I met her when I was doing the final year of my masters in London. I happened to be attending one of those parties thrown by a friend. The club was warm and comfy, lot of scantily clad girls and good music to go along. It was his birthday and we were expecting few friends to join us. I was middle of my second drink when I saw her and few friends enter the room. I knew her friend, her name was P.…. We knew each other for sometime now. But what caught my attention was her friend. I couldn't take my eyes off of her. Her pink spaghetti top hugged her full breasts. A short pink skirt and 4 inch heels completed her outfit. She was around 5’4 with shoulder length hair and a body to die for. Just looking at her gave me very bad hard on. She reminded me of the girl wearing pink skirt in Ricky Martin’s video “She Bangs”. They came straight to our table and P.… introduced us to her. Her name was S…. and she was doing her masters in London school of economics. We hit off really well since she like me was born and brought up in India. So we had so many things to talk about home. Through the course of conversation I came to know she was married but luckily for me her husband was working somewhere in India and was not with her. The neckline of her top was deep and I was finding very difficult not to stare. Her round firm breasts were bulging out of her top and I could make out she was not wearing her bra.
She was getting into the groove of party and slowly swaying to the music. I asked her if she cared to dance with me and she said why not. I grabbed her hand and moved to where everyone was dancing. The place was packed. Having suitably immersed ourselves into the throng, I turned and began to move to the music. She followed my lead. She had beautiful rhythm and she was really swaying to the music, her braless tits were jiggling with her movements. I could make out her hard nipples trying to pop out through the dress. Her legs were long and flawless and her skirt rode higher with her movements revealing more and more of her sexy thighs. Since the room was packed it was hard not to keep from bumping into those around. We found ourselves uncontrollably bumping into each other. I didn't mind. S…. was as beautiful as anyone I have ever seen. The drinks and the music and the sight of her swaying butt and tits soon left me a leaking dick.
During next song, S…. was dancing with her back to me. Her hair brushed against my face. Suddenly, she fell into me. I caught her by the waist and pulled her back to her feet. I could feel her full breast against my palms. Now there was no hiding my growing erection. I could tell by the look in her eye that she knew exactly what was pressing on to her back. For a moment both us did not know how to react. To get diplomatically out of the situation I told her I needed to catch my breath. Both of us went back and refilled our drinks. She had strange smile on her lips. I really did not know how to react since usually Indian woman are really loyal to their husbands and react rather violently to even to smallest of a pass. She started asking about my girl friend and I told her I did not have one. I asked her how is managing without her husband and she said “ well it is tough, u know”.
