Indian Delite

Uncategorized
2007-07-06

                                 ÂIndian Delight

  ÂIt had been a long, dark, and stormy day. ÂA large hurricane had broken up off the coast of the Carolinas, and its remnants were moving up the eastern seaboard. ÂI had not been anxious to tackle the 18-hour drive home in such a storm. ÂSo, I had slept a little later than usual. ÂIt was late morning when I finally checked out of my central New Jersey motel room. ÂThe desk clerk warned me of the approaching storms. ÂRoad conditions were expected to deteriorate and become hazardous. ÂI didn’t believe road conditions in New Jersey could get much worse than they were under the best of circumstances.

  ÂAs I headed south, traffic on I-95 was practically bumper to bumper. ÂIn the constant rain, it was moving slowly, but moving. ÂOccasionally, an intense thunder storm cell would pass through the area I was in and make driving even worse. ÂI seemed to be making very little progress.  Â
  Â I should have expected nothing less than a hurricane as I headed home. ÂA hurricane was a fitting way to end a stressful week in New York City. ÂIn spite of the weather and traffic, I was relieved to be heading south, toward my home in South Carolina.
   ÂI had not been in New York City on a pleasure trip.

call girl athens 

  ÂMy job as a private investigator had taken me there. ÂI had spent most of my time in New York City in the seedier areas of Brooklyn and The Bronx. ÂA forty-four-year-old, balding, over weight, white man can easily get himself killed working in some of those areas. ÂThough I had successfully completed my assignment, I was still feeling the stress of being an outsider in some of the most dangerous neighborhoods in America. Â Â
 Â Travel was becoming exceedingly slow. ÂBy late afternoon, I had only gotten to the northeastern edge of Philadelphia. ÂTraffic on the I-95 expressway had come to a complete stop.
  ÂA short time later, I overheard on my CB radio the truckers reporting a major bridge ahead of me had been closed. ÂThe truckers were saying the bridge would probably remain closed for several days. ÂI tuned in a local FM radio station on my car’s stereo, and the announcer soon confirmed the truckers’ bridge reports. ÂThe closure had resulted from damage to the bridge's approaches due to storm related high water and wind. ÂIn addition to the storm surge on the coast, many of the smaller streams in the region had swollen beyond their capacity and were flooding. ÂAlternate routes were either closed or as badly backed up as I-95.
  ÂSeeing the futility of trying to continue driving south, I pulled off the interstate, and headed for a Holiday Inn I knew to be nearby. ÂI had previously stayed at that particular motel while working a case in the Philadelphia area.

porn greece baby 

  ÂI secured one of the last rooms they had available, dropped my luggage in the room, and went to their restaurant for dinner.
 Â The dinning room, like the motel, was filled to near capacity. ÂThe dinning room staff was short handed due to the storm, and they were struggling to keep up with demand. ÂSome of the customers were complaining. ÂToo many people, who seemed to think they are the only ones who mattered, were loudly complaining about the slow service. Â
  ÂI have found, that if I treat the staff well, they will do their best for me. ÂEven so, it took a little longer than normal to get my dinner. ÂBut then, I wasn’t going anywhere anyway. ÂNeither were the complainers.
  ÂMy dinner finally arrived, and it was delicious. ÂI was enjoying my steak, onion rings, and a glass of wine when I noticed a young lady walk into the crowded restaurant.  She was a very petite, dark skinned, beauty with long flowing black hair. ÂHer facial features indicated to me she was of Asian Indian ancestry. Â
  ÂShe appeared to be alone. ÂThere were no empty tables.

mpourdela athina 

  ÂI had a table for four to my self. ÂSo, with a broad smile, and indicating the chair across from me, I asked her, "Would you like to join me and sit here?"
  ÂThe young lady seemed shy and hesitant. ÂShe cast her eyes to the floor and did not respond.
  ÂAt first, I thought I was being brush off. ÂI then remembered some of my high school world geography lessons. ÂIndia still had a cast society, and the women there were not nearly as assertive or self-confident as most of our American ladies are. ÂThey were seldom allowed to make decisions without a father or husband’s approval. ÂSo, I stood, pulled out the chair for her, and, with a firmer voice told her, "It may be a while before another table opens up. ÂSit here!"
  ÂShe hesitated a few seconds more, then said, "Thank you!ÂAre you sure you don't mind?"
  Â"I don’t mind at all. I will enjoy the company. ÂNow sit down, please. "ÂI told her.
  Â"I am hungry, and I really don't want to wait for a table. "ÂA smile was beginning to brighten her face.
  ÂAs she sat down, I handed her my business card, held out my hand to her, and said, "I'm James.

ankara eskort 

  ÂPlease call me Jim. ÂWhat brought you here on this stormy night?"
  ÂShaking my hand, she said, "My name is Damini. ÂThat means lightning. ÂI'm going to visit family in Atlanta. ÂI have a cousin who is getting married there in a few days. ÂWhy are you here?"
  ÂThus, started a long evening of conversation between a beautifully petite, twenty-three-year-old girl and a man old enough to be her father. Â
   ÂDamini was soon feeling much more comfortable about spending time with a stranger, and she began to open herself up to me.

• SUDE

  
• Sena

  • 

  
• Alina

  • 

  
• Suzi

  • 

  

She had been born in New Jersey, but her family had clung to their Indian culture. ÂThey had kept tight control over her. ÂEven when she had attended an out of town college as a resident student, she had been required to go home every weekend.
  ÂI found Damini fascinatingly different, and I enjoyed listening to her.
 Â As her dinner arrived, Damini had agreed to share a bottle of wine with me. ÂBy the time we had finished eating, the wine was also nearly gone. ÂAt my invitation, Damini moved to sit closer to me.
  Â As we finished the last of the wine, I said, "Please, join me in the lounge for another glass of wine.

Escorts Kuala Lumpur 

  ÂMaybe we could share a dance as well. "
  ÂAgain she hesitated, before agreeing.
  ÂI picked up both dinner tabs and left a tip. ÂWe then headed to the lounge. ÂAs we left the restaurant, Dimini walked quietly behind me with her head slightly bowed.
 Â I stopped in the hallway, turned to face Damini, and gently took her by the hand. ÂI pulled her up beside me, lifted her chin, and told her, "Damini, you are an American woman in America. ÂWomen here do not follow behind their men. ÂWalk beside me. "
 Â For the first time that evening, I saw a warm smile on Damini's lips. ÂShe continued holding my hand as we walked into the lounge. ÂShe and I enjoyed another glass of wine while we chatted in the crowded and noisy lounge. ÂWhen the live band played a slow tune, I took Dinimi’s hand and guided her to the dance floor.
  ÂAs our first dance began, Damini seemed very tense and held me at a distance. ÂWhether it was my charming and disarming manner, or, more likely, the wine, she slowly began to relax and let me pull her closer.

Greece Female Adult Entertainers near Kalavrita Greece Female Escort near Meteora Greece Women Escorts near Olympia Greece Escorts near Athens International Airport (ATH) Greece Female Escorts near Heraklion International Airport (HER) Greece Female Adult 

  Â
  ÂAs the music played and we moved to its rhythm, she told me that was the first time she had danced with a man without members of her family present.
  ÂWhen the music stopped, I lightly kissed her cheek. ÂA broad smile slowly spread across her face. ÂIn return, she softly kissed me on my lips. ÂWhen we broke the kiss, we remained in the middle of the dance floor holding each other until the next tune started. ÂAs we stared into each other eyes, a hard driving rock and roll number brought us back to reality. ÂWith a firm hug, we returned to our table.
  ÂWhen we had finished our wine, I offered to escort Damini to her room. ÂShe told me she hadn’t checked in yet. ÂKnowing the crowded conditions at the motel, I feared she may have waited much too late to get a room.
  ÂI accompanied her to the lobby, where she was told there were no rooms available.
  ÂI asked about other motels in the area, and was told they too were full.
  ÂDamini looked a little panicked. ÂShe looked at me and asked, "It’s getting so late. ÂWhat am I going to do?"
  ÂAs is my natural instinct, I took control of the situation.

escorts - turkey - istanbul - ankara - izmir 

  
  ÂFacing Damini, I took her by both hands and said, "I have a king-sized bed and a nice big sofa in my room. ÂYou will stay on the sofa tonight. ÂNow, where is your car?ÂI will bring your things in. "
 Â Turning to the desk clerk, I said, "Please have some extra bedding sent to my room. "
  ÂWith her hands slightly trembling in mine, Dimini gazed into my eyes for a few seconds before saying her car was parked behind the motel.
  ÂWe walked hand in hand to her car. ÂAs luck would have it, her car was parked just a few spaces down from my ground floor room. ÂIn no time, I had her suitcase on the luggage rack provided in the room.
  ÂAs she opened her suitcase, and began setting her toiletries on the bathroom counter, there was a knock at the door. ÂThe bedding had arrived.
  ÂWhile I made up the sofa for her, Damini disappeared into the bathroom. ÂI heard the shower running and Damini singing a song in a language I didn’t understand. ÂWhen she reappeared, she was wearing an extra long T-shirt as a nightgown. ÂShe was indeed a rare little beauty. ÂShe stood just under 5' tall and didn’t weigh more that 95 pounds.

Are you an independent escort, agency or a private club? Add your profile with photo NOW FREE 

   She appeared to be nearly flat-chested under the T-shirt. ÂHer dark skin seemed to be glowing.
  ÂShe came toward me, stopped, put her arms around my neck, gave me a firm hug, a soft kiss, and said, "Thank you. "
  ÂShe smelled delicious. I had an urge to scoop her up, lay her on the bed, and have my way with her. ÂHowever, common sense prevailed, and I merely returned the hug and kiss.  Since it was getting late, we released each other and, she headed for the sofa.
  ÂTurning off the lights, I undressed, and got turned in as well.
 Â Neither of us seemed to be able to fall asleep. ÂAfter an hour or so of tossing and turning on the bed, I very quietly ask, "Are you awake, Damini?"
  Â"Yes! I can’t sleep. " She replied.
  Â"Neither can I. ÂI can’t seem to get you out of my mind. "ÂI told her.
  Â"I’ve been lying here thinking of you, too.

thessaloniki escort service 

  "ÂShe said just above a whisper.
  Â"Why don’t you join me here?"ÂI asked, as I patted the side of the bed nearest her.
  Â"I don’t know. " She hesitantly answered.
 Â "Get your beautiful little butt over here, Damini. "ÂI gently ordered.
 Â Damini instantly complied. ÂI lifted the covers for her, she climbed in bed, and scooted toward me.
 Â I cradled her in my arm and pulled her firmly to me. ÂLaying side by side, facing each other, I gave her a long passionate kiss. Â
  ÂDamini slowly responded.

• Alisa

  
• Veronica

  • 

  
• Alexa

  • 

  
• Yati

  

ÂShe returned my kiss and hugged me tightly. Â
 Â I began nibbling her ear, kissing her neck, and rubbing her back through her shirt.
  ÂShe cooed softly, scooted closer, and brought her soft flat belly to mine.
  ÂWith another passionate kiss, I gently pushed her onto her back and began rubbing her belly under her shirt.

eu escorte city tours thessaloniki 

  ÂSlowly, very slowly, I rubbed my way up to her breasts. ÂWhen I squeezed her small breasts, she inhaled sharply but made no protest. ÂThough her breasts were small, as befitted Damini’s petite build, they were topped by nipples that were soon standing very erect.
  ÂAs I continued massaging her breasts, Damini began cooing again. ÂI had slowly worked her shirt up until her breasts were fully exposed. ÂSliding down a bit, I took a hard little nipple into my mouth and sucked.
  Â"Oh!" Damini gasped.
  ÂI increased the pressure of my sucking on her nipple and flicked my tongue over it. Â
 Â Damini began rubbing the back of my head while moaning louder and louder. Â
 Â I continued massaging her other breast. ÂLittle pinches and nips to her nipples only increased the pleasured responses from Dimini.
  ÂWhen Damini began slowly, almost imperceptibly, rocking her hips, I let the hand massaging her breast trail softly down her belly, into her panties, and to her thick black pubic bush. ÂStroking her bush, almost as if I were grooming it, brought more pronounced hip thrusts from Dimini.
  ÂIn the mean time, she had begun to slowly spread her legs.
  ÂReleasing the vacuum grip my mouth had on her nipple, I returned to her lips for another firm, tongue dueling, passionate kiss.

 

  ÂAs I pulled her face tightly to mine, she raised her hips to meet my hand. ÂI moved the hand that had been stroking her bush a little further down and fully cupped her crotch.
  ÂDamini gasped sharply and said, "I’ve never. . . . "
 Â "Shhhuuuuush, baby. ÂIt’ll be OK. "ÂI told her. Â"Do you want me to stop?" I asked.
  Â"No! I just don’t know what to do. "ÂShe whispered.
  Â"That’s OK, honey. ÂI can show you all you need to know. ÂI’ll be gentle with you.

call girl athens 

  ÂOK?"
  Â"OK!"
  ÂWe resumed petting, and when her hips were again responding to my hands attentions, I spread her outer lips and stroked her virgin hole. ÂWhen I grazed her clitoris, Damini lifted her butt completely off the bed and held my hand tightly to her pussy with both of her hands.
 Â I partially inserted a finger gently into her tight hole and stroked slowly. ÂHer pussy was soon drenched with her lubricating juices.
  ÂI quickly removed her shirt and panties and tossed them to the floor.
  ÂReturning my hand to pet her pussy, I quietly asked, "Are you ready, baby?"
  Â"I think so. " She replied.
  ÂI rolled on top of Damini, and she spread her legs wide to accommodate me. ÂI reached down and placed the head of my dick at the opening of her pussy. ÂWith a quick, short push, my dick’s head spread her outer lips and partially entered her. ÂWrapping both my arms around her, and kissing her with all the passion I had, I stroked in and out of the first couple of inches of Damini’s tight pussy. ÂÂ
 Â She began responding with her own tentative hip thrusts. Â
 Â I soon felt she was ready for the next step. ÂHolding her firmly, I shoved my dick fully into her virgin pussy. ÂI felt her hymen give way as my cock rapidly passed through it.

porn greece baby 

  
  ÂA gasping cry escaped Dimini's throat as her virginity gave way, but she continued to hold me tightly. ÂWe lay locked together without moving for a minute or two. ÂMy body almost completely covered hers. ÂHolding Damini tightly, I remained fully buried in her tight pussy. ÂContinuing to fondle her breasts and kiss her neck seemed to help Damini get past the pain that breaking her cherry had produced.
  ÂIn a short time, I could feel her body relaxing beneath me. ÂOnly then did I start slow and gentle strokes in and out of her pussy. ÂAll the while, I had been smothering her face and neck with kisses which she eagerly returned.
 Â I had never felt anything quite like Damini’s pussy. ÂEven though she had just lost her virginity, and was still extremely tight, she produced enough lubricating juices to make my stroking smooth and easy. ÂMy dick felt like it was snugly wrapped in wet warm velvet.
  ÂGradually, Damini began timidly returning my thrust. ÂI was soon taking full, deep, strokes into her. ÂHer thrusts were becoming more and more forceful as well. ÂThen, with little warning, she tensed and lifted her ass completely off the bed.

mpourdela athina 

  Â"Oh my! Yes!ÂPlease, don't stop!"ÂHer voice was ragged as the orgasm overtook her. Â Â Â Â
 Â In the mean time, I took several hard and deep thrusts into her freshly opened love hole, hugged her tightly, and slammed fully into her. ÂHolding deep in Damini, I pumped a load of hot cum deep inside her core.
  ÂWe stayed connected, and I nibbled her ears and neck until I softened. ÂOnly then did I slowly pull out and rolled off Damini. ÂWe cuddled and talked until falling asleep about 20 minutes later.
 Â Some time during the night, I heard the shower running. ÂThe combination of Damini’s juices, my cum, and a little blood from earlier in the evening had made quite a mess of her legs and ass.
  ÂI was awoken in the morning by the sun was shining brightly through the gaps in the curtains. ÂI reached out to hug Damini. ÂShe was not there.
  ÂSometime during the night, she must have packed and continued her trip to Atlanta. Or, was Damini just a dream?ÂWas she just a figment of my imagination?
 Â No!ÂShe was not a dream. ÂDamini had been very real. ÂThe evidence of her presence was still in the air.

ankara eskort 

  ÂHer perfume lingered mixed with the scent of sex. ÂThe reddish stains on the sheets bore positive proof I had not simply dreamed of her. ÂDamini had been there, but all I had left was my memory of her.
  ÂThe memory of Damini will stay with me a long time. ÂHer petite, dark-skinned body, shy manner, delicious perfume, and the special gift of her cherry will stay with me forever.

Â

For more great stories check out the forums http://www. sexstoriespost. com/forums/index. php?
or our new story site www. bluestories. com.