Earlier this year I had to go for an extended cardiac exam and machines
were used to listen to my heart, etc. There was one where I was on
an examining table under a light blanket, wearing only a clinical
gown, the type that ties from the back but can easily fall away.

Examining me was a tiny East Indian lady. She was no taller than
five feet or so (a foot shorter than me) and around 60 or so, with
a little, dark, pruny face. She had an Indian accent, that for
some reason I find interesting and musical in East Indians.

Being short, she had to partially hop on the table to clamp on
devices on my skin, I assumed, to detect my heartbeat at
subtle levels. I felt her tiny, warm body next to mine, where all
I wore was the cotton gown and was surprised to feel that
my cock suddenly erected. In placing the last clamp, she
inadvertently felt my hard on and I apologized.

She said, "Not a problem, no need to apologize, this has
happened before." However, I suddenly felt her finger
tips on my cock, moving and sliding up and down the length of it and
then she made a few movements under the blanket and
I suddenly felt my cock entering her pussy. I was shocked
and amazed by this but it felt awesome. The word, 'delicious:
comes to mind.

She quickly fucked me with nice, solid strokes of her little hips
all under the blanket and soon, I heard her moan
and say, "Oooohh, there it is," and she began to
quiver. She seemed to clamp onto by cock with her wet pussy and
said, "Go ahead" I felt my cock pulsing around eight
times, knowing that my cum was injecting into her, but
I knew at 60 or so she must be safe.

She hopped off the table, asking, "Can I count on
your discretion?" I said, "Yes, yes." When I left
the clinic I had the feeling I had dreamed it all but
could feel that my cock was still moist and not completely
soft.

I'm still amazed by the incident...totally unexpected
and from out of nowhere.









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by Anonymous on Mar 25, 2017 at 5:37 PM

Your story reminds me of two different incidents in my life. One occurred ten years ago when I was admitted to a cardiac ward. My heart was enlarged and I thought I had a heart attack. Turned out that I didn't have a heart attack but they kept me for ten days to figure out why my heard was enlarged. After a few days they had assumed there was nothing really wrong with my heart and I was treated a little differently, less like a fragile patient and more like a man. One nursing assistant came in twice per shift and gave me a ten minute back rub that felt really nice. On the second night she noticed I had an erection while I sat there and she closed the curtains and gave me a nice hand job and let me play with her tits. But she got up and left my room when I tried to reach into her panties. She gave me four more back rubs and two more hand jobs.

The second incident had nothing to do with a hospital stay or anything medical at all. I was in a restaurant with a female friend who was aware of my hair fetish. I absolutely adore a mane of long thick silty hair. She and I had dated a couple of times but found no romantic chemistry but still we enjoyed each other's company in a non romantic way so we got together from time to time. We had just seen a movie we both wanted to see but neither of us could find anyone else to go with so we decided to go together.

Anyway, we were sitting there in the restaurant and just finishing up the main course and contemplating desert when the waitress, an Indian woman with her hair tied up in a massive bun, came over to clear the dishes from the main course when she accidentally spilled her massive bun right onto the table and into my lap.

Instant hard on. The waitress apologized profusely in her Indian accent and my companion laughed about the matter knowing what my reaction would be. She reached her foot over to my crotch to give it a rub knowing it would be throbbing hard from all the hair. The waitress wanted to know what was funny so my companion told her about my hair fetish and that not only was I not pissed off about the accident but more than likely it was the best sex I'd had in six months.

That waitress slipped me her number on my way out and I called her and asked her out and we ended up going back to her place after the date and she wrapped me in her 7 foot long black mane of silk and fucked me for hours. I came three times and never got soft because I was so turned on by her hair.

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by Anonymous on Mar 25, 2017 at 10:40 PM

Great stories. Yes, the Indian women seem to have their own,
mature reality about sex. That little prune gave me a great
memory. Thanks to this site, I could finally pass it on.

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by Anonymous on Mar 26, 2017 at 7:34 AM

East Indian women like to keep everything in their body natural. What I mean is they don't like to shaved their body hair. I found that to be so sexy especially their pussy is so hairy. I just bury my mouth and face right into it, smelling that hairy pussy, licking and sucking that clit. The enjoyment is to find that clit under all that hair and massaging it. I love the feeling and massaging that hairy pussy, is so soft, silky and long. They do give excellent blow job, but some of them don't like to swallow, very few do.

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by Anonymous on Mar 31, 2017 at 5:09 AM

OP: I'm still recalling the incident and on retrospect I wonder if she had done that before. Not that it matters, just curious. For me it was the perfect fuck. Her k**t was wet but perfectly, lightly tight, and she did it all. She fucked me and was cumming before I stopped being startled, then her orgasm fired mine off. I could not have imagined a better fuck. I have been tempted by the thought of returning but I know it was a one-time deal. I recall while she thrust me into her she had a blank,
take it and like it, expression that turned to ecstasy.

This tiny under the light blanket woman knew her stuff. She also knew she did
not have to ask. Amazing.

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