Let me tell you about something that happened almost 18 years ago, in the days before WhatsApp. It was around 2009 and I was in the last stages of my career as an air hostess. I was 29 years old and had been working with Kingfisher Airlines since 2005.
Yes the same Kingfisher Airlines which later would go on to become infamous for its spectacular crash. The airline folded in 2012 when its owner went bankrupt, leaving thousands of employees without their pay. I was lucky to have resigned 2 years earlier in 2010 before the crisis broke. Shortly after that I joined a multinational company, blissfully unaware that I had just escaped by a whisker one of the biggest corporate collapses in Indian aviation history.
This story isn’t about my airhostess days, but my exhibitionist experience. I took one week off and went straight to home. It was first week of December and I was there in my house on the third.
When I entered Dad was lost in a deep conversation with James Fernandez.
Ah! James Fernandez. My Anglo Indian uncle.
My sudden entry surprised both of them. Dad never expected my arrival this morning, it was around 10:00 AM.
After the initial shock I kept my trolley bag in the corner and sat with them, listening their good old days in school, all the interesting memories.
They opted for different streams in college, but kept in touch and remained friends for eternity. James Fernandez was an Anglo Indian half Indian and half British. His grandfather was a British officer and mother was a Bengali women from India.
Interesting combination of a young British army officer falling in love with a voluptuous Bengali women.
The quarter Indian blood in him was a trigger to tour India. From his conversation it looked like he missed India and school days. But the real victim was his son Jimmy Fernandez. He introduced Jimmy Fernandez who was a 19-year old man pursuing a university degree in UK. A tall white guy with an Indian ancestry, who seemed depressed and bored.
Jimmy’s mother was a British women, and he was 10-years younger than me because the couple had a son after a long time.
So Jimmy was 3/4th British, with some Indian genes. He was a white guy tall and handsome in his late teens.
He was looking for an internet connection and there we had a BSNL connection for him, he wanted to check his yahoo account and some chat messages. So I escorted him to my bedroom and opened the desktop. I quickly left the place as he might prefer privacy.
After browsing for some time there was a sudden power cut. We were used to it, but Jimmy was frustrated; and showed his frustration by saying, “I hate this country.”
It was a sign that dad and James uncle should take him out. They will indulge in window shopping in the nearby mall, because dad loves this place, and would surely take them there. It was quite ironic that my communist dad would fall in love with the achievement of a capitalist society, also they will have a good lunch in a restaurant.
After they left within 10-minuted the light was on, and I was all alone in the apartment. I started the computer login to my facebook account, and wanted to check my yahoo account as well. But he was signed in the yahoo mail & chat. Quickly the messages popped and goodness gracious they were females. A couple of them send a request for cam thinking that he is online. One of them was from Romance group in Yahoo chat. I mean that is what they mentioned in chat.
The messages were kinky and most of the women were westerners from all ages, 20s, 30s, 40s and even 50s. Age wasn’t a bar for him, the only thing is the women should be ready to strip in-front of the cam.
I did not go into details of his chat history and took his e-mail and quickly log him out. I deleted the history and cache and logout of the computer.
In four hours they were back. Jimmy never liked the entire experience. India never appealed to this young man and the disdain for the country remained. Nothing changed with the outing. He quickly went to my room and opened the computer, and login to his yahoo messenger.
James and his son left and that night I was in my room thinking about him. He hated the country and it could be for innumerable reasons maybe cleanliness, hygiene, pollution, zero traffic sense, or power cuts. I don’t know the exact reason, but he hated this place.
The next day I went to the gym. After the gym I decided to stop by my friend’s apartment on the way back, since it was pretty close to my house. When I arrived, her mother was comfortably sitting on the sofa. I greeted her and sat down opposite to her.
My friend had gone to work half an hour ago, she told me.
My phone rang just then. It was Dad. He said he was going with Uncle James and that Jimmy would be home by himself, surfing on the computer.
For a moment I thought of rushing home. Then I decided to change my mind. Instead, I called my friend and asked if I could borrow her computer for a little while. She agreed easily.
I switched the computer on and quickly clicked the yahoo messenger icon. I was reluctant to add him to my messenger, but curious that he could be in Romance room. It was serendipity a great coincidence that happens rarely, I found him in that room. However, I was still hesitant to message him personally. So I hit the general room as he was continuously messaging there.
There you go bingo! He messaged me.
He said, “Hi Sue.”
I had two Yahoo email IDs. One was under my real name, Ann, and the other was under the name Surangita. My other email ID was Sue1110@yahoo.com. I was logged in with my other ID. There was no ASL or anything and most important he had no one to chat. It was late night in the USA and afternoon in the UK. So I was all he could talk to.
The chat went normal, but he was showing less interest, so I became a soothsayer for him and feigned him that I knew astrology. I could do prediction for him. That grabbed his attention.
He asked me about his place and I replied UK.
Then he asked me about his ethnicity. I said half Indian and half westerner, maybe English. He was amazed by my reply, not knowing that I know him.
After gaining his trust he gave me quick replies and showed interest in me.
He showed his disgust for India, and I asked him the reason.
He told about culture, people, but said something very interesting.
He said, “India is conservative.”
“How is it conservative?” I wondered out loud.
“In this part of the world, men and women do not talk openly about human sexuality,” he said. “Besides, they are hypocrites who sweep every conversation on sex under the carpet.”
“They have one of the biggest populations in the world, and still act like they don’t know where babies come from.”
I grinned and was enjoying the chat.
He said, “Anyways I’m using women’s computer who is my dad’s friend’s daughter. Strange country and stranger’s computer.”
Well! It was my computer, and I’m a stranger to him.
But I continued probing and asked what he thinks about the women.
He said, “Nothing”, he had not bothered to think about me.
He said again, “Her father was saying that she would celebrate her 30th birthday on the 11th of December.”
“OMG! 11th of December”, I replied.
In a curious way he said, “What do you mean.”
I explained to him that 11th of December falls under Sagittarius sun sign and they are… let it be.
“What is it about Sagittarius?” he became restless.
I was grinning at his curiosity, and he was attentive to my replies and waited expectantly.
I deliberately stopped and took some time to reply to enhance his curiosity.
Finally I replied, “Sagittarians are flirtatious, and exhibitionist.”
“Is she shapely or curvy”, I asked.
“Yes, perhaps she might be”, He replied.
I concluded that, “If she is curvy, then she is 100% exhibitionist. You will enjoy watching her naked, but do not get sexual as she might not like the idea of sex with you.”
I logged off from the messenger and shutdown the computer.
I said goodbye to my friend’s mother and left her apartment.
Phew! I did not want to have sex with this young lad because of pregnancy issues, and all the jarring things of buying pills etc. Besides, I had a great time and indulged in group sex with my colleagues in aviation industry with protection as none of them wanted to father a child. I mean I had my share of fuck and never desperate about sex with a 19-year old boy.
I rushed to my apartment and wanted to do something dirty and test him if he trust my prediction. I had the key and opened the main door and straightaway went to my room.
Jimmy was still on the computer and startled to see me. I smiled at him and said, “How was the day.”
In a low voice he replied, “Fine.”
When I entered the room he was ogling at me and gazing my body like a cold blooded anaconda observing his prey before latching on to it.
Mesmerized by watching my shapely body and full figure, the boy was acting like browsing the computer and stealing glances. I knew he wasn’t focusing on the computer screen, but his attention was on my movements. I loved the teasing and the anticipation, he was expecting something wild. And why not after the correct prediction from me his astrologer, why wouldn’t he expect something sexy that would make his day spicier.
I shocked him and sexually excited him that he never expected from me. I pretended that he wasn’t there and he was invisible; started removing my clothes in front of him.
He couldn’t believe that I was undressing, and froze for some time. He never expected this from an Indian women.
I removed my blue t-shirt and exposed my padded black sports bra which was covering the upper portion of my stomach. I stood there and he was mesmerized and casting sidelong glances. At times he would turn his head and watch me for a split second.
I wiggled my curvy figure and slowly slid down my track pants. They slid sensuously down from my waist to reveal my black Jockey underwear. I slipped out of the track pants and walked steadily towards the attached washroom. As I was walking away he kept eyes on me, watched my every move while I was just in my underwear. He watched my shapely ass protruding out of my jockey underwear; while I disappeared in the bathroom.
The gown was there in the bathroom I stripped naked removing my underwear and bra and started the shower. Playing with my big boobs, nipples, and thighs, caressing my sparsely haired mound fingering my clitoris.
The exposure to the young lad aroused me and badly needed stimulation to achieve orgasm.
The clitoris is a sensitive flower laced with a thousand whispering nerves that respond to the lightest touch. It can be the soft grace of fingertips, the tender caress of a hand, but often it is these subtle gestures that cause waves of pleasure, proving that the lightest touch can stir the deepest sensations.
Pleasure is strange and has its own language. I made slow circular motion back and forth with varying speed and pressure to build arousal. No vibrating toys or sex toys required as I was gently taping motion on my clit slowly building to orgasm, and speeding it up according to my wish.
I was enjoying the perfect rhythm. The pleasure that was emerging was like a cadence with a crescendo of joy, each gentle tap on my clit was sending waves of pleasure throughout my body ending up with a powerful climax. An unforgettable orgasm and a compelling climax.
This dream like state has to come to an end and in two minutes I came out of my reveries. I cleaned the soap with the water and dried myself with a towel. Quickly wore the full gown and walked out of the bathroom. I entered the room and he acted as if his eyes were on the computer screen.
I sternly said, “Don’t turn your head or look back. I’m changing my clothes”
I smiled and knew that he wouldn’t adhere to my instruction and try to look back.
I opened my gown slowly while he looked back and got a glimpse of my big breasts. I knew he was stealing glances, but it didn’t bother me. He could watch me naked, but the stern instruction were necessary so that he doesn’t make any sexual advances. Maybe try to get physical.
I removed the gown, and my shapely D cup breasts was on display. He secretly peeked at my naked body and saw my naked breasts. My big breasts exposed, and he watched them with his horny eyes. His horny brain envisioned my nude body and his imagination plus fantasy would conjure a unique persona of me. No wonder he would masturbate himself fantasizing my nude body. The interesting encounter that he would be carrying for the rest of his horny life. The memory of me that he would carry with him from India would be the naked encounter.
He would be thinking that India is not all bad with all the traffic jams, power cuts, crowded and dirty streets. And take the pleasant memories of my matured nude body. We had an age difference of 10-years, but it seemed like he loved every inch of my curvy naked body.
He wasn’t focusing on the screen and the computer went blank. The real striptease was happening behind him. I deliberately moved on the right side so that it is easier for him to get a view of my trimmed pussy. He saw the forbidden region between my legs and viewed my uncovered pussy. He seemed completely flabbergasted to see me in my birthday suit. I was beside my cupboard and pulled out a polythene bag carrying different underwear’s and bras.
I picked out a pink bra and French cut panty. Meanwhile, he couldn’t take his eyes off my naked body. At first I tried to act like I hadn’t noticed him staring. Then I looked at him and went “Shhhooo!” real loud and made him feel small. Turning away, he punched the Enter key of the blank monitor to bring the screen to life.
I quickly wore my bra & underwear and ambled to the dressing table to remove the towel tied to my hair and dry my hair. He again turned back and saw me in undies. After using the hair dryer I walked slowly to my cupboard and pulled out a blue jeans and round neck t-shirt. I wore them and left the room.
I know I was revealing my body and there was no modesty and morals associated with my shameless act. It was indeed shameless, but the act boosted my self-esteem and generated enough trust that he would not get physical. I found confidence and pleasure at the same time with this act.
The doorbell rang, and it was Dad and Uncle James. They had brought lunch, and from its spicy aroma, I could tell it was Chinese food. Jimmy reluctantly came out of the room. Dad looked concerned that the food might be too spicy for him, knowing that Jimmy didn’t like spicy food.
Before Jimmy showed any tantrums, I quickly intervened and said, “Don’t worry Jimmy would enjoy the Indian made Chinese food.”
With a mischievous grin, I said, “He’s missing a little spice in his life.”
We enjoyed heavy lunch, noodles, fried rice, and Manchuria. Jimmy gulped in enough water as he had no stomach for spicy food. After a sumptuous lunch our plates were clean, but poor Jimmy couldn’t finish the spicy food on his plate.
Jimmy frequently went to the toilet. Indian spice and his gastric juices might be in conflict. It ruined his bowel and in short intervals needed washroom.
Looking at his plight I quickly went to the nearby medical store and purchased Lomotil tablet, which would relieve him from diarrhea. It was a tiny tablet and he grabbed it and said, “thank you.” Gulped some water to swallow the tablet. He seemed desperate, and I took sadistic pleasure from his plight.
Hours went by dad and Uncle James were engrossed in the conversation, Jimmy was getting normal although he didn’t fully recovered. It was late in the evening dad and James uncle decided to leave the house, perhaps they are going to a posh bar for a drink.
While leaving dad instructed me to take care of Jimmy because he is not well.
I giggled inside and replied, “Don’t worry I’ll take care of him.”
I shut the door and went to my room. Jimmy was lying down on the bed. I know it was harsh but in a sharp tone I asked, “Are you okay.”
“Yes, the tablet is working. It is a magic pill.” He said confidently.
Giving him a sarcastic smile, I said, “At last something from India is working.”
I told him to get away from my room and to go to dad’s room where there are plenty of interesting books and magazine. He obliged to my demand and left the room.
I deliberately kept the door a little open; creating a space, as he might want to be a peeping tom. The memory of my naked body is fresh and it would compel him to spy on me.
I slipped out of my blue jeans and walked across the room wearing only my pink French-cut panty and a light blue T-shirt. As I walked, the hem of my T-shirt rode up slightly, revealing the waistband of my panties.
He was at the door and couldn’t resist. Lust overtook his senses and my nudity superseded dad’s library where he could gain knowledge. I knew he was there but pretended to ignore him. He was watching my movements. I was unembarrassed and unashamed ambling around the room displaying my pink panty. Not bothered to cover it. He must be thinking that I’m nudist and suitable for western beaches. A western women trapped inside an Indian body.
I deliberately walked towards the door and he quickly slipped to my dad’s room. I walked to the fridge and drank some water, then I walked to dad’s room to see my peeping tom.
I unabashedly asked, “You can use my computer.”
His eyes transfixed to my pink panty. Drooling my legs and curves, said, “Okay.”
And he entered my room while I had the entire apartment where I could move freely in my panty.
I kept thinking that he stared at my big tits, and saw my naked pussy, but haven’t seen my naked ass. I decided to go to my room. The moment I entered the room he stood-up like a good boy whose teacher have just arrived in the classroom.
I told him to sit down, and walked towards my cupboard. Took out the polythene bag and selected a black thong. But black thong on pink bra wouldn’t match. So I pulled out a black push-up bra which would certainly display my deep cleavage.
I removed my t-shirt standing in my pink bra and panty. He must have seen plenty of bikini clad women on beaches but never expected that this might happen in India. My casual stripping was beyond his expectation. I took off my pink bra and my huge tits was again on display. He couldn’t stop staring my areolas and erect nipples. And I was secretly enjoying showing my body.
I slid my pink panty and exposed my pubic region. His eyes were fixed to my trimmed pubic hair. I deliberately turned and bent to my waist to wear my thong. Now he must be staring at my shapely naked ass and the back of my silky smooth pussy. My thong strap was between my butt cheeks. I slip my arms through the straps and fastened the bra hooks. I adjusted the padding getting the natural lift.
There I stood in a black push-up bra and matching black thong. As I swayed my hips with slow, effortless confidence, my ass started vibrating, every movement seemed to hold his attention. The gentle rhythm of my stride only deepened the fascination for Jimmy, leaving him captivated by the sight before him.
He was hypnotized and mesmerized watching me amble in the room in thongs. I again opened my cupboard and took out my short shirt dress which was full sleeves and way above my knees. It was white contrasting to my thong colour. I wore it and left the room.
I went to Dad’s room and locked the door from inside, leaving Jimmy alone with his imagination. Whatever sexual fantasies he conjured about me were entirely his own. But I left nothing for imagination and showed every inch of my body.
A couple of hours later, Dad returned home with Uncle James and took Jimmy with them. There was apparently an auto-rickshaw strike, and they were fortunate to find one. Dad and Uncle James had arrived in that auto-rickshaw, and now Uncle James and Jimmy would use the same one to travel to the hotel.
That night I again login to my computer and randomly checked the yahoo messenger. There was a message by him.
He said, “Your predictions were accurate. That woman was quite promiscuous, and I felt tempted to sleep with her. I had almost made up my mind, but your advice proved invaluable, and I ultimately chose to go against my impulse.
The entire experience was shocking. I never expected an Indian woman to be so uninhibited that she would casually walk around naked in front of me. She made my stay in this otherwise disappointing country unexpectedly memorable. It was truly a unique experience. Perhaps she was an anomaly in that part of the world, but the encounter certainly made for an unforgettable journey.”
I laughed at his reply because he took me as an astrologer, but the exhibitionist experience was great.
