The correspondence is between me and a lonely housewife in Calcutta, who has since become a very close friend.
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Darling Purvi,
Remember the time we partied here in Bombay and I didn’t let Uday fuck me in the ass? I promised I’d tell you the moment I lost my virginity there – and yes!! -- it’s happened! I finally got fucked in the ass!
Remember Pinky and Monty, the couple with whom we party from time to time out here? We keep in touch even when we are not meeting for a fuck, and it came as no surprise when Pinky called me up a while back. She was her usual excited self, bubbling all over about the beautiful lingerie Monty had picked up on his recent flight to Dubai, and a whole lot of other stuff. Then she quieted down and reminded me that it was my birthday in a week -- as if I was likely to forget. When you are the wrong side of 30, it is not a date you are easily able to pass up!
Pinky said she had a special present for me. Giggling all the while and sounding most mysterious, she said that she had arranged a 'special' massage for me --- "…his name is Darius, darling, and he's very, very special! I have had three treatments by him and I feel so wonderful!! Please, please say you'll go…"
Since Raj was out of town (again!) and I really had nothing in particular planned, I agreed. She gave me the address and the time, suggesting that I keep the rest of the day free -- "…you'll feel so relaxed, you just can't think of returning to work!"
So five days later, I found myself at this swanky apartment address in South Bombay. Not quite knowing what to expect, I had dressed in simple tights and a loose shirt, with just basic make-up and jewelry. When Darius opened the door, I wished I had taken some more time over my appearance -- he was gorgeous!
Over 6" tall, beautifully muscled, with close-cropped brown hair, he smile a handsome smile. " Hi there. You must be Lalitha…"
"Call me Lali," I said as I moved into the flat, very aware of his masculinity. He was dressed in a short toweling robe, which left most of his legs and his arms bare. I felt a rush of moisture in my groin as I suddenly thought of being held by his strong hands as his cock thrust into me.
His voice was soft and deep and he was so very polite. He showed me into his massage room -- a large sunlit room filled with plants, in the center of which was a thick cotton mattress. He then suggested I go into a small room next door and remove all my clothes.
"All?" I asked, a little surprised. He explained that I had been booked for the full massage and he normally preferred such clients to remove all their confining clothing, which would include underwear ---it interfered with the circulation.
As you can imagine, I had little inhibitions. I went into the little anteroom and stripped, putting on a matching toweling robe that I found waiting for me on a hook. I couldn’t resist checking my face in the mirror, and added a little lipstick and a touch of color to my face. After a moments thought, I brushed a touch of perfume on my bush -- I wasn't quite sure where this session was going, but I thought it would be nice to be prepared!!
When I came back into the massage room, Darius was waiting for me. He had put on some soft classical music and lit a couple of long incense sticks. The heady scent of flowers filled the room.
He smiled at me and gestured to the mat, asking me to lie face down. I hesitated for a moment and then turned and slipped my robe off as I lay down.
Darius knelt next to me and arranged my arms above my head, pillowing my head on one arm. "Don't worry," he murmured. "The session is completely controlled by you -- nothing is going to happen here that will be uncomfortable."
And with that, he moved his hands to my back. At some point, he had filled his palms with warm coconut oil and the nutty scent filled my nostrils as he carefully massaged it into the skin of my naked back. The touch of his strong, large hands was delightful -- an involuntary moan escaped me, as he seemed to find every single muscle in my back and caress it delightfully.
He worked his way down my body, moving to my waist, then to my buttocks -- I bit my lips as he worked those over -- I was so wet by now that I wanted to scream! Than down my legs and right up to my very toes.
He then came up to my head and gave me a lovely head massage, smoothing and stroking the oil right into my scalp. And then he asked me to turn over, but with my eyes closed, so that he could do my face.
Obediently, I rolled over and immediately his hands were all over my face -- rubbing the oil into my skin (there goes all the makeup, I thought!). As he moved down to my chest, I wondered if he would say anything about my nipples, which were as hard as pebbles.
I opened my eyes and looked at him -- and immediately felt my pussy grow even wetter. He had stripped off the robe and was wearing a pair of abbreviated briefs made of Lycra or some similar material. They looked like they had been sprayed onto his muscular body.
His muscles were working as he kneaded my body and his entire torso was covered in a glistening film of sweat and oil. As he poured some more oil onto my stomach and began to move his hand over my skin, he moved slightly and I caught sight of his groin.
Suddenly, I knew I had to have him -- right now. And if that large lump at his groin was any indication, he was very interested in having me.
Even as he began to smooth oil over my bush, I moved a hand to his crotch. Scratching a couple of nails over that bulge (it twitched wonderfully in response!) I murmured "Why don't you let the poor darling out… It certainly looks like it could do with some attention!"
Darius stopped and looked up at me, smiling thoughtfully. For a moment he seemed to consider and his eyes never left mine. Obviously, he liked what he saw, because he suddenly and effortlessly rose and slipped off his briefs.
He had quite a tool. Marble white and corded with veins, it stood straight out from his body, a good 10", if I was any judge. Not very thick, but a lovely large knob at the head and beautifully hard. With every twitch of his pulse, his tool jumped a little. As he stood there, running one oily hand over his cock and smiling down at me, I could feel my mouth fill with saliva -- I wanted him very badly by now.
"Come here," I husked. "Show me what you can massage with that."
Soon Darius was kissing and licking my large nipples. His tongue would trace a circle around the areola while his lips enclosed the whole thing and sucked. I could feel a moist heat beginning to build between my legs and I knew I was in for some real hot fucking.