In House Training

In-house Training By Alisha

Note : The incidents described in this story are real, the names have been changed. Send your comments/suggestions to alisha69ksk@rediffmail.com

I work in a public sector financial institution as an auditor. We have to travel a lot to inspect different offices and audit their accounts. An auditor has immense power especially in case of government departments. If we write some comments about misappropriation in the procedures affected the life of an employee can be a mess. Therefore we enjoy immense power and we command respect even from the top officials of the branches. They are ready to do anything just to keep us in good spirits. There is a conference and one week in-house training in our department each year. The conference will be normally conducted in some tourist places and good accommodation is provided. We are not allowed to skip this one week training whatever may be the excuse.

I got communication to attend the training last year in a most unfortunate time. My daughter was admitted to hospital and I was very anxious to sit with her. But my boss told me that the venue of the conference is at Cochin my native place and I can take my daughter along with me with full expense. So I started to Cochin along with my daughter by flight. It was my first flight journey. I was entitled to travel only by first class train. My ambition to fly came true and I was happy to take my daughter also with me. When we landed at the airport, the PRO of our department was waiting with a placard with label of our company and I walked to him. He gave me address of the hotel and informed me that the accommodation was arranged in a sharing basis. We three women were allotted a suit. I was not in a mood to go directly to the hotel. I took a taxi and went to my parents. I was visiting them after a long gap of six months. My mother told me that she would take care of my daughter and she would not allow her to be taken to my hotel. As per rule we were to stay at the place were training is conducted. The training can be extended up to nights and there were normally so many parties. My family did not know that I drink and I decided better to stay away from my parents at the hotel. Also I did not have to worry about my daughter's health as she was in safe hands.

So by evening I returned to the Airlines hotel at which I was allotted accommodation. The suit was very spacious and three double beds were in the suit. When I reached the suit I found that it has already been occupied. My roommates were already arrived. One of them was a recently married woman and she had come with her husband. They were eager to spend time together and therefore she told us that she may be living in another room and we may report that she stayed with us, to get her allowances. We agreed to help her, she left us saying that they may join at dinner time. I introduced myself to the other lady. She was from Madras and aged about 45 years. Her name was Malasree. She was very plump and senior to me in hierarchy. When our promotion reviews are conducted senior people would be in the board. Therefore keeping our seniors in good spirits will always help us in promotion interviews. I was thus determined to make acquaintances with her and other senior members. She was taller than me and she seemed to be a beauty in her prime time. I suspected she might be around the menopause stage now.

It was about 6 pm. Our colleagues were reporting one by one. Most of them were arranged accommodation in another posh hotel, each having a double room. Somehow they arranged to allot one suit for three ladies in our case. My roommate told me that we may get ready for dinner at 8 pm and asked me to help her in doing some shopping before that. She did not know our native language, so she liked my company for making bargaining at shops. I was ready to please her in whatever way she needed. She then told me that she came by train and she was getting tired and a bath would refresh her spirits. While she was changing dresses she enquired about my family and other personnel things. While talking to me, she removed her sary and was standing there in a skirt and blouse. Her midriff was visible to me. She had a big navel, which caught my attraction. It could accommodate a big lemon. I have never seen such a big navel. She was wearing a red color pantie, which was visible through her satin skirt. I wonder how did she accommodate her buttocks into a normal panty as it was very big, about double the size than mine. In India Gujarath is famous for big buttocks ladies. If you find a lady with an abundant buttocks you can think she is a native of Gujarath. But my roomy Mala was from Madras only. Anyway I thought I had been naughty to look at her for more than a reasonable time. But she did not mind it. She then took a towel, a bottle of oil and soap from her bag and proceeded to the bathroom.

I heard the bathroom door bolted from inside. But even after ten minutes there was no sound of water running. I thought a bath might refresh me also. So I too was planning to bath after my room mate is finished. After around ten minutes I heard the sound of shower running. I guessed she was of habit to take leisure baths and I did not expect her to finish her bath before thirty minutes. So I relaxed lying on the kingsize bed. The bed was foam and very comfortable. I thought about how many couple had made love on this bed before me. To sleep alone in such a comfortable bed was like a sin. I took one women's magazine and started reading it. I was awoke from my thought by a shriek sound coming from the bath room. "Alisha, come here ,please help" , my senior was crying from the bathroom.

I jumped toward the bathroom. Mala was standing there half nude turning away from me. She was wearing the towel around her body. But it barely covered any of her parts. It was very small suited only for drying the hair. The towel was dry and I guessed she wore it just before calling me. She was scratching her back frantically and told me that some insect had bit her back while taking the bath. There was some reddish mark on her back. But I could not see any insect in the bathroom. It was very clean and neatly maintained. There was her bottle of oil half empty and she might have been applying it generously on her body. Her skin was glistening with coated oil. She asked me to inspect the red mark and check whether any medication is required. She was turning away from me. I put my hands on her back and wondered how smooth was it at this age. She was maintaining her body well. I rubbed my fingers on the red mark and due to the slippery smoothness my hands were finding it difficult to press on the specified point. I moved my palms all over her smooth back and I offered her that I would apply soap to her back and wash the oiliness away and then inspect more closely. She did not say anything. I then took her soap and applied into a good lather and soaped her wide back. It was like an elephant's forehead but very smooth. I applied soap all over her smooth back and scratched around her neck to remove the possible dirt which usually attenuate there in case of women. She seemed tickled by my touch around her neck as I could see goose bumps arising there. I decided to wash her back and leave the room. So I tried to open the shower. But her hands were put on mine so as to prevent me and she turned to face me and offered me the privilege of seeing her frontal nudity.

I was stunned by the sight of her big boobs. They were almost 45D if such a size exists. They were dangling like two water melons. "Alisha, your hands are so smooth, I like the way you soap me, it remembers me about my nanny who used to bath me in my childhood, please wash my boobs too",Mala told me. I was thrilled at her request. If I had been in her place I would have died of shame. I was so shy that at the delivery time, my doctors were scolding me for trying to shield my pussy even at the time of writhing in pain. But Mala did not seem to mind allowing another woman to soap her boobs. I was happy to oblige due to two reasons. One I was secretly longing to see her nudity. Whenever I see another woman I feel an urge to see her tits and pussy naked. This may be due the fact that there is a streak of lesbianism in me. I never get thrill seeing men's nudity. But when I see a good navel, or a smooth back, or an armpit with slight stubbles I feel my pussy oozing and I will rub my thighs together to cure the itch. The second reason was obviously the possibility of her help during my promotion time.

I decided to please her with my skills. I made a good lather and applies it to her mammoth breasts alternatively. Then I moved my palm around her globes alternatively. I loved the feeling of touch. As she had oiled her breasts it was so silky and so creamy. I put side of my hand between her breasts and cleaned the channel by rubbing. Then I soaped her boobs carefully, I was feeling like I was moving a big mammoth computer mouse. Soon I could feel that her nipples are getting big in my hands. I was thrilled at this. It indicated that I was arousing her. I felt a cruel pleasure in making an old lady and a possible boss who was matured to a stage of sexual stimulation. I then moved to her backside and applied my hands on each boob, cuddling them from its outer diameter and closing in to the nipples. She was silent, but I noticed that she was hiking her heels from the floor as if in some ecstasy. Soon I was pinching her nipples from behind. It was enlarged to the size of 303 bullets. Then I kneeled before her and started lathering her navel and belly. She was wearing the towel at midriff. But I could see her big pussy through the gap. It was also coated with oil and it looked like a small forest to me. Then Mala told me she would take care of the rest and I relieved to the bedroom.

The shower was running for about half an hour again. And she emerged from the bathroom humming a song and with a blush on her face. She took a dryer from her bag and switched it on and started drying her hair. She asked me to proceed to bath, so that we can go for shopping soon. I took my towel and entered the bathroom and bolted the door. I removed my clothes and stood there naked for a while. Then I proceeded to start the shower. Then I saw Mala's panties and black brassieres hanging on the shower stand. I was curious and reached my hand above to take it. It was higher than my reach, so I had to jump to take it. Mala being taller than me could have put it there at ease. I felt she had done it in a hurry because there were enough pegs to hang them on and she had missed them. I took the panties and inspected it closely. It was silky and red colour. I moved my fingers on the material and felt the silkiness. I measured the elasticity and I found that it was smaller in size than I expected. I longed for an opportunity to see her wearing them. I go crazy imagining a woman putting her one leg into the panty hole and then her other leg and then the process of yanking it up and inspecting the fitting in a mirror. I used to do this in front of a mirror when I am alone and love to watch the image of me, fantasizing that it is another woman doing the same and I am a voyeur who got the privilege of watching the spectacle.

I spread her big panties and looked for any wet spots. Normally ladies panties have got an ugly look at the point where the pussy hole meets the garment. I have seen panties lying with acidic mark hanging when I stayed at hostels. Each panty will have its center burned like some acid has been poured there. Women make others shy by remarking at it. Thus in hostels we do not hang our old panties out in order to avoid comments from others. I often wondered about the power of our pussy juice making expensive material drilled within days. Mala obviously had bought them recently. It had no acid patches, It had a fragrance. I sniffed at it and inhaled the perfume. It was aphrodisiac to my nostrils. I guessed she might have applied some body spray into her panties or Mala's pussy is a delicious one. Then I reached above and took the black brassieres. It was double the size of my breasts. I sniffed at the inside of it, but could inhale only the smell of sweat and perspiration. I would have spent ten minutes in the bathroom and I thought Mala might also be doubting why I took so much time without opening the shower. I suddenly opened the shower and water started falling down. But I didn't stand under it and I continued to sniff her panties for some more time. Then I heard knock at the door, Mala was knocking and saying something. I opened the door slightly and hid my body from her view by positioning the door and asked what did she want. Mala told me that she was sorry to disturb me, but she had forgotten to take her panties and requested me to give it to her. I cursed my mistake, she could see the shower stand and could see the panties were not in the place. Any fool could have guessed that I had taken them purposefully and I was thinking badly to offer some explanation. But Mala pushed the door wide and entered into the bathroom. "Oh, Alisha, you have taken my panties, and was smelling it I guess, don't worry dear. We all do the same. Don't be embarrassed, ok dear, how is it, how do you smell it, is it nice?", Mala asked me. I never felt ashamed in my life like on that day. I could offer her no explanation to my misbehavior. But Mala did not press anything and she started kissing me. She hugged me close, and showered kisses on my forehead, ears, ear lobes, eyes, nose and finally on my lips. She moved me to the running shower and made me stood under the shower, turning away from her, and then turning towards her, again she moved me kneeling under the shower. I was like a child who is being bathed by her mother or nanny. She stopped the shower and started applying soap on me. She first soaped my neck and cleaned it. Then she removed my chain and started rubbing the cleavage. Then she applied soap to my breasts. I was shivering under her touch. I felt goose bumps all over my body. She pressed my boobs in all possible ways, she gave me pleasure in different types. She was an expert in manipulating breasts. She made my nipples jutting frantically out as if to tear away from my body. She then applied lather under my belly. While she was lathering my belly and my bush, she was kneeling before me. She told me, "Dear I want to bite your bubbies and eat you, yes dear, look at these dear nipples, how they are getting large. See they look like little penis. Ah, dear, you have a nice bush, I guessed it dear. No, stand there, let me lather, yes, no dear I don't hurt you." "Let me clean your pee hole, I will use some hot water, yes, you can get much pleasure by washing your pussy by hot water and then cold water, like this. See how your cunt shivers and soon get warm. You should practice this everyday, it will clear all dirt from your pussy. Your husband will not take his mouth from there. I assure you, he will forget about fucking you, he will be eating you forever." Mala was saying so many things in one breath. "Have you applied shower to your pussy, see like this, you make water at its maximum force and stand like this.", she was guiding me to apply water at it maximum strength directly on my clitoris. She put her finger to my pussy top and took the clitoris out. It was aroused to the maximum. She applied her hot and cold technique on my clit, I never felt this much pleasure from taking a bath. "Oh,oooh..ooooha ha ha ...oo ...", I reached my climax and fell into the floor. I lay there for some time. Then Mala made me stand and closed the water. She lead me to the bedroom. She put me before the mirror and dried me using towel. She dried my armpits and bush. She used her hair dryer to my pussy bush. The hot air coming from the drier excited me. She then stopped the drier and keeping me standing nude before the mirror, used the soft rounded handle of her hair drier like a dildo into my pussy. I though my cunt was dried up. But soon a wetness started to spread all over my cunt. She was an expert in masturbating using her hair drier. She applied it in different angles and different thrusts into my pussy hole. My husband could never give me such pleasure like this hair drier handle. How did Mala master all these techniques I wondered. Soon I was made into another spasm.

She then asked me to dress and we proceeded to do shopping. Cochin is beautiful at night. The sea breeze cools our nerves and make our heart warm. The streets are less crowded , there are so many parks and the fragrance of different flowers enthralls us. We will soon be elevated into a romantic mood. Cochin is a harbour city. It has got fame as one of the best natural harbours in India. We purchased some antiques from the Jews Street. My native acquaintance helped us making good bargains. We bought some clothes for our children. We walked along the streets chatting about our official matters. She told me about her family. Her husband was an exporter at Madras. He spent most of his time in making parties and drinking. Malasree has to act as hostess on these parties and she told me that her husband encourages to make more amorous relations with highly connected people who he invites to his parties. She was angry with such exploitations from her husband. She told me she had a lover in college days and she could not marry him, as he was from poor backgrounds. Her lover could not get courage to elope with her and marry. She told me all men are selfish and cowards. She was the lone child in her family. She was brought up with much freedom and she was a tomboy in her school. She then told me about how she started sexual relations with same sex. We proceeded to take dinner at 8 pm at the same hotel.

To be continued in next chapter.

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