Fitness, first thing in the morning… Haven’t been around half a year… To a great surprise, he is still here. Interesting. I never paid attention to him too much, **** another guy working out, a bit funny though…wearing jeans in the gym?! But I admit, I have been sneaking after him…Simply put, he so …. charming, but most of all – black. His curly long hair always in a pony tail, his eyes are black, his skin is a bit olive brown… And those eyes, sexy look, ah, so sexy… Have seen him around on the bike (we both study abroad), and it seems he recognized me after awhile.. I mean, in the gym those who work at similar hours we at least say few words, greet ourselves in the streets out of gym. His eyes started looking for mine, a woman feels that, and it was mostly my merit for this. I decided to go on a hunt. Soon he became the top priority of my daily thinking and I knew that my studies would hurt if i would not do something out of it, if I would not conquer him. I am very sexy, thanks to several years of active running and other few years of work out in the gym, and – a woman as I am – I know that, I am aware of that and I know when and how to distract man’s mind. This way I was sure that at the end I will get him; the only obstacle would be if he would be in a relationship…well, then I would focus on someone else. Here, where we study in international community, where students are coming from all over, there’s many hot guys, really. Mostly I have found very sexy the Indians, like this target of mine. Indian guys are black, their skin is either brown or olive brown, their hair is dark and curly, their eyes are black and this combination can turn out sometimes really deadly. I cannot imagine get caught with him in a lift in case of electricity shortcut (though it’s a option, later on this one). South Americans are sometimes also sexy, but in a different way, these are more conservative, cute Christian guys, while Indians have a deadly look, their black image speaks of huge concentrations of testosterone, grrrr…. Africans? Well,… I admit they have never been a matter of real scrutiny to me… There is one Ethiopian guy, Teddy, he is really cute,.., well he got caught in the lift…unfortunately alone… And it took about half an hour to get him out. Half an hour is enough time ;). You know what I mean. So…back to my Indian target. I don’t know girls how to tell you, but he-really-is-worth-to-bite. He gives impression of aggressive bachelor, of a single warrior, … Enough to make a girl dream. Ah, one more thing, he is short, he must be a head shorter than me. Well, this does not matter to me. What matters is that he became my target and I wand to and will taste it! One day after long study I went out to the balcony, I live quite high in floor 17. I leaned on the fence and enjoyed the wind… Suddenly I have noticed someone below, on the fence, floor 16. It was him. I immediately moved back and winningly said to myself ‘ok, here you are, you even live a floor beneath me’. This was a stupid move, since he didn’t know what is on my mind. Well, since my detection of a target, I was focused on my gym and seeing him there, since to establish contact it would be the easiest way to do it there. One Saturday morning, fresh and full of energy, I walk in the gym, not many people there, and … he was there. With his two friends. Okay, time for action, to prepare terrain. I did some warming up, sneaking on him, and have noticed that he has spotted me. Okay. He knows i am here. Since I work with the free weight, that was also his terrain. Head up, self confident I walked there and smiled at him and his friends. I needed the weight of 6 kg, but those were in his hands….you can imagine my hormones started working in a higher gear. He saw I wait and hesitate, so he asked me if I need those. ‘Yes, but finish and then I’ll take them’. Rečeno, storjeno. I started my work out and have noticed his friends moved to the other side of the gym, so we were left alone in the free weight part. Tha was a clear sign – when man sends his buddies away. ‘You are early today?’ I asked. ‘Well, some change… You are always this early?’ Uf, he is interested in me, that’s a good sign. Standard questions followed, like why I as a woman work out, what do I want to achieve, and i was straight ‘because I feel good this way, I feel sexy and I feel attractive’. This confession shocked him a bit, but I quickly added that I like to be straight. He smiled… For the first time rough, sexy, dark face smiled and changed colors. ‘How about you?’ Later on I found out that he was Indian, his name Ganesan or Ganeš. ‘Hindu God, one of many, right?’ ‘Yes, how do you know that?’ ‘The one with elephant head.’ ‘Indeed, where are you from?’ Kaj čem mu razlagat zdaj, kje je Slovenija, pa saj ne bo vedel. Well, I explained where my country was. I felt things were going well, so I wanted to push it up a bit ‘We live in the same building, right?’ ‘Yes, I have seen you around. Which floor?’ ’17’ ‘Really, which corridor?’ ‘A’ ‘No way, I am 16 A, so I live one floor beneath you’. Yes, you do, I thought and I already know that. Then he invited me to come to an Indian dinner, that evening they were cooking some Indian food and I saw his room. They spoke English because of me, but switched to Indian soon, but I was not bored. Naughty thoughts were on my mind, like…this is his bed, here is where he spanks the monkey, how would it sound to make love with him in this room. I was observing him and …. our eyes got caught. Now it was the time for female tactics number … well, there are many out there. I kept on looking at him, gave him a hungry look, it was the circumstance, so I dared, was not ashamed, and I knew that things have gone already far since the morning. Suddenly I looked down in an innocent manner and back up to check on him, he was still there, still looking at…. If I only could at that very moment, I would fall in his arms. By the way, in the gym he never wears t shirt, always long sleeves, so I was dying of seeing his body. He has seen mine, since in the gym I wear only fitness bra and running trousers. There was electricity in the air for few moments, I felt I could come in those moments. All the thoughts, all the dreaming, the desire and hornyness, his horny look, hungry look, look of a conqueror, all together have moistened me in a moment. God, I said to myself, how is it to make love to a Hindu guy, to an Indian? Well, by then I knew that it was **** a matter of moment. We both were hungry and it turned out obviously that it was not only me who spotted him, but he did this as well long before.
By now I, we needed to get rid of his friends, so I needed a new tactics. I took a piece of paper and wrote him ‘I’d like to know you better, so I’d like to speak to you later on today’. I apologized to the company and moved toward the door, leaving. I was looking at him, telling him to come to the door. He did. By now I we got caught close to each other and he stepped outside in the corridor and closed the door behind him. We were alone outside, I was so nervous, so I smiled like a 15 year old girl. I felt even a bit ashamed, I felt betrayed, caught. I was even thinking of not giving him the paper. But….the hell, I am horny and my desire for him, his body has finally reached the climax and I cannot stop anymore. He also smiled at me nervously and that was a sign. ‘Will you come again…I mean…?’ Opa, now it’s the time to give him the paper. So I **** reached to his hand and gave him the paper.. ‘I wrote you something’. ‘Okay, thanks’ He seemed a bit disappointed, maybe he thought he screwed up. I turned around and left, I knew he would read the note before I would disappear from the corridor. At the door I turned around and I saw him reading the note and looking at me…with a shy smile. That’s it, the spider came to the net, now – let’s close the net. I rushed one floor up, to my room, to prepare myself. I took one more shower and washed my hair…to let him know I am fresh and, most of all, ready. It didn’t take long, well less than an hour, the bell was ringing. It must have been around 1 in the morning. I opened the corridor door and…he was there….in all his sexy beauty he was there. I immediately became moist, my heart started to beat, my breathing became deeper and faster as he walked toward me. I asked him to go to his room, since I saw interesting pictures on the walls and would have some questions about them. ‘Yes, sure, why not’. By now we were very well aware of each other and the fire and tension in the air and we both knew that the morning would be different than the morning before. We came to his room, he locked as we entered and for me this was a clear sign that I am in his territory, I **** needed to know that. As a woman, I needed to be dominated by him. ‘What do you drink?’ ‘**** water’ ‘Sport girl…are you serious?’ ‘Yes, I usually drink water’ ‘The food was good’ ‘Thanks’ There were different pictures on the wall, mostly of Hindu Gods and I have picked up the Ganeš, the one with elephant head. ‘Ganeš’, I said. I did this so with my back against him, so that he could approach to me from behind. I even let him be behind and get my attention, I wandered what would he do. ‘What do you wanna talk about?’ At that moment I was not sure anymore if i would talk, I **** wanted him to grab me and give me a good ride. But we needed an introduction before, so I was straight. ‘How do Hindu men make love to their women?’ He smiled, it seemed nothing could surprise him anymore, he was prepared. Totally. ‘Well, depends, do you wana hear or try?’ ‘I’d like to know.’ We discussed a while about kamasutra and tantra, about indian way of making love, relationship between man and woman… Things **** didn’t move, so I asked about famous Indian massage. He reacted with a great relief ‘I am good in it, let me show you’. Uf, finally we are moving there. He touched my hand, I closed my eyes and have spontaneously let a deep breath fill my lungs…it was that horny yawn that must have been noticed. I felt I was getting more and more aroused, till he finally reached my neck and gently moved my hair from the neck so that he could pet it, fondle it. He moved behind my back and gently massaged my neck, my eyes were closed, my senses sharpened…and his breath and his voice, his whisper were slightly touching my left ear. I moved my head to the right, and he took a bit, he slightly kissed my neck, my left ear, and all I remember and was aware of in that moment beside silence and timelessness, was his breathing, deep, heavy breathing, that moistened my….my ear. I lifted my left hand and touched his face, brought it closer to my ear… He took my hand to his and started kissing it, on the tips of my fingers I felt his kisses, his tongue. I didn’t want that moments to stop… ‘Come, I’ll massage your back’ We moved on his bed, our eyes got caught… He lit up some candles and turned off the light. I **** sat there and looked at him. ‘Let me help you to take your shirt of, then I’ll massage your back’ I was like made of rock, I **** wanted him to touch me, to spoil me,… We looked at each other as he reached for my shirt and pulled it up, on half way he stopped, there was **** a moment to uncover my breasts… But he stopped and looked at me for a moment, I looked at him. God, he was beautiful, he was a God himself. Before finally taking of my shirt, he touched my face and I touched his… Our fronts came closer, our lips and …all we could was deep breathing… I started kissing him on his cheeks, eyes, his front, he left himself to be fondled, I caught his lips and started kissing them, he waited, didn’t return the kiss…so I moistened them with my tongue, gently and slowly… He opened his lips a bit and I could feel the tip of his….of his tongue, the tips of our tongues met and started exploring each other… I needed more air, so I took a deep breath, while I opened my mouth to do so, he reached with his tongue deep into my mouth… The spill over happened, we have been kissing wildly and hastily, it felt so good, it almost made me shed tears. I sat into his lap and our bodies have melted to one… There was no windbreak anymore between us, he took off my shirt and after seeing my tits he breath out with relief and closed his eyes, turned his head upward. I started kissing his neck and let him know that I was on my way down. I have slightly pushed him to lay on his back and he took off his shirt. He was left there only with – jeans and I took a moment to evaluate his worked-out body. He was structured really good, God what a body, mmmm He laid down on his back and took me up on him…. I sat on his lap and caressed his breasts, worked out to perfection due to the bench press, I admired his abdominal 6-pack and was really surprised….I have expected less perfection, I admit. While sitting on his lap, I felt his penis going hard under me sitting on him. I started moving rhythmically and massaging his penis underneath me. His body started twisting and his hands reached to caress my breasts. I dropped to kiss him and he has put me on my back, it was his turn. He was tasting my lips, my tongue, my neck, my breasts, my nipples and while doing so, his hands were travelling all over my body. He came closer, kissed me, looked into my eyes, while his left hand reached behind my pants….I almost came when he touched my labia and my clitoris, even though **** cursory. ‘Ahhhhh, you are so wet, …, I am so horny for you… I have been looking at you for a long time and **** wanted you to be mine…’ He took his hand out of my pants and licked his fingers. I still wanted to go down and lick him, since this takes me off, takes my head off…. So I started opening his jeans and have let him know what I was up to. ‘Please, no…’ he refused gently. ‘Why not?’ I cried. I love to do that, it is important to me.. ‘Yes? We don’t do that’ he replied impatient. Well, for me it is very important to take a penis into my mouth and let blow my mind away… ‘Do you wanna try? I wasn’t sure whether here was something religious or cultural, but have **** speculated that a man cannot say no. ‘Well,….’ he was hesitating. ‘Listen, I don’t wanna push you if you don’t feel like, but …’ Ššššššš, he let me not speak and let me go and do it. I kept eye contact with him, I was looking at him, took his penis in my right hand and kissed him gently, I immediately noticed he was circumcised… He reacted really strongly, so I moved away… ‘No, no, don’t stop, please, please….’ He was breathing deeply and it seemed in pain… It was a pain to overcome his personal hindrance, while his fears were melting while his penis was disappearing in my mouth… I worked him out good… He was about to come, I felt… So he stopped me and we were kissing awhile… ‘Listen, I wanna try to’… ‘we don’t do this, but it’s great, what did you do to me…’ I laid back on my back an have let him take my pants of, he dived in between my legs and gave me a good blow, even though I could feel it was a first time for him. ..I almost came and have let him know to slow down and …come on me.. ‘No, standing up, that’s how I like it.’ I didn’t object, I like it too that way. I soon figured out why he liked it, he pushed me hardly to the wall and found the way with his penis to my vagina…and all his prime male testosterone raw senses came to the fore… And I like it that way… but he was not violent at all… He trusted into my vagina, kissing me widely and I felt I was losing the ground… We moved on the table, where I could hug him with my legs around and press him hardly against me…. I have thrown myself back on the table, so that I could see his worked-out chest and his dark eyes in expectation of the climax…. He caressed my clitoris and …. I started losing myself, it took me far away,… all I remember was him saying me something… I felt so exhausted and was slowly coming back and the next moment I felt his hot, really hot cum he was hosing down on my belly…. There was a lot of cum and my face, my hair and my neck and my breast were all sprayed around from his cum. It was hot, very hot… At the end of cumming, he leaned his penis on my vagina, slightly hitting me…. He was exhausted too, it took him down to sit and relax, while I was still lying on the table and his cum was cooling of on me… this brought me back to the reality as it started cooling me and I felt cold…. He brought a towel, we cleaned of his cum from my face, my neck, all over and he took my hand and we went to bed…. We lied down next to each other, gently kissing, slightly fondling as if we were strangers no more. And we weren’t…after what **** happened, we were strangers no more….

….komu se te da to brat………….

Piši v Slovenščini,nisem ne v Angliji in ne v Ameriki.