This is my second story. I want to thank the readers for their positive response to my first story. I hope you enjoy this one as well. I would like to thank my Editor, Michaeld17110, for helping me with the final draft.
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Some background for new readers. My name is Suman. I am happily married to Raman. We are an Indian couple in our 40s. In my first story, I told the tale of our first swap. It seems that we have our adventures while we are on holiday. On this occasion, we took a trip to Kuala Lumpur, Genting, and Bali about 3 years go.
Our travel agent had booked us a hotel in Genting with an early check-in. So, after we reached Kuala Lumpur in the early morning hours, we drove straight to Genting. As usual, there were hordes of tourists everywhere. After a night of travel we were tired, so we checked in to our room and relaxed for a while. When we emerged from our room to go to the Outdoor theme park, the lobby of our hotel was experiencing a huge rush of tourist groups from, China, Korea and Japan waiting to check in to their rooms. We were watching them, when suddenly another busload of Chinese tourists entered the lobby. There was a lot of jostling, and in the melee everyone was pushed around. A young Chinese girl with a huge backpack was pushed into Raman resulting in them both falling down in a heap. Raman tried to get up, then winced in pain. He told me that he thought he had strained his thigh and he was having a terrible time trying to stand.
The group, especially the young girl, whose name we were to learn was Hua, could not apologize enough. She and several other members of her group helped Raman up. He said the pain was extreme, so we decided to go back to our room. With lots of apologies from the group and the girl, they helped him rise. Hua and several members of the group helped Raman since he was having trouble walking. None of them spoke English. But, through gestures, looks and words that we did not understand fully, were able to convey their sincere apologies for what happened. Raman took a painkiller tablet from our medicine kit and we settled in to relax and watch TV.
About an hour later, while I was in the bathroom, the door bell to our room rang. Raman limped to the door and when he opened it, to his surprise, there stood Hua. She had come with a bottle of pain relief, a mentholated rub on the order of Tiger balm. She handed Raman the bottle and indicated to him with hand motions that he should rub it on his leg. Raman thought it would be indecent of him to do it in front of this young girl we had just met, so he tried to motion to her that he would do it later. She kept talking and gesturing, trying to tell him something but he was unable to understand. He thought the girl wanted the bottle back and was waiting for him to rub some on his thigh.
Raman called to me and asked me to rub some on for him. He then removed his pants and, wearing only his underwear, laid down on the bed. Hua was trying to tell us something, but again, we were unable to understand. I took the bottle of lotion and rubbed some balm on Raman's thigh. The lotion was creating a heat sensation on his thigh and he tried to get me to stop rubbing it on him. Hua, was very vocal and was strongly gesturing for me to continue. As I started massaging Raman's thigh, eventually the lotion and the massage began to have an effect. So, he allowed me to continue and said that it was making his leg feel better.
All the while, Raman was looking at her and telling me in our language how nice it would be fuck such a young girl. Hua appeared to be 21 or 22 years of age. She had a slim figure, a pretty face and very fair skin. We were smiling at her while talking. Raman was getting exited. I could see his cock rising and trying to push its way out of his underwear. I kept one hand on his underwear and was massaging his thigh with other. Just then, my mobile started ringing and I got up to answer it. I was talking at the other end of room and a few minutes later looked over at Raman. I was surprised to see Hua massaging Raman's thigh. I winked at Raman and kept on talking on the cell, moving to the balcony.