Three Wees in Athmandu

It was my last week in Kathmandu, and I was crying inside thinking soon I would have to leave Kumar forever. Already I could not imagine my life without him. I called long-distance and begged for more time off and managed to extend my trip by another 2 weeks just so I could spend more time with him but eventually it got to the point where I had to leave or risk losing my job.

In the last month I had spent all of my time with Kumar exploring so many beautiful places, sharing our love and dreams. Not only did I spend time with him but also his family who lived near Pashupatinath temple.

I was surprised when his mom took a liking to me, having heard so many horror stories about Indian and Nepali moms acting horribly to potential daughters-in-law, even threatening suicide if their son married a woman of a different caste, even more so if she was a foreigner. I figured her kindness was probably because I had no real chance at marrying him -- I was his fling with a foreigner before marrying the high-caste Nepali girl(a virgin, naturally) his mom would pick out for him. Despite how kindly she would act to my face, deep inside I knew she felt I was like another species and he would never go against her wishes. It tore my heart apart thinking of him marrying another girl, but I took small comfort in knowing that he probably would not love her but was only bound by duty to his family. It was a system which I could never understand and it broke my heart. For the time being I was treasuring the time I was spending with Kumar -- whatever happened with our relationship, I knew there was no way I could ever forget him.

One morning Kumar said he was taking me to Nagarkot, a beautiful, quiet scenic spot high on a hill east of Kathmandu where you could have incredible views of the Himalayas. .

"I know you have been wanting to go there with me but we haven't had the chance. I want to take you there now -- I promise you will never forget this day in your life. It will be magic."

"With you every day is magic. I have never been so happy in my life."

In the afternoon we took a bus to Bhaktapur and then found a taxi to take us up the hill. We both sat in the back seat, huddled together as the taxi navigated the bumpy mountain road, the radio playing the latest Kollywood blockbuster soundtrack. The sky was clear and blue and the scenery was incredible -- rolling hills covered in lush greenery and in the distance a glimpse of snow mountains.

"You can't imagine what I want to do to you when I get you alone up there." Kumar whispered softly as he ran his hand along my leg.

"I think I have some idea." I was so excited I felt like tearing his clothes and mine off that very moment.

When the taxi came to the main market area we were besieged by touts grabbing at our bags, each offering to take us to the 'best guest house in Nagarkot' where they'd give us 'best price, special for you'. Kumar brushed them aside, telling me he had already made all arrangements.

"Don't worry about anything, your Maya has taken care of everything. I want to take you all the way to the top of the hill -- the view is unbelievable from there."

After climbing further uphill for another ten minutes we reached the Mountain Sunrise guest house. Kumar had already paid for the room and had the key in hand

"This is a special surprise for you, maya,:" He opened the door and immediately I was greeted bu the intoxicating scent of rose and jasmine. There were flowers on the tables, even in the bathroom. The bed was strewn with tiny jasmine buds and rose petals.

"Oh, Kumar, you remembered..." Earlier I had told him that my fantasy was to make love on a bed covered with flowers. He smiled and led me to the window. He opened the curtain and I saw we had an incredible view of the snow mountains.

"I wanted everything to be perfect tonight -- it's a very special night as you'll see. See, there's even a bathtub -- that's not something you see too often in Nepal. And don't worry, we are on the top floor and there is nobody else on this floor,so nobody will hear anything." He grinned. We stood next to the window taking in the magnificent view of the snow-capped Langtang Range and Kumar put his hand under my chin and looked into my eyes, two lovers on the roof of the world. He kissed me, first softly, then more deeply, drawing me tight against him. His mouth tasted of cinnamon and cloves from the masala chiyaa he loved to drink throughout the day, and his clean masculine scent was tinged with the lingering fragrance of sandalwood incense. Our hands explored each other's bodies as we grew more and more hungry for each other.

I was wearing a green silk salwar kameez which clung to my curves and set off my fair skin, green eyes and waist-long, deep auburn hair. Underneath I wore a black, lacy bra and panties, the sight of which I knew from experience would drive Kumar wild. Finally Kumar pulled away gently, took my hands in his and said, "Let's take our time -- I want to love you all night long. I'd like to get something to eat, we'll need our energy. You relax and I'll go to the restaurant and bring back some food."

Kumar went out and I decided to freshen up for him. I ran a bath in the tub and added some jasmine bath crystals. As I soaked and washed my body I thought of Kumar's hands and mouth on me and I felt so turned on I wanted to touch myself but I decided to be patient and wait. I felt like the second he touched my puti I would cum. I dried myself off and dressed only in my lace bra and panties with a silk bathrobe loosely covering me.

A few minutes later Kumar came back with a plate of steaming vegetable momos(dumplings) with tomato achaar, two cups of hot masala chiyaa, and some cut-up mango. The food smelled heavenly and I realized I was quite hungry. I took a sip of the tea and the cinnamon and clove scent filled my nostrils -- forever after this scent would remind me of Kumar. He picked up a momo from the plate, dipped it in the spicy achaar and held it up to my mouth. I ate it from his fingers, sucking the last drops of achaar from his fingers as if I was sucking on his lado. We fed each other the delicious momos and sipped the hot, spicy chiyaa. Finally we ate the mango, sweeter and more juicy than any mango I had ever tasted. Kumar took a piece of mango and dripped the juice on my neck and the top of my breasts, then bent down to lick it off, tracing it with his tongue along my neck, ending with a deep, mango-flavored kiss.

We stood and put the tray away and lit a few candles near the bed, again gazing out the window. It was now sunset and the sun was setting the snow mountain peaks on fire as we set each other on fire. Kumar kissed my neck and slipped my bathrobe off my shoulders and cupped my lace-covered breasts in his hands. I grabbed at his shoulders, wanting to feel his skin against mine. I pulled his red polo shirt out of his jeans and he slipped it over his head -- now I could revel in his velvet-smooth, brown chest and arms. Kumar slipped my bra straps over my shoulders and unhooked my bra. He squeezed my breasts gently and I loved the sight of his brown hands on my fair skin, my rose-pink nipples standing fully at attention. I moaned as he gently sucked and tongued first one, then the other. "Oh Kumar, Kumar..." I reached to unbuckle his belt and he stepped out of his jeans, revealing a pair of blue briefs completely stretched out by his huge erection. I knelt down in front of him and pulled down his briefs so his big, thick brown lado was ready for my attention. I swirled my tongue around the swollen purple tip of it and Kumar moaned , even more when I wrapped my lips around it and started moving my head up and down, from time to time teasing him with long ice cream licks along the length of his shaft. He buried his fingers in my hair, moving his hips as I took my sweet time sucking, licking, teasing, loving him. After a while he pulled away and said, hoarsely, "Lie down, I want to make you cum first. Relax and let your Raja give you what you've been waiting for."

To be continued...