My Sri Lankan Obsession Pt. 01

I'd been an expatriate in Colombo, Sri Lanka, for about a year, living in a neighbourhood with fellow British nationals. Since I was working for a British company as a consultant in the country, I felt good about having a purpose, and I earned a very good income. I mostly liked the country and the city, and the Sri Lankan culture was a wonderful experience.

But at 48 years old, I was also divorced and mostly alone. Oh sure, we expats socialized, over dinner or over drinks, but I'd hardly call them friends, and besides most were married. It was rather lonely for me, and my contract still had another two years left.

I'll admit it, I did go a couple of times to the city's red light district for some paid companionship. They were mostly girls around twenty, or in their twenties anyway. It was impossible for me to know if they were trafficked as some claim, and besides, I couldn't have much of a conversation with them to learn anything. While English was used in business and among the educated class, the rest spoke either Sinhalese or Tamil, and some also spoke "Sri Lankan English", which was a pidgin English that takes some getting used to. Fortunately, eventually I'd heard it enough that picked up the pronunciations to be able to converse with the locals.

So these girls were disconnected from me in many ways. On those couple of occasions, they took my money and gave me a blowjob, and that was that. It wasn't all that good, frankly, and my male needs were hardly met.

In conversation with my barber one day, he remarked that I seemed tense and my muscles taut. He knew I was single and alone, and figured I was lonely. From there, he suggested I get a massage from a woman named Anitha. Well, okay, I wasn't born yesterday, so since we weren't in earshot of other people, I asked what Anitha was all about.

He described her as an older Tamil woman that knows how to take care of a man's body. He had seen her a few times - obviously without his wife knowing.

"She knows how to give a massage", he said, "and can also help with sexual tensions that a man has."

"Is she a hooker?" I asked.

"No, sir, I would not say this for her," he replied quickly. "She is not like hookers. But," he paused to consider it, "if you want, you can, well, she will give you sex. She can give you massage, relax your body. You have tension inside you. I can tell."

He gave me her phone number, and I politely thanked him, and that was it. But I held on to that piece of paper with her number, and the very idea lingered with me.

Three days later, I was sitting alone on my flat's balcony in the evening, having a second scotch with ice. It was a hot humid night, and I couldn't unwind. My loins felt tension... So I dug up that piece of paper and decided to call her. A woman's voice answered.

"Hello, is this Anitha?" I asked slowly and deliberately so she could adjust to my English.

"Yes, this is Anitha," she replied in her Sri Lankan English with a thick accent, and in an older woman's voice. "Who is this?"

"Yes, hello. My name is Henry. My friend is Tamil and he suggested I call you."

"Yes, okay, who is your friend?"

"Well, he cuts my hair, but I don't think this is important. Umm, he told me maybe you can help me. Is it possible to see you?"

"He shaves your hair? I think I understand... You would like to come here to see me?"

"Well, I think he does shave hair but he only cuts my hair. Umm, yeah, well, do you think I can see you? I have, well... can you help a man?"

"Yes yes, no problem, you can come. You come tomorrow?"

We set a time for the next day's evening and she gave me the address.

It took some courage to go forth as I'd never done anything like this before. The paid girls in the red light district were detached enough for me. They were very transactional. But this felt much more engaging and intimate. And I hoped it would be somewhat more satisfying.

After driving to the address she gave me, I knocked on the door of a small house and a woman opened it. She was a Tamil woman in her mid-40s, looking plainly, and wearing a loose-fitting simple yellowish sari wrapped around her and plastic slippers. The sari covered her from the top of her breasts down to her knees, leaving her arms and shoulders bare. Long black wavy hair hung loosely over her shoulders. On her wrists were some thin gold bracelets.

"Hello," she greeted me with a rather flat smile. "You are Henry?"

"Yes, hello," I replied. "You are Anitha?"

"Yes I am Anitha," she nodded. "Come in."

As she stepped back to give me space, I walked into the house. The kitchen was simple and modest. As I stood there looking around, her eyes assessed me, and then she walked towards the narrow stairs that were facing the front door.

"Do you want to come upstairs?" she asked, placing one foot on the first step.

"Okay," I replied.

I followed her up the stairs and we arrived at the landing. Everything again was simple and modest, but looked comfortable enough. She turned to smile at me, and placed her hand on my shoulder, and then led me to a bedroom and I followed her inside. It was a simple room, with a double bed in the middle that only had a top sheet and one pillow.

She then turned to face me and put both her hands on my arms. Her eyes were intent and focused on my face and my eyes, and she asked "how can I help you?"

This was my chance, and I did think about how to phrase a response to this question as I was driving. Though she was standing close to me, I looked down from her face, down her body, and then back to her face. Her expression and the softness of her hands were reassuring.

"Yes, thank you. I will explain," I started. "I am without a woman. I don't have a wife or girlfriend. But, you see, I have stress, tension in my body, it's... maybe you can give me a massage, or more..."

With a serious expression on her face, Anitha put both her palms on my cheeks, then one on the side of my neck, all while looking into my eyes.

"You have great tension, Henry." She then moved the other hand from my cheek to the top of my head, and asked, "have you had sexual release? Did you have sex?"

Well it came to this. I was ready to open up.

"I have no woman, but I have a sex drive. And my body has... I feel my balls are full. I need to release my balls. There is a lot of stress in my body because of this. So it is for my health to release."

She nodded. "Yes my dear, I understand. I can see this in you."

"Thank you..." I continued. "You see, it is difficult for me to... do it to myself. It is a mental block I have," and I pointed to my head, "it is hard for me to release by myself." My voice almost broke at the end when I said this.

She looked at me sympathetically. "Yes, my dear, Okay, my dear," and she moved her hand from the top of my head and placed it on my groin. "I can help you. Relax."

I didn't flinch from this intimate touch. It was gentle again and reassuring.

"Thank you..." I continued. "You see, I have money. Money is not a problem for me." I took her other hand from my neck and felt it in both my hands. "You have good hands. You have a good touch. I can tell." I put my right hand over her hand that was still resting on my groin, and said "I need you to take care of me. If you are good, if you help me, if you take care of it, I will come to you often. I will be a regular." I tapped the back of her hand over my crotch, and added "I need you to take care of it."

She nodded sympathetically and her eyes were confident. I felt her fingers softly squeeze my crotch to feel what was there, through my trousers.

"Yes, my dear, do not worry, I will take care of it. Do not be worried."

And with this, I nodded, reached into my pocket and offered her cash, an amount I felt was generous. "Is this enough?"

She took her hands off me to take the money, looked at the amount, and said, "yes this is good," and stepped out of the room. After a minute, she returned.

She placed a hand on my shoulder again and led me to the bed.

"You can get undressed, my dear."

I sat on the bed, and said "can you help me? Get undressed? This is my first time."

"Yes of course my dear."

She lifted the t-shirt off me as I raised my arms. As she raised her own bare arms over my head, I saw she had full hair in her armpits. Then she bent down to remove my shoes and socks. As she did, I looked down over her arched back.

"You can lie back so I can take your pants," she said softly.

I lay down on the bed and slid back a bit so that only my bare feet were off the bed.

Anitha stepped out of her slippers and knelt on the bed next to me, and unbuckled my belt and opened my trousers. I raised my butt enough so that she then pulled my trousers down to my knees, leaving my briefs on. Repositioning herself as she knelt, she then pulled the trousers off completely.

She came back to look at my briefs with my erection clearly formed, and smiled. Then she moved her arms around to unwrap the sari off her body, and revealed her large partially sagging breasts and underarm hair. She moved slowly, like she was intentionally tantalizing me, but not in a teasing way. Her areolas were large and brown, her waist almost the width of her hips as she had a bit of a belly. And below that were black panties. Looking at my face, she observed my deep breath.

"You want to see more?" she asked quietly.

I think my pulse started to race. She didn't have the most beautiful figure and the paid girls were more attractive, yet Anitha was incredibly erotic, and welcoming. She was mature and comfortable with this.

"Oh yes, I do," I said, looking at her panties. Her panties were her only cover, and this made me feel anxious about what they were covering.

She then rolled on to the bed and pushed her panties off, and then knelt back next to me, widening her knees to show her thick black bush, with the vagina lips showing.

She looked at my eyes to make sure I was looking down at it, and saw my reaction.

In the thick stillness of my stare, I smiled and said "it is very beautiful," unable to take my eyes off it even though I was lying down, resting on my elbows.

"Thank you, my dear," she said.

And then she hooked her fingers on the sides of my briefs, and I realized that my briefs were the only thing covering me now. She pulled the elasticized sides down slowly, revealing my erect cock and pubic hair. She smiled. "Very nice. Very big."

She then pulled the briefs down my legs and slid them off completely. She turned back to my groin and took my cock in her hands. She felt it, its thickness, its shape. With her other hand she felt my balls too.

"They are full. I can feel this," she said. "Would you like me to shave you first?"

I hadn't expected this offer. She did make a reference to the barber shaving, and maybe that was what she was thinking I wanted. It seemed so enticing, so tantalizing. "Uhmm, how, I mean, well how would you do that?"

She still held my cock with one hand and my balls in the other, but looked into my eyes and gently said, "not to worry my dear, I know how to shave you here," and softly gestured with the hand holding my balls. "Some men like to be smooth here when I take care of you. Your balls will be more sensitive if there is no hair. I can use warm towels and a sharp razor." She looked again at my balls, and pulled them up slightly. "Would you like me to shave them? I can shave all the hair around. You are very safe."

I paused at this, feeling the excitement of the very idea, of her putting a sharp blade on me there. It was the ultimate trust in a way. I looked back at her vagina, which had a full bush.

"I think that would be good, yes, I like your hands. I want to... but not today. Perhaps another time."

She nodded, "of course my dear, no problem."

And then she leaned down and placed my cock in her mouth and worked the balls with one hand while rubbing the perineum with the other. Oh my, it felt amazing... I collapsed off my elbows right on the pillow.

Then she came off it and asked, "would you like prostate massage with it?"

For this question, I was more prepared. I never had a prostate massage before but knew enough that it was supposed to be very satisfying. "I think for next time I come, yes, right now, please... just take everything out with your mouth."

She nodded, and asked "yes my dear... you would like me to suck out everything, or you want some for my pussy also?"

Again, I looked at her vagina. I felt the desire to enter it, to get held by it, to get lost in it, and to flow right into it. But right now I really wanted her to drain me.

"Oh,... I do, I want to enter your pussy. It is... But right now, please, just suck me completely. Please, just get everything out." My eyes probably looked at her like I was pleading.

She smiled, nodding, and I felt her hands on my cock and balls holding them firmly, her fingers stimulating my balls. "Just relax my dear. I will take care of you."

Again I lay back completely. My legs were spread wide now, and I basically surrendered to her, entrusted her hands and mouth to care for my cock and balls.

I felt my cock again held by her mouth. She worked it slowly with her lips, her tongue, her palate. I felt a hand stimulating my balls, and a couple of fingers rubbing my perineum. She gradually applied more pressure on my cock as I closed my eyes and my head fell back.

This was a very different experience from the paid girls' blowjob, which seemed so empty. Anitha was experienced and maybe wanted to relieve me of my tension. Or she knew I was about to get hooked as a regular.

My mind was drifting into an almost delirium as deep sensations radiated from my genitals. She was bringing them to such excitement that there was nothing else I could think about or feel. I opened my eyes again and looked down towards her.

It was very exciting to see. Her long black hair was mostly on one side as I saw my cock in her mouth. And her hands were also active, with one rubbing the base of my cock while the other was working my balls. The sensations were everywhere on my genitals and they were incredibly intense.

My eyes closed again... I couldn't think of anything, couldn't imagine anything, all my mind and sensations were completely dominated by what she was doing to me. I felt it, a growing intensity, and then I felt the orgasm, and I moaned fully. I didn't hold back the response. My cock was pulsating and I felt the flow spasms inside being released. She was sucking hard and kept at it. And only after nothing else was flowing did she stop.

She sucked my empty.

I felt exhausted and drained. Yet for a few minutes more, she kept my cock in her mouth as her tongue gently caressed it, and my balls in her hand as her fingers gently moved over them. It was all very comforting and soothing.

Finally she released my cock from her mouth, while still holding my balls, and turned to look right at me. That was when I realised she hadn't spit out the ejaculate. She had swallowed me fully.

"How do you feel, my dear?" she asked with a knowing smile. Her hand was still gently stroking my balls.

"I feel so good," I said smiling. And it was true. I felt so relaxed.

"Good I am glad," she said smiling. "I can feel you are more relaxed. Now you can come here again. I will suck it out from you again."

I really liked the idea of her doing this to me regularly.

"Oh yes, I will be coming back for this," I smiled and nodded. "If you shave me, I mean, is that..."

She sensed the nervousness and excitement I felt about shaving. "Do not worry my dear. I can shave you here. It will be fine. Do not be afraid. I know how to take care of a man."

I took a deep breath at this. Yeah, maybe next time she'll first shave me, and then suck me empty.

I looked at her breasts and reached out with one hand to touch her left one. She didn't react to this. So I started stroking its nipple. It's been a long time since I felt this.

"You want massage on your shoulders?" she asked.