(this story is a work of fiction with all participants above the age of 18 years)
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I had to go to London for some bank audit, and as usual my fiance could not join me due to his exams. Well it was entirely his loss and I was determined to have fun come what may. As I landed it was bitterly cold, and though I was well prepared with my warm clothes and multiple layers, I still felt a chill going down to my bones and didn't like it at all. My cousin had come to pick me up at Heathrow, and I was glad to be staying over with her for the weekend at her council house. It was nice to see a familiar face in a foreign land and her tips would help me get accustomed to life in the city easier.
It took nearly an hour to reach her place, but it went by in a flash as I couldn't take my eyes off the trees lining the road. They were decked in the fall colors and the golden hour made them even more beautiful, as the rigors of the long flight were soon forgotten. It was a cozy row house with a small garden out front. The kitchen and living room were on the ground floor and the bedrooms one flight up. I deposited my bags in the guest bedroom, after she showed me around, and freshened up for dinner.
My cousin was around ten years elder to me, and I had met her a couple of times on her previous trips to India. Even though we were meeting again after nearly five years, she made me feel comfortable and right at home. She had a dusky complexion with short hair in a bob. Though she was petite, she had curves in all the right places and very likeable too. Though it was initially difficult to grasp her accent, she was quite a chatterbox and we soon descended into an easy familiarity, reminiscing about things back home and joking too.
Dinner was at her moms place just a block away, and she advised me to wear a coat as there was a nip in the air. What she termed as a slight chill was literally like being stuck in a freezer. I hurried down the street as the biting wind made my face numb and lips blue. Glad to get indoors once more, I enjoyed the piping hot Indian food that her mom had made tucking into it with gusto. Belly full we relaxed with my aunt, overdosing on nostalgia at the after dinner conversation.
The walk back home was even worse, with a light drizzle that made it a wet and miserable jog home. As soon as the door shut behind us, we collapsed into each other's arms giggling like schoolgirls, on how amusing we looked rushing to get back in the dark. I was tired after the long day so I said goodnight and prepared for bed. She turned the heating on, and after making sure I was comfortable, said that her bedroom was just across the hallway, if I ever needed anything.
As I shut the door and got out of my wet clothes, I felt a slight chill even though the room was quite toasty. My nipples free of the confines of my bra were stiff to points and there were goosebumps on my arms as I changed into my cotton nighty. I could see the moonlight streaming through the open window and as I tucked myself into the soft bed with the comforter snug around me, I felt a wave of loneliness creep over me, missing the feel of his warm body next to mine. I closed my eyes and imagined his hands roaming all over my aroused flesh.
My hands mimicked my feverish imagination, as they caressed my face and stroked my nipples in turn. My thighs opened to ease the access of my fingers to my wet cunt. My actions became more frenetic as my body responded to my touches and soon I had worked up a sweat, throwing the covers of as my fingers pleasured my clit. My eyes still closed, I let off sighs and soft moans of pleasure as my touches became more urgent and rough inflaming my passions. Soon I was writhing on the bed as my hips thrust upwards as my fingers explored my depths, my vagina closing around them coating them with my cream. I had passed the point of no return and bit into the pillow to muffle my scream as I gushed out, with waves of pleasure coursing over me.
I lay back spent, flushed from the hectic activity as my body relaxed once more. As I opened my eyes again, I felt a wetness on the mattress and was ashamed at my lack of self control. Repairing to the bathroom, I got a washcloth to clean up the stains on the sheets. I silently cursed myself for not sticking to the vow of abstinence, that I had made to myself before I embarked on this trip. His surfeit of love at home, where he couldn't keep his hands off me had turned me into a sex addict, from the timid, goody goody girl I once was.
I hoped that I had been discreet enough to not embarrass my cousin with my cries of passion, wishing she was already asleep. But as I calmed down, I heard creaking and whirring sounds reverberating in the silent night. I was frightened and opened the door, making my way to her room. Her room door was ajar and in the moonlight streaming in from the window, I could make out an apparition on her bed and peeked within, mouth agape in astonishment.
What I saw was a revelation, making me both hot and wet again. She was bouncing on the bed in the throes of ecstasy, completely naked, her dusky skin glowing in the dark. She had a vibrator in her hand and it pulsated between her thighs as she bounced up and down on the bed, groaning with pleasure. Her head was thrown back, with a glazed look in her eyes and her sexy curves silhouetted against the moonbeams. Indulging my voyeuristic side my hand went to my pussy, stroking it to action again. With a shriek she came, and I scurried away before I was caught in the act.
Even though I had just had a delicious dinner a couple of hours back, all this action had made me hungry and I traipsed downstairs into the kitchen to satisfy my midnight cravings. I opened the fridge to see what I could rustle up when the lights lit up. I thought it was the motion sensor at first, but on hearing my name called out, I was startled and turned around.
My eyes were wide as saucers and my whole face beet red as I saw her smiling at me. Not only was I embarrassed at being caught in my kitchen foray, but I couldn't take my eyes off her. She didn't have a stitch on her, not even a robe, quite comfortable in her own skin. I kept staring at her red lips her ample bosom topped by dark erect nipples, her hourglass figure, her pierced navel in the middle of her stomach, her wide hips and curved bottom.
Much as I wanted to look away I was transfixed by what I saw, as my eyes gravitated to her smooth mound, still wet and shiny from her lubrication and her thunder thighs. She was the color of dark chocolate and my mouth watered for a taste of her charms. I was jolted out of my frozen state, by her tinkling laughter, and averted my gaze to the floor. She was amused that we both had the same idea, a sort of mental telepathy.