Life at a Working Women’s Hostel

Life at a Working Women's Hostel
Hello readers, I have been very bad at managing time and looks like I have not given much to read these days. Therefore this Sunday is special and I have decided to post two stories today to make up for the lost time. What really happens if one of your lesbian partners dump you off and you feel lonely starve for sex unable to find another partner or group. This made me think of the situation today here I am posting on the same lines, how a lesbian lover leaves then you struggle to find an good replacement. Situation in India is somewhat still in its primitive stage therefore loosing one’s partner will be a pain trauma depression sets in. A challenging situation where in places like Chennai. Where you can’t openly speak about your situation and the mess that you are into. People may look at you as sick and abnormal if only they find that you’re a lesbo. Based on the above situation lets try & uncover how some girls at the hostel find themselves at war with the current partner walks out the other should call themselves lucky when they run into another women who stays in the same hostel and are liked minded as below. As Padmini Nair entered her room which gave a strong smell of no ventilation for a week and was damp well I guess that is one benefit of going away for a week to your native place for Pongal; I have a few greeting cards two from the credit card company some were not meant in any way for me. I dumped the bag of packed food eatables medicine hair oil and all those people give you back home when head back to college or work while you stay at a hostel alone and work in an alien place on the dining room table and started sorting through it. Bill, bill, junk, … not for me, not for me, … bill, not for me. This happens in a hostel where people shift from one room to the other considering some comforts. By the time I finished, the ‘not for me’ pile was almost as big as my pile. Mine mostly junk mail or should I say all private banks showing their love concern and wishes to a client like me who hardly use the credit it cards. Out of the shower, still drying off, semi naked just a towel around my chest which din’t do the job well, I stood in front of the long mirror and could see myself with all the best assets yet without much action. The cold air against my bare skin feels great a welcome compliment for people living in Chennai. For a moment, my nipples agree. As I rub a finger idly over my pussy, I realize I probably need to go to the grocery store later. There was hardly anything on the wall shelf expect a bottle of honey nothing else. Pathetic. The towel tossed on the counter, some drops of water still standing on my skin, I leaned back against the wall behind me. A foot hiked high against the edge of the dressing table stool stretching my long leg, I put a spoonful of honey in my mouth. It rolled across my tongue as I pressed it against the roof of my mouth for a second. I loved the thickness and taste it offered. Reminded me of the evening when Sowmiya let me eat the honey out of her pussy. Wow! What a wonderful mixture of tastes that was. Too bad she had to move so far away. No more ‘fuckbuddy’. I need a pussy to eat once in a while, need to be eaten. A finger probes my pussy for a second. Yes, I need to be eaten. I’m so horny. I finger myself longer this time. A small drop falls from the spoon and lands on my nipple. I take the spoon and scrape along the skin of my breast to scoop it up. The cold metal makes my nipple stand up nicely again. Using the bottom of the spoon, I smear a little more honey over the end of the nipple until it is completely covered. A fingertip rubs across the erect nipple transferring much of the now warm honey leaving a little more for a second swipe. Could that mail belong to the opposite room? Not in a big rush, no longer starving after that mouthful of honey. Still wanting something more personal to eat too. Sheela, could she…be my next fuck partner? Mail in hand, I knocked on the door. It was too late to stop as I heard a voice. The door opened just enough to see her standing there, jus like me after the bath nothing on except for a turkey towel which barely covered the main portion of her body. She was a goddess with curves in all the right places, nice big jutting breasts portion and clean shaved legs. Her long black hair was disheveled like she had been fucking all night. The initial picture I thought she just came from the bath but when I noticed the vibe in her hand, tip resting on what appeared to be very kissable lips. My eyes were taking it all in, so obvious I was staring this is common scene you need to see in a all ladies working women’s hostel. “Just fucking myself. Can I help you?” “Fucking? I think I have some of your mail Sheela. I stay in the opposite room. “Come in. I’m a bit busy with myself and never comfortable until I get my morning fuck.” “Maybe I should come back after some time when you are finished.” She waved the vibe side to side a few times. “Ah, the vibe is the only companion in time of feeling horny” Sheela said without any embarrassment Rather have a girl than those battery operated plastic stuff. You interested?” The fact that she was standing there, half naked to the world, and so blaze about that and her casual invitation, caught me a little off guard, but I snapped back quickly to the reality of the situation. “If you don’t mind.” After all, Sowmiya was gone, and I really did love doing just that. “I’m Nasreen & work as a teacher.” I shut the door behind me. Her hand wrapped around mine as she led me quickly to the bed. My eyes were glued to a perfect ass that swayed back and forth in front of me. We stood by the bed, face to face, lips to lips, kissing. My hands touching her bare skin all over her body, her hand rubbing my breast as if trying to move it all over my chest.

I loved the hard contact, the rough physical handling of her touches there and other places. She was a damn fine kisser, the way her tongue explored my mouth, the way our tongues battled each other as they forced their way back and forth between her mouth and mine, all so nice. I don’t need love now all it takes is just a good fuck. At this time I never knew how my clothes were given a break and both of us stripped naked. As my fingers shoved their way into her cunt, it was sopping wet like the tides had come in and not gone out yet. “Oh baby that feels good. Love those fingers inside me.” She pulled me onto the bed. Padmini Nair lay with her legs spread wide, her pussy swollen from before I arrived and begging for more. I was so ready to oblige. My face just inches away, my fingers teasing the lips on either side of the dripping pink opening. The first long lick covered my tongue with her delicious honey. A moan, a silent scream, let me know she approved and wanted more. I nibbled, sucked, and licked each lip from the bottom to the top. A hard stroke of my tongue across the tip of her clit brought a louder moan, a louder scream. It was already protruding, begging to be sucked as my lips wrapped around it and treated it to what it wanted, what it was demanding, what it needed. Her fingers pulled at her nipples, her legs spread even wider, and her hips humped my face as she began to cum for the first of many times that morning, and for me as well. “Do you welcome? Your entire fellow hostel mate that way?” “Do you always open the door with a vibe in your hand?’ “Good point.” “I used to have a girlfriend that I hooked up with on a regular basis just to have sex. She moved away not long ago. Maybe you and I can do this again?” She pulled me back to herself and we did it all over again. To my pleasant surprise she didn’t pull back but began kneading my tits gently as she came closer until our faces were inches apart. I pulled her closer and we kissed deeply, our tongues dancing together. I knew this is my lady partner in love and no more looking back in the vacant area. We reversed position and I was down and she was above me. God, I was in heaven. I had ached for this moment so long that all my pent-up passion for pussy came spilling out. She began licking my cunt, her tongue a tornado. My hands reached up to grasp her head. Her hands reached for my breast and then our fingers intertwined while she ate my pussy. I let out small ecstatic cries. Though I had gone down on a woman before a thousand times, I was surprised how naturally it came to her to make me plead for more and more. & how much I enjoyed getting it. I could go for days now without much starvation., I thought. It wasn’t just the feel of Padmini’s tongue it was very much different from all my earlier experiences she was the one for me to think of it thrilled me; Apparently, both were good at cunnilingus—not to blow my own horn, its round three now and my turn to lick her out mind you—but soon Padmini’s breathing was coming harder and faster and her thighs were clamping around my head. “Oh!” she cried out, her hands clenching mine in a deathgrip. When her orgasm subsided, she tugged me up to her bosom. Her hands stroked my hair. “Are you sure you’ve never been with a better woman before?” she asked breathlessly. “Yes,” I laughed. “You are one hell of fast fuck girl that I had seen, then,” she said. I glowed with pride & horniness. I had to orgasm but soon to feel how she feels now. Padmini seemed to sense my need because she rolled me onto my back, gave me a quick peck on the lips and kissed her way to my throbbing treasure box. She didn’t start out under licking me like I licked her, though. She started out slow, licking long swaths. Her hands massaged my tits. When I was cooing in ecstasy she picked up the pace. Her fingers slid down and into my coochie, sliding two digits in and out. “F-f-f-fuck,” I moaned and Padmini picked out the jams. Her fingers were flying and she was sucking on my clitty, evoking loud cries from me. My eyes until then had been closed until orgasm of the day crashed through me like a bull in a china shop. The tow of us sucked and fucked like crazy for the next couple of hours until we were a mass of hot, writhing bodies. I lost count of how many times I came. I felt totally at home. This was the best of lesbian life we lived happily ever after. Comments and feed backs to [email protected] please. . . . . Yours Lovingly JJ