Eve Of An Indian Wedding

[desiaks]

What what surprise I said dazedly. Before I could say anything more she had disappeared into the kitchen with a big box she had taken from the cupboard next to the bed. She locked the door. To tell you the truth I don't know what she was up to. I don' t know whether it was waiting for her or the heat but it didn't take long for me to drift off to sleep. I must have been a sleep for at least an hour before being woken up by a rattling from the adjacent kitchen door bolt. I got up with a jolt kind of shock really. At first I thought I was seeing a vision. Geeta was standing there in her red traditional Indian wedding saree, in full make up, her pout red lips quivering, fresh flowers in her hair, naturally left open and flowing. Her intoxicating perfume waf ting through the room. The embroidery and golden jewellery sparkling. My mouth was wide open. To tell you the truth I've never had many hard-ons looking at a fully dressed woman. Lots of hard ons looking at women in bikinis or just plain naked but not man y fully clothed. But looking at Geeta gave me an almighty stiffy. Even her parents had not seen her completely decked out in her wedding gear. So I was really lucky. What do you think she said wearily? 
I.. I you look gorgeous I said. I don't know why but she began to cry. I didn't take me long to get over to her to console her. I wrapped my arms around her waist. The feeling of her waist flesh pressed against my hands made my dick strain against the cloth of my shorts. She slowly brushed her cheek against mine before her head finally rested on my shoulder. Her hands and arms tight round my chest. She sobbed quietly. I tried to comfort her, gently rocking us both from side to side. We stood embraced like that for what seemed like ages, I didn't mind. God she smelt fantastic! I could feel her heaving breasts through the thin material of her blouse and saree rubbing against my chest. I wanted her badly. Her sobbing had now died down and she slowly began to pull away. Her face again rubbing against my cheek before she paused within an inch between our lips. 
We looked deep into each other's eyes. And it just happened, we kissed each other passionately. She later tried to pull away gently whispering No, No. But both of our kisses became more and more intense. Her refusals getting weaker and weaker until there were no more nos. There was just kiss after hungry kiss. My hardon was now seriously painful. I turned her round so her back was towards the bed whilst still kissing her my hands now delving into the back folds of her saree cupping her smooth curvaceous arse pushing her hips closer to mine. It didn't surprise me that she wasn' t wearing any panties. Her hands were following the smalls of my back lifting out my T-shirt from my shorts so she could get contact with my skin. My hands were now running along her waist slowly pushing her onto the bed. She'd managed to get my T-shirt off. Her saree had fallen from her shoulder revealing her breasts bulging from her tight red saree blouse. My hands were eager to grab those melons and I did. Our kis s ing was deeply passionate making gigantic stirrings in my loins. I was now resting on top of her. She pulled up her legs allowing me to lift up her red saree and petticoat. I pulled back from her to see her love mound. It was very hairy and plump. She ha d never shaved her bikini line, all though her legs were smoothly waxed. I couldn't help but stare at it the thin line of her quim matted with curly pubic black hair. It is a sight I will never forget. That was it I pulled my shorts down quick smart. My dick now stuck out hard and ready. She looked at it approvingly. Her hand eagerly touching it, It was the first time she'd seen a cock, it was my first time seeing a real pussy, not those things in a mag but a real warm love mound.
Raj, I..! 
Too late I'd thrust my cock into her pussy. She buckled holding my forearms. She let out a mixed squeal of pleasure and pain. Later, I realised she'd bled quite a lot more than I'd actually expected. The fact that my first thrust was very deep may not of helped. I couldn't help it though I was on the verge of exploding if I didn't take her much longer. I started to tug at her blouse, which was front fastening. Darn hooks. She did it almost expertly letting the material fall, to reveal two pert breasts with these gorgeous erect dark brown nipples. I began to suck her tits as I thrust my hips. Her left-hand was caressing my arse whilst her other hand played in my hair. The first time was okay, not brilliant, it was the first time for both of us. I came to quickly and she had bled quite a bit. 
The second time was a bit better she did not feel as much pain and it took me 4 mins before I came. The third time, again, was much better, we were both getting better at it and it was taking me longer to cum each time. It didn't ta ke her long to make me hard again her kisses were hard to describe but they were so erotic and sensual my cock got hard after a matter of a few seconds. I've never been kissed so sensuously since! By the 6th time it was like we had been making love for years.