Sajel smiled. ‘Perhaps that’s progress.’
‘Perhaps it is.’
‘YOU DECIDED TO GET
dressed too,’ said Natalie with a laugh, as she and Sajel met in the corridor half an hour later. Both girls were now wearing smart evening clothes.
Sajel nodded. ‘I thought it would make a nice change for the men,’ she joked.
By the time they got to the room where the men were still waiting, Juliette and Victoria were already there. Unlike Natalie and Sajel, they’d chosen to put their costumes back on. ‘I wonder what happens now?’ asked Victoria quietly.
‘I don’t know, but it should be exciting,’ said Juliette, with a grin.
Rob Gill got to his feet. He looked around the circle of men, most of whom were sitting tensely in their seats, obviously hoping that they were going to be chosen to join in the final part of the lesson. The first man that Rob picked was a stranger to Natalie. Sturdily built and with a shock of blond hair, he was a little older than the other men on the course but definitely attractive.
‘Right, Stephen,’ said Rob briskly. ‘You can take Victoria to your room. There you can make love to her,
using what you’ve learned from the first part of the lesson in order to give her maximum pleasure. No one else will be present, but you’ll be filmed and one of the course tutors will be watching you on a monitor. Naturally, if things get out of hand at any point you’ll be removed. Not that I’m expecting any problems of that nature, but I want to make it clear to the girls that we’re not putting them at any risk.’
Rob then paired Toby with Sajel, which clearly delighted him. He caught hold of Sajel’s hand. ‘My idea of heaven,’ he said enthusiastically.
Sajel didn’t look as though it was
her
idea of heaven, and Natalie wondered how much attention Toby had really been paying to what had gone on. Somehow he didn’t strike her as someone who was particularly eager to change their ways. On the other hand, she supposed that the same could be said of her.
Natalie didn’t know the third man Rob picked, but as he paired him with Juliette it didn’t really matter. She waited tensely to see who she was to get. After long deliberation, Rob decided on Anil, and her stomach lurched. She’d been intrigued by him at dinner that evening. Now that she knew they were going to become lovers she felt quite excited. When he put his hand on her shoulder and their eyes met, she got the feeling that he was as fascinated by her as she was by him.
‘That’s the evening over for the rest of you,’ said Rob. ‘Of course, there’s nothing to prevent you from trying out the techniques that you’ve seen on some of the other guests here, if that’s what they want. I suggest that you all go to the lounge now, where the other girls are. They’ve been watching some erotic films that are intended to help them understand male sexuality better. With any luck you’ll all have a good night. Remember now, breakfast is at eight tomorrow because
we have a long final class to fit in before the weekend finishes.’
‘I wonder what the films were like,’ Natalie said to Anil as she followed him to his room.
‘I don’t imagine that they were as interesting to watch as you girls were.’
‘Sajel was worried you’d be annoyed,’ said Natalie.
‘Initially I was. Then I reminded myself that we’re both sexually sophisticated people who chose to come on this course of our own free will. It’s difficult to cast aside ideas that have been instilled into you from childhood, but if we’re to get married then I know that we both have to change. Also, I have to understand Sajel better, and I think that tonight has helped me do that.’
Anil’s room was at the far end of the same corridor where Natalie had hers. However, his bedroom was entirely different. It was quite opulent: there was a king-sized bed with thick cushions on top of the duvet, and an ornate headboard. Curtains hung from the top of the wall above the headboard and were caught back in drapes on either side. Next to the bed there was a beautiful white chair with a rounded back and arms and a thickly padded cushion on the seat. There was also a bedside table, a chest of drawers and a wardrobe, and several scented candles, which Anil lit before closing the window curtains.
‘Where’s the camera?’ whispered Natalie.
‘Camera?’
‘Rob said that we’d be filmed the whole time, remember?’
‘I’ve no idea. Perhaps it’s behind the mirror on the wall over there. It doesn’t really matter, does it?’
‘I suppose not.’
‘You can’t be feeling shy, not after the display you and Sajel put on for us all.’
‘Actually,’ confessed Natalie, ‘I am. I don’t know
why, but that was different. There were the four of us, and it was quite easy to forget all you men.’
‘You mean you’d rather have forty men watching you than one making love to you?’
Natalie shook her head. ‘No, that’s not what I mean. I just feel odd, that’s all.’
‘I can understand that. Try to relax. I tell you what, we’ll take a shower together. That should help.’
Natalie wasn’t sure why she was feeling so tense. It was partly because Anil’s dark eyes seemed to see right into her soul, and she felt a little guilty that she was attracted to him when he and Sajel were probably going to get married. On the other hand, when he stood near to her she could tell that he was already aroused, and so their desire was mutual. If
he
didn’t feel that he was betraying Sajel in any way, then it was silly for Natalie to think that she was. ‘Shall I undress here?’ she asked.
‘I’ll undress you,’ he said. Then, very slowly, his fingers were sliding the short, bolero-style jacket off her shoulders and his hands caressed her bare arms for a few seconds. Next he walked round behind her. Then he nuzzled the nape of her neck as he unzipped her dress. Carefully he eased it down and pressed his hand against her spine so that as she bent forward a little the dress fell off her, slithering to the floor.
She was wearing a cream lacy camisole top and matching panties. Moving in front of her, Anil kneeled down and, with tantalising slowness, drew the panties down over her hips and legs. His tongue followed the path that the panties were taking, so that the soft silken caress of the material moving over her legs was followed by the touch of his tongue trailing a path over the already sensitive skin. He then removed her shoes, her hold-up stockings and, finally, her camisole top.
‘There, you’re ready,’ he said. ‘Now I want you to
undress me.’ She hesitated for a moment. ‘Hurry,’ he said urgently.
Natalie’s mouth felt dry ‘I’m sorry,’ she apologised, remembering that she must be obedient. She began to unbutton his dark red cotton shirt. But her fingers were shaking so much that she had trouble unfastening it and in the end he had to help her. As she began to remove his belt and unzip his trousers, Natalie’s desire for this tall, slim, Indian man increased until she felt herself growing moist between her thighs. He was so obviously in control, but without any of the forceful bluster that so many men used to demonstrate their power.
When she’d finally undressed him, her gaze drank in his lean body, his smooth skin, but above all the amazing length of his cock. It wasn’t particularly thick but it was easily the longest that she’d ever seen. Although it wasn’t yet fully erect she wondered how on earth she could take him inside her.
‘You’re beautiful,’ murmured Anil. ‘Why is it so difficult for you to abdicate control?’
‘It isn’t any more,’ she assured him.
‘But it is. I can see the conflict in your eyes, just as I can always see it in Sajel’s. Come, let’s take that shower now. Perhaps after that it will be easier for you.’
Anil’s bathroom was small, but again the overall impression was one of luxury. It had a pale blue thickly piled carpet, a pale blue basin and a large shower cabinet, with plenty of room for two people. Sliding back one of the doors, Anil stood aside and gestured for her to go in first. He then followed her, closing the doors behind him before turning on the spray. Shut in the cubicle with him, Natalie felt afraid. She couldn’t believe that they were being filmed here, and she wondered how anyone could protect her if something went wrong.
Fortunately, Anil didn’t give her much time to worry. Putting his right hand beneath her chin he tipped her head back a little so that the cascading water trickled down over her face. Instinctively she closed her eyes and felt the water softly caressing her eyelids, mouth and throat.
Anil was standing behind her now, and she rested her head against his chest as he reached round in front of her and started to cover her body in shower gel. The thick, creamy lather smelled of jasmine and once his hands were sliding sensually between her shoulder blades and then down her spine to the curve of her buttocks, Natalie felt her tight muscles start to relax.
Crouching down Anil lathered the backs of her legs, then lifted each of her feet in turn, spreading the creamy suds over the sensitive instep and between her toes before reaching round in front of her. She trembled with excitement as his hands began a slow journey up over the fronts of her legs, her belly, ribcage and finally her breasts. She wished that he’d touched her between her thighs, arousing her with smooth, slippery movements of his fingers, but clearly he intended to make her wait for that pleasure.
His hands were firm on her breasts, but not unpleasantly so. Unlike a lot of men he seemed to understand the way she wanted her breasts to be touched. Whilst the palms of his hands pressed the rounded globes firmly he swirled the tips of his fingers around her nipples, and her breath snagged in her throat with delight.
After a while, when her skin was tingling and she was breathless with desire, he turned her until she was standing against the wall of the shower and he was in front of her, his hands on each side of her body. At last, with infinite slowness, she felt his erection nudging its way between her sex lips. Desperate to have him inside
her she thrust her hips forward, but immediately he withdrew.
‘Trust in me,’ Anil murmured. ‘Believe me, your pleasure will come but you have to trust me.’
‘I wanted to feel you deeper inside me,’ Natalie moaned. But she knew that he was right. She had to follow his pace, because if she didn’t then she was falling back into her old ways, repeating the mistakes that she’d made with her lovers in the past.
Once she stopped moving her hips, Anil again began to penetrate her. This time she allowed him to set the rhythm and although he teased her, slipping the head of his erection in and out of her several times before finally thrusting fully forward, she didn’t complain because all her nerve endings were jangling. It felt as though a hand was tightening the inside of her body, drawing all the muscles up, and a sweet throbbing ache started to spread through her.
Bending his arms, Anil pressed the length of his body against hers, sliding his skin over the soapiness of hers. He moved himself around, so she could feel him moving inside her.
His mouth was against her ear, and as he thrust in and out of her his tongue flicked lightly around her earlobe. Then he whispered to her, ‘I want you to come now. I want to feel you shuddering beneath me, tightening around me. Let yourself go. Allow the pleasure to swamp you.’
Anil’s words were so unexpected that, as Natalie was already teetering on the brink of a climax, they triggered her release. Obediently, she spasmed as the exquisite pleasure rushed through her.
To her surprise Anil didn’t come. Instead he eased himself out of her and then washed all the suds from their bodies before turning off the shower and opening the doors. He then proceeded to dry her with a thick
fluffy towel from the heated towel rail. Although he’d completely taken over, she felt strangely comforted by his actions. He was in control, but he was also protecting her, and she’d never felt more feminine or desirable.
By the time he’d dried every centimetre of her, every tiny nook and cranny, she was already aroused again and desperate for more pleasure. He was still fully erect and his cock looked so beautiful that, without thinking, she reached out to touch it. Immediately Anil’s fingers closed round her wrist like a vice, but even when he reproved her his voice was gentle.
‘No, not until I say.’
‘I forgot,’ Natalie whispered. Then Anil picked her up and carried her back into the bedroom.
He laid her on the large bed, placing cushions beneath her buttocks and, after making sure that her head was comfortably settled on the pillows, he fetched a glass bottle of scented massage oil. ‘I’m going to rub this all over you, but I don’t want you to come while I’m doing it. I want you to save your next orgasm for when I’m inside you again.’
‘I don’t know if I’ll be able to wait that long,’ she confessed.
‘I hope you can, otherwise the evening may end sooner than I’d anticipated.’
Natalie looked up at him in surprise. His voice was so quiet, his movements so gentle, and yet it was obvious that he meant what he said. Although he certainly seemed to have learned how to excite her body that evening, she didn’t think that he’d managed to overcome his desire to be in control all the time. Not that she was too worried, but she wondered what his tutor would think when they saw the film footage.
While Anil’s hands glided over her aching flesh Natalie tried to think about other things, to forget the
mounting tension in her body. But when he parted her thighs and stroked her outer sex lips she knew that it was going to be very difficult for her not to come. ‘You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?’ he said, and for the first time a slight smile played around his mouth.
‘It’s exquisite,’ she gasped.
‘Good.’ Now, at last, his fingers were moving towards the centre of her pleasure, the tight little bunch of nerve endings that had been throbbing so frantically all the time he’d been massaging her. When he touched the base of her clitoris with the soft pad of his ring finger her whole body jerked with excitement, and she felt the first treacherous darts of pre-orgasmic ecstasy spreading through her pubic mound. ‘Be very careful,’ Anil cautioned her.
‘Then don’t touch me there,’ she gasped.