Hi readers, This is your JJ come back again to post a sizzling hot lesbian experience, the center stage is played by Maya a 36 y.o. female from Kumbakonam, a small temple town she is house wife with a blessed cuts & curves. She has a son who is 7 years old and studies second standard in the residential school at Ooty. Her husband Jai works as an sales man in the middle east who is only eligible for a month’s leave on a whole year. Maya had everything she wanted so money was never a problem. She lacked sex for 11 months in a year & when ever Jai was around they utilize every opportunity to fuck. But then what happens to the 11 months that she missed her husbands monster of a cock? My husband, Jai had to go back his leave of 30 days for a year is over I would only get to see him after another dragging year. My pussy needs to be patient for the past 30 days its been rammed at every night. Hereon I need to be waiting patiently until he comes back to India. The first night, I really missed him. We have a very strong sexual relationship and to be without his dick for more than a year or so was going to be hell! That first night, I went to bed at eight o'clock hoping that I would fall asleep quickly and wouldn't feel deprived. Soon after snuggling under the covers, with his pillow between my legs, I found my fingers between my pussy lips playing with my clit and jutting in and out of my cunt. I brought myself to a satisfying orgasm with just my fingers, but I missed his mouth and his seven-inch prick filling my garden with his seed. I just couldn't make the magic alone. I wished I had some toys that I had seen on the net, but then the place in which we live is very conservative & having a toy would be a suicide.
Somehow I managed to fall asleep before the sun came up. But the next morning, I awoke with my thumb and forefinger massaging my clit. Using my free hand I stroked my middle finger in and out of my wet beaver. I so needed to be relieved as only his thick cock could free me of the sexual stress. I climbed out of bed and went to the kitchen with all intensions of getting myself some dosa to distract me from the horniness I was feeling. Opening the refrigerator, I noticed a very long and big carrot and I thought, 'That may help; at least I could get it deep enough to satisfy me.'Forgetting about eating, I washed the carrot then returned to the bedroom. My body was draped in a petticoat & a salwar top, so I sat on the side of the bed and spread my legs wide then forced the thick end of the vegetable deep into my throbbing cunt. Very slowly, I wedged it in and out of my liquid hole, deeper and deeper until I found that magical spot that drove me wild. My breathing became thick and heavy and my legs pulled up close to my body. With my free hand, I pinched my now hardening nipples and wished Jai was here to suckle them. I was so involved with the experience of pleasing myself I was oblivious unaware to anything going on around me. I saw red spots in my eyes and knew it was the passion I was causing by masturbating with the carrot.
Then a sound made me drop my pseudo cock and look around. There stood my best friend and next-door neighbor, Viji with a smile on her face.
"I see you're missing Jai!" she smiled.
"How did you guess?" I laughed, embarrassed.
"I shouldn't have thrown all of my toys away when I married him.
But I never thought I'd need them again.
Now he'll be gone at least a year, so I have to take care of myself!"Tears dripped down my cheeks as I realized how distraught I was at not having my morning sex with Jai."Calm down, sweetheart, I'll help you! I have plenty of toys." Viji assured me as she turned around and headed back to her house.
Within minutes, she returned with a bag full of dildos, vibrators and other gadgets that I had never seen. She sat on the bed and spread my legs wide as she turned on the vibrating dildo. Then she stuck it in her mouth to moisten it, as if I wasn't wet enough, and then she slowly pushed it deep into my wet pussy. I moaned as it slipped effortlessly into my hungry sex hole."Oh yeah! That feels almost real! Where did you get that?" I asked as I sat up to watch her force it in and out of my suctioning pussy. Her expression told me everything, even her husband works in the gulf but she’s lucky he come down to India once in three months.
"Wow! You really did need these didn't you? You just pulled it right in there!"
"I'm insatiable in the mornings!" I whispered and my finger traveled to my clit and started rubbing it as she fucked me with the shivering dick. Talking of Viji she is my only companion in the flats we stay, a good friend and we even discussed sex.
Viji became very quiet; I lay next to her as she licked her lips. Then she rolled over to me and her lips suckled my hard nipple. She was very sensitive to my needs and I reveled in the pleasure her mouth gave my tits.
She suckled one breast while she massaged the other and she was careful to give equal attention and pleasure to each.My pussy reacted to her touch as it did to Jai's. Only she was much more gentle than he and her moves were what my body really wanted. Soon, her hand pushed my fingers from my now very wet pussy. Her lips folded around the erect nub and electricity ran down my legs.
She pulled out the vibrating cock and tossed it to the side. She had begun stroking her own clit. The she opened my legs wider, licked at my cunt and nibbled my clit. Electricity shot through my body. Her long nailed finger slid effortlessly between the lips of my well-lubricated clam and the vacuum sucked her deeper into my love canal.
"Oh yeah, you know what to do... Do it to me!" I whined.
Her fingers slipped in and out faster and faster as her lips and tongue played with my clit and my back arched off the now wet bed sheets. I moaned with a pleasure that I had never experienced with Jai.
"That's it fuck me good baby!" I cried before I knew what I was saying.
My eyes were closed because that's what Jai liked. He wanted to use me any way that he could and he didn't want me to protest. So I always closed my eyes when we were together.
"Look at me sweetie, I want you to enjoy my body as I do yours," Viji whispered.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and saw that she had stripped to naked as well. Around her waist was a belt that held a dong, which was bouncing up and down. I had never seen a dick as large as that piece of rubber held between her legs on an adjustable strap. "You're bigger than Jai!" I squealed. I'm not sure I can take all of that!" I giggled nervously and my voice squeaked like a mouse.
"Now, I'm going to fuck you like no man has ever fucked you and none ever will," she assured me. "That's because none of them ever take the time to ask what we really want. All they want is to get their own pleasure," she cried defiantly. Then she slid down on the bed and licked my already too wet pussy with her tongue. A chill ran through my body as her wet tongue darted in and out of my pool of pleasure. My hands involuntarily pressed her face deeper and deeper into my cunt as my hips pressed tight to her head.
She moaned loudly as she licked and sucked my pussy and I purred with pleasure.
"Oh wow, I've never felt this way with Jai," I whispered hoping she didn't hear me.
"And you never will, sweetie. Men don't know how to touch us the way we want to be touched. The only thing they're good for is to give us the babies we want!" her anger was coming out. I loved Jai and couldn't agree with her. But I let her rant and rave because she was certainly fucking and sucking me better than Jai ever had. She slid up my to my tummy and licked my belly button and I was surprised how much that turned me on. My legs locked around her neck, holding her there until they began to shake with excitement.
Viji had managed to push two long fingers back into my cunt along with the long dong. As she turned it on, it vibrated so violently that my body shook with an excitement it had never felt. Not even from the toys that I used years ago while I was studying in Chennai.
She found my pleasure spot and massaged it like an expert. She lifted her head and smiled. "I know you love this!" All I could do was look at her with lust in my eyes. I sat up and pushed her over. The dong between her legs stood tall and I balanced over it. My cunt was so wet the liquid was running down my legs.
I slipped the vibrator out of her pussy. Slowly, I spread my smooth lips apart and slid the dong deeper in my horny pussy. My fingers pinched my throbbing clit and my knees pressed my body up and down on the rubber prick. It was rough getting it deep in me because it was thicker than Jai. I could feel it forcing its way deep in my cunt. Viji forced me back onto my back and took the cock into her skilled hands. She slowly pushed it in as deeply as she could get it. Then she sucked my clit and rocked the prick in and out of my aching cunt very slowly.
"Oh yeah, fuck me good!" I cried as I slid up and down faster and faster.
"Yeah, you know what I want to give you! Keep coming Maya and you'll get what you want! Don't be surprised when it happens because it's close!" She continued to push the rubber cock in and out. Then, all of the sudden, I felt a warm spray cover my legs. I was so shocked I didn't know what was happening. I looked around to see what had sprung a leak, and what I saw was her spraying. I had heard about women who did that but never had I experienced that phenomenon in my entire life. But it really turned me on. I lay before her spewing cunt and lapped at the fluids, not too salty, and a little sweet. It ran down my chin and onto my tits. Viji matched her tits to mine and we used the fluids to rub them together.
Her tongue darted in my mouth and mine slipped into her's. We kissed and she threw me back onto the bed as she humped me further. The excitement of her humping me made me cum multiple times. Rolling off me, she turned me onto my stomach. She gently pulled my hips off the bed and then with her long fingers, she spread my cheeks and squirted some cool lubricant onto my ass. It ran down my legs and I caught a shiver.
Then she spread my cheeks apart and with the long dong, forced her way deep in my ass. At first, it burned and I cried out. "Please don't hurt me!" "I won't baby, I'm not a brute!" And she very slowly and methodically fucked my ass for a very long time. With each downward thrust, she pinched my hard nipples with one hand then rubbed my clit with the other. My knees trembled and I fell flat on the bed. Her fingers still jetted in and out of my cunt and the dong assailed my butt. But I felt only passion and pleasure.When she finally released me, I lay there listless and shaking. Finally, I opened my eyes. Her nude body was awash in sweat.
Licking my lips, I sat up and started bathing her with my mouth. I reveled in the salty taste of her skin. Nervously, I ventured to slip my tongue into the wide hole that was her pussy. It was also very salty. But the pungent smell of her sex drove me wild. My lips traced the hairline up to her navel and I lingered there for a while tasting her skin and wanting to suckle her as she had me. Slowly, I let my fingers travel up just enough to touch the bottom of her heavy bust. She caught hold of my hand and led it to the hard nipples that begged to be suckled. I slid my mouth over her thick areola, its hard nipple begging me. I felt like a baby searching for its mother's milk. I became savage, licking sucking, nibbling.
Viji moaned with pleasure as my mouth tried to suck all of her fullness into it. But alas, she was more than my mouth could hold. I drank in all that I could. She pressed me harder and harder to her breast. Finally, I succeeded in receiving one full tit into my mouth and she moaned like a lost kitten searching for its mother. Tears fell from my eyes. But my cunt filled with fluids. I rolled her over and licked her from the top of her ass to her neck. Then I released the dong from her body and secured it to mine. Rolling her over, the tears fell from her eyes. "I love you, you know?" she whispered. "I always have!"
I kissed her wet face and my tongue jutted in and out of her mouth as we kissed. I forced my hand between our wet bodies and finally found her hard clit. When I touched it she cried out... "Oh Yes, Do it to me. Make me come... Suck my clit. Oh gaud yeah, I need this so badly!" I bent over her open legs and my tongue touched her erect clit. The instant they collided a shiver ran down my spine and up Viji's. It felt like a shock wave to me. She simply smiled and sighed, "Oh yeah!" She slipped down on the bed and pushed her ass up in the air the then rolled over and said, "Fuck me in my ass! I love it that way!" I ran my hand along the length of the rubber cock. Then thought, 'It feels real.' It was as smooth as Jai’s and I could even feel the veins just under the surface. Its head was thick and a corn shaped and the hole was there; I could stick my finger in it.I aligned the arrowed head for the target on Viji's butt. It was pink and round. Supporting myself on her butt, I slowly pressed the tip of the rubber dick into the target and as it slid deeper into her ass, she moaned.
"Yeah, that's the way I like it. Only I want it deeper and harder. Much harder!" she cried.
I pulled back, the slammed the long, wide dick deep into her ass. I was sure that I had hurt her but she only moaned and said, "Yeah, you know how I like it! Fuck me good!Her hand went between her legs and I knew she was masturbating her clit as I shoved the dong in and out of her pretty little ass. "Slap it! Slap me hard! You know I like it that way," she cried out as I quickened my lunges toward her pretty ass and added a hard slap with each inward movement."That's it yeah! Yeah! Do it good baby; show me what a bad girl I am! Punish me; make me beg! Please fuck me good!"
I reached around her pretty body and found her clit with my other hand. As I slapped her butt and pushed the dong in and out of her cunt I massage her hard clit with each thrust. With each pinch she sighed, "I knew you could give me what no one else could. I've known always!" Suddenly, she sat up and turned toward me. She ripped the dong off me and her mouth covered my soaked pussy. Viji lapped at my juices and her tongue again darted in and out of my pussy. Again I buried her face in my wetness and held her there.
For relief, she pushed her long finger up my ass and fucked my ass deep inside. Time was passing faster than either of us realized. The sun had gone down when finally we fell, wasted and exhausted on the wet sheets of the bed. When I was able to move and speak, I asked, "Do you think Chetan is wondering where you've been all day?" "I don't give a fuck!" she cried out in rebellion. "He has never made me feel this way. Hell, no other woman has made me feel this good. Suck me again; just one more time," she begged.
I spread her limp, wet legs apart, ran a finger between her red lips and stuck my tongue deep into the pool of liquid there. She pressed the back of my head to keep me where she wanted me. Then I felt her lean over my body and her tongue slipped between my lips. A shiver ran up my spine. We licked and sucked one another for a while longer. I had never felt so fulfilled in my life. When finally dusk filled the room, we rolled off the wet sheets and crawled into the hot shower. As the hot water soothed our electric bodies, we lathered one another, kissed and caressed and became lost in one another once again. We never heard the sound of the shower door being opened when Chetan came looking for his wife.
Both of us knew this was just the beginning and we have along way to go. This was more than enough for me as I need not long for Jai & his cock. Also I felt safe & no damage was done my married life also no one will complain to my hubby when he comes down to India on month’s leave. Mail me your comments and feedbacks to seekcompany@gmail.com
(Dear readers this is a narration of the soft love that exists between two women incase your seeking hardcore sexual action please excuse)
Hi readers, this is your JJ come back to entertain you with a steamy lesbian stuff. This happens in Chennai in fact just off the newly developed area off OMR. Two fascinating girls in their mid twenties who work for a Insurance BPO working in different shifts share a rented house. Bhagyashri & Sanjana both had looks that could kill or can I call gorgeous looking females. The narration below is the lesbian relationship that blooms between them, surely none was a lesbian a incident brings them close to each other.
Having just moved into a spacious, double-bedroom home, Bhagyashri and Sanjana settled into their new life. Bhagyashri and Devanand had been dating for over a year, and to the common person, they seemed deeply in love. Sanjana on the other hand, suffered from a series of failed relationships with young men her age & had developed a hatred for men. On the other hand Devanand thou staying with his friends a couple of kilometers away use to visit Bhagyashri often & it looked like all three of them stayed together
It was perfect. All three worked in the same company and enjoyed life to the fullest they were known for staying up late to watch movies, or to discuss life's many mysteries. There were no odd feelings of distrust or worry between them whatsoever. All of them kept odd hours, yet always seemed to find time to visit and catch up on day to day life. On some days, Devanand would catch Sanjana walking from her room half-dressed, but usually didn't think anything about it. Nudity, or odd situations just didn't seem to affect the three.They were all relatively normal as far as social standards were concerned. No one ever did drugs, or walk a dangerous line in any facet of their life. It was becoming a safe harbor for peace and happiness...
At least until the day that Devanand suddenly was gone.
Apparently, Dev had become unsure about his affair with Bhagyashri. Their long term commitment was beginning to unravel at the seam, and no one seemed to know this except for Dev himself. This all seemed so unlike Dev to just suddenly leave Bhagyashri like this... Sanjana couldn't understand what he was thinking to leave a woman like Bhagyashri. Not that he belonged to a different caste had everything to do with a relationship, but Sanjana thought Bhagyashri was the perfect mate for anyone lucky enough to capture this woman. Bhagyashri was blessed with a shapely shrine of flesh. Alluring and intoxicating to anyone who had the opportunity to gaze into her profound black eyes, her body was of robust, yet toned proportion. Full, abounding breasts... curves and features that simply made her irresistible. Her elongated, bleached black hair fell past her lower back, and was kept that way since her teenage years. Her gloden skin was unblemished by time, or age in every way. She appeared as a silky Angel of innocence in the winter, and in the summer, she was a golden temple of sensuality and seduction-- thrilling to the eye and mind in every way possible. Not the bulky woman most would get to see in India, Bahgyashri's body was filled with luscious curves adorning her thighs and stomach, as well as her voluptuous hind flesh. Her round, fleshy ass was shaped perfectly... her lower back dipping into her spine, her ass gently spanning outward and formed two of the most delicious ass cheeks a woman could have. And yes, Sanjana was envious of this creature.Sanjana was amazed at how little Bahgyashri reacted to Devanand's abandonment. Not the usual torrent of tears and cries, She remained calm and collected during the next few days. Sanjana didn't want to say anything for fear it would open a door that should remain closed. At night, Bhagyashri softly closed the door, and remained inside until the next day when she had to work. It was as if Sanjana was watching her friend shift from a fun-loving young woman, to a reserved, bitter woman.Sanjana spent the next few days worrying about her friend. And, it was no fault when her mind began envisioning various erotic scenarios with her luscious roommate. Was this so wrong in aspiring to be with such an enticing women? "Am I becoming a lesbian?" she asked herself as images of the voluptuous troso and her swarmed throughout the young woman's mind. She had never considered herself attracted to other women before. Beth had a enticing body, full, spherical breasts that cried out for affection... healthy, savory abdomens that cried out for impregnation. It was all too much for her mind, and her senses begged for release. And at the height of her peak, Sanjana gently whispered the name that was ringing true in her ears... Bahgyashri.The next day, Sanjana woke up early and was surprised to find Devanand moving about in the house just to take away any of his belongings that he might have forgotten and left back. Respecting the two's privacy, Sanjana remained out of their way for the rest of the day, until she had to go to work. And then, she didn't make any effort whatsoever to bid her roommate’s lover farewell, despite her deepest desire to do so.
That night at work, all she could reflect upon was Bhagyashri.
What was she doing-- thinking, wearing?
How was she handling Dev's recent departure from her life?
Was this a perfect opportunity for her to seduce the object of her many desires, or to leave her alone for the wounds to heal.
On her break that night; Sanjana took an extra few minutes to call Bhagyashri at home, just to make sure how she was. She held her breath, realizing that the words she would utter would (now) be from a concerned lover who only wanted to cradle her wounded beauty. Her voice trembled with anxiety...
"Bhagyashri, this is Sanjana. I just... wanted to see how you were.
" She again sighed heavily, feeling the love swell beyond the limits of her soul.
"I was thinking about you. "Sanjana?" uttered a feeble sounding Bhagyashri.
"Bhagya?" replied a surprised, yet relieved Sanjana.
"How are you?" she asked.
"Okay. I was asleep." Bhagyashri replied.
"Are you at work?"
"Yea. I'm on break, and was thinking about you.
I hope you're okay.
" Sanjana was becoming confident in her speech.
She heard Bhagya in appreciation for her thoughtfulness.
"That means so much, Sanjana. Thanks... I'll be alright." said a much more relaxed Bhagya.
"You didn't deserve what he did to you, Bhagya.
What an asshole."
"He had his reasons, I'm sure." replied Bhagyashri.
Always the kind and forgiving woman, Sanjana leaned back against the wall, rolling her eyes back in her head... totally smitten with this girl."You're so forgiving. I wish it didn't have to happen to good people like you." Sanjana said. If Bhagya only knew just how much Sanjana was falling for her. "Do you want me to bring home anything when I get off work?" she asked, a little more energetically."Yea." said a flirtatious Bhagyashri. "Bring us home a pack of your favorite ice cream, and I'll help you destroy it!" A thin smile came across Sanjana's face, hearing the hope emerging from Bhagya's voice. Biting on her nail, Sanjana was soon fidgeting around like a teenager prepared for her first date."Yea?" asked Sanjana. "Maybe a movie CD, too. What do you want to see? You name it.""Hmmm. I don't know.
You decide." said a happy Bhagyashri."Okay." said Sanjana, realizing she had to get back to work. "I need go now. I'll see you after 11, okay? Movie CD, ice cream, and all." Sanjana said."It's a date, sweetie!" replied Bhagyashri, laughing to herself."Did you take your silly pill today?" asked a coy Sanjana."Of course! I'd rather be laughing than crying, sweetheart! Wouldn't you?" she asked.Sanjana leaned her head against the wall, twirling the phone cord around her thumb-- hopelessly daydreaming of potential romance."Yea." Whispered Sanjana as the tone of her voice oozed pure devotion."I'm glad you called." replied Bhagyashri, in a more serious tone."I wanted to." Replied Sanjana."Really?" asked Bhagyashri."Really." Urgency crept out from under Sanjana's voice. Bhagyashri was caught slightly off guard, but kept the conversation up beat."Okay, I'll see you after work. Be ready to get fat, babe!" she said as both shared a much needed laugh."Okay. Bye." said Sanjana as she hung up. Leaning her forehead against the wall, she felt as if she was floating in mid-air.The last few hours of work seemed to drag along at a snail's pace, but when she clocked out, she knew that it was all over, at least for a few days. Stopping by the Spencer’s store, Sanjana picked out bucket of Cookies and Cream because she knew that was Bhagyashri's favorite. After her purchase, Sanjana made her way to the pick up a DVD to get their movie a clear X rated all women.
What would Bhagyashri of this movie she was confused as she approached home.
"Hey!" said Bhagyashri saw Sanjana walk inside."You didn't start the party without me, did you?" asked Sanjana with a wry smile on her face. She took a brief moment to let the image of Bhagyashri's smile permanately ingrain itself into her mind. Getting out from her blanket, Bhagyashri made her way over to where Sanjana stood. She noticed what she was wearing... Thin, pink chudi that barely concealed her annular ass cheeks. "Set these down." she said as the bags softly settled onto the floor. Sanjana's heart skipped a beat... "What is she doing?" she thought as Bhagya initiated a tender embrace. Perplexed, Sanjana returned the hug... She was so incredibly warm."Thanks for calling me. You were the only one who thought to do that. It really meant a lot." whispered Bhagyashri into Sanjana's already trembling ear. For a fleeting moment of uncertainty, Sanjana didn't know what to do, or say. All she could do was hold her... to grasp that priceless woman whom she'd fallen deeply in love with over the last few months."
Now, let's see what you got me!" said an ecstatic Bhagyashri, almost as if she were a little girl on Christmas morning. Sanjana had kept the DVD tucked away in her purse for safekeeping, so she knew the situation wouldn't present itself at an odd moment. A radiating smile graced across Bhagyashri's gorgeous face as she lifted the ice cream out of the bag, holding it as a game show hostess would an expensive prize. Sanjana giggled, seeing Bhagyashri mock some famous celebrity. After opening the treat, the two settled back for a night of movies, and fattening foods. It was their night to let their hair down...It was well into the night when Bhagyashri fell asleep on the floor. Sanjana, who also sat on the floor, was fighting to keep her eyes open. Some half-witted show was on the TV, and Sanjana could have cared less. It was then the thoughts began racing through her mind... She sat up, and reached for the DVD in her purse nearby. Glancing over at Bhagyashri, who was laying on her stomach, Sanjana felt that now was as good as a time as any.
How would Bhagyashri react? What would she say? There was only one way to find out... Sanajana nervously pressed the play button, and left the room. She wanted the sounds to fill the room first... Perhaps a way to subconsciously plant the thought into the young woman's mind.In the bathroom, the smitten young Sanjana nervously fixed her hair. Gazing into the mirror, she doubted herself time and time again. "What if I'm not good enough for her?" As she shed her garments, she slid on her pink nightgown. She knew pink was Bhagyashri's favorite color, and felt that it would be a nice added gesture.Walking back into the room, Sanjana saw the television still blaring. Much to her surprise, there sat Bhagyashri... gazing at the images on the screen with a look of utter astonishment. Sanjana stopped mid-pace, seeing the paralyzed object of her desire."I'm sorry. I shouldn't have left that on." said Sanjana as she quickly shut the TV off-not wanting to be obvious about her intent. Bhagyashri gazed upward, noticing Sanjana's revealing wardrobe."It's okay. I heard these moans and gasps, and looked up to see these women kissing." she laughed. "I've never been woken up to that before." she said as she stood up to stretch. "It looked interesting at the store, so I thought I'd check it out. I wasn't trying to make you feel uncomfortable" trembled Sanjana."It's okay. Put it back on." replied Bhagyashri as she sat back down, ready to watch all four hours of the DVD."Really?" asked Sanjana."Why not? I've always wanted to see what it looked like." Said Bhagyashri as she fluffed up her pillow, settling in. As Sanjana turned around, a warm smile graced her face as she happily placed the disk back inside the machine. Heading back to the sofa nearby, Bhagyashri noticed her roommate sitting on the sofa opposite her."You can sit over here. I don't bite." Said Bhagyashri, waving her over. Her heart skipping a beat, Sanjana did so, sitting next to the woman who held her heart captive.
Their attention went to the images displayed in front of them...The first scene was of two voluptuous, tanned brunettes bathing in what looked like an old Roman bath. Their movements were slow and careful, taking extra time to wash each inch of their bodies. A flurry of kisses soon followed, each one more aggressive than the last. The scene then dissolved into a dining area, where all they could see was a pair of oiled buttocks raised from beneath the table. Adorning the fleshy globes were an assortment of fruits and leafy vegetables, making the flesh appear to be the main course of a very special dinner. The other brunette was led in, completely blindfolded, by two other exquisite female servants. Securing her hands behind her back, the two slaves sat her in a chair, and placed her beside the table where her feast awaited. Unraveling the blindfold, the slaves departed the room in respect for their Master's meal. Attentive to the sight, the Master leaned over, and took one of the grapes between her teeth. Applying gentle pressure, the grape's juices burst forth, marinating the bronzed spheres below. As the juice deluged the skin, she watched as it gradually settled between the heightened knolls of subdued flesh. Parting her lips, the Master then delicately grazed the surface of the cheeks-warming the skin with her anxious breath. Her movements were painstakingly slow, but certainly appreciative. Turning her face, she rested her cheek against the plumpness of her slave's rear. With eyes closed, she nuzzled the moistened globe with her face, slowly turning to plant a bountiful kiss upon the beloved nourishment. It was then Bhagya and Sanjana lost sight of the Master's lips, as it fell between the elevated cleavage.A gasp of astonishment came from Bhagyashri..."Total surrender. She totally gave herself to that her." remarked Bhagya. Sanjana looked at her friend with a hushed gaze of agreement as she turned the television off. Silence crept into the room as Bhagyashri still gazed at the blank screen.
An unsettled stillness saturated the room. The moment presented itself better than Sanjana had thought. If she was going to surrender herself to Bhagyashri, now was that chance."I know what she must have felt like... giving herself to her like that." uttered a poised Sanjana. She was indeed sure of herself-the thoughts, and her love. Bhagyashri's gaze slowly shifted to the woman sitting next to her... Sharing a gaze that spoke a thousand words, Bhagya felt there was more that should be said."How do you know that?" asked Bhagyashri. With that, Sanjana gathered her convictions, and raised up before her, standing in front of her object of wanton desire. A shared look of lust was cast as Bhagyashri watched Sanjana's hands reach up to grasp the thin straps that held her nightgown on. Bhagyashri then took notice of Sanjana's well-defined body, concealed beneath the thin material. She had looked at her roommate's features before, but never in such a manner. Bhagyashri's heart skipped several beats as she struggled to catch her breath... For once in her life, Sanjana knew exactly what she was doing, and this by all means was the moment that would define her entire existence."Because... I would totally surrender myself to you. I love you, Bhagya. I always have." As the last word escaped Sanjana's lips, Bhagyashri watched as the soft, pink nightgown drop to the floor. Disrobed completely, Bhagyashri's expression fell void... Never before had a woman done this for her... Directly in front of her was a woman, young and so in love with her. So taken that she would sacrifice all that she had ever known for just this one chance... a wager on what she felt was right.Not one stitch of clothing hung from Sanjana's flesh..."Oh my God." Bhagyashri uttered helplessly as she could not help to stare at Sanjana's healthy breasts. She slowly crept forward, as Bhagyashri was still motionless. What would Bhagya do? She had never been in a situation like this before, especially with someone who adored her as much as Sanjana did. Before long, Bhagya's face was directly in front of Sanjana's ripe cleavage. Her stare was affixed on the incredible sight as an erect nipple softly brushed across her face. A defenseless moan of astonishment came from Bhagyashri as she felt Sanjana's hands clutch the sides of her face, motioning her to look up."I'll stop if you want." whispered Sanjana as her eyes still held it's command on Bhagyashri. She could stop this, right now if she wanted to. Turn her back on this moment-- this delicate, shapely woman. Lifting both her hands, Bhagyashri took hold of her fingers, threading them between her own, and with a sigh of assurance and grace, she confidently uttered..."No. I want this. I want... you."
A smile washed across Sanjana's face as her hands tightened their hold. Bhagya felt both of Sanjana's soft breasts nuzzle closer, almost enshrining her head between her incredible breasts. Unhurried, Sanjana leaned over, raising Bhagyashri's youthful face... Not a sound could be heard, or a doubt felt as Sanjana parted her lips."Oh My God." Yielded Bhagyashri as her eyelids fluttered closed. She took a deep breath and held it as if she were dipping beneath the water for a swim. Tepid warmth gradually enshrouded her motionless mouth. No force, no urgent pressure... just warmth, just love. It was in this glowing radiance that Bhagyashri realized she was sharing her very first kiss with a female. So many thoughts raced through her mind as she felt Sanjana's lips fondle hers. For some reason, Bhagyashri let go of the breath she held in her lungs. Blending it with a moan of total and unconditional abandonment, Bhagyashri knew she was going to be with this woman for a very long time.
Their lips completely pressed together, Bhagyashri allowed herself to be swallowed whole by this female. Never before had any man blessed her with such a kiss. This was far more distinct. Minutes flowed past, yet both were not keeping count. Eyes fastened shut, and mouths secure, Sanjana eased her tongue outward, falling into Bhagyashri's awaiting, and most willing mouth. Again, Bhagya moaned, realizing that another woman was savoring her saliva. Another woman... The thought sent an uncontrollable shudder throughout her subdued body.
Sanjana inched her mouth away briefly."I love you so much." Whispered an undoubted Sanjana. "I always have. Ever since I met you." With that, Bhagyashri briskly kissed her again, this time with unbridled pungency. Sanjana digested her fervor, and met her kiss with equal eagerness. Their lips parted as Bhagyashri burrowed her face between Sanjana's shapely cleavage. Feeling each tender breast on the sides of her face, Bhagyashri cooed her delight."This is so right." Her arms wrapped themselves around Sanjana's back, bringing her face deeper into the fold. How could any woman resist such passion-- such intensity? Why did Sanjana wait so long to induct Bhagyashri into her world of indulgence? Wherever Sanjana was taking her, Bhagyashri willingly allowed her to be her chieftain. Bhagya's gaze looked upward to catch Sanjana's stare... There, tucked safely between her nourishing breasts was Bhagya's glowing face. Just as she had dreamt for so many months."You're so beautiful." echoed Sanjana.
Her maternal instincts briefly took hold, and wanted Bhagyashri to feed from her life-giving breasts. Bhagya's hands extended up to clutch each precious mound... her fingernails dug themselves into the soft flesh, pressing the masses together as her tongue extended out to savor Sanjana's flesh. Sanjana, crippled in total awe, leaned over, and rested her head atop Bhagyashri's. Her lengthy strands of hair fell about, engulfing Bhagyashri's face totally. She could hear faint, muffled moans of ecstasy rustling from the depths of her buxom cleavage. This was simply too much as Sanjana curled her arms around Bhagya to ensure she would never leave her.The two stood up; their gaze still affixed on one another. Sanjana took Bhagyashri by her hands, and motioned for her to follow her. No words needed to be spoken, for both knew what was about to happen. They were to consummate this loving union. Sanjana sauntered backwards, still clutching Bhagyashri's soft, motherly hands. Their gaze not broken as the two made their way down the hallway. The two were walking into foreign territory, yet together, as their entwined hands perfectly symbolized, they would discover things together, with each other... as one.The door to Bhagyashri's bedroom crept open, as Sanjana was the first to enter. She wanted to be in her bedroom since this was where her angel rested her wings at night.
This was her shrine, her temple of beauty and splendor. Sanjana was still unclothed as Bhagyashri's gaze fell down to admire her hour glass figure. That smooth, fleshy stomach... her broad, yet modest shoulders. Ample hips that could easily bear a child... Both were now in her room, still quiet. Bhagyashri then reached under her night wear shirt, and began to lift off the constraining material."Can I take off your clothes?" asked a somewhat bashful Sanjana.With a warm smile, Bhagya extended her hands outward, happily granting her request. As she wove herself into her arms, Sanjana coquettishly admitted;"I've always wanted to do that. You just don't know how long I've wanted this."With her admission, Bhagyashri blushed with a telling smile."I never knew you cared for me like this. Why didn't you ever say anything?" asked Bhagyashri.
Their lips delicately brushed against each other's as Sanjana answered."I thought you would have turned me away. I was so scared." whispered a fragile Sanjana. A quick, reassuring kiss soothed the doubt away..."No. I never would do that." assured Bhagyashri. Her words were spoken softly, almost hushed in a way. "But I'm glad you finally told Me." Said Bhagya as she followed with a devoted kiss."Really?" asked Sanjana as she leaned her head back, exposing her bare neck for Bhagyashri's delight.Her lips anchored themselves upon her luscious flesh, moaning an intangible response of "Yes". Bhagyashri's hands reached up to hold Sanjana's shoulders in place as she eased her back. Sanjana stretched her neck back, letting her curled, elongated locks dangle freely behind her.
She was in total rapture... The woman she had so long desired and secretly loved was now sowing bountiful wet kisses upon her neck. She just couldn't believe that Bhagyashri had accepted this. How fortunate could one be?Bhagya poised herself back, standing straight as Sanjana's hands tumbled down Bhagyashri's side, still enveloped in a vigorous kiss. Her fingertips clinched the bottom of Bhagya's night shirt as Sanjana unwillingly broke her kiss to watch Bhagyashri become completely unveiled. She so wanted to see this shrine of complete beauty, total magnificence in every way imaginable. Her abdomen was the first to feel the brisk air as the heavy material lifted up.
Sanjana whimpered as she saw the body being totally unsheathed. Bhagya willfully lifted her arms above her head as Sanjana inched the shirt along, now revealing the fullness of her deserving breasts."Oh, Bhagya." Sanjana whispered faintly as her senses were flooded with the view.As Bhagyashri's lengthy hair lifted along with the shirt, Sanjana quickly glanced to take in the full vista of her womanly outline. The way the curves flowed upward into her stomach, bending into her top half that retained her breasts. Her breasts were so full, quite a generous serving for whomever was fortunate enough to claim Bhagyashri as their lover. Her skin was flawless... no sign of any imperfections whatsoever. Sanjana thought Bhagyashri had larger breasts than she did, but now she was convinced they both had equal mass. And her areolas... they were perfectly placed on the top of her mounds, as if it were like a Chocolate to Kiss. As the shirt made its way past her wrists, Sanjana felt a sudden whisk of cool air sweep across her face, coming from Bhagya's black locks settling across her now bare shoulders. The fragrance of her hair filled Sanjana's nostrils as she shivered in ecstasy. Quickly letting go of the shirt, Sanjana's face suddenly was void of all expression as the two suddenly fell into a profound stare. Taking hold of each other's hands, Bhagyashri watched as Sanjana slowly knelt in front of her.
For a fleeting moment, Bhagyashri thought she was to ask her hand in marriage. At least that's what most do, and if Sanjana had asked that, Bhagyashri would have joyfully said yes-- although she wouldn't confess that secret as of yet. All Bhagyashri could do was watch Sanjana as she inched closer to her body. There, directly in front of her was Bhagyashri's creamy abdomen. Every inch of Bhagya was susceptible to Sanjana's deep appreciation, yet her stomach held its command on her. She watched with reverence as Bhagyashri took in each breath... Raising her palm, she rested the flat of her hand upon Bhagya's toned skin. Closing her eyes, she brought her lips closer, gently kissing Bhagyashri's supple skin. Gingerly, she then pressed her cheek against her stomach, gasping as she did.
For Sanjana, nothing would give her greater satisfaction than to crawl inside her womb, becoming reborn in Bhagyashri's shining wake. She loved her that much. And it was her womb that Sanjana felt most comfortable next to. It glowed with fertile opportunity in so many ways.Her hands fluttered up along Bhagyashri's freshly shaven legs to her waist, gripping the elastic band that held the pink night pants. With a sensitive nudge, she motioned Bhagyashri to turn around for her, so she could attest that the riddance of the flimsy cloth would reveal two of the most mouth-watering ass cheeks she had ever seen. At certain times, Sanjana would sneak a quick glance at Bhagyashri bathing, and it never ceased to amaze her that her eyes would always saturate themselves with Bhagyashri's splendid backside. There was no longer the walls of secrecy and concealment of her hunger.
Now, as she gently slipped the elastic band past the summit of Bhagya's globes, she sighed, finally at ease with herself, and her powerful feelings for Bhagyashri. Sanjana noticed how the snug material seemed to press into the fleshy skin. With each hand on Bhagyashri's side, she delicately lowered the pants passed the width of her hips. Releasing her fingers, she felt the fabric fall around Bhagyashri's ankles. Now, directly in front of her was Bhagyashri's ass... unblemished, and immaculate."You're so beautiful, Bhagya" remarked Sanjana as her grateful fingertips grazed each supple cheek."Your ass... it's so wonderful.""Yea?" inquired Bhagyashri as she looked behind her right shoulder to see the spectacle."Oh God yes." answered Sanjana in defining awe.Her lips quickly divided themselves as she drove her face into the thickness of Bhagyashri's right cheek, sealing a moist kiss upon the sacred skin."Oooh." replied Bhagyashri as she felt Sanjana's tongue upon her flesh. "No one's ever kissed my ass like that before.
""No one's ever loved you like I love you before."Sanjana quickly placed another kiss upon a different portion of her ass. Warm, thick saliva coated the area where her initial kiss was, and it was all Sanjana could do from not going completely mad, devouring her entire ass. Bhagyashri leaned forward, arching her back slightly so that Sanjana could easily relish more of her. Bhagyashri's eyes clamped shut as she felt Sanjana's torrid breath cascade over her well rounded spheres."Uhmmmmm" was all Bhagyashri heard as she knew Sanjana would appreciate seeing her hunched over.Sanjana couldn't say a thing since her mouth was absorbing itself amid the savory cleavage of her ass. Suddenly, Bhagya felt her back off. Looking around, she saw Sanjana on her knees, trying to collect her senses."Oh my." she sighed. "I can't have too much of a good thing." Said Sanjana as she stood up.Bhagya turned to meet her in an irrefutable kiss. Bhagyashri held Sanjana's head in her hands as she purred with affection."Make love to me, Sanjana..." uttered Bhagya as she planted several wet kisses across her face, and forehead.
"Make me your woman. I want to be yours."Tears nearly seized Sanjana as she heard Bhagyashri express her unconditional oath. With urgency, Sanjana's arms grasped Bhagyashri's frame, thrusting the both of them backward onto Bhagyashri's mattress. Bhagya's hair flattened out upon the comforter as yet another kiss beguiled the young woman. Sanjana was atop her as her arms still held its grasp. Bhagyashri was taken by her frenzy, but was reassured as Sanjana's moans of bliss echoed throughout her ears.Their kiss was unmistakable. Their bond was flourishing with each passing moment. The slurps of their wet kisses filled the room as tongues intermeshed, lips quivered in wonder... A tear inched out of Sanjana's eye as phrases and expressions of love were exchanged.
There were no hurried or rapid movements on this night. Every ounce of Sanjana's existence was poured upon Bhagyashri. Arms were stretched, muscles were massaged, and knolls of flesh worshipped in various ways... The two women left no stone upturned. Bhagyashri had never thought much about being involved with a woman until this night. Never before had she believed that another woman could carry such relevance with another. Admittedly, she assumed the role as the submissive one during the early hours of the night. But as the night handed over its authority to the early morning, Bhagyashri was transformed into a woman of boldness, a woman of unbridled seduction... she had become the enslaved torso of Sanjana's heart and soul. And before the two collapsed from exhaustion at 6 am the next day, she was fully convinced that she had fallen deeply in love with her roommate. As Sanjana drifted off into sleep, lying upon Bhagyashri's left breast (she found that she fancied listening to her heartbeat), Bhagyashri gently woke her to express her feelings. Her drowsiness quickly faded away as the two sealed their union with a kiss, along with several tears of joy and serenity.
The days and weeks that soon followed were wonderful. Sanjana had moved out of her old bedroom, and moved into Bhagya's, leaving it as their guestroom. Bhagyashri soon ordained that her bed was now "our" bed, and even her language changed. Her expressions now consisted of "us", or "we". Pictures of the two soon decorated their house as the romance blossomed into a passionate, life-long love affair. Everything they did, they did together as a couple. They didn't care what others thought as they openly showed their affection in public. Sanjana loved to buy Bhagyashri anything that had the color pink in it. They were always exchanging love cards, notes, anything to remind the other of the love in their hearts. When Sanjana had to be at work before Bhagyashri, she would always leave love notes on the mirror in the bathroom. And on the days when Sanjana woke up earlier, she would sit beside their bed, and gaze at the well-defined muscles in Bhagyashri's back. She loved running the tip of her ring finger along her spine. And, on occasions, Sanjana would wake Bhagyashri by engulfing her moist tongue in the furrow of her breast. It was irrefutable.
Their souls were forever fused together by an undeniable love. They continued to live happily ever after. Your valuable feedback and comments to seekcompany@gmail.com please. . . .
Hi readers, This time around your JJ is going to give you a lesbian treat with a village back ground. In the past submissions we have had enough from the ladies hostel and the University. The below narration is also from a small Temple town south of Chennai about 320 km away from where all the lesbian action was flourishing. The place is only second to Kanchipuram in terms of number of temples found in and around this small town called Kumbakonam. Approximately 5 km from there is a place called Thirunageswaram it is here that the below narration takes place. Let’s go directly to see what these girls have to say of their lesbian experience.
I grew up in a village where the nearest neighbor was a 200 to 300 meters away. My father and family were very religious and conservative in their thinking. My father was a real control machine and wouldn't let me go out without a family member accompanying me. My best friend Jannaki, who lived in Kumbakonam, both of us were on the volleyball team at a catholic girl’s school near Kumbakonam railway station. In my secondary school year, we had a night game in a called Tanjore fifty km away from ours. Since I knew we'd get back in town late, I asked my father if it was okay for me to go straight over to Janaki's house and spend the night. After much cajoling, he relented.
Janaki lived in a large house on the rear side of the school. They were well to do agriculture people. Her bedroom was on the second floor next to the stairs, and her parents slept in the room at the opposite end of the hallway. As we were getting ready for bed, we began talking about what it would be like to kiss a boy and letting him caress our breasts. Since neither of us had never ever experienced such a thing, the only thing we knew is to imagine how it would be to be kissed smooched by a boy. We could only imagine. We finally went to bed after having a glass of milk and were still chatting. Her parents were already asleep since they had to get up early the next morning. Janaki had a double bed and we laid there in our T-shirts & sports skirts talking about boys. Before long, we were both very excited.
Janaki was a little taller then me and had much bigger breasts. I was a little envious since I was a late bloomer. She gave me a strange smile and told me to close my eyes. I did so, not quite sure what to expect. Suddenly, her soft lips gently brushed mine in a slow kiss.
I started to open my eyes but she told me to keep them closed and pretend that she was Manikandan, a boy we both had a crush on who worked in a photocopying shop opposite the school.
I could feel my heart beating. Something was stirring inside me.I nodded once, letting her know it was okay. The next thing I knew, we were French kissing and our tongues were touching.
I could feel an excitement deep within me that I had never felt before.
As our lips parted, we realized we were both flushed.Janaki looked at me straight in the eyes. "Now it's your turn to be Manikandan," she said.
Nervously, I put my hand on her breast and began to caress it tenderly. I cradled it, feeling her fullness under my fingertips. I sensed a shudder going through her and could tell she was really enjoying this.
After a few moments she pulled her T-shirt up and gently put my hand back gently put my hand back on her breast. I started teasing her nipple, and felt my heartbeat accelerate as it got harder and harder.
"Suck it," she whispered. I leaned over and started playing with it with my tongue.
She reached over and pulled my T-shirt up over my head and then took hers off. We lay there semi-nude with only the shimmy on our sides and slowly put our arms around each other. As we hugged, our lips met once again and our hands began to roam. Her hand slid down across my butt and caressed my cheeks. Her fingers slowly moved closer and closer to my pussy. Before I knew it she was lightly stroking my outer lips and I felt my body shudder.
I had never had feelings like these before. My whole body was getting warmer. Janaki knew how excited I was because suddenly I was gasping for breath and she had to pull back. She just looked at me and smiled. I didn't know what to do. I was embarrassed and a little scared.
Janaki gently pushed me on my back and started sucking on my nipple. Soon she was gently biting it, and every time she did, a jolt shot through my whole body. With her hand, she slowly pushed my legs apart and her fingers started moving up and down on my pussy lips. She kept teasing until a finger began slipping inside. Just as she pressed it all the way in, she bit down on my nipple again. My whole body gave a jerk and I felt an explosion inside me.
I yelled, "OH GOD" so loud we were suddenly afraid her parents would wake up. I did not realize it then, but this was the first real orgasm of my life. I lay there shaking and she put a gentle hand over my mouth so I wouldn't make anymore noise.
As the climax subsided, Janaki started giggling. As overwhelmed as I was, I couldn't help myself... and started laughing along with her.
After a few moments we calmed down. Janaki was looking at me again, but this time her smile was less playful.
"Now it's your turn," she murmured.
I looked at her and whispered, "I don't know what to do."
She said, "It's easy," as she placed my hand down between her legs. "I'll guide you".
She opened her legs and I began gently rubbing the inside of her thighs. My fingers brushed against her pubic area and she whispered "Yesss."
Soon my finger was inside her going up and down as I rested my head on her stomach and let my finger sink deeper inside her.
She let out a low moan and put her hand on my head and started playing with my hair. "Use two fingers," she whispered. I slid another in and began working them around. She began pushing her hips against them and started gently moving my head down lower. My fingers were getting coated with her juices and I could smell her intoxicating scent. I was getting turned on again and instead of being repelled by the smell, I felt more and more drawn to it. My head went lower and lower until I was just inches away.
"Taste it," she whispered.
I looked up at her and said, "I... don't know." I wanted to taste it... yet part of me was holding back.
"Go ahead, just try it."
I slid my fingers out, brought them up to my lips, stuck my tongue out and lightly licked them. The taste wasn't as strong as I thought it would be. It was very different than I had expected. I licked them again a little harder and then slipped them into my mouth. I looked up at Janaki and she was smiling. I put my fingers up against her lips and she sucked them, running her tongue around them. I pulled them out of her mouth and slid them back inside her pussy, moving them around to coat as much juices as I could on them. Then, I put them back in her mouth and she sucked and licked them like it was her favorite ice cream.
I moved my head down between her legs and let my tongue slide up inside her. I started gently licking her up and down, each time going deeper and deeper. Soon my whole mouth was covered with her juices and she was thrusting her hips at me, while her soft moans urged me on... "Yes, yes, deeper, ooooh Shanthi."
My heart was pounding and suddenly I couldn't breathe. I lifted my head up and came around and pressed my lips against hers. Our mouths opened, and our tongues met in a frenzy of licking and sucking. When we finally parted Janaki told me to lie down on my back. She then turned around and straddled me putting her head down between my legs and her beautiful butt just inches from my face.
We both started licking each other. I followed her lead and whatever she did to me I did to her. I put my hands on her cheeks and opened her up as wide as possible thrusting my tongue in as deep as I could and then coming up and sucking on her clit. I could feel my orgasm building up deep inside me. My whole body felt like it was going to explode...
I erupted like a volcano. I was shaking as I pulled my head back gasping for air. Janaki let out a sigh and relaxed, letting her body drop down on me. After a few minutes she climbed off and lay down beside me. We didn't say anything for a while. All I could taste and smell was Janaki. I reached over and took her hand and gave it a light squeeze. She looked over and smiled.
I have never felt as close to anyone in my life as I did at that moment. This was how both these conservative girls tasted the forbidden fruit & grew up only to expand their horizon of lesbian loving making. Comments please to seekcompany@gmail.com
Hi readers, JJ is back after a break with a lovely lesbian tale. We had been through the hostel, teacher student friends etc etc with the lesbian action. This submission below is of a narrative in nature where I as a outsider or a candid viewer will go deep into what happens while two lesbian lovers close the door behind. All fun and actions are given in a third person expression. This something new to me and have tried my best to give you a arousal of 2008.
Walking up slowly and quietly behind you, she stops just inches away from you. So close you can feel her breath sigh against your neck. Far enough away though, that you can't sense her heat or feel her heart beat fast in response to your nearness. You stand there and slowly shiver in anticipation, knowing that soon enough, she will touch you. Caress your soft, aroused skin. She can see the beginnings of your arousal as your skin flushes softly under the silk of your robe. She hears your breath catch lightly as her body comes up flush against yours. Her soft, nightie covered breasts to your back. Her hands lightly rest on your shoulders, fingers slowly stroking the hollows at your neck. Every touch makes your breath catch.
You moan softly and she sighs and lets her hands trace down your arms gently. Patiently waiting for you, to give her a silent signal that you are ready to go further, her hands catch yours lightly. She slowly brings each one up to your shoulder and leans closely into you. You feel her breath on the back of your hand as she leans in to kiss your knuckles. She turns your hand up and places a tender kiss in your palm and closes your fingers around it. Quietly showing you the emotions she won't say out loud. She does the same to your other hand. Slowly and tenderly kisses your palm and gives you part of her.
Leaning back she lets your hands fall out of hers as she wraps her arms around you and gets as close to you as she can. You feel her breath against your neck seconds before she leans into place a soft kiss on your nape. You can feel her smile as she pulls back. She can hear you sigh as she lifts her head. Her arms around you rest just under your lush, full breasts. Feeling the heat coming from the undersides of them she slowly rubs her thumbs under the fullest part, closest to your body. You feel her heart pick up speed against your back. You feel her breath catch as she touches you. Knowing she is just as aroused as you. Your hands come up to slowly cover hers, moving them slowly up your chest. Telling her without words that she can go further, that you want her as well.
Her body closes into yours, very closely in fact. Her hands slowly cup the undersides of your full breasts. Her hands slowly and gradually touching you, your head falls back against her shoulder. You turn just enough. She sees your eyes and what they are saying to her. She leans in and covers your mouth slowly for the first time. Kissing you deeply, slowly, she savors your taste, your smell, and your breath. Letting them penetrate her senses. She pulls back and looks into your eyes. Wanting to see what yours eyes are telling her. Wanting to ask you what you desire. But not wanting to push you any further then you are ready. Leaning back in she skims your jaw moving slowly back to your mouth. Kissing and nipping softly the whole time. Her eyes meeting yours and asking you a silent question 'what do you want me to do love?' you can see the willingness to please you in her eyes. You smile softly.
You leave her in quiet anticipation for a heartbeat or two. Smiling gently you lean into her and kiss her deeply. She sighs softly against your mouth. Finally, feeling your breath mingling with hers, she sighs against your mouth and pulls you closer. Slowly, turning you in her arms till you are face to face; bodies gently coming together, you realize her body meshes well with yours. Standing face to face your breasts lightly brush against hers. Your hips bump gently together. Her one leg slides gently between your thighs resting against you. Her hands slowly cup your breasts again, this time covering them fully. She watches your face to see what arouses you, which touches make you sigh and moan softly for her. Your hands slowly begin to explore her skin in return. Hearing her moan softly your eyes come up to meet hers. She gasps softly at the look in your eyes. So much desire and passion...and if she watches closely she sees the quiet love in your eyes. She returns the look to you filled with all the same emotions.
She slowly moves her hands up over your breasts covering them. Her fingers brushing over your nighty-covered skin, feeling the slippery satin move over even softer skin. She traces circles around your nipples not quite touching them but teasing gently. You let out a soft moan as she accidentally brushes your beaded nipples. Smiling softly she does it again. This time deliberately. Slow strokes over your aroused nipples. Feeling the robe catch against your skin she gently eases it open. You feel the cool air caress your warm skin and sigh. She leans back into you meeting your mouth again for a long slow kiss.
Her thigh parting yours and pressing into you gently, rocking slowly into you with her thigh she keeps kissing you. Nibbling the corners of your mouth as her tongue dips out and traces your lips. Feeling your tongue touch hers, she flicks hers lightly over yours. Enticing your tongue further into her mouth, slowly and patiently, she has no desire to rush you. She waits and watches and listens to every breath you take and every sound you make. Following the sounds she moves slowly forward. Her touches and kisses deepening with every sigh from you.
Her hands continue to caress your breasts slowly. She feels the silk of your skin in her warm palms, the tantalizing weight of your breasts pressing into her hands. This time the moans are yours as her mouth slowly moves down your neck to press a gentle kiss into that spot where your neck and shoulders meet. Her tongue darts out to taste you as her thumbs roll over your nipples again and again. She breathes in the scent of your warm skin. She looks up to catch your eyes watching her every movement. Slowly she works her way down your chest till she reaches the tops of your breasts. She waits to see your reaction.
Eyes locking with yours she sees the soft pleasure and need fill your eyes. She knows the want, the desire coursing through your body. Your tongue slowly darts out and licks your lips before you catch your bottom lip in your teeth. Her mouth slowly kisses the soft upper curve of your full breast. Her hands moving your breasts together, their weight fully supported in those warm hands. You feel her mouth and the tip of her tongue trailing almost too slowly down your skin. Your breath gets faster as you anticipate her next move. Her eyes only tilt up to watch you as her mouth slowly, surely covers your nipple. You can feel her hand caressing your other breast still. The texture of her tongue against your nipple and the heat surrounding it makes you shiver. Your body wants more but you don’t want to rush her or yourself.
She stands up fully and takes your hand in hers. She gently leads you to the bed, making sure that this is what you want, for yourself and from her. She wants there to be no misunderstanding between the two of you. For this is a mutual desire. Wanted and needed by both of you. You follow her willingly, ready and beyond the need for more. You stop her at the edge of the bed and tug her robe off. You want there to be just warm skin between the two of you. She gently kisses you. Her tongue teasing yours, darting in and out until your hands pull her nearer. Your tongue plays with hers. Meeting and withdrawing till you are both breathless.
She sits down on the edge of the bed and pulls you towards her. You can feel her breath hot against the skin of your belly. Your body anticipates her touch against your skin. Your breath catches and your belly draws in a bit. She laughs softly and looks up at you before slowly placing a gentle kiss above your belly button. Soft lips, against soft belly and a wet dart of tongue to that belly have you gasping in pleasure. Her teeth leave gentle love bites in a trail to your belly button. Her tongue very slowly rims your belly button before she takes the edge of it between her teeth and slowly sucks on it.
Her hands roam your skin. Hands caressing gently down your back. The soft weight of your bottom filling her hands, before they land on your hips and pull you even closer. She uses her nose to rub into your skin just a bit. She can smell the warm heat of your arousal as she slowly kisses down your belly to your plush mound. Her hands slowly move around until her thumbs rest just above your mound. The soft hair moved by her breath tickles her thumbs. This time she pauses and smiles up at you. She wants your taste against her mouth. Your eyes are steadily watching her moves. Her hands and her mouth are so close to what you desire from her. But she hasn’t moved yet. Her breath sighs against your skin still. You wonder why she waits. Your hand cups the back of her head as your other hand covers one of hers. You slowly guide her hand lower till both of your hands are pressing into your mound. Her gentle laugh against your damp hair makes you shiver and moan softly.
Her thumb slowly slides against your softly swollen, wet outer lips. Her thumb parts you gently before slipping between to touch your heated skin. Her tongue darts out quickly to lick a line at the crease where your belly and mound meet. At the same time her thumb brushes your clit making you jump a bit. Your hand locks at the back of her head. She places an exquisitely gentle kiss in the center of your mound and then very slowly starts to lick a trail down to your now parted lips. You push her head down a bit more. Your legs shake as her tongue delves between your wet swollen lips. Her hand moves to your lower back to hold you steady against her mouth. She feels the tremors coursing through your body. She gives your clit one soft, wet lick and then pulls away to blow a stream of cool air against you. Suddenly she pulls back and stands up. Gently she turns you around and pushes you down to the bed. She pushes your body flat against the bed and slowly kneels down in front of you. Her hands part your voluptuous thighs and slowly knead the skin where it meets your hips and mound. You can’t see her and prop yourself up on your elbows to watch her.
You want to touch her but you aren’t sure of what to do. She catches you watching and smiles. She tells you quietly and steadily that when its your turn she will show you what to do and where to touch. You laugh gently because she read your mind…or was it the look on your face she saw. The quick flash of panic in your eyes that you couldn’t please her the way she is pleasuring you. She leans up and kisses your mouth gently and tells you that every sigh and moan is pleasing her. Don’t worry she laughs into your mouth. Your foreheads rest against each other for a moment as you both pause to enjoy the moment. She gives you one last gentle lingering kiss and sits back on her legs. Her position leaves her face even with your body on the bed. Leaning in again her mouth hovers over your mound before she covers it with another quick kiss. Her hand gently presses into your wetness and parts it again. A finger slides in and traces up and down your inner lips. Her tongue slides between that softly parted flesh and licks a trail around your outer lips. Her breath catches as she finally tastes you fully. Your hands move restlessly against the bed. You are afraid to move because if you do you won’t be able to see her.
Your hips move up a bit as her tongue slides down and then back up. Her tongue catches in the hood of your clit and then rides slowly underneath to touch your clit. She can feel how aroused and swollen you are against her tongue. Her tongue traces around and around your clit slowly. Her fingers that were tracing your skin are now hovering at your entrance. One fingertip slowly, sliding into that slick wetness. Not too far inside just enough that you can feel her there. She moves her face just a bit causing her nose to press into you. You gasp and let your head fall back as her finger gently slips all the way inside you. Her teeth gently graze your clit as her finger presses inside. She lets a moan slip out against your clit the vibrations adding a new edge to your arousal. You can feel her finger sliding in and out of you. On her next slide out she lets a second finger slip inside you. Her fingers feel everything inside you. Slowly she opens them up inside you. Spreading them gently apart she slowly stretches your skin around her fingers. Her tongue is slowly tracing down to meet her fingers. You can feel the quick flutters at your entrance. She glides her tongue in with your fingers on the next slow slide in. Curling her tongue up, she finds that hard knot of nerves just inside you. Her tongue presses into you making your hips give a quick buck. Your walls tighten on her finger and she can feel the wetness slowly spreading against her tongue. Her fingers come to meet her tongue and press up a bit more into those nerves. Body quivering, you moan her name and your arms slide out from under you until you are flat on the bed. Your legs fall open even more as she slides one arm under one of your legs till it rests on her shoulder.
You can feel her breath quicken against you, she is as aroused as you are. Her tongue slowly slides out as a third finger eases into you. She is ready to pull back, still, at any sign you are uncomfortable or don’t want this. Your lower body is undulating slowly at each movement. All three fingers curve up inside you hitting those nerves with every pass. You let out a soft scream as your body contracts around her fingers, a precursor to your fulfillment. You can feel her smile against your body as her tongue works its way back up to your clit. Her teeth once again grasp your clit and tug gently out. Her every breath is a caress to your heated skin. Your inner walls are slowly contracting around her fingers with each touch and caress. She knows you are very close to orgasm. She quietly tells you to let it go, baby. Just let go and let your body feel everything. Her tongue laps the underside of your swollen clit again and again, pushing you higher and higher in ecstasy. Your hips are moving feverishly against her now, her fingers constantly stroking and pressing into that hard knot. Your wetness coats her fingers and the inside of your thighs. Her eyes peer over your mound to watch your arousal. She pulls her face back from you. You hear her tell you to come for her. Please love come for me she says. Your body listens to her and your hips push off the bed as you come; your inner walls gripping and pulsing around her fingers, hard and fast contractions around them.
You hear her moan as you squeeze her fingers again and again. Her tongue touches your entrance above your fingers and gently licks you over and over, gathering your sweet taste in her mouth, her fingers still pushing in and out of you. Your orgasm pulses through your body again and again. Your hand comes to rest against her hand at the top of your thigh. Fingers lacing together as you ride out one of the strongest waves of your orgasm. Your breath coming in pants as you slide down that peak of ecstasy for the final time. Her mouth slowly continues to gather your essence till the end. One last pass of her tongue and her fingers slowly slide out of you causing your body to contract one final time. She lifts her head and eases up and over to the side of you. She quietly gathers you in her arms and holds you. Her mouth meets yours in a tender and slow kiss. Hands stroking your skin, soft, soothing touches over your back and hips. Holding you to her she slowly shifts up higher on the bed till you are both resting on the pillows. Your arms locked around each other as you catch your breath and melt into her embrace.
She feels your heart racing against her chest and lets out a soft laugh followed by another tender kiss. She smiles as she smoothes back your long hair off your face and meets your gaze. She has a questioning look in her eyes until you smile gently back at her. She sighs happily and snuggles into you until you both gently doze off to sleep. Comments please to seekcompany@gmail.com
Author’s Note: Incase you are expecting a hardcore sex action down below I request you to kindly skip this one. This submission is meant for those who love to enjoy the slow and smooth love making.
Hi, there readers. Wishing you all the very best arousal in this New Year & forever more. This time around Chennai is bubbling with people doing their last minute shopping for Pongal is only a few days around the Conner. Crowd, crowd every where traffic is bumper to bumper. Pongal in Tamil Nadu or Shankranthi as it is called in North India is a sign of getting rid of the old and incoming of the new in just about everything. Pity the people of down south in Tamil Nadu Supreme court has slapped hard against the famous JALLIKATTU to many its sad and to few its good. To us let’s try and get some good strong arousal leaving back the weak and poor arousal to the yesteryears.
Somehow Malathi the lesbian seductress storyline has always been a success this is from my own inference also it is evident from the feed backs and comments that some of the readers have been sending me. Therefore its right time we get back to the old lesbian cunning fox’s narration and enjoy a few more of her sexperiences. Here we go straight back to the sleepy little temple town of Chidambaram which thrives not only thru the famous Nataraja temple and Natiyanjali festival but also thru the famous University wherein our lady love works as a reader in the Dept., of English and listen to what she has to say. . . . . . . . . . . . .
I sat in my office and tried not to think about the last period I had just taught. I enjoy teaching that too English Literature, and this year students are bright, eager young faces was especially fun, a break from my regular routine of working in my field current year MA 1st students were a real good lot. One face was just too bright though. Rithika. Tall and slim, with long black hair re-bonding done recently also well maintained and she was a graceful figure in total, she was just too attentive, too nice, and too eager.
But eager for what, I wondered. Was she really looking at me with such hunger in her eyes? The boys swarmed around her, but she seemed uninterested in them. She never asked a question in class, but always found something relevant to ask afterwards. Sometimes I would stay ten or fifteen minutes after each session talking with her. She was bright and intelligent and oh so charming. I thought she was charming. Maybe she was just being naturally herself. Maybe she had no hidden desires for another woman. No, not just any other woman. Me.
"Malathi," I thought, "get that girl out of your head you cunning lesbian.
"Sitting back in English department rest room, I closed my eyes, but Rithika would not get out of my head. I imagined her out of class, wearing something casual and light, walking in the play ground area, the breeze blowing around her, catching her dress between those long legs and molding it to her body.
"Malathi," I said to myself again, "do not be thinking of that girl naked." Yes, think of her as just another student, not a woman with a name, but as a young girl with an infatuation. Just another young student of 22 years with full lips and bright eyes that looked at me so intently when I spoke in class but never seemed to catch mine for long in our talks afterwards. To me Rithika seemed like a young women standing in a field near the Agricultural department with the high grass moving in the breeze as she slipped the thin straps of her dress down to bare her breasts. Oh, such loveliness as I saw her nipples revealed to me.
My eyes shot open and I sat upright in my chair.
This was not good. I could not be imagining my student like this. No, no, no, no. Not again Malathi enough is enough, you had enough with the female students studying under you.
But then as class ended and the students broke out aimlessly I found myself missing her. I liked Rithika. I liked her quick mind and the questions she asked and the talks we shared. I liked being her mentor, sharing my knowledge, expertise and experience with her. And then came time for 1st semester exams & the whole class reassembled and there she was looking so fresh and clean and pure. Surely she was not pure. A girl of 22 was bound to have had lots of opportunities to do anything she ever wanted to be, anything but pure. Still, she looked so sweet and demure.
Oh, fresh and clean and pure Rithika. I gave up telling myself not to think about her and let my fantasies run away with me. Later I was with her in the play ground, helping her out of that ridiculously sexy dress that was really nothing more than a simple casual cotton top and knee length thin skirt until Rithika wore it. I was leaning to kiss her, feeling the warmth of her bosom on mine as our arms found one another. Pulling her too me, my own breasts hot with passion and desire. My fingers would find their way into my panties, down down down until they touched my clit. Softly rolling it, I let my mind see Rithika easing her dress all the way off, then reaching to unbutton my blouse, peeling it off my shoulders, arms around me to unclasp my strapless bra.
Coffee, I decided. Coffee was nice and safe and there was nothing wrong with asking a student to have a cup of coffee. Besides, I was mature and confident. My career demanded it. I had to hold my own in a competitive world. At coffee, I could use all my skills and experience to see just what this girl was up to with her questions and attention. I had been with few women. Sexual experimentation. Fun. Touching the forbidden. Well, maybe pure Rithika had too. Maybe it was not such a big deal to seduce her at all, but then it was. I sighed as my fingers slipped inside of me, pleasing myself as I imagined Rithika touching me with her fair slender fingers. Would she be shy and demure as a lover, or raw and adventurous, ready for anything? Oh, the ugly wicked thoughts I enjoyed until our next meeting.
Asking her to coffee was so easy. She practically jumped at the chance. I began to feel more confident. I could make any overture to her seem most innocent. If she was not interested, what would a subtle comment be taken as but light, airy conversation? We arrived separately. I made sure to dress conservatively, professionally. My hair was pulled back, and I wore my reading glasses which I wound’ it normally do. Under my white blouse, I wore my contrasting black & lacy bra, thinking, if the moment was right, I might just brush the loose end of my sari aside and bend my back just the right way.
Rithika was charming as usual. She was dressed properly for a meeting with her instructor, crisp shorts and a sleeveless blouse. She wore her long hair pulled back, exposing the slim line of her throat so adorably. We sat across from each other at a café away from the University premises and talked of her studies and my career and things that someone about to enter it might expect to encounter. At one point, she laid her hand on the table, and I found a reason to lean forward and lay mine on hers as I made a point. I let it linger for a moment. I looked at her. She looked back, but did not move her hand. She didn't draw it away. She didn't do anything.
I was so frustrated. Was she interested or not? One moment I was sure she was. The next, I was sure she wasn't. I decided not to slip my sari loose end and bend my back for her and show off. It no longer felt like such a free and easy thing to do casually. This was not just some casual pick-up. I could not come on to her as I might if we had met in a social situation. No, I was her teacher and she was my student and even thought we were both adults, if I made sexual overtures to her that she was not eager for, it could end my teaching career. Just what I needed was NO RUMORS among anyone in and around the University. I am not interested to advertise that I am a lesbian. But I just wanted to make love to this one incredibly beautiful and smart and desirable woman. Taking my hand away, we finished our coffee and ran out of things to say. As we stood, she posed herself so disarmingly that I found there was no proper way to say goodbye other than to chance hug her. So I did. Nothing wrong with a hug. Women to women.
My God, to have Rithika in my arms. I didn't want to let go. My arms slipped around her and she came into them. I could feel her breasts moving on mine as we came together. I felt the softness of her under her clothes. Her cheek was warm on my own as we held onto one another. I never wanted to let go. But I knew I should. I broke it off a little sooner than I needed to. It had gone on longer than a goodbye hug should, but not long enough to be the parting of lovers. I wanted to give her something to think about.
Later in the next meeting, at which we both acted reserved and aloof, she paused for a moment to ask one of her regular series of questions. She seemed shy. Why shy? I pretended I didn't have time to chat and suggested we meet again for coffee. She agreed with a vigorous nod of her head. "Tuesday afternoon?"
"Tuesday," she agreed, her pretty eyes rising to meet mine as she smiled.
Collecting my things, I hurried out to my car. What was I going to do with myself until Tuesday? Why hadn't I said Sunday, or Saturday or even right now? I gripped the wheel to stop myself from pulling up my sari and touching myself right there in the parking lot. Slowing my breathing, I relaxed and finally started the car, driving away for an appointment with nothing and no one and leaving a lovely young woman standing alone in an empty classroom.On Tuesday, I was planning to go home and change at lunch, slipping in to something less formal for our date. Oh, my, I was calling it a date. Bad Malathi. Someone should spank you for these thoughts.
But no. As it was, I was almost late for our afternoon coffee date. I pride myself on punctuality. And I was so glad that I was already at our table when she arrived. She took my breath away.It wasn't the same casual dress I had pictured in my fantasies, but it was awfully much like it. I was watching the door as she came out of the café proper and made her way across the outdoor garden. It was like watching her in slow motion. She reached up to sweep her hair back as she came out the door, and the long, free black hair floated for a moment before falling over her shoulder. Her dress was tidy long flowing frock to just below her knee, patterned and trimmed with white lace across the breast section. It came to a vee above her breasts, and there began a line of buttons that ran all the way down. While it was not tight, it did follow the curves of her figure, hugging the fullness of her breasts and narrowing at her waist before flaring at her hips. She walked lightly, in sandals, long legs striding sensuously, long hair streaming, her long dress flowing around those legs. The dress moved as her body moved, sweeping over her as her skin moved under it.
Oh my, Malathi. What the hell are you going to do now?
Suddenly, she was slipping into a chair next to me. Not across the table, as she had last time, but next to me. I could smell her. She was clean and fresh and oh so desirable. Her greeting was breathy and breezy, light. She smiled as she said hello."I am so glad we have this chance to talk more," she said. Somehow, she managed to lean over as she did, shoulders raised so that her breasts were pushed together. When she let her shoulders drop, I saw them move back under the pattern of her dress, conforming on to their own shape and the light confines of that dress. It was not cold, but her nipples were standing up.
We talked for about an hour this time. I had another meeting to attend before the end of the day, so I had to break it off far sooner than I would have liked. When, toward the end, I once more laid my hand lightly over her wrist as she laid it on the table, she turned her hand up, taking my own wrist in her fingers. We sat there, pretending we were not holding hands in public for about five minutes, somehow managing to talk about the most insane things. And of course, we weren't really holding hands. I had my fingers around her wrist. She had hers around mine. Nothing wrong with that, is there?
"Malathi Mam," she said finally, as I had made my excuses to leave and finally removed my hand from her arm, "would you like to come over for dinner on Friday to my place?"
I didn't know what to say. Dinner? With Rithika? At her rented house? Just the two of us? Why wait until Friday?
"I'd love to," I heard myself saying. Rithika asked the waiter for a pen and was scrawling her address and phone number on a napkin. I noticed her tongue stuck out a little as she fought the pen across the rough surface. We stood, and she handed me the napkin. Trying not to be too obvious, Rithika had to reach back behind her to adjust her dress where it had stuck to her bottom. I smiled. Then she was in my arms again, her fresh body pressing to mine. It was amazing to feel her moving under her dress. I was sure she was not wearing anything else at all and I wished that I was as free to dress that way as she. Once more, the hug lasted longer than it needed to, but not long enough. "See you about eight then," she said as we each began to let go. Her lips almost touched my cheek, but I was not sure. I let her precede me out. That dress swished and swayed as did her hips. It bounced as she did.
It seemed like Friday would never come. I was busy all week until Friday afternoon. Then suddenly, it seemed I had nothing to do at all. The hours dragged until it was time for me to go home and get ready for our dinner.
I took a long bath, luxuriating in the water until it was lukewarm. I shaved my legs, trimmed a bit higher up and then washed my hair in the shower to wash the week's worries away. I dried my hair, leaving it down, and put on just a hint of make-up, then padded around and poked through my closet. What would be just the right thing to wear? I could show up in nothing at all and remove any of the suspense, but it might make getting from my car to her door awkward. I laughed at the very thought of it. I settled on a grape sari and white blouse, something a little sheer to wear over a black lacy bra. My panties matched. As if anyone was going to see them.
On the way to her place, I stopped and got a bottle of whisky from an old ex-service man near my house. Rithika had told me she would be making something light, so I chose two bottles of KF beer since we will have a choice to make when it comes to the drink. The old man smiled wickedly at me & seemed impressed with how I looked, it seemed. He was very anxious to help with my stocks to the car.
And then I was parking in front of her rented house in Marriyappa Nagar. I found it hard to get out. I sat behind the wheel again, thinking this was just a nice dinner between professional colleagues. That was all it was. Two friends with common interests in their careers and futures. Finally, I got out, carefully holding the bottles of beer & whisky and suddenly thinking that two bottles was far too much. Her place was on the second floor, away from the road and overlooking a green paddy field in the back. It took me moment or two get on to the second floor. Malathi, it’s very bad you are horny enough to rush up the steps challenging your age.
I rang the bell and waited, trying to find a way to carry these bottles and look nonchalant and airy. It took her a minute to answer the door as she had been in the kitchen. Her hair was pulled back and her pretty face was a little flushed from her cooking, but she looked so adorable. Once again, she wore a sleeveless salwar top, but this one was a very low cut and the top button was undone. Below it she wore a inskirt or a petticoat as it was called, quiet short to show off her long legs. She was barefoot. In a moment, she was ushering me in and hugging me again, molding her body to mine in a friendly greeting that lasted a bit longer than friendship. I could not hug her back as I had bottles in either of my hand. It was all her, pulling me to her, pressing her softness to mine.
Rithika laughed and welcomed me in, taking the bottles and scurrying away to the kitchen to put it in the fridge. I followed, asking her if I could help in any way, so she handed me a KF bottle and began to dig around for an opener in one of her drawers. She reached up to hold her hair back as she did, leaning over, and her top gaped from below. Without meaning to, I saw up under it to her breasts hanging down as she bent to find the bottle opener. I tore my eyes away just in time as she came up with the Spanish knife and handed it to me. Our fingers brushed together for an instant, then she turned away to get down two glasses from the cabinet. Her little skirt stretched over her bottom as she reached up for them. Was there nothing this girl could do that didn't flaunt her body to me?
"Dinner will be ready in about 15 minutes," she purred. "Let's take our beer out on the balcony." Setting a timer on the microwave oven, she turned and led the way.
I poured two glasses and carried them both as I followed her out. Barefoot, she moved with a steady easy & grace. Often, I have noticed, tall girls develop a kind of hunched posture as if they were trying to make themselves seem shorter, but Rithika walked with her shoulders back and in light steps.
She leaned over the rail and inhaled deeply of the evening air. Turning to me again, she took her glass of KF and sat in one of the two cushioned chairs on the balcony. I took the other and relaxed back. This was nice. Just two friends having beer in the fine evening air. She asked about my week and it gave us something to talk about as dinner cooked. She got up once to refill our glasses. When the timer rang, she sprang up again and rolled with that hip-swaying easy gait of hers back to the kitchen, telling me to stay where I was. In a moment she was back with two little light weight wooden stools that she set next to our chairs. She set them quickly, and then moved off to bring our meal.
When she returned, another of the buttons of her blouse seemed to have come undone. So had her hair. It lay beautifully over her shoulders and over her breasts. She smiled, her back arched as she carried our plates. She set one down on my table, then slipped back into her own chair and set down her plate.
Dinner was delicious, a mixture of rice and chicken with little vegetables and light seasonings called popularly as chicken briyani. She had to rise again to get the second bottle of KF and I was startled to realize we had finished one already even before dinner was finished. We talked of her week during dinner, just the little things she had done, with me asking questions here and there. She was enjoying her studies and thought she was learning a lot.
When we finished eating, she quickly cleaned up the dishes and asked me if I thought we should open the whisky. I was feeling a little giddy already, but I took a small messure with plain water when she offered it to me and poured herself the same quantity. We took them out to the balcony again. Once more she stood leaning against the rail, her whisky in her left hand and her right, the one closest to me, clutching the rail. I moved to stand next to her, letting my fingers brush lightly over hers. She turned her hand immediately, taking mine in hers as we both looked out into the star studded sky. Neither of us spoke for a time as we watched the stars shining magnificently and held hands and sipped our whisky. I waited for her, she waited for me.
Finally, I raised her hand to my lips and kissed her fingers softly. We both had to turn so I could, and our bodies moved within inches of each other. Rithika seemed intent on watching my lips touch her fingers, but she was breathing deeply. I kissed up her arm, light, dry kisses on her inner arm. She held it up for me. I kissed higher, along the lines of her upper arm, to the edge of her salwar top. Rithika was taller than me, but I was still wearing my platform heels and that made us close to the same height. I kissed over her shoulder, still holding her arm as she held it up for me to adore. Then my lips were on that delicate, slender neck, my nose brushing her hair away, my lips nipping at her skin, my tongue moving over her.
Rithika was murmuring softly, little sounds of happiness as she arched her neck, the movement bringing her body into mine, her soft breasts falling to mine. Her arm then went around me and she paused to set down her whisky. Then I was in her arms and we were kissing. Sweet, soft kisses, exploring one another's lips, mouths, tongues. I set my whisky down too and put my arms around her. I held her to me and just enjoyed being in her arms.
Neither of us wanted to be the first to let go, so we stayed like that for a very long time. Finally, I reached back to take her hand and moved away, breathing deeply.
"Rithika," I started, not sure what to say. I wanted to tell her that I wanted her desperately. She kissed me again, as if she didn't know what to say either. This time, she kissed my face, my neck and shoulders.
"Malathi, Mam," she whispered, "I want you so much." I moved to her, in her arms, letting her kiss me, caress me. It felt so wonderful to be touched by her. With a deep breath, she moved away, taking my hand in hers and leading me to her bedroom. Our bodies were in close contact the entire way, we paused to kiss, Rithika turning to press to me again, then away to lead me on. Her bed was suddenly before us, and she let go of me long enough to draw back the covers, then we sank to it, lying gently on the cool surface, still holding one another and kissing once again.
I had to be bold. We had come down with me on top of her, resting over her body. I drew back, resting on one arm, lolling to one side, still pressed to her. I reached for her, moving to unbutton her blouse. Rithika arched her back, offering herself, making it easier. My fingers pushed away the material and I lowered my lips to kiss the tops of her breasts over her thin bra. I could see the outline of her nipples through it. It was sexy and sheer and I knew she had worn it for me. Reaching around her back, I unclasped it and drew it from her body, finally exposing her to me. Finally, after all those sweet fantasies, the very woman herself was in my arms. I lowered my lips to her stiff nipples, kissing one & then the other, literally worshipping her.
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