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We hope you enjoy your visit and can keep satisfying you with the best sex stories. An Erotic Experience in Kerala I had planned my Indian trip for over a year and one of the stories anticipated highlights was to be my stay on a houseboat in the calming sexy back waters of the state of Kerala in Southern India. I had now been in India for 2 weeks. I sexy traveled from Mumbai by train, a long but fascinating journey, accompanied by my young Indian interpreter and guide.
I had driven all round Kerala with my Indian guide and now he took me to meet the houseboat that was to be my home for then karala 8 days.
I have to say I was looking forward stories the tranquility of the backwaters of Karala after a pretty hectic but wonderful past 2 weeks.
I am going to tell you about sexy true incident which happened two years ago and which is still going on. I am a software engineer of 26year with a good physique who is working in cochin kerala. As the rent in the city is very high I thought of staying karala the outskirts of the city in one of my karala aunties house. His aunty was around 35 years with 2 kids, the youngest being 2 year old. Her husband runs a small pan shop in the city and so he leaves the house in the morning stories returns by 9. As they were a little tight financially my friend told me to stay there as a paying guest so that my stories amount would be a little relief to them sexy. The aunty Radha was little dark in colour, fat around her stomach and big hanging boobs, which has a thunderous look. The first meeting with her made me horny and I was feeling restless from the day I met her. The house has 2 rooms but we share the same toilet and bathroom.
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I had traveled from Mumbai by train, a long but fascinating journey, accompanied by my young Indian interpreter and guide. I had driven all round Kerala with my Indian guide and now he took me to meet the houseboat that was to be my home for then next 8 days.
I have to say I was looking forward to the tranquility of the backwaters of Kerala after a pretty hectic but wonderful past 2 weeks. The crew of the boat were a very willing trio. They helped load my luggage and with great pride showed me round the small but very well appointed boat that was to be my home for a short while.
He was the chef but also acted as host and housekeeper. He was a slightly chubby man with a trimmed but thick black moustache and one of those open faces that beamed friendship.
The youngest was in his early to mid 20s smiling and willing to please. He was very slender about 5ft 6 inches tall with thick dark hair and darting eyes.
The boat was made of wood, ornately carved and with woven matting to cover the glass paned windows. There was a fore deck, not large but enough for 4 comfy chairs. It was a good place to watch the waters slip by and see activity on the banks.
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It was immaculately clean and well kept. The captain and the Chef owned the boat privately but worked through a group who took bookings thus assuring a steady trade. I am vinupk This happened when I shifted to the Ernakulam town of Kerala on a Job for a few months I joined a house as paying guest, away from the main town which consists of owner baby, his wife jolly and a gal of 10 yrs. Fortunately the house had no electricity or water problems. The house owner, Mr. However there was only one bathroom. About 4clock in the evening I saw a strikingly good looking woman coming towards the house with a gal of 10 yrs, looking innocently at me and Mr. They were very attentive and willing to please which was very refreshing and pleasing. We set off that first day slowly moving out into the waters. I sat looking out as we slipped slowly through the dark calm waters, the engine humming slightly underneath.
The driver in this case the captain sat at the front. The mat window shutters were open to keep the boat cool and I immediately felt relaxed sitting in the warm air enjoying the slow pace, the utter tranquillity of it all.Karala sexy stories The men chattered around me in their local dialect. Their voices echoed across the water giving the whole experience an exotic feeling of old India.
There were birds that flew up or swam away. People moved about on the far banks their muted voices carrying over the waters.
It was full of colour and sound. The whole things was a truly magical and relaxing as we slipped effortlessly through the water, a white stream ran out from the front of the boat on either side racing out away from us outwards towards the shore. Bylunch I was so relaxed calm I had dozed off. I awoke to the smell of spices,onions and garlic filling the air giving rise to hunger.
I got up and wandered back to the small kitchen set at the back of the boat and peeked in. The Chef was cooking a wonderful dish with local fish, herbs and garlic from the local markets.
I wandered back down the boat to the bows where I got into conversation with the captain. Once again I was amazed at how good his English was. It was also amusing to hear them talk with that very identifiable Indian accent, so appealing but rib ticklingly funny as well. The captain spoke with great pride about his boat, his business and his family. He proudly showed me pictures of his 3 children his very humble but well kept house in his village some miles away. He explained how it is common in India for family to help take care of him and his children whilst he struggled to earn a living.
He was a man of the community, working with charities in his village when time permitted. I suspect there was a financial aspect to the blood giving but he was proud of his giving showing me his donor records.
I liked him he was a simple hard working man with a freshness and openness. The foodwas a revelation, served on thick green leaves it was sumptuous, with rice andcurried fish, caught fresh that morning and vegetables spicy and aromatic.
There was fresh juice and if I wanted a cold beer. I asked if they were eatingwith me but they declined and said they would eat at the back of the boat wherethey had simple lodgings. The afternoon seemed to slip by and I talked to all of them during that time.
Finally we arrived at the mooring point for the night. The men got busy securing the boat and setting it up for the evening. I slipped away to have a shower and change for the evening.
The evening meal was up to the same good standard as lunch and I knew I was going to enjoy this trip very much. The men sat with me during the evening and we chatted freely once they saw I was receptive to them as friends and companions on my Indian experience. They were open and expressive if sometimes funny as their English got all mixed up but it was a good humoured fun evening. I slept very well that night despite the warmth and under a mosquito net was never bothered by insects.
I awoke early as the sun streamed in through the open slats of the window matting and went out onto the front deck. The men were already active getting ready for the day. As we continued along our peaceful journey the captain spent more time talking tome and asking how I enjoyed India.
I told him it was wonderful, fascinating and exciting full of sound and colour. He told me of his life and how he had worked hard to get his boat and make a good living for his family.
Indians are hard working and industrious although they do put too much store by what work they do and not about personality and interaction. He told me he had worked as a porter in hospitals and worked long shifts and hours to save money to get a boat. He had learnt the Kerala art of massage Aryuvedic a relaxing service that is a Kerala specialty and much talked about by visitors to Kerala. He asked if I had experienced one yet but I told him no but would hope to before I left.
He asked if we had such a thing in the USA. I told him that there was all sorts of massage specialties from the far east and homeopathic massage such as reflexology available in the US.
He was most interested and asked if I enjoyed them to which I replied very much so. I explained how much I enjoyed the foot massage of Reflexology and how it relaxed me and was said to have healing powers.
He said that massage in India also massaged the feet and the whole body with special oils. He asked me if I would like a foot massage. I said I would love one. He asked me to wait whilst he went and got his oils. He returned with some small bottles of oil. Kneeling in front of my chair he lifted my left foot placing it on his lap.
His hands were strong and firm but the fingers were magic on my foot as he kneaded it and stroked it with a rhythmic motion. His left hand supporting my heel whilst his right performed the magic. I lay back in the chair, closing my eyes. I sighed with each pleasurable stroke, squeeze and twist of his magic fingers. The sensation of having my feet massaged has always been of great pleasure to me. It made my body feel loose and relaxed. It also is very sensuous and arousing. I felt the wetness in my vagina as he expertly worked my feet.
I was now lying well back in the chair my legs stretched out to him, my eyes closed lost in the warmth of the air, the smells of the river and his magical fingers. He began to run his hand up the back of my calve massaging my muscle, whilst his other kept up the rhythm on my foot.
He massaged firmly along my calves to the back of my knees and above keeping a steady pressure and rhythm. Then putting my left foot on the floor beside him whilst still stroking my leg with one hand he dipped his other hand into the bowl of oil he had prepared. Picking up my right leg he began to work his magic on my right foot. I was not only relaxed I was filled with sensuous feelings. I now had a very damp pussy.
The whole sensation just filled my body with tingling pleasures that ran right up to my throat and my nipples were hard and erect.
He was now massaging my right leg along the whole length pushing my long skirt up my thighs with every stroke. I was too lost in the pleasure to want him to stop. He placed my right foot by his side and now with my legs slightly parted he began to run his hands along my legs. Up my inner thighs my skirt, now crumpled around my waist exposing my panties. He was now massaging my fully exposed thighs up along my hips and back.
His thumbs brushing past my wet see thru white panties, I sighed with every stroke thrusting my hips against his stroking hands. He worked in silence, his thumbs getting tantalisingly closer and closer to the very damp gusset of my white panties. The anticipation of each stroke increased my arousal. I sighed involuntarily as he brushed the sides of my pussy with each stroke.
Finally his thumbs pressed along my pussy as he stroked upwards. I could not help letting out a deep sigh. I looked down at him with hooded eyes, soft with pleasure and arousal.
He now pressed his thumbs along my pussy no longer moving down my legs his movements all concentrated on my swollen slit. Then he grabbed my panties from the top and pulled gently hinting for me to lift my thighs. I obliged as he pulled them down along my legs and over my feet discarding them on the chair beside him. I now sat there laid back; my legs open as he pondered momentarily my wet fully exposed open pussy.
He expertly began to flick and massage my clit and pussy slipping fingers into me, making me sigh and push my groin onto his hand. I was now totally abandoned to his will my legs spread, fully exposed for him to enjoy as he pleased. He fingered, teased and played with me bringing me close then moving off until I begged him to pleasure me.
He smiled enjoying his control. Then he stood up and removed his underpants as he looked down at my compliant needy body. His cock was steel hard, smoky black. Ramrod straight with a lovely plum red head, wet with his juices. His arousal made me even more excited. He knelt between my legs and proffered his black tumescent penis to the mouth of my very wet vagina.
I sighed as his hardness slipped into my soaking open hole. He grunted looked into my face and muttered yaar as he sank himself to the hilt inside me. I looked into his eyes pleading for him to fuck me and thrust my hips against his pelvis so we were locked hard together. He stayed like that for a moment then he leaned down and passionately kissed me.
His tongue thrust into my mouth. I could taste the spicy sweetness of him. He pulled back now wanting release. Pulling my legs up he pushed them high and back pressing me into the chair. He began to pump into my wet hole, rushing to his release but I was ahead as the hot flush ran up my breasts and neck and my pussy just erupted into orgasmic pleasure.
I moaned and cried out my thanks to him just at the sheer pleasure of his cock. I was still shuddering in pleasure when he gave a deep grunt, thrust hard into me and I felt the hot wetness of his release fill my womb. We stayed still my pussy impaled on his still turgid cock. Finally that very hard smoky black pleasure rod slipped out, followed as usual by a big lump of sperm. He got up whilst I lay like a slut, my legs open, pussy dripping sperm. I smiled at my new lover.
India was proving to be a fulfilling and fascinating place. I stood up holding my skirt round my waist not wanting the drops of sperm to stain it. I now, having been so engrossed in my pleasure, became aware that we had fucked in the open area and the other crew members would have seen the whole event. The captain was wiping his still semi hard cock cleaning off my juices proudly parading his manhood to I was sure a watching crew.
There was no point in covering up now so I turned and went through to the bathroom. Sperm was sliding down my thighs making them slippery as I walked it was a sensual feeling with my swollen lips reminding me of what had just occurred. I stood under the shower letting the warm water runacross my naked body still sensitive from my orgasm.
I could hear animatedconversation through the small window. The captain and the crew were in excitedconversation unaware I could hear but of course whilst I could guess theconversation I could not understand it.
They were certainly engaged in a longdiscussion about what had happened, I dried myself with the soft cotton towelwhich in itself is a really pleasant activity. I put on a white skirt and cooltop with no bra cooler that way. When she returned she had tucked the Munthaanai of her sari in her petticoat exposing a bit of her beautiful belly. I was sure that she had actually tied her petticoat much below the navel.
I tried my best not to gawk at her bare belly but it was amazingly curvaceous and smooth. My next aim was to see her navel and caress that belly with my hands. But before that I had to ensure that Baby was actually asleep. So I went up to my room and peeked in. His mouth open, snoring away to glory. I could see the empty brandy bottle by his side. Satisfied I came to the kitchen.
Jolly was still sweeping the floor. Her waist was glistening with sweat making it sexier. In fact looking at her made me so horny that I could fuck her there and then but I knew that I had to be patient. After a few hours had passed I decided to make a move? She came into the dining room. I told her to climb on the stool. She climbed but expectantly was not able to balance herself. My face was just at the same height as her waist. While she was opening the trunk my hands caressed her belly.
I was really enjoying the sensation. I tried to peek at her navel but could not. After that I asked her about the money he taken from me she said that he will arrange within days she left for the Kitchen, leaving me behind with a major hard on.
That evening baby told me that he was short of money and I have to give him some more time. I agreed and I told Baby that he could take as much liquor he wanted from the bar and consider it as my treat for his new scooter.
Jolly was in the other room but I knew she could hear us. The statement on his face was that of extreme gratitude and then hesitantly I picked him to the near by bar and he almost take a full bottle and it is I payed the auto and took him to his bed room. Tell him if he cannot pay my money then I will file case against both of you. I let her finish her work and then she came I knew this was my chance.
So I told her I have to go early and have to finish some urgent papers for office so I will take rest for some time and please call me after your work. I pretended to be asleep I heard the sound of her cleaning the kitchen and she going for bath. She finished her bath and come to my bedroom door and calling me to awake but I could see her standing near the door in just her red blouse and red petticoat. Her hair were still wet, her red blouse was really low cut and can see her black bra through it.
Not only could I see a deep cleavage but also the taut nipples inside it. As expected her petticoat was tied below her navel generously displaying her entire belly. As she was leaning to do so her breast jiggled and my dick became harder. You have to give a massage right now.
She nodded again this time she was almost trembling in fear. That did the trick. I handed her the oil bottle and took off my shirt and pant. I was only in my underwear now. I placed a towel on the bed and lied down on my stomach. Do not worry Jolly, just give me a nice massage and this will remain between the two of us.
The feeling was exquisite. She squeezed my neck, shoulders and thighs. Now I turned around and told her to massage my chest and stomach too. Now I could see her while feeling her hands all over me. Her low cut blouse revealed her ample cleavage and through the thin material of red blouse and black bra I could make out the taut nipples.
I felt like ripping the blouse and bra off and taking those nipples in my mouth. Even though I had tight underwear on my dick was standing out vertically underneath them. Jolly glanced at my crotch, her eyes widened in surprise but she ignored it and continued with the massage. I could tell that she was very nervous. Her hands were cold and shaky.
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