I make sure she likes it

There'll be time enough later to play out all sorts of crazy scenarios, what's important now is that Riya's first time with a man is something she'll treasure for the rest of her life. If I make her like this enough, I'll have this hot little Indian cutie begging for my cock every night.

“This won't be a disaster, Honey.” I sit down on the narrow bed by her side and gently take Riya's hand in mine. “I'll make sure of that.” I see some of the tension start to ease, but she still reminds me of a skittish young doe afraid of every new sight and sound. At least she doesn't pull her hand free, and I take advantage of this one point of contact, lifting her delicate fingers to my lips and kissing them gently.

“Oh wow, Mr. Patterson.” Her brown eyes look up at me trustingly, “This is really going to happen.”

“We'll start slow,” I nod, but then assure her that she will be in control. “For tonight, I'm only going as far as you're comfortable with.” I see the surprise in the exchange student's eyes but a little bit of relief too. “Maybe we should start with a kiss?” This slow approach seems to be working well, because Riya slides towards me with only a split second of hesitation and lifts her lips up in a sweet invitation.

The kiss goes on for several minutes; it's slow, gentle and very thorough and by the time I finally pull away Riya is panting wildly.

“That was brilliant, Mr. Patterson.” I pride myself on my kissing. When I was still in high school and college, I would have been making all sorts of moves way too soon. Now, forty years later, I don't mind taking my time. Clearly, no one has ever kissed Riya like this before. She licks her lips slowly before lifting her eyes to meet mine. “Maybe we should get out of these clothes, Mr. Patterson?”

“Not so fast, Honey.” I cup her cheek and gently rub her gleaming lips. “I kinda like the feel of silk on your soft skin.” I demonstrate what I mean by rubbing the short sleeve of her pajama top against her arm. Soon I get bolder, and my hands move to her flat belly and then upwards towards her small tits. It really is an amazing sensation to feel the smooth fabric skim over her firm breasts with their hard little nips.

“Please, Mr. Patterson.” Riya is squirming against me like a cat in heat. “I want this!” With a smile I lower her to her back and when I reach for the waistband of her bottoms, she lifts her ass off the mattress so I can slide it off without any problem. “Yes ... Oh please ... I need this so bad.” I needed it too, but as small-hipped as this slender Indian beauty is, I want to make sure she is fully ready if we decide to take this all the way.

“Wha-?” Riya was not expecting me to use my mouth. I don't know how much sexual experience she has, but I'm pretty damn sure she's never had a man eating her out like this. As I lick and nibble at her fragrant petals, I push the silk top up out of the way so I can feel her without anything between her soft breasts and my calloused fingers.

It is probably my imagination, but I pick up a hint of spice in her free-flowing juices. My rhythm is broken for a moment as I chuckle about this. If I ever got the chance to do this to a young woman from Japan, would she taste like sushi? What would an ebony-skinned African woman taste like? After this one brief lapse, I turn my attention to bringing Riya to an orgasm and I know it's going to be quick.

“Oh fuck!” I feel her small hands clutching at my hair, “Mr. Patterson ... Oh Sir ... OH FUCK!” The juices that flood my mouth is further confirmation of my success, but the way her strong thighs squeeze against my ears as she bucks under me would have been enough to know I achieved my goal.

I didn't even get a chance to finger her.