Grateful acknowledgements to fellow members, ragini15 and honeybey40 for their kind suggestions and reviews and providing the inspiration and encouragement to indulge in this hobby.
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My tryst with an exotic and mysterious nymph
Our eyes met over wisps of tobacco smoke in the smoking area of arrivals baggage claim. It was a longish flight, also delayed, and I was badly in need to get my nicotine rush, which was denied for more than 5 hours.
Dressed in a stylish ensemble of a dark skirt, and white silk shirt like blouse, she oozed womanly appeal. It looked too expensive to be a dress uniform. Well toned, with a great cute nymph like look, standing over five and six, 36C, with curvy 38 hips, a trim 26 at the waistline was my educated guess.
The outline of her dark maroon lace bra was clear thru her blouse. Her adequately sized butt was so provocative as she leaned over to reach the cigarette lighter mounted on the wall. Must be wearing a thong, I thought, as there were no panty lines. Shoulder length dark hair, suited her ivory complexion very well.
She, was a very desirable lady, and I was struggling with myself on how to start a conversation. I was unsure whether she was a traveller into the city or airline or airport crew. She was not carrying any hand luggage, so I assumed the latter. All she had was a expensive looking clutch purse, where she had her cigarettes.
I stand five and eleven in my socks, and at forty five summers, have a full head of hair, just showing the salt. Not exactly a bodybuilder, I maintained a reasonably physique, but for the slight belly, that I manage to tighten in when needed. I ran two miles a day, that helped to maintain my stamina, despite the pack a day habit. Not exactly film star looks, I was able to carry myself well and had a charm that endeared me to a majority of the gentler gender who got to know me.
She strode over to the table, across me. She had her face downwards, focusing on each puff, deep in thought. She seemed pensive, and somewhat lonely. I used this opportunity to hungrily appraise her. The very sight drove a hard on. She looked up then.
I smiled and it returned. I drew a deep drag and blew a ring. It slowly crossed the distance and her eyes closed in anticipation. It shattered over her, and she enjoyed it. Opening her eyes slowly, she glanced at the door, and stubbed out her fag.
Ruing the lost chance, and slightly disappointed, I quickly stubbed my own, and followed her out the door, as she made her way towards the baggage carousel, that was announced for my checked in bag. I was following her steps, a few feet behind her, and admiring her svelte and truly sophisticated figure as the epitome of womanly sexuality, when she stopped abruptly in her tracks, causing me to bump into her, causing her to drop her clutch.
I gasped, as this was not an intentional act of mine. I stammered my apologies, as she looked at me, with a look, that kind of hinted a deliberate act on her part. Not willing to believe that a goddess like creation would want me to bump into her, or even get bumped into on purpose, I bent down to pick up her dropped purse, and what a sight I was treated to.
She was commando, no panty
. I blinked and gulped in surprise, taken aback by her daring, and feasting my eyes at exquisite and sculptured ivory complexioned cheeks up her skirt and whilst I did not get a glimpse of her pussy, I was treated to a waft of her feminine fragrance which brought an involuntary drool, which I had to swallow behind the privacy of my hand, by pretending to cough.
As I picked up her purse and glanced up, I saw her looking down at me, a curiously playful smile dancing on her lips. While I was still apologising, she smiled at me, and took a step aside, and took her purse from my proffered hand. She smiled, this time a tad wistful, and said, I was in thought, and I don't know what caused me to stop. It was my fault, not yours, she added. Dear... I opened, Natasha, she said. I am Prakash, and held out my hand. She shook it and let out a short sigh.
Is there anything I could help you with, I offered, are you from this city?, wanting to make the most of an opportunity to befriend her. This isn't my baggage carousel, that's what caused me to stop, she explained. I spied my bag, and hauling it off the belt, I offered to help her with her baggage.
She looked at the information display on the carousel, and it turned out that her bags were on the adjoining belt. I followed her, and she pointed out to a purple suitcase, and I promptly pulled it off, and finding the baggage trolley, I placed both our luggage on it and led the way out to the exit. She walked beside me, as though we were people who were known well to each other. As we walked out the door, she placed her hand on me, as if for support.
I don't know, she replied. I walked towards the taxi stand, and stood in line, with her, just millimeters from me. Our turn came, I looked at her, and asked, Where is it that you are headed to? Whatever your wish, Prakash, she replied softly.
We took the cab, and climbed in. Four Seasons,I mentioned to the cabbie. It was a short ride, and in the back seat of the taxi, she placed her head on my shoulder, as I gently hugged her. I was not able to believe what was unfolding, however, I had no intention of blowing a great chance to get acquainted with her. Would you like me to get a room for you, I whispered, We will share a room, dear, she gently murmured,, as she nuzzled herself into the crook of my arm.
We arrived at the hotel, and it took a few minutes to clear the front desk formalities, and soon we were in the well appointed suite. It had been a long day for me and I was longing to have a quick drink, and get into the shower. Opening the mini bar, I asked Natasha what she liked. She came by, and said, they have no vodka here, could I get one? She was three or four inches shorter, and in her seductive dress, I longed to turn her and hug her, yer demurred, thinking that I should not blow this chance at all, with me rushing in.
She was willing, I knew, however, I wanted to romance the situation and bide my time. Moving over to the telephone on the bedside table closeby, I called room service and ordered her choice of vodka and tonic, and mine of Scotch and soda. She went and sat on the bed, and kept looking me over.
It was not long, before to door buzzed and our drinks were delivered. She came over, picked up my Scotch glass, and pouring a dash of soda, and offered it to me with a smile.
I beamed at her, and she placed her hands behind my neck and brought her lips towards mine. Placing my glass on the table, I moved my hands over her back and drew our bodies closer. Prising my lips open, she moved her tongue, inside my mouth, and finding my tongue too, played with it with her tongue for a few minutes. I was getting aroused, and she could feel me firming up thru my trousers.
She released her hold on me, and cracking open the can of tonic water, mixed her vodka, took a couple of slow sips from her glass, and then in one swoop, finished it bottoms up.