Mike's flight from Bali to Singapore had been uneventful giving him just under two hours to remember the fabulous pussy he had fucked the day before. He could still almost taste her fleshy labia and the way her mouth tasted after she had licked him off. His connecting Air India flight to Bombay was packed with Indians returning from Singapore loaded with shopping. Luckily his company had booked him on business class, which in the Air India jumbo jet is on the upper deck. There were only two other passengers, an elderly Indian couple, in the business seats. The sari-clad flight attendant who had shown him to his seat in the second row had been a gorgeous, dark eyed, fair skinned beauty queen with a smile that could light up his dark bedroom any night. Her jet-black hair was tied in a tight bun behind her head.
"Welcome aboard," she said her hands folded in front of her sizeable breasts in the traditional namaste greeting. Mike smiled at her and settled down with his in-flight magazine.
He noticed he had a perfect view of the flight attendant preparing the drinks, or whatever it is that they do in their little area. From the back he could see her supremely well-rounded rump. The sari is an amazing use of a few meters of fabric, wrapped so that every area of the feminine body looks just a little more erotic. Skinny asses, he had noticed, looked rounder, and heavier women were made to appear slimmer by simply tying the sari a little different. Under the sari most modern women wear a small half-blouse to cover their breasts and a petticoat. Even then, untying a sari seemed like a delightful a prelude to a fuck. The flight attendant whose ass Mike was appreciating wore her sari low on her hips showing the delectable curves of her fertile body. As she moved, Mike noticed a silver chain around her waist – truly one of the most erotic pieces of jewelry invented.
After take-off, when she brought the drinks, she introduced herself.
"I am Sonia," she said pouring his apple juice, "Please call on me if you need anything." Mike thought she had emphasized the last word a little, and felt a little throb in his cock as he stared into her dark brown eyes. He noticed how long her curled eyelashes were, but before he could get lost too deep in them, Sonia let the part of the sari that covered her breasts (he later discovered it is called the palu and central to a number of fantasies of Indian males who forever are wondering what magical secrets are hidden behind the palu) drop for a brief moment, long enough for Mike to catch an appetizing glance of her deep cleavage as it dived into her blouse, dividing two luscious and creamy boobs. Now his cock was throbbing in definite excitement.
"Enjoy your drink," she said as she walked on to serve the couple at the back of the section.
"What I'd really like is to drink from those,..." he thought, remembering the brief flash of tit flesh he had been treated to. He continued with his magazine, reading an article on yoga in India through dinner. He was about to settle down for a quick shut-eye before they landed in Bombay, when he heard a soft voice next to him,
"Mind if I sit down here?" It was Sonia, "there are so few people here that there is not much to do. I was noticing you reading the article on yoga. Do you practice it?"
"I went for a few classes in my neighborhood, but not many," he said, captivated again by her flashing eyes, lined by dark eyelashes set against her fair skin. He let his eyes drop to her full, juicy lips.
"How come? Not interested much?"
Mike had a hard time focusing on what she said because her lips were so distractingly luscious.
"Well...actually the guy running the sessions was not that interested in yoga. He was interested in...something else."
"Like what?" she asked opening her round eyes even wider.
Could this woman make every question sound sexy?
"Actually, he was interested mainly in having sex with the women in the class. So, he would help all the young women stretch by touching them and pushing them, and he would only talk about how each pose could enhance your sex life..."
"But yoga can do that," she interrupted suddenly. Then flustered, she added, "but you are right, it can do so much more."
"You sound like a bit of an expert," he smiled at her.
She gave him her beaming smile, looked at her hands and said, "I give lessons on days that I don't fly." Mike noticed that her cleavage was again visible and he was amazed at how firm and full her breasts seemed. Their creamy tops stuck out from her chest as she continued, "but I have never told my students what it could do for their sex..." and any hopes of having her talk more about her sex life vanished when the another flight attendant's voice announced that we were approaching Bombay.
"I have to go now, it's been really nice talking to you," she said softly, giving him with one more view of that hypnotic cleft between her full-force tits.
When he was about to climb down the stairs after landing, she slipped a boarding pass into his hand. On the back was written, "47783130, call me for yoga lessons, PLEASE".
Mike reached the airport hotel where he was staying and where he had arranged his meetings the next afternoon. He decided to dial the number on the boarding pass.
"Hello, Sonia here" her lovely voice chimed on the other side.
"Hi, this is your yoga student."
She laughed like a young girl, "when can you begin lessons?"
He would have liked to have said "Right now, in this bed, with your creamy boobs in my face," but he thought that may be too forward for this Indian beauty.
"How early can you make it in the morning?" he asked instead. They settled for 9 and she told him her apartment was only a 5 minute taxi ride from his hotel.
The next morning, Mike showered, dressed and jumped into a air-conditioned blue taxi like a teenager going to his prom. He hoped this would end like his prom experience did – with his cock deep inside a gorgeous woman's pussy. He found her apartment with surprising ease.
She opened the door before he rang the bell as if she had been waiting. She was dressed to fuck, or for yoga, depending on how your mind was working. Her spandex white top stretched over those wet-dream tits of hers, but did little more than emphasize the cleavage Mike had been fantasizing about since the flight. Her waist was exposed and again the silver waist chain arrested him. Finally he forced his eyes off her body and looked at her. She had noticed his obvious tour of her body and smiled at him as she let him in.
"I made some fresh mango juice for us before we begin," she said walking toward the kitchen. Her long, thick black hair was open today and reached about half way down to her juicy rump. Her tight gym shorts were cut high along the thighs to resemble a bathing suit more than a gym suit. He noticed the elastic fabric entering her ass crack as she swayed away from him. His pecker started rising under his loose shorts.
She handed him a glass of thick, golden nectar and they both sat on the seats facing the balcony. The sun was already high and only a large ceiling fan cooled her apartment. Drops of perspiration formed on her body. He watched a drop fall down her chest and run into her inviting cleavage.
"Come," she said, and he almost did, wishing he could lick that one drop of sweat from her tits, "let us start with the exercises." She then walked to the center of the room saying, "Let is begin with the surya namaskar, the salutation of the sun." She then proceeded to throw her arms back that had the effect of throwing her breasts in his direction.
"The rhythm of breathing is very important during yoga so be sure to watch my chest as it rises and falls to catch the rhythm," she I instructed him, as if he needed an excuse to stare shamelessly at her tits. She then bent forward at her hips and reached for her feet. AS she placed her feet at her ankles, Mike saw her breasts hanging down like over-rip fruits from a tree, restrained only by the white spandex. The exercise continued with Sonia, kneeling down, stretching her long legs behind her, and then pushing her ample ass high in the air. Since he was standing in front of her he stared at her that were the color of vanilla ice cream and swayed as she continued her exercises. She then had him imitate her moves. At one point she walked over and helped him with a stretch that involved Mike standing on one leg as he pointed the other one behind him.
"I can see why your teacher liked to help his students stretch," she said as she pushed his shoulders as he leaned forward, rubbing her hands across his well-defined muscles. She then grabbed his leg close to his crotch and said, "This asana is good for circulation. Can you feel your blood pumping here?" she asked rubbing his upper thigh.
He could feel blood pumping, but it was to the muscle between his legs.