Clearly, she wasn’t new at this. I looked down at her, her face hidden from view, her hair cascading down her neck and onto her shoulders. With every thrust, she took in more of me into her warm mouth, her tongue gently massaging the back of my penis, almost inviting the juices out.
She and her husband had come over to my apartment two weeks ago. Ashwin had been a neighbour back in India whom I had lost touch with. A chance meeting at the local grocer’s had allowed us to exchange business cards. When Rina walked over after seeing us talking, I was dumbstruck. She was a slender five foot two. Her face had to be the prettiest I had seen in days! (Germany isn’t kind to those of us who worship Indian beauty). She was intelligent, cheerful, charming and had a body I couldn’t stop thinking about.
She looked up as she slowly let me out of her wet mouth and smiled. “How good am I?”, she asked? I grasped for words but could only let out mumbled sounds but she seemed to understand. She started planting kisses all along my throbbing member; while her fingers roamed the sensitive skin below my balls. “Very, very good”, I remember thinking to myself.
All through dinner, I struggled to keep up with Ashwin’s conversation (old-time friends, playing cricket on the apartment complex’s parking lot etc). How could I think of these mundane things when a distraction as beautiful as his wife sat next to him, sensuously nibbling on her food, ever so often looking up to mention how good everything was. When she picked up her glass of wine and slowly rolled her lips to receive it, I forgot to breathe for a second. Ashwin rambled on, unaware of my mental absences.
She stood up, still holding my cock in her pretty fingers. She reached up to kiss me, her tongue warm with a hint of myself. I closed my eyes and let my senses soak everything in. She helped me unhook her bra and slide down her panties and led me, now completely naked as well, to a full-length mirror in the bedroom. She turned around, her hair trailing in a wave of black, leaving its delicate scent in the air. She looked at me in the mirror, spread her hands to hold the upper two corners of the mirror and then, ever so slightly, raised her butt up towards me. The sight of her breasts spread across the mirror and her voluptuous neatly trimmed pussy peeking out from under her butt caused me another one of those asthmatic moments. I reached to touch her left breast while my right hand gathered her hair and pulled the lock back. She must have liked it, she took a deep breath and let out a little moan.
