I leaned against the doorframe watching the sun caress the angel in my bed. She slept soundly, her breasts rising and falling with each precious breath, her milky legs splayed immodestly, one arm thrown over her head and the other resting comfortably against her lower stomach. She was picture perfect and intoxicating in her sleeping innocence.
I drank in her image, following each curve and valley, memorizing her geography and felt my semi hard cock twitch. I loved this moment, the voyeurism and knowing that the angel was no angel at all. She was the vanilla to my light chocolate and her appetites were just as depraved as my own.
We complimented each other. The contrast of our flesh was divine and wholly arousing but there was more to us than the physical difference. I was tall with a fit build, dark skinned, dark headed and even darker eyes. I was born and raised in India with an English education and a taste for fair skinned women. She was petite with just the right amount of curves to make her unmistakably a woman, fair skinned as though the sun had never truly touched her, a brunette with storm colored eyes that darkened perceptibly as her arousal grew. She was an American, intelligent and hungry for the exotic. We were the epitome of the phrase, 'Opposites Attract'.
Her moan was soft; a whisper on the wind, but it captured my attention completely. I watched as her hand moved slowly across her hip. I could see from my vantage point that her pussy was waking and the morning light glittered against the moisture gathering there. I briefly wondered what she dreamt. Perhaps her dreams were filled with our meeting and the many ways I took her that day and long into the night.
****
I found her outside a local open-air café. She was sipping a cold drink, trying to stave off the oppressing heat. I just happened to be walking by on my way to an appointment and stopped dead in my tracks the moment I laid eyes on her, my appointment forgotten. She was magnificent. I simply had to meet her and found myself next to her, my silhouette blocking the sun and attracting her attention.
She looked up at me, her eyes the color of an impending storm. I could see confusion passing her face and reassured her with a dazzling smile. She returned my smile with a radiance that brightened the day even more and I knew, without a doubt, that I had to possess her.
I offered my hand, "Hello. I'm Amit. Would you mind if I had a seat?"
She took my hand and shook it with a delicate touch. Her voice soft, "Hello, I'm Kay." With her free hand she offered the unoccupied seat across the table nodding slightly, her dark hair sweeping her bare creamy shoulders gently.
I held her hand, far longer than a customary handshake, relishing the softness of her skin and took the seat next to hers not willing to let the table separate us. I wanted to be close, to inhale her scent and have an unobstructed view of this woman who captured my attention.
Still holding her hand while my thumb made lazy circles I inquired, "So tell me Kay, what brings you to India, business or pleasure?"
She glanced down at my attentions and I watched her warm wet tongue emerge from her mouth to run lightly across her lips. "Pleasure, I'm on vacation and decided to see the world, or part of it anyway."
I couldn't help but smile at her nervous gesture and reluctantly released her hand. When she looked up again, our eyes met, her stormy grey to my midnight dark and I knew she saw an intensity glowing in the darkness.
Curiously she asked, "And you Amit, business or pleasure?"
I took my time in answering and openly assessed her, letting her feel the journey of my eyes over her body from the top of her head down to her crimson painted toes. I didn't hide my appreciation and as my eyes moved back to her face, I was greeted with a soft blush. She squirmed under my scrutiny, the blush and squirming adding fire to my desire. Without knowing it, she'd unleashed a hungry animal that only her luscious body could satisfy.
"Pleasure Kay...definitely pleasure."
We both knew any further 'getting to know you' conversation was useless. Our chemistry was palpable. We both felt the tugging desire and wanted to explore it.
****
I heard her moan again and shift against the sheets. Her hand had strayed further down her body seeking the heat of her arousal. I watched as her sleeping mind burned with the same lust she exhibited in full wakefulness and my cock grew with a desire to share in her hunger.
I didn't want to wake her as I moved quietly from the doorframe out into the room and positioned a chair at the end of the bed. I wanted to watch her perform her dream upon her willing and obvious hungry body. I sat and studied her open legs, seeing her swollen cunt and dripping juice.
Her delicious pussy a pretty pink, the lips puffed-up and clit peaking out from under its hood. I could look at her pussy forever and never feel as though I wasted my life. She always took her time in shaving, leaving what she called a 'landing strip', but the rest of her pubic hair was stripped away hiding nothing from me. When she was aroused, like she was now, the lips filled out making her cunt blossom like a precious flower. Her scent was heady and rich as her essence dribbled down, coating her anus only to be absorbed by the sheets.
She was my fallen angel, one that I could never hand back to heaven. She was my light, my conscience and my other self. Without her my existence would be dull and lifeless. I watched her come to life under her tender ministrations, the day we met pulling at my memory, demanding to be acknowledged.
****
I wanted her, needed her and dared to seduce her in the open public setting of the café. I leaned into her, closing the gap easily, watching her reaction. The flowing summer dress she was wearing offered no resistance as my hand moved between her knees and gently, ever so gently, applied pressure silently commanding she open for me.
I watched her eyes dart around the café, unsure if my actions had attracted attention. Her breathing changed, becoming deeper, as my hand moved slowly up her inner thigh. I felt no opposition and was soon assured of her need as she opened her legs even more, allowing my hand freedom to roam.
"You want this, don't you Kay? You want to feel my hand against your seeping pussy? You want to feel my fingers pry you open and take you, right here, in the middle of the café, don't you Kay?" I whispered huskily.
Her eyes had given up darting and settled on my face. I know she saw the devil dancing in the dark. Her fingers of one hand curled tightly around the glass, the other gripped the arm of the chair and the sound she emitted was the most beautiful music.
"Tell me Kay. Tell me what you want." My voice was low and urgent as my hand moved into position, deliriously happy that I found no barrier. Her cunt was hot, wet and swollen as my fingers teased her weeping hole.
****
My attention was brought back to the present with her whimper and lusty moan. Her questing fingers had found her clit and were gently circling, her hips mimicking her fingers and her cunt pouring her essence into the room. God, she was beautiful.
My cock jerked as her scent invaded my nostrils, my eyes riveted to her fingers and gleaming cunt. Her pink pussy, now a deep blood engorged red, as her arousal built. I watched as two of her fingers dipped down and sank into her inviting hole.
