It all began one Saturday afternoon when I had decided that the boredom of staying home was too much, especially on a hot day like today. As I walk down the busy high Street, I should tell you a little about myself. I'm a Bengali British guy, from a good family in England. I'm 5ft 9 inches tall, light complexion, average weight, medium build, firm chest and stomach with a decent cute bum (so I've been told by my female friends).
As I walked past local supermarket, I saw a beautiful young girl walking out of the supermarket. She was a Bengali girl, well dressed with a tight top and a flarey modern skirt on with matching boots. She had straight hair and was a little shorter then me. We were both walked towards each other when suddenly one of her shopping bags ripped open at the bottom and all her shopping had fallen to the floor. I went up to her and started helping her gather her shopping. She looked up and smiled and there was this awkward silence for a few seconds when she spoke with such a sweet voice.
"I'm so clumsy...thank you for helping me." To which I replied, your welcome. We stood up and I said "I guess they don't make bags like they use (something which made me sound old, but I wasn't thinking straight).
She laughed and said "yeah, you're probably right." I looked at her and realised that she had no space for the rest of her shopping which she was holding in her hands.
Which way you headed? I asked.
I'm just heading back down the High St and I live just around the corner.
I'm heading the same way, why don't I carry the rest of the shopping....there's no space left in your bags. She stood there with some shock, like I had asked some stupid question and said, "That's really nice of you, thanks."
We talked about all kinds of things as we walked down towards her house. I found out that her name was Yasmin and she was 24 and worked as a nurse. When we were at her door step I gave her the rest of the shopping.
"Thanks Ahmed for your help. It was lovely to meet you." This was when she would disappear out of my life and I so wanted to get to know her more.
"It was lovely to meet you too Yasmin." I paused for a second.
"Listen, I know we've just met, but I'd really liked to get to know you more. Would you like to have dinner with me some time?"
She smiled and blushed, as I waited for her answer.
"Hmmm, how about a coffee?"
"Coffee's so over-rated these days. Dinners much more fun, besides you can tell a lot by what a person eats," I replied.
"Really, is that a fact, she said with a smile"
Was she flirting, I asked myself.
"Dinner sounds great. I'd love to"
We exchanged numbers and set a dinner date for next week. During the week we chatted on the phone and got to know each other more. I found out that she wasn't into fancy restaurants and liked normal food, like eating at Nandos or a corner Italian bistro. Our dinner date went great and we realised we had a passion for good food.
After several times of meeting up, we had officially become a couple and had our first kiss on the bridge of the canal just after sunset. It was all very romantic and we could see that we were falling for each other.
As we walked back to her house, suddenly it started to rain really heavy. We started laughing and ran for her house. We were really soaked. When we got to her door step, we stood under the shelter.
"Would you like to come in and dry yourself off," she asked.
"I don't think your family would like it if you bring some guy inside your home," I replied.
"Oh its ok, I live alone"
I was shocked and puzzled why a 24 year old single girl would be living alone
"Come on, your soaking wet," she said.
I decided to go in. I was still a little puzzled. I dried off in the bathroom while she went and changed into some dry clothes.
I waited for her at the bottom of the stairs when I saw her walking down. She had changed into a tight traditional salwar kameez. It was then that I notice how she had a lovely figure. She had never worn anything which fit her so well.
"Go sit down, I'll go get us something to eat," she said.
I sat in her living room for a while and she came in with a tray with Asian food and drinks. While she was putting the food on the coffee table, her salwar kameez which had a low cut was showing her very deep cleavage. I hadn't noticed just how big her boobs were. They must have been at least 32D. As I looked at her deep cleavage, I could see her tight black lacy bra struggling to keep her tits in. My cock started stirring in my pants. She noticed me looking but acted normal. We sat down and ate and chatted more and I asked why she was living alone.
I found that she came from a very wealthy family and she had an arranged marriage in Bangladesh to a more elder man when she was 21. Although her family thought it was the right thing to do, they only realised after that the elder man married her for their families wealth and for a chance to live in England.
She talked about how much she regretted sleeping with him on their wedding night and how her family had set for a divorce a few months after her wedding. When I had asked why she never re-married, she tearfully said how it would now be difficult to get her married now that she was a divorcee.
I saw a sad look upon her face as I wiped away her tears. We embraced and started softly kissing each other. I kissed her all over her neck and then back to her lips, kissing her more passionately. Even though we had been dating for a while, I never disrespected her by touching her. We broke our kiss and stood up and rapped our arms around each other. She looked up into my eyes and started massaging my butt.
I started smiling and she asked whether I minded her touching me.
"I'm your boyfriend; you can touch me anywhere you want." She smiled and said "same goes for you then."
We started kissing each other and started feeling each others butts. She had a tight round ass...it felt soft but very firm. I wrapped my arms around her and held her tight. Her big soft bhooni (tits) were pressing against me. That feeling was arousing me and felt very horny. My cock was getting harder and harder. My hands moved up her hips and then under her salwar kemeez towards her huge tits. She must have been turned on, cos I could feel her nipples pressing against her bra. She let out a soft moan when my hands starting massaging over bra.
Suddenly she broke our kiss and started giggling. I asked her what was funny.
"You're poking me," she said as she laughed.
I didn't realise what she meant until I realised my cock had gone rock solid and was rubbing against her.
I didn't know what to say and she smiled and said "I'm glad I can turn you on......I can't wait to see it"
When I heard her say that, I felt even hornier and pulled her towards me and grabbed her round ass. I lifted her up and she wrapped her legs around me. My hard cock desperately wanting to get out started rubbing against her pussy through her kameez. I pressed her against the wall and kissed her neck and upper chest.
Then she pushed away and grabbed my hard cock and gave it a big squeeze and started taking my jeans off, leaving just my boxers on. As she was doing this, I took my top off.
I started undressing her leaving her bra and thong on. She looked very sexy.
Realising what was coming next, we headed for the bedroom. I watched her butt cheeks move up and down as she walked up the stairs. In the bedroom we embraced again and as we kissed, I unhooked her bra strap and her bra fell to the floor. Her boobs were now pressing against my pecks. Her nipples felt firm against my skin. With our eyes were closed, we both slowly felt each others bodies. I ran my hands over her soft supple boobs. I wanted to see her huge tits. I broke our kiss and looked back at her. Her tits were bigger then I thought and she smiled when she saw me staring at them with so much lust.
"Amar bhooni shoon-dur ni?" (are my boobs nice), she said, with a cheeky smile.