28-11-2020, 04:25 PM
Gabi was to arrive on one Friday night, which suited me best and gave her a weekend to get her acclimatized to Indian climate. It is never easy for foreigners, wherever they may come from. I was there to receive her at the airport. I remember long agonizing wait (I hate waiting for people at the railway stations or at the airport) before she appeared in the aisle!
Gabi was as slim as her photos suggested. She had dark auburn hair tied into a ponytail. She was wearing a thin off-white shirt and a pair of light-blue denim jeans. It was easy to notice her black bra from her shirt. She clutched the handle of her suitcase protectively. Her face had a startled, anxious expression - not surprising for she was out of her country for the first time and experiencing India could be a daunting task for anyone new. Her eyes swept quickly around her. She was not carrying too many bags. I understood how hard it was for her to manage everything on her own, and I had a hard time in convincing her to come to India in the first place. I assured her that as her ‘better-half’, I had rights to help her and if she wished, she could always pay me back. I pursued that line for several weeks, and then only she agreed. She even asked me how much I paid my maid, so that she could take her place and get paid for that work! I told her that I loved my maid very much and would not like to let her go! That poor girl was so unsure that she was not able to decide whether coming to India was the right thing to do, despite proclaiming that we were lovers. Anyway, it was good that I had broken through and finally, my wait was over.
I felt a warm glow wash over my face as soon I saw her. I broke into a wide smile and called to her,
"Gabi! Here!" I waved frantically to get her attention.
The moment she saw me, her face lit up and she started to run towards me.
"Honey!!" she screamed. Her voice was heavily accented. She looked like a shipwrecked sailor about to be rescued. Relief, joy, excitement replaced the terrified expressions.
"Honey!" she repeated as I rushed up to her. How emotional she had become seeing me!
So much love! I knew I too loved her so much! Almost screaming she ran towards me, leaving her luggage trolley behind and jumped on me. I lifted her in my embrace - in a way that her legs were wrapped around my waist and her arms around my neck. What happened next was slightly embarrassing for me as everyone was watching. She planted her mouth on mine and started to kiss me hard, with open mouth! I took a few seconds to recover from this assault and then I responded. I too gave her deep French Kiss. I was clasping her around the waist and pressing my lips against hers, kissing her passionately, moving my lips and sucking my tongue into the heated pit of her mouth. I had not kissed anywhere close to this intensity in my whole life, and it had an obvious effect. My penis started to harden. People around were looking at us amusingly, and curiously, some were surely thinking that we were a married couple.
"Gabi….?"
"Hmm mmm?" she was lovingly looking into my eyes - she looked way more beautiful than how she looked in her photos.
"You look ravishing! And I am so happy that you are here with me!"
"My Heart! Everything that I have is yours. Please believe me that I don’t ask you of anything in return… Just your love…"
"Gabi, you’re a gift… from God! And I love you so much!!"
We must have exchanged many more sweet pleasantries, most of which I don’t remember right now. But finally, we broke our embrace and gathered her luggage from the trolley, hauled them to the parking, and put them in my car. I usually drive fast, but that day, I wanted that drive to last. I drove slowly. A light, romantic music was playing on my car’s stereo, which she also seemed to enjoy. She touched me lovingly during the drive. She always admired how I looked and how strongly I was built. Today she did not want to let go of the opportunity to feel the muscles of my arms, chest, and thighs. When she touched my thighs, it tickled - partly in response to her touch and partly in anticipation of what she would do next. I hoped that she would feel my penis, and she did not disappoint. As if reading my mind, her palm reached over my penis,
"My cinnamon…" she said, smiling. It was already hardening.
"Do you want to be free of this stupid fabric?" she was not talking to me; she was talking to ‘it’ now.
I wanted something like this to happen. She unzipped the zipper and reached for the flesh through my underwear. In a matter of seconds, her hand freed my penis, and it felt the cold from the air-conditioner. Gabi gasped looking at my rigid, fully erect penis for the first time in the flesh. It stood straight up from my crotch, the foreskin was stretch a bit backwards and its head was gleaming wetly with my pre-cum, fully erect and hard as a railroad spike. She wrapped her palm and fingers around the shaft, as if to gauge its thickness.
"Do you know honey," she started; her voice clearly hoarse with sexual excitement, "… you have much more than what I can handle. My vagina is tiny as compared to this… monster…" she was talking and squeezing and milking my penis at the same time.
Gabi was as slim as her photos suggested. She had dark auburn hair tied into a ponytail. She was wearing a thin off-white shirt and a pair of light-blue denim jeans. It was easy to notice her black bra from her shirt. She clutched the handle of her suitcase protectively. Her face had a startled, anxious expression - not surprising for she was out of her country for the first time and experiencing India could be a daunting task for anyone new. Her eyes swept quickly around her. She was not carrying too many bags. I understood how hard it was for her to manage everything on her own, and I had a hard time in convincing her to come to India in the first place. I assured her that as her ‘better-half’, I had rights to help her and if she wished, she could always pay me back. I pursued that line for several weeks, and then only she agreed. She even asked me how much I paid my maid, so that she could take her place and get paid for that work! I told her that I loved my maid very much and would not like to let her go! That poor girl was so unsure that she was not able to decide whether coming to India was the right thing to do, despite proclaiming that we were lovers. Anyway, it was good that I had broken through and finally, my wait was over.
I felt a warm glow wash over my face as soon I saw her. I broke into a wide smile and called to her,
"Gabi! Here!" I waved frantically to get her attention.
The moment she saw me, her face lit up and she started to run towards me.
"Honey!!" she screamed. Her voice was heavily accented. She looked like a shipwrecked sailor about to be rescued. Relief, joy, excitement replaced the terrified expressions.
"Honey!" she repeated as I rushed up to her. How emotional she had become seeing me!
So much love! I knew I too loved her so much! Almost screaming she ran towards me, leaving her luggage trolley behind and jumped on me. I lifted her in my embrace - in a way that her legs were wrapped around my waist and her arms around my neck. What happened next was slightly embarrassing for me as everyone was watching. She planted her mouth on mine and started to kiss me hard, with open mouth! I took a few seconds to recover from this assault and then I responded. I too gave her deep French Kiss. I was clasping her around the waist and pressing my lips against hers, kissing her passionately, moving my lips and sucking my tongue into the heated pit of her mouth. I had not kissed anywhere close to this intensity in my whole life, and it had an obvious effect. My penis started to harden. People around were looking at us amusingly, and curiously, some were surely thinking that we were a married couple.
"Gabi….?"
"Hmm mmm?" she was lovingly looking into my eyes - she looked way more beautiful than how she looked in her photos.
"You look ravishing! And I am so happy that you are here with me!"
"My Heart! Everything that I have is yours. Please believe me that I don’t ask you of anything in return… Just your love…"
"Gabi, you’re a gift… from God! And I love you so much!!"
We must have exchanged many more sweet pleasantries, most of which I don’t remember right now. But finally, we broke our embrace and gathered her luggage from the trolley, hauled them to the parking, and put them in my car. I usually drive fast, but that day, I wanted that drive to last. I drove slowly. A light, romantic music was playing on my car’s stereo, which she also seemed to enjoy. She touched me lovingly during the drive. She always admired how I looked and how strongly I was built. Today she did not want to let go of the opportunity to feel the muscles of my arms, chest, and thighs. When she touched my thighs, it tickled - partly in response to her touch and partly in anticipation of what she would do next. I hoped that she would feel my penis, and she did not disappoint. As if reading my mind, her palm reached over my penis,
"My cinnamon…" she said, smiling. It was already hardening.
"Do you want to be free of this stupid fabric?" she was not talking to me; she was talking to ‘it’ now.
I wanted something like this to happen. She unzipped the zipper and reached for the flesh through my underwear. In a matter of seconds, her hand freed my penis, and it felt the cold from the air-conditioner. Gabi gasped looking at my rigid, fully erect penis for the first time in the flesh. It stood straight up from my crotch, the foreskin was stretch a bit backwards and its head was gleaming wetly with my pre-cum, fully erect and hard as a railroad spike. She wrapped her palm and fingers around the shaft, as if to gauge its thickness.
"Do you know honey," she started; her voice clearly hoarse with sexual excitement, "… you have much more than what I can handle. My vagina is tiny as compared to this… monster…" she was talking and squeezing and milking my penis at the same time.
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