Ian unwrapped the sari from her body.
"Here let me show you how to fold it properly," she said kindly. She was left standing in her blouse, tight about her bodice, and a pair of pink panties.
"Yeah, the student turned teacher," he teased her gently, bringing a chuckle to her throat.
He reached around her body and unzipped the blouse allowing it to be peeled off her arms one by one. His dark arms contrasted pleasantly with her bronzed skin. He folded it neatly and laid it, with the sari, on the back of the chair. He could not get enough of seeing her breasts, still in their bra, and her groin in matching panty. He ached to take them off and fully drink in her beauty.
He kissed the cleavage between her breasts which showed promise of being quite large. He slid his lips over the bra cups, dragging his teeth over the breast. She sighed with mounting desire. Suddenly he pulled the bra cups over the breasts so that they seemed to be peeping at him from below. He sucked one then the other. She sighed softly in expectation of things to come. She looked down at his head, sparsely touched by tough African hair. Who would have thought, just a few months ago, that she would be in the arms of a lover, much less one so dark, and so far away from home?
Her hand slid down his body, as if it did not quite know what it wanted or where it was going. It brushed over his tummy and lingered at the navel for a moment. This excitement of what she was about to do, coupled with what he was doing to her boobs caused her breath to quicken and become shallow. The hand continued in its Vasco da Gama games until the tips of her fingers encountered tufts of pubic hair. It pulled back a little as if afraid of what lay beyond. They lowered their bodies from the standing position onto the bed. He, on the other hand, moved a one smooth motion to her pubis, spent a few moments grooming her light hair before cupping her vagina in the palm.
She let out a scream, even as her hand continued to explore his hair inch by inch approaching the root of his cock. She knew what to expect but she still jumped slightly when she felt its hardness. Her fingers went around the base, grasping its circumference. Slowly she climbed up the pole, marveling at its length. 'Will I be able to a get all this into my pussy,' she wondered. She stroked it up and down a few times while she felt his fingers find her slit, sliding down it towards her ass. This caused her fingers to tighten around his stem, and he to push himself up to fuck the short tube formed by her fingers. She found that so exciting that when he slipped a finger into her hole, she flew apart, thrashed her legs all over the bed, snatching the nipple from his mouth. Somehow even this added excitement and heightened her orgasm.
He wondered what had caused this speedy release. He hoped she would not wither away and become unavailable for further fun. Instead he heard, "I want you inside!"
"Right away Madam!" With that he hauled himself up to lay his body atop hers, but using his elbows to hold himself off her chest. He piloted his cock seeking the landing strip of her slit. He touched down and taxied along it, opening it wider. He could now feel her lust gathered in liquid form, wet and slippery.
His cock plunged to her very depths causing her to arch her back with intense pleasure. He pulled almost completely out of her cunt and shoved back in up to the hilt. She squealed, threw her arms onto the bed, palms upwards in a gesture of surrender to this lover. Not only had he taught her computing skills, now he was taking her into another kingdom that only a masterful lover could.
Lowering his head, he latched back onto her breast, sucking it like a child. But the half She was reminded of when her children had suckled at her breast and the sense of fulfilment for nurturing another human being with her body. The same feeling flooded her being now, that she was giving him pleasure that could only come from a loving woman.
"Aaah, your cunt is gripping me so tightly!" he moaned into her flesh.
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She had arrived in this country 'by degrees' from her native India.
Since a young age she had wanted to do something for the poor people of the world, but in those days she had no idea how that could be achieved. She then graduated from Madras University with a master's degree in Community Health. For five years she had worked in different parts of India among the poorest of the poor. They seemed to suffer from diseases unlike those of people she had grown up amongst. But lately she had observed that high blood pressure, arthritis and diabetes had begun to percolate right into the most crowded slums as well.
Prabha still felt a hunger to serve the world's poor in far-away places. She read about conditions in Africa, which seemed to be that which would satisfy her hunger. So when she saw the advert for a job with an organisation called Tender Hands in war-torn in Somalia, it presented her with the opportunity to give herself to those whose lives were desolate, compounding war with poverty. She lost no time in tapping the reply button to apply.
Less than a month later an email landed in her inbox. She read it again and again. She could hardly believe what it said. After several readings, she understood that her dream of working among those who needed her the most was coming to reality. She had been accepted from among all the other applicants. Further, she had two weeks to organize her travel to Nairobi, Kenya, from where she would operate. If conditions in Somalia became unsafe, as often happened, their unit would retreat to Nairobi until things had simmered down.
In fact the deadline found her already in Nairobi, so eager was she. At the Tender Hands office she was informed she would be put up at a hotel for the first month while she found her feet. The Meridian Court was a comfortable hotel without being too expensive. Tender Hands would recover only half of the costs from her salary, while it took up the rest; she was grateful for this gesture.
