We sit down on her kitchen table. Ms Chowdry is a good-looking woman in her forties. Her eyes are as dark as her long hair; her brown skin has a smell that attracts me. We start working together on physics. She really knows how to explain things. Her mood becomes better and better as she sees that I appreciate the effort. She starts smiling and tapping my back whenever I answer a question correctly. Her dark-skinned hand, her long fingers with shimmering rings on them, glide over my shoulder and arm.
After more than an hour, she stands up and stretches her body, sticking her big breasts forewards. "Well, you were a good boy, now lets call it a day.. huh, I didnt even realize that it started raining!" Indeed, there is a thunderstorm starting outside. I have only thin summer clothes, and the way home is long; so she invites me to stay overnight. I gladly accept. I like her apartment, somehow exotic with oriental carpets, Indian statues and pictures on the wall, the light smell of incense.
" I�ll prepare a bed for you; you can take a shower in the meantime, we Indians like to sleep with clean bodies", she smiles at me. So I enters the bathroom. I take off my clothes and put them on the floor. There is a little bottle with a fragrant lotion, and I use some of it on my body before turning on the warm water. |