Do you remember being 18? I do. I was fresh into university, free from my conservative household and ready to “mingle”. I was so desperate I think I fucked literally everything in my room – bedposts, door handles, brooms you name it.
I think that is why when I noticed the very un-subtle attentions of the 19 year old man whose family Im staying with I felt sorry for him. India can be a very hard place for a horny young thing and I strolled in for what should have been a week, but (thanks to the C word) became two months!
It started simply enough, his eyes would linger as I walked around in my pajama shorts or when hed jump at the chance to bring me a glass of water or food to the veranda. I wont lie… I did maybe tease him – I was having sooo much fun letting the waistband of my panties show as I walked by. I remember hugging him tightly so that my tits really pressed into his chest, he took an eyeful of my cleavage as well.