As I close my eyes for a second, I flash back to an extremely lucid vision from my past. Sania is kneeling naked in front of me. Her huge, beautiful dark eyes are in piercing, mischievous contact with mine. Half of my rapidly re-hardening cock is inside her full, soft lips. She is sucking it clean of the remnants of cum from our recent fuck, as her soft right hand fondles my balls. The sweet aroma of sex floods the bedroom.... Blissful memories indeed.
I first set my eyes upon Sania in the warm late spring of 1999. I had just been enrolled onto a computer skills course at a technical college in Southampton, a city in Southern England. Although I was in the military, sometimes, as in this case, we could be sent for training or education at regular, or 'civilian,' institutions. Most of the students there were aged from sixteen to nineteen, although there were a few 'oldies' like me. I was twenty two at the time, and she was eighteen.
Sania was a very, and I mean very stunning girl. She was quite tall and was slim, with lustrous long black hair, light brown skin, a clear almost glowing complexion, and the most beautiful big brown eyes I have ever seen in my life. Although she was born in England, she told me that she was a 'Kashmiri girl,' that her family came from the Northern border area between Pakistan and India.
I was always keen to undertake any qualification or training in those days; believing that it would all enhance my future promotion chances. The very first morning I started on the course my wandering eye was drawn to her. We were in a large computer room which was divided into roughly four rows of tables, with computers either side of them, and other elongated tables filled three of the four sides of the walls. The room was quite noisy; in fact the whole course was somewhat chaotic, with a mish-mash of students of different abilities studying, or pretending to at least, for several different qualifications. The quality of teaching was erratic too.
The college itself was situated in an inner-city area. The area was very ethnically mixed, with white people like me being in the minority. Most people in the neighbourhood, and most students at the college, were of Asian descent, largely Muslims from Pakistan, like Sania, or were from India or Bangladesh. There were also numbers of second and third generation West Indian migrants and some Africans locally.
The majority white English people in the wider city referred to this area as 'The Jungle,' and there were always stories about muggings and rapes abounding about the vicinity; it had a very bad reputation. There was apparently an area of back streets nearby which were off limits for white men. The urban legend was that just to walk there would result in a beating.
To be honest, I never really experienced any problem or prejudice there, although it was very noticeable that the students themselves tended to mix almost exclusively within their own 'groups.'
Anyway, perhaps I digress too much? Sitting in a rear row from the doorway, I looked up from my keyboard and monitor for a moment and caught a very lovely girl looking right at me. As I caught her gaze, she looked momentarily embarrassed and stared away, although a few seconds later she looked back again and gave me a sight of her brilliant white teeth as a shy smile illuminated her face.
She was very beautiful, and perchance, for only the second time in my life, I felt a harsh, almost audible pound from my heart. If not the cliché 'love at first sight,' it was certainly close; lust at first sight perhaps.
I think I must have been gaping open mouthed, as my colleague and friend Chris, who was sat next to me, put it, "What's the matter with you Jay? You look like a bloody goldfish staring at a headlight."
My reverie broken, I tried to focus on my task at hand, but my eyes that whole day where constantly drawn across to this girl.
She was dressed in a kind of sari, a long patterned blue and purple silk garment that covered most of the length of her body. She also wore a type of semi-transparent scarf, which was pushed down from her thick, lustrous black hair. When I observed her walking at break times, it was apparent how graceful she was; she was quite tall, and although her attire was somewhat loose and free flowing, I could tell she was slim hipped and had fairly good sized breasts. Maybe those youthful days I had spent 'live painting' had given me a keen observational eye, or perhaps I had an over-active imagination. Anyway, I was certainly transfixed by her, and from the occasional stolen glances I received, it was a mutual attraction. At least I dearly hoped so.
I wanted her. Badly!
Back then, although I'd had a number of relationships, and the occasional enjoyable one-nighter, my experiences had all been with white girls. I'd had some great sex, and I had and have a high sex drive. I loved to kiss soft lips and to feel the warmth of smooth naked female flesh press against my firmer body. I revelled in feeling a hot mouth taking in my cock, preferably as I slipped my tongue into a beautiful moist pussy, tasting that wonderful feminine flavour as I pressed and rolled a firming clit with my fingers.
Oh, and that wonderful feeling when cunt greets cock in union, as a girl moans and twists in delight, leaking juices on me as I power into her or she rides me at her want. And the taste and feel of soft breast flesh on my mouth and the hardness of erect nipples rolled by my tongue is ecstasy. The taste of fresh sweat and shared cum; the sweet smell of sex permeating a room after a long session of making love; the gentle swells and curves, the lines and folds, the tightness and the softness of the female form, and the joyful massive sense of power and release when she gives or gratefully takes cum. It's all a piece of heaven.
I wanted all this with Sania; I needed to achieve this; it was a delightful goal I set myself.