I recently went to London to attend a global conference for my office. The place was swarmed with people worldwide, especially for the final keynote address.
As I reached late to the venue, I could only manage a seat right at the back. Little did I know that this disappointing situation would turn into something beautiful.
A few minutes into the keynote, a blond girl with dark hazel eyes, wearing a smart jacket, came and stood next to me. As luck would have it, she spotted the vacant seat next to me.
“Excuse me? Is this seat occupied?” Her Italian accent resonated like a melody to me.
“No, please have a seat!” I told her as I moved over to the vacant seat.
I had been learning Italian for more than a year. I was confident of holding a conversation in the language. We looked and smiled at each other. She promptly thanked me when she sat down.
I moved my hand forward to introduce myself. “Darvesh!”
“Paula!” She shook my hand gracefully.
“Tu sei italiana?” (Are you Italian?) I asked a bit hesitantly.
“Si! E tu?” (Yes, and you?) She asked excitedly.
“Sono Indiano!” (I’m Indian) I replied proudly.
“Parli bene l’italiano,” (You speak Italian well)
I smiled, “Grazie mille!” (Thank you very much)
We both got lost in our conversation and didn’t realise when the keynote ended.
To keep the conversation going, we went to a small eatery across the road to grab dinner and spoke at length about our work. During this conversation, we realised we were staying in the same hotel, just one floor apart.
As we returned to the hotel, Paula asked, “Would you like to share a drink in my room?”
“I am more than happy to!”
She asked for 30 minutes to change. I did the same and changed into something comfortable. I knocked on the door at the agreed time. She opened it almost immediately as if she were standing behind the door.
Paula looked more attractive in her normal clothes – a simple Disney T-shirt and shorts. Her blond hair was neatly tied in a bun. What made the difference was the black-rimmed glasses that she was wearing.
“Were you wearing contacts this morning?” I asked a bit inquisitively.
She smiled at this keen observation. “Oh, you noticed?”
There were a lot of other things I noticed that I didn’t tell her then, e.g. she wasn’t wearing a bra, and her nipples were piercing her t-shirt. Her ass wobbled as she walked, and she most definitely wasn’t even wearing her panty.
We sat comfortably on the sofa with our drinks, and the conversation turned personal. After a couple of drinks, she opened up as we cozied up on her sofa.
“I have a girlfriend back home. She’s a lesbian, but I’m bisexual.”
“You’re the first bisexual person that I’ve met,” I told her with a smile.
“What about you?” She asked.
“I’m married, but my wife will love your and your girlfriend’s company,” I said with a devilish smile.
Her eyes widened with interest as the effect of this information and alcohol kicked in at the same time.
“Can you elaborate on what you said?” Paula asked, unable to control her excitement.
I told her about our sexual adventures and how recently Urmi had her first taste of lesbianism (Read: Urmila’s lesbian night)
“Would you like to see some pictures?” I asked with a wink.
“Sicuro?” (are you sure?) Paula was getting a bit horny. I could see that her nipples had become more prominent now with ecstasy.
I unlocked my phone and showed her Urmi’s picture with Roshan (Read: Urmila’s new partner) and her recent pictures with Anshika.
“She’s so pretty and hot!” Paula exclaimed.
“We kind of have an open relationship when it comes to sex,” I added.
We were now completely cuddled in each other’s arms, me gently placing my hand around her hip, just above her ass. I scrolled further to the folder with mine and Urmi’s picture. Paula kept her glass down as I opened it and took the phone from me. She stared unabashedly at my naked pictures.
“Wow! Che pene fantastico!” (what an amazing cock)
I could feel her shifting on the sofa, lust and booze driving her every movement.
“I haven’t had sex with a man in more than a year,” she said in a disappointing tone.
“Really? Who was the last lucky person?” I started flirting with her a bit.
She understood that and asked, “Do you want to know the last or the next one?”
Paula tilted her head slightly in a childish manner on my shoulder, her hand firmly tucked between both her legs, trying to control the urge to touch her pussy directly. She didn’t lose eye contact with me, afraid she might lose the moment.
“If you are sure about the next one, you can tell me about him,” I told her as I bravely moved my hand and grabbed her ass.
She leaned forward, and we gently started kissing each other, my hand now exploring every contour of her body. In no time, the gentle kiss turned into a passionate one, our tongues thrusting down each other’s mouths. Paula’s hand was now searching for that one thing that she missed for a long time. Cock.
Our lip lock broke for a few seconds when her hand reached mine. Her eyes were now desperately moved towards the bulge in my joggers. She almost worshipped it, caressing it gently with her hand. I realised she was a bit hesitant and understood that I must make the first move.
I got up, loosened my pants, and dropped it completely. As I stood naked in front of Paula, she held my dick and started feeling every hardened muscle of it. She made eye contact with me. Before I knew it, my dick was in her mouth. Paula’s blowjob felt completely different.
She had her way with her tongue, expertly moving it over every inch of my dick, sucking it intermittently. The sound of her sucking made me go harder every second, afraid that I might cum instantly.
She let go of my dick which was now dripping with her saliva. My sticky pre-cum made a small string from my tip to her lips and kept getting longer as she pulled away. With one swift move of her finger, she nipped it before it broke and sucked it.
Paula raised her hands and removed her Disney t-shirt. The smile on my face was as big as what Mickey Mouse had on her t-shirt. Paula’s boobs were slightly bigger than Urmi’s, with fair nipples, which were now as erect as my dick.
She removed her shorts, exposing that juicy ass that I was caressing some time back. I couldn’t help but spank it.
“Ouch!” She smiled in playful agony.
She held my hand. “Andiamo!” (Let’s go!) and started walking towards the bed.
As we fell on the bed, I licked her neck, making my way down towards her boobs. They were heaving with the anticipation of my firm hands. She urged me to squeeze them, enjoying the slight pain. I rewarded her with my tongue, sucking & licking her nipples.
I didn’t realise when my teeth sunk into them. She didn’t complain about the love bite that it left. Her body was finding pleasure between the sweet pain and sexual stimulation.
Paula’s body almost froze when my tongue touched her pubic area. Her perfectly manicured pussy wanted to be devoured, the pink folds already wet with excitement, clitoris protruding to be sucked.
Shivering through the oral pleasures that I gave her, Paula moaned deeply, finding all the inner strength she could muster from not screaming.
“Stai bene?” (are you ok?) I asked her. She nodded with a satisfied smile, pulling me up to kiss me again.
“It’s my first time with a foreigner,” I told her.
“Mine too!”
She climbed on me and started making circles with her tongue over my nipples, sucking them at will. Paula was stimulating herself by smelling my armpits, a kink that she enjoyed. Thankfully, I had taken a shower before going to her room.
“Do you have a condom?” Paula asked.
“I wasn’t expecting sex on this trip,” I joked.
“Don’t cum inside me then,” she said as she inserted my dick in her dripping pussy happily.
You could feel the satisfaction coursing through her body as she felt a dick inside her after ages. She was savouring every moment of it, feeling every inch of my dick inside her folds.
“This feels so good!” She said in a hushed tone as she moved her hips rhythmically over my dick.
Pinching her nipples, I started thrusting her to hit her spot. Paula’s eyes were closed in a trance, not wanting this feeling to stop. I grabbed her and switched positions, putting her back on the bed.
“Keep fucking me!” Her dark hazel eyes were now full of lust.
I applied a little saliva on her pussy and penetrated her once again. As I banged her, she grabbed the pillows around her. However, this time, her moans turned into screams. Her boobs moved in a circular pattern with every thrust. She bit her right bicep to stop her screams, alarming the neighbours.
“Do you enjoy doggy style?” I asked her.
She got up, turned around, and placed herself on all her fours, spreading her legs enough to give me an easy entry. Her ass looked heavenly in that position. I penetrated her hard, making her ass cheeks ripple. They had turned red from all the spanking that I gave her.
“I’m cumming!”
“Spray it on my ass!”
She grabbed the bedpost for extra support as I pushed for the final time. I pulled out and did what Paula ordered me to. I was proud of the work that I just did.
“Do you mind if I take a picture like this?” I asked apprehensively.
“For your wife?” She looked at me naughtily.
She stayed like that as I grabbed my phone. I placed my dick on her ass and clicked a picture with all my cum over her white booty.
“That’s a nice ass!” Urmi messaged a few minutes later. “Whose it is?”
I video-called her as Paula spoke to her, cuddling naked in my arms. After knowing that she had sex with a man after a year, Urmi asked her, “I hope he made it worth it!”
“Oh, it was heavenly!” Paula said in a satisfied tone.
“I hope we meet someday. I understand that you enjoy a bit of women yourself now,” Paula told Urmi.
Hearing that, I started getting aroused once again.
“I want to enjoy that white ass of yours now,” Urmi exclaimed.
I slept in Paula’s room that night before eating her for breakfast again the next morning.