23-02-2019, 11:22 AM
“well.. that’s all I wanted to say.. I will talk to your people and get the date fixed for marriage”.
“Thanks uncle…”
I took swathi aside and took her emaild ID and phone number. I warned her to reply whenver I mailed her.
“swathi.. I don’t think I will have good sleep from now on until our marriage”
She smiled wryly.
Everyone waved their hands while I was walking into the security area. I could see some kind of disappointment in swathi’s face.
I reached SFO and called my folks immediately. I told them that I liked the girl and they could proceed with the arrangements.
Date got fixed and it was next month. Our marriage would be in India, at swathi’s grandma’s place. Entire Ananda Rao’s family flew down a week before.
Since, I didn’t get enough leave, I had to leave just two days before the wedding.
Back in SFO, after I returned from Seattle, my roommates asked me how my would-be was. I said she was astonishingly beautiful. They congratulated me.
Manohar, one of the two roommates asked me if I had a photo. As I showed the photo of swathi, I could see a tinge of jealousy in their faces.
They said she was looking extraordinarily awesome. I put the photo in my cupboard.
I couldn’t sleep that night. I was recalling swathi, her soft beauty, smooth touch, pleasant smile and what not!!!.. It wasn’t the first time I masturbated.
I did it many times imagining various actresses and the girls I saw. But this was the first time I was dreaming with my would-be and I came so better than
I ever did. It became a routine almost everyday, even when I was taking bath.
Couple of days later, I was in the bathroom. After brushing the teeth, I realized that there was no soap. As I came out of the bathroom, I could see Manohar,
still in his bed in his bedroom. What surprised me was that he was holding the photo of swathi and was masturbating. I felt a strange pain clubbed with pride.
I kept watching that scene. He didn’t realize that I was watching him, I was pretty sure he was out of this world. He wasn’t hurrying it up.
His tool was already out as hard as rock and as hot as a volcano and it was throbbing up. He was giving it gentle stokes with his fingers instead of using the
usual methodology. Later, he took his penis in his hand and touched it on swathi’s mouth. I thought of going there as I wondered if he might spoil the photo.
He gave a gentle rub on his tip with the photo for couple of minutes, moved the photo to his mouth as if he was giving her lip kiss while jerking his tool.
While glaring at the photo, he stroked his manhood. Finally he came. I could hear him muttering some bad words about swathi. Slowly,
I moved back into the bathroom and had my share of imagination.
When I came out, Manohar was acting as if nothing happened. It wasn’t a great topic to discuss. I thought I better hide that photo somewhere.
All of a sudden, another thought sent shivers into my spine. Of course, once I got married, those two guys would be vacating my apartment and move to some
other, but in the same complex. But I was afraid if Manohar would attempt anything to my lovely swathi. After all, Manohar’s nature was of that kind.
As I know, he did trap few girls, both desis and Americans. A kind of nervousness started playing with my mind after that scene.
There was a little fear that started settling in my mind. I thought I would try with my company to see if they could transfer me to Seattle after my marriage. But, at that time, I didn’t know there was somethingelse much bigger than this was waiting for me.
There wasn’t much to talk about the marriage. It was very grand, reflecting the status of Anand Rao. All guests appreciated our pair and commented as perfectly matched. swathi was looking so good, I was pretty sure most of the guys that attended the marriage would keep her in their masturbating sessions for sometime.
All formalities were over. She was supposed to spend three nights in our house. After that first night. Then I had to spend three nights in their house and then flew back to our places. swathi would go back with her parents to Seattle. Once I got the apartment fixed, she would join me to start our own family. Nothing much happened during her two-day, three night stay at our house as couple of her relatives also accompanied her.
Anand Rao asked me if I was interested to have first night in the famous 5-star hotel few KMs from their village. I wasn’t interested. My fear was about the hidden cameras that are taking headlines all over. Ours would be one hot selling movie if someone did it.
Our first night arrangement was classical. It was in the backyard of their farmhouse under the shade of a jasmine plant. It was basically a posh cottage. One has to enter the backyard only through the cottage. As a safe measure, her grandma would sleep in the cottage.
The way in which they arranged the bed and decorated the jasmine plant was simply marvelous. It was almost like a room, but covered with flowers. They put mosquito repellents and perfume sticks around, so there was no problem from the mosquitos. They also arranged a fan, but there was already some nice, cool, fresh breeze. While I sat on the cot waiting or swathi, that refreshing air with pleasant aromas already put me heavens. I knew that it was once in a lifetime experience and I had to make it memorable for both of us for our whole life.
I heard sounds of people getting into the cottage. As expected, swathi entered backyard and I could hear her grandma asking her to close the bolt from outside. She did that and slowly walked towards me with a glass of milk in her hand.
She was looking traditionally so beautiful; no one would believe that she was in the US for the last 16 years. As she stood in front of me with her head down, I held her hand and guided her to sit next to me.
“Hey!! Are you pretending or are you really feeling shy?” I asked
She lifted her head slowly and looked into my eyes
“Don’t you remember?. I try my best to be an Indian girl as much as possible”, her voice shivered.
I knew, it was not the time for me to go to next level. After all, it was half-past 8 PM and we had plenty of time to proceed. I took the glass from her hands intentionally touching her hands. After handovering the glass to me, she immediately withdrew her hands.
She was wearing a white saree, with a white blouse and I figured a white bra underneath. She didn’t wear too much of jewellary. She wore a huge bunch of jasmines, few chains of them hanging over her chest over the shoulders. No wonder why our ancestors used jasmines so often. Even the costliest perfumes of France would be no match for the natural aroma of Jasmines of Indian villages.
She was still bending her head as if she was thinking something
“Are you thinking something?”
“No”
“Thanks uncle…”
I took swathi aside and took her emaild ID and phone number. I warned her to reply whenver I mailed her.
“swathi.. I don’t think I will have good sleep from now on until our marriage”
She smiled wryly.
Everyone waved their hands while I was walking into the security area. I could see some kind of disappointment in swathi’s face.
I reached SFO and called my folks immediately. I told them that I liked the girl and they could proceed with the arrangements.
Date got fixed and it was next month. Our marriage would be in India, at swathi’s grandma’s place. Entire Ananda Rao’s family flew down a week before.
Since, I didn’t get enough leave, I had to leave just two days before the wedding.
Back in SFO, after I returned from Seattle, my roommates asked me how my would-be was. I said she was astonishingly beautiful. They congratulated me.
Manohar, one of the two roommates asked me if I had a photo. As I showed the photo of swathi, I could see a tinge of jealousy in their faces.
They said she was looking extraordinarily awesome. I put the photo in my cupboard.
I couldn’t sleep that night. I was recalling swathi, her soft beauty, smooth touch, pleasant smile and what not!!!.. It wasn’t the first time I masturbated.
I did it many times imagining various actresses and the girls I saw. But this was the first time I was dreaming with my would-be and I came so better than
I ever did. It became a routine almost everyday, even when I was taking bath.
Couple of days later, I was in the bathroom. After brushing the teeth, I realized that there was no soap. As I came out of the bathroom, I could see Manohar,
still in his bed in his bedroom. What surprised me was that he was holding the photo of swathi and was masturbating. I felt a strange pain clubbed with pride.
I kept watching that scene. He didn’t realize that I was watching him, I was pretty sure he was out of this world. He wasn’t hurrying it up.
His tool was already out as hard as rock and as hot as a volcano and it was throbbing up. He was giving it gentle stokes with his fingers instead of using the
usual methodology. Later, he took his penis in his hand and touched it on swathi’s mouth. I thought of going there as I wondered if he might spoil the photo.
He gave a gentle rub on his tip with the photo for couple of minutes, moved the photo to his mouth as if he was giving her lip kiss while jerking his tool.
While glaring at the photo, he stroked his manhood. Finally he came. I could hear him muttering some bad words about swathi. Slowly,
I moved back into the bathroom and had my share of imagination.
When I came out, Manohar was acting as if nothing happened. It wasn’t a great topic to discuss. I thought I better hide that photo somewhere.
All of a sudden, another thought sent shivers into my spine. Of course, once I got married, those two guys would be vacating my apartment and move to some
other, but in the same complex. But I was afraid if Manohar would attempt anything to my lovely swathi. After all, Manohar’s nature was of that kind.
As I know, he did trap few girls, both desis and Americans. A kind of nervousness started playing with my mind after that scene.
There was a little fear that started settling in my mind. I thought I would try with my company to see if they could transfer me to Seattle after my marriage. But, at that time, I didn’t know there was somethingelse much bigger than this was waiting for me.
There wasn’t much to talk about the marriage. It was very grand, reflecting the status of Anand Rao. All guests appreciated our pair and commented as perfectly matched. swathi was looking so good, I was pretty sure most of the guys that attended the marriage would keep her in their masturbating sessions for sometime.
All formalities were over. She was supposed to spend three nights in our house. After that first night. Then I had to spend three nights in their house and then flew back to our places. swathi would go back with her parents to Seattle. Once I got the apartment fixed, she would join me to start our own family. Nothing much happened during her two-day, three night stay at our house as couple of her relatives also accompanied her.
Anand Rao asked me if I was interested to have first night in the famous 5-star hotel few KMs from their village. I wasn’t interested. My fear was about the hidden cameras that are taking headlines all over. Ours would be one hot selling movie if someone did it.
Our first night arrangement was classical. It was in the backyard of their farmhouse under the shade of a jasmine plant. It was basically a posh cottage. One has to enter the backyard only through the cottage. As a safe measure, her grandma would sleep in the cottage.
The way in which they arranged the bed and decorated the jasmine plant was simply marvelous. It was almost like a room, but covered with flowers. They put mosquito repellents and perfume sticks around, so there was no problem from the mosquitos. They also arranged a fan, but there was already some nice, cool, fresh breeze. While I sat on the cot waiting or swathi, that refreshing air with pleasant aromas already put me heavens. I knew that it was once in a lifetime experience and I had to make it memorable for both of us for our whole life.
I heard sounds of people getting into the cottage. As expected, swathi entered backyard and I could hear her grandma asking her to close the bolt from outside. She did that and slowly walked towards me with a glass of milk in her hand.
She was looking traditionally so beautiful; no one would believe that she was in the US for the last 16 years. As she stood in front of me with her head down, I held her hand and guided her to sit next to me.
“Hey!! Are you pretending or are you really feeling shy?” I asked
She lifted her head slowly and looked into my eyes
“Don’t you remember?. I try my best to be an Indian girl as much as possible”, her voice shivered.
I knew, it was not the time for me to go to next level. After all, it was half-past 8 PM and we had plenty of time to proceed. I took the glass from her hands intentionally touching her hands. After handovering the glass to me, she immediately withdrew her hands.
She was wearing a white saree, with a white blouse and I figured a white bra underneath. She didn’t wear too much of jewellary. She wore a huge bunch of jasmines, few chains of them hanging over her chest over the shoulders. No wonder why our ancestors used jasmines so often. Even the costliest perfumes of France would be no match for the natural aroma of Jasmines of Indian villages.
She was still bending her head as if she was thinking something
“Are you thinking something?”
“No”
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