IndianMeena

hi friends, i like to continue my story today about my time in india, and more about rajif and what happened in india during that time between us. my life in india was easy, we had servants who cleaned and cooked for us, if we liked, although everyone preffered my cooking whenever given the choice. i had everything i wanted, within reason, except excitement with boys, even talking or friendship was forbidden for me and other girls like me in india, who were from decent families. my father taught me from young not to be a prisioner to material possessions, and he learnt from his guru many things that would help him live a more spiritual existance. he would say these material  things would be here long after we die, and we should spend our money on good food for our health, rather than weighing ourselves down with greed for material things. he was, and always will be a free spirit, and has an inner peace within himself, and great love for his family. he passed these skills to me and taught me to meditate and live a simple, uncomplicated life. so you understand how india offered me a happy and peacefull life, but little in the way of excitement and danger with the opposite sex. then along came rajif to tempt me and bring some danger into my life.  rajif saw me regularly on my visits to the shops and often we sat and had pani puri and talked. my girlfriend who i had known since i was very young knew my situation, and covered for me, making out we were together, when realy i was with rajif. after the months went by and the sun continued to burn the ground beneath our feet, one day he told me he loved me and wanted to marry me. i immediately returned the feeling, not knowing what it realy meant, or the impact it would have on him. i had made him the happiest man in the world, telling him i loved him, so how wrong could it be?  i had not thought about the consequances or how my parents would view such a relationship. rajif was from a poor family and lower in caste, but i enjoyed being with him, i enjoyed the excitement and danger of a forbidden relationship, and when he touched me, i would shiver and get rushes, my heart would beat faster, and i would feel guilty, but something inside me wouldn’t let me stop. it was so far, just innocent fun, and on rare occasions i would go to his family home. his mother lived there alone and was very old and frail through hard work. we kissed there and held each other close, but every half an hour or so his mother would ask if we would like to eat or drink something. sometimes we were getting quite hot with each other when we heard a knock and had to stop what we were doing. i was secretly glad, as i did not feel ready for sex and certainly did not intend to lose my virginity before marriage, fearing my pottential  husband and family would dissown me.  at night when i was alone in my bed, i would think about rajif and play with myself before i went to sleep. i would get so wet thinking about what i might let him do the following day, but how far would i realy go?, and would i continue to have the self control that i’d had so far. i also had his mother as an excuse and reason not to let things get out of control. i masturbated myself each night, and had enough sexual stimulation doing this, along with the emotional needs i was getting from rajif, and fooling around in his room. i lie in bed one morning until late, it was so hot and i just lay on the bed naked feeling so horney, one hand stroking my breasts, the other hand playing with myself, using my fingers inside, i had my eyes closed and dreamed only about rajif, not hearing the knock on my door. the servant came in to make the bed and saw what i was doing but politely turned away. i stopped immediately, and felt so embaryssed. rajif was getting impatient and wanted to make love to me at his home, what could i do? what would i do? i didn’t want to lose him.