Aditi's Awakening

This story features Aditi, who was in two of my prior works, Debt and Desire, and Cruising with a Carpenter. You don't need to read the others to enjoy this... but if you enjoy this, I'd recommend them. And if you want more Aditi, leave a comment!

Aditi Pandya was a rather ordinary woman in most ways. She was forty-three years old, a mother of one thirteen year old boy, lived in a small house in a Dallas suburb, and owned her own business. Her business was a credit union that served numerous rural Texan communities and she was immensely proud of its impact. She was divorced, which, while unusual and scorned by her Indian community, was certainly not unusual for a woman her age.

What was unusual were the events leading to her divorce. Her husband had embezzled money from their business, and had an affair with one of her male employees. In turn, Aditi had exposed this fraud with the help of a young contract analyst, a woman whom she herself became intimately involved with. A year had passed since then, and in that time, the conservative Indian mother had had sex with a tattooed, muscular lesbian carpenter, and was more confused than ever about her sexuality.

Well, confused about her desires, but certainly full of desire. She had masturbated more in one year than she had in her entire life, and the continuous stream of sexy photographs she shared over text with her prior lovers did not help. Even today, as she pulled up her newest, most professional pair of black underwear, she took a moment to snap a tasteful photo of her round, shiny brown derriere and send it to the two women who had shown her such appreciation in the past.

She fastened the buttons of her skirt and smoothed it down, exhaling. She'd sent her text and now her phone was on do not disturb. Tonight was an important event, and she needed to keep her mind clear. As she fastened her earrings, she rehearsed her talking points. The goal was to find new investors and partners that could take her credit union to the next level. She wanted real investment packages for her customers, most of whom lived check to check, so that they could grow their wealth.

Aditi smiled as she walked down the stairs and saw her son, playing video games on the couch. "I might be late tonight, Chetan. You're thirteen, can you handle the house yourself?"

He rolled his eyes at his mother. "Yeah, I'm not a baby, mom. I can order pizza, right?"

"Use my card. But just for dinner," she said, waving her finger threateningly at him as she laid her card on the kitchen counter. "If there's any other charges, I'll get the chappal." She was joking, of course, and from his snort, he knew it. But there was no chance he'd get away with something like that without a severe tonguelashing.

She opened her phone, and saw two text messages.

Jessica:I miss slapping that ass!

Lisa:Pull the panties down"

Aditi giggled and shifted her legs. She really needed to focus, but it never hurt to have some confidence going into one of these things. Tossing her dark tresses over her shoulders, she walked out the door and towards her car.

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The Regional Banking Conference was in a posh hotel in downtown Dallas. The tables were covered in white fabric and everyone had gilded name tags. Aditi felt self-conscious as she put hers on, knowing that she was one of the smallest banks here. Though it wasn't a place for banks like Wells Fargo or Bank of America, nor were there a lot of small credit unions represented here. She had to hold her head high and schmooze.

A glass of wine provided courage. Very few of the entrees were vegetarian, and that was a disappointment. As she wandered about, she felt nerves settle in. She tried to slide into a few conversations, but she was so small, only about five foot two, and some of the men so tall and so dismissive, she felt washed away by it all. Her hunger only grew with her irritation and marginalization and she found herself standing by the edge of the convention floor, scowling into her wine glass.

"I'm sorry, but is there nothing vegetarian?" she said, a bit more brusquely than she would have liked. The waitress smiled apologetically and said there would be some hummus and pita shortly, then bustled off.

"Typical," a voice said, disapproving. Aditi turned her head to look upon a tall, statuesque woman, about her age. She had blond, short cut hair that stood up a bit, an elegant silver necklace around a thin, crane-like neck. Effortlessly slender in her cocktail dress and heels, with tanned skin, she looked like a young Jamie Lee Curtis, but with more severe grey eyes. "They always treat vegetarians like a second class here in the south. Even in a supposedrealcity like Dallas."

Aditi smiled, relieved to have found an ally. "You sound like you are from the South. As you can tell from my accent, I am not."

"I'm from Nashville," the woman said, taking a delicate sip of her gin and tonic. "Unfortunately. Are you, perchance, from India?"

"Yes. But I've lived in Texas for almost fifteen years now." Aditi took a sip of her wine, trying to be as graceful as the other woman. She was in awe of her height and presence. "I used to live further out in the countryside, where most of my customers are. But I moved here recently." For reasons she probably didn't need to discuss.

"Fascinating." The woman waved over a waitress who finally brought the hummus. "We'll take the whole plate, thank you darling," she said, her eyes giving the girl no chance to fight back. "Why don't you walk with me over to that table and tell me what you do? I'm Keira, by the way. Keira Schalter."

"Aditi Pandya." They shook hands and found a table. Aditi told Keira about her business, and her goals of expanding it, and to her genuine astonishment, the blonde seemed fascinated. She asked questions and probed, and even proposed challenges to her assumptions.

"But how will you balance the need for immediate cash with investments?" Keira said, before taking a nibble at a carrot. Even her eating was genteel, a real southern lady. Aditi felt herself blushing, intimidated and also enthralled by her presence. And she knew so much about finance.

"We're actually looking into using high speed transactions. I know a really smart quantitative mind," Aditi said, neglecting to mention that she had seen that same quantitative mind naked and in the throes of pleasure, "and she's willing to consult with me to implement some models to keep our cash highly liquid and make fast changes."

"That is so intriguing. You don't see a lot of local banks do that sort of thing," Keira said, nodding appreciatively. "You're an ambitious woman. I like that." Her eyes flicked over Aditi, as though sizing her up, and at the same time, undressing her. Aditi's cheeks grew hotter. For the hundredth time, she was thankful for her dark skin concealing her frequent blushes. "I run a family practice with my wife, actually."

"Oh?" Aditi tried not to sound too disappointed. It wasn't as though she'd come here to... network, not in that way. She'd come to actually find people who could help her with her business. Aditi couldn't help her desires lately, though. Perhaps it was the natural result of a divorce, but she needed to get a grip. "How did you two get it started?"

"It's a long story, but she inherited a fund from her father, and I was already running my own private practice. So when we got married, it just made sense to merge the two." Keira sighed. "Truth be told, she's a lot younger than me. Twenty-six, and a complete daddy's girl. Helpless without him, and had everything handed to her. Myself, I had to work for it all. Even tonight, she's not down here with me. Upstairs in her room, watching reality TV." A bitterness entered her steely countenance.

Aditi leaned in, unconsciously, her shoulders shifting inward to convey her sympathy. Her plump lips formed a sad smile. "My ex-husband came from money as well. But he never had a head for managing it. Now, it's all mine. And I won't make the same mistakes he did."

"I am sure you won't. You seem like an incredibly strong woman, Aditi," Keira said. Her fierce grey eyes met Aditi's soft brown ones, and something seemed to crackle between them. Maybe it was the slight haze of the drinks, maybe it was the dim lighting on the convention floor, but there was a magnetism pulling them closer. One step at a time. "I wish we had met earlier. I think we would have been good friends."

One year ago, Aditi would never have been so bold. But a year ago, she was in a sexless, unhappy marriage. Since then she'd had orgasms that made her body rattle and her voice cry out in song. She had given and received pleasure that she could never have imagined before. And she knew that sometimes, she had to do and say what her body told to.

"Just friends?" she said, quirking her lip.

"Very, very, very good friends." Keira's lip curled into a smirk. "Why don't you show me what kind of a friend you'd like to be?"

Aditi looked around. The room was emptying out, but there were still too many people around. She couldn't make out with a stranger here, in front of a room of her peers. "I think I need to powder my nose. How about you?"

Keira laughed. "Oh, I like you. Lead the way."

Aditi walked. She knew her hips swayed and her ass fit her skirt well. She knew that Keira's eyes were fixed on her backside, and could practically feel the burn of her gaze, the hunger in her throat. They walked into the bathroom. Three stalls were there, all open. Aditi walked into the one at the far end and turned around.

Keira pressed into her with force, her mouth finding Aditi's, a hand gripping her neck possessively. With her other hand she shut the door and clicked it shut. Aditi groaned as the foreign tongue invaded her mouth, utterly dominating her, pushing her back up against the commode. Her own hands slid up and down Keira's sides, pawing at her small breasts over the thin fabric of her dress, and the blonde responded by dragging her hands down Aditi's back and squeezing the globes of her ass.

Aditi kissed Keira's neck, moving more by instinct than by plan, sliding down the woman's body, kissing in between her cleavage, pulling at her erect nipples over the dress. She found herself on her knees, prostrate before the towering woman. Keira raised her left leg and set her heel on the seat of the toilet, her dress hiking up to reveal what lay between her legs.

White lace panties, the gusset damp. "Take them off," Keira hissed.

Aditi didn't hesitate. She hooked her fingers into the waistband of the panties and pulled them down to Keira's ankles, where they stretched out and almost broke. The smell of Keira's cunt flooded Aditi's nostrils, minty and fresh. Her well-groomed blonde pubic hairs formed a tight landing strip, above the neatest, most compact looking pussy folds Aditi had ever seen.

"You're so clean and tight down here," Aditi murmured, prodding at the folds with a tentative finger. Keira bit down on her own hand to stifle her moan. "I love your bush."

"If you want yours like that, I'll recommend someone," Keira whispered. There were voices outside the bathroom, but they did not come inside. "I just got them done here in town. For my wife. Like she gives a shit."

"I'm going to enjoy them." Aditi pushed her head forward and began to lap at the tight, pink folds. Keira sank into her with a shudder, and her fresh taste coated Aditi's tongue deliciously. While she had less experience than Keira probably did, Aditi had learned quickly, and she loved that each pussy she'd tasted had a slightly different feel to it. How far she'd come! One year ago, she'd never eaten pussy in her life.

Now she was on her knees in a public restroom, eating out a stranger, and fucking loving it.

Aditi would have loved to take her time, to luxuriate and tease and sniff around Keira's beautiful cunny, but this was not a time for luxuriation. She lapped fast and hard, pushing Keira's button into her mouth and sucking. Keira had bit down into a pulled up strap of her dress to keep from shrieking, as her clitoris, small and beady in Aditi's mouth, seemed to almost pulse with the pleasure skittering through her cunt and up her back. She staggered backwards and gasped, overwhelmed by her orgasm.

Aditi wiped Keira's wetness from her chin, licking up the arousal, savoring and remembering the taste. Keira regained herself, breathing deeply, and pulled up her panties. Aditi was about to ask if it was her turn when Keira came at her with speed and violent desire in her eyes. She yelped as the tall woman pulled her up and pressed her against the stall door. "Hands there. Ass out," Keira growled in her ear. Aditi didn't even dream of disobeying. She felt her skirt hit the ground, cool air hitting her bared ass cheeks.

Keira's strong hands massaged her ass, and her thumbs hooked into Aditi's panties. "Spread your legs, slut," Keira said, and Aditi felt her cunt quiver, aroused by the degrading language. She really was a slut now. No good Indian girl would do something like this, but Aditi didn't care. She spread her legs, and now she was the one with her panties around her ankles. "Step out of them," Keira commanded.

Aditi whimpered and did so. As she did, Keira began to massage her pussy, causing a little drip of arousal to sputter onto the floor. Aditi could smell herself, coconut and jasmine, feel Keira running her fingers through her dark, wiry bush, like she was petting a cat. "Oh, this is a fun little pussy. I love your puffy cunt lips."

Aditi wanted to thank her, to express her gratitude for such praise from a goddess like Keira, but found that her hot, soaked panties were now in her mouth. And she was even more grateful for that, because when Keira slid a finger inside of her, she moaned so loudly, it probably would have been heard in the hotel lobby downstairs.

She had been fucked better before, and she'd been fucked worse. But she had never been fucked likethisbefore.

Her cunt was squelching, making lewd noises and splattering the floor as Keira's powerful fingers pumped mercilessly in and out. Her throat made blubbering, unintelligible noises into the soft fabric of her panties, as her long nails clawed desperately at the stall door. Keira's thumb just barely probed the surface of Aditi's tight asshole, and it was enough to make her come. Her knees buckled and she pressed her face against the door, grunting and panting, her big ass shaking and hips thrusting themselves wantonly upon those fingers.

When it was all said and done, and they'd pulled on their underwear, and stood quietly washing their faces at the bathroom sinks, Aditi could still feel her pussy whining, demanding more, despite how sore it was. God, she really was a slut.

"This was fun," Keira said, smiling, though her expression was subdued. "If you get those high speed transactions working... I'd be interested in investing." She slid her business card across the bathroom counter. "I hope I can count on you to be discreet."

Aditi picked it up, her jaw slack. She nodded, hesitantly. "This never happened. That's what you want, right?"

"Correct. The next time we speak, if it ever comes, it shall only be business." Keira extended a hand to her. Aditi was certain, though she'd washed it thoroughly, she could still smell herself on those fingers.

She shook Keira's hand. "Nice meeting you." She watched as Keira left, and then tucked her card back into her bag. A shrill, girlish giggle escaped her lips as she looked at herself in the mirror. Hair mussed up, makeup smeared, cheeks flushed - she looked every bit the slutty, trashy girl she'd always derided growing up. And she loved it!

Aditi was certain she wouldn't call Keira, though. No point mixing business with pleasure, and in any case, she wanted to remember this as a fun, one-time thing. The woman was married too, and Aditi had no desire to be involved in drama like that again.

She headed out of the bathroom and down to the parking garage. For all she knew, this was the end of this specific story.

Aditi had no idea how wrong she was.

Four Months Later

Four Months Later

Aditi was nervous as she walked out to the pool area. The luxury resort was a gift to herself, after an exceptionally successful year at her business. A weekend getaway, just for her, so she could relax and enjoy herself for once without the pressures of work and motherhood. But she was nervous as she walked by the beautiful men and women, in their stylish swimwear, with toned bodies bronzed by the sun. She was nervous, because underneath her loose coverup, she was wearing a bikini. It was, in fact, the first bikini she had ever owned.

Her parents had never allowed her to buy such a scandalous garment when she was growing up in India, and neither had her husband. But Aditi had been exercising again, eating better, and most importantly, receiving lascivious comments of approval from her long-distance admirers. And so one day, on a whim, she went to a swimwear store and tried on this bikini. She sent pictures to Jessica and Lisa (and almost considered sending one to Keira) and their approval had gotten her so wet she had no choice but to buy the swimsuit immediately, as it could hardly be returned.

But now, as she laid her bag down beside a chair and began to apply sunscreen to her glowing dark skin, she wondered if she could do it. As great as she felt about her body right now, everyone here seemed younger, fitter and more stylish than her. She didn't know if she could flaunt her legs streaked with cellulite and her big ass in front of these skinny, cool people.

So she decided to punt on her decision. She leaned back against the chair and took out her book. It was a decidedly boring book, and as she adjusted her sunglasses and began to read, she suspected she would blend into the background, fade away and be unnoticed. A year ago, that would have been her desire in a place like this, but the new Aditi, the one who enjoyed lustful gazes and sordid sexual dalliances, she wanted more. She wanted those eyes upon her.

And in time, she garnered attention in the strangest way.

The sun was hot and her skin was sticky. The scent of chlorine lingered in the air, mixed with the sweat of people lounging or splashing in the pool. One voice cut through the chatter and noise as Aditi sipped on her pina colada.

"I never thought I'd see someone readingOptions Investing with a Low Cash Flowhere," a lilting, tremulous feminine voice said.

Aditi turned and tried not to gape as possibly the most beautiful woman she'd ever seen lay on the chaise beside her. She wore a skimpy blue bikini, the kind that barely covered anything, showcasing a sleek, youthful figure and rock hard abs. Despite her smaller breasts, the woman was clearly perky and her dark hair cascaded down narrow shoulders. Her eyes were hidden behind expensive Dior sunglasses and Aditi could smell the wealth off her the way a bloodhound scented game.

"Oh, are you... are you familiar with it?" Aditi stammered. She lowered the book. "I work in the industry."

"Same, actually. Family investing practice." The woman rose and extended a hand. "Lily Schalter, Schalter Investing."

Aditi's heart skipped three beats. Schalter Investing? What did she do? Her cheeks flushed. There was no way that this was the wife of the woman she'd fucked in a hotel bathroom. It couldn't be possible. Was Keira here too? She had to behave coolly, as though nothing was happening. And yet, she had to avoid an awkward situation.

"I'm Aditi Pandya," she said, her trembling hand clasping the other woman's and shaking it gingerly. "I think I actually met someone from your firm once. Keira? At a convention in Dallas."