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This is a story of the night we had a most unexpected encounter. By 'we' I mean me and my cousin Rashmi. Both of us are 23 years old and live together. This works out great because Rashmi and I are truly the best of friends and we love to spend time with each other, whether it is shopping or clubbing or spending a night in and watching movies. We also love sleeping with each other. When I say 'sleep' I don't mean just sleep -- Rashmi and I discovered the pleasure we could give each other as teenagers and love to bring each other to frequent orgasms. This doesn't mean that we have any issues with going out with boys. We are not jealous and being conscious of the Indian society we live in, we try to behave like good Indian girls who are interested in boys. And we are definitely interested in boys, they have something else they bring to sex, but it is nothing like being with a girl, and we enjoy both the feelings.
Rashmi is the elder one, but I am more assertive most of the time so usually she follows my lead. She is a little shorter than me and her figure is more rounded. She has the most awesome curves and the best breasts anyone could hope for. They always spill out from my hands when I try to squeeze them. Her hips are also broader than mine and she can fill out a tight jeans like no one else. Every time I see her in her favourite pair of jeans, I can't help but touch her round butt.
I am a little bit taller than Rashmi and leaner. Even though my breasts are a little smaller, they are still a satisfying size and Rashmi says they are exactly right for sucking. My best feature I feel is my flat abdomen. I love to wear clothes where I can show it off to its best advantage.
We are modern girls even though we come from a smaller town, but after being allowed to go to college in big cities and then getting jobs and staying there, we can come and go as we please with no one to tell us what to do. As long as we meet one of our relatives who lives in the city for festivals and other holidays and keep calling back home every few days, we get to do as we like. And we take full advantage of this. We go out often and usually we get male 'bodyguards' to accompany us when we want with carefully cultivated close few 'boyfriends' that we have, though sometimes we like to go out alone and we are always careful in these days of being girls out alone.
This is the story of one such night, where after we both came home from work, we decided to go out clubbing as we usually do, but without our male friends this time. We wanted a true girl's night out where we could party and abandon ourselves to drinking and dancing and then we had planned to come back and have an 'after party' with just the two of us. We both knew and looked forward to how the night was going to end.
We started getting into the mood as soon as we had our showers and were getting ready. We naturally walked naked in front of each other all the time instead of being shy and covering ourselves. So after the shower, as I came out, I saw Rashmi in front of her wardrobe, thinking about what to wear. She had her hair wrapped in a towel just like I had, but otherwise there was nothing else covering her body. As soon as I rubbed myself dry, I also discarded my towel and sneaked up behind her. I put my arms around her and cupped her gorgeous tits.
"What are you going to wear?" I asked.
"I don't know," she replied, "how about the black top and my tight jeans?"
"Hmmm..." I considered it. "Wear the silver satin one," I commanded, "It drapes over your tits quite nicely, and with so much of your back bare, I am going to just love brushing you casually."
I moved my mouth over the nape of her neck and gave her a warm open-mouthed kiss. My hands gently massed her big boobs.
She giggled. "Keep that on and we will just end up staying at home," she cautioned. "I just showered and I will again start flowing with pussy juices if you don't stop. Wait until the night when we come back and then you can play with them as much as you want."
"Promise?" I asked.
"Babli, when have I ever stopped you from touching my body?' she asked as a reply.
"Never," I said. "That's why I love you so much, my sexy cousin."
With a parting squeeze to her gorgeous tits, I moved away to my own wardrobe. We dressed for the nightclub very carefully, just a little sexy without appearing like sluts. I wore my new low rise jeans and a tank top with high heels, showing my bare stomach, while Rashmi put on her tight jeans and the silver top I suggested, also wearing high heels. We added perfect make up, took our time with our hair and we were ready.
Rashmi and I decided to go to our usual hangout, The Tin Roof. We reached there at 8 p.m. and the night was already going full swing. The music was loud and throbbing, and the dance floor was packed. The atmosphere in the club was the way I liked it, all warm and moist with sweaty bodies gyrating and rubbing up against each other in the form of dance. Rashmi and I stopped for just a couple of shots courtesy of the free ladies night before getting on to the floor.
The dancing was enjoyable; we danced with whoever was on the floor, nothing serious. Most of the time, Rashmi and I danced together, just having fun and letting ourselves go with the music. Both of us were good dancers and had good bodies, so before long we were surrounded by males who were dancing with us. It was just casual dancing, no one was troubling us or trying to get undue attention. This was the way I liked it.
My attention was on my beautiful cousin though, not on any of the guys there. She danced with abandon, her boobs obviously jiggling and swaying even though confined with her tight bra as her body moved to the dance music. I couldn't get my eyes away from her beautiful form, her lovely boobs. I started getting in the mood as I watched her dance and noticed the hungry eyes of the males surrounding her also watching her ripe young body. Most of the boys around us were concentrating on her tits by now. And instead of being jealous, I was enjoying showing off my sexy cousin to them.
After an hour of dancing nonstop, I was tired but also aroused a bit and pulled Rashmi to the bar to get more drinks. She came willingly as both of us needed a rest for round two. The air in the club was getting a bit heavy also, so I suggested to Rashmi that we go out into the parking lot to our car to smoke there for a while before coming back in. She agreed.
Outside, we got into our car's back seat and lit up. It was a cool, breezy night, so we got most of the windows of the car up to shield us from the cold in our small tops. With our cigarettes almost done, I moved my hand over to Rashmi's boobs and started caressing her. She was lying back on the seat and sighed when my hands brushed over her boobs. I pressed and massaged her lightly, just getting her into the mood as we finished the last few puffs of our cigarette. My hand moved lazily over her body, moving down to dip under her top to stroke her naked stomach or coming back our and moving up to touch her boobs through her top. They were tightly contained in her bra but it both the top and the bra were thin. I wanted to arouse her so that her nipples stood out and were visible through her top. It would send the guys into a frenzy and maybe they would get bolder and start touching her a little or brushing her as we danced. Both of us enjoyed the occasional sexy touches we got while dancing and I was hoping that the display of the obviously hard nipples of my hot cousin would get some inhibitions down and give the boys the signal that we were free to a little playing.
As I squeezed her ample breasts, I could feel myself getting hot too. My pussy lips swelled and I could feel them brushing against my jeans through my thin panties. I wanted to rub myself there but also wanted to take it slowly. It was still early and our slow arousal would lead to that much better sex between us that night. But Rashmi was moaning with the attention of my hands on her body by now and I felt that a few kisses would be ok.
I wound up the tinted windows fully and started kissing her. Rashmi is a fantastic kisser. She makes it wet and hot and can do extremely sexy things with her mouth and tongue. She was the one who had taught me the art of kissing by telling me to go slow in the early years of our relationship when all I could think of was to get her naked and get my hands and mouth on her delicious boobs and pussy. She had always been the one to enjoy kissing.
It was the same now. Rashmi almost melted in my arms as I kissed her deeply. My fingers played with her erect nipples through her top and got her moaning and writhing right there on the back seat. She even spread her legs in an unconscious plea to touch her pussy. I didn't disappoint her. I moved my hands between her wide open legs and rubbed her hard over her jeans. She lifted her hips up and ground herself against my firm hand. Her hands were now on my boobs and she was kneading them while letting out deep moans and squirming in a really aroused state. Seeing her response, I wondered if the drinks we had had made her a little drunk already, but as I was liking what was happening, I didn't put a stop to it.
I kept rubbing her over her jeans and kissing her hot, wet mouth and she kept squeezing and pressing my breasts through mine. I finally undid her jeans button and slipped my hand inside. She was already wet but I was not surprised. I used my hand to cup and squeeze her pussy while dipping into her slippery slit and frisking her pussy lightly. Maybe I would give her one orgasm. It would serve to stimulate her more if all her pussy juices were wetting her and making her conscious of her aroused state as she danced later when we went back in. Yes, one orgasm was definitely in store for my hot cousin.
With that thought in mind, I moved my mouth off hers and moved away, but my hand remained buried in her jeans. She whimpered as our kiss broke.
"Wait, Rashmi, let me open your top too," I said in a soothing voice.
She stopped struggling for me to come back to kissing as I fussed with her top.
"Help me with this," I said.
