Flavours of India

Flavours of India


Out of nowhere I felt Ashna’s hand in mind. She held my hand, and as I swallowed hard to contain the thrill and the stark terror that invaded my mind, I calmly wrapped my fingers around her hand as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Ashna asked where I was staying, and I explained to her my provisions at the hostel. She seemed rather curious, and explained that she’d never been in one. I told her she wasn’t missing anything, but she asked if she might see it, to satisfy her curiosity. We arrived at the modest building moments later and I led her up to the room where I was sleeping. It was filled with the typical collection of backpackers, stoners and hippies, and I was happy to see my backpack standing untouched in the corner. She marveled at the space, intrigued I think by the open and democratic nature of the living quarters. We left the room and went out into the hallway.

“Do you feel like the living arrangements are too public?” she asked.

“Well, you get used to it,” I remarked. “I’m not here all that much, only to sleep. Most days I’m out seeing the sights.”

Ashna nodded. I looked at her, lit by the garish humming blue glow of the overhead fluorescent lights. Her rich brown face stood on her tall slender neck, and she looked up at me expectantly. I wanted to kiss her so badly in that moment, and I slowly bent down towards her. She didn’t move, and in fact her eyes glistened permissively. As I approached, my lips extended slightly, and I watched in fascination as her full brown lips did the same. I could hear her soft breathing.

When my lips finally touched hers, my entire body was riveted with an electric shock. Her lips were full, warm and soft against mine, and her mouth instantly parted. I put my arms around her and pulled her to me. Her slender frame fit perfect against my body. My tongue ventured brazenly into her mouth, which was warm and spicy and fragrant. I moaned softly at the perfection of our kiss, and she put her arms around my waist.

We kissed hotly for several minutes, exploring and tasting one another. Then, inconveniently, another hostel guest emerged from the sleeping room and shattered our privacy in the hallway. He ignored us as he padded slowly toward the bathroom, towel and soap in hand. But the moment was gone, and we collected ourselves, slightly embarrassed but eager to continue. She looked thoughtful for a moment, then spoke.

“Is there a telephone nearby?” Ashna queried.

“Uh, yeah, at the end of the hall on the right. I dug a few coins from my pocket and handed them to her.

“Okay, stay here. I’ll be right back.” Ashna walked briskly down the long hallway and found the phone.

I could hear her talking but I could make out none of the words. A minute later she came back down the hall to me, and without speaking, took my hand. She led me downstairs and back out onto the street.

“Where are we going?” I finally asked.

Ashna smiled but did not look at me. “Someplace more private.”

We walked for several blocks, and I found myself completely disoriented, despite my relative familiarity with the area. Finally we arrived at a numbered door on the street. Ashna pushed the button, and we were buzzed in. We climbed the stairs, Ashna in the lead, holding my hand as we ascended. At the top of the stairs, she knocked tentatively on door #3. The door swung open, and a young woman of roughly our age appeared in her overcoat.

“Right then, great to see you, Ashna!” The woman leaned forward and kissed Ashna lightly on the cheek. “I’ll be back at half-twelve.” She stepped out past us, and clomped quickly down the stairs.

I stood watching her leave in confusion. Ashna pulled my hand and led me into the apartment. She closed the door behind us and noticed my nonplussed expression.

“Alice is a friend of mine, she’s a med student also. She’s got a flat to herself and I don’t.” I still appeared confused. “I didn’t think you’d want to spend your night with my parents, do you?”

The realization belatedly washed over me that Ashna wanted more from me than that heavenly kiss in the hallway. She smiled wickedly as she watched my face change from lost to found. She spun around girlishly and pulled off her overcoat. She laid it over an armchair.

“Come here, Jeremy,” she said in a low tone so seductive that I positively swooned.

I stepped toward her. She stood up on the balls of her feet and planted a comfortable kiss, like one a wife gives her husband after 30 years of marriage. I put my arms around her. I kissed her deeply, and again our mouths opened and our tongues intertwined. We kissed awhile longer, in no hurry to break our embrace.

Finally she broke away. She looked at me sweetly, almost sadly. Ashna then started unbuttoning my shirt. She pushed it from my shoulders and ran her dark hands across my chest. She then unbuckled my belt. I helped her unfasten my jeans, and she pulled them down with some embarrassment. I kicked them off and stood there in nothing but underwear and white socks.

Ashna’s eyes were deep black now, and she stepped to me and put her lips to my chest with such gentleness as I’ve never felt before. She placed soft, tender kisses across my chest and ran her hands across my shoulders and down my arms. She caressed my back with her short fingernails, and I felt my loins aching in complete arousal. She looked up and kissed my mouth again, tracing her hands along my neck, around my ears, and along my jaw line. Her hands on my face were like a magic salve, and all my doubts and trepidations vanished.

Finally she pulled away and stepped back. She looked down at my feet and laughed. I looked down at my white socks and laughed as well. I bent down and pulled them off, tossing them unceremoniously over my shoulder. I glanced down at my boxers, eyeing my highly evident erection poking conspicuously at the thin cotton. ‘What the hell,’ I thought, and pulled them down in one swift move.

Ashna stared incredulously at my completely naked body. She took me in one inch at a time, from head to toe, her mouth curling up into that smirk I’d seen hours earlier. She clearly wasn’t displeased with what she saw, and I considered that it’s entirely possible that this could be her first sexual experience. I decided not to dwell on that either way, and I looked at her expectantly.

She stared at me a moment longer, then realizing the imbalance of nudity between us, she kicked off her black sandals and pushed them aside. Then she unbuttoned the front of her sundress, and pulled it from her shoulders. It slid silently from her slender frame and piled on the floor around her small feet. I stared in shock as I realized that she was completely nude!

Ashna noticed the look of incredulity on my face. “I never wear underthings. They’re too constrictive!” she laughed, her tone positively drenched with mischief.

Now it was my turn to stare. Her sundress had hidden so much of her figure, I noted in retrospect. Her hips were slightly wide, very feminine. Her breasts were fairly small, probably a large B cup, but lovely shaped with large, dark brown nipples. Her pubic hair was dark black and slightly bushy. I realized irreverently that the only thing on her body that was manmade was the bright gold ring in her right nostril. She stood somewhat nervously, perhaps afraid that I would somehow not approve of her naked form. She couldn’t know that to me her body was living perfection, and I vowed silently to bring her to that understanding.

Unable to keep my hands from her small brown body, I stepped to her, wrapping my pale white arms around her. Hungrily I kissed her, and she laughed into my mouth as my hands passed over her round ample buttocks. Ashna sent her hands wandering as well, and we stood there groping each other for several minutes.

I broke the kiss this time. I looked behind her and into the kitchen a few paces away. I moved her backwards until we reached the counter. “Up you go!” I put my hands on her small waist and lifted her. She shrieked in mock terror, as I set her upon the countertop. She shivered as the cool laminate surfaced chilled her behind, and she laughed as goose bumps formed across her arms and shoulders. I caressed her cooled skin, kissing her softly this time, her mouth finally in direct alignment with mine.

I kissed my way down her body, across her shoulders and onto her pert breasts. She arched her back and pushed her chest out, exposing her small breasts to my kisses. I took a brown nipple into my mouth and sucked it gently. She cooed and put her hands to my head. I sucked at each nipple, enjoying the feel of them in my mouth. Her entire body smelled slightly spicy, and I imagined the effect of a lifetime of fragrant, flavorful foods on the human body. Whatever the reason, she smelled fantastic, and our bodies together felt even better. I kissed down her stomach, feeling the myriad fine hairs against my lips. I kissed her hips and her thighs, and she slowly parted her legs and leaned back.

I had to slide her hips forward on the countertop, but eventually I had her right where I wanted her. I knelt in worshipful pose and stared right at her beautiful bush. Behind the thick hairs I could see her brown labia, and the scent of her arousal was instantly recognizable. Some things, I noted, were truly independent of culture.

I moved my mouth to her sex, and she twitched as my tongue began to probe. I felt her relax as my movements smoothed. Once I got oriented to her, I began to lick her confidently but gently. I had always enjoyed performing orally on women, and this was my most enthusiastic performance to date. I lapped at her gently, teasing her without cruelty, stimulating her mercifully, exploring her lovingly. She responded as I hoped, pawing at my head and neck, pulling me closer to her, gasping softly and issuing tender pleas to continue, as I would willingly do anyway.

Ashna was moaning in earnest now, her legs wrapped around my back as I continued to lick and suck her with patience and presence of mind. I felt her grip on my hair tighten and her moans became muted cries. She moved against my face rhythmically, and I delighted in the thought of her orgasm at my eager efforts. Ashna climaxed loudly, and there was something sweetly emotive about it. She clung earnestly to my head, her body pulsing with the shock waves of her orgasm. Slowly they subsided, and eventually she released my hair and I breathed deeply.

I slowly got up, my knees aching from the long time spent upon them. Ashna caressed my arms lovingly. Upon her face was plastered a look of innocent rapture, frozen for my viewing pleasure. I smiled and kissed her on the mouth. She kissed back, her tongue tasting herself on my lips.

“Mmmm,” she moaned, licking her lips. “Is that what I taste like?” She smiled devilishly and pulled me to her in a tight embrace.

My erection poked uncomfortably against her leg as we hugged, and we both laughed.

“Well, I guess there’s no ignoring that, is there?” Ashna joked. She put her slender brown hand onto it, wrapping her fingers around it and stroking it gently. She looked down at my length in her small hand, smiling as she felt its hardness against her palm. She debated a moment, then spoke.

“Just pull it out at the end, alright? I haven’t got anything,” she said almost apologetically. I nodded, realizing that I had gone to the trouble of bringing condoms thousands of miles from the U.S., but hadn’t thought to bring them to Alice’s flat. My thoughts returned to Ashna, as she adjusted herself in preparation. Finally she put her small feet up on my hips, tilting herself towards me and exposing her lips inches from my pulsing erection. She placed the head of my penis against her labia. Ashna then took a deep breath and closed her eyes. She nodded slowly and exhaled.

I leaned slowly against her, and against such resistance that I considered that she had possibly misaligned me. But a second later, I slid into her with remarkable ease, and Ashna gasped sharply. We paused there a moment, and she opened her eyes and smiled. I kissed her, and she giggled. She nodded again, and I started to move.

We made love slowly and gently, savoring the closeness of our bodies, kissing frequently, caressing constantly. She relaxed as we went, her body no longer rejecting the sudden intrusion but now celebrating it. Ashna wrapped her legs around my back, locking her ankles and pulling me against her. We giggled, kissing and tickling, while our bodies moved together in marvelous synchronicity. I felt her starting to come again. Her muscles tightened around me, squeezing me. I intensified, pushing her to climax. Her eyes closed again, and she draped her arms around my neck. I thrust into her quickly, landing squarely against her clitoris, her breath inhaling sharply with each impact.

Ashna climaxed hard, her moans becoming cries as her fingernails dug into my back. She clung for dear life as I continued to slide into her. Her legs hung heavily around my waist, and her sweat-drenched face glowed angelically.

I felt my own orgasm approaching, and I sped up until I was too close to continue. I pulled out of her, and Ashna grunted at the unexpected withdrawal. She opened her eyes, and realizing my impending condition, she cooed softly as if to encourage me.

I groaned loudly as my orgasm hit, and I felt my body spasm. Ashna gasped as a volley of white semen erupted from the tip and landed in a line across her thigh and onto the counter behind her. Several more volleys followed, and she cheered at each one as if it were a fireworks display. Eventually, the spasms stopped, and my spent penis slowly drooped down onto her leg. She caressed me, running her warm hands across my rapidly cooling, sweat-soaked back. We remained like that for several minutes, kissing and catching our breath.

Ashna glanced at the clock, and panicked. “Oh my, Alice will be home soon. We’d better get dressed!”

We separated, collecting our things and putting them on. Ashna wiped her leg with a wet dishtowel, making sure to clean the counter where my seed had spilled. We were cleaned up and fully dressed, and had resumed our kissing when we heard footsteps in the stairway. Alice knocked politely before letting herself in. We stood well composed, but Alice could tell that her friend Ashna looked quite different than before. Alice’s face contorted into a huge smile, which made Ashna blush. They shared a look, then kissed cheeks again. Ashna extended our thanks, and we took our leave.

I spent nearly all my remaining time in London with Ashna, carrying her books to medical school classes, having meals with her and her family, even helping out at the restaurant as a busboy! I’ve since had to return home, but I’ve decided that the UK presents the best opportunities for exploring my anthropological and linguistic interests, and my parents have agreed. I’ve applied for a work visa, and Ashna’s looking for jobs for me. I hope to be back there within six months. In the meantime, I’ve got delicious memories of the flavors of India to keep me company.









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