It was June of 2015 when I went to Delhi, India, to enjoy a weeklong vacation. During my stay, I went on every tour available to me. I saw many wonders, and not all of it was desert. I enjoyed the nightlife. The nightclubs rocked, and to my great fortune, I met a tall, handsome Indian named Gopal who approached me at the bar. He had coal-black hair, long lashes and gorgeous eyes, and a sexy smile that nearly had me sliding off my stool.
We talked, drank, danced, and flirted. Nothing beyond that happened that night, but we made a date for the following night. Gopal wanted to take me to a classy restaurant for dinner, and I readily accepted.
I prepared myself for our date with just enough makeup to look seductive and spritzed my favorite perfume in all the right places. I wore a blue chiffon dress with matching four-inch heels and a cream-colored shawl.
Gopal knocked on my hotel room door precisely at 6 PM. We took a cab to a posh restaurant. Once inside, we were seated in a cozy hideaway in one corner of the room. The soft candlelight gave it the allure of a romantic liaison. We read the menu and placed our orders.
All through dinner, I couldn’t keep my eyes off of him. His accent, mannerisms, and his sexy smile touched more than just my heart. Halfway through dinner, I had already wet through my panties. I fantasized how it would feel with his lips on my nipples and his cock plunging deep inside my wanton pussy.
I wasn’t alone in my thoughts. As Gopal looked at me, he wondered how far things would go. My smile, voice, gestures, and fragrance gave him signals that I wanted more than just dinner at a fine restaurant. He felt his cock stirring. His mouth went dry, and he had to take a drink of wine before he could speak. He asked me if I would like to take a walk with him. I told him it was a marvelous idea. The evening was perfect for a moonlight stroll.
As we walked, we talked as if old friends. We walked along a deserted garden pathway. We held hands as we walked. Then I spoke, Gopal, I hope you do not mind me being forward, but I think you are very handsome and sexy.”
Gopal replied, “Oh, I don’t mind it at all. If you don’t mind me being blunt, I think you are sexy and beautiful. I would love to kiss your cherry-red lips right now, mmm…so luscious and inviting.”
I felt my temperature rising. “Gopal, when I look into your eyes, I tremble with desire,” I confessed and followed my words with a lustful kiss. He pulled me into his arms and kissed me back with all the passion one man could give.
Gopal looked into my eyes and said, “Ann, I want you. I want to feel your naked body against mine as we lay together. My cock is swelling now as I think about sliding it into your hot body.”
Oh, damn! Gopal was outright slaying me with his words. I put my arms around him, gazed into his beautiful eyes, and purred. “Well, what are we waiting for? I am burning with lust to touch you, kiss you, and wrap my lips around your cock,” I said as I reached down and gave his cock a quick rub through his pants.
We left the garden path and hastily hailed a cab to return to the hotel. I clung to Gopal as we walked to my room. After unlocking the door, we both quickly went inside. I threw myself at him, kissing him hard as my fingers slid down the outside of his pants to once again caress the outline of his cock. I could tell he had a big cock.
The thrilling touch of my hand on his cock made him gasp. “Ooh, God! Baby, I am yours tonight. What would you like to do first?” He asked excitedly.
I leaned into Gopal and asked, “How do you feel about tying me to the bed and blindfolding me?”
“Really?”
“Really! I like to be bound and teased until I can’t take it any longer. It always makes me so fucking hot my pussy squirts when I climax.”
Gopal’s eyes widened, and he grinned, “Oh, Ann, I would love to tie you up and tease you in ways you will always remember.”
I kissed him and said, “Why don’t you take your clothes off.”
As Gopal eagerly stripped, I took four colorful scarves and a red silk blindfold from my suitcase. Then I stood there to watch him undress. He revealed his muscular physique and a well-endowed erection. I flashed him a steamy look and purred while licking my lips. Then I hastily stripped off my clothes, and we were both naked from head to toe. I handed him the scarves and the blindfold. Then I climbed onto the bed.
Gopal licked his lips in anticipation as I placed myself spread-eagle on the bed. He then tied me gently to the four corners of the frame. He was careful not to pull the knots too tight but tight enough for me not to get loose.
“Are you ready?” Gopal asked.
I trembled with anticipation and replied, “Oh, yes, more than ready.”
Gopal sat on the side of the bed and placed the blindfold over my eyes. He stood up, and although I had the blindfold on, I could tell he was staring down at me, seeing how sexy and vulnerable I looked.
I loved that vulnerable, helpless feeling that washed over me as I lay, hot and naked, waiting for his moves. My swollen nipples were begging for his touch, and my pussy was already leaking juice between the cheeks of my ass and spotting the bedsheets.
Gopal moved the position of my legs to see more of my glistening pink folds. I heard his breathing quicken and knew he was excited. I didn’t know what Gopal would do next until I felt him lean over me and blow his warm breath across my nipples to watch them swell and stiffen more. He continued to tantalize my nipples with his fingers. More juice tricked between the cheeks of my ass.
I moaned, waiting for more of his touch. Gopal made me wait a little longer this time. He watched me squirm and pull against the bindings as I became more restless until I arched my back and squealed, “Ohhh, please, Gopal, I beg you not to stop!”
I heard him chuckle, and then I felt him brush my firm tits lightly with his hand, first one, and then the other. He drew tantalizing circles around my areolas with the tips of his fingers. Then I purred with delight when he took a nipple with each hand and began pulling and rolling them. I pulled on my bindings and found each one secure. I could not move, only to heave my breasts and squirm my ass against the sheets.
Oh god, I loved feeling helpless at the mercy of Gopal’s hands. I shivered with brazen delight and began to sweat, and the musky scent of my heat hung heavy in the air around the bed.
He again paused, not saying or doing anything. Then, he placed his lips around my left nipple and drew it into his mouth. He held my teat between his teeth, and lashed it with his tongue, repeating the same action with my other nipple. Then as quickly as he started, he stopped and got off the bed.
I could feel his eyes on me. My nipples were wet and swollen. Every inch of my body tingled with desire. It seemed like an eternity before I felt his weight on the bed again. He then began caressing my long shapely legs. His hands moved slowly, with just the feathery touch of his fingers. He started at my ankles and glided upward until his hands rested on my thighs. His fingers webbed over my upper thighs.
My clit swelled and throbbed, anxiously wanting to be touched. More juice flowed from my pussy and trickled down the crack of my ass. I could now feel the wet puddle spreading on the sheets beneath me.
His fingers moved over the warm flesh of my inner thighs, ever closer to my wet folds, pausing, then rubbing, yet not touching my pussy. Then he stopped and did nothing.
I felt my body getting closer to an orgasm. My breathing quickened. I cried out, “Oh God, touch my pussy, Gopal! Eat me!”
Gopal leaned over me and whispered, “Hush, baby, I will eat you in due time. For now, you must wait.”
He knew if he delayed touching me, it would intensify my climax. Then he moved until his mouth was a half-inch from my mouth and blew his breath across my lips. He waited again. A moment later, his tongue traced the outline of my lips. He paused and did not kiss me yet.
I hungered for his kiss. It was sheer torment, but I loved it. I wanted desperately to kiss him and entangle my tongue with his. I parted my lips, waiting for his kiss. Then, out of the blue, he leaned over me and kissed me passionately. I returned his kiss, snorting with passion and moaning with desire for him. I was dizzy with desire, wanting and needing more, as more juice trickled from my pussy.
He suckled my tits again. I arched my back and quivered while moaning incoherently. He stopped again. Each delay seemed like an eternity. I wished I was untied to pull him closer to me.
He then moved between my legs and slowly ran the tip of his nose along my juicy slit, taking in the scent of my heat. He blew across my juicy flesh. I moaned from the heat of his breath on my clit and nearly passed out. However, I mustered the will to speak and begged, “Eat me, please, Gopal.
He finally tired of hearing me beg and used his fingers to gradually spread my labia. His tongue caressed the inner folds of my pussy.
I cried out, “Yes! Ooh, baby, yes!”
He uttered, “Be quiet. You are way too dramatic, my precious red-haired beauty.”
He was right. I am loud, very loud at times when I am having sex. I love to voice what I feel. A man deserves to know how much he pleasures me. I held what I wanted to express inside me, while his tongue zig-zagged across my pussy and slithered like a slippery snake inside my vagina.
Holding my moans back was too much for me. I started crying out again as Gopal tongue-fucked me and fingered my clit, stopping before making me climax. I bit my lip to fight the urge to scream. Oh, god, he was teasing me beyond endurance. I did not know how much more I could take.
He then moved up to where his crotch was above mine. He took his cock in hand and rubbed it across the folds of my pussy repeatedly. I arched my hips and held my breath as he slowly slid his cock inside me. He gave me a little at a time, going deeper with each stroke until his balls pressed against my ass. His cock was ten inches long when fully erect, and at times, it felt like it was penetrating my womb.
He fucked me slow and deep at first. I held onto his sides and ran my hands over his back and down his ass, whispering how good he felt inside me. He reached down and rubbed my clit while he fucked me.
“Do you want me to cum inside you, Ann?” he asked.
“Yesss! Yes, cum inside me, Gopal.”
Gopal held onto my hips and fucked me faster. My climax surged from the core of my body, and I milked his cock as my cunt convulsed. This triggered his climax, and I felt the warm squirts of his semen mixing into my juices. It was a great climax for the both of us, and he lay with his cock still inside me for a moment until it slid from my pussy, leaving a gaping hole where his cock had been.
Gopal got off the bed and freed my arms and legs. He lay beside me and removed my blindfold. He looked into my eyes and he kissed me long and hard. Then he said, “Clean my cock, baby.”
I moved to take his member in my hand and fought against my chokes and gaga gags as I swallowed every inch of his sticky shaft. His cock was halfway down my throat before I let it back up. I feasted on the taste of our combined bodily fluids.
When I finished, we lay back on the bed holding each other and basking in the afterglow.
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The following morning I awoke in the arms of my Indian lover. I wiped the sleep from my eyes and purred while remembering the events of last night. I turned my head and looked at Gopal while he was sleeping. I let out a soft moan as a devilish grin crossed my face. It was time to give Gopal my version of a wake-up call.
I slid out from under his arms and carefully pulled down the sheet, trying not to wake him yet. I paused to admire his naked form. I moved up to his face and kissed his lips gently. Then I slithered downward until my face and lips were close to his flaccid cock. Mmm, the musky aroma of his crotch was tantalizing.
As his light snoring continued, I grasped his cock gently, licking around its tip and down the shaft. “Mmm,” I murmured.
I glanced up as I sucked and watched for some reaction. I was sure my actions would cause Gopal to stir, but his eyes remained closed, and the rhythmic movement of his chest assured me that he was still asleep. But his cock had a mind of its own and began to harden. I loved feeling his cock growing in my mouth. I sucked harder, taking more of his cock through my lips.
“Mmm, what are you doing?” Gopal asked as he opened his eyes and looked down at me.
“I’m giving you a morning wake-up call. I have to go soon. My flight leaves at 10 AM.”
“Well, then, please finish my wake-up call. Suck my dick, baby, and make me cum,” Gopal said and rested his head back on the pillow.
I went to work on his cock and took it down my throat several times between bobbing my head up and down like a woodpecker. Gopal reached down and ran his fingers through my hair and began fucking my mouth fast and hard.
Gopal soon cried out, “I’m cumming, baby! I’m cumming,” as his cock spurted delicious globs of hot semen into my mouth and down my throat.
Mmm, his cum tasted so good so early in the morning. I wish I could have had another night with Gopal, but I had to leave. When it came time to depart, Gopal drove me to the airport. We kissed goodbye. That was the last I saw of him, but the memories remain.
