Nandita To Nandini
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It was the Christmas party, in the offices, and I had been getting stuck into the wine. Caroline had been nursing the same glass for half an hour, so it was no longer beaded with condensation, but dry outside and warm inside.
“Does sex have to be part of a wider arrangement? Can’t it be the arrangement itself?”
I thought it was a reasonable question, and one that any reasonably intelligent woman could accept without getting upset.
“And how do you come to that arrangement?” Caroline countered. She was the chief executive’s personal assistant at the firm I worked for in Trinidad. She was a Trini, but of British heritage, a century or so removed from the old country. She had a nice tinge of the local version of English, which was not just pronounced differently but used different grammar and even vocabulary, making it hard to understand some people.
From Caroline’s mouth it was just a bit of local colouring and perfectly intelligible. It was pretty much how she looked, in fact. Her European features had survived an upbringing in the tropics and she wasn’t even sun-burnished. Compared to her, I was dark, because like many newcomers I spent as much time in the sun as I could, while the locals stayed out of it, both for health reasons and because there was no novelty factor. They had been able to go to the beach any time of the year their whole life, and in fact many of the Trinis I knew just didn’t bother with it at all.
“Well, you discuss it,” I said. “Or you meet someone through a dating site.”
“You go on dating sites looking for sex?” she exclaimed.
“Everyone is looking for sex,” I protested mildly, for her benefit. “It’s on the list somewhere. And there are sites where it’s more open.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean there are sites where that’s the whole point. That’s why people go there.”
Caroline raised an eyebrow.
“Women as well as men,” I said with a smile which I kept brief so it didn’t look like a smirk. “Most people are only bothered about how it looks to people who know them. They wouldn’t admit it publicly, but as long as no one knows, that’s okay.”
“And you have been on one of these sites?” she asked rather nervously.
“Yeah.”
“Meet anyone nice?”
“Yes, actually,” I said. “You’re as likely to meet a nice person on there as you are anywhere. It’s just that you get down to brass tacks a lot quicker.”
And that was where the conversation ended, as Caroline was swept away by a colleague from the accounts department.
I hadn’t thought about it much since that time, just the occasional flicker when I spoke to her when trying to get through to the boss on the phone.
She was friendly and efficient. Reserved: not exactly shy but quiet. A churchgoer – and that’s another preconception people have: that religious people don’t have sex. Of course they do. As a matter of fact I had met a couple of women through a Christian dating site in the UK and ended up in bed with both of them (separate women, separate occasions, although they were quite similar, being black, forty-something and divorced.)
So even if Caroline thought she wouldn’t be on my radar, she was. Is that wrong? It’s the kind of question I would have liked to ask her. I sensed that she had enjoyed our sex conversation, got a little kick out of it that she wouldn’t display, for appearances’ sake.
Now here we were again: same offices, same crowd, for someone’s leaving party. I had come over on the early boat, from Tobago, the little sister island where I was based. I liked the odd overnight trip to Trinidad and usually managed to find a decent hotel room going cheap on one of the last-minute sites. On this occasion it was the Hilton, no less, for about fifty dollars.
Caroline was slim and demure in a sensible trouser suit of navy blue cotton. She was quite classy, I thought. I gathered she had never been married and it puzzled me a bit. She was prime wife material.
I was hanging around by the buffet when she appeared at my shoulder.
“They’re nice,” she said, pointing to the vol au vents.
“Yeah. Trouble with these do’s is there’s some food but not enough,” I said, passing her a little curiosity loaded with tiny black shiny balls, which tasted salty and was apparently caviar. Caroline took it with her teeth, straight from my fingers.”
“Mmph. You’re right. You’re still hungry when you leave.”
“I’m going to have dinner later,” I said. “How about you?”
“Could do with something,” she agreed. “Where?”
“Back at the hotel,” I said. “I’m going to order a taxi right now.”
Caroline put her hand on my arm and said “I can give you a ride.”
Now, maybe I’m naïve or over-cautious or something, but I try not to read too much into such things, so as we drove through the relatively quiet evening street towards the Savannah, I was making polite conversation, that’s all. Sure, I glanced at her legs and enjoyed the way the seatbelt parted her breasts, but I didn’t touch her.
When we reached the hotel she drove into the car park rather than dropping me at the entrance.
“You coming in?” I asked.
“I thought we were having dinner,” she said a bit nervously.
“Great!” I said. “Yeah. We should have time to get downstairs and do the buffet thing.”
That was the cheaper option, but still quite fancy. We skipped down the stairs and got organized.
“So, had any interesting dates lately?” Caroline asked lightly. I had in fact met a girl in that very hotel a few weeks earlier and had a very nice time, but I didn’t want Caroline to think I was a wham-bam sort of guy.
“There was someone a while back,” I said.
“Nice?”
“Yeah.”
“And what happened to her? Do they turn into relationships or is the arrangement purely for the here and now?”
“I suppose you have lower expectations,” I admitted. “If you meet through one of those sites. But everybody’s looking for love too. It’s just harder to find.”
Caroline nodded sagely.
“You meeting her on this trip? I’m not interrupting, am I? Is she going to appear in a minute and give me a slap and kick my white ass out of here?”
“No,” I said, and gave no explanation. “No, tonight you have my full attention.”
“Oh good,” she said, amused. “So maybe you can show me how to fill one of these things in.”
From her cavernous bag she produced a Samsung tablet and asked me to do the wifi code. Then she called up the very site I used and logged in. I was a bit concerned that she might find my profile, or that she had found it already and was intent on embarrassing me.
But she didn’t. She called up her own partially completed page. She was called Headintheclouds.
“What do you put on these things?” she asked.
“Depends what you’re looking for,” I said.
“Let’s say I’m looking for a one-night stand with the possibility of a future,” she said.
I moved my chair around the table so we were sitting together. She had filled in the physical description and the interests (volleyball, swimming, carpentry).
“Carpentry?” I queried.
“I’m an only child,” she said. “My Dad used to teach me things and I enjoyed it.”
“General intro,” I said. “ How about something like ‘I’m a woman, still young, attractive, fit and healthy. Looking for some fun – put an exclamation mark in brackets there – with a 30-something guy. Intelligence more important than looks – that okay?”
“Perfect,” she said. “Although does that mean I get all the ugly ones?”
“It means you get the ones who think they’re intelligent or who haven’t read it anyway, just looked at the picture."
“Well let’s see if there are any suitable guys on here already,” she said, ticking boxes on the search menu.
When the results came up, sure enough I was on it. Not my real name, of course, and no face pic. Caroline looked at a couple of studs, who both turned out to be all body and no mind, as she put it. Then she came to Bagonow. That was me. I lived in Tobago now. The username doesn’t matter once someone has looked at the profile. It’s more important not to put people off than to try to pull through the power of one or two words.
“White guy in Tobago,” she mused. “Sounds interesting. He likes… oh my god, licking women’s middle bits, front and back.”
“Well at least he’s upfront about it,” I said. “Nothing wrong with that, anyway. I told you, you just get to the nitty gritty quicker. He doesn’t sound totally stupid, does he? Can string a sentence together. Why don’t you send him a feeler? Just say hello and he sounds interesting. That’s what you said.”
“What if he turns out to be a psycho?” she said nervously.
“He’s got no access to you,” I explained. “All he has is this site. No name, phone number, email, nothing.”
A waitress appeared and started clearing the table, so we decided to leave it till later.
“We could go upstairs,” I suggested.
“What’s upstairs?”
“My room,” I said simply. “We won’t be disturbed there, so we can get you up and running. You’ll need a picture. Got one?”
“You can take one,” she said bravely as we headed for the stairs.
As she stood up one of the heels on her shoes broke.
“Damn,” she said, fiddling with it.
“Take them off and walk barefoot,” I said. “It’s a hotel, it’s clean and you’re a guest.”
My room was a long walk and I could see her enjoying being the carefree girl with her shoes in her hand. She seemed to loosen up because of it, and by the time we got inside she was quite breezy.
I took a bottle of white rum from the table and poured two Cuba Libres – rum and Coke by another name.
“What kind of picture?” I asked.
“Me in my bare feet,” she replied. “Let me take the jacket off.”
She sat on the edge of the bed with her legs crossed.
“No face,” she warned. I took a couple of shots and showed her.
“God, I look frumpy,” she said.
“Undo a couple of buttons on your blouse,” I suggested. She looked at me warily but complied. A warm, inviting patch of flesh appeared, along with the edge of a black bra.
“Much better,” I said, showing her the result. “Slightly cheeky but classy.”
We uploaded the pic to her profile and quit the site.
“Now we just wait and see,” I said. “By the morning you’ll have loads of interest, I bet you.”
“Well thank you for being my mentor,” she said, putting her hand on my knee as we sat together on a little settee. “Maybe I’ll find someone as kind as you.” The air turned heavy and we both fell silent. Then I put my arm around her and she snuggled against me. I kissed her and she kissed back.
This was the same very conservative woman I had known vaguely for a couple of years, so I wasn’t counting my chickens just yet, but I caressed her neck and then kissed it and she squeezed my knee.
Encouraged, I slipped a hand into her blouse and felt her breasts through her bra. She adjusted her position so I could unbutton the thing and she slipped out of it elegantly.
Caroline was now naked from the waist up. She had nice firm breasts, fairly small – the kind she would probably have ordered if you could choose your body parts. Feminine, womanly, but not at all tarty. Something for a man to enjoy when he got there, but not the reason he came to her in the first place.
I moved my head down and sucked her nipples, first the left and then the right. She made little sighing noises to show she was enjoying it, and her hand moved up towards my crotch, but she was waiting for me to move into that area before she did.
I put a hand directly on her warm, mystical mound, rubbing the slit gently, and she responded by taking a trousered handful of male parts in her hand.
We were kissing happily and the flickering of tongues was generating power in my cock. She traced the outline of my erection between her thumb and forefinger as I fumbled with the catch on her trousers. You never know quite what you’re dealing with and I didn’t want to seem clumsy, but it turned out to be a large button that gave way easily, and I slid the zip down far enough to get my hand in her pants. They were small and delicate, lacy. Her pubic hair was trimmed but still much in evidence as I ran a finger through it and into her slit. It occurred to me that there was no excuse for not finding the clitoris when you went right over it on the route to the hole. Maybe the old-timers who are accused of not pleasing women in that way were just plain ignorant – didn’t know such a thing existed.
I played with the little knobby thing for a minute or so and Caroline became super aroused.
The time for talk was past. I would have liked to ask her how she could be so comfortable with this when she seemed so unsexual in her day-to-day life. But we’re all full of contradictions, I suppose.
“Stand up,” I said firmly and she did, wriggling a little to allow me to slide her trousers and pants down to the floor. Shoeless, she stepped out of them neatly.
It was a thong. I was surprised and a little shocked that Miss Prim should be wearing the underwear of the seductive. I pulled the sinful thing down and off.
I sat her down on the edge of the bed and undressed right in front of her. She watched bashfully as I slid my underpants down and my erect cock sprang to life before her eyes. I pulled her towards me so her face was in my crotch, and I stroked the back of her head.
“There’s just one thing,” she said in a very controlled voice, distancing herself from the situation. “You can’t get inside me tonight.”
“Are you on?”
“No,” she replied. “Just not yet, okay?”
I knelt in front of her and kissed her tenderly on the lips. “Okay,” I promised. Then I pushed her back on the bed and set about achieving at least something, if the ultimate prize was not on offer. If it wasn’t here period, then at least she should be open for a licking.
As my head went up between her legs she leaned back on her elbows to watch. My nose touched her neatly coiffed pubic hair and I smelled the unmistakable, irreplaceable aroma of vagina. Her womanly juices were glistening within her labia and I licked and sucked them.
She lay back, quivering with sexual excitement as my tongue and lips played with her, teased her and demanded her essence, which her body dispensed freely into my mouth. My tongue went way up inside her and she arched her back, as if to give me room. Then she gave a little “oh” and shivered as an orgasm raced through her.
She held my ears and stroked them as I continued to lick and suck her, and then she raised her legs, higher and higher, gripping them with her hands, and moved her hips until her pussy was facing the ceiling and her arsehole was staring at me. This was not the movement of a shy woman; she had crossed a line in her mind and was going to get what she wanted from me.
I plunged my face into her crack and she gasped as I licked her arse with lewd abandon.
“Oh yeah, oh yes, oh shit,” she squealed as my tongue in her secret hole drove her crazy. “Fuck, yes, oh, lick my bum, I love it, I love you.”
Utterly out of control, Caroline rubbed her bottom into my face as she climaxed with cataclysmic intensity.
And then she was finished, and she lay back and extended her arms to collect me.
“It’s you on that site, isn’t it?” she said breathlessly. “The one who likes to kick women front and back.”
“Might be,” I said. “You like it?”
“I just had the most incredible orgasm,” she said, “in case you didn’t notice. You’re the rudest, dirtiest man I’ve ever met.”
"I'll take that as a compliment," I said, runing my finger through her dark valley and kissing her at the same time.
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Wife LoversBecoming Brandee Chapter Eight: Sitting at my vanity I carefully outlined my lips. Then I pulled out a tube of china pink lipstick and coated them. My refection pleased me so much. Finally, I coated my pretty colored lips with two coats of shiny sticky lip gloss. I winked at Richard reflected in my mirror who was watching me get ready for work. I then stood up to face him in my freshly ironed cocktail waitress uniform. Today I would be wearing my pink uniform. I loved wearing...
Andee woke to the sound of the shower running. Looking at the digital clock beside the bed she saw that it was just after 6:00 a.m. As she sat up in the bed, she was trying to shake out the cobwebs and jetlag in her head when the realization of what had gone on the night before became obvious. She was naked but couldn’t exactly remember at what point during the night her lingerie had come off. She rolled out of the bed, made her way to the closet and pulled on a t-shirt from her suitcase. She...
Wife LoversThe whole matter began shortly after Andee’s 38th birthday. She had made one of the biggest decisions of her life and cropped her long brown hair into a cute “pixie” cut. It was a drastic change in her mind, and not long after she began to feel that she wasn’t being “noticed” as much as she had been when her hair was long. “Men prefer long hair,” she complained to her husband one night, not long after she made the dramatic transformation. But despite his constant reassurances, she still felt...
Wife LoversIt had been a long time in coming. Andee wasn’t sure if having to “pay up” for losing a friendly bet with her co-worker was just a passing joke in the hallway, or if he was serious about collecting on it. As a thirty-eight year old mom of two very active boys and career woman, she enjoyed a bit of adventure in her life and this was the second time in a year she had found herself confronted with a sexual complication with her friend. Without question, Andee had been a shameless flirt with Paul,...
Wife LoversBecoming Brandee Chapter Seven Today may be one of the most important days of my new bimbo life. I go for my job interview today. I am so nervous. I so want to get this job. Lisa seems to think I am a shoe in. But I am nervous. I so want this job. It means a lot to me and I think it will mean a lot to Richard and I know it will help continue to rein....reinfer...re...make me more comfortable as a bimbo girl happy in her role.To support me, Lisa came over and we went through my...
Disclaimer: This chapter, like all chapters of the Becoming Brandee series are intended for adult readers only. Reproduction in any form may not be done without permission of the author. Becoming Brandee, Chapter Eleven: Julie and I crawled into bed together spent as Richard retired to his room. However, just before heading up to bed, Benjamin and I shared a private moment at the door before he headed back to his home. He kissed me tenderly and told me that he'd like to see me...
We woke up mid morning the next day. I rang down to the servants house and asked that breakfast be served in about an hour. I hustled Candace into the shower, telling Candy that we couldn't play; I had a big day planned for us. And that of course set off a round of what? and why won't you tell me, and I don't care if it's a surprise, which finally ended with several swats to the ass cheeks and a gesture towards the shower. Point made, game, set, match; for now anyway. I went through...
Disclaimer: Like all chapters of the Brandee series, this one is inteded for adult readers only. Becoming Brandee, Chapter Twelve I am now in my fourth month of my tour of gentleman's clubs and adult bookstores and I am really enjoying myself. Julie came out a few weekends ago and had such a fun time watching me in my glory. She says she is going to finish up her Doctorial work sooner than expected and that we might get some more time together. I would really enjoy that as I...
“We’re here!” Grandma cried as she and Grandpa came through the front door with their suitcases. “Grandma!” the children shouted as quickly the five of them surrounded their Grandparents. Grandma and Grandpa hugged them all – letting their hands grab the firm young asses of their grandchildren. Grandma took special care to press her massive bosom against their chests feeling her nipples harden as she did. Grandpa’s large pecker had been hard since...
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Disclaimer: Like all chapters in the Brandee series, this one is also intended for adults only. And, like all other chapters, no part of this story may be reproduced without permission of the author. Enjoy. Becoming Brandee Chapter Thirteen: I think I was telling you all about my publicity and promotional tour before getting side-tracked by hygiene issues in the last chapter. Let me fill you in on a few of my adventures with some fascinating audience members who've won the "Win...
Flashback - 11 months earlier (Author's notes - the intro takes place 'right after' Andersonville 6) There were fifteen men and women crowded into the small conference area. As Colonel Myers surveyed the room, he noticed most of them, the programmers anyway, were about half his age. Barry shook his head; he was getting old. His goal was to make general before he retired, and the Andersonville project had seemed like the best way to increase his chances. The problem was, he had...
Disclaimer. This chapter, like all chapters of the Becoming Brandee strory, are intended for adult readers only Becoming Brandee Chapter Ten: Now this was totally unexpected. I had initially thought that my wife Julie and I were both to be dates for Richard and suddenly I become very aware that only my wife is Richard's date for the evening. And, once I open the front door, I will be meeting my very own date. "You look divine, Brandee," said my wife encouragingly, "Now make...
Andee folded down the top of her suitcase and zipped it shut. In a few hours she would be back in Canada, back with her husband – and after the past couple days – back on her back as she shared her experiences in Houston with the man waiting at home. She looked at Don propped up against the edge of the desk, hands stuffed into his jeans as her thoughts turned to the fun she had enjoyed on this trip. She could see the disappointment in his face as he knew their time together had come to an end....
Andee folded down the top of her suitcase and zipped it shut. In a few hours she would be back in Canada, back with her husband – and after the past couple days – back on her back as she shared her experiences in Houston with the man waiting at home. She looked at Don propped up against the edge of the desk, hands stuffed into his jeans as her thoughts turned to the fun she had enjoyed on this trip. She could see the disappointment in his face as he knew their time together had come to an end....
Wife LoversWhen we returned home I took Candace to my bedroom, laid her on her back on my bed, and tied her hands and ankles to the head and foot boards of the bed. I kissed her lightly on her lips, then began to kiss and nibble on her cheeks, eyelids, forehead, around to her ears and her neck. Her body was stock still but her breathing was quick and shallow. When I got to the front of her neck I began to work my way down the front of her body. I grabbed the scissors I left on the bed table and cut her...
Becoming Brandee Chapter one: My wife, Julie, peered into the office where I was sitting at one of computer desks typing an IM to a new friend I had recently met on the internet. "Is this the man you have been telling me about?" "It is him, honey. As I've told you he is very different than most of the others I have chatted with online and I find myself really liking him and the way he thinks." She smiled back, "A girl does need a good man to share some of...
Becoming Brandee Chapter Two: Pulling up to his condo I realized that Richard was very well off. He lived in a very exclusive part of the city and his home furnishings matched his stature and good grooming. Looking around I felt like I just had to become his maid as well as girlfriend and make sure this wonderful man had me to look after him as a sweet girl would desire to do for a man who took good care of her. I squealed with delight when he showed me my own room. It couldn't...
It was still early on Sunday night and I had the urge to talk to Marcie. She was comically critical of my commitment to get Smyth laid. "What made you volunteer for such an enormous feat, Sammy?" "I don't know." I did know, but I wasn't ready to admit to Marcie that I had heard Shirley tell me to turn the tables on Smyth for spying on me and my guests. "How do you plan to carry it out?" "I don't know." I really didn't know, but my sub-conscience was working on a plan. "Who...
I put the razor to my face, sliding it over the remaining patches of beard that had grown over the winter. This New Year’s Eve I wanted to look smart for the ladies at the party I was going. I have been going out with Shalini for some time, but I was getting tired of her. I even let Ayan (a dear friend of mine) fuck her brains out in a threesome with me. We fucked both her holes all night long till she could not scream or fight anymore. She couldn’t walk for days after that and stopped speaking...
Andersonville 5 - The Guilty Soul by Kelly Davidson This story is dedicated to all the TG writers out there, who make the days easier to deal with by posting new stories to read each day. Fade in... The sun wasn't even peeking over the hills when the alarm started going off. I hit the snooze button several times but eventually realized I was going to have to get out of bed and get ready for work. I stir slightly, stretching my legs and arms in a poor attempt to wake up. Then...
Hello friends. This is Neville from Chennai. A couple of years back I posted one of my real stories on this site. I was caught in a police raid in a brothel and was rescued by the wife of my friend, Mohini. Today I and Mohini have been having love sessions as and when needed. I got a call from Mohini that her friend Nandita is in town to attend someone’s wedding. She would be coming to her house on Friday evening as she has a flight back to Toronto on Sunday. Nandita has insisted that she meet...
Hello readers. Handshake to boys and boobs shake to girls. I hope you enjoy the story. This story is for all the BDSM lovers out there. The story is long and detailed and mysterious. Sit back and enjoy. This incident was not a one day story, so it needs some background to be told. So, enjoy the thrill and mystery which lies ahead. I had a cute neighbor whose name was Anjali. She was 2 years younger to me. We were brought up together and we were pretty good friends. This incident started to...
Avasaramaaga en vagupil padikum oru paiyan vanthathaal, naan nandhini aadaiyai vegamaaga aninthu vittu irunthen. Appozhuthu priya enai paarthu hey ena seithu kondu irukiraai avanai veliyil sendru ethavathu pesi sirithu neram ula varamal paarthu kol endru sonnal. Naan nandhiniyai kaama paarvaiyil paarthu konde sendren. Naan veliyil sendru, en idam thulai pesi irunthathu athil yaaruko pesuvathu pondru pose koduthu irunthen. Appozhuthu naveen vanthaan, avan ennai paarthu hey ena indru sikiram...