I fucking adore Desi girls. Their politeness, their sweetness, incredible skin tone, and their seeming innocence. The latter always makes me fantasise about just how filthy their are behind closed doors, and it drives me wild.

My only close encounter was in college, in a shitty nightclub. This old-style establishment was dark as night, appealing pop music blaring just too loud, and a variety of dingy booths with sofas and tables.

After a lot of vodka and red bull, and poor dancing, I struck up a strained conversation with an incredible petite Indian girl. Enormous kind brown eyes, tight jeans, slim figure, smile that lit up her face like hitting jackpot on a pinball machine. Due to the loud music I couldn't hear what she was shouting in my ear on the dance floor. Much "What??" into each other ear's ensued, before she shook her head and pulled me by the arm off the dance floor, to an empty booth.

We sat, then I leaned and said "What?" one more time, but I hadn't gotten the word fully out of my mouth, when my mouth was filled with her tongue, and her warm breath. I was surprised but leaned into it easily. We made out for maybe half an hour, all young fumbles and breathy moans and too much tongue. I was as hard as a rock very quickly. She noticed and began to rub my cock through my jeans, slowly at first then matching the speed and verocity of our kissing. She then slid her hand down the loosened front of my pants and starting stroking my hard dick, gently and with surprising delicacy. I tried to reciprocate but, gice the tightness of her jeans, I could only focus on the outside, her thighs, her warm crotch, her perky little breasts, her smooth cheeks, her hair. I figured, I'll focus on what's in those jeans later.

She picks up pace and I suddenly get really close. Before I can ask her to stop, I explode into my pants, all over her hand, and the fierceness of her kissing and pumping abates.

Well, that was somewhat embarrassing but also, really fucking hot. She kissed me and giggled in my ear. I apologised and she said she liked how turned on I got.. She made her excuses to go to the bathroom to clean my load off her hand. I tell her I'll wait here.

Here's the sickener - she disappeared and I didn't see her again. Waited maybe half an hour before realising she ain't coming back. Looking back it's a nice memory to have nonetheless.

To this day I have an enormous hard-on Indian girls