Let me set the scene. I went to university at the age of 18 in London, England. When I got there I found that there were so many beautiful Indian girls, many of them who'd come to England just to go to university. It wasn't long before I made friends with many of them and soon found myself dating one of these girls, who was from Bombay. I was pleasantly surprised to find that she had a voracious sexual appetite, despite her being a virgin when we met, and I was more than happy to help her satisfy her desires.
One day we were in her room in the houses of residence, just chatting about various things. As the talking began to die down, she moved to come and sit next to me on her bed. As we got cosy, we began to kiss as our tongues explored each other's mouths and I moved slowly to kiss her neck. My hands began to work their way over her body as I slipped my hand into her blouse and began to caress her nipples as they stood erect. My fingers reached for the clasp as I undid it and felt her breasts go free as they were relieved from the strain of being trapped in her bra.
As things heated up, her top and jeans were soon removed as she undid my shirt and stroked the hair on my chest. Her mouth worked down my body as her hands moved to my belt buckle and she slowly pulled off my jeans and she sat straddling me. As my hands worked over her back and stroked her hair gently, she let out little moans of anticipation, waiting for the time when either my mouth or my fingers moved over to her breasts or down into her moist welcoming pussy.