Fantasy Sex stories of indian Actresses

[sanjaysara]

part 3

 

"Well hi Sanjay, welcome!"
 
And she kissed me in the French style, first the right cheek, then the left, but then right on the lips, which greatly surprised me. Especially when she stuck her tongue in a little.
 
She giggled, said, "Come in, come in. Have a seat. What can I get you to drink?"
 
I stammered, "Some red wine?"
 
"Perfect!", she said. "I'll join you in that. We're alone here so I'll be right back. Could you take off your shoes?"
 
While she made her way to what looked a kitchen, I took them off and had a look around.
 
It was a beautiful home, fit for Architectural Digest. Nearly everything was white or off-white: carpet, walls, wood, sofa, except for a whimsical light blue ceiling that offset it all perfectly. There was a lot of glass and not many interior walls. Every room seemed to just flow to the next without much need for doors. The view out the large back windows as the sun was setting on this later summer day was truly awesome.
 

She returned very quickly carrying large wine glasses for both of us and I finally had a chance to look at her properly. Her hair was long and sleek, like it usually was on the show “maanada mayilada” . Her dress resembled the one she wore at a “maanaada mayilada” show, with her breasts like big vanilla scoops held by but a single strap and the hem reaching only mid-thigh to show off those exquisitely-toned and tanned legs. Well, I don't need to describe them for you - you already know. No jewelry apart from a pair of silver dangly earrings, but on her feet she wore the six inch black stilettos which took her to nearly six and half feet. I smiled. She had evened out our height difference quite nicely.
 
Accepting a glass from her, I moved down to the far edge of the sofa so she would be able to have some space between us, but no, she gently sat herself down right next to me, nearly brushing against me. Her scent was very enticing. I couldn't identify it, but I remember thinking it seemed far outside the usual and very exotic.
 
"You're even more gorgeous in person," I told her. From her reaction I sensed this was wrong; everyone must tell her this all the time.
 
But she just replied, "You're very good looking yourself, Sanjay. I just love your hands." She took my right hand in her beautiful ones. "Such elegant, slim fingers. Are you a surgeon or a pianist?"
 
I laughed. "No, sorry."
 
We talked on a bit in this way, just enjoying the moment. She was so kind and gracious that she put me at ease so quickly. My nervousness and awkward feelings had nearly disappeared when she asked me point blank, "Well, do you have any questions?"
 
Grateful for the opening to ask what I had been wondering most, I said, "Well, I feel I can kind of understand, but maybe a lot of people might not be able to understand why-"
 
"-why I would sleep with a bunch of strange guys?" she cheerfully finished for me.
 
"Uh, yeah."
 
"Well, Honey, we're all whores you know, we actresses. Because really what they do and what we do is mostly the same: it's playing a role to make someone feel something. The hardest thing whores do is play let's pretend. But that's exactly what actresses do."
 
"But sex..."
 
"Hey, who doesn't like sex? Not me! And since you're here, not you either!" She smiled. "So why not?"
 
I couldn't argue with that!
 
She said, "Sweetie, let me take care of something in the other room."
 
She headed for a door about thirty feet away. Halfway there she pulled her straps down, dropping her dress to her waist. She turned to show me her boobs as she she must have known I was watching. She was right by the way. They were spectacular!
 
When she reached the door she turned and dropped the rest of the dress, stepped out of it and picked it off the floor. In the process she bent at the waist and paused at least five seconds, giving me a great view of her fabulous ass. This doesn't really happen to me anymore, but I started feeling tight in my pants.