Hello all, I am Rajini from Mumbai and married. I am 36 years old and working in a corporate company. I wanted to share my first lesbian experience with you all that happened four years back.
I was loyal and never had an affair. Even my husband is so loyal, and we love each other. Things have changed after my maternity leave. During those times, I was addicted to watching web series that featured stories of Lesbian and Bisexual.
At the time, I didn’t think much of it and watched the show. But at night, I fucked up with my hubby. I love to get fucked by him, and there were no symptoms of lesbianism inside my mind. I joined the company after my maternity leave.
The office staff was changed. I need to work with Nomita. She is twelve years older than I am. Her body stats are 36D, 34 and 36. She is heavy. Nomita was elegant and sharp. She is cunning and smiles with lust on her face.
Since we both lived on the same street, we began travelling to and from together on the Local train. One evening, we were late due to work. It was 7:00 PM, the peak of the Mumbai rush hour.
The Local platform was a sea of people. When the train arrived, Nomita took charge. Her hand firm on my arm, she guided me into the crowded ladies’ coach. Inside, the heat was intense, and the space was nonexistent. Women stood shoulder to shoulder in the coach.
We were both pushed into a corner of the coach and facing each other. Nomita was looking deeply into my eyes. Suddenly, the train stopped hard and with that, I fell on Nomita. My boobs pressed tight against Nomita’s boobs. I looked up to apologise, but Nomita didn’t move away.
She looked back at me with a cunning flash in my eyes. As the train rattled and swayed, the pressure grew harder and harder. I was feeling something new and was unable to look in my eyes. As the train picks up speed, the noise of the tracks drowns out everything else.
Nomita noticed my tense face. She took the opportunity of my position and wrapped her arms around my waist. I was surprised by her actions. To anyone else, it looked like two friends holding onto each other in the rush. But I felt the heat of Nomita’s body immediately.
Nomita’s hands moved slowly down to my back. Her fingers gripped my waist.
And then slid lower to my hips in a rush. Local. She pulled me even closer. She was forcing my boobs to grind together. I gasped, and my heartbeat was high. I felt Nomita’s boobs rubbing softly against my boobs.
Oh! My nipples were erect, and she continued to rub them. My heartbeat was high. I looked up with wide, tensed eyes, shocked by how bold Nomita was being in public. Nomita didn’t look away. She stared directly into my eyes with a dark and hungry expression.
While the crowd pushed and shoved around us, Nomita’s hand moved down further. She put her palm directly on my pussy over the trousers. The touch was heavy and intentional by her. Nomita began to rub my pussy slowly over my pants. Her fingers explored the warmth there over my trousers.
I was terrified that someone would notice. But Nomita leaned in. Her lips almost touched my ear, while her hand continued to move rhythmically on my pussy over my pants. My legs felt weak from the combination of the vibrating train and Nomita’s daring touch.
She pushed me into a state of deep and confused desire. I wanted to pull her away. But the pleasure was starting to overshadow my fear. The train shook again. Nomita used the movement to press her hand even harder against my Pussy. She started to move her fingers slowly.
After that, she moved her fingers in a circular motion and crushed the trousers. My breath came in short, sharp breaths. I was becoming wet. The moisture was soaking into my underwear as Nomita’s touch became firmer and dirtier.
Nomita leaned forward until her forehead touched mine.
Her eyes were never leaving me. She slowly moved her fingers a little bit upward. I was nervous, and it’s a packed ladies’ coach. Nomita is taking full advantage of me. Her fingers moved towards my pants zip. She unzipped a pant zip in the busy local. I was not saying anything to her.
She was sliding her middle finger inside the zip and touched my panties. I was shocked but just enough to feel the heat of my skin. She began to move her finger over my panties. Oh! She is bold, and her expert touch makes me shiver. My head fell back with a soft moan.
My moans were luckily lost in the screeching of the wheels. “You like this, don’t you, Rajini?” Nomita whispered, her voice dripping with a wicked confidence. She didn’t wait for an answer. She used her other hand to squeeze my boobs hard.
She rolled my nipple between her thumb and forefinger over my shirt. The double sensation of my nipple being pinched and my pussy being rubbed in the middle of a crowded train made my knees buckle. I had to cling to Nomita’s shoulders to stay upright.
The pleasure was overwhelming. A dirty, public thrill that I had never even dreamed of. Finally, she stopped rubbing me with a lustful smile. I look around and no one has looked at us. And our destination arrived.
The night air on the platform felt strange on my body, especially with the heavy, damp sensation between my legs. I walked home and barely said goodbye to Nomita. The moment I stepped inside my house, I hurried to the bathroom and pulled off my trousers.
I was breathing heavily and removed my pants. Oh! My 29-size underwear was drenched. I was shocked by what Nomita had done to my panties. I quickly cleaned myself. But the feeling of Nomita’s finger and her gaze was disturbing.
At night, I could not sleep.
I imagined Nomita’s hungry gaze and the way she had looked so calm while doing such dirty things to me in public. I covered myself with the bedsheet. I put my middle finger on the pussy. I was moving my finger slowly and imagining Nomita touching my underwear.
Slowly, I started to rub my pussy faster. Uff! I couldn’t control it and removed my underwear. I was thinking about her cunning smile and pushed my middle finger deeper in my cunt. The more I thought about her, the more my body ached for me. It was a nightmare with a new kind of hunger.
I did not sleep that night and was tossing and turning on the bed. The next morning, I reached the office a little earlier than her. I avoid eye contact with her. Later in the afternoon, the office was quiet as most people had gone for lunch. Nomita walked to my desk. She sat on the edge of the desk.
“You were very quiet this morning, Rajini,” Nomita said, her voice dropping to a low. I did not respond to her. Then he asked me, “Tell me, were you thinking about me last night? Did you touch your pussy while your husband was sleeping next to you?”
My hands were trembling over her keyboard. “I… I couldn’t sleep,” I whispered.
Nomita leaned closer. Her eyes were dark and hungry. “I bet you were soaking wet again. Did you imagine my tongue on your pussy? Did you wonder how it would feel if I didn’t stop at just my fingers?”
She reached out and slowly traced a finger on my jawline. “Tell me the truth, Rajini. Do you like it better when I am dirty with you? I was feeling nervous.
And she asked me, “Do you want to know what it’s like to have a woman really explore your body in ways your husband never could?”
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The bluntness of the questions made my head spin. The dirty talk in the middle of the workplace was making me more aroused. Staff started to come to the desk after the lunch break, and Nomita left my desk. The evening train was even more suffocating than the day before.
But this time, Rajini didn’t try to find space. She stood as close to Nomita as possible, her body already humming with a nervous, dirty energy. The train car was a sea of sweaty bodies and loud chatter. But Nomita leaned in close. Her lips were practically grazing my ear.
She bit my ear and said, “I can feel you trembling. Is your pussy still thumping from the questions I asked you today? Are you imagining what my bedroom looks like?” My face was on fire. She didn’t pull away. The taboo of the conversation in such a public place made my pulse race.
Nomita’s hand found my waist. Her thumb was digging into the flesh. Nomita continued her dirty words in my ears, “I have all the toys and oils I need to make you scream. I want to see you naked, Rajini. I want to spread your legs. I want to see how much of a mess you are for me. I want to taste every bit of you until you are begging for more.”
I looked at Nomita’s eyes. Nomita’s hand moved to my private area. She squeezed hard through my clothes. “Come to my flat tomorrow morning,” Nomita commanded. “I’m going to make you feel a hundred times dirtier.” I nodded weakly.
My mind filled with images of Nomita’s mouth on her. That night, my husband removed my clothes. But for the first time, I felt nothing for him. My body was still humming from the vibration of the train and the memory of Nomita’s voice.
I made an excuse for the first time in my life.
I was pretending to be tired from the baby and the long commute. He slept but I did not get any sleep. At 1:00 AM, my phone buzzed. The revealing message from Nomita: “Are you thinking about the way I squeezed you on the train, or are you pretending to be a good wife?”
My heart was hammered. I typed back with shaking fingers as No. And for the next hour, we both exchanged words that made my skin flush in the dark. Nomita described in graphic detail exactly what she was going to do to my body.
How she would strip me naked and taste my wetness. How she uses her tongue and toys until I forgot my own name. I agreed to meet her the next morning.
The next morning, I dressed in formal office wear to avoid suspicion. I kissed my husband and left the house. I was nervous when I reached Nomita’s house.
My heartbeat was playing in my ears as I stood outside Nomita’s door. When the door opened, Nomita was already dressed in a loose robe that showed the deep curve of her cleavage. She didn’t say a word. She grabbed the collar of the blouse and pulled it inside. She locked the door with a loud, final click.
She pushed me against the door, and her hand moved with speed. She found me soaking wet and nervous. She leaned in, and her lips kissed my neck. She began to unbutton my shirt with her teeth. The scent of her perfume and the heat of her skin made my knees buckle.
I was no longer the quiet wife or the corporate professional. I was completely under Nomita’s control. Ready for the dirty, intense experience since the first touch on the Mumbai local. Nomita said to me, “I love how much of a slut I’ve turned you into in just two days.”
She moved to the bedroom. Her hand slides down from my waist to grab a firm handful of my butt. She squeezed it hard. Nomita pushed me back onto the bed. Nomita stood over me. And letting her robe slip open to reveal her naked, mature body.
“Take them off,” Nomita commanded. “I want to see exactly how much you’ve been leaking for me.” She climbed onto the bed, with a leg on each side of my lap. She reached my bra. She was pulling out my boobs and massaging them roughly. She bit my nipple hard. She was making me cry out and arch my back.
“Your husband doesn’t do it like this, does he?” Nomita whispered. Her hand was diving into my panties. She shoved two fingers deep into my dripping wet pussy. I was making a loud, crushing sound that filled the quiet room. Nomita’s touch was dirty and relentless.
She began to finger with a fast and punishing rhythm. Her other hand reached for a bottle of oil on the nightstand. She poured the warm liquid over my stomach and let it slide down into my pubic hair. “I’m going to eat you until you can’t walk,” Nomita shouted at me.
Her face was moving down between my legs. She pulled the panties aside and buried her face. Her tongue was flicking my clit with a dirty and wet intensity.
I screamed into the pillow. My body was shaking violently as Nomita’s face became covered in my juices.
It was the most shameful, erotic, and intense feeling I had ever known. And I never wanted it to end. Nomita pulled back for a second, her face shining with my juices. She looked up with a cunning grin. I was enjoying the sight of my heaving boobs and messy hair.
“You’re such a wet little mess, Rajini,” she whispered. “But I’m not done playing with you yet.” Nomita reached for a drawer in her nightstand and pulled out a long, realistic dildo. Fuck! My eyes went wide. I was not sure how she kept such a big dildo at her home.
Nomita coated the toy in thick, slick lubricant and held it against my lips. “Kiss it,” Nomita commanded. “Show me how much you want it.” When I obeyed, Nomita didn’t wait. She pushed my legs back until her knees were nearly touching my shoulders.
Nomita knelt between her thighs and started to slide the toy into my dripping hole. I let out a loud, dirty moan as I felt being stretched wide. Nomita began to pump the toy in and out with a fast, brutal rhythm, her other hand reaching up to pinch my nipples hard.
“Does your husband fuck you like this?” Nomita asked me. The slapping sound of the skin meeting fills the room. “Does he make your pussy feel like it’s on fire?”
I don’t even answer. I could only sob with pleasure as Nomita’s fingers joined the toy, stretching my hole even further. Nomita leaned down and began to talk dirty, describing exactly how she was going to make me come. The friction and the dirty words pushed me over the edge.
I screamed Nomita’s name. My body was shaking in a long, violent release. Nomita didn’t stop, pushing even harder until I was completely sobbing with pure, erotic exhaustion. While I was still shaking from my climax, all of a sudden Nomita pulled the toy out with a wet pop and sat back on her heels.
Her naked body was glowing in the dim light of the bedroom. “Don’t get lazy on me now,” Nomita whispered, her voice sharp and commanding. “I have spent all morning making you scream. Get down there and use that mouth of yours.” I felt nervous.
But the sight of Nomita’s wet, open heart was too much to resist. I crawled between Nomita’s thighs. As I reached out to touch her, Nomita slapped my hand away.
“No,” Nomita said. “Before you touch me, I want to hear it. Talk to me, Rajini. Tell me what a dirty girl you’ve become. Tell me what you want to do to your senior colleague while your husband thinks you’re at your desk.”
My voice trembled. “I… I want to taste you, Nomita. I have been thinking about your pussy since the train ride. I want to lick your pussy until you are as wet as I am.”
Nomita provoked. “Tell me how much better this is than your boring marriage.”
“This is so much dirtier. I want to be your slut. I want to eat you until you can’t stand up. I want to smell my own juices on your skin while I fuck you with my tongue.”
Nomita let out a low, needy moan and grabbed the back of my head. She pushed my face between her legs. I didn’t hold back. I buried my face in Nomita’s bush. My tongue lashed out to find the swollen clit that I had been dreaming about.
I used my fingers to stretch Nomita wide, imitating the fast, dirty rhythm Nomita had used on me. The room was filled with the sounds of wet licking. Nomita arched her back, her fingers digging into my scalp. Nomita’s hips were jerking in a desperate and perfect motion.
She finally exploded in a loud, screaming climax that left both drenched and breathless on the bed. Nomita grabbed a bottle of scented oil and poured it on my boobs and stomach. She climbed on top of me. Nomita began to grind my pussy with a brutal, relentless pace.
Because we were both so wet and oiled, the sensation was a thousand times more intense than the train. “You’re a mother, a wife, and here you are, acting like a hungry animal for another woman. Tell me you love being my dirty little secret.”
“I love it!” I cried out. My head is tossing back. “I want you to ruin me, Nomita! Fuck me harder!”
Nomita reached down. She guided the large dildo back into my cunt. She began to thrust with a wild and animalistic energy. The room was a symphony of heavy breaths, wet thuds, and the raw smell of sex. My legs wrapped around Nomita’s waist, locking her in, desperate for more.
We moved together in a desperate, dirty dance of lust until the world turned white. My body stiffened. My internal muscles pulsing violently around the toy as I screamed in a long, shattering climax. Seconds later, Nomita followed, her body collapsing onto mine.
We were both drenched in sweat, oil, and tired. We both lay there for a long time. The transition from the crowded Mumbai local to the absolute intimacy of the bed was complete. I stood in front of the large mirror in Nomita’s bedroom. My breath was still shaky.
Nomita reached out to me and bit me. It was a deep and dark bruise on the sides of my neck. It was a mark of ownership. A dirty reminder of the hours spent screaming and grinding against each other. Then we both had a shower and dressed ourselves.
The silk of my blouse feels sensitive against my skin. Every movement made me feel soreness between my legs. A heavy, throbbing ache that reminded me of the dildo and Nomita’s relentless tongue. I felt like a different woman than the one who had left home that morning.
I was carrying the scent of another woman’s sex on my skin, hidden beneath her perfume. When I finally reached the house, my husband was already home. He was playing with the baby. “You look exhausted, Rajini,” he said, “Was the workload that bad today?”
“Yes,” I managed to say. I quickly turned my head, adjusting my hair to hide the mark on my neck. “It was… intense. I need a long shower.”
As I stood under the warm water, I closed my eyes. I still feel Nomita’s hands gripping my hips and hear the dirty words whispered in the room. I just love the way she fucked me and tasted my pussy.
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