I found what I wanted in life in an unexpected place, at an unexpected time, in an unexpected woman.. In a region of India whose name I couldn’t even pronounce back then, in a woman I had never met before.. In a woman I had never known, whose existence I would never acknowledge.. In that woman finding herself..

I've always been an average-looking guy. I'm 5'9", slim, with a thin face, glasses, dark hair, and pale skin. I wasn’t born into a family that would give me a head start in life, nor do I have any remarkable accomplishments. I was never a very successful student, but I never failed any classes either.. I'm not great at basketball, but no one can say I don’t play.. To be honest, I am an average..

This turning point in my life happened when I was 26, exactly 8 years ago.

After finishing engineering, I was living in Austin with my best friend Anish and his fiancée Marien. Life was beautiful.. After school, we had finally started making decent money, rented a nice house together, and had a good routine set up.. Marien, a Korean who worked at a beauty salon, always had attractive friends around. Sometimes I was lucky enough to join them.. Though I wasn't perfect in bed, being able to make love every now and then after so many years felt nice.. Life was beautiful

When Anish said he was going to marry Marien that autumn, he was wearing a hat with "Never Stop" written on it. Since we were both very high at that moment, I was trying to understand the connection between the hat and the situation. Five months later, watching them dance on stage with an Indian whiskey in my hand at their wedding, the "Never Stop" hat came to mind again.. India was really a different place. The wedding was held in a resort hotel in a place you could call suburban in Kerala. All the men around somewhat looked like Anish. The women didn’t look anything like the Indian women in America. The women here were shorter, fatter, and darker. Whether it was specific to this wedding or because we were almost in the southernmost part of the country, I wasn’t sure. Excluding Mexico, this was the first time I had been abroad. The people in this wet country were nothing like I had seen before. I had thought my luck would turn at this wedding. Anish had always told me that I would be very lucky in India, that just coming from the west and my white skin would make me a god (!) there. Women were really interested in me. I kept catching someone looking at me. But these weren't the women I wanted to be with. At least I thought so..

As it approached midnight, the wedding in the hall ended, and the guests started dispersing after congratulating the couple. The party Anish and I had long planned was just beginning. We agreed to meet in my room at 1:00 AM with Anish, Marienne, another friend from Texas, five friends of Anish from high school and college, and Marien’s only friend who came from Korea, and dispersed. Anish’s friend from India had hinted he would bring something we had never seen before, raising our expectations. With these thoughts, I went to my room to change. My room was at the very end of a two-story building on the first floor. We wanted to get the upper floor also, but it was under maintenance. It meant we would be alone in this remote corner of the hotel. The night could really be fun.

The party started like any party.. Bottles of Indian whiskey were being emptied one after another, and we were planning the last details of the one-week India trip that would start in two days. Later in the evening, Anish’s friend joined us with the promised eternal happiness. He had a strange herb in his hand. He mentioned that its effects could last for 8-9 hours since it was something special here. It was 4 AM by then, so we hesitated a bit. The girls didn’t want it and withdrew to their rooms. We men stayed and talked for another 2-3 hours. This was really nothing like what we had in America. Everything I did felt amplified. I could even taste the most detailed notes of the whiskey I was drinking. When I stepped out onto the balcony, I breathed in the sharp scent of the sea. The sea had been there for three days, but I had never breathed in its scent so sharply before. I noticed the hidden Indian woman in the artwork hanging on the wall. That picture had been there for three days, but I had never noticed the hidden woman there before. I began to wonder if I was imagining these things and asked Anish if he saw the same thing. He agreed with me. This shit had completely opened up all my senses, making me perceive things as I had never wept before. When daylight came, one of Anish’s friends mentioned he wanted to stay alone and listen to music, leaving our group. The others followed him. The sun had risen, and I was left in my room, feeling everything very intensely...

I must have fallen asleep while listening to music.. My night had passed with journeys to different universes.. In my last dream, I was wearing a garment made of flowers that felt like velvet. When I looked at the petals of the flowers, I saw each licking my body with a woman’s tongue, and then the door knocked. -Housekeeping!

I wanted to keep my eyes closed and watch the flower women continue licking my body. But my room was a complete mess. I didn’t want to leave it like that. Also, it didn’t occur to me to say I would come in the afternoon, frankly. I got up and opened the door. A classic Indian housekeeper was standing there. I gestured that she could come in and continued trying to sleep.. 5-6 minutes later, an incredible smell started to fill my nose.

I don’t know how, but I could feel the warmth from where the smell was coming. It was hot, humid, and sour.. As I breathed it in, I felt this humid warmth on my face.. The sourness was very layered. It wasn’t just sweat, it felt like there was also a spice I couldn’t identify. And of course, there was plenty of cleaning product and alcohol smell. But my brain was isolating the smell of cleaning products and alcohol, making me smell only the warm, humid, slightly sour, and spicy scent of skin. My body wanted to be at the source of this smell, to breathe it in until my lungs burst, and to stay like that. Curious and slowly, I opened my eyes. The cleaning lady was collecting the glasses left from the night before on the table next to the bed. She was wearing the dark navy blue t-shirt that all the hotel's cleaning staff wore, and thin black trousers underneath. She was turned away from me at that moment. But from this angle, I could see the dampness under her arm, and probably the source of the smell was this dampness..

I sat up a bit to see the woman better.. At that moment, I realized I was naked. I only had my boxer on, the thin mattress had slipped off. The room was strangely warm because I had left the door open in the evening. The air conditioning wasn’t enough to balance the 45-degree air coming in from the open door. I was absolutely drenched in sweat. The cleaning lady had sweated as soon as she entered my room, and had started to leave her scent on me.. Not knowing what to say, I said Hello. She turned around in surprise and said, Sir? Now I could see her face. She was in her mid-forties, about 5'3" tall, very dark-skinned, not fat but plump in the way Indian women often are, with facial features not particularly attractive, just ordinary.. When she turned around, not only under her arms but also between her breasts had sweated, and this sweat had made its mark on her thin t-shirt. These women could wear thin things because they worked in air-conditioned environments. However, me leaving the balcony door open in the evening had changed everything.. She was sweating, and as she sweated, the marks started to show in her erotic areas.

She pointed to the balkony door again saying sir trying to ask if we she can close the door.. Yes, it was very hot inside. But I didn’t want to cut off the source of her femininity. I said No, staying on the edge of the bed. Normally, I'm not this kind of person. If someone asks me if they should close the door, I immediately agree and then scold myself for saying yes. However, I was still feeling the effects of what we had used the previous day. I was perceiving my surroundings better, and I was more myself.. At that moment, I wanted this timid and average woman to sweat, and I left the door open and let hot wet Indian air inside..

She was surprised when I asked her to leave the door open. I was lustfully looking at the sweaty areas between her breasts, under her neck.. She, however, had turned her head and started collecting the whiskey bottles from the night before.. This time, I started looking down towards the area that was dripping and showing below her waist.. At first, she didn't realize that I was looking at her with such desirous eyes.. To be honest, I didn't realize it either.. At that moment, I just wanted to smell her and lick the wet parts of her body. I was slowly beginning to understandthat this was a sexual desire... She, on the other hand, was giving me furtive glances, timid and puzzled.. I was a white-skinned god (!) from America to her.. And she was nothing. Thinking the possibility of me desiring her was zero, she was trying to understand what I wanted from her. Those furtive glances were not because she wanted me, but because she was trying to understand me.

We continued this game for about 5 minutes. The air was getting hotter, and her t-shirt was completely sticking to her body. Her large breasts didn’t move much because of her bra, but the sweat marks where her breasts met showed how beautifully shaped her breasts were. I, on the other hand, was lost in this visual and smell feast. I might have been looking at her as if she was food. I knew putting a woman in such a difficult position was utterly disgraceful. A voice in my head kept saying this. She's a housekeeper, she's afraid of you, what you're doing is not ethical. But the scent of the woman was empowering the animal inside me, silencing that voice..

She came to the edge of my bed to collect my suit from the night before. By then, I was genuinely aroused, and her eyes glanced at my manhood. I didn’t want to get excited about it the first time, thinking it was just from shock. But on her second timid look, I started to think she might be feeling something similar. Empowered by this, I showed her the artwork on the wall. "Look, it resembles you," I said. Indeed, the hidden woman in the art did look like the housekeeper. The woman's hands in the painting were joined above her head. I smiled again, saying she looked like her, and raised my hands above my head. She looked at me and the painting in shock, a nervous smile on her face. Since we couldn’t understand each other, I asked Google Translate to translate it into Hindi. The woman still didn’t understand and muttered something about Tamil. I asked Google Translate to translate it into Tamil, and bingo, the woman understood. At that moment, she started to laugh mischievously. I had just told her that a mere silhouette resembled her, but she found it very amusing.

"Stand like her," I said then, and Google Translate translated it into Tamil with a sexy tone. Smiling and shy, she shook her head from side to side, but the mischief in her smile told me she wanted to continue this conversation. I sat up from the bed and sat on the edge. Now there was less than 50 cm between us. She looked at me with shocked, fearful, and admiring eyes. I took her by the wrists, raised her hands above her head, and showed her the painting. I stepped back a bit and indicated that they looked the same. She started to laugh mischievously and began to sway her head like traditional Indian dancers.. "Not quite, you need to bend your arms a bit more," I said, holding her wrists. This time she wasn't afraid and didn't react. She showed me that she wanted to play along by not doing anything. I held her wrists and showed her how she needed to bend her elbows a bit, leaving only about 20 cm between me and her armpit. The scent was now unresistable. It was as if all her femininity was flushing out from there, taking control of me.. A woman who I wouldn't notice on the street, who I wouldn’t even acknowledge existed, had captured me with her scent.. At that moment, time stopped, I closed my eyes. I didn’t know what to do.. My head was involuntarily moving closer, but I didn’t know what the outcome would be or what I wanted.. Now she watched me with a mature curiosity.. The fear in her eyes was gradually replaced by curiosity. The concern brought by her social status and sexual inexperience stood there, but she watched me with the composure that age brings.. I slowly brought my face closer and pressed my nose to her armpit. My subconscious had decided this was a risk-free move. If she reacted, I could just say I was so drunk I collapsed. And I began to breathe in the hot and humid wetness. The woman really smelled of sweat, and she hadn’t used any deodorant. Outside or if I were sober, this smell would have disgusted me, but in this state, it had captured me. Seconds passed, and her lack of reaction excited me even more. Every second she did nothing brought us one step closer to sex. After 5-6 breaths, I decided to remove the thin veil between the source of the smell and myself. I slid my hand up the sleeves of her short-sleeved t-shirt towards her shoulders. Half of her dark, slightly hairy armpit, which had been fully shaved two weeks ago, was now in front of me. I could see the stubble and the droplets gathered between them. The woman’s lack of reaction was thrilling me even more. I wanted to lick these droplets, to breathe them in, but looking into her face for a green light felt necessary at that moment. I was so afraid to see fear in her face that I locked my eyes on her armpit and slowly pressed my lips to her skin.

It was like the fleshly armpit was a pair of lips, and I was deeply kissing it. I inhaled the intense scent while the gradually diminishing aroma saddened me. Then I felt her timid right hand moving towards me. I thought my head would snap back and everything would end, but it didn’t. She fully raised the sleeve of the t-shirt she had half-pulled up and opened her armpit a bit more. I eagerly began to lick the newly exposed parts. When I turned to look at her face, the nervousness and fear in her smile had decreased, replaced by tenderness. This woman was really not attractive. But I could think of nothing else but to be with her. Drawing strength from her tender smile, I pressed my lips to hers. I had concerns about catching an unknown microbe or STD that might not exist in America, but the scent that had taken over me prevented me from thinking clearly. We kissed for a few seconds before she pushed me away. It was as if moving would spend energy she didn’t have, and she might run out of batteries, so she did everything vaguely. She pointed towards the door. Apparently, the unlocked door was making her nervous. I stood up to lock it, feeling my penis was about to burst. I wondered if she had seen it, but at that moment, turning my head back to look was too tiring. I locked the door from behind. When I turned back, she was still looking at me. This wasn’t a lustful look. It was a look that wanted to make sure I was doing everything right. What could I do wrong, I thought, while the idea to hang the do-not-disturb sign on the door came to me. But that would be meaningless. Because if the friends who knew she was here saw the do not disturb, they would be suspicious. I took the card, didn’t hang it up, and crossed my hands. She nodded with her head and smiled. Then she turned her head towards the open balcony door. From that angle, only the sea and trees were visible, but she seemed to want to risk that too. I closed the door as well. After closing the door, I also turned off the air conditioning. I wanted her to sweat more and to drink more of her bin. She smiled mischievously when I turned off the air conditioning.. And I returned to her side. I looked at her face with even greater confidence and appetite. Her skin was not fresh. The tough life she had lived was evident in the fine lines on her face and the distinct red and black spots. Of course, this natural face without makeup was unlike any face I had seen until that day. After looking into her eyes again, I dived back into her lips. I could feel her closing her eyes as our lips met. I was kissing her plump lips while the sweat dripping from her face mingled with the sweat dripping from mine.

I held her arms and laid her face down on the bed. Her arms were flush against her body as she awaited what was to come. It was as if she was trying not to take up too much space on the bed. When I put my hand under her waist to embrace her, I felt her own heat mixing with the humidity of the bed. I touched the dampness at her waist and started to lift her t-shirt from the back to the front. While doing this, the room temperature seemed very high. Because all the doors and windows were closed, and the humid late summer in Kerala was really hot. I lifted her t-shirt up to her black bra. Her long, bushy, but pitch-black hair strands had started to stick to her neck and arms from the sweat. I licked this area of her neck and then went back to her lips. I was sucking on her lips in a lost frenzy. But I was really sucking them. Because there was no sign that she was making love with me. She had just lain down, and she was calmly watching as I tried to consume her. There were no signals that she was enjoying what I was doing or that she wanted to join me. I truly felt like an animal. I was sure I wasn’t forcing her; she could have stopped it at any time. But what if her culture was forcing her to submit? I couldn't get this question out of my head.

While these thoughts hazily passed through my mind, I decided to take the situation a step further. Lying next to her, I placed my right hand over her thin trousers on her vagina. As soon as I touched her, she shivered. This woman had not been intimate for a very long time. Until that moment, I thought what I considered trousers were some sort of pajamas. I untied the strings and slid my hand inside. I began to caress her vagina over her thin panties. The panties were soaked too, though whether from the heat or arousal, I wasn't sure. While my mouth was on the nape of her neck, sucking, my hand was trying to determine the cause of the wetness. Moreover, I wanted to taste this moisture. It was as if I was famished and in front of a massive buffet, eager to taste every type of wetness each second.. I sat up and completely removed her pajamas. Her panties were stained, but the area around her vagina was intensely wet. This wetness was my doing. I paused for a moment because the panties really didn't look clean. There were vague yellow stains on them. But it was too late for anything now. I began to lick her vagina through her panties. At that moment, her body twitched as if electrified. As I licked her panties relentlessly, her breathing became more frequent. I slid the panties to the side and exposed her vagina. It was pitch black with black pimple-like bumps on it. When I opened it slightly, I saw a deep red color inside. The smell was intensifying. It was as if I could see the steam coming from there. Unable to resist any longer, I buried my face in this wetness. She let out a soft moan, and I felt her plump hand on the back of my head. And now, I was freed from all my fears. She wanted this too. I had invited her to this game by desiring her intensely, by approaching her body as if she were a goddess, by licking and cleansing every square centimeter of her. Now she was in this game with me. As I pressed my head against her vagina, I felt her tentative hand relax. Who was she to push against the head of a god (!) like me? I found these peoples white man fixations funny . To invite her further into the game, I looked into her eyes and smiled, then dove back into her lips. This time, she started to respond. I now knew she desired me deeply. After a while, I pulled back, removed her thoroughly soaked t-shirt, and freed her large breasts by removing her bra. The parts of the bra that touched her breasts were damp and worn. I brought the bra to my nose, and the smell mesmerized me.

Now we were both naked. Naked and wet. The air in the room had heated up to the point where even breathing was difficult. Our bodies stuck together as we tried to separate them because the sweat glued us together. My penis was touching her vagina, and I was literally struggling to keep it from entering her. I reached into my bag and took out a condom. I wanted her raw, but I wasn't willing to take that much risk. I thought about it for a moment. I really wanted her raw. To feel her in the deepest, most genuine sense. But my mind said no more, and I put on the condom. After I put on the condom, I entered her quickly. Our bodies were glued together, and I moved inside her just by swaying my hips. Her periodic moans became rhythmic. She pressed her legs towards me, burning my earlobe, guiding me subtly but effectively. Her passionate and timid actions drove me further, making me feel like a deity helping her discover her femininity. It had only been a minute or two before I realized I was going to climax. We had arrived at this moment too quickly because the long erotic foreplay had left me breathless. Normally, in such situations, I would pull out and change positions to buy time. But no other position came to mind that would make me feel closer to her, let me feel her more intensely. She, with her eyes half-closed, wondered what I would do next. Knowing this was the position I had chosen, that I would climax intensely, and realizing that the effects of what we had used the day before were starting to wear off, I sat on the edge of the bed and invited her to sit on my lap, facing me. She did as I said and took me inside her in that position. Yes, this was nice. My nose was in her armpit, my hand on her waist, our bodies sticky with sweat as we made love for a few more minutes. When I began to climax, I felt my penis become rigid as a rectangular prism. I was climaxing so intensely, I felt as if my penis might burst.

What felt like hours was actually only 15 minutes. I had lived as if in a different universe, a different time. When I opened my eyes, she had gotten up and was timidly starting to gather her clothes. She quickly wiped herself down with a towel and started to dress. While doing this, she wasn't looking at me. Without asking me, she opened the door and the air conditioner. She looked at her watch. She was late. In a panic, she started to clean up the room and left without looking at me in 3-4 minutes.

Now fully back to myself, I continued to lie in bed for a while. The pillow still showed signs of the nape of her neck drenched in sweat. I laid my head there, inhaling her scent deeply. It was an unsettling smell. I wanted to stay in that state of the bed for longer. I got up and took a shower. I knew I needed to see her again. I called the reception, asking for the same person who cleaned my room to come back, to show me where she put a t-shirt I couldn’t find, and perhaps she could tidy up my bed. 15 minutes later, she entered the room timidly. This time, she was looking at me.. She smiled..