When I came back she was stood leaning back against the wall; she’d left the door open (having not been in India long I didn’t really understand w...y she’d done this). I moved past her and closed the door – her eyes looked at me in expectation and slight alarm. “Can I get you something to drink?” I asked, “No thankyou” she replied. I stood for a moment and cast my eyes over the full length of her. She was in her twenties, quite tall, fit and shapely. Her dark eyes were looking at me intently –. ‘I saw a beautiful woman in a sparkling pink dress walk out onto this balcony. How was I supposed to know it was you?’ She couldn’t help but blush at the confession and she was happy that the dark of night covered her embarrassment. ‘Beautiful?’ she asked shyly. ‘You’re not like the rest of them,’ he replied. ‘You’re…’ ‘Old fashioned?’ she finished. ‘That’s what my mom always says.’ ‘Your mother,’ he chuckled. Her mother, a woman of a slightly more appropriate age for his interests. ‘I can’t. Whenever she used to pass besides me on her KINECTIC HONDA, I used to get real admired by her natural, warm, cozy, out of world beauty. Her eyes were really attractive like a magnet. But at the same time she had anger at her face all the time like if she had been out of her house after a great fight. Her angry face used to set my heart on fire. Imagine the scene and you will also get fired up as one would always like to bath in that fiery stuff. Her spoilt mood attracted me like anything as it. She lifted herself off the sink slightly and pulled up the dress so it was now around her waist, “Fuck me.” She whispered, and as he looked up he saw her head was leant back and her eyes were closed. Her exposed thighs were milky white and looked incredible, and he saw she wasn’t wearing any underwear. Her eyes opened and she found his belt buckle, unbuckling it quickly and unzipping his pants. Her hand delved inside and felt how hard and thick he was. “Not yet.” He said, pulling her hand from.