In truth, I don't mind his eyes gliding over my skin as if he has found perfection in it, beneath it, within.. me. Rather, I cannot see those hands an... not yearn to feel them retracing the journey his eyes only began. He knows it, too. He can feel me squirm, and deprives me of what I want. A grin upon his lips as he questions, tauntingly, "Is there something wrong, love? Are you uncomfortable? I can move, if you'd like.." He makes as if he is going to leave me, needingly, alone. I grasp both. He slowly got his hands down to my pussy and started to rub on the outside. I had masturbated before, so I did know what kinds of rubbing I liked. I took his hand in mine and guided him to rub my clit in small soft circles. He continued to do this while I began to rub his cock. He was already fully erect, he was not a large man, but not small either. About 5 inches or so. We continued to rub each other for a while. Then we would stop and talk, then we would continue to rub each other. After. He didn't reply I'd bet money he was thinkingwhat the fuck are you gay."And yes actually," I said in a huff. "I do know kind of what it islike for woman. I go out, I sit in the coffee house and I see them,guys looking at me. At first it was rather nice, flattering I mustadmit but it started to get old quick. And guys! Damn some of themwon't take a hint or even a direct no. They just keep going," I threwmy hands up in the air. "You may have noticed that I am or was not alarge guy, I'm a hundred. I respect womanhood and I vouch on the fact that a woman needs to enjoy it more than man and I have always committed in practicing what I have believed whenever I loved a lady in bed. I like ladies with good looks n figure and good sense of humor. These qualities help me to bring out more out of me to offer for the lady with whom I am making love. The story which I am going to tell you all is about my Gujarati girl with whom I have spent relentless hours of joy and sex. Her name is Rani and she.