Bombay was the most important port when India was a crown Colony of England because Ship's coming through the Suez cannel and the Red sea would dock in Bombay then goods going and coming would transfer to and from trains to all parts of India. Today it is still the most important port in Indian for trade with the western world.
My husband is a businessman that travels all over India by train. If he is home at all it is only for a weekend. He is a bulky man that sweats a lot. If he wants sex it is a quick thing that is over in a few minutes of sweating and he is on his back snoring in less time than it took him to cum. He refuses to suck my pussy but want me to drink his cum when he wants sex but is too tired for intercourse.
We live in one of the row apartment near the Gate to India on the beach in Bombay bay and even closer to Victoria Train Station. The only way I can describe the Gate to India is to say it looks a lot like the Arch De Triumph in Paris that is in a strip of land that sticks out into the bay. Victoria Station is an imposing English structure that resembles the House of Lords in London.
We have a flat on the third floor of our apartment building. That is high enough to catch an evening breeze and low enough to walk up too when the elevators break down.
I work in an office building here in Bombay as a computer technician. It is fashionable in Bombay for women to dress in western clothes. We tend to dress in sleeveless dresses with skirts that are knee length. My family live in Kerala so I don't have a lot of friends Bombay. I don't socialize with the people I work with. For the most part the people in my building hardly even speak as they pass on the elevators. This leads to a lot of sexual frustration on my part.
I spend so much time alone when I go to bed every night I masturbate with toys all the time. Because of our desire to be fashionable women have to shave their legs and underarms as much as two times a week. There is a maratti woman named Fozia that visits my building two or three times a week. She makes her living by shaving women.
She was the first woman to introduce me 2 lesbian sex. After several months of her stopping by twice a week to shave me legs and under arms she asked me if I wanted my pussy shaved. I thought it would be cooler if I had my pussy shaved.
When I took off all my clothes Fozia inspected my pussy very closely because I have a very thick mat of hair. She ran her hands over my pubis parting the hair and my labia. Her touch soon had my pussy dripping. When she saw this she put her fingers in my vagina and asked me if I wanted her to kiss my cunt. She told me that she only charges Rs.10 for sucking pussies about one dollar in US money. She is a young and attractive woman. So I paid her price. Now I do enjoy her sucking me a couple of times a week. I am reluctant to suck her in return because I'm sure she is sucking half the women in this building and the others that she visits on the nights she is not in this building. I keep thinking she may have some sort of disease.
I did find out that one of my neighbors as using her service. One night when I saw her enter her apartment and about a half hour later I was going out to dinner when I heard the unmistakable noise coming from the door of her apartment that told me someone was climaxing.
I stopped her in the hall one night. I introduced myself to her. She told me her name was Endera I told her I was bored and would like her company for a drink if she knew a place. She accepted my offer. She Said, "Let me change my shoes before we go!"
I followed her into her apartment. It was neatly kept. She had a desk in front of the window with a computer on it. I looked at the screen. She touched the enter button and the screensaver was replace with the home page of the Bombay Dost. She explained that is the local gay and lesbian new paper that has produced a subscribers web sight.
I asked, "Are you a lesbian?" She said, "I am and I assumed you were a bisexual because you are using Fozia's services!"
I blushed like a child and had nothing more to say.
When she had changed her shoes she came out and took my arm. We caught a cab and she told him to take us to the Voodoo's Bar at Apollo Bunder, Colaha.
When we got there she led me in and we sat down for a drink in a booth. This was my first time in a gay bar. Several women that obviously know her greeted her. They hugged and kissed each other on the cheek. Then she told them she was showing her neighbor the nightlife of Bombay. I was fascinated watching the men and woman. If it were not for the fact that the men were sitting with men and the women were sitting with women it would look like any other bar I had even been in.
Before the evening drug on to long we caught another cab and went down to the Bombay Gate. We went walking together along the waterfront known as the Wall.
I had never paid much attention to the area before. Tonight I saw men flirting with men and women flirting with women. Several time's obvious prostitutes approached us. My new friend turned them away with a simple, "why would we pay for something we can get for free?" We did get some rude remarks though.
It was not that far a walk to walk home. We took the elevator up to our floor and she offered me one last drink before bed.
I knew what she wanted and I was getting excited at the thought that she wanted to make love to me. When we entered her apartment she turned on a soft light and told me to have a seat while she got us a drink. When she returned she had removed her shoes. When she handed me a drink she sat on the couch next to me as she sat on her feet with her legs crossed.
Endera offered a toast, Herez to new friendships!
I said, "May they last forever!"
