One day after my classes were over, we were engrossed in some topic, while she was watching some daily soap on tv. I kept on seeing her constantly wit...out literally blinking my eye. I think she must have guessed it… So asked me “sonu kya hua…Mujhe aaj aise kyun ghur rahe ho tum…Kuch bolna hai kya”..Suddenly I came to my senses and said no nothing baas aise hi dekh raha hoon. Saying this, I went and sat on the arm of the sofa and kept my hand over her shoulder. She didn’t reply to this and kept. And the way she walked, shit, I was getting hard just watching her. She wore a tight black miniskirt, sheer stockings over sexy clean shaven legs, and a nice pair of heels. And man could she walk. I was in trouble.The crowd was buzzing, and it was about to buzz a lot more. Everyone knew she was there, and everyone was trying to take a look without being noticed. She noticed, but she played it cool. I waited until she had finished ordering, took a deep breath, and walked over to her. ‘Fantastic.’ He replied in his thick English accent. And with that, Steven took my hand and led me out of the bar. We got into his car, and it wasn’t long before we arrived at the hotel where he and his band were staying. He led me to his room, not letting go of my hand. It was an amazing hotel room, complete with a kitchen, bathroom and widescreen. I began to suspect that he was a little more successful than I had thought. I didn’t have much time to take in the room though, when Steven turned. Just catching her. Hand spreading and touching the v shape of her bush, moving downwards, palm over her mound as his hand moved and retreated. Raising himself so he could watch he slid his hand further down her thighs gently urging her to open for him, give him better access. Sighing again she spread her legs further and he immediately took advantage moving his hand down her inner thigh and back up towards her pussy. Skimming, teasing not touching. He leaned further in loving the sensual.