I am 25.Of mixed parentage.An Indian mother and a white father.I am pretty,cute and innocently sexy.My body is a lot like JLO’S and Salma Hayek’s before they lost all those curves.I have fuller and beautiful legs like Salma in the 90’s. My measurements are 36-26-37 and i am 5ft 6inches tall.I swim and work out regularly.Hence, i am curvy and firm and very feminine. I can drop jaws when i wear short dresses that reveal my legs and accentuate my curves.I like skirts too. 😉 I have black hair, dark brown eyes (almost black) and a wheatish complexion.I was aware of my sexuality at 15 and have been living it to the fullest.I was never confused.So i have the emotional and sexual freedom that most women only dream off. ¤I met Olivia Park for the first time in the elevator of my apartment complex about 1 year back.She was 36 years old. And was of korean descent.She was very beautiful and had a well formed body.An asian beauty. She was just 5ft 2inches tall.but was aptly endowed like Lucy Liu.Her puny body oozed sexuality.She was married. She defied her age and looked like she was 30.She wore a black backless dress the first time i saw her.She looked so hot.Her black hair and black eyes were so seductive.And i had a crush right away.We often met in the elevator or in the nearby stores.She was often accompanied by her husband.But that didnt stop her from giving me a welcoming smile everytime we ran into eachother.Her husband was a hot shot VP and was often away.She was an insurance consultant. ¤The first time we had a conversation was at the pool.I was wearing a dark blue swimsuit.I was sitting by the pool after my swim when Olivia got into the pool in a sexy flower patterned bikini.She smiled at me and swimmed to me and shook my hands.Then went on with her swim, often giving me a smile.When she was done,she sat next to me.We spoke about our jobs,life, rent,etc.Then she asked me about my boy friend.When i revealed to her that i was a lesbian,she was suprised.But she didnt have any apprehensions.She gave me and approving smile.But i could sense a curiosity in her smile and a twinkle in her eyes. Then we went our ways.After a week i met her again in the elevator.We smiled and spoke.But her smile was very sensual and i felt like she was silently eyeing me when i wasnt looking.Her husband wasnt in town and she was too lazy to cook.So i suggested a pizza in the diner nearby.She was amused by the idea and went down the lift again. We spoke a lot.But my sexuality was the topic she often bought up.Every time she did, i could see that she was enjoying it.And then she revealed that she had experimented a few times with her dorm mate.Then the conversation shifted to simpler topics like olives on our pizza and strawberry milkshake for dessert.Then we walked back, got into the elevator and when the 4 floor came,she gave me a hug. I could feel her breasts against mine. It feel nice and warm. Then when she broke away, she touched my cheek and said good bye and walked out of the elevator.While tied doors closed, she smiled and gave me a wink.As i the elevator moved up towards the 7th floor,i blushed and smiled to myself. It had been a great evening.And all i could do was think of her smile while i lay under my blanket in a nothing but a long short.Something felt different….. ¤We continued to met at the pool and running into eachother in the elevator.Everytime before we departed,she would hug me and touch my cheek.Gradually it became a peck on my cheek.On the days i didnt meet her,i missed her warm breasts touching mine and her lips on my cheek.I realised that i was drawn to her and was getting attracted to her too.But she was married and her experimenting days were behind her.So i tried to keep it as friendly as possible.Besides, i was sure that the curiousity and interest she showed in me was coz of my preferences.But yet,deep down, i felt that she might be drawn to me too. ¤So our short meetings kept going on.And finally one day when we met in the elevator, she invited me home for a cup of coffee. I was just returning home after having dinner with a few friends.The dinner had been very boring and my evening ruined.So when she called me home for a cup of coffee,i accepted.Her apartment looked like a marriage between asian museum and a rock and roll hall of fame. Antiques and memorabilia adorned the house.It was a perfect fusion and nothing looked out of place.Her husband was a rock n roll fan and liked collecting memorabilia while she preyed on antique pieces. She went inside the kitchen while i was observing her house minutely.While i was doing this, i could see her watching me closely from the kitchen.I was very sure that she was mapping my body as i could see her eyes moving up and down, surveying my body.After 10 mins, she came back with 2 big white mugs.She handed me one and her finger brushed mine.She sat down next to me and we spoke about our day.She told me that her husband was away and that she appreciated me being there and keeping her company.Her husband didnt want to have kids as their work took most of took most of their time.I was listening to her intently and didnt not realise that the cup was slipping from my fingers.The cup fell on my stomach and all of its contents drained on me.My orange thigh length dress had turned brown.From slightly below my breast to the hem that was a little above my knees.I could feel the warm coffee soaking below my dress and tricking down my thighs towards my knees and then my ankles.She directed me to the bathroom and rushed inside…

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