Getting to Know You
Nav's jet landed at the resort's private airport, rolling into the hangar where it would be serviced and recharged for the flight home. Nav placed an order for the cabin to get a thorough cleaning. It smelled like sex.
He'd chosen this particular destination for their vacation because he knew Meena had never seen snow or mountains. Their suite had floor-to-ceiling windows with a magnificent view of jagged peaks with ski runs in the foothills. Meena stared at the fantastic scene spread before her.
"Do you like it?" Nav asked, knowing the answer.
"It's wonderful!" Meena said, watching skiers zooming across the white snow. Nav was an expert skier. He expected Meena to learn it quickly because she had so much inborn athletic ability. He poured them drinks and turned off the lights in the room so they could see outside better. They cuddled up on a couch in front of the window and talked about what they'd do the next day, but the conversation stopped abruptly when it began to snow. Soon, big fluffy flakes drifted down outside the window. Meena was speechless with the beauty of it all. She'd read about snow. Her pure, innocent awe made Nav grateful that he could be with her as she got her first look at one of nature's wonders.
It was at that exact moment that Meena revealed she was thinking along the same lines. "I'm so lucky to be here to see this with you," she said.
"I'm the lucky one," Nav said.
They were both right.
It was soon dark, with the only illumination coming from the lights on the ski slopes. Nav told her that she'd learn to ski tomorrow, assuring her that it was just as fun as it looked. She kept staring at the skiers and the rest of the scene outside the window. Everything would have been unimaginable before she'd seen it for herself.
Nav arranged for a personal shopper to come to their room. She introduced herself, then took Meena's measurements. Nav told her that Meena needed everything for a week at the resort. Her most immediate need was for a ski suit, but she also needed clothes appropriate for sightseeing in town, dining at formal restaurants, and dancing at the resort's clubs. She needed shoes. Undergarments. Cosmetics. Everything. Hearing Nav describe the things he'd planned for the week made Meena indescribably happy. He'd obviously put a lot of thought into making preparations for a trip designed to make her happy. She'd been taught to expect her Master to take good care of her, but she hadn't known what that meant. She was learning.
The shopper assured Nav that the tailored clothes would be fabricated overnight, and that they would fit Meena perfectly. Her new wardrobe would be based on the most fashionable current designs, and they would look stylish as well as lovely. "Meena, you're so beautiful you'd make anything look good," the buyer said. "I guarantee you'll both love it all."
Since Meena's new wardrobe wasn't ready yet, Nav decided not to dine in one of the resort's restaurants. He called room service and ordered dinner, having their table set up right next to the window so Meena could continue enjoying the view.
Meena didn't eat much. She was so excited by so many things she had little appetite. But she never ate a lot. Part of the modifications that prevented the possibility of obesity was a resistance to eating more than her body needed to be healthy. She preferred nutritious, high-quality food, and Nav realized that the meal he'd ordered was too rich. She ate all her vegetables and about half of her fish, skipping a potato dish made with cream, and taking just one bite of dessert. If Nav wanted to splurge on an especially fancy dinner, he'd have to tell Meena to cut back on breakfast and lunch. She would always be at her ideal weight.
When it was time to retire, Nav told Meena to take off her clothes and wait for him in bed. He went to the bathroom to brush his teeth and hang up his clothes. When he returned to the bedroom, Meena was lying down and holding the blanket tightly up to her chin. She was shy. It was adorable. He'd seen her naked several times, but she was still too modest to expose any skin.
Nav sat beside her in bed. He took hold of the blankets and gently pulled them down. Meena tried to cover herself, but Nav was insistent. The blankets moved lower and lower, revealing more and more as Meena grew increasingly flustered and excited. It felt as though he was making love with his eyes. He made her feel that being naked felt sexy.
Nav finally pulled the blankets all the way down to Meena's feet, leaving her completely exposed. She tried to cover herself with her hands. "Don't do that," Nav said, placing her hands at her sides. He spent a long time just looking at her. It felt naughty, and erotic, and sensuous, all at the same time.
It got more intense when Nav began easing her legs apart. She was alarmed by the idea that he wanted to look directly at her private parts, so she squeezed her legs together. Nav thought there was nothing more beautiful than a woman's pussy. Smiling at her resistance, he gently pushed her legs to each side so he had a direct view. Meena blushed. It wasn't a normal blush that sent pink to her cheeks. She blushed deeply from her forehead to her nipples.
Nav laid down next to Meena and ran his hands over her body. They enjoyed a slow, relaxed eroticism that was different from the urgent sex they'd enjoyed before. Nav took Meena's hand and placed it on his cock, wrapping her fingers around it. It was warm, and getting hard. The shaft, the head, and the root felt new to her. Nav began growing larger, and he sighed in pleasure. "That feels nice, Meena," he said.
She began using both hands, and the cock transformed into something that felt like iron wrapped in velvet. Certain kinds of touch drew pleased reactions from Nav. A sharp intake of breath. A little moan of contentment. Signs that she was exciting him. Meena enjoyed feeling she was giving her Master pleasure. Most of the time it was Nav who pleasured her. She saw why he enjoyed giving such joy.
Nav considered laying on his back and letting Meena stroke him until he came. She hadn't seen what it looked like when his cock throbbed and cum came out in pulses, and he needed to show her eventually. But he looked at the beautiful girl giving him pleasure, and he remembered that sex was new to her. She had needs. It was his job to meet her needs. There was plenty of time for hand jobs in their future.
He kissed Meena passionately. She was proud that she'd excited him, and she knew he was about to excite her, too. She felt his hard cock press into her thigh as he got on top. Meena wanted it inside her. She'd just started having sex, and already she hungered for it. Nav ignited a desire she'd never known she had, and now she wanted him to fan those flames.
Nav placed the head of his cock at the entrance to her pussy. She was already wet. "You are such a sexy girl," he whispered. "I couldn't resist you if I tried."
"Don't try," she said.
Nav pushed inside her a tiny amount, paused, withdrew, paused, then pushed inside the slightest bit more. Meena wanted him to go deeper, to move faster, and she tilted her pelvis up to try to get more of him inside her. As before, Nav thwarted Meena, giving her his cock in tiny increments that weren't nearly enough. She shook her head in frustration and moaned. "Please," she said. "Please please please." She was beginning to figure out that Nav enjoyed making her wait, and he liked hearing her beg.
Nav finally pushed the head of his cock into her. It wasn't nearly enough, but it was a start, and she rocked her pelvis harder to let Nav know she wanted more.
