This a true story. Names for obvious reasons will be hidden, rest of the details: age, locations are not fictional. It all happened in the monsoon of 2012 in Mumbai, the rains were delayed and the city was dry, but at the end of August things changed and my crotch was always moist.
My name is Anna, I'm 5'7" and around 54kg, my skin tone is light, but I'm not white like the girls in the fairness cream ads. My measurements are 34D-22-24, obviously my tits get all the attention, but I wish I had a fuller ass. I'm 20 years old and have just graduated, I'm jobless and horny, very horny.
Before we begin a little history so you get to know me better. I lost my virginity at age 16 it was a wonderful experience and I had an amazing boyfriend at that time. In the past 4 years I've had two boyfriends, and have been very sexually active. At the end of college I caught my boyfriend with another girl he said he was drunk but I didn't care and dumped him. I have not had sex ever since, and my fingers are not enough to satisfy my appetite.
I lived my entire life in a standalone seven storied building in one of the nicer societies in Lokhandwala, Andheri, whose residents usually keep to themselves. I'm a single child and my father's brat, have a few friends but keep to myself mostly.
In August Sara and Asif, a newly married couple rented the flat above my ground floor apartment. I watched them moving in they had very little furniture and it did not take them long. In the evening, as a gesture of good will my mother sent me over with some cake to welcome them.
Asif opened the door I introduced myself and offered the cake, "Sorry I cannot accept food we have kept a rosa," he said curtly. I told him he could eat the cake after sundown, he then told me to keep it on the table, as I passed by the passage I saw Sara, or rater I only saw her eyes she was covered with a burkha. I left the house and desperately controlling the urge to smash the cake in his face.
We didn't cross paths for a week, but each night I could hear a girl sobbing above my bed room window. Evil images passed in my mind, and I was already prejudiced against Asif. I never heard them arguing or any sign of a fight but I knew the marriage was not a happy one. Then one Monday morning after exercising on the building terrace I was walking down the steps, as I passed by the first floor Sara opened the door, "Excuse me, Anna can we talk?" she asked.
She apologized for her husband's behavior saying he was a devout Muslim and was a strict follower of Ramzaan. She spoke fluent English unlike her husband it came very naturally to her, she invited me in for tea. "But isn't ramzaan still on?" I asked. "But you are not fasting, and the least I could do is offer you a cup of tea," she answered. She told me Asif had left last night on a business trip to Dubai and would be away for a week.
We spoke for over four hours, Sara was only 19 and her birthday was only a few days after my own (we are both Pisceans). She told me that her marriage was arranged and was more like a business deal between her father and her husband, she also told me that her husband was gay and was only using her as a cover up.
On her wedding night he fucked her violently and told her that was all the sex she would get, she was actually happy about not having sex with him, and I could understand. While we were talking she sobbed and I comforted her I took off her head scarf and wiped her tears. she was beautiful more attractive than most actresses.
Her skin is fair as milk and she has freckles on her cheeks, her lips are full and for a minute I was tempted to kiss her. I hugged her tight and told her not to worry that I would talk to her father and get her out of this marriage. but she cried harder and told me her father knew and told her she had to stick with Asif.
I realized that I was sweaty after my exercise, and she might fell icky to be held so tightly by me, I was going to let go of her but she held me tight and asked me to stay, how could I refuse. I told her I would come back after 20 minute and I just needed to shower. I rushed into my bath room and stripped my clothes were quite full of sweat.
When I pulled of my panty I realized my crotch was wet, and not with sweat. I almost began fingering myself but then remembered my promise and showered quickly and went back to Sara. I wore a olive green tank-top and was about to put on a pair of boxers but chose a fresh pair of sweatpants instead. Sara opened the door and I think her eyes locked on to my tits, she was still in her black burkha.
She led me to her bed room, even though she was in a burkha I could tell she had a round full ass. Her room was directly above mine, her husband slept in the master bed room, her room was quite bare only a single bed and cupboard with a mirror on the door, and in one corner was a washing machine
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We sat on her bed, and she wanted know about me and didn't want to talk about her life anymore. I told her about my family and growing up about college and my boyfriends and she was shocked and she blushed. This time I caught her looking into my cleavage, I let her have a look and then snapped my fingers at her. she was very embarrassed I told her it was ok and I was kidding.
Suddenly the electricity got cut, I quickly intercom-ed the watchman and he said that they were changing the meters in the building and the power would be off for at least 2 hours. Sara was feeling very hot in the burkha I was better off but really wanted to get out of the sweatpants. I told her to remove her burkha, I was a girl after all and she didn't have to cover up in front of another female.
She agreed, I was expecting her to be in a light home dress but instead she was wearing a light grey Long sleeve churidar. She was more beautiful than I had imagined, her breast were as big as mine I later came to know her cup size was 34B. It was my chance to blush I told her she was beautiful and had a sexy figure, she giggled.
I took her hair brush and went closer to comb her hair while standing behind her I noticed she had a round rump. She was any guys fantasy and I felt a bit insecure, but soon I felt extremely sorry for her, all that beauty and to be married to a homosexual hypocrite.
I hugged her from behind my body was pressed against her, I could feel her ass press against my thighs, and my arms were just over her breast and I could feel her body heat. I felt a tear running down my cheek, then I felt her hand on my shoulder, she turned around and hugged me her tits squished against mine. I could feel her breath on my neck, and then I left her fingers in my damp hair, crotch was wet and panty dying to come off.
We locked lips and closed our eyes it came so naturally to us, it didn't feel wrong and we both knew how the other felt, it was the perfect first kiss. Without breaking the kiss I let my fingers run down her back and touched her ass she didn't stop me so I pulled her body close to mine until I could feel her belly on mine.
I opened my eyes and she pulled away she was frightened, I quickly held her and told her, "I never felt this before and please let's not stop now." I removed my tank top and felt my boobs bounce, Sara's eyes were wide, I unhooked my bra and let it fall to the floor. I put my hands around her and untied the knot and kissed her neck, I felt her fingers on my erect nipples I pulled down the zipper on the back and peeled off the top to revel her milky white tits...
To be continued...
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