dark alley and passion - Sex Stories

dark alley and passion

**co-writer with my friend from Imagefap, Reddwarf** There was a Christian Missionary Group that had as a member a young blonde girl only just turn 18 years old, named Kristi. She was a thin and small girl, a little more than 1.6 meters tall and weighing 43 kilograms. She had smooth white skin and her silky hair done up in a ponytail and she wore a pretty white blouse that was buttoned up to hide her tiny, budding breasts and her plaid skirt hung to her knees, covering her thin but muscular legs. She wore black shoes and knee-high white socks and looked like the innocent, unspoiled Christian girl she was. All smiles and blue eyes, she was very friendly and a bit shy. Her parents had let her go with her Church on a mission to India during the summer, to allow her to meet people of other cultures and to spread the word of her God to them. Soon, Kristi found herself in a thriving, crowded city, surrounded by many exotic sights and smells, looking in wonder at the exciting splendor of India. Being curious, the young girl wandered away from the safety of her group and soon found herself lost down the many alleyways between the tall buildings. Even as the midday sun heated the humid air, making the teenager's skin shimmer with sweat, she found it hard to see in the dim light of the dirty alley because of the tall buildings pressing in as well as the clothes and blankets that hung haphazardly on lines in the passage. Pushing through a damp pair of trousers, Kristi yelped in ...

... surprise as she stumbled over a figure lying in the muck at her feet. Rolling over onto her backside and sitting up, she blinked and began apologizing to the elderly man whom she had awakened from his sleep. The old man's skin was dark and worn with the years, but the bright eyes that twinkled from under his thick grey eyebrows were alert and clear. As Kristi stammered her words in English, the fat old man sat up, adjusting the worn, faded turban on his head and uttered soothing words in his low, deep voice. Not understanding his language, but nonetheless calmed by his manner, the young girl smiled at him. Seeing better in the dim light, she could see that he had been living a hard life; his clothes were torn and dirty, barely covering his blotchy and scabby brown skin. Even though he seemed poor, his belly was huge as was his chest, arms and legs; he must have weighed at least 160 kilograms if a gram! Looking about, the girl soon discovered why; this alley was the back of a restaurant and the ground was littered with old food containers that her new friend had been eating from. From the looks of the dead end area, this was his "home". Looking back at her companion, she appreciated that he must have been living all alone and forgotten here, a fat old man with no one to love or befriend him. Feeling a rush of Christian love, Kristi got up on her knees and leaned in, hugging her gentle friend. As his large, fat arms enveloped her, she felt her thin body sink into his. As the teen ...