Chapter 1
I felt her sit on the bed. Feigning sleep I remained still on my side facing away from her towards the balcony. It had been another almost unbearably hot night and I slept naked under the fan still whirring above us. It was cooler now but within an hour the sun would begin to heat the top floor of my split level apartment.
Minutes passed and I felt her pressure leave the bed. She stood and I heard her clothes drop to the floor as she undressed. Then the bed moved so slightly as she sat, then lay beside me, her head on the pillow so close to my shoulder. No movement but I could hear her breathing and I think her heart must have been jumping and I knew that she had never done something like this before.
Her cool hand caressed my thigh and buttock. How could she have such delightfully cool hands after the pre-monsoon heat of the night? I listened for sounds of her Mother from downstairs. By now she would be busy in the kitchen preparing my breakfast, washing up last night's dishes and preparing to bring me a cup of tea. Nothing.
There was a slight movement and I felt her body mould to mine, her tiny breasts pressing against my back. Her left hand slid over my waist and she pulled against my stomach to move closer. I remained still except that I could feel my penis stirring. It was time to stir and I stretched my legs out and breathed a moan as I pretended to be near waking. Then I stilled again as I felt her head raise to my shoulder so that she could look down my body. I knew she could see my half erect penis and as if she could resist no longer her hand snaked down my stomach, through my pubic hair and her tiny fingers ever so lightly wound around my shaft. It was an exquisite feeling and involuntarily I stretched and pushed my penis through her fingers and back.
This was absolutely delicious and as much as I wanted to turn and see her girlish body, and despite the events of yesterday, I was concerned about her mother. Yet I heard nothing from downstairs.
Preeti, for that was her name, began to lightly run her hand along my penis and run it down to my sack where she seemed to delight in gently feeling my balls, then return to stroke upward to my glans. I was fully erect now and her hand encountered some early morning liquid at the tip which allowed her to slide her palm around over the head and half way down. She got the idea and repeated this until the whole process was slick and so good I had to move onto my back, throwing my right leg out to provide better access to my balls and reduce her stretch to reach me.
I moaned in pleasure and heard a small response to which I opened my eyes. Her jet black hair hid her face as she watched her hand working my penis so expertly. But how could she be an expert. At 18, Preeti was still a schoolgirl at a Senior College, with barely a figure, who seemed so shy when she first saw me naked just yesterday at about this time.
Reaching up with my left hand, I stroked her back and reached over her shoulder to pull her toward me. Preeti turned her head shyly and smiled at me. She let go as I pulled her on top of me. So tiny and delicate I thought, as she snuggled on my chest with her legs around my thighs.
Quietly, as if in answer to my question, she said "Mummy not coming today β just me look after you and I not going to school".
Wonderful I thought β but where was this leading. "Preeti" I said, "Why are you here with me like this?"
She giggled and said "You don't like me? Don't want me to be with you?"
Not at all, I assured her. I told her that she was about the most beautiful girl I had ever seen, and she laughed.
"Mummy says it is time and that you are nice man who will be good to me." I smiled and propped myself up on my pillows whilst she sat on my stomach with her legs spread wide. I could feel her wetness and felt her squirm slightly as though she felt it at the same moment.
"Mummy says that I get baby from you and that you look after us then."
I was shocked at her candour and naivety and said "Well that's not going to happen". Now I understood that Preeti was being "forced" on me by her Mother, Gayatri who has been my part-time housekeeper for the last 4 years.
Preeti giggled and said "I not want baby anyway." I replied that she was sure heading towards having a baby if she kept this up, pointing towards her beautiful little pussy that was sliding back and forth on my tummy. She laughed, put her hands on my chest, pinched my nipples playfully and said "I know how not to have baby!" "You think I little girl know nothing?"
I was stunned and totally besotted with this stunning coffee coloured pixie sitting astride me. I had known her since her Mother occasionally brought her along when school was out. I watched her shyness gradually break down and then come back once she began to look a little less childish. Her smile was worth the small presents I brought back to India with me each time I went abroad.
Then, yesterday it all changed. Gayatri brought me my morning cup of tea which she left on my bedside table. She pretended not to notice when I was uncovered and neither of us ever said anything. I guessed that she put it down to me being a crazy foreigner!
Then I heard her speaking in Hindi to Preeti downstairs as I drank my tea. My bathroom was right off my bedroom and I headed into my "cold shower". Cold wasn't right because it was luke-warm without touching the hot tap. Still it was refreshing. The bathroom was all marble and had no shower screen.
I was coming towards the end of my shower when I looked up to see Preeti standing just inside the door with a mischievous grin on her pretty face. Instinctively I covered my privates and said:
"What are you doing?"
Her shy giggled reply was "Looking at you . . ."
"What do you want to see?"
"You are hiding what I came to see."
I was already getting hard and I closed my hand around my penis and gave it a stroke as I turned to face her.
"That's better!" said Preeti as I turned the water off and stepped towards the towel rail.
"My turn now!" she said and began stripping off her salwa.