Chapter 1

Andrew opened the hotel room door for Rupashi. It was after 8.00 and their dinner had been tense as both were keyed up for the evening ahead. As the door closed behind them he could feel her tension. All the big talk of the last couple of days had given way to the reality of the here and now. Rupashi was looking at the bathroom expectantly.

“Come with me.”

He carefully led Rupashi into the room and after Andrew got comfortable in the armchair he guided her into his lap. Rather than him be stiff as a board, it was Rupashi who was almost frozen.

“Relax, this is supposed to be pleasurable not an ordeal.”

Andrew gently kissed her and they made out for a while just getting comfortable with the situation.

“I want to do this but I am fighting years of programing. Good Indian girls don’t meet men in hotel rooms for sex, especially not white men.”

At that moment Andrew didn’t think anything was going to happen. So he kept quiet and let Rupashi rest her head on his chest. Her voice was low and muffled, she was talking into his chest not looking at him.

“You will stop if I ask you to?”

“You know I will.”

At first nothing happened then her hand lifted his and placed it against her breast. It was soft and full and whatever else Rupashi was feeling her nipple was excited and out to play. Andrew didn’t try and tune into Tokyo and instead let the full breast rest in his hand, his fingers and thumb swirling around, random patterns rather than anything calculated. This appeared to be the ‘boiling the frog slowly’ approach as progress was glacial. But there was progress, Rupashi moaned into his mouth when Andrew concentrated on her nipple. A slight squirm to her hips also let him know her desire was moving throughout her body. Rupashi’s mind and her body waged war internally, but gradually her body won and her actions became more confident and spirited. Rupashi’s hands were running over his chest and abs and it was clear that she was taken with them. He lifted her off his lap, stood up and then placed her back in the armchair. Andrew went and sat on the end of the bed before unbuttoning his shirt. At that point he paused and just waited. When Rupashi smiled and walked over to the bed he thought there might be a chance this would work. She stood between his legs running her hands over his body. Leaning back Andrew flexed some of the muscles and she giggled.

“You are such a show-off.”

He nodded. So the slow and gradual relaxing continued, lots of kissing and caressing. What was the moment that everything changed? A simple thing. Her skirt was getting in the way of her attempts to straddle him so they could continue kissing. So without any hesitation Rupashi removed first her jacket, and then her skirt. Her blouse hung down covering her and she just climbed onto his lap, straddling him and carried on kissing. When she started grinding on him Andrew figured she had resolved her internal debate.

He grasped her arse, squeezing her cheeks and everything started moving quicker. Only a few minutes later and Rupashi pulled him back to his feet and started working on his belt and trousers while motioning for him to undo her blouse. An uncoordinated and inelegant scramble resulted in them both being naked standing in front of each other. Rupashi was trying to look and be brave but just looked adorably vulnerable. When he laid her back onto the bed and knelt between her legs she was ready.

Over the years Andrew had read stories about virgin brides, it is a common motif across cultures, and how virginity was this prize, often purchasing at great cost. Far too often it was described as being taken, rather than being offered. But when he looked at his own life it was so much more nuanced and complicated than that. When he thought about all the firsts that he achieved very few of them have anything to do with virginity. Other than Mary Jones and Rupashi Rai he had never been with a virgin, and only Mary had an intact hymen. But life was full of virgin experiences, the first time his partner had come from another person, too many to list them all. Hardly any of his partners had received oral sex. And that is why he thought about it at that moment. In the age of condom sex, eating someone out was almost the more intimate act. To make a woman come as a result of your fingers and tongue was a powerful aphrodisiac, at least it was to Andrew. He knelt there knowing that with skill and patience he was going to make Rupashi come. However tense she felt he knew he could bring her pleasure and that her body would do his bidding.

How much of this was an imagined memory? Probably all of it. At the time he was focused on something else, but he did think that this was a behaviour he had learned and acted upon unconsciously. He was an enthusiastic and greedy pussy eater.

What faced him was the most wild, unkempt tangle of pubic hair he had ever encountered. It was thick, jet black naturally, but also was everywhere. It wasn’t repulsive but Rupashi could never go to the beach or the pool like that. He put that thought aside and slid his hands under her cheeks. Teasing was for another day, this was all about pleasure, about shattering mental barriers. As Andrew ran his tongue from taint to clit Rupashi’s hips moved with him and a long drawn out ‘yessss’ escaped from her. 22 years she had waited for that moment, five years of watching classmates and friends hook up, 18 months of listening to Helena or Navya telling her what it was like, what Andrew was like. It all came to fruition that January evening.

Rupashi did not have big orgasms but she had lots of little ones, almost a permanent state of excitement. Andrew did nothing special, nothing fancy, just played with her. Nothing was a particular trigger but everything aided the whole. There was no thigh slamming moments but there was constant writhing and moaning. As he always loved doing this to a woman it was a most powerful aphrodisiac. There was no need for Rupashi to shove him away, a natural break point happened and Andrew climbed onto the bed and held her in his arms. Unlike Helena who could bounce back to reality freakishly quickly, it took Rupashi a few minutes to get the world back into focus.

“Show me how to use a condom.”

Okay then, so no second thoughts. Andrew grabbed a condom from the bedside table.

“Scoot down me so that you are sitting on my thighs.”

Once she was in position he ripped open the packet and then showed her the right way and wrong way before pushing it down over the head of my dick. Once it was on and not in danger of slipping off he took Rupashi’s hand in his and got her to roll it all the way down.

“We have done everything to get you ready and you are turned on and lubricated. But it will still be tight, your body is being stretched for the first time so go slow. You control the pace but you also have gravity helping you. Take your time.”

With that Andrew held his dick pointing straight up and waited. Unlike Mary who pushed down hard and got it over with Rupashi was achingly slow but eventually she bottomed out and the look of achievement was adorable in a sexy sort of way. Gently holding her hips they start fucking, slowly at first before picking up speed. The feeling was sensational, tight and grasping, he could visualise and feel her flesh parting and then closing back up as he fucked her. Given he had not taken the edge of earlier he was teetering on the edge of coming very quickly. His vanity was grateful when Rupashi stiffened on top of him and he could let loose, thrusting his hips up repeatedly as he filled the bulb. After tying off the condom Rupashi snuggled against him and Andrew waited for her to process what had happened.

“Thank you. That was everything I expected and yet nothing like I imagined it to be. And before you ask, I am fine, there are no regrets.”

She looked up at him and smiled.

“I know I was scared when we first got here but I really am fine. Pre-match nerves.”

He smiled at the analogy. She looked at him with a cheeky grin.

“How long to do you need to recover?”

As it turned out Andrew didn’t need very long at all once her small brown hand started playing with him. As Rupashi lay against him, her hand gently wanking him back to hardness, Andrew looked at the contrast in their skin. He was, would always be, very white, unable to risk tanning. This was the first Indian woman he had seen naked, and it turned him on. Why was Andrew drawn to Indian women? He had no idea. Tanvi was the first Indian woman he ever spoke to, maybe it was because of her. Stunning but so petite and vulnerable. She brought out the protective feelings in him. Whatever the reason the impact of the moment struck him and his dick hardened quickly. Rupashi looked surprised but pleased.

The great thing was the Savoy had high bedframes. Rupashi was all of 5’3” which meant aligning and matching heights was a challenge. With the high bedframe most of the problem was solved. Andrew wanted to look at his Indian lover, so he stood up, pulled Rupashi down to the end of the bed and looked at her. She looked embarrassed under his scrutiny.