20 year old Pakistani Beauty

About 5 years ago, I was spending a lot of time in London. I tended to while away the evenings either in or go to the occasional concert or football match. I was also a huge addict of a number of social networking sites and I quickly learned which ones were good for no strings attached meetings!
In my experience there are a number of types of person who use these sites. Some are just lonely hearts looking for online ‘company’ to pass the time, some are curious, they like the thought of ‘fun’ but for a number of reasons they are not able to enter into an alternative life, so the live it vicariously through the web. Others desperately want to meet people for fun, but the very nature of the web makes it risky for them so they are naturally very cautious. Others are risk takers, prepared to just throw themselves into whatever’s going and finally, there’s the careful but discrete type. Those who will readily meet for fun, but only once they have got to know and trust their correspondents online. I suppose at times I have been any one of these, but what I do understand is that we are all different and have different wants and needs.
There is one other type, the predator. Not necessarily an exclusively male domain! Beware the ‘friend’ who meets or agrees to meet for coffee/lunch/dinner/drink, hints at ‘fun’ and then you receive the begging email, hard times, need money, need it quick. You know the type, and there are many of them!
So, why am I telling you this you ask? Well, I think it may help you to understand some elements of the tale I am about to tell.
Through one of the sites I was using I had befriended a young Pakistani girl. She was 20, at University in London and we began chatting from time to time. We shared one or two interests and the chats became more regular. Once or twice she hinted at being impoverished (aren’t all students?) and struggling with money. My initial reaction was ‘Oh here we go again!’ I replied politely that I sympathised but wasn’t really in a position to help and expected not to hear any more from her, thinking she would move on to some other mug. However, a while later I received quite a lengthy email back from her saying that she was really sorry, she realised that I must have thought she was trying it on and that nothing could be further from the truth. I hadn’t accused her of anything at all but I think she realised the implications of her email and was at pains to set the record straight. From that day we built some trust between us and our friendship flourished.
We chatted online and talked about her studies and life in London, I told her of some good places to go with her friends. Then, one day she said that she would like to meet me. We arranged to meet up for a drink one evening when I was in London.
The day, or rather the evening, arrived and I duly arrived at our meeting place. I had suggested a place in Covent Garden as it was lively and I thought it would appeal to her. I arrived early and waited, expecting her to turn up with some friends, or not at all. Time passed by and I was just beginning to think that she would appear when she came through the door. We recognised each other straight away from photos we had swapped online and she smiled and walked over to me and I bought her a drink. I was a little concerned that because of our age difference we may find that, although we had talked about mutual interests online, we may find that we really didn’t have very much in common. However, my fears were unfounded and I found her to be intelligent, stimulating and enjoyable company. I must confess that she had looked quite pretty in her photos but in the flesh she was absolutely stunning! She had a beautiful face; she was dark skinned, with wonderful dark brown eyes, long black hair, small in stature, with a slim, pert figure and a beautiful smile. I was captivated! The evening passed by and hours seemed like minutes. Soon it was time to go. We stood in the street chatting, I desperately wanted to take her back to the hotel, but felt that I shouldn’t ask, so didn’t. It was late, the tube had stopped running, so I hailed a taxi, dropped her off and returned to my hotel feeling somewhat exhilarated. We swapped text messages politely thanking each other for a nice evening.
A few days later we chatted online. I told her how much I had enjoyed her company and the evening. I asked her if she had felt self conscious being with a much older man and she became quite flirty saying that she hadn’t felt awkward at all and that she actually found me quite attractive. I had to explore this angle, so I did and we got caught up in an afternoon of very flirty online chat which became more and more exciting and risqué as the afternoon wore on. We began to talk about likes, dislikes and soon the conversation turned to fantasies and preferences of a sexual nature. She said she felt trapped by her culture and wanted to experiment, but until she had gone to University away from home she had not really been able to. I of course told her how attractive I found her and described how I felt when we parted that evening. I told her that I would have very much liked to have carried on the evening back at my hotel. ‘So why didn’t you ask?’ she said. I explained the age thing and she told me that she was glad that I had respected her and been a gentleman but that if I had asked she would readily have spent the night with me at the hotel. I could have kicked myself! I really hadn’t seen that one coming!
Over the next few weeks we chatted more and arranged to meet next time I visited London. It was like I had unlocked something in her and she became quite frank about what she wanted us to do. We discussed every detail of what would happen when we met and the conversations were very exciting and arousing indeed! One thing she was at great pains to point out was that it had to be very discrete and that it would not and could not lead to a ‘relationship’. I have to confess that after many of our chats I brought up a picture of her on my computer screen and masturbated, imagining how it would feel to be inside her.
I could hardly contain myself as I drove to London a few weeks later. We had discussed the scenario many times by now and I was almost shaking with anticipation. I had quite a lot to do that day and the day really dragged. All I could think about was meeting her later. After the day’s toils I went to the hotel, showered and shaved and went out to meet her. We had a drink, something to eat and chatted about mundane things. I could tell that she was as nervous as I was, so I plucked up some courage to move things along. ‘Shall we go back to the hotel bar and have a drink?’ I asked, ‘Yes, come on, let’s do that’ she said, then paused, looking reflective and said ‘Are you nervous?’, ‘Yes’ I said. ‘Me too’ she said. ‘We don’t have to, you know, do anything, not if you feel unsure’ I said. ‘Just look at us!’ she said, ‘What are we doing?’, my heart sunk, thinking ‘That’s it then’, but then she said, ‘No, I don’t want a drink in the hotel bar’, my heart sunk further. ‘Can we just go to your room? All I have wanted since we met tonight is to get back to your hotel and do everything we talked about.’ You would not believe the excitement I felt in that moment. I could have cum in my pants there and then! Isn’t it funny how sometimes we can dither trying to guess what the other was thinking and miss the moment rather than just coming out with it. Well, she had put me to shame, I relaxed a little knowing everything was OK.
We took a taxi to the hotel, into the lift and began kissing as soon as the doors shut. Going to plan! The lift arrived at my floor and we walked hand in hand to the room, I opened the door and we went in, locking the door behind us, both of us quivering with nerves and excitement.
I kissed her passionately, running my hands through her long black hair and she responded. Jackets thrown on a chair, excited fumbling as I ran my hands over her, excited at the feel of her small breasts under her blouse. It was so exciting feeling her nipples harden under my hands as I caressed her and I told her so, she smiled. Slowly we unbuttoned each others tops, removed then and threw them on the chair. I held her against me feeling her bra against my bare chest, kissing her, and little kisses on her neck. With one hand I undid her bra and she shrugged it off, her soft little tits and erect, puffy nipples tickling my chest hair as I held her against me. I ran my hands over her small, firm, pert buttocks and undid the button and zip at the back of her skirt and it slid down her smooth thighs to the floor. She kicked off her shoes. She was wearing a tong, how delightful! I held her against me and ran my hands over her buttocks as we kissed passionately, my hardness straining inside my trousers. She undid my belt, the button at the waistband and the zip and sank to her knees removing first my trousers, then my shoes and socks. She kissed my hard cock through my pants and I thought I had died and gone to heaven!
I looked down at her, if she followed the script we had devised online I knew exactly what was coming next and she didn’t disappoint me! She tucked her thumbs inside the waistband of my boxers and very slowly slid them down. I stepped out of them, stood there naked in anticipation. My cock was hard and leaking pre-cum, a little droplet forming on the head. She kissed the end of my cock and then began kissing and licking it all over, cupping my balls and gently squeezing them as she slowly teased me with lips and tongue. Then, still kneeling, she took its head in her mouth and sucked gently before slowly taking more of its length inside her warm wet mouth. I felt her tongue pressing against the underneath and her teeth gently move along its length, her soft, wet lips squeezing me as she slowly, gently sucked me. I stroked her hair and looked down taking great delight in watching my pink cock disappearing inside her beautiful brown face, staring at it and admiring her breasts as she slowly licked and sucked me. A wonderful experience!
I started to feel the unmistakeable feeling, my arse tightened, my balls and insides ached, my body stiffened. ‘Oh my God!’ I said (why do we always exclaim that when we’re cumming?), ‘I’m gonna cum!’, what she did next I will always remember. I felt her teeth lock in behind the ridge of my bell end and she sucked, quite hard on the end of my cock, her hand slowly rubbing its length, milking me. I exploded. I was totally out of control as the first wave of orgasm swept over me, rendering me helpless. The first jet of cum spurted straight into her mouth and she quickly pulled my cock out of her mouth and continued milking me with her hand as I emptied the rest of a large load over her chest. I was trembing and shaking and she milked my cock until it was soft and empty. She stood up and kissed me. I could taste myself on her lips and the creamy cum against her brown skin looked really exciting. I regained composure and led her to the bed. I lay her down and removed her thong revealing her beautiful brown pussy. Lovely! Quite large lips, big swollen clit and as she parted her thighs I caught a glimpse of the pinkness inside. I began to kiss this heavenly delight, enjoying the taste of her wetness, my tongue probing, licking and sucking her kips and clit, my tongue probing her pink hole. Needless to say it tasted delicious and I remained there for a long while enjoying the flavour, aroma and texture of pussy and enjoying making her moan contentedly. Every now and then I would reach up and squeeze her breasts or watch as she played with them as I enjoyed eating her. Occasionally slipping a finger or two inside her to feel the warm softness of her vagina, my tongue licking along the sides of her clit, sucking it and enjoying her wonderful crinkly lips! Every now and then she would wrap her legs around me, clamping me in place as I devoured her hungrily.
I could sense her approaching orgasm and so I placed both hands on her beautiful tiny tits, gently squeezing and pulling her nipples as I began to suck and lick a little harder, flicking my tongue on her clit, sucking it felling her pussy lips wet and squishy against my face. She stiffened, her tummy went into spasm and she let out a scream. At this precise moment I sucked her clit with my lips rhythmically and squeezed her nipples just a little more firmly. She began to writhe, jerk and moan. I continued. She tried to push my head away and I continued licking and sucking for a little longer to maximise the intensity of her pleasure before allowing her to push my head away from her soaking wet cunny. I stayed there for a moment gently kissing her pussy and holding her breasts before kissing the length of her body, face, neck and lips. Then I rolled off her and we lay side by side, not saying a word for a few moments.
‘That was amazing!’ she exclaimed, ‘Thank you’ I said, ‘You’re pretty good yourself!’ and we giggled, kissed and cuddled on the bed, stroking each other. After a while I slid my hand down and began to stroke her pussy, kissing her as I did so, occasionally sucking her puffy little nipples, enjoying their hardness and texture in my mouth. She began to massage my cock and squeeze it and it went hard in her hand. She parted her thighs and I got on top of her and she rubbed the oozing tip of my cock along her slit moistening it further with her juice. I love the special tingly feeling I get from that and asked her to do it again. Then I slid inside her. Entering her was exquisite! Wet, warm, tight but soft and for a moment I stopped, fully inside her and looked into her lovely brown eyes wondering just why did I deserve such good fortune?
I was so glad I had already cum once as I really wanted this to last! Slowly I moved inside her, both of us moaning with pleasure, kissing deeply, sucking her nipples, feeling her nails gently tickling my back as she squeezed me with her internal muscles. The pleasure I was feeling is hard to put into words. A number of times I stopped and asked her to squeeze my cock as it felt so good, she had wonderful control over those muscles! I fucked her slowly and gently, making each stroke as deep as I could. She raised her hips and occasionally I would position myself so I could watch my cock sliding into her. It excited me, so I suggested doggy style telling her I wanted to have a good look at my cock as it thrust into her. ‘Mmm, you perv!’ she said and I turned her over and repeated that wonderful moment of penetration. Watching her pert little bum moving as I thrust into her tight little pussy and seeing my cock moving back and forth inside her was wonderful. I teased her clit with a finger occasionally squeezing her tits. I loved the way her hard nipples tickled the palms of my hands as I caressed her breasts.
She began pushing back into me, hard and faster and I responded, grabbing her hips and pushing deep into her as we moved towards the inevitable climax. The orgasm when it came was quick and intense and I shuddered as she moaned and I came inside her, my cock twitching as it spurted the last spurts of cum. I stayed inside her as the last drops oozed from me and as my cock softened I slid out of her and we collapsed on the bed sweaty and exhausted. Then we dozed in each other’s arms for a while, half asleep, listening to her breathing, opening my eyes and watching her chest rise and fall. I loved her pert little tits, they were wonderful!
Recovered, we chatted for a while, had a drink and sat in bed watching TV and talking. I started to nuzzle her and stroke her pussy. My cock was going hard again. A fair while had elapsed and not surprisingly, the little me wanted to bury himself in that tight pussy again! ‘You want it again!’ she said. ‘Well, part of me does!’ I laughed. I turned on my back and she sat astride me. I could feel her pussy wet on my tummy. ‘What’s in it for me?’ she said. I said nothing, but grabbed her buttocks, slid down, sat her on my face and started to lick and suck. It took a little while, but she orgasmed again, rubbing her pussy in my face as she squealed. Then she slid down and started to ride my cock rubbing her clit back and forth on me as she did so. This time it lasted for ages and for a while I thought that I had exhausted my cum. My cock felt a little numb, my balls achy and empty, but I didn’t want to waste the opportunity and we fucked till my cock was sore. I did manage to cum, but only a few drops, but anyway, it was the sensation of cumming inside her that mattered.
Afterwards she stayed the night and we had a quickie in the morning before heading off to our respective commitments. All in all a night I shall never forget. Before you ask, we did repeat the experience a few times, but she finished her degree, moved somewhere else to do a masters degree and inevitably lost touch. Maybe you have fucked her? If you have, give her one for me!