I opened my eyes and saw his were shining like the sun in the sky. His hand was slowly tracing further up my skirt. I felt myself dripping in my pret...y white French knickers. His fingers started to stroke the soft material. The pressure inside my thighs was building, I was moaning more rhythmically now. Suddenly I felt a rush of warmth on my lady garden. Scott had slid his hand into my panties. For a moment his hand stayed static, just cupping my dripping pussy. It was him who let out a low. The incident I am going to share is the one that happened a few months back when I went to give an Let me introduce myself. I work in an MNC in Kolkata aged 26 with around 6 ft tall and of normal shape and size. My dick size is around 5 inches. I am also a part-time masseuse. I have not a professional masseuse with a degree from any University but have learned this skill out of the experience.The female lead of the story is Smita (name changed). She stays in one of the posh areas of Kolkata.. He felt a tug at his waist as his belt was pulled loose. Then a muffled "zip" as his black trousers were lowered beneath his knees. He has enough awareness left in his brain to know that he had reached the point of no return. He must stop it now and regain his dignity. He was a man, not a horse or dog who might be inspected and petted. Despite all of his internal objections, he found himself stepping out of his pants, shoes, and socks with the assistance of several women that he could not even. We laid down on our sides facing each other, kissing and fondling each other still clothed. I got more and more excited so I closed the distance between us rolling her onto her back. While we dueled with our tongues I was pushing my hand up her shirt and under her bra to free her beautiful tits. She wanted me to have them as much as I wanted them and she began unbuttoning her blouse. As I moved down to suckle her, my attentions went to her pussy. I could feel the heat coming off it through.