The girls_(0)

It had been almost 10 years since I was reassigned, and left Bangalore. I’d kept in touch with a few friends, especially Raju, as he’d been a great friend. His daughter went to school with my daughter and they were inseparable. The tears and screaming that happened when we left, still haunt me sometimes.

I had retired from the company I’d been working for for 25 years, and decided to start consulting. As luck would have it, I had a meeting in Bangalore, so I arranged to stay a few days longer in order to meet my good friend Raju and his lovely wife Reena. My wife was stuck teaching, and with exams looming, she didn’t want to leave her students, so I was on my own.

Reena was about 10 years younger than Raju and I, but was one of the prettiest women, Indian or other that I knew. At 50, she was still a fox. She had been in the army up until meeting Raju, who somehow in his computer geekiness charmed the pants off her, and knocked her up. She retired from duty, as she wanted to settle down, but she didn’t give up the lifestyle. She stayed with the army, but I never really knew in what capacity. All I know is that it kept her fit. She was the only Indian woman I ever met who had a flat stomach. She gave the Bollywood girls in their belly exposed saris a run for their money.

We were sitting at the dinner table, and my cock was stiff. Reena had her foot rubbing my crotch the whole time. She had always been a flirt, and once, I’d almost fucked her, while my wife lay drunkenly passed out in a spare bedroom, and her hubby was busy with other guests. She, and JiHye, a beautiful Korean friend of ours, had been locked in a 69 when I walked in finding a place for my wife to sleep. I returned after dumping my wife in the next bedroom, and proceeded to pull my cock out and wack off as they ate each other out. They adjusted their position so JiHye could start sucking my cock, while Reena continued to work JiHye’s pussy. Then, Reena looked up at me, and asked me to fuck her, and I jumped at the opportunity. I was literally rubbing my cock up her pussy slit, lubing up, when JiHye’s husband started shouting for her. Clothes were hastily put on, and the moment was gone. We left the next year, and that fantasy, of my hard white cock in a threesome with a beautiful Indian and Korean pussy vanished. Unfortunately, JiHye passed away from cancer five years later. Reena and the girls had been devastated, and almost adopted their her daughter, HyeJin, after that. The asshole father insisted that the girl finished school in Bangalore, so she lived in the school’s residence, but on weekends and during summers she stayed with Raju, Reena and Anu.

A new commotion caused Reena’s foot to leave my cock, when suddenly, two beautiful 19-year-olds trampled through the door. Anu was the spitting image of her mother – tall and slender, but with slightly larger breasts, and hips that were not as squared as her mom’s (a sign of her youth). She was dressed in fitted cargo pants, and a baggy sweatshirt. I remembered when she was a kid how everyone would comment how beautiful her big round brown eyes looked, but now that she was 19, no man would ever be able to resist her. It was the other girl that left me speechless, I was staring at a young JiHye. Actually, it was her daughter, HyeJin. She’s been this tiny stick of a girl, with a short bob haircut – completely plain, but now, standing in front of me, she was the spitting image of her her mom. It was like HyeJin was the clone of JiHye. She was wearing a long unflattering skirt, and a cardigan.

I snapped out of my stupor, when HyeJin shouted, “Mr Mike!” and jumped over to me. I tried to get up, but she and Anu had tied me up in a massive hug before I could leave my chair, almost knocking me over. Hyejin jumped on my lap, and peppered me with questions about Jenny, my daughter. The three of them had been best friends in school. They wanted to know how her internship was going; if she was still dating that hunk of a Swedish hunk; if she was here; and so on. I’d forgotten how loud the girls were when they were kids, and remembered yelling at them to shut up when there were slumber parties. I also remember that HyeJin always gave me the tightest hugs, but I’d always assumed it was because her dad was an uncaring asshole.

Eventually, Raju managed to interrupt the girls reminding them that it was time for them to catch their bus. They were on their way to a dance club downtown, and it would take some time for them to get there. It so happened that the club was in the hotel I was staying at, so to their relieve I told the girls that since I had to go to an early meeting and would be leaving shortly, that I could give them a ride downtown. I was surprised that Raju let them take the bus, and learned later it was because he didn’t really want them to go in the first place so he refused them the car, telling them that if they wanted to go, they could take the bus, and they accepted that.

I told Raju and Reena to come visit me at the hotel the next afternoon, and to bring their swim suits. The hotel had a first class pool and spa, and since I had the prime minister’s suite, I could sign them in, and we could have a day of it. The girls could come too. The girls ran upstairs to ‘put together their swim stuff for the next morning’ which seemed odd, and then met me at the car. really, the girls had been getting a bit more ready for the bar. Anu had put on a bit of makeup, and HyeJin’s nice skirt had been replaced by a very short skirt that neither Reena, nor Raju would have let her wear. Me one hte other hand, I enjoyed the full length of her beautiful legs.

The ride into town was a good hour, and from the first moment, HyeJin couldn’t stop talking. Anu was different than when she was a kid, because she was keeping mostly quiet, and seemed annoyed at HyeJin’s flirtations with me. The van we were in, had facing seats, and the girls had chosen to sit facing forward, so I sat opposite of them. I was straining not to be to obvious in my ogling of these young women, my daughter’s childhood friends, but it was difficult. Anu’s breasts were straining against the tight belly shirt she had in under her hoody. She opened it up because the car was getting warm. Then, HyeJin turned around and started bending over the seat to look behind it. My jaw dropped as I realized that the long skirt had disappeared and her pussy was sticking straight at me from the miniest of skirts, and missing were any panties

“Why the fuck don’t you just go over and stick it in his face,’ Anu said abruptly, sounding pissed. “You might as well go and start rubbing his cock, and fuck him now, I know you’re going to try anyways.”

HyeJin sat beside me, put her hand on my crotch and began rubbing it, while looking only at Anu. “She’s jealous, don’t you know.