My Indian Beach Boy - Sex Stories

My Indian Beach Boy

... and lay back on my stomach and he would begin. He pulled my towel down off my back and warmed some oil in his hands, and with my towel still covering my ass…he began. After a long and very relaxing back rub, he asked me to roll over. He turned around and I rolled onto my back and repositioned my towel to cover my hips and pussy but that left my breasts exposed which didn’t bother me at all. Ravi turned back around to face me and then sat down on the bed near my feet. He began to massage my feet and legs and I was instantly returned to my surreal mind space. He slowly raised my left knee, and as I opened my eyes, I caught him gazing at my naked and now very visible shaved pussy, and as I watched him watching me, I felt my pussy start to swell and heat up. He was now sitting sideways, semi facing me, massaging my thigh, and stealing glances at every opportunity while he slowly but deliberately moved upwards to my vagina. I allowed my leg to drop outward, till it rested on his leg, now totally exposing and opening myself to him. His hands ventured closer, and were now grazing my swelling vagina each time he ended a stroke. As I lay there on my back with the other leg now done, he kneeled at my feet directly facing me, gently pushing my heels together then upwards to my bottom. He sat on my feet, placing one leg down either side of me, then slowly moved my knees apart, till they rested on his legs, God, I was wide open, I watched him gaze at my clean shaven pussy, and he seemed ...

... totally mesmerised as if he’d never seen one like that before. It was then that I noticed Ravi’s erection underneath his towel. I had to remind myself he was only 23 and he could have a wank when he left. He began massaging me again and leaning forward with one hand while caressing each inner thigh, slowly kneading my flesh till he reached my vagina. I felt his thumbs brushing my pussy lips as his hands stroked to my stomach, then flowing back to my knees. Blood was flowing to all the right areas and I could feel I was completely wet. The process continued and I had already made the decision to just go with it as he had certainly delivered on his promise and then some. Mack will have to give me a good fucking after this I thought. He gradually focused more and more on my pussy, gently kneading my lips and gently pulling them apart, and then trailing my juices to my clit. He was very patient and methodical and was obviously happy enough to just pleasure me with his hands. I looked over at Mack who was watching all this unfold and rubbing his cock through his shorts. I raised my eyebrows at him, what could I say? I’m flat on my back, knees wide apart with a young stud playing with my pussy. Actually, it was then that I felt I had to move my legs, as it wasn’t really comfortable. One by one, I lifted a leg and placed it over his, dropping my heels into his butt, spurring him a little closer. He wriggled in a bit closer and I pleaded, “don’t stop the massage Ravi” It was then that ...