of Moscow. I did not know a single Russian word. I was received by a Russ student at Sheremetyevo airport. He just knew few English words. He tried to explain me with his limited English words that, there was a problem with my accommodation. Which could be straighten up on Monday but for the time being, they had to do an alternate arrangement for the weekend. He brought me to the University student welcome center. It was Saturday, I was able to get just one Indian student, Rakesh; who was from Himachal Prodesh. He was a relatively new student and his Russ language was very limited, like the Russian guys English. At that time Russian people was in political confinement. The rules were very strict. It seemed to me that ,you could not take an extra breath without the govt’s permission. Only two person was allowed to stay in a room in those halls and dorms. Nobody had a vacant place for me. Only choice was to go about 25 miles away, with someone to look for a hotel. That needed money, I was suspicious that I did not have enough. It was already 10 in the evening. As a last resort, Rakesh collected the phone number of a senior Indian student, who spoke fluent Russian. He was kind of leader among the Indian students. Rakesh explained the situation on the phone. The student asked Rakesh to wait there, some phone calls needed to be made to inquire about and arrange an accommodation ,if found. Half an hour later ,the student called back and said that nothing was found. The only alternate was to stay with the student himself, if I agree .I was glad to hear that. But Rakesh told me that the senior student was not a ‘he’rather’she’. A female student. I was in an awkward situation. Rather than roaming in the street, I agreed to stay there. When I was brought to her place, it was almost midnight. A very cold typical Moscow night. We introduced ourselves. She was about 24 yrs old, stunningly beautiful woman. Her name was Rumana Chowdhury. A Bagladeshi Muslim girl. I was very happy to hear that, because I myself is also a Bangali. She was absolutely delighted. She held her hand on my shoulder and said, she would be able to speak the mother tongue after almost a year. She was going to finish her study in couple of months and going back home. Last year she went home for a couple of weeks vacation. Her parent made get married. She asked me to change and refresh myself from the bathroom. She prepared a short but nice dinner for ourselves. After long hours of hunger and frustration, everything seemed very tasty. She told me not to worry, she was my elder sister. She would sort out everything on Monday. She always helped all Indian students. Rumana arranged my sleeping on her sofa. She gave me one of her pillow a bed sheet on the sofa and a blanket. I was not familiar or used to, with the kind of cold weather, I suddenly had. It was absolutely chilly. We talked for an hour and eventually she left for her room .The heating system was not adequate for me. In half an hour, I felt, I was freezing. I was wearing my heavy sweater inside the blanket. It wasn’t good enough. I turned up the table lamp at its highest level. Still, I was shaking like hell. I was going in and out of sleep. Couple of hours later, I felt a touch on my forehead. It was Rumana didi. She woke up by the intense light and asked me, whether I was cold? I said, I was! She scold me and said that why didn’t I call her. She pulled me and asked me to go to her room. I was obviously reluctant. She said that, I would be sick and get a pneumonia ,if I did not move. She pushed me to her room and eventually to her bed. I covered myself with my blanket and slept on the other end of the bed. She pulled me towards her and covered me with her electric blanket on top of mine. In about fifteen minutes, she touched me again on my arm and asked whether I was ok! She was hugging me lightly. I was a virgin guy. That was the first time in my life alone with a woman. Beside my mom and sister in young age. I was uncomfortable and shivering. She thought I was still cold, pulled me towards her and hugged me tight. Her electric blanket was really warm. In fifteen-twenty minutes, I started to sweat. I removed her blanket. She touched me and said that I was nervous, hats why I was sweating. She pulled and removed my small blanket and pressed me on her. Her boobs crushed on my chest. She was wearing a gown, still I realized, and those boobs were huge. I released myself from her embrace and took off my sweater. I had a hard on. In order to hide that I turned myself around. She was facing me and I was facing my side of the bed. She hugged me again and I realized, she was not wearing her gown anymore. Her pumpkins were rubbing my back. I did not know what happened, my whole body seemed electrified. I was breathing heavy and shivering. I turned around myself and found she was wearing a see through, very thin bra. In the dim light I was looking at her amazing assets. She held on my arm and started to sleep comfortably. But the wild fire of sex was burning in my whole body. I was pressing, pushing her boobs. Few minutes later she hugged me lightly and said,”Tomal bhaiya,ekhon ghumao to,mone rekho,ami tomar boro bhun(Tomal,go to sleep, remember, I am your elder sister).”I was a bit embarrassed but was not disappointed at all. Few minutes later, when she moved her thigh towards me, my throbbing cock was poking her. I started to rub my tool on her hip Her breathing was getting heavier. She also was getting exited, I realized. I took a chance, I hugged her the way she was hugging me.