From Joseph,
The Game Reserve,
Andhra Pradesh,
India.
To Shanti,
Titirangi,
Auckland,
New Zealand.
Dear Shanti,
That was a very nice letter. I’m thinking like you, that this is a jolly good correspondence we are making. I am liking it very much.
My wife, she is called Lizamoa. You can call her Liz as the short version. She is happy that I am writing to you. She likes sexy letters as well, and if we are reading a very sexy letter, we are going to the bedroom and having a good time too. So don’t be being worried about her. I am being very open to her and there are not any problems since.
Thank you very, very much for the photo. Those swimming togs are most sexy too. I showed your photo to my wife too, and she is liking it too. She thinks the colour is looking very nice on your golden brown body. I liked the photo too. The swimming togs are very high on the legs and showing a lot of your body shape too. It also comes down on your chest. I am liking that too. You have a very beautiful, sexy body.
Please send me both your photographs of the bikini type. I like the sexy one best, or anything less than that.
I showed Lizamoa the photo of you in the mini skirt and boots. She liked it very much and said she would like to get some clothes like that too. I am not sure if it would be good for her to wear such a thing in India, though.
Now some very personal questions of you. Are you the virgin? We want to know if you take the sex? What do you do best? Do you take the sex with your boyfriend, called Mike? I am thinking that maybe you do so. Say yes, if I am right?
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Now, about the story, I am promising, I am telling you. I had to take the long journey to another city for the business trip. It was a long way and so I was taking the 1st class to be more comfortable. At one station, another family got into the 1st class where I was taking my seat. The two smaller children were sitting with the parents, and the older daughter (18 or 19) sat down next to my seat.
We were not talking. I just said the ‘Hello’ and she was just smiling shyly when she came to the seat. Later, I was seeing that she had her eyes closed and so I came to be thinking that she was asleep. I sat and watched the nice countryside outside of the window.
I was being able to observe her through the reflection I was seeing within the window. She was a very beautiful girl. She was tall and slim, almost as tall as I am tall. She was wearing a beautiful sari with nice orange in the colour.
When I was watching, I could see she was with a beautiful body also. I could see the shape of long, slim legs through the folds of her sari. I could also see the hint that she had the nice breasts, too. As she was sleeping, I could see the gentle swelling of her breasts under the sari, which were gently rising and falling softly as she breathed within her sleep.
I was sitting next to her and I could be smelling the scented perfume she was wearing. It was not strong like some ladies like wearing. This was a very nice, soft smelling, and I am thinking like the smell in a meadow full the many different flowers.
After some more time, I felt her leg gently pressed against mine. I was still thinking she was a sleeping and had moved with the rocking of the train. I gently bumped her so she would wake up and move away, but I am most surprised because her legs is pressing harder against mine now. I now was beginning to make the thought that she wanted to be having her leg touching me.
The position in which we were seated was so her parents were not being able to see clearly. I moved so that I could put my hand between her leg and my leg. After a minute, I turned my hand so my fingers were touching to her, then under the covering of the folds of her sari, I moved my hand until it comes to rest on her thigh, just slightly up from her knee. Still, she didn’t open her eyes, but I could feel her trembles with my touching. This confirmed she was not sleeping.
After another wait, I was gently squeezed her beautiful, firm thigh and then slowly, inching at a time, I moved along up her thigh. She still didn’t try and stop me. I was beginning to get interested in what she was letting me get to. As my hand approached the top of her thigh, I began to drop my hand over her leg so my fingers were between her other legs. Then, to my surprise, she really parted her legs slightly to let my fingers.
Then I reached as far as I was able to go up between those beautiful, young thighs. Yes, Shanti, she was accurately letting my fingers be on the secret place of all women. What do you say..... the pussy is it? I could feel the hard bone pressed against my hand, and also the soft, tender place underneath. Here she was letting me secret feeling up while her family were so nearby.
After some more time touching her love nest was I moved my hand higher onto her stomach. I was able to work my way under the sari so nobody would be seeing what I was getting to do. I was now able to move higher until I touched the underside of her breasts. I was soon feeling these beautiful breasts, and still, she was sitting with her eyes closed.
Then she moved and changed her position. I thought she was stopping me, so I pulled my hand away. But it was not that. I was feeling a hand on my thigh, and soon that hand was finding my cock through my clothing. Now she was having the feeling up too. I was already very excited and had been very hard too. I know that she could be feeling this, too.
At this time, I decided to try for the very best of all. I slipped my hand under her sari and then under her skirt too. She knew where I was because she was moving slightly to help me, too. My fingers found some tiny panties, and not stopping, I went under these too. Here was her love nest. A thick pussy of soft curly hairs and even lower the top of her opening. She was very excited, too, because of the wetness I was feeling. I tried to put a finger into her soft tunnel, but the position she was sitting was wrong for me, and so all I was doing is touching the outside.
After a few minutes, she moved her hand from where it had been squeezing me and gently pulled my hand out. Then her eyes opened, and she was smiling at me. A little while later, she was getting up and leaving with her family. As she got up with her back to the family and facing to me. She smiled shyly again at me, making a shape of kissing with her lips and then left.
The train continued, and I was dozing. It came to my mind that I'd been dreaming. I brought my fingers to my face and could smell that distinctive smell of a woman's pussy. No, I had not been dreaming. It had happened for me.
That was a very sexy adventure of feeling a young girl in front of her parents on the train. It was very exciting to be doing such a thing. So daring to be doing it. Do you think that Shanti?
Your friend,
Joseph.
PS: - I have included the photo of my wife, Lizamoa and also myself as well.
Lizamoa is a very beautiful woman. Do you like her?