Hot Thai Girl And Her Indian Boyfriend – Part 2

The Tryst with an Indian Guy

It was a pleasant June evening. All the classes for the day had ended and the academy was about to close. The giant amphitheater was almost empty with some workers and staff cleaning and binding up. The sun had already set and it was getting dark. I also decided to call it a day and started walking towards the dressing room.

I was ambling down the stairs of the theater enjoying the pleasant weather, dressed in a maroon V-shaped deep cut sleeveless blouse with a small golden coloured circular embroidery over the cups, and a knee length skirt of same colour hanging from my hipbone, a neck chain, and some bangles.

Just below my navel was a waistband tightly hugged my belly. It was a chain with some smaller chains and ornaments tied to it and hanging down. The waistband being tight was a little uncomfortable but I really enjoy the feeling of the ornaments bouncing on our bellies as we walked or danced.

I was coming from Sara’s room after briefing her about the afternoon’s show and was going to change and leave for the hostel.

Six months had already passed since we started belly dancing. Sara used to teach us with great vigour and passion and we responded well. It was a successful experiment for her.

We did our first show after just one month of training in the opening ceremony of a local sports fest. It was received well by the audience and we started getting many other offers. We started performing at many functions an parties.

Sara used to be the lead dancer and we followed her. After a few shows, she stopped dancing with us in shows and the lead dancer would be chosen amongst us based on our performance.

“A beautiful, skilled and dynamic lead girl actually drives the entire show”, Sara often quoted. It was quite true as the lead dancer always get more attention in these dances.

Once during a party of a local businessman, a guest from Saudi called Ruvena, my roommate and our lead dancer for the day and tugged some currency notes in her skirt, touching her belly, as a mark of appreciation. His eyes were full of lust rather than appreciation for the dance but that was quite normal for us now.

Some guys used to pass sexual comments or try to touch or grope us but it was rare and we often ignored it. It was a dark side of this life which we learned to acknowledge.

This was our tenth performance. Special for all of us but more for me as I was chosen the lead dancer for the second time.

I was approaching the dressing room thinking about our today’s performance. I could see other girls already there, chatting among themselves. They were wearing the usual sleeveless pink blouse with and pink harem trousers, with other ornaments.

I being the lead on that day was wearing the special maroon outfit. This was specially designed by Sara for the lead dancer.

The deep cut of blouse exposed a lot of cleavage and the skirt of lead dancer rather than the regular harem pants was like icing on the cake for the audience. Also, the lead dancer wore a special necklace and a heavier waistband rather than the usual belly chain.

I was about to enter the dressing room when all of a sudden I bumped into someone really tall and heavier than me. The guy who collided with me was holding a bottle of water. When we collided, he dropped the bottle. The bottle went down sprinkling the water on me and the slippery floor below.

I was in a state of shock due to the powerful collision and the water spoiling my dress. Unknowingly, I stepped on the water below and my bare foot slipped. My legs spread and I fell on my floor.

I was lying on my back on the wet floor with my legs apart and was in deep pain. With a little effort, I opened my eyes and saw this guy I mentioned in the previous part walking towards me.

He came a little closer, stopped and started staring at my body with lust in his eyes. I saw him scanning me from top to the bottom. The staff workers gathered around and started mumbling and giggling.

It took a while for me to realize that I was lying on the floor with legs spread apart, with my wet and slutty outfit on, revealing half of my naked flesh to these men who surrounded me and were staring at me like hungry vultures and laughing.

I pulled my legs closer tried to get up but failed. My back was paining and I could not get up and sit.

Suddenly, I saw this guy bending down. He bent down and held my left hand with his right hand. His left hand went around my waist and held my bareback. A second later, he lifted my light body up without much effort.

He picked me up and held me in this position for a while. My upper body was hanging above the floor almost parallel to it supported by his hand on the back of my bare midriff. My small but firm breasts were just below his eyes. He kept staring at my eyes and then smiled a little.

Fortunately, Ruvena and other girls came there and took me to the dressing room. I was already pretty embarrassed, annoyed and disgusted by that time. As the girls took me away, I looked back and gave a very angry look to this guy. We reached the dressing room, changed and left for our hostel.

The next day I was sitting on the stairs of the auditorium, watching some children dancing. While watching them, I got lost in my own thoughts. It was then when I heard a really polite “excuse me” in a very humble and sweet voice. I turned around, and to my surprise, I saw the same guy who threw water on me the previous day.

“Yes?”, I said in a very soft but serious voice.

He: I am really sorry about what happened yesterday. I just wanted to tell you that it happened due to my carelessness and was totally unintentional.

“It’s okay”, I said in the same cold tone and turned away to look at the children dancing.

He: I know it was a little embarrassing for you and I can understand your anger towards me. But I didn’t mean to hurt you and I am really guilty for what happened. It will feel really nice for me if you try to forgive me.

I couldn’t force myself to remain cold now. His soft and polite voice, his kind words and his little cute eyes were surely melting me. In fact, I started feeling a little guilty for being rude to him.

Me: It’s pretty alright. It was an accident and you don’t have to be sorry.

He: That’s really nice of you. I knew you’ll forgive me. I have always thought of you as a very sweet and kind girl. Moreover, I have always admired your beauty and dancing skills. Your gorgeous personality increases the charm of your dance.

I couldn’t resist a smile now. That was too much for me to handle. I shyly said a thank you for his appreciation.

“I am Dhruv and I am from India. Can we be friends?”, he asked. “Yeah sure!”, I replied immediately.

Dhruv was a guy with a cute face. He was 6 feet tall, not very heavily-built but had a really athletic body. He was a black belt in taekwondo and a really good dancer. He taught some western dances and martial art dance forms here in this academy.

He was really popular in the academy, specially among the girls for obvious reasons. The most interesting part being that he was 5 years elder to me.

Dhruv’s family was here in Hong Kong for many years. His father and uncles were running a chain of restaurants in Hong Kong. His family was living in some other part of the city.

He lived here alone and managed the small cafeteria owned by his family with the help of some workers, and practiced taekwondo and taught dance in his spare time.

We shared names, our backgrounds and I introduced him to my group. We met with his friends too and we all started hanging out together. We all were foreigners in this place and it was nice to get new friends.

However, I knew it pretty well that he was interested in me from the very beginning, in fact, from the time I joined the classes. I saw him many times staring at me while I danced. He used to stare at my belly quite often.

There were many perverts here and we all were used to this stuff by now but this guy would only stare at me even in a group of 10 girls dancing in revealing blouses and short skirts. Even while talking to me, he would now and then try to get a glance at my navel.

Once after a performance, he congratulated me by hugging me. He wrapped his hands around me and touched my bare back and belly. I couldn’t resist a soft moan which he noticed and smiled. I was dead embarrassed but I loved it!

This gave him some confidence and he would now hug me every time we met and would try to touch my belly whether it was covered or bare. I used to like too and never complained.

Even my friends noticed Dhruv’s interest in me and they used to tease me a lot. My best friend and my roommate Ruvena always told me that Dhruv and I will make a really cool couple.

Dhruv was really cute and was quite popular among the girls. He was really well-mannered and polite with girls, especially with me. I started liking him too and one day he finally asked me out. And guess what? I couldn’t refuse.

We finally started dating. It was my first relationship and I felt weird, as I never thought of dating someone 5 years older. Deep down in my heart, I knew this won’t last forever but I didn’t care as I liked him a lot and wanted to enjoy the moment. It later turned out to be the best days of my youth with full of eroticism and sexual intimacy.

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I know I have already made you guys wait a lot by just building up the background. I promise you to bring the real show in the next part/chapter in which I will describe our first steamy session ;)

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