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THE BINT FROM BOMBAY
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4
BROTHERS IN ARMS
THE HANDSOME YOUNG teenager pressed his eye cautiously to the keyhole of the door. He held his breath, watching the seventeen-year old girl in the room.
Humming to herself, Shirlyn selected a cassette and popped it into the stereo deck. She adjusted the controls and a popular number began playing, with a steady, insistent beat. Snapping her fingers, mouthing the words, jigging in tune to the music, she crossed to the bank of closets. The youth's view was obscured by the open leaf.
She closed it, her arms full of clothes and dumped them on the bed at the far end of the room, directly opposite the door. She flipped open a box of chocolates from the bedside table and popped one into her mouth.
There was a dressing table with a full-length mirror at the foot of the bed. She stood in front of it and quickly unbuttoned her long black *kurta*, pulled it off her head. The youth gasped behind the door. He could see hear naked back, the black bra straps. She tugged at the drawcord of her *churidar* and it rustled to her feet.
Her panties were very small, lacy, black, sexy, narrow at the back, giving him an unimpeded view of her lovely, firm, curved buttocks with the enticing dark cleft between them. She paused, her back to him and ran her hands down her flanks, squeezed her buttocks.
Humming, she turned sideways, looking at herself in the mirror, and then turned around, facing them, looking over her shoulder in the mirror at her buttocks. Now he had a glimpse of her full frontal. His penis bounced erect.
She had a lovely oval face with a pointed chin, a slim, straight nose and slightly flared nostrils, small, cutely stuck-out ears. Her face was small and delicate, that, from some angles, it looked like her cheeks were plump, but even that was really cute. Her cheekbones were high. Her eyes were lovely, large, brown, full of magic. Her lips were light and full and her teeth were white and strong and even, the left incisor slightly chipped, an attractive irregularity.
Her skin was like gold, smooth and clear, firm as a gbang. Her hair was dark and tumbled about her shoulders or flounced in a sexy pony tail or was coiled up neatly high on the back of her head. Her neck was superb, an exceptionally long, slender, graceful column under her firm, pointed chin.
Her arms and legs were nicely turned and slim, with attractive ankles and wrists and slim fingers and toes, beautifully shaped and arched. Her breasts jutted out, full and ripe and high, like succulent fruit. Her belly was firm and flat.
Her brassiere was very pretty, with thin straps and tiny cups that only just covered her nipples, leaving most of the luscious globes bare. He could see the points of her nipples and the dark shadows of her aureoles through the fine material. Her panties were so small that they barely covered her slit, and tiny dark hair crept from either side of the V. The youth groaned as he watched her.
She paused and reached behind her with both hands to unhook her bra. Her chest thrust outward and her breasts strained at the confines for a second, and then she slipped the straps off her
rounded shoulders and her breasts bounced free.
She tossed the bra into the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed and then, hooking her hands in her panties, rolled them down and kicked them aside. The youth stared at her naked body in mounting desire. The dark triangle of her cunt mesmerised him. As he watched, she bent to pick up the discarded clothes and carried them to the laundry basket in the corner. She dumped them in it and strolled back. The youth watched her breasts bouncing.
She stopped before the mirror, right in front of him. He could see her front in the reflection quite clearly. Reaching up, she coiled her hair into a knot high on the back of her head, accentuating
the sweep of her neck. The gold chain glistened on her flesh.
Then she paused and smiled at her reflection. She looked at her teeth, grimacing, turning her head this way and that. Then she stopped, and he saw her eyes sparkling with mischief. She held her palms between her breasts, the outside edges touching, palm to the tip of her little finger and slowly weighed and lifted her breasts.
Gently, she began to thumb her nipples. Moistening her finger with her tongue, she rubbed her nipples and aureoles. Her nipples stiffened and she pinched them gently, tweaking and twirling the hard stubs. The youth saw her breathing get shallower and more rapid, the tensing of her body, the parting of her lips, the flaring of her nostrils, all the unmistakable signs of sexual arousal.
She squeezed her breasts in her hands, the flesh squeezing between her fingertips and arched her head, her tongue arching lasciviously over her upper lip. Outside, watching her, the youth groaned and pulled his erect cock out of his jeans and began to masturbate slowly. He pressed his eye to the keyhole again. She was still fondling her beautiful breasts.
Shirlyn knew Jerry was watching her. He had been doing this for some weeks now; she had led him to it, satisfied when she saw the dark eye glittering at the keyhole. It was the next step. She made sure he didn't see with Kenny or Shankar, though; it wouldn't do to give him too much of a lead.
Jerry was tall and dark and muscular, with a finely chiseled face and strong features. His eyes were deep-set and dark, his nose fine and straight, his mouth lean and wide. His shoulders were broad, his chest cleaved and muscular and hard and his belly was firm and flat. His waist was narrow, his hips were high and buttocks taut.
His arms and legs bore thick bunches of musculature. She knew his body was lean and tough, his torso smoothly hairless. She had often watched him as he came out of his bath in his shorts and nothing else, toweling his thick, tousled hair. His nipples were small and dark and pulled low and wide on either side of his heavy pectorals. All said and done, Jerry was one sexy hunk, as good as Kenny or Harry.
Over the past week or so, Jerry's lust for her body had become overpowering, and he could not take his eyes off her. He watched as she continued to fondle herself, squeezing and massaging her gorgeous, full breasts. How he wanted to feel them, take them in his hands, sense their weight and fullness, feel the stiffness of her nipples in his fingers, watch her pleasure as his hands, not hers, moved over her irresistible flesh.
He gasped softly. In the room, Shirlyn smiled wantonly at her reflection and slid a hand down to her crotch. Jerry watched her face crease in pleasure as she teased her cunt-lips open and rubbed her finger along the slit. She gasped and her hips lurched, her buttocks writhing and twitching. Her mouth fluttered open and, slowly, she slid a finger into her cunt.
Gently, she masturbated before the mirror, moving her finger in and out of her slit, twisting it round and round, while her other hand fondled her visibly swollen breasts. She gasped softly and her hand moved faster in her crotch, her wrist pumping back and forth.
Her hips twitched and lurched, rocking and jerking back and forth, and her fingers were frenzied on her breasts. Jerry groaned in despair. She deserved better than her fingers; she deserved a cock, a big, thick cock in her cunt; a cock like his.
Shirlyn kept masturbating and, as he watched, leaned forward on an outstretched arm, her hand on the dresser counter and spread her feet wide. Her buttocks splayed open and Jerry had an unobstructed view of her puckered anus and her unfurled cunt-lips with her slender, shapely, elegant finger arched into it, rocking in and out, in and out.
In the mirror, her upturned face was a vision of lust, her mouth a wide 'O'. Jerry pumped his cock eagerly, moaning and gasping. In the room, Shirlyn's body rocked back and forth and he saw her pendulous breasts jiggling and bouncing, saw, too, the expression of delight on her face and her finger, wet and sticky, darting in and out of her tender cunt.
Abruptly, she stopped and rummaged in a drawer in her cupboard and pulled out something. Jerry gasped when he saw that it was a *dandiya*, one of the pair of sticks used in the annual, traditional *raas-garba* dances. He expected her to use it as a dildo, but she surprised him yet again. Her chest heaving with excitement, her eyes glassy, her nostrils flared, Shirlyn moved away from the mirror.
THE BINT FROM BOMBAY
=======================
4
BROTHERS IN ARMS
THE HANDSOME YOUNG teenager pressed his eye cautiously to the keyhole of the door. He held his breath, watching the seventeen-year old girl in the room.
Humming to herself, Shirlyn selected a cassette and popped it into the stereo deck. She adjusted the controls and a popular number began playing, with a steady, insistent beat. Snapping her fingers, mouthing the words, jigging in tune to the music, she crossed to the bank of closets. The youth's view was obscured by the open leaf.
She closed it, her arms full of clothes and dumped them on the bed at the far end of the room, directly opposite the door. She flipped open a box of chocolates from the bedside table and popped one into her mouth.
There was a dressing table with a full-length mirror at the foot of the bed. She stood in front of it and quickly unbuttoned her long black *kurta*, pulled it off her head. The youth gasped behind the door. He could see hear naked back, the black bra straps. She tugged at the drawcord of her *churidar* and it rustled to her feet.
Her panties were very small, lacy, black, sexy, narrow at the back, giving him an unimpeded view of her lovely, firm, curved buttocks with the enticing dark cleft between them. She paused, her back to him and ran her hands down her flanks, squeezed her buttocks.
Humming, she turned sideways, looking at herself in the mirror, and then turned around, facing them, looking over her shoulder in the mirror at her buttocks. Now he had a glimpse of her full frontal. His penis bounced erect.
She had a lovely oval face with a pointed chin, a slim, straight nose and slightly flared nostrils, small, cutely stuck-out ears. Her face was small and delicate, that, from some angles, it looked like her cheeks were plump, but even that was really cute. Her cheekbones were high. Her eyes were lovely, large, brown, full of magic. Her lips were light and full and her teeth were white and strong and even, the left incisor slightly chipped, an attractive irregularity.
Her skin was like gold, smooth and clear, firm as a gbang. Her hair was dark and tumbled about her shoulders or flounced in a sexy pony tail or was coiled up neatly high on the back of her head. Her neck was superb, an exceptionally long, slender, graceful column under her firm, pointed chin.
Her arms and legs were nicely turned and slim, with attractive ankles and wrists and slim fingers and toes, beautifully shaped and arched. Her breasts jutted out, full and ripe and high, like succulent fruit. Her belly was firm and flat.
Her brassiere was very pretty, with thin straps and tiny cups that only just covered her nipples, leaving most of the luscious globes bare. He could see the points of her nipples and the dark shadows of her aureoles through the fine material. Her panties were so small that they barely covered her slit, and tiny dark hair crept from either side of the V. The youth groaned as he watched her.
She paused and reached behind her with both hands to unhook her bra. Her chest thrust outward and her breasts strained at the confines for a second, and then she slipped the straps off her
rounded shoulders and her breasts bounced free.
She tossed the bra into the pile of clothes at the foot of the bed and then, hooking her hands in her panties, rolled them down and kicked them aside. The youth stared at her naked body in mounting desire. The dark triangle of her cunt mesmerised him. As he watched, she bent to pick up the discarded clothes and carried them to the laundry basket in the corner. She dumped them in it and strolled back. The youth watched her breasts bouncing.
She stopped before the mirror, right in front of him. He could see her front in the reflection quite clearly. Reaching up, she coiled her hair into a knot high on the back of her head, accentuating
the sweep of her neck. The gold chain glistened on her flesh.
Then she paused and smiled at her reflection. She looked at her teeth, grimacing, turning her head this way and that. Then she stopped, and he saw her eyes sparkling with mischief. She held her palms between her breasts, the outside edges touching, palm to the tip of her little finger and slowly weighed and lifted her breasts.
Gently, she began to thumb her nipples. Moistening her finger with her tongue, she rubbed her nipples and aureoles. Her nipples stiffened and she pinched them gently, tweaking and twirling the hard stubs. The youth saw her breathing get shallower and more rapid, the tensing of her body, the parting of her lips, the flaring of her nostrils, all the unmistakable signs of sexual arousal.
She squeezed her breasts in her hands, the flesh squeezing between her fingertips and arched her head, her tongue arching lasciviously over her upper lip. Outside, watching her, the youth groaned and pulled his erect cock out of his jeans and began to masturbate slowly. He pressed his eye to the keyhole again. She was still fondling her beautiful breasts.
Shirlyn knew Jerry was watching her. He had been doing this for some weeks now; she had led him to it, satisfied when she saw the dark eye glittering at the keyhole. It was the next step. She made sure he didn't see with Kenny or Shankar, though; it wouldn't do to give him too much of a lead.
Jerry was tall and dark and muscular, with a finely chiseled face and strong features. His eyes were deep-set and dark, his nose fine and straight, his mouth lean and wide. His shoulders were broad, his chest cleaved and muscular and hard and his belly was firm and flat. His waist was narrow, his hips were high and buttocks taut.
His arms and legs bore thick bunches of musculature. She knew his body was lean and tough, his torso smoothly hairless. She had often watched him as he came out of his bath in his shorts and nothing else, toweling his thick, tousled hair. His nipples were small and dark and pulled low and wide on either side of his heavy pectorals. All said and done, Jerry was one sexy hunk, as good as Kenny or Harry.
Over the past week or so, Jerry's lust for her body had become overpowering, and he could not take his eyes off her. He watched as she continued to fondle herself, squeezing and massaging her gorgeous, full breasts. How he wanted to feel them, take them in his hands, sense their weight and fullness, feel the stiffness of her nipples in his fingers, watch her pleasure as his hands, not hers, moved over her irresistible flesh.
He gasped softly. In the room, Shirlyn smiled wantonly at her reflection and slid a hand down to her crotch. Jerry watched her face crease in pleasure as she teased her cunt-lips open and rubbed her finger along the slit. She gasped and her hips lurched, her buttocks writhing and twitching. Her mouth fluttered open and, slowly, she slid a finger into her cunt.
Gently, she masturbated before the mirror, moving her finger in and out of her slit, twisting it round and round, while her other hand fondled her visibly swollen breasts. She gasped softly and her hand moved faster in her crotch, her wrist pumping back and forth.
Her hips twitched and lurched, rocking and jerking back and forth, and her fingers were frenzied on her breasts. Jerry groaned in despair. She deserved better than her fingers; she deserved a cock, a big, thick cock in her cunt; a cock like his.
Shirlyn kept masturbating and, as he watched, leaned forward on an outstretched arm, her hand on the dresser counter and spread her feet wide. Her buttocks splayed open and Jerry had an unobstructed view of her puckered anus and her unfurled cunt-lips with her slender, shapely, elegant finger arched into it, rocking in and out, in and out.
In the mirror, her upturned face was a vision of lust, her mouth a wide 'O'. Jerry pumped his cock eagerly, moaning and gasping. In the room, Shirlyn's body rocked back and forth and he saw her pendulous breasts jiggling and bouncing, saw, too, the expression of delight on her face and her finger, wet and sticky, darting in and out of her tender cunt.
Abruptly, she stopped and rummaged in a drawer in her cupboard and pulled out something. Jerry gasped when he saw that it was a *dandiya*, one of the pair of sticks used in the annual, traditional *raas-garba* dances. He expected her to use it as a dildo, but she surprised him yet again. Her chest heaving with excitement, her eyes glassy, her nostrils flared, Shirlyn moved away from the mirror.
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