This experience of mine happened a couple of years before I got married. Hitting Geneva in an early morning flight, I grabbed a quick cup of coffee and a sandwich before making my way to the Hilton in the centre of the city. My name is Raj 40yrs 5'10" very overworked and very fit I take time off from the office to hit the gym or pool at everyday. I was 28 when I took this trip, I was extremely fit with six-pack abs and a gym toned body.
After a quick shower I stepped out for my meeting, I run a chemical and dye intermediate unit back in India. I had a meeting with a pharmaceutical company for supply of very specific grades of some compounds. With our quality assurance and competitive price the meeting was an absolute breeze and I walked off with a half a million-dollar contract. Going back to the hotel I went to the business centre and faxed off a copy to my office (these were days before e mail).
With my business done I tried to get a booking back to Bombay. I had kept aside a couple of days for the meeting, expecting some stiff competition and having to fight for the order. But having finished off the work I came for I decided to leave immediately. Unfortunately for me, it was the last week of May and the flights back to India were packed to capacity. I was going to be waitlisted in Geneva for the next two days.
I didn't push too hard with Swissair, I deserved a break from my hectic lifestyle. I thought these two days would be a good time to relax and recharge my batteries.
Throwing off my tie and leaving my briefcase in the room I walked to a cafe behind the hotel. The cafe was small next by a small bank of payphones. I sat back reading, sipping coffee and munching on freshly baked croissants. Occasionally I surveyed the surroundings then went back to my newspaper.
After my third cup of excellent brew I decided to go back to the hotel. As I was waiting for the check, an ebony woman of Amazonian proportions exited one of the booths. In my estimate she was at least 6'4" in her heels, towering over the people around her.
Clad in a pair of well-fitted blue jeans with a silk shirt and a cream jacket. She was well accessorized with gold jewellery. Her thick lips smeared with scarlet, made her to look like a glamorous tigress, her dark ebony skin glowing in the sunlight. She was fiddling with her purse trying to put the change back in. She managed that successfully but she dropped a wallet on the sidewalk.
"Excuse me ma'am," I called, "You've dropped your wallet."
"Thank you," the Amazon said in heavily accented English as she stooped to pick up the fallen object. As she leaned down the top of her heavy, silk encased breasts showcased themselves for me. Wow I thought, what a set of knockers. Walking over to me she once again started thanking me profusely.
"You're welcome," I said, having to angle my neck to look up to her. She smiled back and strode off powerfully. I pocketed my change and made my way to the hotel.
I took my time and strolled back leisurely back to the hotel, entering the lobby I decided to go into the bar to have a beer. As I sat at the bar sipping my Carlsberg I felt a presence behind me. Looking back I saw lady Amazon walk in with a male companion. He seemed like a dwarf in her presence, a small balding man. A banker type I guessed. He escorted her to a table and walked away quietly.
"Vodka Martini please," her voice boomed, as she placed her order with the steward.
I finished my beer and nodded at lady Amazon as I passed her table.
She stood up and smiled, "I'd love to buy you lunch to thank you."
I was quite free with nothing to do I could use the company, "A beer will do just fine thank you, but just one," I grinned.
"Wonderful," she replied in her heavy French accent.
I grabbed a chair and sat down next to her. "I'm Raj," I introduced myself, "From India"
"I'm Monique, I was born in Ghana but now I live in Paris," she replied.
We got talking and I learnt that she was 33 and worked for an auction house and traveled all over facilitating high value purchases for confidential clients. I told her about my business, and myself although she was keener to know a lot about India. We were so engrossed in our conversation that we had to be told that the bar was closing for the afternoon. She insisted on settling the tab, I agreed on the condition that I could buy her a late lunch. Taking my arm she walked with me thru the lobby. People stared at us as we walked past, we must have made a strange sight. An almost brown Indian man walking with an ebony Amazon towering above him.
We found a cafe and had salad and steaks with a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. We walked back to the hotel together arm in arm once again taking in the stares of people around us. Taking the elevators I escorted Monique to her suite and as I turned to leave she pulled me in and kissed me on the lips, her long tongue snaking into my open mouth.
My dick got hard immediately and made a tent in the front of my trousers. She tapped me and pulled away, shutting the door. Removing her jacket she beckoned me to her. She started peeling off her clothes and stood before me clad in her silken bra and panties. I undressed quickly eager to get into bed with Monique. Now totally naked, I unsnapped her bra and drew her panties
Monique was magnificent, enormous firm breasts capped with huge nipples (a 38D at least), a flat stomach with a dark haired trimmed pussy, strong thick thighs and a big shapely butt, she was more than a handful definitely. I knew then that I was going for the ride of my life.
"You're in fantastic shape," said Monique running her hands over my torso. Sitting me on the sofa she bent to examine my thick uncut 7.5 inches seemingly fascinated by the foreskin. "Definitely the thickest cock I have ever seen," she said weighing my shaft in her palm. "I've seen plenty of longer dicks but none that thick, I'm going to enjoy fucking this one." Pulling my foreskin back she exposed the head and opening her lips wide put my plum sized head into her warm wet mouth and started licking the underside with her long tongue.
