Aditi's Awakening

This story features Aditi, a character in a few of my other stories. No knowledge of my prior stories is required to enjoy this tale, but if you like it, please read the others and leave comments if you want more adventures from her... or any of the other characters in this story.

Day One

Day One

Aditi Pandya sighed as she looked in the mirror of her car window. To say that she was nervous was an understatement. Big Indian weddings were always a chaotic event with tempers flying at the best of time, but this was a Pandya family wedding. Her family was known for their incredibly embarrassing fights in public, general dysfunction, and high-strung brides. Thankfully, her cousin Shruti was one of the few sane ones in her family, and this was her daughter's wedding. But that didn't mean her aunt wasn't going to make a bunch of snide remarks about her and how she needed a man.

She hopped out of the car and grabbed her son's arm. "Chetan, don't run, I don't want you to trip over the mud here and ruin your clothes before the sangeet." The dance and song event that happened on the Friday of an Indian wedding was always a lot of fun, unless you were family and had obligations. Fortunately for her, she had far fewer obligations than almost everyone else in her family attending.

That was because she was divorced. The shame of any Indian family, and an immediate indication that she was untrustworthy of any public facing duty. The only duty she had in fact been given, actually, was closing out the bar tab at the end of the night. A duty which was rather unseemly for a woman to take on, but apparently that was how low divorcees ranked in Indian familial impression. Much to her irritation.

"I won't run over the mud, Ma, I want to play with my friends!" Chetan protested. All of ten years old, he was her pride and joy. That and the major credit union she ran all by herself, now that her husband was out of the picture.

"Okay, okay," she said. She could see some of his young cousins on a playground next to the theater hall. "I'm going to the venue. Behave and don't ruin your clothes. You come inside at 7PM, okay?"

Chetan tapped his watch and grinned under a shock of black hair. "Yes, Ma!"

She shook her head and smiled as he ran off. It was something else being a kid. She walked into the theater, slinging her bag over her shoulder. She was dressed in a long, festively colored tunic and flowing trousers, the salwar kameez, and jewelry on her wrists and earrings that were meant to be flashy but not too flashy. The trousers were a little loose on her but she had lost some weight recently. In fact, the year since she'd been divorced had been quite... an experience. She walked with a newfound confidence, her dark skin and round cheeks glowing, and her hair sleek and plaited back long over her shoulders.

"Aditi!" A squealing voice called out to her. It was Shruti. "So, so, so good to see you." Aditi hugged her eagerly, grateful to see her favorite cousin.

"So many congratulations, Shruti." She looked amazing, in opalescent blue and green, dressed like the mother of the daughter should.

Shruti had so many things to say and so many people for Aditi to talk to, and she found herself swept along in a bit of a current. There were old friends, old family members, and little kids to meet. Most of this was delightful, but of course there were some awkward encounters. Friends of her husband, relatives who lamented at her divorce, people who dolefully expressed their wishes that Chetan would turn out okay.

Her irritation simmered but she kept it under check. She sat through the recital, just one table from the head table, and made small talk with her elders and her youngers. Chetan, very thankfully, did not make a mess of himself, and gave no adult a reason to scold her for being a wayward mother. She had only one glass of wine at dinner, and she regretted that from the looks she got from some of the older women.

After dinner, people mingled around the bar and the pond in the back and Aditi found herself avoiding her cousins. Everyone was married, or about to be, or too young to be, and she was a forty-three year old single mother. She found herself leaning against the railing as she looked over the pond. As beautiful as it was under starlight, her bitterness simmered. Even the laughter of her son and their friends as they ran around chasing each other with balloons did little to temper it.

"You want a glass of champagne?'

Aditi glanced at her side. A waitress stood next to her, a young white woman with short cropped hair and a piercing in her nose, dressed in the standard black and white getup of wedding staff. Her eyes looked almost sympathetic as she held out the tray.

"I'd like one, but I'm afraid of being crucified." Aditi smiled bitterly as she turned around and leaned her back against the railing.

"Weddings are a little crazy, huh?" The waitress said, smiling. She had a nice smile. Aditi didn't want to notice it. The past year had been an exploration of her sexual desires previously denied to her, but the waitress was half her age and this was an extremely inappropriate time to think someone was cute. "Look, no one's taking the champagne, cause the old men are only drinking whiskey, the young men are drinking beers, the young women are having wine, and the older women aren't drinking anything. So if you could take some, I'd consider it a huge win for me personally." She winked at Aditi.

Aditi didn't know how to respond to that, except that she definitely didn't want this waitress to think she was old. "Okay, then," she said, grabbing the glass. "But do me a favor, can you find me later and just give me a Diet Coke?"

The waitress grinned. Aditi could have sworn she looked her over. "I'll beabsolutelycertain to find you."

Aditi felt her cheeks warm a touch. There was no way a twenty-something waitress was flirting with her, a forty-something Indian mom. But it was nice to be smiled at today, honestly.

"Thanks... uh, Val," Aditi said, her voice lilting in that traditional Indian tilt.

"I like the way you say my name, ma'am," Val said. She winked again and walked away. Aditi tried not to check out her ass, but felt she was unsuccessful.

The night went on and wound towards a close. True to her word, Val always brought Aditi a Diet Coke whenever she was running low. And she delivered it with a wink, and what Aditi was certain was the occasional look at her cleavage or her bum. What was going on?

It didn't matter. She was here on family business. She ignored her bodily instincts, despite how powerful they had been since her divorce, and made sure to stay nice and sober until the end of the event. She even managed to make nice with her cousins and gain intros to a very pleasant young married couple, the Guptas. They were both doctors, and seemed genuinely fascinated with her credit union work.

"Honest to god Aditi," Jay Gupta said, sipping his beer, "many of my patients use your credit union, and you provide excellent loan lines when times are tough. I don't know how you manage it so well, especially since you had to go through that nasty business with your husband."

His wife, Laura, a young Latina woman with curly hair and curves to rival Aditi's, slapped his arm. "Oh my god, Jay, don't be an ass." They both spoke in perfect American accents, which made Aditi feel a tiny bit inferior, even when they were being nice to her. "He really means that in a good way, Aditi. I'm sorry to even mention the gossip, cause it's not fair, but we know you've been through a lot and you're clearly such a strong and successful woman."

She felt her cheeks heat up again, but thankfully for a less tawdry reason. "I appreciate that so much. And if you ever need our services..."

They laughed. "Ask us again in a year. I do hate our current checking services," Jay said. He glanced at his watch and cursed. "Ah, shit, we should head to the hotel. Pleasure to meet you, Aditi. Congrats again to your cousin." He shook her hand.

"So nice to meet you!" Laura gave her a hug. They were among the last people to leave the bar. It was time for her to settle the bill.

Aditi met the theater manager at the front desk and picked up the requisite paperwork. Shruti was going to pay her back for everything, but she wanted to make sure it all looked in order, so she spent a solid twenty minutes on review. Chetan was staying at Shruti's hotel, just fifteen minutes from here, playing with his cousins, while she finished her work. She didn't want to keep him waiting, but hopefully he was having fun.

She sat at the bar and worked her way through them. Aditi was about to sign the last one when she heard a familiar voice.

"Hey."

She looked up at Val and took off her reading glasses. It embarrassed her that she had been wearing them, as if she had something to prove to this young woman. As if she wasn't actually in her forties.

"Hi," she said, smiling. The woman's green eyes were quite intense, and they seemed almost to look through her clothes. "I was just wrapping up. Sorry for staying so long."

Val smiled in that roguish fashion that made Aditi nervous. "No worries. I'm on lockup duty today, so I can takecareof you whenever I'm done."

"I was just finishing." She took a drink from her glass of diluted Diet Coke.

"Do you need a fresh drink?"

"Oh no, that's okay."

Val leaned in closer. Her breath warmed Aditi's ear. "Have a drink with me."

"My son is with my cousin..." Aditi's cheeks were hot again, her nethers warming too. What a terrible answer! Why couldn't she say no?

Val smirked, her nose wrinkling. The piercing sparkled under the light. "It'll be fun. Ask your cousin if she can keep him longer."

"I don't know," Aditi muttered, half-heartedly.

Val put her hand on Aditi's. "I saw you looking at me."

Aditi was melting. "Oh, god, why..." Val pressed her mouth against hers. Their tongues met, fought, pressed against one another. She broke away, gasping. "I can't! My family was here. They can't know."

Val laughed. "I'm very discreet. How do you think I've kept this job so long?" She pulled Aditi out of her seat. Her hands settled on Aditi's wide hips. The taller woman leaned over and pulled Aditi in. Their mouths met again, hungrier, more desperate. It felt good, easy, wrong, right.

Aditi wanted this. Wasn't she owed it? Hadn't she suffered through so many years with that man, who never met her needs? Here was a beautiful young woman who wanted her. How could she say no?

"I need... to call... ask for... time... make excuse," she mumbled in between kisses. Val's tongue was long and strong and insistent. She could only imagine how it would feel on the rest of her body.

In fact, imagination wasn't enough. She needed to know.

She pulled away again. Her breath came in short puffs, and so did Val. "Cameras, in here?" she managed, pointing up.

"Deleted every 24 hours. No one checks unless there's a crime reported. And I know the private spots." Val wiped her mouth. Her pale cheeks were flushed red now, the top buttons of her blouse loose so Aditi could see her aroused flesh, the rise of her breasts. She pulled out her phone.

She asked if Chetan could stay until 12. There was a missing paper and she needed to wait for the bar to print it out at FedEx. Shruti didn't even question it.

"Are you okay, Chetan? You want to play more?" she said to him, her body quivering with physical need, her heart clenching with whorish guilt. Aditi was unsurprised to hear that he'd be happy to stay another two hours.

Aditi hung up and put her phone in her bag. She looked at Val and grinned, an entirely different look on her face. Aditi the good Indian mom was off the clock.

Aditi the bad girl was ready for duty.

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Val took her into the employees' locker room. They stumbled around, backs crashing into metal lockers as they made out, their breathing heavy and their hands fumbling with each other's clothes. Aditi groaned into Val's mouth as she felt her big, wide hand massaging her cunt over her clothes, and she pushed the young woman down onto a changing bench. Her fingers fumbled with the buttons of her blouse, as Val unzipped her trousers and flung them off.

"Someone's eager now," Val teased, spreading her legs apart and raising them. Blue panties and a matching bra were all she wore now. She was skinny and pale, with a piercing in her navel to match the one in her nose. "What happened to shy mommy?"

"Shy mommy shall give you a spanking if you keep that up," Aditi growled.

Val arched her back and licked her lips. "Yes, please, mommy."

She was ravenous as she pulled off her own blouse. Val sat up on the bench and yanked down her trousers for her. She eagerly stepped out of them. Now they were both in their underwear, and unable to resist each other, began to kiss again, sitting on the bench. Val slipped her fingers into Aditi's panties, while Aditi undid Val's bra. She moaned at the sight of those perky breasts, one of them pierced just as her navel and nose. Val was rubbing her down there now, her panties getting damp, and she twisted her body to let the woman untie her bra. Their tongues and teeth battled incessantly as they stripped off their underwear, and soon sat facing each other fully naked on the changing bench.

Aditi's heavy breasts, dark nipples erect, were soon in Val's mouth, as the jasmine and coconut scent of her thick and wiry bush rose into the air. Val for her part found her pierced clitoris the subject of Aditi's long-nailed fingers undivided attention.

"Oh mommy," Val moaned, loosing Aditi's nipple. "Mommy, please."

Aditi found that she didn't mind being called Mommy. Certainly when this young woman was clearly a naughty girl in need of a mommy to take care of her. "On all fours, naughty girl. Time for Mommy's spanking."

"Oh yes, Mommy, yes," Val said eagerly, obeying and turning herself over, displaying her pale, skinny backside to her new mistress. Her pussy was pink and shaved, glistening with arousal. She smelled cool and minty.

Aditi rose and looked around. Her eyes gleamed when she saw something she could use to inflict a little punishment. A yardstick in the corner of the room fit nicely in her hand. She tapped it gently against Val's left buttcheek. "Is Val ready?"

"Yes, Mommy, please!"

She gave her a light tap on her ass. Val winced. She tapped the other cheek. Val's body trembled. Aditi did it again, harder. Val yelped.

"Say thank you!"Crack.

"Thank you, Mommy!"

"Say thank you!"Crack.

"Thank you, Mommy!"

"Say thank you!"Crack.

"Thank you, Mommy!"

With each crack, Aditi swung harder and Val shrieked at a higher pitch. In correlation, her cunt dripped more, slicking her spreading legs. Her labia grew unfurled, as did Aditi's. The smell of pussy rose hot in the air. Stripes of red formed on Val's pallid skin, creating a glowing pattern on her lovely derriere.

Aditi finished with a final, very delicate tap on Val's clitoral piercing. "Oh, oh, oh, god, oh fuck, oh fuck, thank you Mommy!" Val managed to yelp out.

"Good girl," Aditi said, rubbing down her bottom, massaging her as she winced and shifted her ass. "Lie on your back."

Val rolled over, tears sparking in her eyes as she laid her ass down. Her skin was so beautiful and meant for more. Aditi climbed on top of her and kissed her, caressed her hair and neck. "Beautiful girl, good girl, Mommy's going to take care of you." She had never really done such things before, but it felt natural here.

"Oh, thank you, Mommy," Val moaned, spreading herself out. Aditi turned herself around so that her knees lay on the other side of the bench, above Val's head. She looked at Val's face upside down.

She kissed Val on the nose, on her piercing. She kissed her on her mouth. She kissed her way down her jaw, down her neck. She kissed her shoulders. She kissed and licked her nipples. She used her teeth to tug on the piercing, while her fingers stroked and eased their way inside of the young woman. Val sighed and shifted and twisted her body as Aditi snaked her way down. Aditi sucked on Val's navel ring, while her two fingers pushed in and out of Val's pussy.

"Mngh... mommy... ungh," Val managed to shriek out, as Aditi ventured lower, kissing her denuded landscape. She used her breath to warm Val's clitoris, before lowering her head and lapping at it dutifully, generously. Her fingers curled inside Val, making her hips quiver and gyrate, her ass slap against the hard wood of the bench. She brought her just to the edge with her mouth and tongue and retreated, over and over again, ignoring Val's pleas.

Then she scooted herself forward and off the bench, now standing with her loins placed directly above Val's face. She could feel herself dripping down, could smell her odor, strong and thick and feminine and rich.

"Oh fuuuu-" Val's voice was cut off as she was smothered under the massive landscape of Aditi's ass. She resumed her consumption of Val's loins, reintroducing tongue and fingers, but at the same time, she flexed her ass mercilessly, rubbing her cunt and asshole back and forth across Val's tongue and face. She winced as the nose piercing rubbed her clitoris, sending sparks of pleasurable pain through her skin.

Their climax was not long from this. Val gasped and twisted her reedy body, her moans muffled under the bulk of Aditi's ass. Her smear marked the table. Aditi's cries were subdued, her orgasm quick and violent. She felt it most strongly in her nipples and rippling across her skin, culminating in a low, earthy groan that seemed to rattle the metal doors of the lockers.

They used the showers after, Aditi unwilling to leave stinking of sex, and dressed in near silence.

"Not a word," Aditi said coolly, as she pulled on her trousers.

Val shook her head. Her cheeks were still flushed. She buttoned her shirt up. "The only word to say is fucking thanks." She whistled. "What a fuck!"

Aditi was still blushing when she left the building. Little did she know, this was only the beginning of the wildest wedding weekend of her life.

Day Two

Day Two

She woke in the morning in her own bed, an aching need between her legs. The soreness from her escapades the previous night had not fully subsided, but her lust was stronger. She opened her bedside drawer and slid out a small purple vibrator. Her first female lover had used one on her, and ever since then it had remained her favorite way to masturbate.

Aditi sighed, the warm buzzing sound muffled by her thick blanket. She spread her legs wide below, her free hand reaching her t-shirt to tug at her nipples. Her eyelids fluttered, flashes of warmly lit ceiling interspersed with recalled images of Val's pale buttocks, striped red from her work. She'd never done something like that to another woman before, but it had come so naturally, as if by instinct.

Once she had been a dutiful mother and wife. She liked to think she was still a wonderful mother and a successful businesswoman. But there was now another part of her life that she could not help but give into, to indulge in. Were these urges wrong? Certainly her family and her community would never understand her need for sexual exploits like the one from the previous night.

Her pajamas were soaking. She stuffed her mouth into her pillowcase to stifle her light, whimpering cries. Aditi was so close, so ready...

Banging at her bedroom door. "Ma! Wake up. Auntie Shruti is here. We have to get ready."

Shit. She clicked the vibrator off. Aditi hoped her son hadn't heard the buzzing or her voice. She tucked it into the bedstand drawer. "Okay, beta, go downstairs and offer them some tea, I'll be right down."