Carla had never before had sex with a man of an Asian nature, she was only used to the tip and body of a white man’s dick. She hadn’t fucked him yet, oh no. Although she had had mind-blowing thoughts, more than once, of this stranger resting his toned, glazed, darker body in between her curvy thighs.
Kamesh worked in a local restaurant. His Mother, a caring white woman, owned the place in which he worked. His Father, a knowledgeable Asian man, had set up another highly successful business further out of town. He didn’t see much of his Father, but he didn’t mind. Carla first saw Kamesh in his Mother’s restaurant weeks before she started to crave the need for his body against hers. His inviting body stood at, what she had estimated to be, six feet tall. Carla fucking adored a tall man.
The first time that she had set her beauteous green eyes on Kamesh was her most favourite moment. She sat at a table which he had so punctiliously sought out for her. Her skirt was short and his eyes were thirsty. He waited on her like she was his own, and with every turn of his back she watched the eye-capturing ass of his feed its way through the tables that were neighbouring the one which she so coyly sat at. Kamesh flew from table to table, unknown to the fact that Carla’s eyes were bound to his glorious body, and he had soon become aware that her table needed seeing to. He moved closer, but she was too afraid to let her eyes meet his, lest he became aware that her facial expressions were reflecting on the vigorously throbbing and wet sensation she felt down below. Kamesh’s body naturally fell forward as he reached to grab the empty plates laid out in front of Carla. His shirt was loose and she’d carefully counted that he had three buttons open - the fourth eager to slide open to reveal more. His body was magnificent! She stared intently into the provocative flesh which was seconds ago concealed by his white shirt, biting her lower lip to the point of realisation that she was so obviously doing this in front of his presence. He grinned at her intriguingly.
Fuck! That smile of his was so seductive!
On exit from the restaurant, Kamesh shouted to Carla that she had forgotten to retrieve her receipt. She never did understand the purpose of that illiterate piece of recycled paper that so forcefully highlighted the spending of a single session. She went back for it, but only because she wanted to see his strong features one more time before leaving. They shared a reciprocal smile as he handed her the small, pointless piece of paper. As she walked out of the shop she abnormally glanced at this useless piece of paper to find that it was not so useless after all. At the bottom it informed her that: ‘You were served by Kamesh’. Discovering his name was only the beginning, and whilst walking down the street she thought to herself that that wasn’t her preferred way for him to serve her...
