Fucking a hot Indian makeup artist met at airport

Hi, my name is Kishore, I am 5.8 ft tall and has an athletic body with a thick 6-inch cock. I am extremely confident and I approach girls at every chance I get. I have a high sex drive and tend to attract women with my energy. And this is the true story of how I fucked Meera, a 23-year-old makeup artist whom I met at the airport.

As I walked through the airport terminal, I couldn’t help but feel excited and horny at the same time. You see, airports are a great place to meet women and it’s quite easy to approach them. I would say meeting women in the airport is easier than any night clubs.

That’s when I saw her. She was sitting at the same gate as mine, looking down at her phone. Meera was a fucking goddess. (I am sure she is reading this right now and I want to tell you, Meera, you are a really a sex goddess and I am not exaggerating.)

She was 5 ft 3 inches tall and slim with stats of 34-28-34. She wore tight black leggings and a hoodie and a cap.

I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Something about her drew me in. I felt a sudden urge to talk to her and to get to know her. I decided to take a chance and strike up a conversation.

I ran to her and stopped and pretended to not know where I was supposed to be. I said, “Do you know if this is the right gate for the flight to Delhi?”

She looked up and was a bit confused. “Yes, it is,” she replied.

“Are you going to Delhi too?” I asked her as I sat next to her. In an excited voice, she told me, “Yes, I am going there for a wedding.”

I asked her if it was her wedding and she laughed and said, “No.. I am a makeup artist.”

I nodded and introduced myself. “My name is Kishore,” I said. “I am on my way to visit my family.”

She introduced herself as mere and asked me what I do and where I live. We were having a nice conversation and as the boarding started, I asked her what her seat number was. I was in the front of the aircraft and she was somewhere behind me. I funnily told her how unlucky I was to not get her in the seat next to me. She laughed and assured me that the passenger next to me will definitely be very beautiful.

As we got to my seat, we both saw that there was a fat chubby guy who was on the seat next to me. She just smiled at me and went to her seat.

As I sat on my flight, I couldn’t stop thinking about the sexy makeup artist Meera. Her smile, her voice, and everything about her had left a lasting impression on me. I couldn’t wait to see her again.

When I arrived in Delhi, I went to baggage claim, and there she was. Meera was waiting for her bags and she looked just as beautiful as she had at the airport.

We made eye contact, and I walked over to her. She told me the passenger next to me was really good-looking. We both laughed and I helped her with her bags and suddenly, my phone fell down and she picked it up for me. I asked her as she had my phone in her hand, so she could add her phone number to it.

She asked me why and I told her I need some makeup done as a joke. She smiled and added her number. I told her after the wedding I’ll take her out for a drink and we hugged and parted ways.

I texted her that I’ll pick her up from the wedding at 4 pm.

I picked her up and this girl was glowing. She had a beautiful smile and seductive eyes. The way she walked and kept her posture to push out her assets, I knew I wanted to fuck this makeup artist girl no matter what.

We went to a regular bar that I usually take out on most of my dates. This bar is made for couples to makeout. You get individual booths and it’s dark and private.

As soon as we went there, I put my hands on her hip and took her to the booth. As she went inside the booth, I gently touched her ass and pushed her in. She told me not to touch the merchandise and we laughed and ordered some tequila shots and a beer tower.

I took the lemon and squeezed it on her neck. A drop of lemon was running from her neck and almost dropped into her cleavage. I quickly pulled her back and licked the lemon from the top of her boob to her neck and drank the shot.

The next couple of hours we spent drinking and teasing each other in the booth. When we went to the smoking room and no one was there, we got too horny and started kissing right in the smoking area.

I grabbed the beautiful makeup artist girl’s ass and pushed her to the wall and kissed her. She could feel my hard cock pressing upon her. Her pussy was wet and we had to fuck right then and there. She dragged me to the handicap restroom. We didn’t give a fuck if anybody saw. I felt that it was too hot.

Meera pushed to the wall and squatted down. I unbuttoned my pants and pulled out my hard cock which was covered in precum. The way she looked me in my eyes as her mouth took my cock, I was scared I might cum too quickly!

She sucked and licked my cock. I grabbed the back of her head and pushed my cock down her throat. I held her face and fucked it till I came in her mouth.

Even after I came, she did not stop sucking me. Meera kept sucking it and dug her nails from the stomach to the hips. She then stood up and we started kissing. I pulled her tank top sleeve down and sucked her nipple as I fingered her pussy.

My cock was still rock hard and I made her turn around and pushed her to the wall. I pulled down her joggers and spanked her bubble but. I put too fingers into the hot makeup artist’s pussy and asked her if she wanted to be fucked. I pushed her face to the wall and told her to beg for my cock.

She begged me and asked me to fuck her. I slapped her ass hard and her cheeks turned red. I put my cock in her pussy and was fucking in the handicap restroom in a standing doggy-style position.

Then I faced her, choked her to the wall and came right into her pussy. After I came in, we both did not say anything for 20 seconds. All we did was breathe.

Meera and I are still good friends and we even lived together for a few months when we had her first threesome. But that story is for another time.

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