10-3 Bindi comes to stay - Sex Stories

10-3 Bindi comes to stay

... the arm for that - charming! (All this banter seemed to go completely over the Indian girl's head.)

She kissed Bindi goodbye on the lips, slipped her the tongue too, and squeezed one of her tits. And left.

We continued our lesson. I showed her how to move her arms to do the crawl. She was doing well, but now and again lost her confidence and began to sink. She came up gasping for air, locked her arms around my shoulders, and clung on to me, as if Neptune himself was going to rise up from the deep and claim her. My dick was pointing straight up, and I'm sure she knew it cos she submerged slightly pushing my tip onto her cootie. No doubt, it was deliberate.

Her bikini costume was made of an extremely thin white synthetic material. Her nipples were very long, 11-12mm, and constantly erect, even when not swimming. She seemed not to wear a bra around the house or when going out. I wondered if it was some kind of anti-parent rebellion as they were not here. But we had no control of that kind over her, and we were powerless to intervene - even if we wanted to. We didn't.

Her mum and dad, still stuck over there, sometimes phoned to talk to us and her, but it was very expensive so only 2-3 mins long. And it was not the sort of thing you could bring up. "I say, old chap, your daughter's flashing her threepenny bits (rhyming slang for tits) everywhere. What should we do?" Margey and I let it slide.

In the pool, her bikini bottoms were almost see through too, revealing a ...

... nice set of pubes and a prominent cleft. At one point she needed a pee, and rather than get out, she slipped off the lower part of the costume and I lifted her up. She splayed her thighs over the side and a dark golden stream arced out for over a minute. She turned around, gave me the last 30ml, and I kissed her cootie to say thank you. She tore off the bikini top and asked me to kiss each boob. (Wow, she really was feeling rebellious!!) We resumed our lesson, and from then on, every tuition hour was with both of us naked. Even if I tried to wear my shorts, she pulled them off, giving my penis a quick 'hello' stroke.

At the end of that first lesson, we got out and had a warm shower in the house. Bindi wanked me off as Mr Woody was showing his appreciation for her presence. This time she let me come all over her face and titties, but we immediately deployed the showerhead to rinse her. She said she was at the safe part of her cycle anyway.

I dried her off, and she asked me to dress her in the clean clothes she had brought with her.

We had a cup of hot chocolate together, and chatted about her studies and her career. She was considering becoming an engineer, so I took her under my wing a bit. Anytime I was doing any mechanical or electrical work around the place, she was with me, helping, and picked things up easily.

The week after, I had to change the spark plugs on the car, and with a bit of guidance, she did it all herself. She knew most of the names of the tools ...