This is my first sexual experience with another girl. It happened in the summer of 97. I was married for just one year and was leading a normal sexual life, fully content with my hubby... the sex with him was a bliss, may be because I have been brought up in such a conventional life style. We have tried almost all the positions, including anal and oral sex, and my hubby satisfied me fully.
All in all, I felt (and still feel) very lucky to have him as my life partner. But, things suddenly took a turn, and I have been lured into the bi-sexual world by this event. I had to go to Bangalore (in India) to attend an official Seminar, which was scheduled to last for a whole week. And I had to go alone, without my hubby... and it was the first time after my marriage with him that we are separated for such a LONG time. I was hesitant to attend the Seminar; unfortunately, I had to go because it was an important one, which could help me in getting a promotion soon. With much persuasion from my hubby, I left for Bangalore. I reached Bangalore on a Monday morning, and got registered on the first day at the Seminar site. It was just the introduction about the topics of the Seminar and getting to know the participants. There was this girl from an organisation in Maharashtra who was also a participant at the Seminar. Her name is Madhulika Sharma (Madhu for short), 26 years old, with a pretty face, and a gorgeous body.
She stood almost my height of 5'11," with a 36© -24-36 figure, very fair, with long legs, and black hair, cut to shoulder length. She was unmarried, but not a virgin (I later learnt from her). I think, I was destined to share the accommodation with Madhu at the Hotel. I had no problem to share the accommodation since there were a few girls attending the Seminar, and I welcomed this proposition to share the accommodation with girl instead of with another unknown man! Madhu was quite charming and very friendly, and she was always with me, just comforting me whenever I felt a little nervous. She had attended quite a few Seminars before, and for me, it was the first one. So, she helped me with the formalities and gave me some tips on taking notes that are relevant and essential. The pre-lunch session went off well and we all headed to lunch, a buffet one at that. She asked me, almost in a whisper, whether I drink alcohol or beer. I was surprised at her question, and answered in the negative; and, told her, I had tasted beer in a few occasional parties when I accompanied my hubby but never had any hot liquor. She did ask me about smoking and for this I answered in affirmative, because whenever I took beer, I smoked at least two cigarettes before finishing of the mug of beer! She just smiled and told me that she occasionally drinks beer and liquor, and was also a party smoker.
After lunch, and after the post-lunch session, we returned to our hotel room. The room was quite cosy with neatly furnished double bed, with air-conditioning, television, VCR, and a telephone. The bathroom and the toilet were 'Glamourooms' as they advertise in the Parryware ads. This was the first time that I stayed in an expensive hotel, without my hubby! Madhu asked me whether I would like to go to the restaurant for dinner or should we order room service; and, suggested that it would be better to have dinner in the room, possibly after gulping a mug or two of good beer. I thought for a while, and wanted to have the thrill of doing so... and I accepted her proposal. (I later thought and wondered, how meticulously she had pre-planned the whole arrangement... yes, she would eventually turn out to be an able Administrator!) With a wicked smile on her lips, she approached the cupboard and showed me four bottles of beer, ready to be chilled in the fridge. She sought for my help in storing them in the freezer and all the four took shelter accordingly. She next switched on the TV and some lousy cartoon was running on... promptly she switched channels, surfing one by one, and at lasted on a music channel where a hot favourite Hindi number, with scintillating dance movements, was showing. She commented sarcastically about the dancers' erotic movements and told that the performers are just making love with their clothes on... and I was taken aback at her straightforward comment.
I was watching the song intently when she told me that she wanted to freshen up and proceeded to the bathroom to take a shower. I told her that I too would like to have a shower and asked her to finish soon. She slowly walked towards me and asked me, keeping her hands on my shoulder, with a wink, whether I wanted to shower along with her. I blushed and told her to cut such naughty thoughts and pushed her towards the bathroom... and she giggled and told me that it would be a real feast to see me in the shower. I smiled, modestly accepted her compliments and told her, so would be for anyone to see her too!
She freed herself from my clutches and took out a nice pair of sexy, deep red bra and panties, and a flimsy nightgown, placed them on the cot, and walked toward the bathroom with just a fluffy towel on her shoulder; and, I resumed to the TV where another similar song with similar exotic and erotic movements was now showing. I retrieved a film-magazine and started to glance through it.
I heard the water hissing through the shower, and Madhu started humming a melodious tune. I was somehow intrigued by her unexpected comment on seeing me in the shower, and I was just getting turned on about the idea... My hubby many a times insisted that he be allowed to watch me when I bathe. I always felt very happy and privileged to let him do so... and to even fondle me and make love to me in the shower. But, never had I watched a pretty girl (like Madhu) bathe. I was strongly tempted to just peep into the bathroom to watch her bathing, but somehow, I controlled myself and started preparing for my bath. I retrieved my undies from my travel bag and a night suit (a cotton salwar kameez), and waited for Madhu to return.
I heard the bathroom door open and came out Madhu, covered herself in that large terry towel, knotted at her bosom. The fragrance of the soap lingered in the room... I deeply inhaled the fragrance emanating from her body, and walked past her with all the clothes I had taken out of my travel case and headed to the shower.
When I was bathing, I was very much alert and kept an eye on the door of the bathroom whether Madhu was spying on me while I bathe (in fact, I was in a way expecting her to do so... ) and a little while later I emerged out of the shower and dried myself with the towel and changed into the undies and the nightsuit (in fact it was a long cotton gown running up to my ankles) and returned to the living room.
Madhu was still covered in the towel and watching the cable channel (where some adult movie in English with a romantic scene was on) and was deeply engross in it... (may be, acted like that, later I found out). I went to the mirror to adjust my hairdo... and was shocked to notice in the mirror that Madhu's hands were busy massaging her breasts, intently watching the movie... and I blushed seeing her involved in self-play. When I took an abrupt turn, the hair oil can fell down from the dressing table with a loud noise and she was transported back to the present [from her (some) enacted fantasy]... and seemed to blush from being caught playing with herself. I too was a bit embarrassed and slowly asked her why she had changed to her night clothes...
She winked and told me that she wanted me to watch while she changed, and waited for my response. I was now really turned on and really wanted to see her without the clothes but was too modest to accept that I wanted to... and she persuaded me and told me to get her the undies and the nightgown. I slowly walked near the clothes and fetched them to her... Her clothes really were so soft (like her) and sensuous. When she took the clothes from me, I felt her hands brush slightly against mine, even holding them for a longer while than required, and she removed the knot which kept the towel firm against her bosom, to reveal her pretty, firm, flesh globes. Her tits were very firm and nipples stood out like two cherry fruits on a cake! She asked me to assist her to wear the bra which I readily obliged; but in my nervousness, I failed to hide my eagerness, which I am sure (even now) she would have noticed (and she had... !). She slowly removed the towel from her lap, and her pussy came to my view! She had a perfect flat stomach, with a cute bellybutton, nicely trimmed pubic hair, and her cunt lips lined with dark, curly, soft silk like hair. My eyes bulged on seeing her sweet pussy and my mind, automatically started to compare it with mine. Though I kept my pussy clean-shaven, hers was better than mine (at least I felt so... ) and I wanted to touch it and feel it in my hands. This was the first time that I saw a full grown pussy (other than mine) and I was trembling... I was not sure whether it was right or wrong to have such a feeling and my mind was troubled. Madhu seemed to enjoy all the commotion in my mind and slowly got and stood before me, with the bra just hanging on her shoulder unfastened at the back. With a sexy smile and an evil wink, she grabbed the panties and started putting in on her and turned her back to me to help her fasten the bra clasp.
I was in no mood to let her dress up and I was turned on heavily, with my pussy lips trembling and my nipples hardened and stood out, straining to be freed from the lacy confines of the bra. I missed my hubby so badly that I needed someone to pay attention to the aching tits and the trembling pussy...
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