India Summer 2, a short story by ClickingTheKeys. Date added: 2010-11-11. Times viewed: 4225.

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Intro: The delicious dark knight plays with his tourist- visiting her deep valleys with his tongue and dick

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Chris rolled onto her side to watch Shyam’s gorgeously plush ass head toward the bathroom.

Geez, I just got the best fuck of my life. My entire life! And he wants more. Thank god he wants more.

Legs a bit shaky, she got to her feet. He was leaning back against the sink, the water in the shower already running. Arms and legs crossed, he said, “Get in.”

Habitually testing the water with her hand she yanked it back. “It’s freezing!” He smiled and nodded at her to get in. “But my nipples will shatter.”

“They won’t. I promise,” he gently added, “please.”

Teeth chattering the moment the water touched her leg, she braved the elements. Chris hugged herself, a futile gesture as the cold water chilled her. “Wh-wh-what is this for? Going to put me into shock and steal my kidney?”

He smiled amusedly, but answered, “Maybe your heart.”

The comment jerked Chris upright. It wasn’t said fully in jest, there was a hint of longing in it. His smile faded as he stepped over to alter the temperature to something resembling warmth. Even though it still ran chilly, he stood beside her in the water’s path. The difference of his warmth was divine against her cold skin. Fully embracing her, she could feel her flesh yearn to meld with his. There was no reason to hurry- no one to meet up with, no schedule to keep, so they stood as the water ran over them. Chris rested the side of her face on his shoulder- nestled into the crook of his neck.

Steal my kidney, heart- whatever you want. I feel so good right now I don’t think I’d mind anything you’d want to do.

His fingers slipped down her back, stopping to hold her ass. Those two hands circled and squeezed, circled and squeezed. A pattern that lulled her into a sensual hum. That hum became a purr of deep sighs into his chest but was halted the moment his fingers delved deep into the crack of her ass, stroking along the depth and over her only twice-before-touched anus. His arms tightened when she stiffened- his hold wasn’t threatening, it was to center her, reassuring her that he meant no harm. It didn’t help ease her nervousness but she couldn’t deny the fact that it felt nice.

The fingers continued their migration north and south, sometimes stopping to circle the tense muscle. With each pass it loosened more and more, her breathing- although quicker and deeper was also more relaxed.

Carefully nudging her forehead with his chin, he indicated he wanted a kiss. Feeling tentative about what was happening, her kiss was light- barely a touch. Shyam corrected that issue by holding her tight and pressing his face to hers. The moment he gently bit her lower lip she gasped and he slid his finger deep inside her ass. She felt a little panicked, worried he’d want to put his much bigger cock inside her.

He read her mind, he smiled and started to kiss her neck as he slowly finger fucked her. “We’ll start with this baby, don’t worry. But I want your ass too.” He kissed her mouth and then dipped his head to kiss the other side of her throat. “Just remember how good I made your pussy feel. This will be just as good.” She made herself take a deep breath and slowly let it out. “It doesn’t hurt. You’ll like it, all right baby?”

“Okay. I’ve only..I’ve only had- I’ve not done.. I’ve never had more than a finger in..” She hid her face on his throat, her arms around his neck so she could stay hidden.

“I like that. My dick will be as gentle as it was with you pussy.” He growled in her ear, “But I have to be honest baby, it’s going to be hard not to just shove myself in.” The finger was working faster, Chris was clinging to Shyam’s neck. “I want to be in-” her gasp cut him short, his cock jerked against her belly. “God. I want to be in you again.” He slowly removed his hands from her, confusing her with his intentions until she saw him reach for soap and a washcloth. Holding it behind his head, he let the spray soak the towel and then lathered it up. Rubbing her with it,he washed her arms, back, chest and then stooped before her to work on her legs.

A small touch on her hips and she followed his instructions- turning her back to him. He stood and while kissing her neck, he thoroughly washed between her legs, working his way to the back side. Extra time was spent scrubbing his earlier target. Then he rinsed her body, sending the small clusters of bubbles down her skin and into the drain.

Kneeling behind her he spread the cheeks of her ass and said, “Don’t move.” The moment the point of his tongue touched the edge of that puckered flesh, her knees wobbled. Chris groaned with embarrassment while Shyam silently laughed. “Be strong baby.” He licked her asshole again and her hand slapped noisily against the tiled wall to prevent herself from tipping over. Pressing his face to the back of her thigh he laughed, “Another first for you?”

“Y-yes. Yeah. I’ve never felt so weak kneed. I...”

“Until now.”

“Yeah.”

“Get on your knees Chris.” She did and when he lightly pressed her spine, she bent forward, bracing herself on the back of the tub. Shyam’s hands pulled her cheeks apart again and he kissed the inner sides of the crevasse. Chris was gasping, her legs were still weak but able to hold her up. The warm water slipped over her, Shyam’s fingers digging deep into the skin of her cheeks as his tongue strode the outer rim.

Lungs were loud, stealing her ability to speak. After a few moments of this new delight, he released a cheek and she felt him adjust his position behind her. He kissed a trail over one side of her back, bending himself over her. The thick end of his cock rubbed her saliva moistened hole, she held her breath- worried she would be injured by his hefty piece of meat.

Shyam sensed her body’s change- from languid to stiff. “Chris, Chris, you need to relax.” Her hands loosened on the tub’s edge when she took a breath. “That’s better baby. Maybe if you put your head lower, let the water run up your back and off your shoulders.” She curled her arms into the tub and lowered her head. The warm water soothed her muscles which had been tight. “I need this. All right?” He pressed his manly tube of flesh against her muscle, waiting for it to give. “Chris?” Her shoulders dropped a little more, her tension loosened and he slid in, his cock lubricated with honey scented lotion that had been perched on the edge of the tub. “Mmm. Watched you walk to the water the first day.” He squeezed her cheeks and pushed himself into her until his balls were tucked into her swollen pussy lips. “Mm,” he sighed, “wanted to see the waves pull your bottoms off.” Her giggle tightened her ass, Shyam grunted, “God, baby.” Too aroused, there was no slow build, Shyam started to screw her vigorously. “Prayed the water would take your bikini. Steal it and hide it.”

“Shyam,” she cooed, loving the feel of him in her. “Shyam!” She cried when he began rubbing her clit.

“I wanted to be the one to rescue you. Make a deal that I’d go get your towel if you’d let me fuck you in the water.” Chris moaned at the thought of having sex with him in public, in broad daylight. “I’d stand in chest deep water, you’d wrap your legs around me-“

“Tomorrow,” Chris gasped. “Tomorrow we’ll-“

“You joke.” Shyam balked and halted his pumping.

Chris looked at him over her shoulder, “I’m not, but we’ll try to be discreet.”

He looked at her skeptically, “With many people around? You would do this?”

“If you will, I will. But I’ll just be another naughty tourist, you live here. It’s up to you.”

He stared at her a minute with those sexy black eyes, Chris felt herself begin to blush. She’d never been so open about sex- not that she was a prude, but today she had surprised herself. She hardly knew him and yet within a couple hours she was letting him fuck her ass- something she’d never done and on top of that, she was promising to screw him in a fully sunshine lit, public place.

Geez. Either I’ve overdosed on curry or he’s that alluring.

She studied the decadent chocolate skin in the shape of a handsome male, complimented with black hair and eyes and a stunning persona.

Yep. He’s that alluring. I’m so fucked. Literally.

She smiled at him and watched a grin slowly bloom across his lips.

Sooooooo alluring.

He chuckled and thrusted hard to make her gasp- laughing when she did. “Not all women are like you.” Not feeling like she was special, just an average woman- she shrugged. “No,” he said softly, “it is not that you’re American. No. I have observed women from other  countries. Many are the same no matter where they come from. You are different. You are- how should I describe it?” His black brows pinched together a moment, then loosened as the answer arrived, “Easy going. Laid back.”

“Easy and laid. Yep, that’s me.” She said trying to make a joke of it.

As if to erase her comment, his lovely hands spread wide over her shoulders and smoothed down her back and ribs. He repeated the move a few times, shedding the conversation and rekindling the earlier heat. Still stroking he kept his dick buried in her ass, but flicked his hips like a pulse. Once Chris sighed for the third time Shyam pulled his cock back- the tip precariously hanging on the inner edge of her- he paused, building tension. Then he forced it all in. Chris cried out, it was like a starting pistol. Shyam rode her ass, fucking her hard.

A torrent of Tamil elegantly spilled off his tongue as he began leaning back, his fingers holding her hips. The slapping sound of wet flesh echoed in the tiled room- only to be outdone by Chris’s sensual cries and Shyam’s fluid native language. Chris slid her hand between their legs and rubbed his plum sized balls- it was the final straw for Shyam. They tightened in her hand and then she felt jets of his warm come fill her. That incredible new sensation inside her body threw her into a climax. She moaned loud, the room answering back with the same sound. Her muscles convulsed and Shyam groaned again, his dick being pinched at the base of his shaft as if her ass had had enough.

The endless supply of warm water started to prune their skin, but neither one of the minded. Once Chris pulled away a little, Shyam took the hint and fully removed himself from her body. Wanting to thank him for his gracious attention- Chris reached for a new washcloth, lathered it up and unhurriedly washed every inch of him. She shooed away the suds with water, following them with kisses and caresses. The water was turned off and she proceeded to dry him off then slathering him with lotion.

Shyam watched her hands glide over his skin, she caught his gaze and he said, “I was fair skinned and chubby when I was little.”

“You chubby?” She smiled, picturing him with puffy cheeks and hands. He nodded then her face pinched as she tried to imagine him pale- she didn’t like it. “I love your color. It’s healthy.” She held out her hands as if it was obvious.  “It’s beautiful Shyam.” He shrugged. “No. I meant it. It’s like rich soil. Fertile and alive. I love it.”

He smiled, “You flatter me.”

“Honesty, not flattery. I mean it,” she scolded.

He stopped her hands on his stomach by grasping her wrists, he looked at them and confessed, “I like seeing your fair hands on my skin.”

“I like them on you too.“ She watched her hands swirl over his pecks. “I really love touching you. Feeling you.” For a couple minutes he let her touch wander, exploring him.

She led him back to the bed and had him lie down on his stomach. She straddled his waist and rubbed his shoulders as she read the room service menu aloud. Since they were both famished they decided on a few things. Even while on the phone placing their order, Chris continued to massage her newfound lover.

They chatted about growing up, his friends, stupid things they did as teens. By the time their food arrived, they were lying on their sides facing one another. Chris’s leg over his hip, her fingers twirling in his chest hair. Shyam’s head was resting on one arm, his free hand running back and forth over her waist. When making a point, or if someone laughed at the other- Chris would gently peck his sternum with her finger or Shyam would shake her hip. It was casual and cheerful conversation.

Taking  her dark blue thin sarong scarf she tied it around Shyam’s waist and wrapped her green one around her chest. They dined on the balcony. Four stories below them the night was busy with lights, the noise of crowds, the hum of traffic and competing notes of music. The air was alive with warmth as they ate, fed one another and talked. Shyam washed his bites down with beer, Chris did hers with wine.

There’s a certain feeling one gets on a tropical vacation. The smell of heat, delicious foreign foods, the excitement of discovery and the notion that there is no set schedule makes for a glorious high. Chris had experienced that high before but this time was different. This time there was a breathtaking change and the cause of this awe inspiring alteration was sitting beside her, offering her a kiss with honey sweetened lips.

Shyam  had swiped the honey spoon from her tea and applied some of the sticky nectar to his lips. She doubted any female could resist the sweet gloss on Shyam’s soft, heart shaped mouth. The point of her tongue ran over his top lip, retreating to let the taste fill her mouth. Pulling her from her chair and onto his lap, he continued to kiss her. She sucked on his bottom lip while his hand found her nipple, the other pulled the back of her neck tighter to him.

Chris was astonished at the amount of heat radiating from him. The sensuality was so heavy it stole her breath. It seemed to have a physical presence.  The sarong that had been tucked around her chest fell away when she shifted in his lap. She felt the swell of him underneath her thigh. She stood and opened the fabric, revealing his dick. She slid one leg under the right arm of the chair, Shyam supported her by holding waist as she lifted her other leg and slid it through the left side of the chair. Holding his shoulders as he maneuvered his cock to her wet again pussy. She felt him prod her opening and she sat on his lap. She felt whole again.

“You taste sweet. Of wine and honey,” he said after he kissed her again, his tongue having rolled over hers.

“And you taste unlike anything I’ve ever had. Wonderful.” She smiled. “And now with beer.”

He grinned until Chris started riding him. Shyam cupped her ass, guiding her pace. He attempted to suck a bouncing nipple but didn’t want to let go of her cheeks. Chris held her breast in place for him and he used his teeth and tongue on it.  She circled her hips in a belly dancer like move making him moan.

He gasped into her neck, “Please. Do that again.” She did but in the opposite direction. “God,” he groaned.  She tried another move, rolling her body in waves front to back. She loved the sounds he uttered. Leaning back she held his knees and raised her rib cage, her spine moving toward him like a snake crossing sand. Whatever Shyam was mumbling now was not English and Chris doubted it was Tamil- it was pure enraptured man.   He threw his head back and thrust upwards, it wasn’t enough force for him. He stood, with her still attached, her legs scraping their way out of the chair’s arms. He moved to his knees, lying her on her back, Shyam began fucking her at a rapid pace.

The hard tiles of the balcony weren’t a surface Chris would normally consider for comfort- but her attention was solidly on the man and what he was doing to her body. It was a brutal fuck. Shaym had turned into a beast, Chris was barely able to breathe, in awe of him.

“Shyam,” she growled between pants. “Oh god Shyam. God.” Suddenly he thrust hard and shook, gasping as he came. Then he collapsed onto top of her. Chris wrapped her arms around him, a sheen of sweat covered his body. She kissed the top of his head, his face was buried in her breasts.

It took him a moment then he lifted his head and looked at her sheepishly. “I am sorry.”

“For what?” Chris snickered with surprise.

Shyam was embarrassed, Chris thought it was adorable.

“I did not provide you with-“

“Shyam!” She laughed. “Some women rarely get orgasms! Some women never have them.” He was skeptical of her cavalier attitude. “Listen, you gave me how many so far today?” He shrugged and she smirked. “You know exactly how many-“

He tried not to smile, “Four.”

“Four,” she smiled proudly at him, he mirrored it. “Do I look upset?

“No.”

“So don’t apologize. It was rather wild seeing the animal in you.” He bashfully grinned. “It was hot. I loved it. Glad I could make it happen even though you did all the work.”

Shyam looked at her, figuring out that she really was as upfront and honest as her words. Chris waited patiently. Normally she would shy away from being stared at so intensely, but there was something about him that made her comfortable.

A girl could get lost in those eyes. I know they make my knees weak and my mind into jell-o. Hell! I’ve done things today just because of those eyes! How the hell is he still single? Oh. He might not be single.

She asked, “Do you have a girlfriend?” And immediately backtracked, “You don’t have to answer. I just-“

“No.”

“Ever?”

“Yes. But we wanted different things.”

“That’s a common story where I come from too.””

“Have you?”

“Was engaged.” He raised his coal black eyebrows. “We wanted different things.” He smiled and pecked a kiss on her lips. Then he stood and assisted her to her feet. “You go lie down, I’ve got to pick up-“

“I’ll help,” he said.

“No, you’re my guest. NO. It’ll make me happy.” He paused, conflicted. “Please?” He kissed her and obeyed making her grin.

She gathered the dishes and put the cart out into the hall. Then she took care of things in the bathroom and came out brushing her teeth. She loved seeing him lying in bed under the sheets. The shape of him under the white cool fabric. The thought of his body near hers all night showered her in goosebumps.

“Are you cold?” He asked.

“No. You make me all shivery.” He smiled and she shivered again.

Washed up, she climbed into bed and he got out, it was his turn to prepare for bed. Within minutes he was back out and dove onto the bed, making her laugh. He disappeared under the sheet, his hands and mouth randomly tickling and attacking her. It soon became something else.

Shyam was already lying on top of her, he slid his dick in her, making her sigh.  

“God Shyam. I love the way you fuck.” She raised her knees and he lifted himself off her torso, rubbing her clit as he slowly stroked his body into hers.  Chris’s back arched- a prelude to her upcoming orgasm.  Shyam slowed, wanting it to collect strength. Seeing her lips part when she moaned his name again, he kissed her bottom lip, holding it hostage for a moment with his teeth. She cried out when he bit her earlobe at the same time he pinched a nipple.

“Yes baby,” his breath hot on her ear, “This time I will not leave you behind.”

“Shyam. You are the most incredible lay I’ve ever had.” She held his face in her hands, her eyes digging into his. “The most incredible. One in a billion.”

Not one for having an ego but Shyam’s pride was at an all time high. Seeing this writhing creature beneath him, hearing her heart felt praises- he felt immortal. He nibbled on her neck, leaving a mark- his mark on her pale flesh. He pulled away to look at it.

“Mine now,” he said.  Feeling a self-imposed responsibility to fulfill her needs he started to fuck her hard. Chris immediately bucked under him. Shyam moved faster.

“SHYAM!” she screamed. He loved hearing his name like that. “Shyam! God Shyam you’re-“ Her spine snapped up toward the ceiling, he quickly grabbed her and held her there. The new angle brought another orgasm, this one was messy. She would have screamed had she enough breath, instead  it was a wheeze. Shyam felt a warm rush of fluid spill over his balls. He couldn’t believe it. He knew it was possible, but to have his own body feel a woman shower his groin was overwhelming. He groaned as his come filled her again.

He didn’t roll off or pull out, instead he rolled them onto their sides and he spent a few minutes kissing her face, neck and ear.

Tired, Chris fell asleep under the gentle touched of Shyam. Dreaming of the very man she was curled up against.

 

 

To be continued…

 

 

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