I do have family in the US that I'm very close to, but since I don't get to see my family in India very often, I've gained a special appreciation for my relationship with them. In particular is my neighbor's daughter, Maya. While I get along with everyone there very well, she and I have always had a special bond. Even when I'd visit as a child, while the rest of our friends and family would be off playing with the neighborhood children, she and I would prefer to find some quiet corner and talk for hours on end. And that tradition continues to this day. However this time around I got a real wake up call.
This trip was my first chance to see Maya in over two years (I didn't get a chance to go last year), and she has really matured in that time. She's not the little girl I remembered. She was always a pretty little thing, and even when we were younger I would catch boys checking her out. But when I first laid eyes on her at the airport this time around I was quite surprised...she had grown from a cute little girl into a beautiful young woman. Her long, curly hair was trimmed to just past her shoulders, her skin was perfectly tanned, and her tight fitting clothes revealed some very pleasing curves. When I first saw her there my first instinct was to give her a great big hug, picking her up and giving her a kiss on the cheek as I always do. And since the rest of the family was there I was quickly distracted from my initial shock. However it would not be long until I gained a much deeper appreciation of her beauty.
I had been in the country two or three days at that point, and the initial excitement was over. Things had settled down, my uncle went back to work and all the kids went back to school, with the exception of Maya, who was also on break from college. So one afternoon she and I found ourselves alone at home, my uncle off at work, our other cousins away at school and my aunt away for the week visiting a friend. So as is our way, with nothing else to do we just sat down on the bed and started chatting about anything and everything. The conversation went from family issues to future plans to school, and eventually came to the topic of dorm life.
It was then that she started telling me about all the parties she started going to and all the new people she had met. But what really struck me was when she started talking about boys. Having grown up in a very religious and orthodox household, she wasn't allowed to associate with boys much while growing up, but she really started exploring when she was off on her own. She told me of all the guys she'd met, some she'd been interested in, some who became more than just good friends. But she eventually began telling me that she was a bit disappointed with most of the guys she'd come across. How growing up she saw how I was much more liberal minded than most traditional Indian guys, and how she'd always envisioned meeting a guy who thought the way I did. And she even confessed to having had a crush on me when we were younger.
She went on and on, complaining about the guys there, eventually just wanting a hug, which I was happy to give her. And I told her that she'll eventually find herself an amazing guy, to which she responded "What if I already have?" I was a little confused, but I quickly got my answer when rather than breaking the hug she slowly slid a hand down my back and gave my ass a squeeze. I found myself confused, nervous and slightly turned on at the same time. This couldn't be right...could it? But my moral dilemma would have to wait, she quickly put her hands to my chest, pushing me down onto the bed, and straddled my hips.
"I'm sorry," she told me, "but this is something I've thought about time and time again, and I'd rather you stop me and hate me than have to go on not knowing".
I was still in shock, but before I could voice any objection (not that I really had any), she laid down on top of me, pressing her lips to mine and sliding both her hands onto my chest. At this point the only reaction I could come up with was to put my hands around her, pressing her into me and kissing her back.
I was nervous, and a little confused as to whether I should be doing this, but my doubts quickly faded as she slid her tongue past my lips, sliding it around my own. I moved one hand down her back and helped myself to that perfectly shaped ass which I had first admired at the airport. I found it was just as tight as it was round. My other hand found its way up onto her chest, gently cupping her breast through her shirt. Her breasts weren't very large, but they were perfectly proportioned to her body, and fit just right in the palm of my hand. Giving her breast a squeeze, I could feel her nipple already beginning to poke through, the thin material of her shirt and bra doing nothing to conceal her excitement.
We kissed for several minutes, our lips never parting, our hands exploring each others' bodies. I was lost in the moment, I could have laid there enjoying her soft mouth forever, but she had other ideas. She eventually broke our kiss, sitting up, still straddling me, and took hold of the edge of her shirt, raising it over her head and tossing it to the side, revealing a very thin black, cotton bra...one which she felt she no longer needed (and correctly so), it soon found itself next to her shirt.
Returning to our kiss I slid both hands onto her breasts, taking her erect nipples between my thumb and index fingers, softly pinching them as I felt her hand creeping down my stomach and onto my crotch where she slowly began stroking my quickly growing member through my jeans. I gently massaged both her breasts in the palms of my hands, squeezing them, caressing them as I circled my thumbs over her nipples.
Her sweet breath filled my mouth, our lips pressed tightly together as she unbuckled my belt, her fingers making quick work of the button and zipper of my jeans. I kissed across her cheek and moved onto her neck, kissing up and down, my hands still fondling her small, firm breasts. She ran one hand through my hair while working the other into my jeans, making her way to the gap in my boxers and trailing a finger across the surface of my cock.
While this was by no means the first time I'd had a girl's hand on my cock, it was more exhilarating than usual. I don't know if it was the suddenness, the chance of being walked in on, or both, but this gorgeous girl had given my one of the hardest erections I'd ever had, and she wasted no time in doing something about it.
I felt her reach into my boxers and wrap her fingers around my cock, gently tugging at it until it sprang free. The coolness of the air hit me as I felt her wrap her fist around me and slowly move her hand up and down the length of my cock. Her hand was cool, her skin was soft, and I could have cum right then and there, but I'm glad I didn't or I would have missed out on something much better.