Chronicles Of Lust – Part 1 (The Beginning)
bangalore, beautiful, lust

My name is Swetha. I am a 33-year-old woman working professional in the city of Bangalore. I am an independent woman working as Business Analyst in one of the most reputed Global Organizations situated in Bangalore. This series will be a saga and hence please do not expect “Wam! Bam! Thank you Ma’am” kind of stuff. This will be a typical erotica slow paced with great details. If you are interested sit back and enjoy. Get hard! Get Wet! and Get lost in the world of Orgasms. This is a true story as narrated by one of the women in the relationship. The names have obviously changed. For any feedback do write to [email protected] A little about me – I am a born and brought up Bangalorean with both my parents retiring as Civil Servants. I have an elder brother who lives in England. I come from a very well educated, dignified, upper middle class South Indian family. I speak Kannada as my mother tongue. I belong to quite an affluential family with ancestral properties and wealth as well. I do not live with my parents as they have found their retirement home close to the airport in Bangalore and which makes life hell for me to commute to my office. Also, I have been brought up as an independent woman with strong mentality. I have been single for quite sometime now. I have been in a few relationships in the past. If one could term, then I am that “Urban High Society Independent Professional”. I had my first break up when I was 22. I mourned for quite a long back then. Subsequently, I never have too much of an emotional involvement in any of my relationships. I am extremely particular of my personal hygiene. I ensure that I am always clean. I take time out particularly for personal grooming. I wax myself twice a week atleast so that there is not a single strand of hair or a stubble where it does not need to be. I call myself relevantly fashionable and ensure that all my attires are perfect and extremely good looking. I am not really the fair types in looking. I look a few shades darker to what you typically call fair in India. One could call me wheatish. I stand at a height of 5”7 which I considered pretty tall. I am quite well endowed with a vital statistics of 34C-29-36. As I had mentioned earlier, that I do dress very well, I enjoy every bit of attention that I get and also some of the comments give a high. I especially hear a lot of comments on my bum when I pass through and this kicks a lot. I also have a fancy for great clothing as I said earlier. I also have a great fancy towards having exotic and trendy lingerie. My collection spans over 100 pairs of quite expensive lingerie of almost all colors and shades possible inclusive of many expensive global brands. I ensure, I usually wear a 34 pushup bra with really fit panties that accentuate my body. I am quite proud to say that I a little bit of an exhibitionist. Well, this story is not actually about me but about us, rather more about Her. I started a new job about a year and half back. The new office is in a business district quite far from the place where I stay and hence on the first day, I took the public transport, an AC Bus ( I thank my stars even today for doing so). I finished my induction and all the other official stuff and headed back home. I was in half mind to book an Uber and head back while I noticed the bus that would take me home. Mind you, it is an arduous journey of over 1.5 hours. I got on to the bus and took an aisle seat, plugged in my ear pods and started listening to music. After a while, I randomly looked around in the bus and got stuck at one point. Diagonally opposite to me after a few seats right on the window seat. I saw the most beautiful woman I had ever seen in person till date. I never had any inclination towards women although at times, I would watch some lesbian porn. But that day, I could somehow just not stop myself from appreciating the beauty of this lady. The time was around 5:30 in the evening and I could still sense that she was extremely fresh. She was fair, really fair. The sun rays of the evening turned her left cheek a little red. One may imagine how fair she is. She had this beautiful large eyes, deep and jet black (I guessed and later it was to be true), beautiful silky black hair reaching upto the mid of her back. I could say, she regulary visited hair spa and took great care of the hair. Long slender nose with a diamond stud pierced on the right side, absolutely proportionate ears with diamond studs pierced with two piercings each. Not a single facial hair apart from beautifully done eye-brows. The best part was her lips. Exotic thin upper lip with a full lower lip lightly shaded. Truly Beautiful. I just got lost in her beauty and this happened to be for the first ever time in my life that I was mesmerized by the beauty of another woman From where I could see her, she was pretty tall. Rather taller than I am. She could have been approximately 5”9 or 5”10. She was looking outside the windows and I was there shamelessly gaping at another woman in a public transport. She was wearing navy blue kurta with short very short sleeves, with a few prints. A white veil at her neck with a dark woolen stoll that covered her torso. I guess she may have been feeling cold. It was extremely appropriately fitting her with a white legging extremely fitting again. She had those really white pair of feet beautifully pedicured and painted light blue with toe-rings. She was married. But how did it matter to just enjoy the beauty? From where I could see, I guessed she must be around 36- 34-38. Couldn’t be very sure, of course not about her cups since she had a stoll on. I just kept gaping at her and suddenly my stop came and I had to get down. That evening, I just couldn’t do anything at all. I was so lost in the admiration of the lady’s beauty. I just recollected her face every minute so that I don’t forget her face. It was a weird feeling. I wasn’t a lesbian. I have never fancied another woman ever. In fact, I always felt that I should be the one that the other women should fancy and I should be elusive. I changed once I was home, I got rid of my business formals my grey lace bra and panties and got into my boxers and a spaghetti. I made myself a drink and got into the balcony and lit up a cigarette and was gazing into the sunset at the horizon. It was the month of January and towards the end of it. All I could do was to remember the lady’s face and recollect her beauty. I was lost. A breeze of chill air passed through my boxers and hit my naked smooth cunt. That brought me back into my senses and I realized I was quite damp already. Unknowingly, I was blushing. I felt like a teenager. I made up my mind that I will get to know this lady in person. I decided, I shall travel by bus to the office from then on. To be continued.