Reading chapters 1-9 will help bring you up to speed. 38 yr old Garrad's exotic 19 yr old stepdaughter, Lucia, catches him watching porn and notices that the porn star he's wanking to looks a lot like her. A couple of hot mutual masturbation sessions follow and Lucia starts to wonder how many of his other favourite porn stars look like some of her forty strong yoga class, and the sex sessions grow.
In their last session is a sultry Bollywood actress, Naavya, friends with one of the Indian girls in Lucia's yoga class. But Lucia notices a particular attraction between her stepdad and the gorgeous, exotic Naavya, and suggests he take her on a special date...
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She was without doubt the best looking woman in the restaurant. Hell, Naavya would have probably been the best looking woman in any restaurant, any room. I was so glad I'd taken Lucia's advice to ask here out on this date, and glad she'd accepted.
We'd gone to a seafood restaurant just west of Bournemouth. With the beach in front and miles of dark water at night, to one side was a deep wooded ravine, a chine, and a stream at its bottom trickled through to the sea. It was a magical setting.
Naavya ordered lobster and I went for a surf and turf of half lobster and half rack of lamb. We went for a dry Provencal white to wash it down. As we cheered and I took the first sip, I smiled warmly across at her.
'You realize that practically every man in here wishes they were in my place now.'
She raised a saucy brow. 'What? Imagining that they're going to be fucking me later?'
I matched her brow with my own saucy smile. 'Why? Is that what we're going to be doing?'
'Unless you just want to slip into your slippers and we both drink cocoa while watching newsnight.'
I chuckled. 'I think you're right. We're better off fucking rather than watching a load of pundits grill politicians on how much they've fucked the country up.' I raised my glass her way. 'Besides, that dress you're hardly wearing has got me too revved up to think of anything else than licking every inch of your body and then fucking you senseless. And I think it's got every man in this restaurant harder than Chinese arithmetic.'
Naavya looked down demurely and ran one hand down her dress. 'What... this little number.' In blue satin, it had a split down one side all the way to a foot from her armpit, then anothe split down the front to her navel, the swell of her breasts threatening to fall out each side. It was clear to everyone in the restaurant that she wasn't wearing a bra or knickers. 'I've worn it at most a dozen times before. The first was the premiere of one of my films. There are velcro strips by each boob and one by my thigh too. The Bollywood paparazzi are just as aggressive as in Europe. A nipple slip or pussy flash and there'd be wank bank material for millions flooding the net the next day.'
I smiled and looked around. 'So the men here hoping for an inadvertent flash are going to be disappointed?'
She shrugged. 'Unless of course I purposely pulled it away from the velcro on my thigh and spread my legs, because I wanted to show them what I had buried in my cunt right now.' I heard the rip of velcro then and saw her nod and look down. 'But of course, they'd have to drop their napkins and look as they retrieved it.'
I got the message and nodded back as I dropped my napkin and then took a good look across under the table as I went to grab it. Naavya's milky brown thighs were spread wide, her bare pussy red and glistening wet with a pink plastic tail trailing out from a pink bulb buried in her pussy. The sight had my cock harden from a two-thirds lob to fully erect.
She smiled across as I straightened up. 'It's a small electronic vibrator, reacts to the signals sent.' She patted her clutch-purse. 'I've got it just on low for now, to get me warmed up for your cock later.'
Over our meals, I asked about her upbringing in India. She told me that she had a brother and two sisters and the family was dirt poor when they were young. 'Myself and my brother used to run barefoot to the Sassoon harbour where the boats came in to buy the fish direct from the fishermen. Our mother said it was because it was fresher than from the markets - but the main reason was that it was half the price that way. We only started to do better when my father got a job as a clerk in a large import-export company.'
She shared that she was closer with her brother, who was just eighteen months older than her, than with her sisters. 'We had a special bond... and still have in a way.'
I noticed her eyes gleaming when she mentioned her brother. I began to wonder about that 'special bond'. After all, she was already regularly fucking her cousin, Padmi's boyfriend, when he was in India.
She talked a bit more about her family, particularly her brother, admitting she didn't see him so much now since his work took him to Agra, and he was now married with a young baby son already. Then we talked about favourite places she liked to visit while in England, how hot the last party was and when was the next?
'Probably not for eight or ten days,' I said. 'With the numbers now, it takes Lucia longer to organize them.'
'I'll look forward to it,' Naavya said. 'I'd particularly like to get my favourite of a DP from you and Sandeep.'
I shrugged. 'That could probably be arranged outside of the party.'
She nodded thoughtfully. 'We'd get Padmi involved too, so you and Sandeep could also DP her at the same time. Perhaps come down here to Padmi's place or you both come up to London.'
'Sounds like a plan.' I smiled across at her, the thought of DP'ing her keeping my cock rock hard. 'Did you get much chance for your favourite of DPs back in India with Sandeep.'
'Not so much. I only like it with special people, and it wasn't so easy once...' She trailed off then, suddenly realizing she was about to say something she shouldn't.
I thought back to her mentioning the special bond she had with her brother and him moving to Agra. 'Was that special bond with your brother anything like with your cousin. Or was it very different?' I didn't want to tread too heavily, so gave her the let out at the end. She could just say, 'No, very different,' and we'd move on.
But she didn't. She looked across steadily, realizing I'd put two and two together, then looked around to make sure nobody was nearby listening. 'It was just for a year when we were in our late teens, then he went to a college a couple of hundred miles away. So then it was just holidays when he returned... then again for a spell just before he got married.' She shook her head. 'We had to be super careful. Fucking your cousin is accepted in India... hell, it's almost de rigeur in Pakistan. But your own brother isn't accepted. My parents would disown me and it would ruin my career if it came out. So now it's only once a year just after my birthday. I travel with Sandeep up to Agra and once again get my favourite DP with my brother.' She looked dreamy for a second. 'Oh, God, he fucks me so good... and his cocks a bit bigger than Sandeep's, more your size.'
I smiled. 'Is that what first attracted you to me... my cock reminded you of your brother's.'
She chuckled. 'God, no... although you having a big cock helped. Have you ever wondered why half of Lucia's yoga class are so keen to fuck you? Something too Lucia told me about one of her friends asking if you had a brother called Steve. And I could immediately see the resemblance to Steve McQueen. You reminded me of him in the Thomas Crown Affair. Suave, sophisticated, smooth. He was one of my favourite actors, and for us in Bollywood, Hollywood is always the main inspiration. So I was hooked on you from the start... and then when I saw that eight-inch cock of yours.' She blushed as a young waitress approached to take our plates away, wondering if she might have heard.
