I am Rani, now 27, an ambitious high tech worker from India, now working in the USA, starting with graduate school in the USA a few years ago. This is chapter 04, where I prepare and consummate our first date with my sugar daddy, which leads eventually into an unconventional interracial romance with an older married American tech startup CEO. I share my back story in Chapter 02 and my decision to become a sugar baby in a strange new land, and finding Chris in chapter 03.
First Date Adornment
In preparation for my first session with Chris, Mila offered practical advice based on her own experiences. She explained that while traditional dating often involves both partners assessing each other and being on their best behavior to attract each other, this arrangement focused on high-quality companionship and intimacy to maintain the term commitment.
"Be yourself, you are you Rani. An equal partner. Figure out a routine between you, then stick with it, nothing more, nothing less.". Mila advised.
I needed to remain engaging and to focus on doing things both with him and for him to ensure he felt valued during our time together. Mila stressed that keeping him interested didn't always mean sex. It could be as simple as dressing up nicely, offering a listening ear, or using gentle touch, or even cooking for him, since Chris likes Indian food.
"In bed, when you get there, give him permission and sense his reactions. Don't be afraid of exploring new positions. But also share your boundaries, you are not an escort, maintain respect to enjoy yourself too."
To prepare for my first date with Chris, I set out to create an experience that would be new to him, transforming my nervousness and desire into an elaborate Indian beauty ritual for newlyweds. Since I was still living on a tight budget, I started by doing what I could myself, pursuing a facial cleansing routine, waxing my arm pits and facial sideburns. My rest of the body was naturally hairless, thanks to my mom genes. Mila, my champion, decided to splurge on me the day before, taking me to a local Chinese beauty parlor, paying for a fresh haircut and deep conditioning that left my wavy hair even and soft. She also set me up for a professional Brazilian wax, my first, a painful experience providing mild entertainment to Mila. Finally a nice manicure with classic pink nail polish, avoiding the fake pointy long nail attachments that are popular on social media.
When the evening finally arrived, I took a long shower with a sandalwood soap, put on my rose body cream and sprayed my whole body with the only jasmine perfume my dad gave me. I chose a white chiffon sari from India, with large, vibrant pink and yellow floral designs. The fabric was the perfect choice, soft to the touch, lightweight, easy to wear. It was slightly sheer, enough to be revealing while remaining elegant. I wrapped it in a sensually snug way over a light pink petticoat and a sleeveless, low-cut matching cotton blouse that highlighted my curves. I wore my standard bright pink bra and panties. The contrasting colors were showing through my blouse, which looked odd. I thought, why bother, if I am going to be unwrapped anyways and there are no plans to go out in public. I wanted to be a bouquet of flowers ready to be smelled and touched by Chris. I took them both off, with a clear outline of my nipples shaping the blouse, feeling a bit tease. They were covered by my sari pallu, which is a long drape over my blouse and hanging over my shoulder. I did not pin my sari as Indian men found it a tease with a falling drape from my chest. I was feeling sexy, like a bride on her wedding night..
To complete the transformation, I adorned myself with light gold jewelry, which my mom had given me for special festive occasions. I put on my jhumkas, hanging earrings that framed my face, a delicate necklace, a small matching pink bindi on my forehead and stacks of glass bangles around one gold bangle on each hand. I wiggle my wrist to make sure they sound feminine.. I cinched my waist with a traditional waistband and fastened payal anklets around my feet. As I moved around the apartment, the rhythmic jingle of the bells on my anklets and bangles made me feel intensely feminine, to provide a female sensuality view of the culture Chris so admired.
My floral garden was ready for Chris. I was clearly dressed up to prepare for a bridal night with my new lover, romantic songs playing on my phone.
My college apartment was very basic. I cleaned it two days ago, put on the cleanest set of light grey sheets on the mattress. I asked one of my fellow Indian student couple friends to bring Indian snacks for my guest, they were happy to help. I lit up a lavender candle on my coffee table to provide a soft fragrance and ambience. Chris was going to bring a sparkling sweet wine as per my liking. Mila said she will be in her apartment in case I needed help, I just had to scream. She had my spare keys.
Primal Intimacy
Chris arrived with a bunch of roses and a bottle of chilled sweet wine. His eyes immediately widened as he took in my transformation into a "bouquet of flowers" in my floral white chiffon sari contrasting my brown-bronze skin tone.
"You look stunning, Rani." as he gently held one of my hands and twirled me around. I blushed, "Thank you." I slowly pulled him to the sofa.
As we sat on the sofa, he poured the wine into the two coffee mugs, the only thing I had in my apartment. The room was bright with evening sun rays peeking in through the blinds from my west facing windows in my living room.
I sat close to him in his creased khakis, that looked new, and a formal striped light pink formal shirt. We sat facing each other on the sofa, our legs folded up on the sofa. With his hands resting on the back, I placed my bangled hand over his large, warm hand, as we talked about our day.. Chris seemed mesmerized, looking me up and down.
"That is quite a transformation from your casual dress in your pictures and our first meeting." commenting on how beautiful I looked, highlighted by the strong scent of jasmine and rose cream.
"Thanks again, Chris. Yes, Indian attire makes a woman look very different. What I am wearing is not even fancy. Both my clothes are very simple back home." I was happy he noticed.
I served him the samosas, letting my sari drape slide from my shoulders revealing my low cut blouse. He loved samosas and had it with pleasure, while enjoying my show. As we finished the bottle of wine, we ended up with a heavy, intimate silence. I haven't drunk that fast before, feeling very relaxed, putting one hand on his thighs, slightly squeezing them. He realized my opening, held my hand and pulled me in.
"Can I kiss you?". Without a word, I nodded and leaned in for a soft, tentative lip kissing that gradually deepened into an erotic exchange of heavy breathing and deep eye to eye contact. I sucked on his lips and let his tongue explore mine, tasting our post samosa breaths with a hint of mint. I lusted for his body, placed my arms on his shoulders, moving in to grab his collar. In my last moments of sensibility, I paused myself to get some clarity about this encounter.
"Chris, what do you really want? Is it companionship or sex? As a computer scientist, I wanted to know your algorithm's purpose." He laughed. "If my application only wanted sex, I would have ripped off your sari as soon as I entered your apartment. Instead, I want to absorb you in this beautiful outfit, I want to etch them into my memories, listen to your stories, eat with you, hold your hand. This is a new experience for me also, something that I never dreamed about. I honestly do not know what a young beautiful Indian princess wants. So I really want to go with your flow." I smiled back, kissed again, and then he pushed me back.
"What about you?" I took my time, looking at him, "I don't know Chris, right now my algorithm is lost in multiple loops with too many bugs attacking." I smirked. "I just want to be lost in your arms all night. I want you to give me a hard reset, before my CPU processes a response for you." We both giggled at my geeky naughty response. I grabbed his collar tight to get up to move to sit on his lap, my back resting on the sofa, knees dangling over his thighs. I started to feel his arousal under me.
"Do you like what you see?" my inner need to be appreciated. "I am ready to get the moon for you, as they say in your Bollywood movies." He clearly did some cultural research.
The jingle of my anklets and bangles filled the room as our hands began an exploration of each other. His free hand grabbed me from my legs to pull me closer. He leaned on me to continue to explore my face and neck with his lips, down to my cleavage. I started moaning, his hands, lips, eyes, hardening cock throbbing under my hips, ripped open my sexual arousal. I smelled his rich perfume, and the friction of his soft hands as they slid purposefully across the bare skin of my back, tracing the curves revealed by my sleeveless, low-cut blouse. My sari pallu covering my shoulder was already lost between our bodies. He brought his other hand up from caressing my tummy and teasing the outlines of my exposed navel, to fondle my breasts, his fingers expertly caressing the fullness that he could not keep his eyes off. He didn't just touch. He squeezed and shaped them, his palms mapping my curves, which converted my nervousness to my raw sexuality that I have been missing.
My hand was around his neck and I reached out with the other to unbutton his shirt, exposing his broad, muscular shoulders and slightly hairy chest, while he skillfully unhooked my low-cut blouse from behind, and pulled them to my arms, instantly revealing my perky breasts. The sensation of our bare chests rubbed together. My breasts against his solid frame ignited a primal fire within me. As he began playing with my breasts, he noticed my hardening areola and nipples pointing out to be played with. He bent down his face into my chest gently licking on my hard nipples, while gently holding with his palm, the intensity increased, our eyes locked in a gaze of uninhibited passion. I was kissing his neck, his smooth cheeks, looking into his eyes, holding his shoulders tight and grabbing his hair as my breath alternated with soft moans.
He spoke in his deep voice, "I am enjoying how you smell, how you taste, looking at your exotic skin color decorated with gold. I am lost in your sounds. Rani, all my senses are going wild." I bit his ear gently and whispered "Chris, you are hot too." We took breaks and were at this for a while, as the sun too started to go below the tree lines outside my window, but it's still very bright in Texas till late in summer. I glanced at the phone on the table, it was already 6:30pm.
Unable to wait any longer, I nervously asked him, "Let's go inside. It will be more comfortable." Chris didn't hesitate. He picked me up in his powerful arms around my neck and knees, he carried my topless body, blouse hanging in my arms, sari end dragging on the floor, placing me on the edge of my freshly made up bed. The lights were off, the fan was on, providing a coolness on our heated bodies, but the sunlight through the blinds provided enough light to see each other. He stood in front of me, pulled his unbuttoned shirt out as I did with my blouse, still my sari wrapped on my waist. He bent down his face on me, picking my chin up and started locking our lips to explore each other with our tongues. I placed my hands around and started feeling his hips that I squeezed gently. The other hand curiously moved forward to feel his erection. I pulled back to see if I was feeling the right thing, as his cock felt longer than I have ever encountered. He looked at me gazing at his arousal, decided to unhook his belt and pull down his pants and boxer briefs.
I was fully aroused, thighs rubbing tight and my vagina getting wet, lost in the moment, the sight was both intimidating and intoxicating. His erection was definitely longer than my previous boyfriends, although the girth looked normal. It felt almost god-like aura with the final evening sun rays peeking through the trees outside and cracks of the bedroom blinds hitting his ling (penis). I felt a physical magnetic pull, a mix of shock and curiosity that made my heart race. He smelled like freshly showered and very pleasant musky body spray, and he was clean shaven.
"Looks like you too cleaned up for me", remembering the pain of the Brazilian wax I got myself. I smiled at him, did not have to say anything to approve of his manhood, and I put both my hands on his upper thighs, gently teasing the base of his cock with my nails. Seeing him so raw and ready for me transformed my nerves into a primal hunger. I wanted to feel that power, to explore every inch of the man who had promised me security.
I had not given a proper oral to a man before and I did not want this to be the first time. Instead, I slowly moved to using my finger tips to tease his cock, his ball sack, and then thighs, to his hint of love handles, ultimately standing up with my palms on his hard breasts, fingers teasing his nipples. I pecked his nipples with my lips, with a breathless voice said,
"Make love to me Chris." Looking into his eyes to "Please be gentle. I like to be kissed, hugged and touched everywhere.. Make me feel like a woman with your power, Chris." holding his cock in my hand. I think he knew what I meant. Our contrasting cultures, age, backgrounds and the fact that he was a married man cheating, were all erased. We were unlocking this passionate encounter with mutual animal attraction.
"What is the proper way to take off your delicate sari without tearing it". I giggled, "Just pull here and unwrap me". I gave him the loose end of my sari, as he started pulling, my body spun around unfolding the sari in an instant, which now spread loose from the entrance of the bedroom to the bed. I then pointed to the pink petticoat string to be pulled, which dropped with a whoosh to reveal my entire body, now only adorned by my jewelry.
"You are not wearing any underwear?". With my arms on his chest and a naughty smile, "You were not the only one who wanted my clothes to be ripped off as fast as they can."
Chris bent down, pulled out a strip of condoms from his pants on the floor. "No need Chris, I have an IUD in me." I think he realized then that I was not new to sex, completely ready to be devoured by his lust.
He put his arms around my hips and carried me to the middle of my bed. My naked body with my jewelry adorning it, arched with anticipation, fully sold on the adventure that was about to unfold. He gently laid me down on my back, the cool cotton of the fresh sheets feeling nice on my skin. He turned to his side on my right, propping himself up to look down at me with those blue eyes full of hunger. "I will hug you, kiss you, and touch you all over, just like you wanted", his voice thick with a low calming tone. He remembered what I desired!
He slid his left arm under my head, pulling me into a possessive embrace as he began a slow, deliberate trail of kisses that started at my lips and wandered down the column of my throat to the valley between my breasts, eventually reaching my navel. While his right hand explored the curves of my waist and hips, I reached down with my right hand to stroke the incredible length of his erect penis, marveling again at its power and the way it twitched under my touch. My left hand remained restless, alternating between grabbing my pillow and bedsheets as a moan escaped me between my heavy breathing and reaching up to stroke his slightly stubbled cheek or guide his wandering hand to the sensitive peaks of my breasts. My restless legs were also reacting to his touch as my anklets and my bangles provided background music to our act.
His right hand sliding down from my navel to the junction of my thighs. I held my breath as his long, clever fingers began to navigate my folds with the expertise of a sex Guru. He didn't rush; instead, he started with a slow, circular massage that made my back arch off the bed, his thumb finding the perfect rhythm against my clitoris. His middle finger explored my wet opening, index and ring finger playfully rubbing my folds, a technique only the experienced will master.
"Ohhh.. your hands are magic, Chris.". The sensation was electric, a quiver radiated through my entire body. His middle finger rolled inside me, exploring my G-spot. His lips now sucking my lower lips as his eyes observed my every reaction to his fingers, making sure I am enjoying it. My breath became shorter and rushed, as I felt the tension coil tighter and tighter within me.
"You're so sensitive, Rani," he whispered, watching the way my eyes rolled back. Just as I thought I couldn't take any more, he increased the pressure and speed, his fingers working with a masterful precision with my clit and g-spot between his thumb and middle finger, that pushed me over the edge into a sudden, staggering orgasm. My inner muscles clamped around his hand in a desperate, pulsing release, and for a moment, the only sound in the room was my sharp cry of pleasure and the frantic jingle of my anklets as my legs shook announcing every pulse and made my entire body move like the ocean waves crashing on the shores.
I lay there for a moment, lost in my first climax, before slowly regaining my composure. As my breathing steadied, the scent of his familiar cologne drifted over me. Almost like a primal pull of pheromones, I murmured.
"What perfume are you wearing?" My voice is thick with desire. He chuckled softly, brushing a stray lock of hair from my forehead. "Oh, I don't even remember. Something my wife gave me for my birthday." A small, daring smile played on my lips as I looked into his eyes. "I should thank her someday," I whispered, pulling him closer until there was no space left between us.
"But for now, please fuck me, Chris. I want to feel all of you inside me right now."
Chris rolled over me, as his broad, slightly hairy chest pushed against my sensitive nipples.His body glowed almost red with his pink skin mixing with the dim orange sunset light through my window blinds. His legs slid over me to spread to mine, and settled between my thighs. The sheets were already warm and slick with my last explosion, clinging to my skin. I wrapped my legs around his waist, the gold payal anklets jingling frantically, pulling him deep into my brown-bronze curves.
As the blunt, massive head of his penis began to stretch my vagina entrance that was shut for almost a year. I gasped, my eyes widening. "Please go slow," I whimpered, my voice shaking a bit. "It's been a while for me. I am not used to your length."
"I've got you, Rani," he groaned, his voice a low vibration against my skin. He began with agonizingly slow but firmly filling my insides. I felt his warm cock sinking deeper and deeper with every stroke until I felt his heavy base grinding against my clitoris. Every inch of his length filled me to the point of bursting.
"Ohhhh Chris," I cried out, my head tossing back. "I want this so bad... hold me... make me yours!"
I tasted the salt of his sweat as I licked his neck or sucked on his nipples.. He randomly traces his lips on my lips, pecking my bindi on my forehead, nibbling on my ear lobes, his teeth nipping at my shoulder. A sharp, erotic pressure as he buried his powerful cock to the very depths of my vagina. I could feel the throbbing veins of his shaft rubbing hard against my internal walls, his head finally teasing against my cervix. My hands were restless, one palm pressed to his stubbled cheek while the other gripped the headboard as I arched into him.
When he began to increase the pace, the sudden speed sent a pain of pressure through me. I pressed my hands against his hips, pushing back slightly. "Chris, please slow down... I am not used to your length yet. When you go fast, it hits too deep."
"Yes, Rani... sorry," he panted, his face flushed with lust. He adjusted instantly, showing the expertise of an experienced man in the art of vasna, a term for sex in India. He moved onto his knees, pulling my legs together, pulling my hips up and hoisting them straight up over his shoulders. The fan above whirred, providing a brief, cool breeze to our glistening, overheated skin. From this angle, he began to pound me with a shallow, but fast rhythm--pulling almost all the way out until only the head remained in my tight pussy before snapping back in. He was hitting my G-spot with every stroke, genius. I looked up, moaning loudly as I watched him enjoy my breasts bounce with the force of his thrusts.
"Yes! Right there!" I screamed. He alternated his hands holding my thighs tightly to his body and squeezing my breasts, pinching my nipples. The room was no longer silent, it was filled with the wet, rhythmic slap-slap-slap of his belly meeting my back thigh, the melodic chime of my jewelry, and the heavy, synchronized sound of our loud breathing, my random moaning and screams, the mattress springs crunching and the bed frame squeaking a rhythmic accompaniment to our sounds of passion.
He alternated his techniques, back to spreading my legs wide with his hands pushing my knees apart and laying his full weight on me, sucking my nipples into his mouth while returning to those slow, soul-deep thrusts.
"You feel so incredible inside me," I whispered, my voice thick and honeyed. "I want to feel every bit of your power."
"You are so sensual, Rani," he groaned, his thrusts becoming more desperate. "I have never experienced someone like you. My beautiful Indian queen... I've wanted this since the moment I saw you."
As the missionary rhythm intensified, I felt my mind finally surrender, completely disengaging from the weight of my research and financial despair. I handed total control over to the pure sensation of his constant pace, the sweaty heat of our bodies, the beautiful scents of jasmine, musk and our love juices. I never experienced the fullness inside me that before and the overwhelming number of body touch points that made it impossible to focus on anything.
I began screaming now, gasping his name, my voice breaking as I reached a shivering release. Inside, my pussy walls clamped down in waves, tightening around the entire length of his cock as I fought to catch my breath. As my body shivered with the aftershocks of my climax, my hands gripping the bedsheets, my eyes tightly closed, more wetness oozing out of me. When I came to my senses, our skin was now drenched, our bodies fused together by a layer of hot sweat. Chris didn't slow down; he continued to pound into me with seemingly athletic stamina and raw power I hungered for. I was not sure if time was moving fast or had paused.
I felt Chris's powerful frame tighten, along with his groan announcing him reaching his peak. His eyes locked on mine, he crushed his lips against mine, drowning in my moans. Then came the explosion of a violent, hot lava that started deep from his energy source and surged into me. I felt the first hot, thick jet of his semen hit the back of my vaginal canal with incredible force, followed by a long, pulsing flood that seemed to go on for an eternity. This animal was marking me as his possession with his seed, concluding the universal act of generating new life. My body responded with a final, involuntary sequence of violent contractions; my internal muscles clamped desperately around his throbbing shaft, milking every last drop of his release.
In the heavy silence that followed, I could only gasp his name against his neck, our hearts thudding in unison as he remained immersed in the pool of his climax deep inside me. As I lay there beneath his weight, I realized that this was, without question, the most uninhibited and soul-shakingly passionate sex I had ever experienced in my life.
"Chris, what did you do to me?" He responded "I am simply trying to find your reset button." We laughed, as he pulled out his slimy ling my oozing vagina and we both passed out next to each other. It was an amazing beginning, I still remember it vividly.