My Latina Fling Part – 1
blowjob, foreign, girlfriend

After reading so many stories over years on ISS, I want to contribute something to ISS. I want to know if I can write a story that has the same effect on people, as their stories on me. This is a long story, with a build up- the kind that I like. I have put a lot of effort in writing it and I would love any feedbacks. I have changed names and some other petty details in the story to protect the identities of people involved. My name is Amit. I am 28. I am not gonna talk about dick size and all that brouhaha concerning it. What you got is what you got. And I am sure it’s not 11 inches or something. I have worked in MNCs for years in India and abroad, and I have slept with my share of women. I am well traveled and I love talking about travel stories. That doesn’t mean that I would just sleep with anyone. I need a connection, something to talk to the person about, something in common. I don’t want to be all like weird and spaced-out, once the sex is over. It’s just my point of view. This story is about connection and how once you got that, the sex is just amazing. The girl in this story is a Brazilian girl who was practically lost in crazy Delhi and how we found each other. I came to New Delhi in the second week of December 2016, not too long after we found ourselves in this demonetization mess. I went there to meet up with this consultant that helped me get a job abroad and to get some paperwork done with respect to another job in New Zealand in future. All this could have been done over emails, but I had a lot of free time and I wanted to meet the guy and establish a personal connection. And, I have always loved New Delhi, so I could explore the streets and glut myself with some good food. All of my friends there were busy or couldn’t have me at their place. Which is why, after a lot of deliberation, I decided to stay in a hostel in New Delhi. I had never stayed in a hostel in India and I wanted to do it for the heck of it. I was good with money and all. Oh, I must mention that since the news broke out, I had gone to the bank and taken out 20000 rupees for my expenditures. Even with Paytm and credit cards, I knew how important cash was. The hostel offered mix dorm beds, which males and females can share. I reached there on Friday and I was supposed to meet this consultant on Tuesday. I thought I could get out in the city over the weekend and I would leave New Delhi on Wednesday. In any case, I did not book a return flight, as I was not sure about my plans. The room that I got had 6 beds and, there was just me and Rick, this other guy from States. He was this ex-marine and having worked in states before, I had quite a bit of knowledge about the reality there and had some friends as well. We hung out and I even made tea for him as well as an omelet for breakfast the next day. The hostel had a kitchen and stuff to cook. I love to help people in general. We were on the terrace of the hostel, where these two other Indian guys hung out. I was just having a lazy day and I thought maybe I would go to Delhi haat or something, and told Rick about my plans. When we were talking, this girl came to the terrace. She was white, with blonde hair and a slim figure. Average height. She was on the pretty side, with a beautiful pair of lips and great wavy hair and eyes that could just fall on you and you would be dumbstruck. I rarely look at women’s boobs and ass when I meet them, so the face is what always leaves an imprint on me. She was the kind of girl, you want to be with. If nothing else, just for company. As I mentioned before, I have been with my share of women and a lot of those are white women. So white skin does not have the kind of effect on me now, like it was before I traveled abroad. So, I did not see her THAT way in the beginning. Anyways, she had this stressed-out look on her face. she came and said hi, and we all got into talking. Her English was not bad. Her name was Zara. This is what had happened to her. She had been traveling in Thailand and India was her last destination before going back to São Paulo. One of her friends from Peru was supposed to join her after 4 days and they wanted to do the golden triangle trip as well as go to Rishikesh. Here was the problem. She had 20 dollars on her. She had no other kind of currency in any capacity. She had tried her luck on ATMs since the last 2 days and returned empty handed. She had no idea what to do and how she could find a way out. She had no friends in India who could lend her money. She had sought help with the hostel but even their hands were tied because everyone paid through cards. So she was stuck. Not to mention the fact that she was a little lonely and having a hard time. I was intrigued how Rick did it. Then he told me that he had a habit of carry at least 500$ in cash with him, whenever he travels and that helped him a great deal. And he was leaving after 2 days for the USA anyways, so he would do alright. There was no easy way for Zara to get money or even use Paytm, and she didn’t even have an Indian number. She was running low on cash. The only way she could get some money if she could transfer money from her account to an Indian person’s account and then that person will give it back to her in rupees. As far as I knew, you couldn’t do it in lesser than 2 days. And, I surely didn’t want to part with my money and I didn’t know her. So, even though I made the suggestion to her, I never said I would be the one. In any case, we all got into talking. The usual: Indian culture, food scene, movies, stuff to see around. She was mostly listening while Rick and I went on and on and on. At one point, we started talking about dating and all, I told them that I had dated a Brazilian long time back. That’s when she started asking me questions about her. I told her about the other girl a bit. And then, she started talking in detail about, her life in Brazil. She worked in a salon in a small town in the south of Brazil, as a hairdresser. She was a sucker for good documentaries like me, and we started sharing the list of docs that we had watched. Rick would crack a joke or two in between, and we would all laugh. Man, she had such an infectious laugh, and when she laughed, it made her even more charming. So after an hour of shooting the shit, we talked about our plans that day. I had no plans and, finally, we all zeroed in going to old Delhi and red fort. I told her that I could pay for her today and she can pay me back tomorrow if she gets some money through the ATM or when her friend comes, who was supposed to come with a wad of dollar bills. At this point, I had this instinct that I would get my money back, sooner or later. And if not, It would just be a letdown. It was not like I was gonna buy her the whole bar. She was really thankful for it. We hung out the nearby red fort, and Rick did a little shopping. We went to the Jama mosque in the afternoon. We would talk about all kinds of things, laugh like old friends and, at times bullshit her. She was so easy to bullshit. Then we would let her know that it was a lie. In all, it was a good, relaxing day and we all bonded well. In the evening, we all had dinner in Karim’s. They loved the place and if you have been to Karim’s, you know what it is. The next day, I went to meet an old friend during the day. I have her 1000 rupees in cash, like an allowance ( I used that term and we started laughing) and then the two of them went to Hauz Khas. I caught up with them in the evening. We would bullshit her again, and she would laugh more than the other day. Sometimes, she would push me or Rick and tell us to stop it. I never thought this pushing thing and the touching were in any way sexual. Some girls are just too friendly. Guess, I was wrong. We ate in some cheap food joint and went to this bar there to have a couple of drinks. Rick had his flight at 2 am I guess, so he left for the airport after a while. We stayed in the bar and talked. This is the conversation we had afterward. She: I am having such a good time here. Seriously. Without you, it would have been such a drag. I don’t know how to thank you. Me: Well, maybe someday, I will find myself in Brazil and they would have banned some currencies, and I will knock on your door. She: Ban or whatever, you can just come over to my house. Any day you are then, just give me a buzz. We are friends now. Me: I appreciate it. At this point, the server served beer again. I raised my glass and said: cheers to a new friendship. We started talking about stuff again. I told her that I had done a road trip with 2 strangers for a week in the USA, and she was all ears about that. She asked me how I had met them and if anything unpleasant happened, you know, those sorts of questions. She had tried her luck in singing while in high school, and we talked about that. The kind of people she didn’t like, the kind of people I hated, the worst days of our lives, the worst dates ever- that sort of thing. She told me how she was with some guy for a year before she discovered that he was married. She: It just made me hate every man for a while. This guy who was so caring and loving in so many ways, in the end, was a cold liar. I don’t know what guys get out of it. Where does it take them? I didn’t say anything. She: you are not married, are you? Me: Yes, I have been married for 3 years now. She: really? (looking in my eyes straight) Me: Yeah, and I have a little boy of 2. He has just started talking and he can even play a little piano. (With a straight face) She: You look so young. I had never imagined you to be married. Me: Well, what can I do? I just got the girl pregnant and then I had to do it. She took a big gulp of the beer and sat quietly. I couldn’t take it anymore and started laughing out loud. Man, she was so easy that it wasn’t even fun anymore to bullshit her. She got it and then she started hitting my shoulder and started saying something in another language, perhaps Portuguese. We sat right next to each other, in one of that booth kinda seats in the bar, and when her hitting continued, I just held her hand gently and looked in her eyes. I guess, I hadn’t noticed. She had such beautiful green eyes, like charming as hell. How could I have missed that? I didn’t let go of her hand even though the moment was over, and held on to it for a while. She didn’t take it away either, and after a while, I kissed her cheek in a real friendly way. She didn’t react the first time. Then I did it a few times. I would just lean my head, kiss her cheek and come back to my position. She started blushing. I love girls when they blush. I continued this kind of kissing for a while, until she moved a little close to me, after which there was just so much tension. I held her head gently, stroking her hair and reached for lips and pressed mine. The taste of her lips gave me a boner right away. I ran my fingers through her hair, from her head to her shoulder blades till her back, and kissed her slowly, taking my time. I love to start slowly and take it from there. She responded back. And soon, she was one kissing me. It was like she initiated it, not me. She was a good kisser. She would just take one of my lips at a time and suck on it, while her fingers would roam all over my back. Once a minute, we would stop and gasp for air and go back to kissing. We had no idea who the hell was watching or judging or whatever. We had to kiss then and there, kiss like there was no tomorrow. Well, who am I kidding? After all, it was India and we knew our limits. So, we stopped after a while and finished our drinks. I thought we could go back to the hostel and she could just change to my room, citing some issue or just spend the night in my room, as it was only me then. We hailed an uber cab to go back to the hostel. The cab driver was this old, skinny, reticent guy- the sort who wouldn’t poke his nose into your affairs and keep his distance. I got that feeling the moment we got inside. And, for sure, we were a little tipsy. The insides were dark enough. So We continued smooching and started some tongue action. She could just eat me out, the way she would press her lips all over my face and then just suck my tongue for a minute. Way longer than any girl ever sucked my tongue. And, way better. And, all the while, her hands would roam inside my t-shirt. At times, I would pull her a little closer, feel the swell of her breasts on my chest and she would just give out this soft, sweet moan, like ‘mmm’. Just the sound of that moan was enough for me to rip off her clothes and mine, and do it, right there. The driver never looked behind. The whole trip should take us like 30 minutes or so. I got a little courage and made her sit in my lap. Her hair smelled great, like jasmine or something. That just made me crazy. I slid my right hand under her blouse and felt her stomach. Her skin was smooth as hell. I kissed her shoulder blades, her neck and caressed her hair with my left hand. I would look every now and then in the driver’s direction. I couldn’t have asked for a better driver for that uber ride. That guy was just great. I continued kissing on her neck, while my fingers felt her midriff and her ass rested on my thighs. We both had jeans on. Still, I could feel the heat. She took my left hand in hers and our fingers were laced tight. I kept on kissing her neck, her shoulder, her hand, her cheek, her lips. At one point, I started kissing her ears, and that was when she went crazy. She started breathing like she couldn’t take it anymore. I had to press my palm on her mouth so that the driver wouldn’t hear it. Although, at this point it was impossible that he had no idea what was going on in the back. She moved away a bit from my lap, to sit close to me and grabbed my hard-on while I went on chewing her earlobes and kissing right below the ear. I moved my hands to cup her breasts and oh my god, it was like my penis would just spring out of my pant. It was just awesome. And, I was like, if it felt this good to touch them under the clothes, what would be it like when I could suck them and hold them to my heart’s content. I whispered this in her ears. She reacted by moving her hand in my pants and grabbing my penis like. December wasn’t cold anymore when her warm fingers started stroking my penis gently. In between all this, we reached the hostel. We got out of the car and walked straight to the hostel without fooling around. The hostel had the topmost 2 floors of that 4-storied building and the roof where people could hang out. We took the stairs, and as soon as I went into my room, I found I wasn’t the only one there anymore. One of the beds was occupied by another girl, who was checking something on her laptop. She probably had checked in that day. I just said hi, utterly disappointed. I texted Zara and let her know. We had the only option left if we wanted to do it that night. We had to find a hotel and check out. This was not without its risks. It was almost 1 or so. Finding a hotel online, then finding one that would allow unmarried couples book a room, getting a cab, packing all our stuff- it was no walk in the park. Damn, I should have thought better, I thought to myself. I took a warm quick shower and changed into pajamas, and lay on my bed and started thinking about all that had happened that night. And, got a boner. I should have jerked off while taking a shower, I thought. Now, I just didn’t feel like it. But this boner was just killing me. To take my mind off, I started reading some shit on my phone. Some news and all. That’s when Zara pinged: want to come to the common bathroom on the roof? How come that didn’t cross my mind? Damn. So the hostel had 1 common bath on each floor and 1 on the roof. There were only 2 small rooms and a kitchen on the roof, and to my best knowledge, only one those rooms were occupied. And, all the rooms had their own private bath, so the chances of someone getting out to use the common bath on this cold, winter night was really slim. So, I went up first, checked out the surrounding a bit, and asked her to come up. We went into the bath together and from there, there was no stopping us. She had changed into shorts and a loose top, which I took off in no time. She kept on saying things in English and Portuguese as I smooched her and sucked her tongue. I slid my hand into her shorts and felt her ass. I would never forget to caress her hair while kissing. At the same time, I would press and pinch her gently on her ass, while my rock hard cock was pressed against her groin. In between, we would look into each other’s eyes, which would make us hornier, and go at kissing again. I kissed her lips, her cheek, her earlobes, her neck and took her top off. It was too cold, so she put on her jacket and left the zipper open so that I have all the access I want and she would not freeze or something. Oh my, God, she was gorgeous. I have always been a boobs man, and she had the perkiest, perfect sized boobs. It wasn’t too big that you can’t hold on to it. It wasn’t too small that you can take the whole thing in your mouth. No extra oodles of fat, no sagging. They were everything you could ask for. It was really fascinating. I kept on staring at them for a while. She: you are making me feel so shy. Me: I just love them. How could I not notice before? I am so dumb. She said something in Portuguese, and I held both them gently, pinning her to the wall. Then I kissed her earlobes over and over while caressing her boobs. Once in a while, I would take my right hand and gently brush her clit. She would shriek and say something alien, and moan that ‘mmm’. Then I would take my hand out and she would suck on my fingers. We would do this time and again, and take breaks to kiss each other, and I would run my fingers through her hair. I love caressing women’s hair, and I guess I am pretty traditional when it comes to hair. I like it when it falls below her shoulder or beyond. She noticed this at one point and said that no man had ever touched her hair like that. No man had ever made her feel wanted like THIS. I smiled at this and started kissing all over her boobs, but the nipples. I would wantonly draw warm breath and puff it out on her nipples, giving her the idea that I was gonna suck them. But later, I would just move. I wanted to tease her. I wanted it to come from her that she wanted to be eaten. And she couldn’t take it anymore. She took my face and pressed it on her boob. I took her nipple in my mouth and rolled my tongue around it, slobbering it with my saliva, while my hand lowered her shorts a little and played with her clit. I went from one boob to the other one, and as soon as I took it in my mouth, she came. That was such a beautiful moan. She started breathing heavily and I stayed calm, nibbling at her and pressing my fingers on her clit. After a minute or two, she was back in the mood again. She: I never got this kind of attention from any man. You made me feel so desired, so wanted. I had never had an orgasm without penetration. Thank you so much. Me: I am glad to know that. You are welcome. She: Well, now it is my turn. I sat on the commode, and she slid my pajama down to my knees. She pushed it to my feet, but I was too cold. So, I pulled it up. As soon as my dick was out in the open, she took a deep breath and stared at it, the same way I stared at her breasts. She: It’s beautiful. Me: Come on now, stop messing with me. She: no I am serious. Està bonito (It’s gorgeous, she later explained me). Just the way she looked was such a turn on. It felt really good, and a little funny because no one ever said that before. I didn’t even know that you could say that to a cock. Then she kissed me on my lips and played with my hair. She would suck my lips one by one like before and look me in the eyes. I would lock my eyes on her. I love the eye contact. It makes the whole thing even more enjoyable. And whenever we locked eyes, we knew that we were so close to each other on an emotional level, and not just physical. The kind of connection we had, didn’t happen to me in recent past and it was so great. She kissed my cheeks and my neck and ran her fingertips along my shaft. It made me horny as fuck and my penis twitched all the time she did that. I was still a little nervous about anyone checking on the bathroom. So, I would keep a watch outside the bathroom and try to hear any sound or anyone approaching the bath. I just wanted to be careful, not to get into any trouble. She went down to my nipples and kissed them. She really liked that I had no hair. I kept on stroking her beautiful, soft hair while she did all that. Then finally, she touched the tip of her tongue on the head of my cock. Man, this girl knew what she was doing. That just sent a shudder through my body, like I would fall off the commode. I reached out and held her boobs again, and she kissed around my penis. I had shaved a week back. So, while, it wasn’t clean, it did look clean. With the tip of her tongue, she ran a line from behind my balls to the beginning of the shaft, until she reached the head. She did this a few times and then took my penis in her mouth. That feeling, when a girl gives you a head, when she takes it in for the first time- it is just fucking awesome. Every guy who has gotten a good oral, knows what that is. It is fucking awesome. She slobbered my penis over with her saliva, then stroked it with one hand while half of it remained in her mouth, with a loud slurping sound. The sound itself was so awesome. I let her go at her own pace while running my fingers through her hair fondly. I never try to push a woman and mouth fuck her, never the first time and not until I know her sexual preferences clearly. I just like a woman to do things at her own pace and take it easy, and then take a step further. She stopped after some time and turned her attention to my balls. She held them and started rolling them against each other in a fond, gentle way. Then she licked my shaft again and took one ball in her mouth all the way. She bit me a little in the process. Nevertheless, it was so good! The feeling of that warmth around my balls, that wetness drove me crazy inside. The great connection that we had, after all, transformed into such great pleasure. At this point, I think I heard someone’s footsteps. Maybe, someone wanted to smoke. I signaled her to not make any sounds and waited a bit. It came closer. So I stood up, and pressed the flush. I kept on sitting on the commode and waited patiently for the person to leave. Zara was a little scared too. I made her sit on my lap and played with her boobs and kissed her shoulders. After 2 minutes or so, the person walked away. We could hear the footsteps going down the stairs. I was semi-erect by then. This small break and scare had made me a little nervous inside. I kept on kissing her cheeks and behind her neck, and after a while, she went back on her knees. She started all over again, licking my balls and salivating my penis. She stroked my penis until it got hard again. I was worried she might take it too fast now, but that wasn’t the case. She took it slowly, giving my hard cock all her attention. Just like, she loved all the attention she got, she knew how to give it back too. She licked the head, and sucked it for a while with that slurping sound, while her fingers played with my balls. Then she took my balls in her mouth again and I felt them growing in her mouth. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold on for too long. So, I decided to take a little break. I stood up and kissed her boobs. But, she wasn’t in the mood. She pinned me to the wall and made me stand, while she wants on her knees and started blowing my cock again. This time, she would take the whole length in and take it out in the air. She didn’t deep throat, but, she this was nonetheless the same thing. She rolled her tongue on the head and kept on sucking. As soon as, I got the feeling down there, I told her that I could come anytime. Should I take it out when the moment arrived? She nodded in denial and went on crazily, trying to suck the life out of my penis. The whole place was filled with her slurps. The night was so quiet and, even if it wasn’t, I am sure I wouldn’t have heard any other side at that time and place. She went on and on until I exploded in her mouth. I came over and over, for almost a minute or less and she swallowed every last drop. I cleaned my penis with water and pulled up my pant. She too put her t-shirt on. After that, she washed her mouth with some mouthwash that was there in the bath. I followed her lead and washed my mouth too. Then I just stood behind her, in front of the mirror, while our eyes remained locked on each other. I wrapped both my hands around her stomach and kissed her neck. We stood there silently, now really at ease. We both were smiling at each other. I kissed her cheeks again and told her how great she was. She kissed me back and told me that I was the best thing that has happened to her in a long time. Well, we haven’t done it all the way, I said. There is more to come. She started blushing again. We both wanted to do it there, however, by then, we were too cold and a little tired for sure. So, we decided to check out the day after and get a decent hotel. What happened next, is another story and a hot one at that. How I met her friend and all of us ended up sleeping together. Stay tuned. If you want to give me some constructive feedbacks, please feel free. It would help me write the next one better. I am gonna be in Hyderabad for 2 weeks from this story has been posted, after which I would go abroad again. If there is anyone, in a mood for some fun, please get in touch with me. I am always discreet in my endeavors and I would always treat you well and show you a good time. Email- [email protected]