Anupama takes on 14 Indian students in my cricket team

After her victory in a seven-hour marathon sex fight Anupama was almost beside herself as we entered the jewellery shop. Another victory another piece of jewellery. It took her almost 3 hours to decide on the gold ankle chain and waist chain, and her final decision showed her taste. Not thin elegant or refined, but vulgar ostentatious, and as thick as a man bracelet.

Early last summer I had noticed a group of Indian students who arrived, no matter the weather, to play cricket (that English, Australian, South African, West Indian and of course Indian sport maybe most close to baseball for USA readers). For Indians, it is almost a religion and National team stars are more revered than Movie or Pop idols.

Anyway, I had noticed that their enthusiasm was 10000% but skill level and technique was 15%. After a couple of weeks of passing by I could no longer bear it and offered my coaching skills and this summer had entered them into a low level competition where we finished 3rd. Now I was taking them out to a restaurant for a meal and season ending trophy presentation.

We arrived first at the Chindia , a Chinese Indian restaurant, and Karaoke room. Apparently, the owners were a married Indian chef and Chinese. As at the last restaurant visit everything was on display. Anupama was wearing a short black hip-hugger mini-skirt that came just a couple inches below her arse and had a split up the left side to about four inches from the waistband. Her full belly forced the top of the mini skirt down low and both the top of her 5-inch landing strip and new gold waist chain were visible. Her top was a semi-transparent cream blouse that clearly showed the black of her quarter cup bra, the darkness of her nipples and the gold of her nipple piercings and left about eight inches of her upper abdomen, belly and lower chest visible. As she walked glimpses of her nude cunt and her hanging clit jewelry was visible. It goes without saying that her 6 inch thigh tattoo of the Goddess Rika, the Goddess of love and lust was uncovered.

As we ascended the stairs to our reserved table in the higher level, in the centre, which was raised about three feet and there was just an open railing around it. By sitting in the raised area, the seats of the chairs were about even with people’s heads in the lower area and many were noticing the 43 year old Indian’s spread legs and exposed pussy.

But that was nothing compared to the reaction of my Indian student cricketers. As they saw us the late teenager, early 20s students jaws almost hit the floor. My teammates were not the super rich Indian students living in inner city apartments. They were living 10 to 15 in a suburban house, working as many hours as they could at a $10 hour cash job like a convenience store or petrol station. They had no money for going out or girlfriends, just watching Bollywood or porn, or reading sex stories about fucking their mothers or aunts or school teacher on their phones and laptop.

As each arrived Anupama stood and intimately hugged each of the 14 as I introduced them. Their eyes goggled as they took in her clothing and when the tattoo was worked out there was a buzz of conversation in Hindu around the table. During the meal, they were constantly coming to me to ask something or tell some news as their eyes dropped down onto Anupama’s totally exposed wet cunt as she now had the dress like a belt around her waist.

Dinner finished we moved to the private room booked till 4 am with a side entrance for departure. Student after student knocked each other over to hold the door or just walk behind Anupama. In our room, I quickly talked about our year, the result and handed out the individual trophies for the season.