Then I get a message. "I'm out of the shower. Just message me when you get to the door and I'll buzz you up."On my way there, I'm terrified I'll bump ...nto somebody I know, though there's no way of them knowing the slutty thoughts in my head. But I get to the door, message him, and I find myself walking up to the top floor. The door is open as I arrive. I say hi, a little sheepishly, and he says to me just to go to the bedroom while he pours me a whisky. He can tell that I'm nervous, so he pours. He had no deodorant, so my mouth could savor his sweaty taste. It was a clean, almost sweet smell and taste. I licked over to his furry chest, sucking on each nipple (he loved that!), and slowly worked my tongue down his chest and stomach to his belly button. How I tongue-fucked that small and hairy crevice! I guess he was either ticklish or too hot for more, as he pushed my face down into his crotch. Now I could really give his cock the attention it deserved, no worry about someone coming. I was sitting in the ac coach of a train. “Are you going to Delhi?”. “Yes. Its my relative’s marriage”. It was a sudden plan to attend the marriage. This late I thought I was lucky enough to get at least a ticket in the 3rd ac. But in fact, there were very few passengers in the entire coach. In my compartment, there were only three ladies other than me. They seemed to be very friendly and one was just having a conversation with me. “What are you studying?”, she asked. “1st semester physics”.. Me, a perfectly normal, young successful lesbian. OK, mostly lesbian, legal intern. And no, for the record, I am not into S&M, BDSM or whatever the alphabet soup for alternate kinky sex is.It all started 5 days ago, when Marcella, my roommate had to leave on a family emergency. Her mother was really sick, might not survive, yada yada yada. I offer to help her out; meaning, drive her to the airport, water her plants, feed her cat; that sort of thing.Marcella is very cute, and I've had a.