10-3 Bindi comes to stay - Sex Stories

10-3 Bindi comes to stay

... jet black hair, very straight, and so long it reached past her buttocks. I longed to bury my face in her tresses (and other parts of her).

She was not now in the same class at college as Suze or Beth, but was still a regular attendee at sleepovers, maybe once a month.

One day I got a phone call from the parents, Mr and Mrs Gandhi (no relation). Apparently there had been a family bereavement in their home village in the Punjab, and due to their religion and customs, they were obliged to attend. But they didn't want to disrupt her education, especially as she didn't really know the person who had died. Their daughter was an only child, and very mature and trustworthy, but it was deemed inadvisable to leave her on her own. Would it be possible for us to look after her for a few weeks? (They couldn't be specific on the length of time due to various factors.)

I said I would check with Margey and get back to them, but couldn't see a problem. She could take Little Miss Sassy's old room if she agreed. The latter did. That tells you a lot about her real character - despite all the bravado and bullshitting façade about getting beaten by another girl in a silly competition, she really was a 24 carat diamond (joke intended) in the middle.

They had to catch the plane the very next day, as there were many connections that had to fall in place to prevent then getting stranded in the middle of nowhere. So after school had finished for the day, Suze drove me (she had her ...

... provisional licence now) in my car to their house to pick her and her stuff up. It was a delightful and immaculate home, decorated in traditional Indian style, and she took great pleasure in showing me around everywhere. I felt it inappropriate for me to enter a young girl's bedroom and slightly stuck my head round the door. But she pulled me inside by the hand and sat me and Suze on the bed. She explained where she kept all her things: clothes, books, toys, makeup, toiletries, shoes, etc. (Suze had stayed there many times, and told me her mum and dad were very kind, generous and helpful to her.)

We got back to our place, and the lovely Franny had already been in and cleared out most of her personal possessions. They were now in cardboard boxes in the basement. I could have kissed her. (I did next time, but in a very rude place on her body, which she thoroughly enjoyed. It led to a very interesting session, which maybe I'll relate another time...)

As a parting gift, knowing only I would understand it, she left a message on the outside of the door. No words, just an A4 piece of paper. Top half was the emoji for two fingers. Not the V for victory sign. The other way round. The bottom half was a scanned photograph of her bending over forwards, pulling down her shorts. Mooning me. Her delectable arse still did things to me (I was the first one up it with my dick), and I could also see her shaven slit all too clearly, bringing back happy memories. Luckily Bindi didn't see it, as I ...