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I went to the desi party in the block around 7 PM on March 2012 in South Brunswick Manor Community, in New Jersey. It was a holi party hosted by the good Indian folks residing there. All residents and guests were invited. The crowd turnout was quite a large, considering it was a week night. Since it’s been a while the last time I played holi; it was in Bombay, when I was 17 years old, I didn’t know what to wear. So I decided on a white tee, which showed my muscles and pecks. I am 5’10” in height. As I entered the community area, where tents were setup for holi colors, food, drinks etc, I heard music. Under the lights in front of the tents, there were some groups of people dancing to a hindi song. There were kids (mostly Indian, some white), there were women and men on the sides, talking with beer in their hand. Some women looked a bit buzzed as well. I couldn’t recognize their faces with the colors on. I said ‘hello’ to the organizers and dropped in a dish, that I had bought earlier from the restaurant, in the tent. I got a beer and went to watch the dance, standing beside the men. Most were passing lewd comments about the women and the women were bayan escort beylikdüzü flaunting in front of the men. But I knew not to make any such comments, as most were married and friends with each other. I kept my distance. Some of the wives started pulling their husbands into the dance area. Manish pushed me into the middle of the dancing folks. He said, “Have fun buddy”. I was bit timid, since I am a single, divorced guy in my 30s and not used to having with so many Indian people around me. Since the light wasn’t so bright, I saw a woman, probably in her early thirties, was pulling my hand in and started to groove to the music. The beer got to me a bit and I stared at her. She was wearing a long white skirt, a light pink top and she wore hoop earrings. She was about 5’4″ with light skin, jet black hair and a nice neck. I noticed that she had a ring and wondered if she was really married. She started rubbing my crotch with her gyrations. I caressed her boobs, without anyone noticing. “I am Sid,” I said. “I am Malini,” she screamed into my ears. I wasn’t complaining, she had pretty eyes and a great ass. escort bayan beylikdüzü “Do you live around here, Malini”? “I am not from here Sid, this is spring break for my son, Arju, We are visiting my sister,” she said, with a bright smile. “What about you Sid”? “I live around the corner, behind those big trees in the condo on the first floor.” “Nice, then you have all the privacy. Are you married?” “I was once but its been a while. I just date.” Her 6 year-old son, Arju, came in about 5 minutes later and asked if it was okay to go and stay the night with her sister’s friend, in Dayton. She stepped out and said something to her sister and then, after waving goodbye to her son, came back to me. “My sister’s going to drop him off at her friend’s place and will be back in an hour.” I kind of got an idea where she was going with this. It gave me an instant hard-on. “Would you like some more wine, Malini? I have some in my condo.” “I am not sure, Sid, this seems to be a desi community and people gossip.” “Why don’t I go ahead, open my door and you can sneak in? The three other families in my building are here kayaşehir escort at the party and they will be here at least two more hours.” She hesitated a bit, ‘I’m sorry, I can’t do that. I am married.” “I promise you, it won’t take too long just a glass of my best wine and then you can go back. No one will notice you.” “Do you think I am some kind of slut?” “My intentions are very pure,” I said without much conviction, staring at her boobs. She bit her lips and said, “What’s the door number?” I said, “Number 49, behind the big trees.” I started sneakily walking to my condo. After five minutes, I heard a knock on my door. It was Malini. I pulled her inside. “Shit, you’re hurting me!” I said, “You haven’t starting hurting yet!” Winking at her. In the light of my condo, she looked so pretty. She went to the powder room, washed her face and hands and came out clean. “Hmm… So, this is your bachelor pad, where you bring all your women?” “Not all, just some.” She caught me staring at her chest. “Now, where’s my glass of wine?” She asked. I poured the wine into two glasses and gave it to her, caressing her fingers. She didn’t seem to mind. She walked to the wall and started looking at a painting of a naked woman. “Sid, this is a great work of art, why isn’t she clothed?” I went behind her, just an inch away from her ass and whispered into her ear, “I had to undress her first, to begin the painting.” She turned back abruptly and her cheeks brushed my chin.
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