Becca 1

I first met Becca when I was teaching in England. At the time she was seventeen and I was 23. She was a very pretty, and very friendly girl and had a lovely personality, but she was not the most intelligent girl in the group by a long way, but she worked hard. My first contact with her was through teaching her and then in time she would come to me to get papers signed for instance for me to sign the form for her to renew her passport. Later she came and she was quite upset when she told me that her parents had arranged a marriage for her back in India. She was not very happy about it and she wanted me to help her find a husband in England, but this request was beyond my abilities so, when I lost contact with her I presumed that she had gone back to India to get married.

Three years later I decided to take up a teaching post in India myself and I was lucky to get an appointment teaching at a college in Nagpur. It was at a small leaving party held in the college that one of our Indian teachers told me that Becca now lived in Nagpur, and she had been married to an army man who had died in a clash with some rebels in Kashmir just after they had been married for 6 months. She told me that Becca was virtually penniless, and was relying on help from her family in England. She also told me that she often asked about me when they talked on the telephone. She said she remembered how helpful I had been when she was a student with me.

Her friend must had written to her and suggested that while I was teaching in Nagpur that I should stay with her, as she knew me, and the money I would pay her for lodging with her would help her financially. I got a message the day before I left England from her friend giving me her address in Nagpur and saying that I could stay with her if I wished, and that Becca was looking forward to meeting me again. Being single one of my reasons for moving to India was because I liked Indian girls. I found them very pretty and very easy to get on with and as a teacher I found that they were keen to study. I had hoped that one day I would meet an Indian lady who would become my wife.

To my delight Becca was waiting for me at the airport when I arrived with a big welcoming smile. She gave me a hug and put up her cheek for a kiss. She looked absolutely lovely, much lovelier than I remembered her, and so I decided to take up the offer to stay at Becca's house as I knew her, and I was very conscious that it would be helpful financially for her too. I was also very conscious that it would be nicer to stay with someone I knew rather than in a hotel or boarding house where I would be a stranger. When I arrived at her home, she took me to a bedroom where I would sleep. I unpacked and settled in the room while Becca brought some snacks for me. While eating them, she told me that she was very happy to have me in her home. She was very friendly and also I thought she was even prettier and had matured a lot from when I had last met her in England.

We talked a lot about the college back in England and my reasons for my coming to India and I said to her that I was absolutely delighted to see her again . Talking to her brought back to me just how nice a girl she really was, and I also thought that she had matured quite a bit since we last met. She was still only 20. Her figure was good, with a gorgeous bust, lovely eyes and she had a nice complexion and quite quickly I became quite besotted with her. That day she had met me at the airport she had been wearing a lovely yellow Sari with matching blouse which showed her figure off to the best advantage. That night I went to bed thinking about Becca, and for the very first time I was thinking seriously that she would make a good wife for me, but obviously I had to get to know her much better first, and she also had to agree.

The next day I was free, after first letting the college know that I had arrived and giving them my address, and as I had a few days before I had to start at the college I decided to get to know the city so that I could find my way around. I got myself ready, and invited Becca to join me. She agreed and soon she was ready and we headed out. We walked around sight seeing for 2-3 hours, stopping occasionally for refreshments and gradually we became much closer and not so much like casual acquaintances. We talked, and laughed together a lot before we turned back towards her home.

While we were walking Becca became intrigued by a ladies market and told me that she wanted to buy some things from there. We entered the market and she headed to a big lingerie shop. I was a little surprised and little embarrassed to be in a ladies shop with all the female assistants looking at me, but I was also interested in seeing what sort of lingerie she wore. She selected several sexy bra panty sets and asked my opinion on them all before buying them. I pointed towards a black bra panty set and one nightdress and I told her I thought she would look lovely in them.

She bought the sets and we came back home. I went into my bedroom and I reflected that increasingly Becca was beginning to behave towards me in many ways as though I was her husband. I didn't know where this was going, but I was quite pleased that she was. I decided however, that the next move must be up to her. To my surprise when I went out for dinner I found she was wearing the black nightdress she had bought when she called to me.

She asked me "Do you think that this looks as beautiful on me as you thought when you chose it. I admired it and said "Its not just the nightdress Becca it's the lady inside it that makes it beautiful. Becca blushed and went very quiet for the rest of the meal.

We ate our dinner and before going to bed, I asked her, "Does the other lingerie look just as nice on you as well." She blushed again but did not reply. However I was getting the message that having me in the house was beginning to cause her some problems, which I could well appreciate. I knew that she had been a widow for some months, and must be feeling the need for male company at times.

The next day, the suspense was killing me and so I decided that perhaps I should make the first approach and after getting ready in the morning, I went into the kitchen. Becca was busy preparing lunch while I observed her from the back. She was still wearing the nightdress. It was quite transparent and her bra was clearly visible through it. With my heart in my mouth I decided to act boldly, so I went and put my arms around her with my hands gently rubbing her breasts, and I started to kiss her on the back of the neck. At first, she struggled slightly and said "What are you doing Tony?" But then she gave a little moan and her head fell back on my shoulder and she turned her head slightly so that I could kiss her properly on the lips.

Then she turned and we held each other close as we kissed, my cock was sticking into her, and she smiled up at me and said "Tony dear let's go to my bedroom." I followed her to her bedroom, and we sat for a while on her bed while we kissed and fondled each others bodies, without speaking. Our kisses became more passionate, and we began French kissing, while I continued to fondle her now very hard nipples. After a short while I felt Becca's hands unzip my shorts and she began to fondle my now rock hard cock

Within a few minutes we were both naked and lying on the bed. I looked down at her as she lay on the bed, and I realised that she looked like a real sex goddess. We again started kissing and I took her nipples into my mouth and started gently sucking on them. Becca started moaning in pleasure. "AAAA...Hhh....AAhhhhh......uuuuhhhhh......hh...Mmmm......"my hand went down and I began to fondly her pussy and gradually inserted two fingers. She was obviously enjoying it, and was moaning heavily. She fully parted her legs wide and allowed me to finger her throbbing clit, in a circular manner ,gradually going a bit faster. She instantly let out a low moan. "AAAAAAAhhhhhhh.......mmmm.......oooohhhhh......ahhhhhhhh...." I kept massaging her clit for about five minutes kissing her lips and sucking her nipples hard. Then I went down the bed and laid her on the edge of the bed. She looked at me very sexily. And I started licking her naked pussy with my tongue. Instantly she let out a scream of ecstasy. I kept exploring her pussy with my tongue. She was almost crying and bucking her body around . "Oh god, don't stop!" She protested, pushing my face back down when I came up for air. "Like before again please... oh god... I'm so close, don't stop, don't ever stop...." I felt an orgasm building in her as her pussy contracted.

"Oh my God!" She screamed, as her body began to tremble uncontrollably as a powerful orgasm took over her body. with one loud moan she came hard. Then I laid back on the bed on my back and Becca straddled me, her hand went down and took my cock and gently inserted it into her love tunnel. She was really tight, then Becca started to move up and down slowly at first while I played with her nipples. Now she gradually increased the pace, moaning heavily all the time. I was responding as I pushed up to meet her thrusts With each push, she would moan hard and the feeling for both of us was incredible. Then she leaned forward to kiss my lips and I responded by kissing her hard in return

I whispered in her ears, "I think I love you Becca!" She said she loved me too. She rested her upper body on her elbows, trying to use them as leverage to push her hips in towards me, adding more force to each thrust as she moaned, still sensitive from the orgasms. "Fuck me... fuck me hard!" she urged. "Make me cum again." I cupped her buttocks in both hands and started to press them hard on my cock. Her moans grew even louder and more emphatic. She was so very, very close. I moved faster as her pussy walls vibrated and contracted on my cock and once again she came hard, and let out a long low moan.

By the time, we were sweating and were both very hot. As we continued to make love, we both were gasping and moaning in pleasure. I pulled out and we settled ourselves down to make love in missionary style. As I penetrated hard. With that we speeded up and I started to pound her pussy even harder. I watched her breasts jiggling with each thrust. This time I was thrusting really hard. The whole bed was moving and she was struggling for support and gasping for breath. I felt an immense pleasure and an orgasm started to build in me. I got faster and faster holding her really tight and I pounded her pussy even harder. With one last thrust, I came again in her pussy and moaning hard I collapsed on the bed beside her. We both were panting, and wet with much perspiration. Our love juices drooled out of her pussy on to the bed. I kissed her and cleaned cum of my cock and her pussy with her panties. We stayed in each other's arms for some time and slept there. It was a very late lunch that day.

What the future holds we do not know, but six months have now passed, and we are more in love now than we were before. We have never really talked about marriage, as for the present we are happy just being very passionate lovers.

The End