First with A Neighbour
This is the first time an affair relating between me and a Muslim girl.
The beginning: I first set my eyes upon Maryam in the warm late spring of 2009. I had just been enrolled onto a computer skills course at a college in Mumbai.We both were twenty at the time. Maryam was a very Sexy, and I mean very stunning girl. She was quite tall and was slim, with lustrous long black hair, light brown skin, a clear almost glowing complexion, and the most beautiful big eyes I have ever seen in my life. she told me that she was a ‘Kashmiri girl,’ that her family came from the Northern border area between Pakistan and India.
The very first morning I started on the course my wandering eye was drawn to her. We were in a large computer room which was divided into roughly four rows of tables, with computers either side of them, and other elongated tables filled three of the four sides of the walls. Sitting in a rear row from the doorway, I looked up from my keyboard and monitor for a moment and caught a very lovely girl looking right at me. As I caught her gaze, she looked momentarily embarrassed and stared away, although a few seconds later she looked back again and gave me a sight of her brilliant white teeth as a shy smile illuminated her face.I think I must have been gaping open mouthed, as my colleague and friend Raj, who was sat next to me, put it, “What’s the matter with you Shailu? You look like a bloody goldfish staring at a headlight.”
My reverie broken, I tried to focus on my task at hand, but my eyes that whole day where constantly drawn across to this girl.She was dressed in a sari.I wanted her. Badly!
Well, the next day there I sat thinking how I could break the verbal ice. It was not as easy to do this here as is usually the case.Maryam was always with another group of girls, dressed and acting similarly, usually conversing with each other in a language of which I knew not one word; although they all had excellent English when required. However, the next day proved more fortunate. My friend Raj was not at this study stage yet, so the teacher found another student who was for me to work with: Maryam. ‘Hehehe,’ I was laughing and smiling to myself.
Well, we started out on the task. We weren’t sitting near each other, but did exchange a couple of ‘recognition’ smiles, as we undertook our task. In the material we exchanged I slipped in a few pretty bad jokes I found surfing the net. To judge by some chuckles it appeared she liked them. Pretty soon I sent another one suggesting we sit together in a corner as it would be easier to work together this way.I didn’t receive a reply for a number of minutes. Looking across I saw that she was debating with herself, but thankfully I saw her gather her bag and a few discs up and move to a fairly remote corner of the room.I joined her.
We chatted briefly inconsequential stuff, where we lived, what we doing this course for etc. One from her group of friends would come over from time to time, seemingly asking or telling Maryam something in their language. The third day I asked her where she like to hang out with her friends , what parts of town did she go to, the films she liked, that kind of stuff. She said her life revolving around a group of friends who all attended the local Mosque, and her large close family. Maryam asked me if I had a girlfriend. I didn’t, I said I had split from a girl I had been seeing for several months a couple of weeks before.
“Do you have a boyfriend?” I asked her.
“No,” she replied. “Have you ever had one Maryam?”
She looked down avoiding my eyes. “Yes.” But split because he took drugs.
I asked her if she wanted to go out,or have a meal .She declined all offers and I was, truth to tell, pretty pissed off.
“Shailu, it’s not that I don’t want to go out with you, but I can’t openly, and you have no idea how protective my family are. I can sometimes manipulate a free hour or two when I am alone, that is all, and I can’t say from one day to the next when that free time will be. It’s also hard to meet up anywhere locally as it could get back to my family”
I thought to myself how Raj, who was local to this city, had a small flat only about 10-15 minutes walk from the college. He had said I could stay at his flat any time I wanted to, although I hadn’t done yet. “Ok then Maryam, what about meeting at my friend’s place? It’s in a quiet street near here, and you could walk to and from there alone.” She thought a second, then said, “Yes Shailu, I’d like for us to meet in privacy. Today I can’t but give me the address and I will try to get there about two or three o’clock tomorrow afternoon.
I smiled hugely at this response, and looked around. Still no-one was looking so I quickly kissed Maryam once on her cheek. She pulled back, looking nervous and shocked. But then she smiled.Later I cleared it with Raj. He was cool about it, merely laughing and saying, “If there’s any mess on the sheets mate, then you wash them OK.”
Following afternoon I was in the flat when I heard a knock. I greeted Maryam at the door and we went into the living room. I motioned for her to take a seat.Maryam sat on a sofa. It was quite hot in the flat and I offered her a cool drink. She nodded and I got her a cold coke from the fridge. I handed her a glass and poured most of the can into it.
“Aren’t you having one to drink Shailu?” she asked.
“No,” I replied, “that’s the only one; I’ll have a glass of water in a minute.”
She sipped from her glass and then offered it to me, “We will share,” she said. I took the glass, which had a slight smear of her lipstick, and drank some before handing it back. There was something somehow slightly intimate in this simple exchange, a touch of the hand, a shared shy smile; we were getting close to expressing our attraction physically. Maryam placed the glass on a table in front of her and I sat next to her on the sofa. Our shoulders were touching. The fine smell of a perfume she was wearing was most alluring. “Well,” I said, “Now here we are Maryam; alone at last.” I spoke the words with lightness and some humor in my voice. She giggled cutely. I slipped an arm around her shoulders and she lean her head against my upper chest. I kissed the top of her head.
“What will you do if I kiss you on the mouth?” I asked.
“I’ll kiss you back Shailu.”
She tilted her head back and looked my straight in the eye. There was no demure, modest little girl in her gaze; it was the look of a sensual woman. Her full lips were slightly parted. I looked at them and kissed her softly. Once, twice, three times our lips pressed together and released with a soft ‘smacking’ sound.
“You’re beautiful Maryam,” I told her.
Then I kissed her harder and held it. She responded by working her open mouth against mine as I drank in her clean fresh taste. Our tongues moved together in a sort of frantic dance.We sat there a while kissing, hugging, holding hands. I could feel that my cock was hard and pressing against the tightness of my jeans. I took her hand in mine and pressed it on the bulge. She looked at me with a look that was somewhere between dreamy lust and surprise.
‘Mmmmm,’ I recall thinking, ‘Game on.’
I slipped a hand underneath her silk sari, and ran it upwards over her smooth flat stomach until I was cupping a firm rounded breast. While we kissed, she softly squeezed my confined erection, and I eased a hand under a bra cup, found a very hard nipple and rolled and pinched it gently with in my fingers. There was a muffled low moan from her throat.We played this way for a minute, before I broke our kiss and embrace. We were sitting back against the sofa and holding hands. I asked her, “Maryam, did you have sex with Mo?”. she said “We did it three times in his car before we split.”
“Cool,” I said. “Was it fun?” . This time she looked me in the eye. I loved it Shailu, it was the best feeling I’ve ever had in my life. We kissed again, and then I stood up. I reached down and took her hand in mine. Come into the bedroom with me Maryam. She smiled both with her mouth and with her big eyes. I pulled her to her feet.In the bedroom, I stood by the bed and quickly stripped until I was wearing only my boxer shorts. Maryam was stood several feet from me, facing slightly away. She kicked off her shoes and took off her sari ,skirt . Wow, she was just gorgeous. Now she was now clad only in a bra and white cotton panties; her light brown skin was glowing; it was smooth and flawless.
Maryam then turned and looked at me with a shy smile drawn across her beautiful face. Then her eyes dropped down toward my shorts. My big cock was jutting out comically.
“Oh my God, oh my God,” she nervously giggled. The words gushed out of her in a half second.
I pulled the shorts down and kicked them off my feet, giving her the full view.
“Oh God,” she said once again.
I laughed out loud. “Anyone would think you had never seen one before Maryam.”
“I haven’t,” she said. “Well, only on the Internet.”
“What, I thought you and Mo had made out?”
“We did Shailu, but I didn’t see his… ummm… dick. It was dark when we… done it… it was in the back seat of his car in a country-park at night. I didn’t see anything really; we lay down, he pulled my panties off and stuck it in me.All the while she was talking her gaze didn’t leave my cock and balls; she looked transfixed; almost like a rabbit caught in a car’s headlights.Well then Maryam, come closer and get a look a mine,” I offered; generously so I thought (cough, cough).She moved close, and quickly kissed me on the lips before dropping to her knees. My cock felt hard enough to dig up a road with. This scenario had me just sooo horny. My balls felt almost swollen and full.Touch it then baby,” I said, and she did. This beautiful ‘Kashmiri girl’ tenderly ran the long fingers of her soft right hand all over my pulsing 8″ erection. I looked down. My cock-head was leaking clear pre-cum. Maryam looked fascinated. She continued stroking it as though it was a fragile tapestry, or tiny treasured pet. There was a spellbound expression on her face.
Her left hand cupped my now dully aching balls. She squeezed them tenderly. I exerted some inner muscle pressure to pull my balls back stopping myself from coming. I wanted this magnificent feeling to last.Maryam moved forward slightly. Her nose was now about two or three inches from my cock.
“Shall I lick it Shailu?” she asked in a husky voice.
“Oh yeah, sure thing baby.”
Her tongue poked out from her mouth and she slowly lapped my cock-head, around the ‘eye.’ Clear pre-cum set on her lips. She pulled the tongue briefly back into her mouth and put its tip under her top lip and against the roof of her mouth. Maryam had licked me tentatively, like someone taking an unsure first taste of a new flavour of ice-cream.
She looked up at me again and smiled. “Close your mouth baby,” I told her. I took hold of my cock and ran the end all over her lips. “Put your tongue out Maryam.” She did. I slapped the head of my tool firmly down on it several times, making a lewd smacking sound. Now baby, open your mouth and cover your teeth with your lips.I bunched some of her long,shiny black hair in my fists. Her inverted lips were forming a wonderful ‘O’ shape. I pushed forward inserting about 3″ inside that sweet mouth, and held it there. Her left hand was all-the-time cupping my balls. “Baby, will you do something for me please?” I asked, trying to keep some degree of gentleness in my tone.
She made a muffled noise that sounded like,Ummmm, yes Shailu.Maryam suck on the end of my cock hard, like it’s a lollipop, and squeeze my balls a bit harder.This beautiful girl did just that, enthusiastically gobbling me.Soon I felt that familiar tension build up from somewhere deep inside of me. Fuck, I’m gonna shoot! I shouted. I pulled my cock out of her mouth but she wouldn’t have this she grasped its base firmly and slipped it back between her pouting lips.At that, I blasted powerful waves of cum into her mouth. She almost gagged, but then recovered and swallowed enthusiastically. Still holding my cock tightly, she pulled it free from her mouth and then licked up the traces of cum from it and her lips.I walked a pace backwards to the bed and let myself fall down. Maryam quickly rolled on top of me. We kissed. I could taste the mild tang of my cum on her breath.+
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To be continued……..