Fantasy Heroine Fantasies

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I had to step back for a moment to look at her. She stood there wearing on a tiny pair of pink panties while her tank top and her bathrobe laid by her feet. Her breasts were rather small, but perfectly proportioned in relation to her body. She was a small girl with a well-toned body. I looked at her face for a moment and suddenly realized she wasn't wearing any makeup. I was so used to seeing her all dolled up for movies or premieres that it took me by surprised. She had a very natural beauty to her.

"What?" she said, noticing my surprise.

"I've never seen a picture of you without any makeup. Never noticed you have freckles."

"Is that good or bad?"

"Are you kidding? It makes you look even cuter."

I grabbed her breasts with both hands and began to kiss her again. Her breasts were firm, perky and full of bounce. I got endless enjoyment from massaging and kneading them in my hand and gently pinching her hard nipples with my fingers.

After a moment, I ran my hands over her long smooth back before moving down to her rear and sliding her panties long the legs. She was completely naked now and as I took her nipple in my mouth again, hungry to suck on them. At the same time, I also slid my hand down towards the length of her hot tight opening. This caused her to gasped and staggered backwards against the wall.

"Sorry," she mumbled.

This concerned me for a moment because I thought she would ask me to stop again. But I suddenly realized in that moment what the reason behind all her hesitation was; she was just as nervous as I was. Despite the wealth and the fame, Aishwarya Rai was ultimately just a young Thirty-something with what I assumed to be relatively limited sexual history. Her fame had blinded me to that fact. I looked at her in a new light. It humanized further in my eyes and in a way, made her more perfect.
I slid my hand between her legs again, this time watching her reaction closely. As my fingers moved up and down her tight hole, she bit her lower lip and waited for me to do something further. I gently inserted one finger partly inside of her, causing her to inhale sharply. I savored how tight she was and wetness that had begun to grow inside of her. I looked at her and her at me. She placed a hand on my chest and said in almost a whisper.

"Let's move to the bedroom."

"Too far," I replied.

And with that, I pulled my finger out of her vagina briefly before sliding in two fingers back in and applying pressure to her clit with my thumb. She moaned loudly and as my fingers buried themselves as far inside of her as they would go. I saw her knees buckle slightly and wrapped my arm around her waist to keep her steady. All the while I began to finger her with my other hand. With my thumb, I began searching for her clit and with the two fingers inside of her, I began to move them in and out of her with great speed, each time moving deeper inside of her and searching for that elusive spot that would be guaranteed to make her squeal in pleasure.

She grew very wet very quickly and soon, every time my fingers buried themselves inside of her, I could hear a soft squelching sound. Aishwarya remained relatively quiet, but her breathing was becoming deeper and much more audible. Once in a while, I'd hit the right spot and a soft cry of pleasure would escape from between her lips. As I held her naked body against mine, savoring the feeling of her smooth, warm skin along the length of mine, I watched her face. That famous face, contorted in pleasure. Her eyes were shut, her jaw slackened.