This story is about one such trip I took to South India for work.I woke up the next morning with a knock on the door. I thought who is this? May be ro...om service to wake me up. But, I was surprised to see that Arjun had come to meet as it was my last day in Bangalore. He had brought a bouquet of white roses along with a gift for me. I opened it instantaneously, it had the same white coloured sari and dhoti in it. He said that he wants to see me in this once more. I said ok. I was about to pick. By the time Paul came in it had started to rain quite heavily and she had gone for a shower. When she returned wearing only a bathrobe Paul had made two steaming mugs of hot chocolate, both liberally laced with Bailey’s. He had showered previously but went into the bedroom to change into his kimono. Returning he sat down beside her on the hand woven rug they had brought back from Egypt, a gift from a Bedouin tribesman whose life they had saved. The log fire now roaring away, Lovingly Paul put. On my way back up her thigh only to brush the outline of her panties again, she reaches desperately with her own hand down to her lady bits, but I gently slap her hand before it reaches it's destination. I put her hand back at her side and she looks over at me with hungry eyes, then down to the visible bulge in my pants. She reaches out to grab it, but I slap her hand again. "This is not for me, it's for you" I say gently. She resigns and holds her hands to her side as she looks straight up at. She first let her hair open and started fiddling it over my tummy. My penis was getting only harder and it was erect and I was literally hungry for sex. At one instance I was even wondering if this lady was a virgin indeed. She started fiddling her hair over my body, face and over the groin. She then had brought Nilgiri oil along with her and she started rubbing it over my balls and penis. Oh, my… That was the best feeling indeed. Her tender fingers and the cool oil and the cold weather all.