Hot Thai Girl And Her Indian Boyfriend 8211 Part 3
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This is an account of a young girl from Thailand, who met an Indian man in a third country and how they got into a relationship and their erotic sexual experiences. The story below is narrated by her.
Hello Indian Sex Stories readers. I am not an Indian national. I got introduced to this platform by an Indian friend. I read a few stories here which reminded me of my relationship with my ex-boyfriend who happens to be an Indian.
The relationship was quite close to my heart and I really cherish those days. So, after reading some sex stories here, I couldn’t stop myself from sharing my own sexual experiences. I will try to divide them into 5 or 6 chapters and I hope you all will enjoy it.
Chapter 1 : The Introduction : “The Dance Everybody Loves”
Disclaimer: The following chapter is just an introduction to the long sex story which follows and does not include any sexual content in it. However, there are a few instances which might make the guys a little restless and hard down there but will definitely make a girl wet down in her love hole. It is a long chapter but trust me, it is worth reading and will make the base for the upcoming chapters which I promise to be erotic as hell!
A little about me. I am a woman in my mid-twenties from Thailand, I am working in a local firm here these days. The incident is at least 5 years old when I was studying in Hong Kong. I was 19 back then.
I was tall and really thin during those days. I can’t recall the measurements but I was around 5’8”, a bit taller than an average girl. I had a rectangular shape, with not really big breasts (cup size 26/28, I guess), a slim, long and a well-toned belly with a small but deep circle shaped navel, and comparatively bigger hips, with long and thin arms and legs.
Hong Kong boasts of some world class universities like CUHK, HKUST, HKU etc. and has attracted many foreign students from South east Asia.
I was enrolled in a local college affiliated to Chinese University of Hong Kong (CUHK), and was pursuing Business Management. I was staying in a private hostel for girls run by a local businesswoman. There were only 15 other girls staying in the two storey building. All were foreign girls from Thailand, China, Indonesia, Myanmar and other neighbouring places.
Apart from studies, I was very much interested in art. I have been dancing and singing from a very small age. My other hobbies included painting and writing. But I followed dancing with utmost passion and interest. I wanted to continue dancing in Hong Kong too, perhaps learn a new dance form or something similar to it.
Two months down the time I shifted to Hong Kong, I got to know about a dance academy located near my hostel. The academy was run by a local lady who was trained in ballet, belly dancing, salsa, twerking and many similar dance forms. She had travelled all across Japan, Egypt, Spain, France including many other places participating in ballets, contests and functions. This inspired me and my other friends and we started going to the dance classes.
The dance classes were scheduled for 3 hours on weekends every week and on local holidays, and took place in an open auditorium cum amphitheatre which hosted a number of other activities. We got introduced to the ballet dance form and I really enjoyed doing it. We were initially taught by the students who were trained in the same academy.
During our practices, I occasionally came across a guy who appeared to be from South Asia. He used to teach some western dance form in the same auditorium. We met many times but never talked.
Once we were practising for a show which we had prepared for an upcoming function. This was a dress rehearsal and we were wearing a tight sleeveless top which was white in colour, a white skirt and white leggings beneath it. The top was little small for my height and a little flesh of my thin belly was visible.
Whenever I lifted my arms up while dancing, a lot of my belly got exposed along with my navel. But that was not an issue for our instructors if it didn’t bother me. I was cool with it as my entire focus was only on the performance.
Suddenly, the lady who was mentioned above dropped in. We met her for the first time and talked to her. She appeared to be in her late thirties and was quite short and had a well toned body. Let’s call her Sara. We spoke to her for a while. She appeared to be very humble and a well-spoken lady, and of course, really inspiring.
She watched our performance, gave an advise or two and congratulated us on putting up a good show. We were about to leave for the changing room when the lady stopped me and asked me if I was not in a hurry and can meet her for a while. I politely agreed and went to her room.
When I reached her room, I saw her talking to the three girls who were teaching us. These girls were 24-25 years old and among the best dancers. There was another lady there listening carefully to these four. She was a little older, probably in her forties, and took care of the administration and financial aspects of the academy. They were interrupted by my arrival in the room and I got an impression that they were talking about me.
She asked me to come closer to her and greeted me with a smile. This made me feel homely and nice. She inquired about my background, family, home, education and my passion for dancing.
She told me that my teachers spoke really well of me and told her that I am a keen student, a good learner and a good dancer. She congratulated me and also complemented me for my looks. “You have a cute face and a beautiful body”, she said to me. I blushed a little, smiled and thanked her. It was a great as it was coming from someone whom I admired.
I was telling her that my friends and I hold her in high esteem when she interrupted me and said something which shocked me.
“Can you remove your top for me?” She asked very casually and all of a sudden!
I took some time to digest what she said. This strange request made me a little uncomfortable and it was apparently visible on my face. Sensing my amazement, all the ladies laughed and asked me to calm down. The following conversation followed.
Sara: Relax sweetheart, you don’t have to get so awkward.
Me: Sorry Ma’am. It was just that I didn’t expect that.
Sara (laughs): That’s understandable. Have you ever tried belly dancing?
Me: No ma’am, never got a chance.
Sara: Have you ever seen someone doing it?
Me: Yes.
Sara: What do you feel about it?
Me: It’s cool how someone can produce art by just standing at a place and moving the torso so efficiently and soothingly.
This kind of reply impressed her and she seemed to be even more interested. I already knew where this was heading to.
Sara: In that case would you like to give it a try?
I had seen belly dancers of middle east performing in local restaurants and bars in Thailand. Many of you would assume it as the “famous” dance bars of Bangkok dealing in prostitution and the shabby sex business of the city. But there are some clubs, hotels and restaurants, who support art and dance and have nothing to do with this business.
There is a Thailand outside Bangkok as I like to tell the foreigners.
Me: As a dance enthusiast, I would love to try it. But what made you ask this ma’am?
I was getting curious now.
Hearing this, Sara looked at others, smiled a little and continued talking.
Sara: I have participated in a lot of dance shows, events performing different dance forms across the world. Of all the dances, belly dance is the closest to my heart. I enjoyed it a lot and received great accolades and praises from everyone. I always wanted to teach this dance to young girls and pass it on to them.
Sara: However the dance which got me fame worldwide, was the reason I was looked down in my home here in Hong Kong. Society considered it as a vulgar dance and nobody wants to learn it here. Different religion heads criticized me for promoting such a dance form.
Sara: When I saw you dancing, I was reminded of the talented Egyptian girls with their tall physique and fascinating bodies. Your body structure is quite similar to a trained belly dancer. Your breasts, a perfect waistline, long and swift legs, and most importantly your beautiful belly. Long and with the perfect fat in perfect amounts at perfect places!
Sara: The beautiful and loving face you have is more than enough to lure any audience. The hips down there are a bonus for some sensual twerks while dancing. Your views on the dance is different from others which is good. So I was just thinking if a few of you foreign girls are interested, I will teach you the dance and we will perform at various places in the city.
Sara: Beautiful foreign girls, showing of their midriffs and shacking their bellies to the Arabic music will attract a lot of crowds. You will be able to make some good money for your education too. Perhaps this will change the perception of the local population.”
I was super excited listening to her and agreed immediately. I assured her that my friends would be more than happy to join us. She seemed satisfied and now asked me again to remove my top.
“I want to see the beauty I witnessed a while ago a little closer!”, she exclaimed.
This excited me as hell and without a second thought, I removed my top. There I was standing in a small closed room in my black bra and white legging and skirts underneath. This was the first time I was exposing my bare shoulders and torso to someone other than my mother or my elder sister.
All the women except Sara stood up and came closer to me to get a closer look. They were closely examining my belly in amazement and this made me come back to my senses and made me nervous again.
All of them were whispering and praising my belly but Sara was sitting calmly observing me from a distance. “Will you come a little closer, dear?”, she said and I hesitatingly marched towards her. I stood in front of her and now she held my hand and pulled me even more closer. She was still sitting on a chair and I was standing with my bare tummy right in front of her face.
She closely examined my belly and then my navel. She raised her hand and poked my navel with the pinky (the smallest finger) of her right hand. That electrified me, as if a high current wire was inserted in my navel. My breath stopped for a second and I started breathing heavily, moving my bra covered boobs and tummy up and down.
“Hold”, she said in a serious voice and continued, “…the most important rule of belly dancing is not showing of your breathing through your stomach, even if you’re tired and out of breath.” I obeyed her in a second and try to hold my breath but failed embarrassingly. She smiled looking at me and said, “Don’t worry sweetheart, you’ll slowly learn it.
She now tried inserting her pinky inside my navel. But it was too small even for her tiniest and thin finger. She then forced it inside and I got away with a jerk. She ordered the three girls to hold me and asked me to calm down. She tried it again. This time the girls were holding me by arms shoulders and two hands on my back stopping me from stepping back. She inserted her finger a little but stopped when I started shouting in pain.
“That’s quite small in comparison to the long waist she has, and more surprisingly a circle. I thought of it to be oval in shape considering the length of her belly.” She said to the older lady.
“Anyway, it looks cute on her”, the lady responded.
“Indeed it does. You don’t even need a piercing, baby!”, Sara said to me. She then kept both of her hands on the either side of my belly. Her hands were straight and parallel to each other and were tightly pressing my belly from both sides.
Sara asked me to relax my stomach muscles because I was standing in a stiff position and then moved her left hand forward and right hand backward. Then she moved her right hand forward and left hand backward moving my stomach along with her hands.
She continued this to and fro motion and was making me dance along. I could not stop but enjoy it and started moving my belly all by myself. Everybody present in the room was amused and seemed to be enjoying. Meanwhile, Sara stopped and after a few quick movements. I too stopped moving like an idiot. That was embarrassing.
Sara laughed loudly and said laughingly, “Already into the feel… eh!”. Her hands still on my stomach, she brought her mouth close and kissed my navel.
This was too much for me to handle. I left out a loud moan and laughed of the tickling sensation caused by her lips on my sensitive navel. Everybody laughed. Sara got up and hugged me and I hugged her back. She then put her hands on my sides of the neck and then went down brushing my shoulders, breasts over my bra, and then my belly with her soft and smooth fingers. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the gentle finger massage she gave.
Sara kissed my forehead and said, “You are beautiful girl! Just one last thing before I let you go. We would like to have a look at your legs. Most of the time you’ll dance with a see-through or a transparent sort of a skirt. Hence your legs should be in good shape, specially the inner thighs which might be visible while squatting, and should look as beautiful as your midriff. We would like to know how much grooming your legs need.”
I obliged to her demand and started removing my skirt. My upper body was already semi-naked and I was feeling a little shy to show my legs. Sensing my hesitation, Sara signalled the girls to help me.
The instructor who was closest to me came forward. I had already removed my skirt but the legging was still hugging my body tightly. She pulled down the legging with some effort and I stepped out of it. Now I was semi-nude in my black bra and panties in front of five women who were now observing me like art enthusiasts observe the paintings at an art gallery.
“Smooth and beautiful”, exclaimed Sara as she softly touched my bare legs. “You may leave now and meet me tomorrow with other interested girls of your group. Please bring her clothes from her locker.” I nodded and dressed up with the help of Sara and my instructor. How modest she is, helping me to get dressed, I thought.
Back in the hostel, I explained everything to my friends. They were excited like me as I had expected. I narrated everything that happened in the room to these girls. They too were really amused listening to it.
“How lucky you’re to get noticed by Sara”, said one of them. All the girls agreed and started gossiping and asking me questions. I was enjoying the attention I was getting until one of the girls asked me to show them my navel and my inner thighs. I had already faced a lot of embarrassment for the day and I could not imagine going semi-nude again. But the girls started insisting despite of my repeated NOs.
“Come on Sina, if you can show it to them you can definitely show it to your friends, can’t you?”, said Ruvena teasing me. Ruvena was a fellow Thai girl with whom I shared my room too. I couldn’t say a ‘no’ now and I agreed.
I got up from my bed. All the fifteen girls came around me. I turned around and closed my eyes and with a little hesitation, I removed my pink coloured tank top. After that, I bent down to remove my skirt.
I was too shy to turn around and stood there covering myself with my arms and my back facing the girls. But then Ruvena got up and turned me around and held my arms. All the girls saw me in amazement and started complementing my well toned physique. I blushed and blushed as the girls kept on teasing and tickling me.
That night while I was changing before going to sleep, I noticed the wet patch on my panties. It was then I realized how aroused I became every time I was touched. Every touch on my belly or tickle by my hostel mates was like a heavenly feeling. The poke and the kiss on my navel was like current flowing down my navel to my vagina which came out in form of my juices.
I took off my clothes, stood naked in the washroom looking at myself in the mirror. I admired my body and was feeling proud for having such a body.
I started playing with my navel. I didn’t realize when I started rubbing my vagina with the other hand. I was masturbating for the first time in Hong Kong. The hairy pussy of mine was again leaking juices while my other hand started feeling my neck, shoulder bone, boobs, the nipples, belly and my ass cheeks. It didn’t take me long to cum.
It was all over now and I started breathing heavily. I looked myself at the mirror again. I laughed and dressed up and went to my bed to sleep.
Chapter 2 will be out soon. Tell me in the comments what you thought of the story or mail us at
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