By Roshni Varsha

Anthony came to New Delhi on a business trip and had allotted in his schedule, time to relax and go about the great city. He had always been intrigued by Indian women. Their deep chestnut eyes, magnificent manes and beautiful tanned skin. There was a great mystery about them. How they covered their bodies and faces with magnificent Saree's and veils. That was enough to make a man's mind wander to places it probably shouldn't go. Not knowing that he was about to delve into the mysteries that have haunted his thoughts on a more erotic level... he proceeded about his day. Visiting temples and various market places. Picking up souvenirs for family back home in Georgia.

Anthony was single and in his upper 40's. A remarkable looking man who always got what he wanted. Wealthy and Italian. A deadly combination for most women.

Walking thru the market-place he caught a glimpse of the most stunning creature he had ever seen. It was no souvenir, but a young Indian girl. She caught him looking at her and smiled shyly thru the veil and turned away from him, making her way slowly thru the crowded streets. Looking back on occasion to see the magnificent man. She was as deeply intrigued by him as he was by her. He noticed her glancing back in his direction and he wondered if that was a signal from this girl to follow her. Making payment for the purchases, he tucked the tiny trinkets in his back-pack and began to follow the girl. Slowly, not too obvious.

He noticed she had made a turn down an alley and he followed her. Crowds were every where though and he was so afraid of losing this beautiful girl he sped up his pace a bit. Looking around and not seeing her, he felt as though his heart had sunk.

Just then he caught a glimpse of sparkling sequins which had adorned her Saree. She stood out like a diamond in mine filled with coals. She stood still allowing him to come closer still. Gazing away from him and looking casually at items that were on the table before her. Knowing that she had waited long enough to let him get a little closer she continued on her way. He couldn't take it any more and began to pick up the pace a bit, careful not to lose her. He knew she was taunting him. She made her way inside the Ramakrishna temple, which was filled with worshippers and tourists. Going thru corridors he followed her ever so closely. Only a few tourists separated the two. He hurried past them and put his hand on her slender forearm. She quickly turned stunned of such forward behavior. She game him a completely innocent look that took him aback. She took his hand and led him into an empty room.

"My name is Sarika", she said shyly thru the veil. Gazing into his eyes which were bluer than she had ever seen before.

"I'm Anthony." he responded.

She could tell he was a man of affluence by the way he carried himself and the fine leathers.

He took off his back-pack and placed it on the floor and sat down on the stone edge of the opening that over-looked the city. The sun blazed down. The heat was starting to get to him.

She kneeled beside him and looked at his raven hair and reached out and ran her fingers thru his hair ever so slightly. He glanced at her and ran his hand over the small of her back. She lifted her veil and removed it from her head letting the sheer fabric fall to the floor. Sarika was absolutely magnificent. He leaned towards her and she met his lips with hers as they started kissing passionately in the temple. He ran his hands up over her back. The silky fabric of the Saree was light as a feather and he slowly removed it, baring her shoulders. Her bra was a deep lavender color which was made of lycra netting, giving the illusion of lace. Her large brown nipples had gone hard to his touch as he stroked one of breasts ever so slightly.

Reaching out to him, he felt her hand wandering down over his chest. She began undoing his shirt and ran her fingers over his well sculpted chest. Undoing every button and pulling his shirt out over his trousers and removed it from his shoulders.

He cupped her firm breasts in his hands and leaned down to lick at her nipples thru the fabric. Reaching around her he undone her bra and it fell to the floor in front of her. She gazed up at him shyly, as though seeking approval from him. He took her hand and it put it on his crotch. His cock was raging hard.

Sarika got on her knees in front of him and began to unzip his trousers and put her hand inside and pulled out his raging cock. Looking up at him with her big deep brown eyes she ran her tongue over his cock. Taking her first taste of a man.

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