Where it happened: Khajuraho, India
Langauge: English
Sex: Male
Rating: 5
Category: Straight
This happened about 5 years ago, right after I had graduated from high school. My Mother and Dad were world travelers, but had not seen India or Nepal, so they decided to take a tour that was advertized in the Lindblad Tourist magazine. It was a 2 week trip to Indiaand Nepal. I went along, because I was going to take International studies in college and my parents thought it would be a good experience for me.
Our first stop was in New Delhi, where we were met by our guide for the two weeks, Miss Singh. She was an Indian lady, probably between 25 or 30,darkskinned but attractive. She spoke fairly good English, but with a decidedly British accent. There, in Delhi, she took us to see the famous Red Fort and the Jama Mosque and, of course, the Raj Ghat (where Gandhiwas assasinated).From there we journeyed by bus to Jaipur, the “Pink City,” and rode elephants up to the Amber Fort.Next, we toured the famous Taj Mahal in Agra, and then we flew to what was perhaps the most interesting part of our trip — at least it was for me: Khajuraho. There they have these beautiful temples built by the Chandela Kings in 950 A.D. They are fascinating structures made of stone, and covered from top to bottom with these intricate carvings depicting humanm life in all of its aspects. Mis Singh explained that these temples were not only places of worship, but also places of education, and therefore these carvings were there to educate the ordinary people about work, and war, and dancing, and all other aspects of life, including sexual pleasure. Many of these carving were very sensual and erotic in nature, depicting amorous couples engaging in sex in a great variety of ways. If you go to the Internet, you can see them for yourself, because words are not adequate to describe them.
Anyway, just seeing these carvings made me very horny. I had never had sex in my life, but I did have a girlfriend back home, and we had fooled around a lot, so I knew some of the basics. I had a hard time, that afternoon, trying to conceal the boner in my shorts.
After dinner that evening at the hotel, my folks went up to their room, and I stayed downstairs to take a look in the gift shop they had there. Browsing around, I found this small book that contained color photographs of these temples we had seen, and close ups of a lot of the erotic carvings depicted on them. I was paging through the book, enjoying the pictures, when Miss Singh, who must have noticed me, came up and said, “Those carvings this afternoon interested you, right?” I told her that it would be difficult not to be interested, because they truly were extremely graphic. We talked a little more, while I took the book to the cash register and purchased it. Then, to my surprise, Miss Singh asked me if I wanted to learn more about these carvings. I told her, Yes, and then she asked me if I had my own room in the hotel, which I did. Then we took the elevator up to the 6th floor and she came into my room with me. She was wearing her khaki work outfit, shorts and a blouse. My room had a small setee, along with a bed and a desk, so we both sat on this small couch, and started to go through the book, page by page, as she explained each scene which was depicted. Naturally, as we proceeded along, I got a raging hard-on, not only from the photos and her explanations, but we were sitting very close to each other and I could also feel the warmth of her arm against mine. Before long, she asked me if I might like to “try out” some of these positions. I guess she must have assumed that I was engaging in sex already, being a teenagedguy from the U.S., but she was so wrong about that. I was flabbergasted at her suggestion, but she was an attractive lady, and probably quite experienced, so I said Yes. She began to take off her blouse and shorts, revealing this beautiful body, covered now by only a skimpy bra and panties. She asked me to take off my shirt and shorts, and then all I had on was this pair of skimpy cotton briefs, now filled with my hard-on. We sat on the edge of the bed, and then took off our underwear. And so there I was,in this hotel in India, stark naked, with this attractive guide who I had only known for about 5 days.
She began by taking my hard penis in her hands, and describing, very matter-of-factly, its parts and its function. She was very knowledgeable. It was like a sex education class that I had never had back home. She pointed out the shaft, the skin, the sulcus, corona. glans, frenulum, and urethra (meatus) — all terms that were unfamiliar to me. I just knew, basically, that what she was describing, was my cock that was about to explode!
She then proceeded to describe the womans vagina in some detail,placing my finger on its various parts — the major and minor labia, the clitoris, the urethra and orifice. She, of course, had no hymen (which I had heard about), but she told me that not all girls or women have this “barrier,” and that it does not signify virginity or non-virginity. By the time she finished with her anatomy lesson, I really was ready to explode, but then she started to explain various techniques of foreplay, and how a woman could please a man, and vice versa. She then leaned over and began to kiss and lick the tip of my penis, and with that, within seconds, I did explode, and my white cream was coming out all over the place in great quantities. She masterfully, began to lick it all into her mouth and swallow it, and continued to engulf my love pole with her mouth and throat. I shivered and came several more times. Then we laid on the bed and she continued to show me how to make love to a woman. I followed her every instruction, and probably after an hour or so, she finally had me hard enough again to enter her, and I had my the very first fuck of my life! It was indescribable. Simply fantastic. I had never felt that anything could be so pleasuable. And to my surprise, I had even more love cream that simply kept coming forth and filling her vagina. Where it all came from, I’m sure I don’t know. We spent hours,that night, in my bed,going through the various positions depicted on those stone carvings we had seen in the afternoon. I really had not known that the human body was capable of such gyrations. It was early in the morning, about 5:00 A.M., when she got dressed again, and left me, exhausted, in my room, to go to her own.
The next day, we continued our tour of India, going to Varanasi, and the Ganges River and the varying sight there. When we completed our tour, and left India to go on to Nepal, Miss Singh left us, and we had a new guide. I never saw her again. But, I will always remember my first sexual encounter,with this talented Indian lady, probably ten years older than myself,and the wonderful evening we spent together.
After I got back to the States and entered college, I used the knowledge I gained that evening to good advantage. My girlfriend from high school, unfortunately went on to a differentcollege, so I never got to show her some of the techniques I learned, but there were several other college girls that i coupled with over the next 4 years, and they were amazed at what I knew how to do. I showed all of them, my book with the “Temple Pictures” from Khajuraho, and they were simply amazed that over a thousand years ago,men and women were engaging in the same pleasurable activity. I have loved sex from that first night in India. What a great gift from God it is! I engage in it at every opportunity.In short, FUCKING IS FUN!
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