Among our group of friends at work she'd started off with the harsh, but sometimes justifiable, nickname of the "Punjabi Princess". She was the only non-white member of the team and, being raised as the favoured daughter of a doting father, she'd become accustomed to being held in no small regard. Although Ayesha started with a condescending attitude and a massive stick up her arse over time she'd loosened up around us to reveal a keen mind and a great, dry, sense of humour. Over about six months she and I had begun to grow a lot closer. What started as inseparable friendship had started to become more. Everything came to ahead when she separated from the Asian guy her parents had hoped she'd commit to.
It might seem a little odd, or even fetishy, but I'd only ever dated white girls before Esh. I discovered there was something enthralling about seeing my hard, very white, cock push between her dark brown nether lips and open them up to reveal the ever so sweet pink treasure hidden within. She loved it when I lay my cock against her slit and just rocked back and forth, stimulating her lips and clit, while our skin colour contrast inspired me to pound her into the bed.
While I'd marry her in a heartbeat I've never really wanted kids so when she had to "return to the motherland" for a month for a set of family events, which I was still too new, and white, to attend, she decided to take the time off her contraception pill to 'let her body re-adjust'. I smelt danger in the air. Then again she wasn't going to be here so I wouldn't be tempted to do something stupid, so I didn't really have any right to an objection. Or so I reasoned. I'm an idiot. She knew what she was doing even if I didn't.
As a young man alone for a month I'd let the housework get a little on top of me and I'd planned to take a half day off the day before she arrived home and blitz the place. I wanted everything to be perfect when she returned and nothing was going to come between me, her, and our bed. Arriving home early from work I unlocked the door and heard the radio playing from the bedroom. I didn't remember leaving it on but I'd done it before. I dropped my bag on the sideboard and walked towards it to turn it off. And there she was, a light brown vision in very skimpy underwear. "Ayesha!" I blurted in surprise.
She guiltily flinched a little from the unexpected noise and turned to face me in stockings, a suspender belt and a well filled little white lacy bra. The front of my trousers suddenly seemed to be a few sizes too small as my now straining cock sprang to life at what she was wearing. She nearly leapt over the bed to wrap her arms around me, "I've missed you, Dean", she beamed before planting her lips against mine. We both felt her press against my tumid manhood and her nipples came to life against my chest. I lowered my hands to her pert and very bare bottom and lifted her up. She wrapped her silky, stocking clad, legs around me and I walked us the few paces to the bed, without our lips ever parting.
Once she was on the bed I released her from my arms and pulled my shirt up and over my head. "You've ruined everything. I got here early to get all dressed up for when you got home tonight. I was going to order food and keep you in here all night."
"Don't worry about leaving this bed. If you think you're getting out of this room while you're wearing that you've got another thing coming." I wittily managed while unbuckling my belt and unfastening my trousers. She slid a delicate hand down her flat, toned, stomach to her trimmed pubic hair and caressed her fingertips along her engorged dark chocolate lips.
"I've missed you. I was going stir crazy thinking about you and the monster." she trembled a little as her fingers moved slowly, leaving a small strand of sticky wetness trailing behind them.
