Kat - short for Katai - is looking typically gorgeous. She’s got a maxi slip skirt on, a tawny colour covered in little polka dots, and a simple white shirt. I’ll bet at least one of the two pieces is Marks and Sparks. Her heritage is one of the hill tribes in northern Thailand - she’s tall, a bit boyish, willowy, small-breasted - so longish skirts really suit her. She loves to play up to her tall Asian style by being the silent type, full of quizzical looks and enigmatic smiles. And I love it, I’m an absolute fool for it. Especially when she’s got those long angular legs wrapped around my head and she’s grinding her pussy into my face.
On a snap decision, we’ve caught the tube over to Brixton to try a newish Indian restaurant that was in TimeOut. We climb up from the subway, get our bearings and set off. It’s a beautiful balmy London July evening, still quite bright, and there’s loads of people about, doing what Londoners do best - showing off.
I’m pretty happy with my outfit - I’ve matched a spotless pair of flared emerald leggings with a tight mauve racerback vest. With my red hair in a long plait, I’m showing off plenty of my freckles and tats, and mighty proud of them. We walk hand in hand, talking easy, like lovers do - just like Annie Lennox (another great redhead) sang in Sweet Dreams.
The restaurant looks pretty nifty as we squeeze into our table in the front window. It’s got a giant mural in neon colours down one wall - cricket players, the Taj, a tiger and various other icons of India are all popping out of the lush painted jungle. A cute little Indian waitress appears next to us, her eyes beaming. She’s a hot little package - dark chocolate skin, fluffy mop top curls, ample breasts and a fine arse. She’s wearing a black singlet, black jeans and a black apron - it’s a little hard to tell where her skin starts and her clothes finish.
“Thanks for coming guys, lovely to have such great eye candy sitting in the front window,” she quips in a broad Londoner accent. “All the hot babes are gonna come in here now, I’m a lucky little chhori! I’ll get ya menus and water.”
“I gotta pee,” I tell Kat, and I head down the back to find the loo. I’m directed up the rickety stairs, where I find a neat little corridor of doors, each one a unisex loo. I pop inside and am greeted by more neon murals, including fake portraits of the Queen, Elton John, Winston Churchill and many others - all wearing brightly coloured Sikh turbans. Nice touch!
When I come back down the stairs and approach our table, I can see our waitress is there with the menus. Hang on - she seems to be leaning in just a bit too close to Kat. Surely my lover can see down her singlet from that angle?
“Were you flirting with little Miss India then?” I query Kat as I sit down. She gives me “the smile” - her enigmatic, all-is-well-or-is-it smile.
“Her name is Radha,” is all Kat offers. I roll my eyes.
“You should go for a slash, the loos are a hoot.”
Our meals are pukka (as Jamie would say) - rich dhal, buttery paratha and spicy fish curry, with all the trimmings. The Kingfishers are flowing and all is right with the world. Kat looks serene and oh-so sexy. She undoes the top button of her shirt, fixing me with her dark eyes. I offer her a toss of my plait in return, and we attempt a bit of footsies under the table. By the time Radha is clearing our plates, we’re veeeerrrry relaxed and happy. Maybe a little juicy too - I'm not telling.
“So what’s your heritage, Radha?” I ask.
“London matey, just like you, you Scottish git,” she fires back, giggling and grinning broadly. She’s holding our stack of empty dishes neatly along one arm, and offers Kat a playful fist pump with her other hand. There’s something going on between them, no doubt about it.
“No seriously,” I try again, “Whereabouts in India? South?”
“That’s right Freckles, way down in deepest darkest Kerala is my hunting ground,” she replies. ("Freckles"?! What the fuck, she’s given me a nickname?!)
“Beautiful country,” Kat states, “Beautiful women too,” she teases, looking straight at Radha’s tits.
“Absolutely correct Hot Stuff. But nothing left for you. I’ve fucked all the good ones,” she declares before scooting off. I watch her gorgeous round butt jiggle as she heads to the back of the restaurant. It’s a remarkable sight.
“Well, Hot Stuff,” I quip, raising an eyebrow, “Looks like you’ve found yourself a new fuck buddy!” But of course she won’t take the bait. I get “the smile” again, and then she says, almost matter-of-fact, “It’s a little too early to say, I think”. I look at her closely - she really is joking, isn’t she?
Soon Radha reappears with our kulfis, and then turns on the spot to attend to the table next to us. She’s standing there taking orders, with her excellent arse quite close to Kat’s shoulder. Quite casually, looking straight at me, Kat reaches her hand between Radha’s thighs. I open my mouth wide.
Kat begins to move her hand a little higher up Radha’s inside legs; and then a little higher. I watch, transfixed. Radha hasn’t moved an inch. At the same time, Kat leans towards me across the table, and lovingly places her free hand on my cheek, and smiles that infuriating, gorgeous smile one more time.
And then.
And then she turns her hand slightly, and pushes her thumb inside the corner of my open mouth. Her smile is gone, her eyes are smouldering, her other hand is rising even higher. I close my lips around her thumb and suck greedily. Inhaling deeply through my nose, I swirl my tongue around her thumb, salty and oily from the parathas. I’m suddenly very aware of my nipples and my clit. No-one in the restaurant - or walking past the window - has noticed that I’ve just lost control of myself. Fuck me I want her and I want her right now. Fucking sneaky minx, I love her to bits.
Radha is done with the next table, and turns casually back to us. Kat discreetly returns both her hands to her lap, but not before she’s sure Radha has seen her thumb come slowly out of my mouth. I’m so turned on that I don’t trust myself to speak.
“You ladies all good?” Radha enquires innocently. “Need anything more? Something upstairs perhaps?” She stands facing us, so that no-one in the restaurant can see what she does next - run her hands seductively over her wonderful boobs and into her crotch. From the back, it would look like she was just smoothing down her apron.
That’s it - I’m ready to get my gear off and jump her. And Kat too. My tits are a-light and it feels like Niagara Falls down in my snatch. I don’t need a mirror to know that my neck is turning red - my classic giveaway sign that I’m hot to trot.
“Actually yes,” replies Kat smoothly. “My lover” - she turns to regard me - “suggested the loos were great fun, and now seems like an appropriate moment to explore them. Would you mind showing me the way?” As she asks the question, Kat pushes back her chair and rises up gently, close to Radha. Very close. I see their arms brush as Radha begins to turn to the back of the restaurant.
“Oh I’d be delighted,” she says with a very naughty grin, and leads the way back through the tables. Kat follows her, throwing me a raised eyebrow over her shoulder, as if to say “Well are you coming, or not?”
Sure as fucking hell I am.
They’ve got a head start on me, so I’m almost running up the stairs, but they’ve disappeared when I get to the neat corridor with the row of little toilet doors. I walk quickly down the row looking for a red dot in the door slot that shows someone is in there. I find the first one and gently knock, feeling breathless - is it the stairs, or my anticipation? A low voice says “Taken” and I back away. At the same moment, the next door opens slightly and a brown hand peeps out, beckoning.
I step forward and the door opens a little more, just enough for me to squeeze in. And it IS a squeeze, with two already in there. Our hot new brown friend pulls me in and shuts and locks the door. Her white teeth shine brightly in her face, her eyes dancing over me. Kat is standing behind her, legs astride the toilet, unbuttoning her shirt. Radha pushes me back up against the door, kisses me hard on the mouth, her tongue hot, and jams her knee into my crotch. I’m sucking air in through my nose, loving her urgency.
She squats down on her haunches, feet wide, like she’s waiting at some dusty bus stop 50 miles east of Kochin, hooks her fingers into the top of my leggings, and - whoosh - pulls down my leggings and undies in one slick movement. “Ooooohhh!” she squeals, “what a beautiful shaved pussy you have, Freckles! Give me some of those redhead juices,” she giggles.
She plants her hot mouth right over my pussy. She’s got her tongue out flat, and she slides her face hard up my slit and over my clit. I gasp, it’s fucking electric right up to my tits. I’m soooo wet, wet before I’d even left the table downstairs, and she’s drinking me up. I notice up on the wall that old Churchill is staring coolly down at us from under his turban. What a dirty old man.
Somehow I’ve managed to get one leg out of my leggings so I can spread my legs. As I bend my knees a bit and slide down the door in response to her licking, she stabs two fingers up inside me - no warnings, no introductions.
“Fuck me!” I exclaim, bucking against her fingers.
“Oh I am, Firecracker, I am” she giggles, and starts up a piston pumping in and out of my hole. We’ve been in this toilet for about thirty seconds, and I reckon I’m gonna cum in another thirty. This brown babe is so fucking wild!!
Next thing I know Kat has leaned over the top of our little jackhammer girl, and pulled up my racer vest so it’s over my head. I can’t see a thing, but I can feel her fingers pushing under my crop top and - “Yee-ouch!!” - pinching my nipples hard. That’s it - I’m cumming. And cumming HARD. Shit fuck that is so fucking good, so fucking intense. “Uuurrgghh! Oh, oh, oh, mmmm, FUCK” is a rough transcript of what I manage to get out. I can hear a bumping sound and I realise it’s my arse bucking against the toilet door.
Radha hasn’t stopped pumping my snatch - what else is she expecting from me, a levitation act or something? I scramble my hands down and push her fingers out of my throbbing cunt.
“Stop. Just fucking stop you hot bitch” I cry, but I find I’m laughing as well, fuck that was soooo fucking good.
“You are very tasty powderkeg, Freckles!” she purrs in a low voice.
Kat pulls my singlet back down over my head, kisses me, smiles and simply announces “Right. Our turn!” She steps back, hitches up her polka dot skirt and sits down on the closed toilet seat, opening her shirt. Her tits look amazing, erect black nipples that I wanna twist up tight.
But no - Radha stands up in my face, undoes her black jeans and shimmies them down over her hips, all the time fixing me with a very dirty cum-get-me look in her coal black sparkling eyes. Fuck this girl is H-O-T!! Then she spins around to face Kat, leans over and kisses her - which presents her gorgeous chocolate arse back to me. I can’t believe how lucky I am - it’s a pair of simply perfect smooth taut mounds, glowing in the low light of the toilet, neatly divided by a black thong.
I squat down for a closer look - and a sniff of her snatch. It’s cliche, but she really does smell of India - cardamon, turmeric, coriander all wafting up from her cunt. Am I in heaven? I didn’t know I could find heaven jammed in a tiny cubicle, panting for air, my clit still tingling from a heavy hammering.
“Hey!” Radha calls back to me. “How long you think I’ve got here?? You think I’ve got all night?? Gimme what I gave you, Freckles!!”
I blink back into the room. “As you wish”, I reply. I pull her thong to one side and bury my face between her hot cheeks, inhaling her deeply and running my tongue right round from her bushy slit to her arsehole. Fuck she is sooooo wet and tasty.
“Aaaah that’s better Freckles,” she giggles. I stand back up, move slightly to one side, and push two fingers inside her.
“Oh fuck yeah,” she moans, and pushes back against me. I start pumping and she’s forcing herself back so hard that I have to brace myself against the door. “Oh god. Oh fuck. Oh god,” she’s almost chanting in time to my frigging.
I peek round the side of her, to get a glimpse of the action up front. Radha’s got one hand on Kat’s shoulder, bracing herself, while her other hand is under Kat’s dress, obviously giving her a fine going over. Kat’s hands are moving across four boobs - Radha’s and her own. Radha’s generous tits are swinging away in time to my pumping, while Kat is squeezing, tweaking and stroking. There’s even a bit of slapping. Kat’s eyes are flickering and her head is tilted back, her mouth open. I know what that means; she’s rounding the final turn. I’m going knuckle deep inside Radha’s cunt with every stroke and she is loving it.
Then I have a naughty idea; a nice dirty idea.
I rotate my hand a bit so my thumb is upright and I can place it against her gorgeous puckered starfish. I rest it there while I keep pumping - I know she can feel it - teasing her, asking her a question.
“Push it in, bitch!” she calls out, so I oblige. It’s tight, beautifully tight, and we both moan with the pleasure of it. I can see a sheen of sweat across the small of her back. With my spare hand, I reach down to my own pussy and give it an affectionate caress. Life is so kind, sometimes.
As I rub myself, I become aware of what’s about to happen. Everything tips into slo mo. Radha lifts onto her toes and spits out some guttural half-Hindi and starts shaking. Right on cue, Kat begins bucking and gasping on the toilet seat, doing that little yelpy thing that drives me insane. They’ve hit light speed together! What a show! We’re all such clever modern women!
In a flash, Radha is up, hitching up her jeans and tucking her black singlet back in. She leans in close to me, one hand squeezing my boob, whispering “You are fucking hot Freckles! I dunno what I liked better - making you cum, or cumming for you.” I’m staring at this Kerala goddess, stunned and breathless. I realise I’m still touching myself. She’s opening the door with one hand while she sweetly runs one finger down my nose, then pops it into my mouth for me to taste my own lover’s juices. And all the while her bright laughing eyes are exploding up close to mine. Then she’s gone.
I lean back against the closed door, staring at Kat.
“Fuck bitch,” I say to her, grinning. “Look what you did!” She leans forward, elbows on knees, and chuckles. I push my hand adoringly into her sweaty hair.
“At your service,” she replies. She leans forward just a little more, so her face is close into my pussy, and takes a long appreciative sniff in, and a slow sigh out. I can feel her breath on my wet cunt. “I’m gonna give you another going over when we get home, you hot fucking slut,” she mutters.
