Indian sex stories

Sunita gazed out over the Arabian Sea, feeling the faint breeze against her face - eyes shut, the white sand warm between her bare toes. The place was beautiful beyond belief, she felt thrilled as she remembered the last time she had been here.

She had married Sunil right here on this spot three years ago to the day. Dressed in a simple white shift dress, miniature white roses attempting to tame her long dark curls, Sunita had been happier than she had ever thought possible.

Sunil was even less formal but utterly irresistible in creased summer trousers and a loose white cotton shirt. His dark hair slightly ruffled and his eyes full of adoration as his looked at his bride to be. The justice of the peace had read their vows

as they held hands and laughed at the sheer joy of being young, in love and staying in a five star resort on the Goa Beach. They had seen the years blissfully stretching ahead of them, together forever. They planned their children, two she said,

he said four so they compromised on three (two girls and a boy of course); where they would live, the travelling they would do together - it was all certain, so they had thought then. Three years to the day and they had returned,

though this time not for the beachside marriages the island was famous for but for one of its equally popular orgies. Sunita let out a sigh that was filled with lust. What could she do but come here find new people to give new life to their sexual life?

How could this beautiful place, with its lush green coastline, eternity of azure blue sea and endless sands be a place for the orgy she felt now? The man stood watching from the edge of the palm trees. He couldn't take his eyes of the dark-haired woman

he saw standing at the water's edge, gazing out to sea as though she was waiting for something - or someone. She was beautiful, with her slim figure dressed in a loose flowing cotton dress, her crazy hair and bright blue eyes not far off the colour of the sea itself.

It wasn't her looks that attracted him though; he came across many beautiful women in his work as a freelance photographer. It was her loneliness and intensity that lured him. Even at some distance he was aware that she was different from any other woman he could meet.

Sunita sensed the man approaching even before she turned around.. She had been aware of him standing there staring at her and had felt strangely calm about being observed. She looked at him and felt the instant spark of connection she had only experienced once before.

He walked slowly towards her and they held each other's gaze. It felt like meeting a long lost friend - not a stranger on a strange beach. Later, sitting at one of the many bars on the resort, sipping the local cocktails they began to talk.

First pleasantries, their hotels, the quality of the food and friendliness of the locals. Their conversation was strangely hesitant considering the naturalness and confidence of their earlier meeting. Onlookers, however,

would have detected the subtle flirtation as they mirrored each other's actions and spoke directly into each other's eyes. Only later, after the alcohol had had its loosening effect, did the conversation deepen.

He led her to his hotel room. She sat on his lap and put her head on his chest. He was lying on a sofa. Their lips met and they both were lost for a long long time. He then, slid his hand under her dress to find has bra hooks and opened them.

He cuddled her breasts for quiet sometime, kissing her face all the time. She stood up and stripped herself free from the dress. She stood there like Maryln Moonroe.. sexy, hot siren. He undid his pants and freed his manhood.

She Sat on his lap again, this time taking his penin straight into her vagina. He put his lips on her pink nipples.. The moved on in rhythm till finally they had most sexiest orgasms of their lives. Yes I am Sunita… and this is happened to me, just last month, on our trip to Goa.