I first met Anjli at a friend's house. She was having a party and Anjli was staying with her to help out. I found out later that they worked together. When I first saw her I couldn't believe what I saw. She was breathtaking, or rather her bottom was breathtaking.

I should explain that the one thing in a woman that really turns me on is her bottom. Those wonderful curves with that hidden valley between and the forbidden tunnel of love. I was an 'arse' man through and through and did she have an arse!! So when I saw Anjli I was immediately smitten. Smitten then, of course, only in my mind as she seemed quite young and I am in late twenty. The problem was, after we were introduced, I couldn't keep my eyes off her (or her bottom). *

Anjli is above medium height, about 5'9", with blonde hair (with the odd highlight) cut in a bob which framed her face. I wouldn't call her beautiful, rather pretty, even cute, with a full mouth and a delightful button nose. She did have big blue eyes which (I later found out) could be devastatingly sexy and a really beautiful smile. She had a nice shape, for me anyway; not too big in the chest, probably a bit small for the youth of today, but then I've never been a 'tit' man.

As I said, it was her bottom. Full, round, an almost perfect shape that jutted insolently. Her full hips flaring in almost perfect proportion from her, not to thin, waist and finishing with an up thrust at the top of her legs. And she surely couldn't get jeans any tighter! With the lovely small dome of her tummy she was absolutely delightful.

I must admit that I stared! Unfortunately she caught me staring which seemed to embarrass her (it certainly embarrassed me). I really don't know what came over me other than a case of outright lust. Even after being caught staring I continued to do so. Luckily I wasn't there very long, only about 15 minutes delivering a message before I left. I said goodbye to her and was pleased to receive a delightful smile from her and a very firm gaze from those lovely blue eyes.

I'm afraid the five fingered widow put in an appearance that evening (and on several others) as I imagined myself buggering her in many different positions. Little did I know what fate had in store!

About a week later I had to pop into my pal's shop and deliver a parcel. I couldn't leave it for her but had to give it personally. When I entered the shop it was empty except for Anjli.

"Hi," I said, "Is Kalsoom about?"

"Hello Suhail," Anjli replied, "She's just gone out, probably be back in a few minutes."

"Hi Anjli," I said, "I'm surprised you remembered my name."

"How could I forget someone who so completely undressed me with his eyes," she responded, laughing.

I took a deep swallow, oh dear. I was really embarrassed and I had to wait for Sarah to return. I decided on trying a humorous response.

"Look, I'm really sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable but my plea in mitigation is that I hadn't seen anything quite as beautiful as you since the Mona Lisa in Paris".

She laughed, "I'll bet you didn't undress her with your eyes".

"She wasn't wearing jeans as tight a yours", I replied, laughing.

This seemed to lighten up the atmosphere and Anjli said, "Why don't you have a seat, I'll just carry on." So saying she did. As she was wearing jeans as tight (if not tighter) than those of last week I was treated to quite a show. Was she was doing it on purpose? She seemed only to have reach up high to get something down and put it on the floor or pick something up to stack it up high. As she never bent at the knees always at the waist I had a magnificent view of her bottom. I must admit that I again was beginning to stare, to become mesmerized by her beautiful derriere.

She must have felt my eyes on her but she didn't seem overly bothered and, after about five minutes of this, I decided to speak up. I don't know what prompted this, possibly her outrageous presentation or my complete capture by her wonderful body, but anyway I did.

"Do you know Anjli that you are very beautiful", I said.

"None of my boyfriends has ever told me that before", she replied turning and looking directly at me.

"Then they are either blind or stupid, or both!" I said.

"I don't think that I'm very pretty", she said coyly, looking at me with those big blue eyes, "my bottom's too big and my chest too small".

"I think that you are just perfect, nothing's too big, nothing's to small," I laughed in response, surprised that she was actually flirting with me.

She smiled in response then said, raising her eyebrows, "I wonder what were you thinking when you were watching me just now. You seemed very interested!"

This put me in a difficult position. What I was thinking I certainly couldn't tell a seemingly innocent young woman in a shop at 10 in the morning. I had mentally been balls deep in her bottom at the time and she must have felt some sort of empathetic reaction.

"I don't think I can do that Anjli, not here anyway." I laughed, then I volunteered in a very slight hope, "and certainly not until I get to know you better".

"Why don't you take me to lunch tomorrow, then?" she said. I was totally astounded, this came out of the blue. She must have noticed my complete astonishment because she said, "Don't you want too?".

This kicked me out of my reverie, "Want to", I said, "of course I want to. What red blooded man wouldn't want to take you out. It's just that I'm surprised

"OK", I said, "I'd love to take you to lunch. When?"

"Tomorrow's my day off. Is that all right?"

We discussed where I should pick her up and what time in the morning, quickly making the arrangements and I ended by giving her my phone number just in case. At that point Sarah returned to the shop and Anjli and I continued as if nothing had happened as I dealt with my business with Sarah. As I left the shop I turned for one last look at this beautiful young woman and she rewarded me with a delightful smile.

I couldn't really believe that this was actually happening to me but, sure enough, next day she was waiting for me. I took her to a pub out in the country. One where there was space to sit and talk. We got to know each other. She was, I found out, nearly twenty one. She lived with her girlfriend Kalsoom in a small flat. She didn't speak of her parents and I later found out why. She had no boyfriend at present; she seemed quite dismissive of boys generally and I wondered if she had had some bad experiences but I didn't want to press it this early in the relationship.

Anjli is a good conversationalist, she's fairly widely read and liked cinema and music so we had quite a bit in common. We talked for the whole lunch time and when I finally looked at my watch, it was nearly three. She had to go as she was meeting Kalsoom so I drove her back. As she got out of the car and walked down the road I couldn't take my eyes off her delicious bottom. She was wearing one of those long, loose skirts that emphasize the shape of the lower back and she 'swayed' up to her front door. Was this even better than jeans?

On the way back I'd asked if we could do this again, but she seemed a bit hesitant so I didn't push it. I supposed that I should be thankful for one pleasant lunch time with a pretty young girl. I didn't know till much later that she was hesitant because she wanted to discuss things with Kalsoom. She was, evidently, quite attracted to me but was worried about her feelings.

Later that evening the phone rang. It was Anjli. My stomach did flips, Yes or No?

"Hi Anjli, how are you?"

"I'm fine. I just called to say how much I enjoyed lunch today and to say that I was free on Sunday if you wanted to do it again".

"Of course, I'd love to", I said, over the moon.

Sunday went as well as the previous Tuesday, we laughed a lot, talked a lot; it was a wonderful experience to be with such a vivacious young woman.
I took Anjli out on a few more occasions and we had a great time talking and laughing.
We were at the same pub. We'd finished the meal and were sitting in the gardens finishing a bottle of (very good) wine. The sun was shining, glinting on her blond highlights, she looked adorable.

I suddenly felt insecure, maudlin I suppose. I said to her, "Anjli, why are you here with me? Shouldn't you be out with youngsters, boys your own age?" She looked at me almost hurtfully and I quickly added, "Not that I wouldn't rather have you here with me. I just wonder why."

Those big blue eyes turned full on towards me and she said, "Because you make me feel important, a real person. You are kind, you're polite and I feel safe with you, unthreatened. And you're the only man who ever said I was beautiful!" she added smiling.

"I'm not sure I about the 'safe' bit," I said, jokingly.

"Oh I mean, I know you want me," she said looking at me with a wan smile on her face, "I can tell by the way you look at me. I don't mind that, I suppose I quite like it, it makes me feel important, but you don't push it. When I go out with boys of my own age all they want to do is get into my knickers or put their hands up my blouse. You treat me like a real woman, you make me feel important, individual, not some 'body' to be used for sex. You're interested in me as well as in my body".

"It's true," I said thoughtfully, "I do want you. I don't think that any man in his right mind could fail to . . ."

"There you are", she said, "you make me feel good, you complement me all the time. With you I feel like the most beautiful woman in the world because you treat me that way."

I got the feeling she was trying to stay away from the "wanting" bit. She was obviously aware of my desire for her, a desire which had been and was growing all the time. Its impossible to be around such a lovely young woman, with a lively and vivacious personality and not feel a rise in sexual desire. And when that woman has a body, particularly a bottom, as cute as Anjli's it's almost impossible to curb that desire. I was determined from our first 'date', however, that I was not going to jeopardize our relationship by 'trying it on'. If it was going to happen I would let her instigate it. I valued her company too much to ruin things by bringing sex so blatantly up front.

"Well," I said, emphasizing the important words and looking directly into those lovely blue eyes, "you are beautiful, I do want you, and I do enjoy being with you but you certainly won't be treated like an object by me. You are a lovely person and I like you too much to insult you in that way!"

And I really meant it, she was too lovely, but deep down part of me knew that I was being untruthful to myself. I wanted her badly, very badly indeed. Wanted to 'use' her body as much as any of the other boys she had been with, probably more so as what I had in mind was to breach that tight little (possibly virginal) bottom and see her writhing in pleasure beneath me. If I allowed my dark desires to surface I should take her immediately without thought for her. I think that she must have sensed some of how I felt but it pleased her that I was able to hold it in check. Perhaps this realization somehow made her feel more real, more valued. But I also knew that I did like her, she was a nice person, had a lovely personality and was fun to be with. She had brightened up my rather dreary life and I didn't want to lose that.

After this short exchange she went rather quiet and I feared that I had upset her. I was always so conscious of not loosing her company, realizing how lucky I was. After a little while she perked up and we again began to chat about many things, smiling and laughing together. God, it was heavenly to be with her.

As we drove back to her flat however, she became very quiet again and I said to her, "Are you OK, I haven't upset you have I, I'm sorry if I have."

She looked over at me, "No it's OK, it's me", she said and lapsed into quiet again.

When we got to her flat I turned to her apprehensively and said, "Will I see you on Sunday?". I was really worried that it had all gone wrong but there didn't seem to be anything I could do to salvage the situation.

She must have sensed my feelings as she replied, "Sure, I'll phone you tonight". With that she was gone, bouncing along the path to her door – I thought I'd lost her.

I got back to my place in the foulest of moods. I was sure that it was over and, after half a bottle of wine, decided that I should be thankful for the times I had had with her. She would fuel my fantasies for a long time. When the phone rang later I had convinced myself that I would never hear form her again so I was surprised to hear her voice on the phone.

"Hello Mike," she said. I was so sensitive to everything about her, she never said Hello always Hi, was this the final goodbye? My stomach dropped through my shoes.

"Hi Anjli," I said, "it's good to hear from you".

"I just wanted to talk about Sunday. Can we have lunch at your house, I haven't been there yet and we can be nice and private".

I was almost speechless but managed to reply, "Err, sure. Of course we can have lunch here. I haven't asked you before because I didn't want you to feel threatened by being on your own with me!" For some reason I felt it necessary to defend myself, don't ask me why!

She laughed. "I told you," she said, "I feel safe with you. Pick me up at the usual time, bye." And, with that she was gone.

Boy, was I confused. Even in that brief conversation she seemed different somehow, confident, more direct. I wondered what had happened but primarily, I wondered how Sunday would go. I'd never really been alone with Anjli in a situation where sex could rear it's head. Oh, we'd been in pubs and restaurants alone together and, of course, in the car. I don't find cars particularly romantic so I never really had the inclination to 'try it on' so I didn't know how I would react. Could I remain the gentleman? Only one way to find out!

Sunday couldn't come quickly enough for me and, as I pulled up outside her flat, I couldn't wait to see Anjli. She came out of her door and down the path and looked a million dollars. Dressed simply in blouse and jeans (tight as usual) she was good enough to eat. She got in the car, leaned over and pecked me on the cheek, "Hello Mike," she said smiling and, putting her hand on my leg, "let's go."

I didn't know how to react. She'd never done this before. Something had changed but I didn't know what.

I started to drive very carefully going home. My mind was in turmoil. What was going on. Her conversation on the way was strange.

She said, "Do you like my hair like this?"

Well, it was the same as usual and I always liked it so I said, "Yes it looks lovely today".

"What about this blouse. I bought it specially for today. Do you like it?"

I hadn't looked very closely at her blouse, her tight jeans had been my main focus of attention. I couldn't figure how she got in and out of them! Taking my eyes off the road for a moment I looked at her blouse. It was see-through and I could see through it to her tiny little bra. I quickly refocused on the road – too much of this and I didn't think we'd get home!

"It's great," I said, "it really looks good on you. But then anything does!"

She laughed, "Flatterer", she said, "you really like it?"

"Oh yes", I responded, "very much".

"Why?"

Again, I was rather taken aback. Anjli didn't normally behave like this. She hadn't flirted with me since that first meeting, but here she was, obviously flirting. Calling attention to herself in a way that was totally unusual. It didn't bother me, in fact I was rather flattered myself that she would even consider flirting with me. We hadn't really done this before and I found it quite unsettling.

"Wait till we get home," I said laughing and trying to get into her mood, "I'll tell you then. If you keep on like this we may never get home. Much as I'd like to concentrate on you I've got to drive!".

"I won't ask you whether you like my new jeans, then", she said, laughing, "I'll wait till later".

She continued laughing and joking all the way back to my place. Talking about her clothes, her hair, her makeup (she didn't wear very much), and how she had discussed what to wear with Kalsoom her friend. By the time I got back I was totally focused on her body, I don't know whether this is what she wanted but it was a fact. I couldn't think of anything other than her delightful breasts and her bouncing bottom.

When we arrived she got out of the car and walked ahead to the door. I watched with barely hidden desire at the sway of her beautiful bottom, a bottom to die for. Dare I hope that this change in her behavior meant that our relationship was changing? As I went to open the door she put her hand on my arm, "Well, you've had a good look, do you like my jeans? They're new."

In for a penny, in for a pound I thought, "Anjli, I love your jeans, I've always loved your jeans but, most of all, I love what's inside them".

She laughed and, focusing her big blue eyes on me, said, "I know, I can feel your eyes when you look at me that way. It makes me go all tingly."

I laughed, "One thing that has always puzzled me, Anjli, about your jeans. How do you get them on and off?"

"Oh, I might show you later", she said through half lidded eyes.

I felt like dragging her inside straight away. All my male animal instincts rushed to the fore. Here was this beautiful, apparently biddable, young woman, god, I don't know how I kept my hands off her.

Exercising considerable control I showed her inside and asked if she would like a coffee, "I do a mean cappuccino," I said showing her into the lounge.

"Great", she said sitting in one of the chairs, "I'll wait here."

This gave me a little breathing space. Things were getting out of my control. Anjli was acting like a little minx, far more forward than she had ever been with me, flirtatious. She was still the delightful Anjli I enjoyed being with but she was now sexy, confident, and determined. I made the coffee, mind seething and body highly aroused, and took it back into the lounge. I gave her the cup and said, "There, I hope you like strong coffee".

"Oh, I do", she said looking at me and smiling.

As I sat down on the sofa she said with a big smile on her face, "You were going to tell me why you liked my new blouse! Well?"

I think I must have been shaking because the cup and saucer was rattling – so was I!!

"Anjli," I said, looking directly at her, "what's got into you. I love it but I'm puzzled."

She laughed and pouted at me playfully, "I'm sorry," she said, "it's just that I'm enjoying myself. I haven't seen you unsettled before".

"Unsettled is not the word," I laughed back at her, "I really don't know what's going on".

"I've been a little unfair to you", she said, serious now. "I'm sorry for the way I behaved on the way home on Tuesday but I had to think things through."

She must have seen my even more puzzled expression because she quickly added, "It's nothing you've done. When we were talking on Tuesday I suddenly realized that I had been taking you for granted. I know you want me and, by the look in your eyes, I suspect that your desire is very strong. I was sort of blocking it out. Oh, I knew what it meant and everything but I hadn't got to grips with it".
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"I don't know what you mean," I interrupted a bit abruptly. I was worried about where this was going.

"No, let me finish. What I mean is that I hadn't admitted to myself that I wanted you almost as much as you, I think, wanted me. When I'm with you I feel so important, so real; its such a great feeling that I didn't recognize exactly what it was. When you said that you would never treat me as an object and how beautiful I was I suddenly realized what it meant. Why did I feel 'safe' with you, why so good – because you treated me not only as an equal but as a woman at the same time. I thought then that I might want to be treated like a woman sexually by you. How would that be? What would it be like to go to bed with you?"

"Umm, errr, I don't know where this is going Anjli", I said.

"No, just wait, let me finish it all", she said to me sternly. "I've got to explain it all the way through. Although I knew you wanted me sexually, but as I said, I hadn't really taken it on board so I hadn't really looked at you sexually. No don't interrupt!! Let me get through this. But I must have really, you're a man, I'm a woman – I must have realized what was happening, mustn't I? I was very confused. I just had to think things through and talk to Kalsoom. That's why I was so quiet in the car."

"Anjli, you don't have to explain yourself to me, you know that".

"Shush", she said, "I want to explain myself, I think that it's important to both of us for me to tell you what I felt and thought."

"When I got home I was close to tears, I was so mixed up. I think that I realized that our relationship had reached a cross-roads and you didn't really know about it. So on top of being mixed up about my feelings, I felt guilty about what I was doing to you even though you didn't know I was doing it. Isn't that silly?"

"Of course not. Its nice really, that you care for my feelings," I said, immediately softening to her. She looked delightful, determined to get through what was obviously difficult for her. "I'm sorry," I said, "go on".

"Well, when Jo came in she saw what a state I was in gave me a cuddle and listened to me babbling on. The really silly thing was that I knew what I was going to do all along...."

"Anjli," I interrupted, fearing what she was going to say.

"Will you shut up! You blokes, you won't listen. I've got to finish it all. After I explained it all to Jo she told me that I had to make a decision. I had to stop seeing you . . ."

"No, you don't have to", I was desperate. I knew then that I didn't want to loose this girl, even for our lunch time meetings and even if it never went any further. She must have realized the anguish in my voice and on my face for she looked me straight in the eye,

". . . or go to bed with you," she finished.

Now I was truly flummoxed, speechless, open mouthed, astonished and any other word that comes to mind.

She laughed, "Oh you do look silly," she said, "close your mouth. I'll be finished in a minute. Kalsoom asked me what I wanted to do and I told her I wanted to go to bed with you but I was frightened where this would take us so I couldn't make up my mind. Kalsoom great at times like this, she sees through things, you'd like her. She said to me that life's to short to die wondering, and as I'd already lost my virginity I didn't really have anything to lose. That made me laugh and the tears went away. That's why I'm here, I made up my mind, I'm going to bed with you today whether you like it or not," she ended (mock) defiantly and gave me the full power of those lovely blue eyes.

"Anjli, love, you don't know what the last few minutes have done to me, are you sure? I want you more than anything. Did I ever tell you that you're beautiful." I ended, laughing. I walked over to her and, as she stood up, put my arms around her. "I'm so much busy, I can't give you much time."

"I don't care about anything, I want you too – so bad it hurts. I know I'm not very experienced but I'm sure I'll be good."

"That doesn't matter, just be you".

We hugged each other and kissed, hell it felt marvelous. Her body pressed against mine, and the beating of her heart, was heavenly. She pulled away from me and said,

"I want do this properly. I've never been to bed with a man before, Oh I've had sex but never like this, I mean, I've never asked for it. Oh, I can't believe I just said that," she stuttered, "what I mean is, oh, don't laugh at me, what I mean is, is, is . . ., "

I saved her from her misery, laughing, I grabbed her and planted a kiss on her lips, "Ssshh", I said, "I think I know what you mean. You want to do it all properly, bedroom, preparation, etc., Yes?"

"Yes, that's how I want it, romantic I suppose. I want you to make love to me! There! I've said it"

"I can think of nothing I'd rather do than make love to a beautiful woman. The bedroom's upstairs, come on lead the way."

We left the lounge together and she climbed the stairs, just behind her I was mesmerized by her beautiful bottom. Would I have that today? I knew that this day had to be handled very carefully. I had to stay in control if both of us were to fully enjoy ourselves and it wasn't to be just a one off.

At the top of the stairs I pointed at the bedroom door and said, "The bathroom's off the bedroom, you OK?"

"OK," she said, "I'll call you when I'm ready," and kissed me again. "You still haven't told me whether you like my new blouse", she laughed closing the bedroom door.

I thought it best to get into something lighter so I took a pair of silk boxer shorts from the spare room, undressed, had a very quick shower, and put them on. Laying on the bed there, the waiting was terrible, I had an enormous hard on at the thought of bedding this lovely young woman. Particularly I was focusing on her beautiful derriere, wondering if she had ever done anal before. Surely one of her boyfriends had tried it on, she was so desirable there. But I was determined to not to spoil anything for her. I realized how important this was for her, it almost seemed as if she was giving me her virginity, that all those time before with various boys didn't count. This was something to be savored. I was going to make sure that she really enjoyed today and would remember it for a long time.

I heard the shower go and various noises from the bathroom, imagination running wild, and, after about 20 minutes heard her voice call my name. I opened the bedroom door not knowing what I'd see, but not really prepared for what I saw. She was in my very large double bed with the duvet pulled up to her chin.

I smiled at her, "You're beautiful," I said.

"I'm silly," she replied. "I was going to be so sexy when you came in, now I'm shy. I know my boobs are too small and my bottoms to big: 'fat hips' they used to call me at school. I don't think I can let you see me!!!"

"You're not silly, just worried", I said, "You're beautiful, I've told you. I don't care how big your boobs are or your bottom is, you're beautiful. Anyway, your boobs are perfect and anybody who says your bottom is too big is either blind or stupid or both, it's absolutely perfect". So saying I reached down and pulled the duvet away. What a wonderful sight, pert young breasts, small but perfectly formed with a glorious aureole and nipple. A soft curve to her stomach, and small hillock that eased slowly down into her mons venires covered with a delightful blonde fuzz. She was a vision of loveliness. I lay down beside her, kissed her lips, and whispered in her ear, "you are too sexy n beautiful".

She turned her head to face mine, "Oh thank you, it makes me go all squishy inside when you say things like that."

"A bit. I know that means 'you are beautiful, beautiful you are'. You can say it as often as you like!".

I began to kiss her face all over, her lips, her eyes, her nose, her lips again and my hand began it's journey down her body. It stopped at her boobs. Gently I stroked her breasts, paying particular attention to the underneath, and tenderly tweaked her nipples that were hardening as she became more aroused. I moved my fingers round and round in circles on her wonderful breasts then cupped one in my hand as my thumb played around her nipple. My hand left her lovely pert young tits and moved southward across her stomach with it's soft curve that accentuated her beautiful rear and rested on her belly button. After twirling round and round for a while, my fingers continued on their downward exploration. All the time I was kissing her and, as I reached her pussy with my hand, her tongue pushed into my mouth and we began that most intimate of oral stimulation as our tongues entwined.

I ran my finger along the soft hair of her mound and gently delved in between the lips of her pussy, finding her already very wet. She pulled her mouth from mine, "Please, do it now. I want you, I want you in me, now. Please, please!" she whispered in my ear, "I want you now". I gently stroked her with my fingers before placing one deeper into her pussy, softly moving in and out.

I was rock hard and certainly ready to take her, how I'd kept off for so long I don't know but now was the time. I moved to lay over her, but not on her. I don't like to smother a woman with my weight in this position so used my arms to stay off her. With a truly Herculean effort I held myself on one arm and with my other hand placed my cock at the entrance to her sex. I slowly moved the head up and down, gently touching her clitoris hidden in it's little shroud, the rubbing down the length of her pussy. She was moaning, "Yes, yes. Please put it in. I want you in me, now."

I slowly inserted myself into her, after about halfway I pulled out and thrust back again. I continued to do this, going a little deeper each time. I've been told that this prolongs the feeling of insertion for a woman, I don't know. It's great for me. I had a problem, however, I didn't want to cum. As I've said before, when you're my age you need to keep your powder dry. If I came now, it would be the end; and this wasn't the end I had in mind! So I wanted Anjli to cum, not too soon, she had to really enjoy this, but far sooner than I did. When I reached balls deep in her hot, tight wetness I lowered myself down and began to kiss her tits and suck on her nipples. At the same time I began stroking her in earnest, almost totally out then the drive back in. Her legs came up to clasp my thighs and hold me in position. Looking at her face, I saw that she was close to orgasm.

"Anjli," I called, "look at me". I wanted to see her eyes as she came. "I want you to look at me as I make love to you. Do you like it? Look at me as you cum"

She opened her big blue eyes and looked directly into mine, "Oh yes," she breathed as her orgasm washed over her. I could see her eyes flutter in passion and feel the walls of her pussy clasp my cock as her fluid warmed it even more. This was a supreme test – I nearly lost it but, thankfully, managed to hold back. There's nothing to see more wonderful than a beautiful woman in the throws of her orgasm at your 'hands' and Anjli looked even more lovely than usual with a fine film of perspiration over her face and in the valley between her tits. I had to lean down and taste her, I couldn't resist it. I continued to push in and out of her for a little while, to bring her down slowly. The feeling on my penis was really good, not enough for me to cum, warm and soft.

I pulled out of her and lay at her side propped up on one elbow looking down at her. She turned her head towards me and said, "Oh, that was lovely". My still erect cock had flopped down on her leg. She must have felt it and she reached down with her hand and touched it lightly, almost timidly. "It's still hard," she said, her face clouding over in doubt and her eyes filling with tears. "Wasn't I good enough, you didn't cum!"

"Ssshh," I said, putting my finger on her lips, "that was for you. I'll wait till later",

"Later," she said smiling, then, "Most boys I've been with can't stop themselves. It's over very soon for them".

"That's the inexperience of youth," I responded, laughing. "Anyway, when you're young you can 'reload' quickly, I have to wait so I try to control my orgasms. I got just as much pleasure watching you as I would do Cumming myself and I want to give you so much more."

Her mood lightened and she lay there with her eyes closed, in a post orgasmic glow. She looked so lovely I had to touch her, to feel the vibrancy of her. So I slowly cupped her breast in my hand and again began to stimulate her nipple with my thumb. She opened her eyes, smiled languidly at me and said, "You still haven't told me whether you liked my new blouse!"

I laughed and kissed her lips, "Hussy," I said, "I love these", squeezing gently on her breast, "so, as it's a see through blouse, I love it."

"I still think that they're too small," she said with a little pout.

"Minx," I chuckled, "you're fishing for a complement,".

"I like it when you complement me. It makes me feel good. Are they too small?" she asked, mock plaintively.

"I don't know," I said, "I'll have to have a closer look" and I moved my head down to her lovely pert breasts.

I'd decided that I wanted to taste her lovely young body, to delve into her pusssy with my tongue and drink her juices. I didn't know whether she'd been put to the tongue before although I did suspect that possibly she and Kalsoom had something going on between them. I would try and find out about that later but it didn't really matter, it's certain that Anjli liked men!

I began to kiss and lick her boobs. All over them my tongue traveled, particularly to that tender area underneath. Anjli seemed to love it.

"Oh yes," she said breathlessly, "that's lovely. Keep doing that. Are they too small?"

She was nothing if not persistent, "They are just the right size," I laughed, "and especially beautiful. I'm going to spend the next 10 minutes examining them really closely so I can tell you all about them!"

She chuckled in response and said, "Spend as long as you like, I love it".

Although her breasts were not very big they were perfectly formed domes with a sensuous dark brown hazel nut sized nipple set in a light brown aureole. I used my tongue to circle the nipple and bring it to full hardness. I could tell she was enjoying this attention, her hands came down to my head and began to stroke my hair. Soft mewing sounds came from her as she lay there having her tits stimulated. This attention was obviously starting her on the road to another orgasm, one which I wanted to give with my tongue so it was time to move south. I left her breasts and traveled down her chest and across the lovely soft curve of her stomach and lodged in her delightful little tummy button. I circled round and round this little hollow before pushing my tongue inside. She laughed, "That tickles," she said.

"Shall I stop," I said, lifting my head.

"Oh no, don't stop. It's lovely".

I continued to 'tongue' her button and allowed my hand to wander to her down covered mons. As my hand stroked the soft downy hair my desire to eat her became overpowering but I really wanted this to be good for her so I held back a little. I slowly allowed my mouth and tongue to kiss and lick down the soft slope of the tummy and into her pubic hair. The taste was marvelous, slightly salty, slightly pungent from the amalgamation of her perspiration and juices. Not wanting to get to the point straight away I allowed my mouth to kiss past her pussy and onto the tops of her legs then down into the beautifully soft area on the inside. Anjli was making soft catlike mewing sounds as she enjoyed my visit to the, obviously, very sensitive area between her legs.

After a few minutes of teasing her with my tongue I focused directly on her sex. It was quite lovely. I could see the hood of her clitoris with, by now, that little man just poking out. Below was the lovely channel of her sex, almost begging for a tongue to stimulate it. I started by running my tongue lightly over her pussy and flicking her clit. Each time I did this elicited a little gasp from Anjli, she was really coming on now.

I lifted my head, "Is that good?"

"Oh, fuck, yes", she said, "more please!"

I reached down and opened her legs wider so that I could move down in between them and, after I did so, I faced her beautiful femininity. I lifted her knees to give me even greater access to her and, as I did so, got my first sight of her delightful puckered little anus. Another visitation by the animal! My cock went rigid and I had this tremendous desire to bugger her. To thrust deep in that tight little channel without consideration. I could almost feel myself breaching her defenses, her screaming in pain as I violated her most private place, and reaching deep inside her to deposit gallons of spunk in the depths of her bowels. Thankfully this vision vanished quickly and I looked forward to greater acquaintance with her beautiful bottom hole a bit later.

I moved my head down and began to lick her in earnest. Backwards and forwards, up and down her I licked, occasionally flicking her clit, sometimes rolling my tongue and fucking her pussy with it. I wanted to keep her on the brink for as long as possible. I could hear her moaning in the background but my world was centered on this exquisite pleasure park. The sight, the smell, and primarily, the taste. It was indescribable, I've heard the phrase 'virgins milk' but I didn't know what it meant until now. Anjli wasn't a virgin by any means but her 'milk' tasted bloody good.

After a while tonguing, licking and sucking, I buried my face in her and put both hands underneath her bottom, feeling the wonderful softness of her cheeks. Anjli was now close to orgasm. She must have been 'high' for the whole time I'd been sucking her. Her clit was now poking out from its little hideaway so I took it gently in my mouth and began to softly suck it. Anjli went crazy. Her orgasm hit and she flooded me with juice.

"Oh fuck, bloody hell, Christ, shit, bugger, ooooooohhhhhhh", exploded from her as the orgasm racked her body. Her legs closed tightly on my head and her hands came down to pull me into her as she thrust up into my face. I couldn't move, she had me pinned in this heavenly embrace. I could just hear this continued litany, "Oh fuck meeeeeeeeee, bloody hel ahhhhhhhhhl, christ, shit, bugger, ooooooohhhhhhh" over and over again. It must have lasted a couple of minutes, I could barely breathe held so tightly was I held by her, but it was fantastic to feel her losing herself so completely. I think she had forgotten about me for the moment, I was just the instrument of her orgasm which was, by now, slowly retreating.

She released me and again I moved up to lay beside her. I looked down at her face, covered with perspiration from the effort of her orgasm, and gently moved down and kissed her lips parting them with my tongue. I insinuated my tongue into her mouth and our tongues met. "Can you taste yourself?" I asked moving away.

"Mmmmm", she said, "oh that was soooo good, much better than ...." she stopped.

"Much better than?" I questioned.

"Oh, it doesn't matter", she said, "it was fantastic".

"Come on darling," I said, "much better than what?"

"Oh, all right, much better than Kalsoom. There now you know!" she said petulantly.

"Are you and Kalsoom, you know, lovers?"

"Well, I suppose we are really, Kalsoom likes boys as much as I do but sometimes we make love with each other. Does it bother you?" she asked tentatively.

"No, not really," I replied laughing, "it's obvious you like men!"

"Mmm," she said laughing response, "I do, especially this one." She poked me in the chest then went on, "I don't think that we're gay, we just love each other and give each other support. Isn't it like that with men?" she asked.
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I laughed, "No most definitely not. Two male friends would never say that they 'loved' each other, at least not nowadays. I suppose that's a major difference between men and women. You seem to be able to be much more emotionally attached to your friends and I assume Kalsoom is especially close."

"We've been friends for a long time really, she advises me 'cos she's a bit older. I think that you'd like her. We talked a lot about today She gave me lots of 'advice'," she laughed.."

"Oh, did she now, and what did she say?"

"She said you might be move demanding, you know, positions, different things to do. Oh, you know. Now I'm getting embarrassed. How can I get embarrassed when you've just done that to me. I'm being silly again"

I sensed that this was the time to broach the subject of anal sex. I was sure that Kalsoom, who I knew was a nurse, and a bit more experienced than Anjli, would have mentioned it. Especially in the light of what Anjli had just said and how embarrassed she had become so I thought I would gently push her on this.

"What 'different things to do'? I'm intrigued. She might have thought of something I haven't," I joked.

She colored up a little bit and said, "Well. Oh, it's difficult. Oh dear. Well OK." She looked me straight in the eye, and said with that lovely determined look on her face, "You let me finish before you interrupt, OK?"

"Promise, go ahead", heart pounding – could this be it?

"You know I've been telling Kalsoom all about us and you. I've told her how much I thought you liked my bottom. I've seen you looking at me and the heat in your eyes almost burns me. That why I always wear such tight jeans when I'm with you. I know you like it and I love it that you like it so much – despite the fact that I think it's too big!. Well, when we were talking about today, she said that all men have a 'favorite part' of a woman. Something that turns them on. It might be legs, boobs, bottom, face, ankles, anything. She thinks that with you it's my bottom." She looked at me, demurely, and said, "Is it?"

"Anjli, I like everything about you, but, yes she's right. I love the female bottom and yours, far from being too big, is exquisite."

"It's nice when you say things like that. Anyway, she said that if you were that interested in my bottom you might want to, er, um. Oh, I don't know how to say it. . . .", she stuttered, "Oh dear. That you might want to make love to me there." she finally managed to blurt out.

I intended to push her all the way now that she was thinking about it so I said, "What did she mean? Did she explain?"

"Oh yes," said Anjli finally grasping the nettle and giving me a broadside with those lovely blue eyes, "she said that you might want to put your cock in my bottom. Do you want too?", abruptly.

My heart leapt into my mouth, my breathing increased and I shot back to rock hardness as, again, I pictured in my mind taking this lovely young woman in the rear. Pushing my cock past the tight crinkled ring of her anus and abusing her rectum by thrusting like a steam piston in and out. Getting balls deep in her back door and filling her up with spunk, not caring how she felt about it as she writhed beneath me either in agony or pleasure. I didn't care, all I felt was this almost overwhelming desire to truly bugger her. These visions flitted across my mind and I quickly put them to rest. That was only part of me. What I really wanted was to nurture this lovely young woman into all the pleasures of sex, straight, anal and oral. Only that way would I really enjoy breaching her, suspected, anal virginity and bring pleasure to her at the same time.

Rather hoarsely I responded to her question, "Oh yes, do I want too, yes very much. Have you never done it?"

"No, I haven't."

"Do you want to. I do very much, but only if you want it too. Do you?", I asked, passion hanging on the reply.

"I don't know really, now I want to please you like you just pleased me, but I've never done that. I've read about it but I thought that it was just fiction. It wasn't until we talked about it and Kalsoom explained that it was possible and quite normal that I realized I could try it. She told me she had tried it a few times and it was OK, she quite liked it and it would be OK for me if you were kind and gentle." She was quiet for a few moments, apparently thinking, "Well, you are kind and gentle so, yes I'd like to try it. There, I've said it. Yes, I want you to do it, you can be the first one. I'll be a virgin there," she laughed, "so I can give you my virginity. That's good."

I couldn't speak, I was so overcome by her beauty and the words she was uttering. My feelings for her were becoming difficult to contain. They were sexual of course but there was something else. I put my arms round her and hugged her tightly, feeling her vibrant young body pressed up against mine. "What have I done to deserve you?" I finally managed to say softly, directly into her, I now noticed, perfectly formed ear. I needed to pull myself back from the brink, I wanted this day to last much longer. I didn't want to take her there yet.

I pulled away from her and said, "I very much want to do that to you. That was what I was imagining the second time we met and you asked me what I was thinking. But I don't want to do it yet. If we do that I'll be finished," I laughed, "and I haven't finished with you yet!"

"Perhaps it was just as well you didn't tell me," she said laughing, "you might have frightened me off!"

"I'm surprised that none of your boyfriends tried anything like that," I said, "your bottom is so enticing."

"I don't think that they noticed me in that way, really. That's why I got fed up with them. None of them thought about me, only themselves." Again she focused those big blue eyes on me, "Why is my bottom so nice?" she asked, coyly.

"You're fishing for compliments again," I said laughing, "but I like complementing you so I don't mind. It might sound a bit clinical though, I've never described to it's owner why a bottom is attractive! Anyhow here goes, your bottom is so nice because it is 'proud'. There's a lovely curve from your waist . . ."

"That's to big as well!", she interjected.

". . to your hips. It gives you a nice curvy shape from the back, you know," and I made the Coca Cola bottle shape with my hands, "but what is really sexy is the way your bottom juts out behind and then curves up to meet your legs. There's a lovely roundness to your bottom cheeks that your wearing of tight jeans accentuates. You don't know how hard it has been not to touch you there. . ."

"But you can now," she said, "I'm looking forward to you touching me there but I'm a little bit frightened of. . . Oh, you know . . . It feels so big, I can't imagine that it'll go there, will it? Will it . . . . hurt??", she finally managed to say.

"Most of the women I've done this with have enjoyed it, some even more than straight sex. I've been told it hurts the first few times but if you like it that goes away. And yes, it will go there if you want it to. The most important thing is to take it gently and carefully the first time or two and to use plenty of lube".

"Lube?" she said.

"Yes, you don't lubricate there so it can be very painful without Vaseline, KY or something like that."

"Oh, I see," she said, "will I like it?"

"I honestly don't know," I said, "it's something you won't know until you try but, as I said, most women I've done it with have enjoyed it. And you said Kalsoom liked it."

"But she might have just said that."

I leant down and kissed her and said, "The most important thing is that you enjoy it, I'll do all I can to make it a pleasant experience for you. I know it will be good for me, it's my favorite for of sex and with you it will be fantastic because of your wonderful bottom."

"I love it when you say nice things about me, you definitely don't think it's too big," she said fishing for yet another complement.

"Minx," I said laughing with her, "its certainly not too big for what I have in mind to do to it!".

"Shall we do it now?", she asked, coyly.

Another flash of animalistic passion. Yes, I thought, hard and violent, thrusting past the tight little ring deep inside you. Buggering you with all my strength and power. Pounding your back passage until it was raw, bleeding, and completely mine, until I'm raw and we were both screaming in agony/pleasure and I was Cumming in blood not spunk. Hell these thoughts could send a man mad but this wasn't reality.

"Not yet," I said looking down at her, "you've got to cum a few more times yet before your ready for your first time."

She smiled at me very sexily, sending shivers down my spire, "I'm looking forward to that but first I want to get to know you a bit better." With that she licked her lips in a most provocative way and moved her hand down to take hold of my, by now, only semi-erect cock.

This is where I began so now I'll finish.
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