My American Dick Chapter 2
By Kumaralingam
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My American Dick Chapter 2
By Kumaralingam
Slowly but perceptibly, our relationship did change after that night. Dick would call me into his room often for discussions or advice on several official matters. He was outgoing and chatty as Americans tend to be, and when we had a few moments free alone he would make personal conversation, asking me about life in Tamil Nadu, my life, my family etc. I told him I came from a rural family in Tamil Nadu but had studied here in Channai. I learnt that his wife had not liked India at all and had gone back for good.
"But I like India a lot, Kumar, and I will complete at least one full year of my two year contract before I decide what to do," he declared swearing me to confidentiality.
During many of these conversations he would be warm towards me physically, touching my arm or shoulder or back -- always looking me straight in the eyes. I would feel elated and smile back at him too. A couple of times during such talks I felt sexual arousal but brushed the feelings away. He was my boss, after all, and a married man.
Then after two months or so, we had to go on an official trip to Coimbatore to meet with some clients. As the November weather was pleasant, Dick and I decided to drive down in the company car assigned to him. Slowly, during the three hour car drive, we opened up to each other even more. By then I was truly and fully smitten and had the hots for him big time. But again, as he was a married straight man, I had to restrain myself.
On this trip however, right from the start, I felt there was some chemistry sparking between us that I had not felt before. He was joking and talking non-stop, constantly asking about the green paddy crop in the countryside, about the temples we passed, about our culture and religion. My family and their wish to see me married came up. I told him I did not like the idea of marriage at all, arranged marriage in particular.
"You might be right, though I cannot say if marriages made by one's own choosing are any better," he remarked cryptically.
We were dressed casually and I could see the tantalizing wisps of curly blond hair peep from under his V shaped shirt collar. His chest and biceps were big and muscular and his nipples peaked from under the white cotton of his shirt. His thighs were big and round as plantain trees with a large bulge between them. After some time, he got more comfortable. He put his arm on the back of our seat. I could feel his warmth on the back of my neck and top of my shoulders. A wave of his fragrance and cologne hit my nostrils from under his arm. I inhaled in, perhaps a bit strongly. My groin tensed and my nipples pulsed -- the fuckers are big, I know. I hoped they did not show from under my front buttoned shirt. I squirmed trying to hide my bodily reaction. I turned my face out of the window, pretending to see something outside.
Then I felt his warm fragrant breath on the back of my neck. I felt his hot rounded chest touch my back. He was leaning over me to see out of my window.
"Wow, isn't that cool!" he cried gleefully, pointing to a richly dressed temple elephant that was being led to some village fair.
I froze.
"Man, I love this country," he murmured into my ear.
His hand patted my thigh. For moment I thought I heard and felt him smell my mop of black hair.
Then, he returned to his side, with a sigh.
I turned my face to look at him. He was looking straight at my tits. Fuck! They were poking out from under my thin shirt. He smiled. I blushed like a bride, my ears burned. I was so shy! I could have died. I looked down, only to see that his crotch had swelled considerably.
We fell awkwardly silent after that episode.
A few minutes later, Dick fell asleep. His legs spread out and touched mine. I let them be there.