My daughter Wendy met Mahla at a training college where she had been a student for some weeks previously. Mahla was an exchange teacher from Fiji over to complete some further education programs in Melbourne. They got on so well that when Wendy suggested she stay at our place instead of the school appointed hostel, she didn't hesitate.
While technically a Fijian Indian, her father was a Swedish national who, as it turned out, left her mother with more than romantic thoughts before re-boarding his freight ship some twenty three years earlier. The combination of her parents' physical attributes had rendered in her an olive skinned, finely featured beauty which acted like a constant doorbell to my affections every time she showed up at the house.
It was when she showed up at our pool one afternoon with Wendy, in a bikini, that the doorbell turned to an alarm bell.....a very stuck, very loud alarm bell.
I was glad Wendy was with her to help reference and correct any imbalance in my judgment of Mahla that the nights of masturbation fantasy had helped to distort. But now finally seeing was indeed believing.
Ok it wasn't a bikini she wore, but one of Wendy's one piece swimsuits which only added to the her natural glamour , while putting a storm of lust in my heart. The silver spandex material contrasted sharply with her olive skin and only added to the unreality of her incredible form.
As they walked over Mahla's breasts moved heavily in a slow modulating rhythm against the restrictive tension of their very undersized new home. (How in god's name did I miss those??) She looked embarrassed and kept her gaze to the ground while trying to adjust her costume back down over her hips and bottom. I heard Wendy whisper some encouragement.
"It's Okay, it's just Dad....you look fine."
She wasn't as tall as my Wendy and was built far more slightly. Her legs appeared longer though, made to look even longer by the swimsuit drawn high over her hips. She had that classic Indian fragility about her arms and shoulders.
I managed to keep it together enough to wave back to them and even appear mildly relaxed. Mahla's blushing explanation changed that:
"Sorry about this, Mr Edwards. Its Wendy's swimsuit ....it's ahh... a little small for me in places."
She had turned side on to me to twist around and check her butt was covered. It was then I glimpsed the small dark strip of her pubic hair where the costume had been pulled away with the pressure of the awesome natural load above. I mouthed an 'O MY GOD' to Wendy, who returned an equally wide eyed, 'I know' while Mahla remained occupied.
They both took deck chairs on the far side of the pool, where they found themselves once more relaxed, laughing about some of the guys at their college as if they were alone together. I pretended to actually read and sun bathe and generally fade into the furniture, which of course gave me plenty of time to study Wendy's new friend from behind my Ray Bans while working out the best position to hide my fattening penis.
Her black hair was straight and longish and played around her neck and shoulders as she talked. A hand shaped it around her ear and twisted at a fringe that edged down to her line sharp brows. Her eyes were bright blue and lit with a fresh excitement, and they darted and searched out their next stimulus dressed by the constant frame of her brilliant lashes. (Look at me......I want you to. I want you ....to look, at me).
She maintained a slightly elfish expression that had in it an enthusiastic curiosity which I found utterly engaging. Laughter was her sustenance and she rewarded her supplier with a comeliness of body movement and gesture that drew out the next bend in the conversation as if she were massaging it from them with subliminal lubricant.
The chat finally lulled and Wendy took up her tanning position. Closing her eyes, Mahla followed suit allowing her unusually heavy breasts to flatten and relax to each side as she lay back, over shadowing the slender fragility of her arms and shoulders. She left one of her long, elegantly toned legs bent while lowering the other. Sunlight played a shadow about her pretty mound, and I could just make out a sweet camel toe tightly wrapped in its silver nylon cocoon.
While now in my late forties, I have worked hard to maintain a reasonably slender physique with cycling and gym workouts. I am naturally tall and days around the pool had raised a reasonable tan, so to see Mahla's eyes wandering didn't come as a surprise when I walked over to see if the girls needed a drink. What did, much to my delight, was her reaction to the naturally thick bulge my Speedos presented her. An almost imperceptible pale change in her expression passed over her face as her eyes locked on for no more than a brief second, before making a blushing surrender to the safety of her friend's response. Chardonnay it was.
Later that evening after dinner, and a few more glasses than was normal, Wendy had promised Mahla a spa bath before bed, so she went to fill the tub leaving us alone in the kitchen to clean up. Mahla had on a light silky top opened at the front and a chest wrap type 'boob tube' beneath, that not only helped compress her bust but showed off her flat, pinched waist. Her sexy hips disappeared into a pair of tight jeans cut low across her crotch, revealing the top half of a 'V' shape tan line. The effect was dazzling and she knew it.
We chatted about her background, as she filled the sink. Amid the sound of rushing water I ran my hand almost absentmindedly down her back.
"That's a nice top you have on, by the way. Very silky." I felt her stiffen with mild surprise and then relax.
"Thanks, I'm glad you like it," she smiled back. "Mom gave it to me before I came over."
There was a slight tension in her voice, which made my pulse quicken as I kept my hand at the small of her back. Again I drew a line slowly up her back and down again as if comforting her, while we waited together in silence watching the sink fill. As I ran down her spine a third time I lowered my palm down over her bottom. She stiffened slightly as I shaped the curve of her small round cheeks in a slow circular motion.
"Ah....should we be doing this??"
"Don't you like it?"
"But Wendy will be....."
My pulse was like a freight train now, I wanted her so badly. I heard my voice trembling and lowered with lust for her:
"Mahla, I need to feel your breasts, baby."
I moved gently in behind her and with both hands I wandered up her flat, silky torso.
"Er is that a good idea, Mr Edwards...David, what if Wendy comes back and sees us..??"
"It's okay, she won't," I managed to murmur.
She gave a small gasp and her breath quickened with mine. She shivered at the foreign touch of her exposed torso. I played at the corners of her waist and the small belly button piercing.....teasing her. Whether through curiosity, excitement or sense of obligation, her resistance began to fold.
The round perfection of her warm heavy pillows still in the tube, felt as impossible as they looked. Mahla moved her arms to make way for my trembling need of her and watched while I pulled at the material to let gravity do its work. I felt her chest slide as the wrap surrendered its weighty load, in one shuddering release. I pulled the material as far up to her neck as I could, Mahla arched her back slightly to further exaggerate each heavy globe and provide me with a better view.
I was shocked at their weight and firmness, how far they projected and that incredible valley between. I shaped them with the eagerness of a child in discovery of new toys and weighed each in my palms, while Mahla smiled at my excitement.
"They're big, aren't they?" she said finally.
Jesus, they were huge. I felt for her nipples and gently twisted each thick little nub, pulling and teasing them out to stiffer size. They were a reddish tan colour with relatively small aureole. I circled my open hands over each and let the little fleshy points (about the size of my little finger tip) graze my palms.
Mahla's deep, excited breath heaved and lowered their milky soft texture. I suddenly pulled her back against me, compressing her chest into a massive bulging cleavage. I felt her small round bottom shifting and pressuring my erection, as I tongued and kissed her sweet neck. That heady scent of her perfume filled my nose ......and my soul.
"You might be here on teacher training, Mahla, but I've also got some training for you too. Go and have your spa with Wendy and I will be in to see you later."
Her excitement and confusion were obvious as I continued kneading and working her left breast.
"What lesson? What will Wendy think?"
"Wendy and I are already lovers. Go on, she's expecting you."
She was suddenly a little pale and looked at the floor.
"Don't worry, Mahla. Trust me you will enjoy this. Your quite safe here. All I can say is that this will truly be a 'once in a lifetime' experience for you, you'll see. Please stay."
I pulled her wrap back down and kissed her on the forehead. I poured two glasses of champagne and gave them to her.
"You kids have some fun. See you in a while."
With that, I left Mahla to make her decision. I heard her turn off the taps from my study, and sent a small prayer to heaven. The sound of her descending the stairs to Wendy made my heart leap.
As I approached the spa room door, I heard peels of laughter and excited squeals coming from them both. Dressed only in a bathrobe, opened at the front to reveal my black thong, I knocked and entered. Wendy was enjoying a massage from our very naked guest, while the water bubbled and swirled about them. Mahla sank quickly into the water with a shy defensiveness, while Wendy stood up and beamed at me, as water streamed down between her small perky breasts and shapely torso. I noticed how it beaded slightly at her pubic strip.
"C'mon and join us, Dad. Mahla does such a good massage."
