Hi, my name is Ishani from Kolkata and this is a short incident from last year. I write this today because, the people concerned have moved out of town recently.
I am now 30 and fair, height of 5'7". I am not slim, but I care to say I am curvy. My figure stands at 34d-28-36, with long hair. I am married and my husband is in merchant navy. I have not been that sweet Bengali girl, and I have enjoyed pleasures of this world before marriage. But in spite of my ideals of marrying a person I love, I settled for a arranged marriage and fell in love with the person I married. For the first 6 months we enjoyed at home, and then for another 20 months I was with him on ships. We enjoyed while it lasted but I Guess I was bored with the globetrotting and endless seas. I was home and was planning to take up a job.
After about 4 months of laziness and being choosy with out a job, my cousin sister, Anima who lived in Kulti (about 200km from Kolkata) invited me over. I planned to stay there for sometime and enjoy their company. The plan was for 20 days at least. Subrata her husband, worked in ECL, a coal mining plant. They were some 10 yrs older than me. But I had more bad luck in store (or was it good luck). 5 days into my stay and Anima Di, had to go to tend to her mom-in-law who lived in Asansol (25km from her house). So the tragic routine turned out to be, Subrata Da leaving at 8:30 AM, and Anima Di, leaving around 10 and I am alone with myself. Both returned around 7:30-8:00PM in the evening. Of course they would try to compensate by bringing in moves and food so that we can enjoy. But with the cable TV, porn sites and their pet parrot for company, it was becoming dreary.
I started complaining on the 3rd day.
After a little thought, next morning, she took me to the house in front of there's, It belonged to Rekha and Sumon. Smart Young couple! Rekha & Sumon were both of my age and has had a love marriage 3 yrs ago. Rekha was a housewife and Sumon worked as a financial consultant. Sumon was just leaving when we went in, he was a smart and athletic looking guy who said "hi" in a very charming manner and left for work. Rekha on getting to know my so called issue at hand was only happy since she was a housewife and a little company will make her feel only better.
Impromptu, she asked Anima Di to wait a little as she would like to take me along with her to Asansol and do some shopping. It was a welcome relief after 3 days of super boredom that I have been through. But little I know that life would be getting spicier soon.
For the next 2 days we watched movies together, shopped, ate out and super fun. It was Saturday, the usually my husband and I usually have parties and all, but my brother in law and sister were at their usual tasks, him at work and sis with her mom-in-law. I went off to Rekha's place. She was busy cooking and Sumon was also there. Apparently its Sumon's day off. While Rekha finished her cooking and finished with her bath, Sumon and I chatted. It ranged from politics to choice of reading material. I pride myself of my ability to chat out serious things as guys do and did my best to impress him.
Rekha was back soon in a white balloon top and a pair of decent shorts. Since I have had my bath recently, we got together to one of Bengali's women's favourite things - "Chul sokhano" - drying of long hair. We sat on the sofa and put our hair behind the back rest and turned on the fan at full blast. I was by the way in a short rust coloured kurti with patiala. Sumon excused himself from stupid women chat, as he mentioned and went far his bath.
We were watching TV and chatting and discussing serials and heroines and heros when Rekha started talking about my hair and complimenting me for it.
She had her fingers in hair and then she brushed my nape and touched my ear to talk about my earring. Next she touched my thighs and said "Isha, you have such nice long slender legs, they are really nice".
Now, her touch was weird to start off with, and words, flattering, but I never judged it to be sexual in nature. After all she was a woman. Well, I have done my fair share of experiments with girls in school. The usual boob presses and hugs crushing tits together in the labs. The quick smooches in the loo. But they were experiments at best. The farthest I ever went was probably in class 10 when we rubbed each others pussy over our panties and sucked each others budding puffy nipples in a tight bathroom at school. I must admit it was exciting and highly pleasurable at that age, but it was more for the newness of it and the fun of doing the forbidden thing. But never did I consider myself a lesbian, not even a bi-sexual, as the pleasure of a hard cock is something irreplaceable. You can call me, at best a bi-curious, till this moment.