Aditi's Awakening

Aditi Pandya was, by any measure, a successful woman. She was a single mother, divorced, in her 40s, and running one of the largest regional credit unions in Texas. Not only was she in the best shape of her life, she was also enjoying a new and vigorous sex life. The past two years had been spent exploring her sexuality to a higher level than she had ever known in her fifteen years of marriage. For the first time in her life, everything was going right for her.

That was why she had decided it was time for a bold move.

"It's risky," Keira said, peering at Aditi through her silver framed glasses over Zoom. "As a partner in your business, and one who's been in the wealth management space for a while, I have to advise you to think it through."

Aditi nodded. She trusted Keira on matters of business more than anyone. She was her most trusted advisor, and an occasional and exceptional lover. "I truly think this is a good time. I've built up the connections, and I have the cash flow to hire a top tier wealth management team. You've seen the numbers."

Keira shrugged, her short cropped blonde hair bobbing as she did. "If you feel that strongly about it, you should go for it. But as a small regional shop, the team is only part of the story. Clients will want access to you. They need to know you."

Aditi leaned back against the pillows of her bed. Her bathrobe parted slightly, revealing the swell of her breasts. She smirked as Keira's tongue dragged across her lips hungrily. "I think I've proven very persuasive in the past."

Keira laughed and slipped down the shoulders of her house coat. Her pale shoulders were angular and statuesque. "Oh you are persuasive, I know that. But clients are harder to land than partners. So I won't sign off on this until you land one big client."

Aditi pouted as she undid the knot of her bathrobe completely. "Are you sure?"

A low moan crackled over the speakers of her old laptop. "Yes, you bad, bad girl. Now turn over and show me that ass of yours."

Aditi giggled and did as she was bid. The good thing was, she already had a lead. She just needed to land it.

Her hand snaked out to her bedside lamp. The business part of this chat was over.

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She had met Daria Manouzian during negotiations on a complex land development deal in Austin. Several companies were working together, and one of them banked with Aditi's firm. Daria was a much bigger player than Aditi in every sense. She was what folks would call a real estate tycoon, though she preferred to call herself a "developer".

Daria also happened to be beautiful. In her early thirties, with dark brown hair that cascaded down her shoulders, her slender but perky form compressed into a sleek white dress, light brown skin shimmering under the hot sun... well, suffice it to say Aditi had to focus on remaining professional in her presence. But that was what she was doing on this warm autumn day in Austin, sitting across a table from Daria with a cup of coffee in hand.

"I just want you to know, I think you're like, a total badass," Daria said. She raised her sunglasses to reveal her sharp brown eyes. "I've been totally following your career the last few years and you're a rockstar. I'm surprised a big bank hasn't scooped you up."

Aditi blushed and took a sip of her coffee. The place they were at was upscale but not exclusive. It was a coffee place ordinary middle class people would go. Daria just happened to own a penthouse at the top of the building nearby. One of her many penthouses across the world, Aditi would soon find out.

"I've gotten a few people interested but nothing too tempting. Besides, I want to keep growing the business."

Daria smiled. "So cool! Glad you came, I really want to introduce you to my women's business group. And I'm glad you agreed to stay at my hotel." She glanced down at Aditi's bags. "Sure you don't want to drop them off there?"

Aditi shook her head. "No, I can wait. It's not far from here, right?"

"Nope," Daria said. "And I think you'll really like it. It's cute and it's meant to have the vibes of Austin, while still proving luxury." She clapped her hands together excitedly. "Ah! I'm just so glad you agreed to do this Aditi."

Aditi smiled politely. Truth be told, she was nervous. She didn't know how best to try and pitch Daria to try her brand new wealth management team out, nor did she think she would fit in with these business ladies. She was successful, yes, but these women were on a whole different level. And sure, she was in much better shape than she used to be, but... She looked down at her thighs swathed in joggers, embarrassed by their size. Daria was practically a supermodel and she was just a regular suburban mom.

But Aditi didn't say any of that out loud, of course. "I'm excited to meet everyone."

"Yes, we'll be taking my boat out onto the river this afternoon. But we still have a lot of time. How's your son doing?" She took a sip of her coffee.

Aditi was pleasantly surprised that Daria remembered. "He's doing great! Just started the seventh grade but he hasn't gotten all moody yet. He thinks he's so grown up though, wanted to stay by himself this weekend. But I have him staying with my neighbors. They are good people." Especially Dakota, the wife. Aditi knew herverywell.

Daria laughed. "I think you should enjoy him before he becomes moody."

They chit chatted for a while longer about life, skirting around business. Daria had never been married, had no kids, but several nieces and nephews. She spent her time working on her business and traveling the world. It was a life few people could imagine, and yet Aditi was struck by how warm and normal she seemed. She felt not jealousy, but a touch of awe. In her wildest dreams of success, Aditi would be happy to amass a tenth of what Daria had.

Aditi was surprised when Daria grabbed her hands, sending a little jolt through her. "But I admire you because you did it on your own. I mean, I work hard at this, but this is my family business."

Aditi felt her blush return. "That's very kind of you. It wasn't easy, to be sure. But I'm very proud of what I've done for myself and my son."

They parted soon after, and Aditi wasn't sure if she imagined it, but she thought Daria's hug lingered a bit longer than she would have expected.

The hotel was indeed very nice, with service and refreshments offered the moment she entered the door. Her suite overlooked downtown and for a while she stood by the window, sipping a flute of champagne. Aditi ran her feet through the plush threads of the carpet and sat down on the king bed, stretching out luxuriously.

She decided to FaceTime her son, who spent about five minutes giving her "it's fine" and "yeah" over and over before signing off. Aditi sighed - she supposed this was how it would be for a while.

Aditi texted Dakota, her neighbor.All good with Chetan? Not causing any trouble I hope.

Dakota replied soon.All good... thought of you last night.

Aditi smirked.Tell me more.

Dakota replied with a tongue and peach emojis. Aditi felt a flicker of heat below, and spread her legs out on the bed.

She texted back.I like when you do that.

Dakota shot back a taco and tongue emoji, thenI like doing this too. You taste so good.

Aditi sighed and tugged down her joggers. What was the point of a nice hotel room if she couldn't masturbate in it?

Her fingers slipped under the waistband of her panties. She moaned. "Thank god the hotel service is good here," she muttered, glancing at her phone again as it buzzed. Dakota's wispy blonde pubic hairs looked back at her.

Yes, Aditi was definitely going to get her sheets changed after this.

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The boat was not enormous but it was luxurious. Cushioned seats of high quality leather, wood paneling and stylish designs, and a fully integrated stereo system were baked in. Daria gave Aditi a tour, showing off the two bedrooms below deck, each much larger than she would have expected for a boat this size. Of course the upper deck was where the party was, and it was unreal, with two layers and a roof where a DJ was playing. Servers went around taking drink orders and the women wanted for nothing.

Daria did a great job introducing Aditi to people but as she suspected, these women were not her people. One was a CEO of an AI company that made software for a job function she'd never heard of. Another was a producer and talent manager, who kept name-dropping artists Aditi never heard of. But it was still worth it, to smile and talk about her new wealth management venture. To connect on LinkedIn and do the whole dance.

It was scary, but as the margaritas and champagne flowed, and the evening settled in, Aditi started to feel like she could do this.

She could schmooze!

Her eyes always returned to Daria, as the heat of day faded to the pleasant warmth of dusk. In her blue bikini, she was unreal, a chiseled figure of beauty, slender yet voluptuous, graceful yet not dainty. Aditi could barely contain herself as Daria dove from the back of the boat into the water, flashing the pert cheeks of her stunning derrière.

"Come on in everyone," she shrieked, back stroking across the water.

Aditi hesitated but saw everyone was joining. She cast off her coverup and tried not to be self-conscious of the slight jiggle of her ass and thighs in her yellow bikini. She'd come a long way in embracing her body but every woman here was practically a fitness goddess.

She jumped into the water. It was a shock at first, cool and powerful, but she loved it. Aditi whooped with pleasure as she swam over to the lily pad where the women now congregated. One of them, who ran a modeling agency, glanced her over.

"You look a bit like one of my girls," she said, in a lilting English accent.

Aditi flushed. "Thanks, I guess."

The woman, pale and elfin in appearance, shrugged. "I think I might drop her. Plus size does not have staying power."

An awkward silence hit the water. Aditi felt the familiar prickly feeling of shame she'd known for her entire marriage. She had worked so hard to grow and feel sexy, to be sexual, and with a few words, this cruel woman had stripped that from her. Tears sparked in her eyes as she looked down at the water, trying not to meet anyone's gaze.

"That's incredibly rude, Lilith. I think you should apologize."

Aditi stared up, not believing that Daria had actually said it. But she had, and she was staring daggers at Lilith as she did.

Lilith stammered. "I did not mean..."

"Just apologize." Daria's voice was cold.

Lilith looked at Aditi, who still found it hard to make eye contact. "I apologize, Aditi. That was rude of me."

"It's fine," Aditi mumbled. She felt sick. "I'm going back to the boat." She swam back, ignoring the pleas from the other women to return. When she ascended, she swept a towel over her and went below deck, down to one of the bedrooms. She sat down on the bed and started to cry. After all the work she'd done on herself, the sexual growth she'd made, all it took was one nasty comment to reduce her to this. It was shameful.

The door opened and she raised her head, rubbing her red eyes. "Go away," she whispered. "Please."

It was Daria, still dripping wet under her white sarong. She stepped forward, beautiful locks of hair hanging in a loose shroud over her shoulders. "I'm sorry that happened to you. It was so gross." She sat down next to Aditi on the bed, wrapping her arms around the darker-skinned woman.

"It's okay," Aditi mumbled. "I'm not like you and your friends. I don't belong here."

"Yes you do," the Armenian beauty said fiercely, touching Aditi's chin. She pulled the Indian woman's face closer to hers. "You're smart, you're accomplished, and you're fucking sexy! You deserve to be here, more than anyone."

Their faces were now very close together, their breaths intermingling over their damp skin. Aditi wasn't sure who moved first, but she knew that the feeling of Daria's soft lips against hers was nearly enough to make her climax at the start. A soft moan split her lips as their tongues hungrily sought one another out. Daria was eager and her teeth tugged at Aditi's lip. The older woman groaned as she fell back against the bedsheets. Her hands fumbled with the knot of Daria's sarong, releasing the woman's sleek figure from its confines.

Their hands searched each other's bodies eagerly, but Daria made it clear she was in control. She pressed Aditi's arms back onto the bed and straddled the woman's broad hips.

Gasping as their mouths finally parted, drool leaking from her mouth, Aditi could only wriggle and groan with pleasure as Daria kissed her way down her breasts. Her dark curtain of curly hair tickled and teased Aditi effortlessly. She felt Daria's teeth on the simple clasp of her bikini top and shrieked as the talented woman popped it open.

"Daria," Aditi cooed, only to whimper as the younger woman stuffed her own swimwear into her mouth.

"Shh," Daria said, grinning wickedly as she lowered her head over the great expanse of Aditi's breast. "Not a word. I don't want anyone else to see your beautiful body."

Aditi flushed, the wetness between her legs growing hotter and insistent. She arched her back and clamped her teeth down on the meshy fabric of her bikini top as Daria flicked her tongue expertly across her dark, protruding nipples. Daria was strong, and Aditi marveled at how she was able to hold her down even as she twisted and bucked under the leisurely attention of her tongue.

Aditi's eyelids fluttered as the boat rocked beneath them. The air smelled of wetness from the river and their hair, slowly mingling with the scent of pussy. She groaned into her gag as Daria descended lower, kissing and licking across the swell of her belly. She raised her buttocks eagerly to meet Daria's fingers when they touched the waistband of her bottoms.

The smell of her cunt, jasmine and coconut, wafted into the air. Her bottoms slid off her ankles and she spread her legs whorishly, lidded eyes gazing hungrily at the beautiful head that lowered itself between her loins.

"Your cunt's even prettier than I expected." Aditi tilted her head to the side and wriggled her big thighs as Daria's breath whistled through the thicket of her mons. Her pussy quivered under the heat, and she writhed in counterpoint to the rocking of the boat when Daria's long, dexterous tongue lapped at her clitoris. Aditi would have made a trilling shriek were it not for her makeshift gag, and so she was grateful all she could do was curl her fingers into the sheets and hold on for dear life as Daria expertly unraveled her.

The woman had done this before, clearly. She used her tongue first, and then her fingers. Aditi's cunt opened up greedily to accept those digits, pleasurable bursts of excitement sparking through her and down her spine as Daria curled and stroked her just the way she liked it. The bed creaked and the boat bounced, while her hips thrashed. She twisted and squirmed, whining desperately into the muffling fabric of her bikini top. Despite her arms being free they could do little save hold onto the bed and try not to thrash herself onto the floor.

Aditi was no stranger to orgasm, but sometimes, an orgasm could take her by complete surprise. Especially from an unfamiliar tongue.

"Hmmf," she grunted into her gag. Then she felt a hot rushing sensation below, vibrating through the pulsing flesh of her hips, up into her belly. "Hmmf, mmmmgh," she managed, before raising her back high as her cunt fired white hot pleasure in a shooting rush throughout her body. Her scent was now hot and thick in the room, the sheets slippery beneath her from both river damp and arousal. Daria's tongue and fingers did not cease until her quaking thighs shuddered out a final gasp and she lay spent and sprawled on the bed.

A whine squeaked out of her as Daria's fingers retreated, and her gag was removed. Aditi breathed slowly, staring up into the dark, burning eyes of this new paramour, one who seemed to hold her entirely in control.

"You taste even better than you look," Daria said, smiling coyly as she wiped off her mouth with her towel. "And you make the room thick with your odor. Oh, I think I'll have fun with you."

Aditi pushed herself up, still a bit breathless, as she watched Daria sit down in the lounge chair across from the bed. "Should... should we go back up?" Aditi said shyly, suddenly very aware of the fact that Daria was still in her bikini and she was completely naked. She resisted the urge to cover herself up though, because she liked the way the younger woman was studying her, like a work of art to be catalogued and consumed.

"No, not with you smelling of sex." Daria clicked her tongue. "You see, some of the other girls up there might get jealous."

"Of me?" Aditi felt a twinge of pleasure at that thought. That she'd gotten to enjoy Daria's tongue, when some of the others might have wanted to as well.

Daria laughed. "Yes, but also jealous of me. For claiming you. Now get in the shower." She pointed at the bathroom tucked away in the side of the room.

Aditi nodded obediently and walked to the shower. But when she reached to close the door, Daria cleared her throat.

"No. Leave it open." She took out her phone.

Aditi flushed red. "I don't know..."

Daria's face was cold. "Do as I say. You're my toy now, aren't you?"

Aditi felt her cunt whimper, and all resistance fade. She stepped into the shower and turned it on. Her back faced outwards, and she could feel the hot gaze of the other woman upon her... as well as the very cold gaze of her phone.

"That's a nice ass, very nice ass. Now, turn around."

Aditi did as she was bid, her face flaming with humiliation as she displayed her furry loins and large breasts to the camera.

"Wash yourself down there. I can still smell you from here."

A whimper again, this time from her lips. But she obeyed. She washed herself for Daria, because she knew there was no other choice.

And because she so desperately wanted to be her plaything. At least one more time.

When she was done washing her nethers, Daria clicked her phone shut and got up. "I'll have the serving staff bring you some clothes. Then come rejoin the party."

Aditi bit her lip. "Are... are you sure?"

Daria smirked. "Don't worry. I'm not done playing with you. Just be a good girl, and you'll be rewarded."

Aditi couldn't believe that she was almost a decade older than Daria, and yet the younger woman ordered her around like one of her numerous servants. And worse... she liked and obeyed, without question. "Okay, Daria."

"Miss Daria," Daria corrected.

"Yes, Miss Daria. Can I close the shower door now?"

Daria laughed. "Of course, toy. I don't want the servants seeing my prize, after all." With a jaunty wave, she departed the bedroom.

Aditi shut the shower door. She slid her hand between her legs."Fuuuuck,"she moaned. Surely, she could enjoy one more orgasm before she returned to the party.

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Aditi woke up the next morning with a headache and a dry mouth. After she'd dressed and returned to the party, things had become a bit of a blur. Flush with post-coital confidence and joy, she had taken a few shots and indulged in the DJ's pulsing music. Perhaps a bit too much, she mused, as she popped three Advil and swigged water. Since she'd driven to Austin and Daria told her she could check out whenever she wanted, she decided to run herself a bath and watch some TV before making the drive back.

She sank into the water, sighing contentedly as the soothing bath salts kissed her skin. This was the cure for a hangover. As she watched the Real Housewives of a City She Didn't Understand, she was surprised to see her phone buzz. She grabbed it from the side of the tub, expecting Dakota to be calling about Chetan. To her great surprise, it was Daria.