Mumbai Mix Ch. 01

Mark could see Kriti's brown skin blushing. "Stop it, Mark, you're being bad again."

"We're always bad together."

"I know, but...I have to go soon. Is this the last trip?"

Flying from Jeddah was one thing, coming from London another. "Probably, for now."

"Oh, so we really don't have long." Kriti looked genuinely disappointed, and although in a way Mark was pleased to see he could get that reaction from her, he felt powerfully that he didn't want to cause any pain to her.

"Just a tiny bit of time to be naughty," he said.

Kriti looked at him, her dark eyes glistening. "We could be a *bit* naughty," she said.

Mark felt incredibly, powerfully aroused, even though he realised that the reality was that there was no time or opportunity for anything.

"I have a taxi arriving in five minutes," Kriti said. "Rather than us having another fight over it," she smiled, "let's stand on the balcony together till it arrives."

She reached for Mark's hand as they walked through the bar, and Mark felt a wonderful surge of electricity at her touch. On the balcony they stopped, side by side, and Kriti rested her head on Mark's shoulder. He slipped his arm around her waist; she felt slim, and tiny, but also magnificent and awesome.

Kriti sighed. "So, now I have to go. Goodbye, for now."

"Bye." Mark held her hands.

"Well aren't you going to kiss me, you sweet English gentleman?"

Mark leant in, still - absurdly - unsure whether Kriti meant a peck on the cheek. But Kriti made sure that their lips locked, soft and tender, then increasingly passionate, her tongue darting in and out of his mouth in an expert way that both surprised Mark and aroused him enormously. Her breasts felt full and warm against his chest, and he felt sure she could feel the heat of his groin pressing against her.

There was the hoot of a car horn. Kriti pulled away. "That's me," she said simply, and walked away without turning back.

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On the flight back to Jeddah Mark pondered that, in one sense, he had flown all that way just for a kiss. And without any doubt, he knew that it had been worth it.

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The Jeddah negotiations dragged on for five long weeks, every moment that wasn't taken up with discussions being used to revise and refine terms.

Mark didn't trust the Saudi internet enough to say very much to Kriti, and although their emails were now frequent and close, they continued to feel frustratingly distant.

Worse, when Mark's work in Saudi was done, and he'd hoped maybe to be able to fly again to Mumbai, Kriti was herself away for the night. There was nothing for Mark to do except fly back to London. His heart, however, was somewhere else.

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Having gone straight to the office from Heathrow, at the back of Mark's mind was the opportunity at last to begin communicating openly with Kriti again. But he could never have expected the email that pinged into his Inbox only moments after he'd sat down at his desk.

"Just been to stay with my auntie. She thinks I've become very boring," Kriti had written, "and that I should travel somewhere interesting. So I told her that London might be an interesting place for me to visit ;) and so she's paid for my tickets :) I arrive tomorrow morning :) I know I haven't given you much time, but sometimes she changes her mind, and anyway I thought it was a naughty thing for me to do giving you so little notice ;) Any chance you'll be free for me at all?"

Tomorrow was Saturday. It didn't matter if the whole company was meant to work that weekend, Mark was going to be free.

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Their kiss at the airport was passionate and electric, but inevitably constrained by the hundreds of people standing around under the stark airport lighting. Kriti was suitably impressed by Mark's Range Rover, but the spacious inside meant that, though only inches apart, they were still somewhat distant.

It was only ten in the morning, and as their physical relationship was still at the very earliest stages Mark asked Kriti what she wanted to do for the rest of the day. "See London, silly, like I told auntie."

Unable to face the London traffic separated from Kriti by the Range Rover's transmission, Mark suggested an open-topped tour bus. She had nodded happily, almost childish in her excitement in seeing London.

They boarded the bus early, the top deck almost empty, and Mark and Kriti sat at the front of the bus, far from any other tourists. The London Transport-style seat for two had been designed to provide the maximum possible space for standing passengers, and the minimum possible space for people sitting. Pressed close to Kriti's body, Mark wouldn't have wished it any other way.

At first, they chatted about the sights, but, as the bus sat motionless on Park Lane, Mark whispered softly in Kriti's ear. "I can't believe you're here."

"I know. It's so naughty, isn't it?"

He put his arm around Kriti, feeling like a schoolboy on a first date, and she rested her head on his shoulder as she had on the Mumbai balcony.

"I think this is the naughtiest we've been," he said. "So far..."

"Ooh, you're being bad already, Mark." She snuggled in closer.

"You make me bad, Kriti."

"We're always bad together." She wriggled against him. "So are you being bad like you were in your office?"

It was certainly true that just this relatively innocent contact had made Mark's cock stiff. "Would you like that?"

"Sure I'd like that. Well, are you?"

"Yes. I'm...bad."

"Bad?"

Did she want him to say it, to whisper it in her ear? There couldn't be anything worse than offending her just a few minutes into her trip. He whispered in her ear: "do you want me to tell you?"

"Sure I do. Tell me."

"I'm excited, Kriti. You make me excited."

Kriti pulled away, and for a moment Mark thought he'd got it all terribly wrong. "Oh Mark! You're so coy! Stop teasing and tell me!"

"You make me hard, Kriti." It felt incredible just saying those simple words, each and every one on its own completely innocent.

"How hard?"

"Incredibly hard." Mark had jeans on, but he felt sure that if she wanted to Kriti could see the bulge.

"Uncomfortable hard?"

"Yeah."

"I bet you want to let it out and be free."

"God yeah."

"Then what?"

"You could touch it, Kriti."

"Mmm, yeah, you want me to touch it?"

"Yeah, Kriti, I want you to touch my cock." It felt exciting, but no longer bold, as Mark finally realised that his baser feelings were at the very least matched by the beautiful young woman sitting next to him.

He wondered if she would actually do it, there and then, on the top of a tourist bus with other people sitting twenty feet away. Although there was an autumnal chill he knew that he was so aroused that no coolness of air temperature could defeat his erection.

In fact she moved her hand from her lap, and rested it lightly on his crotch. "Mmm, such a big hard cock. Such a bad boy with your cock all stiff for me."

In turn, Mark moved his arm down from Kriti's shoulder, first to her waist, then lower, cupping her ass cheek so his hand was squashed under her delightfully soft ass against the rough fabric of the seat.

"Ooh, now you're being even more naughty, Mark," Kriti murmured, "touching my ass in public."

"I can't help it, you've such a beautiful bum, I just had to hold it."

"Go on then, squeeze my ass you naughty man."

Mark did as he was told, cupping her flesh through the denim. Kriti responded by teasing his cock through his jeans.

"So I've held your cock, Mark, what should I do next with it? If we weren't on this bus, maybe I should say hello to it properly?" She gently rubbed where she could feel his cock head.

"How would you say hello properly?" Mark groaned.

"Give it a kiss of course. Would you like that?"

"Christ, yes, I would love it."

"You'd like me to kiss your cock?"

"Yeah, kiss my cock, Kriti."

Kriti undid the button of Mark's jeans, and for a second he thought she was going to go down on him there. Instead she slid her hand inside his flies, rearranging his fleece top so that anyone who saw them would be unlikely to realise what she was doing.

"When we're alone, Mark, I'm going to kiss your cock. I'm going to kneel before you and put my lips over your cock and lick it." Her hands were inside his boxers now, the first true contact between her fingers and his flesh.

Mark moved his hand again, slipping from Kriti's ass cheek to the seam that ran down between her ass cheeks and further between her legs. His hand was absolutely beneath her, and he could feel the warmth of her crotch. "We mustn't forget your pussy, though," he whispered.

"No, we mustn't!"

"You feel so hot, Kriti."

"Mm, I am hot. And wet. My pussy's wet for you, Mark."

"I guess I should say hello to your pussy properly too..."

"Oh yeah. You want to kiss my pussy?"

"So much. I want to taste you on my lips."

With her free hand, Kriti swiftly unbuttoned the top of her jeans. "Touch me, then taste me."

Quickly checking that they were still relatively alone, Mark pulled his hand from Kriti's ass and slipped it inside the front of her jeans. He could feel what seemed like lacy panties, then, hoping his fingers were still warm from touching her ass, slid his hand inside the panties, brushing over Kriti's bushy pubic hair and then, magically, he encountered the slick wetness of her slit. Kriti gasped.

"Fuck, you're wet, Kriti."

"You make me wet, you make me feel so naughty."

There was something wonderfully awkward about stroking Kriti's pussy against the restraint of her jeans, while at the same time his own pulsating cock was receiving similar delicately frustrating treatment.

"Now, taste..." she whispered.

Mark was reluctant to withdraw his hand, it felt like nothing on earth to be stroking his lover so intimately, but he also knew that she had wonderful and definite ideas about where this was all heading. Pulling his hand free he lifted his fingers to his lips and tasted the incredible salty-sweet musk of Kriti's honey.

"Let me!" Kriti leaned in and took a swift lick of Mark's fingers. He was both amazed and thrilled at her naughtiness.

At the same time her fingertips continued to work magical wonders with his cock. With exquisite softness she traced around the slit, drawing his precum around his cock-head, slicking it thoroughly. Then, she pulled her hand out of his flies, and lifted her fingers to her mouth. "Until I get a chance to kiss hello properly, this will have to do..."

As soon as she'd done this second wicked thing, she slipped her hand back inside his jeans. "Now kiss me," she breathed, "I want to taste us both on our lips."

Their faces met, her tongue again darting with insane sensuality in and out of Mark's mouth. The taste of her sweet honey mixed with the more salty flavour of his precum made the kiss even more frantically sexy.

Kriti pulled back. Mark was vaguely aware that they were near Hyde Park Corner, all the bombastic military memorials an utterly incongruous backdrop to their intense intimacy.

"So, Mark, when we've introduced ourselves to each other's privates, what should we do then?" She tweaked his cock suggestively.

"I want you, Kriti," he murmured. Although he had his own ideas, he understood it was far more exciting for her to articulate her own fantasies to him.

"You 'want' me, huh? You mean you want to fuck me, my sweet boy?"

"Yes. I want to fuck you. So bad."

"How do you want to fuck me?"

"Hard. Hard and fast so you come on my cock."

"Mmm." Kriti was very lightly wanking him now, so far as was possible in the confines of his jeans. "You want your cock right up my pussy?"

"Yeah. I want to fuck your pussy so hard and make you come."

"Mm, so good. I want to ride you, Mark. You like that? Me sliding my pussy down on your cock, my boobs in front of your face so you can kiss and lick them?"

"Fuck, yes. Slide yourself onto my cock, I'll hold onto your hips and push up into your pussy while I kiss your tits."

"Oh yeah, pushing myself down as hard as I can, feeling your cock against the sides of my pussy, loving your mouth on my boobs."

"You gonna come fucking me like that, Kriti?"

"Sure I'm gonna come with your cock deep deep inside me. You gonna come too, Mark? I want your come all the way up inside me."

"Yeah. Pushing harder than faster than ever, shooting my spunk all the way inside your hot wet pussy."

They both paused their stroking, as if, in a strange way, their conversation had led them both to their orgasms.

"You want to get off the bus, Kriti?" Mark asked.

She looked at him. "We haven't seen Buckingham Palace yet!"

"Oh."

"Of course I want to get off the bus, Mark. Do you think I've seen anything of London at all?!?"

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Almost running into Mark's bedroom, Kriti turned to him and they locked themselves into a frantic embrace, Mark remembering the Mumbai balcony and the way they had felt then. Now they were two animals, clawing each other with no restraint.

Suddenly, Kriti broke free, only this time she wasn't heading off into the Mumbai night. She dropped to her knees, and with a few deft moves his jeans and boxers were down at his knees.

"Mm," Kriti murmured, her hands reaching to lightly touch his shaft, "now I get to say hello properly."

Mark stood still, bewitched by the sight of the beautiful young woman kneeling before him, her fingers running softly over his cock. She swirled her fingertips over his cock-head, taking his precum and sliding it all over. Then, to Mark's surprise - how could he still be surprised? - she slid a hand inside her own jeans, touching her wet pussy, then reached up to add her own juices to further lubricate Mark's cock.

"You're incredible..." he murmured.

Kriti leant in, her mouth slightly open, a little like she'd looked when he'd surprised her in the taxi. My God, thought Mark, those lips, those incredible lips, they're going to be kissing my cock.

At the first contact of Kriti's mouth on his cock Mark groaned. She held the O shape, her lips barely making contact with his crown as she moved backwards and forwards. Then, ever so slowly, she moved further in, taking more and more of his cock in her mouth. Her lips closed a little, and it felt almost as if the whole of his shaft was held lightly but firmly in her mouth.

Kriti began moving herself back and forth on Mark's cock. The motion was so simple, and so sensual, and for the first time with a woman Mark realised that, more than anything, Kriti was pleasuring herself on his cock, rather than simply pleasing him. Far from disappointing him, he found it intensely exciting that this young woman could pleasure herself with her mouth on his cock.

Now Kriti reached up with a hand and gently cupped Mark's balls, her fingers teasing and stroking all around. Sometimes she probed a little further back, making him weak with anticipation, but always teasingly - what else? - she left him wanting more.

Mark knew that, with all the preliminary play on the bus, it wouldn't be long before he came. There could have been nothing more wonderful in the world, and perhaps Kriti wanted to feel him coming in her mouth, but he wanted to keep to the script they had written before.

He gently pulled her away from his cock, and it was almost unbearable as she let his cock drop out of her mouth. "Your turn," he whispered, and half-lifted her backwards onto his bed.

Kriti's jeans were still half-undone, but it was yet another tease as he slid them down her legs. She was wearing bright red lacy panties, although the last hour or so had made a terrible mess of them. He pulled them off too, and knelt, reverentially, between her legs.

He was in the most delightful and intensely erotic place in the world. Those long brown legs, leading up to her thick bush of black pubic hair, and glistening obscenely the pink-brown gash of her pussy lips.

Mark kissed the insides of Kriti's thighs, wanting to tease her just a little and to convey, however inadequately, that *all* of her body delighted him. But he was drawn utterly irresistibly to her honey, his face getting ever close to her crotch.

He brushed his lips across Kriti's pubes, tasting where her juices had become slicked there. But, although he wanted to tease and tempt, he couldn't control the need to taste her properly. Mark gently brushed his mouth against Kriti's pussy, his tongue poking lightly out to drink in a little nectar.

She tasted incredible, so salty-sweet, intoxicating. Still touching her with his lips, he drew his tongue up between her labia, her juices flowing freely into his eager mouth. Finally, as he licked ever up, his tongue encountered the soft-hard nub of her clit. He kissed it with infinite tenderness, circling it and feeling it throb. Then, as if spoiled for choice and eager to find all the treats that Kriti's body had to offer, he moved down again, his tongue searching for the opening to Kriti's pussy-hole, pushing inside as he tried to tongue-fuck her.

Mark could have pleasured Kriti for hours, and wanted to bring her to her orgasm with his mouth, but then he felt her hands on his shoulders, bringing him up to her.

"Kiss me again," she said, "let me taste." Mark's cock was pressing hard against Kriti's thigh as their mouths met, and he felt her tongue meet his own as they tasted each other's bodies.

It would have been easy and natural for Mark to enter Kriti like that, but once again she took charge, rolling him backwards so that his cock was pointing hungrily to the ceiling for her. Kriti quickly pulled off her sweater and t-shirt, unhooked her bra, letting her large but gorgeous brown breasts swing free, her nipples full and engorged with excitement. Finally, she was naked for him.

Kriti climbed over Mark's chest and he could feel her wetness on his tummy. She moved carefully backwards, and lifted herself up so that her pussy was teasing the head of his cock.

Then she dropped down, slowly impaling herself on him. His cock felt as if it was disappearing into the sweetest softest tunnel, he could feel the wet fleshy walls of her pussy sliding against his shaft. Mark reached for Kriti's hips, wanting to touch her skin as he felt his cock lose itself deep inside her body.

Kriti lowered her body forwards, offering her beautiful breasts for his mouth to pleasure. Taking his hands from her hips Mark cupped both her tits, his tongue kissing where they hung down, then tracing patterns all over her flesh, circling around and around her hard brown nipples.

At the same time Kriti had begun to lift herself up and down on Mark's cock, as if trying with every move to get him deeper and deeper into her body. It felt as if she wanted to feel utterly and completely filled with his cock, and he encouraged her by lifting his hips to meet her, surging upwards to bury himself inside her.

After toying with Kriti's tits, Mark finally licked his tongue towards her nipples, taking first one and then the other between his lips, his teeth softly biting them and being rewarded with them swelling and engorging.

Kriti's riding on Mark's cock was becoming less controlled and more instinctual, as he mouthed her tits it was clear her body was commanding her, she pushed and pushed as if she needed him to lose his cock deep inside her body.

Mark recognised that Kriti was near to her orgasm, and inevitably it led to his own approaching. They were both too far gone now, abandoned to the most primitive and basic urges, Kriti fucking herself down repeatedly on him, Mark holding onto her hips as if he would be able to split her in two with his pounding cock.

Kriti began to shake, a loud primal growl coming from her lips. Impossibly, she seemed to drive Mark's cock even deeper into her sopping cunt, and as she came hard onto his cock he felt his own release. He thrust harder than ever before, almost feeling as if he were lost inside Kriti's body, as jet after jet of his seed spurted deep, deep into her shuddering body.