Last semester I had to spend two months in Bangalore, India for a research project. Funding was poor so I posted on the internet if any Bangalore student (female) would be willing to house me in exchange for housing her in Melbourne in the future. I was soon lucky when a medical student named Sanyukta replied. We exchanged pleasant messages and mails and by September I was ready to leave for India.
Sanyukta had a one bedroom apartment that she was willing to share with me. Literally one room with an adjacent bathroom. On her pictures she looked very pretty, with beautiful dark eyes and long black hair. I was excited to get to know her in person.
One thing bugged me, though. I have a high sex drive and never had a day since being a young girl that I didn’t have at least one orgasm. I typically masturbate various times a day and always at night. My boyfriends were never able to fully satisfy me, even though they tried real hard. It’s always great fun to wear them out on a long weekend or on vacation. Thanks God I have two healthy hands to do the rest. Anyway I wasn’t sure how I could quell my urge for such a long time.
On my last night in Melbourne I knew I had to get spent completely to have some leverage once I was in Bangalore. I masturbated for hours on end. I sweated, I panted and moaned, I came and came again. Whenever I slowed down I used my trusted vibrator to bring me back up again. It was similar to long edging, which I also do sometimes. Just the other way round. Eventually you get dizzy from all the overstimulation. Anyway, I boarded my flight and had a good, exhausted sleep on the plane.
Sanyukta picked me up at the airport and we bonded immediately. She is an open, outgoing person, very funny, witty and a great host. And she is extremely attractive. When I saw her first, I felt an immediate tingle between my legs. I guess she liked me too. She showed me around Bangalore, we had dinner, and then she took me to her place. Our place for two months.
“You must be so tired,” she said. “Would you like to use the shower before you go to bed? I will finish after you.” I really needed that and gladly accepted. The shower was my rescue. I was wet already and easily slid two fingers inside my vulva. A pleasurable orgasm followed pretty soon. Once I was in bed, Sanyukta went into the shower. My chance to touch myself again. I rubbed my clit and soon I was wet all over again. With Sanyukta under the shower, I could breathe hard and moan as I came. Just as I finished I heard some muffled groaning from the bathroom. God, Sanyukta was like me! We were about to embark on two interesting months together.
The next day she showed me around campus. I was introduced to the Geography department and tried to settle in. The evening saw us having dinner with her friends. Very nice people everywhere.
Once at Sanyukta’s place she asked me if I wanted to take a shower. I’d rather prefer that in the morning, I answered honestly but stupidly, because it deprived me of my chance. She said that she only took a shower every two days because that’s what dermatologists recommended. As we changed for the night (each one on her bed) I tried to get a glimpse of her body. She did the same and when our eyes met we quickly grinned at each other. No one said a word, though.
The challenge was to find sexual release without notifying the other girl. I did it as quietly as I could, even though some wet sounds from my pussy must have been audible. Just before falling asleep I could see the Sanyukta’s blanket move back and forth. Soon there came more laboured breathing from her. God, she was hot too and did it to herself! I could hear her cumming then, even though she tried not to make any noise.
Thus I got wet again immediately and started to finger myself. Sanyukta’s secret masturbation made me so horny, I couldn’t resist the urge to cum again. I was perhaps a little less careful this time because by the time my climax approached I was breathing kinda hard and the splashing sounds from my pussy were louder than before. I was so wet! I tried to cum as quietly a I could, but I knew that Sanyukta was hearing me. And to be sure, after a minute or two I could see her blanket move again and also hear her breathe harder. I pretended to sleep when she climaxed a second time.
Both of us seemed to have reached at least basic level of satisfaction and we now actually did fall asleep.
The next day was busy at uni and we got home rather late. Sanyukta took a shower and I used the me-time for a good one. I made myself cum real hard, hoping not to embarrass her (and myself) later. I heard her cumming in the shower again. But it was all to no avail. Once we were in bed I couldn’t repress my need to cum once more. I started to ever so quietly finger myself again. This time Sanyukta didn’t wait and began fingering herself with me. We both could see and hear the other girl, which made me even hornier. I was so wet, you could hear every movement my fingers made. This seemed to excite Sanyukta even more and she also raised the stakes, masturbating harder, breathing louder now. I tried to stifle my orgasm, but I couldn’t keep myself from panting when I came. Just as my orgasm subsided I heard Sanyujta cum hard. She was equally unable to remain quiet. We both lay in our beds trying to sleep, but Sanyukta hadn’t had enough yet and started masturbating again. She has the same crazy sex drive that I have. I did not hold back and began caressing my pussy again. We both raised our heads now and watched the other girl masturbate. It was so fucking hot and sexy. This time we nearly exploded together and we both came shamelessly in front of each other.
I was drenched in sweat and panting, but finally satisfied and ready to sleep. I’m not sure if Sanyukta did it another time, this was perhaps in my dreams.
This became our nightly routine. Nobody ever said a word. We never talked about it. During the day we were respectful, cordial friends, come the night our true selves emerged. It felt so good.
As the weekend approached Sanyukta asked me what I would like to do. We could take a trip or visit friends of hers who were curious for the Aussi girl. All I wanted, however, was to fuck with her. I imagined staying twenty-four hours in bed, doing nothing else but masturbate. Of course I couldn’t say it, but I shyly proposed we stay in town. Sanyukta seemed pleased by that and proposed sleeping in on Saturday.
Instead of sleeping in on Saturday we ended up masturbating in. We were both so horny and keen on each other that we practically didn’t sleep that night. As the sun got up it became unbearably hot in her room, I was drenched in orgasms and sweat, so in a bold move I tore my blanket down and masturbated stark naked in front of her. It was all out sex now. Sanyukta did the same and even though we didn’t talk, we had hours of masturbation sex together. Every once in a while we briefly fell asleep, then one of us would start again and the other would join in. I never had so many orgasms in one day. By the evening we were completely exhausted and just lay sprawled naked on the beds.
Sanyukta is such a cool girl. After spending hours of wearing ourselves out in mutual masturbation, she sat up in bed and asked if I wanted to take a shower so that we could go for dinner. As if nothing extraordinary had ever happened. The shower was all I needed and now I realized how hungry I was. Sanyukta also showered and this was probably the only shower session where none of us touched herself. We went to a nice terraced place and had a voracious meal. We smiled all the time and talked about this and that, but never about what had happened between us.
We never took a weekend trip. Weekends became our holy retreat and pleasure time. On my last weekend we actually stayed in bed from Friday night till Monday morning. With the occasional shower and eating in between. I reckon we were the hottest girls in India, at least in Bangalore. By then we had let all pretenses fall and had moaning and screaming orgasms in front of each other.
I’m back home now. And I have to find a noise-insulated apartment for when Sanyukta comes to Melbourne.
