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  His thrusts became shorter, faster and harder and she could feel his rod hardening. It intensified the sensations building within her, bringing her closer to an orgasm of her own.

  By now his cock was a blur and she wanted to cum with him. Squeezing his slippery shaft as best she could with the intensity of the sex and felt her head starting to spin just as his penis hardened and he thrust is deep into her, hard. Holding it there and shooting hot cum into her grateful cunt. She was so close to an orgasm, but she didn’t feel aggrieved. He was amazing!

  The director and film crew had moved on to Marine drive to set up for the shoot that evening. There was a crowd gathering and the security team positioned to keep them at bay formed a substantial cordon as the cameras, lighting and other equipment was put into place.

  The director was flitting about making sure everything was perfectly placed to capture the vision he was aiming to achieve. It took his mind off the rehearsals taking place at the warehouse and seemed to have a calming effect on him.

  Things had also calmed down at the warehouse, with the assistant director and cast relaxing much more, while all the sequences coming together as a more cohesive whole. They managed three perfect takes, so it was decided to rest up and have something to eat so everyone would be fresh for the performance that evening.

  The crew on location were well drilled and experienced, so the set was quickly readied and some frantic phone calls set in motion the sequence that would see the cast arrive by bus a few hours later as the humid evening air signalled the approaching sunset.

  The lovers were by now sharing a shower together. Damian lathering Priya’s breasts and shoulders so delicately with soap that it tickled, but such was her beauty he couldn’t help but treat her like a delicate rose. Her soft olive skin was perfect as the water washed the suds away.

  Damian may not have been conventionally handsome, or the kind of physical specimen Priya would normally have fallen for, but such was his gentle charm and the way he made her feel at ease massively outweighed physical considerations and never had she experienced such an amazing lover.

  She felt the warm glow you could only get from being in love. The cold water barely cooled her down. She was constantly aroused in his company. As these thoughts drifted through her mind she longed for a kiss. As though he anticipated her need he smiled and leaned forward, their lips met and their bodies entwined, with water cascading around them...

  ...A few hours later Priya and Damian left the room and headed to the hotel lobby where her bodyguard waited uncomfortably. She announced they would walk to Marine Drive again and the bodyguard knew he would have his work cut out with fans trying to get close to his boss.

  Sure enough Priya did get a few enthusiastic fans approach her, but by and large people kept a discreet distance and merely pointed. All this attention was pretty new to Damian even though he’d experienced it on their previous walks, but he was happy to let her be the centre of attention.

  They paused to get something to eat and reached the location where the shoot was taking place as final preparations were underway.

  The film security team were again expecting them and they were allowed through to the set location where preparations for the first take was taking place.

  The actors and dancers were positioned on their starting places. On cue they walked through their positions and Damian thought it was a wonderful aspect of the dance sequence people never saw.

  Like a slow motion swarm of starlings the dancers walked in co-ordinated groups intermingling, weaving between one another before returning to their original groups. It took a few adjustments for them to decide that the start points were right.

  The director checked the camera positions and prepared to shoot the first take. Raj caught Priya’s eye and gave her a little wave, but quickly focused on the all important scene.

  The director had a heated discussion with his assistant as the darkening sky provided a contrast to the jewel-like street lighting in the background and the film crew’s powerful set lighting floodlit the foreground to provide a pocket of daylight for the colour the dance sequence would create.

  The director’s arms were waving as he pointed to different people and places, his assistant nodding and pointing as they went through the sequence verbally and how they were going to shoot it. Then the director took his place while the assistant checked all the cameras and crew were ready, finally turning his attention to the cast and dancers.

  “Places everybodyyyy!” he shouted, before turning anxiously to the director who raised his hand and dispassionately nodded, “Sound...! Cameras...! Aaaand...! ACTION!”

  The music started and then the magic began. On cue the lead actress and the female dancers skipped centre stage each shadowing the steps and movements of the lead perfectly, as light on their feet as gazelles but as beautiful as only the finest women in India could be, their energy was breathtaking as they danced with perfect timing.

  The male lead then led his group into the sequence and they meshed in between the girls just as smoothly as in the walk through practice earlier. They matched the girls for energy and skill as 50 dancers were then joined by a third wave and the sequence went into a colourful increase in tempo and complexity.

  Then Raj entered the fray for a brief comedic respite for the main dancers before the main dancers ran centre stage and danced as only Bollywood’s finest could!

  It all built up to a massive climax before the two leads ran past the main camera followed by wave after wave of dancers in their wake like a shoal of fish weaving either side of the static camera.

  All eyes turned to the director, who looked like he was suffering from piles, shaking his head and pointing out a detail to his assistant that nobody else had spotted... He in turned shouted for everyone’s attention, “...Places everybody!”

  With another nod from the director a second take began looking every bit as spectacular as the first, as was the third. Eventually the director declared himself happy, much to the relief of the exhausted dancers and the crew moved to a position overlooking the bay.

  The next shot saw the reverse of the end of the previous one with the actors and dancers running around a static camera from behind. Performing the final steps of the dance sequence before the backing dancers rand away in different directions, leaving just the lead couple standing ready to run together for the climactic kiss... or as close as Bollywood was allowed to get.

  The producers had got permission to position two barges in the bay for the final sequence and once again the crew set up for the finale with just the lead actor and his leading lady. This time though they would only get one shot at this for reasons that would be apparent.

  The lighting covered a smaller area and the shot was tighter so the lead couple would enter the shot from both sides to be seen from the waist up, and the dark bay in the background.

  Now the director was really fretting, there was another assistant who suddenly seemed important talking on a hand held radio to someone somewhere else. The director and his assistant made sure everyone was ready. He nodded to the man with the radio, who spoke to his mystery colleague before nodding back.

  The director gave a signal to his assistant...

  “Ok places everybody!” the assistant bellowed, and the lead actors nervously took their places.

  Then a voice from behind them nearly made Priya and Damian jump out of their skins...

  “Watch this,” Raj announced proudly, “this will be special!”

  The cameras started rolling and the director nodded once more to the man with the radio and then his assistant.

  “...aaaand ACTION!” the assistant shouted.

  In the background the fireworks packed on the barges burst into life as the lead couple came together. The lights on set dimmed as the fireworks lit up the bay in a spectacular flourish of red and yellow
as the silhouettes of the couple met for a kiss, or as close as the Bollywood convention allowed, but such was the bright and colourful backdrop that it almost took everyone’s breath away.

  Even the hardest heart would melt seeing that closing shot, but even after the assistant shouted, “Cut!” the fireworks continued. The whole cast turned to each other and celebrated as the fireworks continued to crackle and pop.

  “What do you think, Damian?” Raj asked enthusiastically.

  “Amazing!” the Englishman smiled.

  “It was everything you promised, Raj!” Priya agreed.

  “I am so pleased you could both be here to see this,” Raj smiled.

  “We wouldn’t have missed it,” Priya gushed.

  “Thank You,” Damian added.

  “Well I couldn’t let your last night in India go without something special happening.” Raj smiled.

  Priya’s face dropped slightly...

  “Oh it was always going to be special,” Damian replied, bringing a half smile from Priya.

  The crew became a flurry of organised chaos as the set was cleared and everyone packed up ready to go home.

  The actors and dancers all went their own way and with the Queen’s Necklace behind them and the shadow of Priya’s bodyguard, the actress and her English lover walked back to his hotel.

  The hotel room door closed behind them and in one perfectly choreographed move they turned to kiss one another tenderly. Priya smiled, sometimes words were not needed and this was one of those glorious moments.

  “You are so beautiful!” Damian gushed, besotted with the vision before him.

  “I’m just an ordinary girl.”

  “You’re anything but ordinary. Heaven sent more like.”

  “You flatter me.”

  “No,” he corrected, “no, I don’t. I’ve never been happier!”

  Unable to think of a suitable reply, Priya just smiled and leaned over to kiss him and they closed together in a long, sensual embrace.

  After a few moments kissing they slowly undressed one another and stepped into the bathroom to take a shower together. Once more as the water trickled over their bodies Damian washed her so gently, his touch so soft it was as though she was the most precious and delicate of treasures. It felt wonderful as the soap suds grip on her prefect skin gave way to the water and fell away.

  She in turn massaged soap into his chest, belly, and with a wicked grin glancing up at him before turning her gaze back to the job at hand, lathering his now solid and flicking penis.

  It looked so inviting it deserved closer attention and Priya duly dropped to her knees to be faced by the flicking rod before her. Glancing up and smiling again, she took the beast in her right hand and licked the underside from scrotum to the tip, relishing the shudder and intake of breath from her lover. He had given her such shivers many times and it was nice to return the favour.

  His foreskin was already peeling back as he was fully erect, exposing the purple head of his gorgeous cock. Priya flicked the tip with the very tip of her tongue while her forefinger and thumb pushed the foreskin right back to allow access to the rest of the head, her tongue exploring eagerly around the top before flicking the sensitive ridge at the bottom and bringing a moan from the grateful recipient.

  She opened her mouth wide and took the thick head into her mouth, her tongue continuing to explore as she took the monster as deep as she could before the gagging reflex threatened to kick in. His hands reached down and rested on the back of her head. He didn’t pull her in, but it was a reflex action to grab her hair gently as she gorged on his throbbing cock with skill and relish.

  She gave her aching jaw a slight rest and let her tongue explore the sensitive underside of his shaft once more. It was now stiffening even more and flicking wildly as she opened her mouth and sucked the tip before plunging it into her throat again and again.

  Once more the monster stiffened and flicked, Damian moaning and gripping her hair more tightly. She knew he was close and went as fast as her head could cope with. He instinctively started fucking into her mouth as she awaited the glorious explosion and opened her mouth wider in anticipation as hot jets of sperm gushed into her throat and mouth.

  She swallowed the salty load eagerly and wiped the access from her chin before standing up and kissing him hard.

  Once his head had cleared, Damian turned Priya round, and brushed her beautiful long hair over her shoulder before massaging soap suds into her back. His hands felt so good, strong yet gentle, his touch was heavenly.

  After working his way from her shoulders to her curvaceous pinched waist, he kissed her right shoulder and neck...

  “Now I’m going to return the favour,” he whispered softly as his hands slid smoothly from her waist around to her belly and then down towards her tingling pussy.

  Priya’s breathing got heavier as one of his fingers reached it’s goal and probed gently for her clitoris, bringing a shiver of pleasure to her as it brushed over her hardening pleasure spot. Skilfully he zeroed in until his focus was concentrated on her pleasure, kissing her neck and shoulders as he circled and teased her clit. His hardening cock teasing as it brushed against her lower back.

  As his fingers expertly worked she grabbed his wrist with her right hand and reached for the tiled wall with the other to steady her as she rose and fell, breasts heaving as her heavy breathing was interspersed with whimpers as her pussy flooded, head starting to spin with the fast approaching orgasm.

  Priya rushed her right hand to the wall as her World spun in a massive delirious wave of pleasure. Pussy muscles tightening and head bowed the wave of sensory pleasure crashed over her and her legs momentarily gave way. Damian supported her with an arm across her belly, continuing to kiss her neck and shoulders.

  As her senses slowly returned, Damian peppered her shoulders and neck with little kisses. She could feel his hard cock resting on her lower back, then the tip going lower, between her pert arse cheeks and then pressed up between her legs to rest below with the head protruding in front.

  She took a deep breath and parted her legs slightly as the shaft withdrew once more and the head probed up around the entrance of her flooded vagina.

  The anticipation didn’t stop her gasping as her pussy was stretched open to accommodate the throbbing penis pausing before another thrust sent another couple of inches into her soft, sensitive flesh.

  “Ohh...! OHH...! O-O-OH!” she gasped

  The water cascading water around them reduced the lubricating effect of her copious juices, the increased friction made his already thick shaft feel even bigger as her pussy grew accustomed to its glorious occupant.

  She rose to her tiptoes and back as their bodies moved in harmony. Damian entered and withdrew with strong but slow strokes as he almost lifted her off her tiptoes with the thrust that finally took his entire length inside her.

  He settled into a steady rhythm, with Priya moaning softly with each thrust of his cock deep into her “Oh...! Oh...! O-oh!”

  The feeling was intense, his forearm still across her belly, his body pressed against the back of hers as he thrust from his hips and the rhythm got slightly faster. Priya was by now close to another orgasm and her nails dug in vain into the glass-like tiles she was leaning against. Her head was spinning now and the climax came suddenly. Her pussy muscles, already stretched tightened onto the thick shaft inside her making it feel even bigger, as once again her legs gave way beneath her.

  Once again Damian supported her and waited for her to recover before withdrawing.

  “Oh my God!” Priya exclaimed before giggling.

  “You were amazing,” he replied.

  “...but you didn’t cum, honey!”

  “I did earlier, besides...” he smiled as she turned to face him, “...I enjoyed yours so much!”

  T
hey dried one another off and put on the towel robes that were hanging in the closet. Damian called room service ordering a bottle of champagne and a light meal, while Priya dried her beautiful long hair.

  By the time the meal arrived it was getting pretty late, but the lovers were savouring every second together.

  “This is so romantic,” Priya smiled as they ate together.

  “It’s still early yet,” he winked.

  They held hands across the little table, with Mumbai glittering through the darkness outside, before Damian recharged their glasses and led Priya to the bed.

  Putting the glasses down on the small bedside table he turned back to his princess and slid the robe off her shoulders, dropping to the ground. He smiled with a sigh...

  “You are magnificent,” he gushed, leaning forward to kiss Priya.

  She pulled the cord on his robe and helped him out of the garment while their lips and tongues danced gently together.

  Damian and Priya lay side by side on the bed, kissing softly. He then kissed her cheek, neck and shoulders before slowly kissing his way down one of her breasts toward her nipple. He circled the hardening target with his tongue, revelling in the heavier breathing it induced in the beauty he was pleasuring.

  Closing her eyes as his tongue started flicking the hardening tip Priya let out a little whimper as electric shocks of pleasure hotwired from her nipple to her brain shot through her body.

  Suddenly he stopped, making her feel momentarily annoyed as she opened her eyes to see him taking a drink of champagne “He could have done that later!” she thought to herself, but quickly lost her train of thought as he sucked her nipple with ice cold wine swishing around inside his mouth, even harder and more erect than before.

  “AH...! Oh My God!” Priya gasped, “Aaah!” she yelped as he repeated the trick on her other nipple.

  Even expectation didn’t stop her being shocked as he dripped cold champagne onto her torso and licked them up. Then the biggest shock yet when he poured a little more into her belly button to lick up again.