I enjoyed working in Bristol. It has a buzzy atmosphere, with lots happening. I made good use of my time there, going to a wide variety of concerts, comedy gigs, and even a wine appreciation course at the local university. I also enjoyed visiting local pubs, often sampling the pub quizzes with work colleagues.

One of the friends I'd made in the office was an Asian chap called Raj. He knew I enjoyed (and was pretty good at) pub quizzes. One day he asked if I'd mind joining him in a quiz at a local pub the next day. As I was away at a meeting, I didn't have any time to ascertain any further details.

The pub was a few miles away, at Downend, but luckily was on a bus route, meaning I could enjoy a drink or two, which always helped my brain function. It was a fine, warm evening as I set off. The bus was late so I arrived at the venue a little before the quiz started. I looked around the crowded pub and soon found Raj. He was with a woman, who I later found out was his mother. His younger sister was supposed to have come, but hadn't returned from her day at the local university.

I quickly got a round of drinks for everyone and seated myself next to Raj, opposite his Mum. There was just enough time to introduce ourselves properly (Mother Adhira), before we were into round one, general knowledge! The quiz started with an easy round with most teams scoring well. I was good on the more academic subjects. Thankfully Raj excelled in popular culture. We were actually a well-balanced team, with Adhira having a science background. After six rounds of ten questions, we ended up one point higher than the next team and took home the kitty of over £35.

We collected our winnings, and I was about to call for a cab, as the buses did not operate after around seven pm. The two of them insisted I go back to theirs, to celebrate our win. As well as enjoying the quiz and our victory, there was plenty of good-natured banter and laughing. So, the three of us made our way along a side road to their house. When we arrived, the missing Sister, Mizra, was already home.

A port-like drink was offered, and I drank as we continued the victory celebration. I was offered perhaps my third or fourth glass when I realised it was nearly eleven thirty. Despite their offer of staying the night, I decided it might be best to return to my hotel. I started to call a cab when Mizra offered me a lift. She hadn't been drinking during the evening. Before I could say anything she had grabbed her keys, and was off towards the front door. I said my goodbyes to Raj and his mum (a somewhat close embrace and kiss on my cheek from the latter).

The roads were empty and we were soon outside my hotel. She turned off the car and looked at me intently.

"Can we talk?" she said.

I was quite desperate for a piss and asked if she wanted to come up to my room. She looked apprehensive and I explained that she would have a wet seat soon if I didn't find a loo. She laughed and we went inside. I found the lobby deserted and the facilities locked. I made my way quickly to my room with Mizra following in my wake. She was sitting on my bed as I finished in the bathroom. I sat beside her. There was a long pause before she started talking.

"Sorry, I didn't make it to the quiz. I wish I'd made more effort to get there. Thanks for tonight. My Mum really seemed to enjoy it. My Dad died about a year ago, and that was the first time she has let her hair down. She has been depressed since he died, and we have tried everything to get her out of the dumps. She was like a different woman tonight and it was all down to you. She really seems to like you."

I was glad she'd enjoyed herself but explained that I wasn't really suitable as a long-term partner, if that was what she wanted.

She put her hand on my leg and continued,

"I know you don't want a long-term partner, but maybe you could take her out occasionally."

I nodded in response. I noticed her hand was still on my knee, and had started to lightly caress my leg.

We looked at each other. She was an incredibly attractive eighteen-year-old and for the first time, I thought she might want slightly more than a little chat. I wasn't sure and didn't want to come on to her, so I continued chatting to her about her first year at university. I told her it was a pity she was living at home, rather than having the opportunity to move away and get a first taste of independent life. She looked pensive, and after a pause said,

"Yes, it's a pain. All my friends are out having a whale of a time, drinking and having sex. And I'm at home with Mum and Raj!"

I laughed and commiserated with her. As I said it her hand moved to my shoulder. She leant forward and, without further ado, we started kissing. Without breaking apart, she pressed forward and ended up on top of me as she forced me onto my back on the bed. The kiss continued, increasing in intensity as our tongues danced together. I ran my hand down her side, onto her waist, and caressed her lovely rounded bottom. After what seemed ten minutes the kiss ended as abruptly as it began and she whispered in my ear,

"I hope you're going to fuck me, now."

I thought for a time and replied "I'd love to fuck a girl so stunningly attractive, vibrant, and sexy. But your brother is my mate. What would I say to him tomorrow in the office."

She got to her feet, straightening her clothes. She looked ready to explode.

"You say to him that his sister was the best shag you've had all year!" she said.

There was twenty seconds of silence. Then laughter. Both of us. I held out my hands and she came back to the bed. We kissed again. My hand explored her body. I removed her clothes one by one. Her skirt, her blouse, her bra, her panties until she was naked. I likewise was stripped of my clothes and we came together and embraced.

Her body was quite delicious. I kissed most of it, as I embarked on a tour of her erogenous zones. Her breasts were a delight, her arms a joy, her thighs a pure pleasure, and the back of her knees, sheer fun as I kissed her golden brown skin. When I backtracked to her pussy, I delicately blew on it, then as I gently opened her legs, my tongue licked around her labia, slowly moving up and down. I avoided her clit and penetrated her vagina until she was shaking with a fervid expectation. Finally, I parted her lips with my tongue and tasted the nectar.

Her clit was next on the agenda. I flicked it with my tongue, then slowly circled it. Then took it deep in my mouth, sucking with a throbbing motion. That was it. She came with deep breaths, arched back, and strong pelvic muscle contractions. I eased off a little, edging her to two or three more until she pushed me away. I wiped my face on the sheet and listened while her breathing returned to something like normal. I lay back, and she kissed me.

"That was awesome," she said, as she reached forward and took my cock in her hand. She started to coax it back to life. I tentatively suggested her mouth might do a better job. She looked alarmed.

"I've never done that before," she confessed.

"There's always a first time," I responded.

Slowly, and with some hesitation she lowered her head and licked. Tentatively, she took my cock into her mouth. The effect was immediate, as my cock stiffened, and filled her mouth. Shocked at the growth, she released it. Then took it again, and started a nice sucking action as her confidence grew. I moaned with pleasure as she took me deeper and deeper into her mouth, then added her hand caressing my balls. Despite her inexperience, I was nearing my own orgasm, and I debated in my mind whether to cum in her mouth or pull away. I told her I was getting close, but she continued with increased ferocity. Suddenly, I couldn't stop as I pumped my sperm directly into her mouth.

I can usually get hard again about six or seven minutes after my orgasm, but I needed longer. We chatted as she used her hand to play with my cock and balls. Suddenly, I started to get hard. She returned to using her mouth to ensure I was 'match fit'. I asked what position she preferred, to which she responded by saying she liked riding me. Compliantly, I lay on my back, my cock waiting stiffly in the air for her to mount. She climbed astride me, then took my cock and positioned it against her pussy. She rubbed it back and forth along her slit, then applied pressure, allowing me to slide easily into her well-lubricated vagina.

She took it slowly, making sure she was comfortable taking my complete length inside her. Finally, she started riding me, as I raised my hands to caress her breasts. Her pussy was tight, hot, and wet; perfect for a superb fuck. She stopped only to turn around, re-position my cock inside her and start riding again.

I thought she might tire, but obviously was young and full of energy. She was full of my cum shortly after, as I exploded deep inside her. She lay on top of me, exhausted, a sheen of perspiration covering this Indian princess. Finally, she slid off my body onto the bed. It was after two am. I kissed her and said I needed to sleep. She got into bed and we were both fast asleep within minutes.

The morning arrived all too quickly. I awoke to the not-intolerable sight of Mizra returning from the bathroom.

"Oh good, you're awake. I need that cock of yours!"

She jumped in the bed. After a quick kiss, she dived under the duvet and I felt her mouth around my cock, arousing me. It didn't take long, as I always awake in a horny state. I took the lead as I flipped her onto her back, raised her legs over my shoulders, and penetrated her with little hesitation. Her pussy was just right and I enjoyed being in control as I fucked her hard, with long deep strokes. She moaned loudly as we reached another climax. I pulled out and saw a couple of spurts of semen arc across her belly and tits. She raised her head and licked some stray cum from my cock.

She went to the bathroom to clean up, using my hand towel. She dressed quickly, spurning my offer of a shower, saying she'd shower when she got home. I thought she might be in hot water when she got home, never mind a shower.

I slept for another hour before showering myself and getting to the office. I thought meeting Raj might be a bit awkward, but he was more concerned with his mother, who hadn't stopped talking about me. Either he didn't realise Mizra had spent the night with me or didn't care.

I really fancied another night with Mizra, but university life was obviously taking priority. Raj came over to see me the following week.

"Mizra and Mum have suggested you come for a meal. Traditional homemade Indian," he said.

I was keen on authentic food, especially Indian but I wasn't sure how the evening dynamics would work. With Raj nagging me, I finally agreed to attend.

The day of the dinner arrived and after a quick shower back at my hotel, I drove to their house. I was warmly received by Adhira, although Mizra was quite cool to me. Our night (and morning) in my hotel room were not brought up. I decided that she hadn't let on where she was, to her Mum or brother. When we were (briefly) left alone, she told me to be quiet about it.

The meal was quite superb. A mutton curry was the centre-piece, with delicious pilau rice, a mushroom curry as a side dish, together with onion bhajis, samosas, chapatis, naan bread, poppadums, and pickles. The flavours were spectacular; far nicer than your bog-standard curry house. I'd brought a bottle of wine, but it seemed I was the only one drinking it. A pudding was offered but I declined as I felt another mouthful and I would explode. As soon as the meal was over, Raj and Mizran made excuses and left together. I was flabbergasted. What on earth was going on, I thought. Then I did think. It was a trap. A trap designed to allow me and Adhira some time alone!

I thought it best to make my own excuses and leave. But Adhira insisted I stay for another drink, this time a Central Indian spirit called Mahua. It had a soft floral smell from the nectar-rich Mahua flowers, with a unique silky-smooth taste giving it a delightful warming feeling as its slipped down my throat. Before I knew what was happening, half the bottle had gone, and we were in a passionate embrace, kissing each other, and starting to explore each other's bodies. She suggested I come to her bedroom. I was in no fit state to drive, and with so much alcohol, I was as horny as hell.

Thus, I followed her to her bedroom.

We fell onto the bed and continued kissing. Slowly we lost our clothes and clambered into bed. I kissed her breasts and licked her nipples. Larger than her daughters but delightful to arouse. I made my way slowly southbound. From the aroma, I surmised she was already aroused. As I reached her public mound she opened her legs, and I buried my head in her pussy, licking and penetrating her with two fingers. I started licking her clit and I sensed a quivering orgasm grow deep inside her. One was followed by two, then a third. She pulled me up to face her and we kissed. She tasted her juices on my face and mouth.

Her hand grabbed my cock, somewhat underperforming, given my alcohol intake. When her rubbing failed to elicit much success, she lowered her head, took my cock into her mouth and start to suck me off. Her action had the desired effect as I reached a very satisfactory erection and she ordered me to,

"Fuck me now!"

I climbed aboard in a basic missionary position. I felt her hand take my cock and push it between her lips. I thrust forward and in an instant I was inside her. I started to fuck her in jerky thrusts, and she moaned and uttered some words of (I presumed) Urdu. Convinced I was doing the right thing I continued in this fashion until she wanted to change position. I think I was laying on her with my full weight. She told me she wanted to spoon, and I got the general idea.

Unfortunately, my cock had used this change of position to lose its stiffness. Once again, Adhira used her mouth to administer recuperative attention and I managed to move into position with a hard-on. She guided me towards her pussy and I was once again fucking her. I quickened my pace as I felt the growing heat of my orgasm. I felt my balls tighten and then, with a last lusty thrust, I began to cum, filling her pussy with my sperm.

I'm not sure what happened next, but I must have fallen asleep. I was still in bed with a sleeping Adhira. I located a softly glowing digital clock. It said it was 03.17 on the display. I needed the loo. I was naked and had no idea as to where my clothes were. I slipped out of bed, naked. I tried to locate my boxers in the dark, with little success. Adhira woke and helped by turning on the light on her bedside table. I found my pants and managed to put them on. I found the toilet, with Adhira's directions.

I made my way back to the bedroom and bed. I climbed in and Adhira said, "Is everything okay?"

I nodded. As the light went off, she put her arm around my shoulders, pulled me towards her, and kissed me. I felt her breasts against my chest and I gently caressed her. We continued kissing, then parted. I could just make out her face looking at me.

She said, "Thank you for tonight. I haven't had sex like that for years. Well, no sex at all for years. You have been wonderful. I don't expect anything else from you, but if you do want to enjoy a night in my bed, you are welcome anytime. Or of course, if you prefer, Mizra. Oh yes, I know all about that. I saw her return that night and she told me all that had happened. I was happy for her. And you. Perhaps I can offer you something in return."

She smiled as she said it, and started her way down the bed. My boxer shorts were removed with no fuss and Adhira licked my cock back to another erection. I thought she would mount me as soon as I was hard, but instead, she took me deep into her mouth. With a mixture of deep sucks, licking down the veins on my cock to my balls, she gave me one of the most delicious blow-jobs of my life. She bobbed her head up and down, increasing her pace, until I felt ready to cum. Despite my warning, she kept her mouth firmly locked around my cock and took my salty load of cum into her mouth. She swallowed in one gulp, then returned to my cock to clean up any spilled sperm.

We kissed again and she told me that last night was the first time she had performed oral sex on anyone. We slept for another few hours before we woke and fucked again, tenderly but with passion. Afterwards, she lay back on the bed, looking happy and satisfied as she watched me locate my clothes, dress, and finally leave her with a kiss.