Date: Fri, 22 Aug 2003 12:38:41 -0700 (PDT)
From: pk ok <pkxx1969@yahoo.com>
Subject: Wonderful lesbian experience in india

Before even starting, for those of you who are not familiar with the outfit
of Indian women, let me give an idea. To cover up the bottom they wear
panties and over that something called PAVADAI , which is like a long skirt
and over that a saree.  To cover up the top they wear a jacket over the
bra.

This is a True incident. I was around 29 when this incident happened. I was
working as a Lady tailor in a small town in india. Front room of my house
is the shop. My family was running on my salary after my father's death. No
one seem to be interested in marrying me, because of our poorincome. My
neighbour was a middle class family. And they had 4 daughters. this girl
neela is the last but one. and already 24 years old. the eldest one is
around 32 and none of them got married. neela used to come to my shop
regularly during day times and spend time with me. I also needed to talk to
someone while i am stitching clothes, so i encouraged her visits. I must
say that she had a good figure. when she comes with sarees, she used to
look beautiful. she had a beautiful tummy and a naval, which sometimes show
up when she adjusted her saree lines. And she had beautiful breast size,
must be relatively bigger than mine and also exactly matching other parts
of her body, which made her look beautiful. Though all these are a feast to
eyes, i hv never thought about her in a different way until that day.

On that day for some reason, myself not being married and not touched by
anybody, i was feeling more horny and that was overpowering my thoughts and
raising waves inside me. as usual around 10:00 in the morning, neela came
to my shop. She was wearing a eautiful saree, and from the side view i
could see her pointing beauties. my mind was oscilating and was trying to
find a way to have her doing my fantasies fulfilled. But how to start?
finally, it came to my mind that only way to have her is to lit the fire
inside her too.  And also it was clear to me in mind that it would take
another few more weeks to get things done from her.  To temporarily put
down my heat, I put my left hand into the saree and released the pavadai
. then I put my too hands under the skirt and pulled down the panties to my
knee. I could feel the heat.  I took the water from the mud pot and rolled
down a few drops on my pussy. Then slowly entered my two fingers into my
pussy and did the in and out motion. As I increased the pace , I could
smell mine and feel a tasty liquid in my hand. At the same time I let my
right hand get into my bra and pinched a nipple and pressed them hard. It
took some time for me to come back to my senses and return from my
heaven. I tasted my juices, though not the first time, it tasted better.  I
adjusted my dresses and got back to my stitching work.

From the next day, as a first step of my seduction, I started talking to
neela about the body features of my customers. I started describing the
sizes and the way their buttocks moved when they walked, the different kind
of navels, the depth of their valleys.  Initially neela was not comfortable
with all these but slowly she started looking at woman and sharing
comments.  As a second step of seduction, I started involving her in
measureing ladies for their jacket. Generally they come with a sample
jacket., but I said the measurement would be better to stitch jacket with
latest style and we both started enjoying it.  This went on for a few
weeks.

By now, we were very comfortable with each other in discussing these
issues, basically to involve in dirty talk.  As a third step in seduction ,
I started to talk about the husbands of those customers and how good each
one could be to satisfy those married beauties.  She also started talking
about different guys and different ways. I was not particular about how
good her judgements are. My main aim was to let these idea of SEX occupy
her mind most of the time.  I always encouraged her in her views and said
that you are good at judgements.

Then I decided one Monday as my day for getting all my dreams fulfilled.
It was not a very bright day. It was not rainy too.  I was not wearing my
bra and only wearing the jacket. I could feel my breasts moving and
dangling when I move around. I was not wearing my panties. I changed the
position of my tailoring machine to a corner , so that she would see my
hanging balls from the place she regularly sits. I loosened my saree sides.
I have hiked my saree and pavadai a little high so that she can see more of
my legs. I had kept a mirror on the wall to catch her glimpse.

As usual neela entered my shop room.  I welcomed her with out turning my
face. She asked me about the change of tailoring maching. I said, I just I
am going to buy a dress stand and keep it in the middle of the room, so I
shifted my machine to the side.  She sat on the place she usally does and
started chatting. But I could see her from the mirror that she is feasting
on my body. Quite often her eyes traveled from my body to my legs. I asked
her whether she can do some hand stitching for me. She said ok and came to
the machine drawer to pick the thread and needle. She went and closed the
door and came with her chair and sat close by and started hand stitching.
Now I could not see her. 10 to 15 minutes went that way. I could see from
my corner of the eye that she is sitting uncomfortably and something is
bothering her. This went on for a few minutes. Casually I adjusted my dress
to show my hip more now.  After a few minutes, she kept the dress on the
floor and kneeled down near myself at my back. She put her right hand on my
tummy and searching for my navel. I stopped stitching, and let her
search. I did not see her. Probably she got encouraged by my stopping, she
advanced to my front down over the dress.  I really thought that she must
have dreamt about me many times. She did not have any shivering or
hesitation. Probably she was waiting for this for a long time. She slowly
released my pavadai to find more room for her hand to get to my
treasure. She advanced her hand to my lines and travelled her fingers few
times up and down.  I was slowly losing my grip. I widened my thighs to
make more room for her to freely move. Her other hand went through the
bottom of my jacket and slowly caressed one of my nipple.. I closed my eyes
and waiting for her to feast me. She slowly kissed my hip and moved my
chair to face her.  I kept my eyes closed. She got me up and slowly
disrobed my saree.  I opened my eyes to see her already have removed her
saree. She had loosened her jacket and bra. I could see her panties down on
the floor. I took my eyes to meet her. She had not removed her pavadai. She
knelt down and brought down my pavadai, and kissed on my pussy.  She slowly
made myself sit on the chair. She moved my thighs apart and put her nose on
the clit. She then raised her head and looked at me.  That said she wants
my reactions. I guided her to the floor. I Kissed her deeply. I put my
mouth on one of those pointing beauties and sucked for few minutes. She was
running her finger over my pussy, catching my pussy hair. At times she
pressed the lower part of my pussy with her thumb.  She again put her nose
in my pussy and inhaled. And she she changed her position to 69.  I put my
nose in her and smelled.  It was a fragrance which was stimulating my whole
body. I used my tongue to separate each layers and taste it.  She was
moaning and at the same time vigorously licking my pussy.  Then she
inserted two fingers and started sliding in and out. She rhythematically
increased the pace and I moved my butt to get the full length of her
fingers and get maximum pleasure out of it. Then I straightened my toes and
came out with the best orgasm. She tasted me. And she came up and sat on my
face and started grinding her pussy on my face. I wasted to do best to
her. I slowly brought down her and inserted my fingers and searched for her
inner mound. Once I got it , I slowly pressed it. She moaned and said some
more. I put my three fingers and fucked her very fast. After a while she
was moving very fast and tightened all her nerves and came out with the
beautiful juice. I tasted them and let her taste her own juice by licking
my fingers.

We felt completely satisfied. We did not have any guilty feelings. We felt
almost like we are married.  After that day, we enjoyed each other in many
ways.  We were having a completely free expression on sex.  An year went
this way, my mother found me a husband who was a data entry operator at
that time of marriage. Slowly he learnt few languages and got a job in US.
Now we are in California.  I still miss my neela sometimes.