After we finished, she lay naked in my arms, kissing my collarbone.
'Just what I needed' she giggled, propping herself up with an elbow. She grabbed my flaccid member, 'how long does it usually take for you to be ready for another go?'
I didn't have a good answer, so she offered to make us tea. She stood, walked to her bathrobe hanging on the door, and slipped the robe on. The site of her firm, round ass; the loose sway of her hips; the way her deep brown skin shown in the dim light. These things are among the best arguments I've heard for the existence of a kind and loving God.
I heard her and another female voice from the kitchen, undoubtedly discussing what just happened. She returned with tea, a glowing smile on her face. She sat in my naked lap as we drank. Soon I was 'ready'
'You really like this tea, huh" she smirked, putting her cup on the bedside table and dropping her robe. She sank eagerly to her knees, stroking me she kissed the tip a few times before slowly bobbing her head. I groaned, stroking her hair. She moved faster, stroking me as she took more and more of me in her mouth. She removed her nimble hand and lowered herself until i heard her gag.
"Up to you," she smiled, flashed her bright white teeth, her deep brown eyes aflame with mischief. "Do you want me to finish you like this or do you want more sex?" I opted for the latter, roughly pushing her to the floor and taking her on the carpet.
The entire two weeks I was in Britain were like that. Sometimes we just hung out -she'd never had an excuse to do the more touristy things while living in London. But just as often i would receive a text like 'just had a bad argument with parents. Could use your dick," or "am drunk. Where are you?"
My favorite moment from this time was when we and her friends went to some club. On the dance floor she whispered in my ear that she had always had a fantasy about fucking in a bathroom of a bar. I was eager to oblige.
We locked the stall behind us, me afraid that her giggling would give us away. I lifted her skirt, found she lacked undergarments. It didn't take long for me to get rock hard. Pinning her to the wall, covering her mouth with my hand, I entered her as quickly as I could. She wrapped her long, muscular legs around me, begged me for more with her eyes. At one point they rolled back in her head. We came almost simultaneously her moans too loud for my hand to mute. I bit her neck, hard, and released, pulling out and coating her inner thigh.
We got cleaned and hurried back to the bar. Her friend took one look at her, staggering on her heels, bite marks on her neck, hair amess and guessed where we were. "She was a good girl before she met you" the friend said, her voice somewhere between disgust and amusement.
The morning of my last day in the UK, I awoke to her in my room, wearing a long coat and high heels.
"Hope you don't mind, Rob let me in" I made a mental note to thank Rob. Under the coat she wore a white bra and panties. They didn't last long before I had her bent over the bed, thrusting hard enough to make her beg me to slow down. She came (I have no idea how many times) and then began begging me to let her finish me. She took me eagerly in her mouth "wow I taste good. No wonder you like eating me so much" she alternated between quick bobs of the head and long, slow, tantalizingly deep motions. I warned her when I would come. Her reaction? Look into my eyes with her deep baby browns and slowly take me as deep as she could. She swallowed everything.
Later, I jokingly offered to pay her way if she came on the rest of my trip with me. "I'm not dropping out of med school for a good lay," she teased. "Even if you are a really, really, spectacularly good lay"
Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/41nsha/more_fun_with_my_british_indian_friend