It was another summer vacation and I was bored to the teeth. I had earlier planned to go on a trip to Manali (a beautiful scenic hill station in Northern India) with college pals, but I had to cancel it since one of my cousin was making a visit to Bombay. After my cousin had left back for Nasik (a major Industrial city near Bombay) I was left alone and hence I decided to make a trip to Goa. When I arrived in Panjim, I tried to pinch money by eating cheaply and staying in the cheapest accommodation I could find. Since I was alone, managing my own budget was not much of a problem; yet, by the end of the third week in Goa I was broke.
The last leg of my holiday was on the famous Anjuna beach. I had difficulty finding a decent place - for as an Indian you are more alien to this part of Goa than any foreigner. Having failed to find a place for myself I had decided to call my trip off and head back for sweet home. However as I sat in a cheap tavern by the beach with my sack and belonging I discovered that many Scandinavian tourists populated Anjuna. I found that the girls were generous and it wasn't too difficult to chat them up, but the only hitch was that I was an alien to that friendly atmosphere. However, little did I know that I was In for a surprise and my plans to return back to Bombay would be postponed for a few days more.
It all happened at the table of that cheap tavern as I was stretching out my last drop of beer and I was joined by a very hefty blonde lady. Coming to the point, she was fat and busty, with very wide thighs and a large waist. She smiled at me from across the table and ordered a drink. I was hesitant to do the talking and was relieved when she broke the ice by mentioning about the hot weather and the conversation began. She told me that she was visiting Goa alone, and had hired a small villa. It transpired that she was in her 30's, separated and owned a business interest in Copenhagen.
I explained my predicament as a poor Indian student and we struck up a good relationship. She offered me to join up at her villa for a couple of days and tempted me further by mentioning about what all delicacy she could prepare. The invitation came forth with the idea of a delicious dinner with a couple of bottles of wine. "It is no fun being alone," she said, "so, we must make most of the evening."
I knew what she meant so I agreed to join her at the villa after I had cancelled my ticket on the bus to Bombay. She immediately wrote the address of the villa on a piece of paper she scraped out of the waiters pad and we parted our ways.
Big woman do not appeal to me usually but I was keen on a decent meal. In the evening, I walked to her villa and she greeted me at the door looking extremely elegant in a flowing maroon evening dress. She wore her platinum blonde hair in a ponytail. Her skin seemed smooth and clean with an even tan of a beautiful deep brown. It was then that under the layers of fat I could see a stunning woman.
She handed me a drink as soon as I reached the sofa, put some slow romantic music on the stereo and started the small talk. She started by asking me if I had difficulty locating the place and on she went. I found her to be a very good conversationalist for she seemed to be forever having something to raise your interest in, then converse over it for minutes, till another interesting diversion would take the chat on a different track.
We ate a fantastic meal, which she had prepared, and by the end of it, we had consumed the three bottles of an expensive crystal white wine. Scandinavian women seem much more liberated in their thoughts and are more physical in their expression than an American or a British. She took the initiative by taking me by the hand and showing me round her villa. It was the ultimate in luxury and must have cost a fortune, even for the ones who hire them. I thus came to the conclusion that my friend was a filthy rich lady to have been able to afford such a expensive and rich villa.
"Finally," she said, "this is the bedroom."
She entered and switched on the light. It was a huge room with a large bed in the middle. It was covered in a single white satin sheet with matching white pillows. The lamps on the track lighting were directed straight at the bed. It seemed like a perfect setting of a film set.
"Why don't you undress?" she asked quietly and innocently, "and I can massage some cream into your tanned body." This suddenly caught me off my guard and I felt like running away from there. But her hand holding me seemed to have sensed the thought on my mind and it clasped me more firmly.
"Please, your body seems to be so appealing, do take off your clothes, I would like to see it," she said in a husky voice with a lusty tone to it.
I had never experienced any encounter with a hefty woman and I was not sure if there stood a chance for the same in the future, so I nodded in approval as she hesitantly reached for the buttons of my shirt. She went behind me and started to rub some white, warm cream on my back. Her actions were smooth and slow and very stimulating.
"Now your front," she said came over to stand facing me. She started on my chest playing extra attention on my nipples and worked her way down very expertly. I could see she was getting a kick out of this by the broad smile on her face. She worked her way down to my waist, undid my jeans at the front and worked them down my legs. I kicked off my sandals and stepped out of the jeans, standing before her now in only my underpants. I felt like a Greek god with her as a slave paying homage to my holy body.
She continued to rub the warm cream into my skin, starting at my ankles and working up to my crotch. I just stood there absorbing all this pleasure, looking down at her caressing and massaging my body.
