Chapter 1: Out of the Frying Pan...
When I turned 18, I realized I was a bum. A huge bum. I had not gone to a single prom, never had a girlfriend, never even left my own city by myself, even thought I had a drivers licence. I decided I wanted to do something big before I turned into an adult in a year. Which was why I applied at a volunteering service that would take me to volunteer in foreign countries.
I was thinking about going to Europe, meeting some hot British chicks and losing my virginity. However, I never thought the service would make me go to a run down, overpopulated, poverity-striken, disgusting country - India.
I was actually Indian, but was born in the US. My parents always said India was better than the US, even though it clearly was not. Obviously, they were absolutely amazed I was going to India, so they paid for a first-class seat and everything, so no backing out now.
The plane ride was amazing, but it was my last touch with modernization, for sure. No more pleasure for me - or so I thought.
I was supposed to be volunteering at a small town called Madirsapoor, a farmer-run region. I supposed I would help out with collecting crops and other farming. What a bummer.
I decided I needed to pick up some comfort items from the airport, before I left for the town, so I picked up lotion/lube for jerking off if I got bored. Then I got in a bus, smelly and humid. I took off my jacket and only had skin tight shorts and shirt, that because of the heat, outlined my abs and my 7-inch cock inside my shorts.
The bus ride was an astonishing 4 hours, but it crossed into nighttime, and I had cooled off. I stepped off the bus and found my way into the lobby of the bus station where I had to find my escort to the farming service.
And this is the point where the whole trip changed.
My escort, holding a sign with my name, was a light skinned Indian woman, about my height. She was wearing an orange/maroon sari, with a matching blouse tightly around her amazing perfect round tits. She had a very pretty face, with long black hair. The bottom of her sari was also very tightly worn, and I could clearly see that she wore no underwear underneath, just a tight pussy and firm round ass.
Wow. Holy fucking shit.
“Uh- ha- hi.” I stammered, in awe. She said hello back, in a slightly Indian accent. I figured she had spent some time in the US, when she told me her name was Savita. She led me to a rickshaw, and I couldn’t stop staring at her back and her ass.
We got onto the rickshaw, and we starting chatting about ourselves. She told me she had lived in the US for three years, but moved back a year ago, and now was 27 years old. I told her she looked only 20, and she blushed. A young MILF, indeed.
I told her I knew Hindi, and we started talking only in Hindi from then on. Then, towards the end of the ride, I couldn’t stop staring at her cleavage. She quickly looked back, and caught me. I looked away in shame, but when I looked back at her, she was just smiling. I could feel my cock stirring slightly.
And then suddenly, the rickshaw went over a bumpy rock, and we jolted forward. Savita fell into my lap, her face close to my slight erection. She definitely noticed it, but got up and didn't say anything again.
We reached Savita's apartment. Since she was the correspondent for the volunteer organization for India, she always let the volunteers stay in her decent sized apartment.
She warmed up some food, and we didn't really talk much while we ate. Then I got my stuff and head into the guest room, and she noticed my lube.
"Is that... lube?" She asked, in Hindi. I nodded back slowly. I opened my mouth to say that I was going to use for my legs, but then she said something that I would have never expected: "If you need help... using it... don't hesitate to ask me." She gave a slight wink and went to her room.
I just ran into my room, and went into the bathroom. I was going to take a shower, since I had been so sweaty. I was so shocked from our talk and the events of the rickshaw ride, I forgot to lock the door. I closed my eyes and showered naked, my cock still erect from thinking about Savita.
And then I heard a slight moan, I looked to the entrance of the bathroom, and saw Savita's face. She gasped and shut the door. "What the fuck?!" I yelled. I should have been mad. A 27 year old cougar had spied on me, an underage highschooler, while showering naked. But instead, given the circumstances, I was quite pleased, and my cock got even more bricked up. I was 100% going to use that lube to jerk off tonight.
I got out of the shower, feeling as if I was in a fever dream. I never thought my day would go like this. I got ready in my room, and put on a blue shirt and blue shorts, no underwear.
Savita was waiting in the living room, and it seemed like she was waiting for me. "Uh, I'm gonna go to sleep now." I said, trying to avoid the fact she had seen me naked. She smiles naughtishly and said good night. I went into my room, ready to jerk off.
But I couldn't find my lube.
I searched and searched, but couldn't find it, then finally, Savita slowly entered my room. In her hands was my lube.
No fucking way.
"Looking for this?" she said. I slowly nodded, excited and nervous. I sat down on the bed, and so did she. "Aunties like me have to have some fun once in a while too, you know." She said in Hindi. She bit her lip. I couldn't breathe.
Her bra was partially undone from the back, and I noticed her sari where her pussy was, was wet.
And then she kissed me, her tongue inside my virgin mouth, with my virgin dick springing to a full erection, ready and waiting.
