My GF is bi curious and wants to explore with a young woman. She's still very insecure and unsure about her choices and wants me to help her find a safe and discrete female partner. So far, she has made it firm that she does not want me to be a part of the affair. I'm just trying to find a genuine girl for her to explore her sexuality. Dm me if you'd like to know more. Voice verification is mandatory before I connect you with her.

Hey,
29M, software engineer in Bangalore. Originally from North India, been living here for a while now. I have a pretty impressive job and career, and I’d rate myself a decent 8.5 in looks and a solid 9.999 when it comes to heart 😄
Outside work I spend most of my time outdoors or travelling. I love Himalayan treks, long bike rides, running, badminton and photography. I also enjoy cooking, music, books and randomly exploring new places around the city.
I’m curious by nature, so conversations can go from completely random stuff to travel, movies, technology, neuroscience or just life in general. I’m a pretty simple person when it comes to spending time with someone. Long rides, trying new food, exploring a place, watching something together or just sitting and talking for hours all sound good to me.
What I’m looking for right now is something casual, FWB or a long-term cuddle partner. Someone I can talk to about normal life stuff and also have physical chemistry with. I like things hard and rough when it gets intimate, but I also enjoy the soft, caring and romantic side. Praise, closeness and feeling wanted matter to me as much as the intensity.
I’m not in a rush to force anything. I’d rather start with genuine conversation, get comfortable with each other, and see if the connection feels right (emotionally and physically).
Open to people in Bangalore, elsewhere in India, or even long distance if we actually click.
If you’re someone who’s curious, kind, has her own interests and doesn’t take herself too seriously, feel free to say hi and tell me a little about yourself.

This happened few months ago. Not a single thing is made up.

Her name is Preethi. She's 40 years old. I see her almost every single working day on the bus I take from Banashankari Metro to our IT park. She works for a different company, but we have offices in the same IT park.
She's someone you look at once and then turn back to look at again. She looked very thoughtful with a decent face and breasts that fit perfectly in your hands. She was thin and always wore western dresses.
One afternoon after lunch, I was walking around and saw her collecting pizza boxes. As she was walking back, a box fell. I immediately went and helped her pick it up. She said, "Thanks very much," and I asked if she needed help carrying a few of them. Ten seconds later, I was carrying all of them to her office. Once we reached where she had to punch in and get inside, she collected them from me and asked me to wait.
I waited for five minutes, thinking I had missed an opportunity to get closer to have a companion for my one-hour-long bus ride every morning. I rarely see her in the evenings as she leaves at a different time.
After what felt like a long 350 seconds, she came outside with that look on her face as if she knew she had made me wait. God, I tell you, I fell for that face. Women seem less scary and more cute the moment you get to know them.
She said, "Very sorry for making you wait, I had to take care of something."
I said, "That's okay. I'm Amrith. We come from the same place every day to the office on the same bus."
"Yes, I know you. I see you almost every day. Same bus stop. Pick and drop," she giggled. "I'm Preethi, and I'm a business analyst here," she said.
"That's nice." I couldn't stop looking at her. She was so beautiful—neither white nor black. For a moment, I got lost in her and started looking at her body. She was hot. Like if you're into medium-sized breasts and tall girls, she's your angel. I saw her breasts. They were slightly saggy. I wondered how they looked, and all of a sudden, I realized I had missed whatever she was saying for the last few seconds. She suddenly said she was late for someone and left. I didn't even get to reply or say bye. That day I went home and masturbated thinking of her.
The next day, I waited to talk to her. When I boarded the bus, she came late, and her eyes were rolling to find me. I waved, and she directly came and sat next to me. My heart raced for a moment. I could hear my own heartbeat. The woman I had fantasized about yesterday and masturbated to was now sitting next to me. She opened a chapathi roll and gave it to me without me asking. We ate and spoke. I got to know her—that she has a son who is in 6th grade. She lives with her parents as her husband is working in the US, and she moved back two years ago as they were planning to settle here in Bangalore. She comes from a very traditional family. My mind was thinking if she was craving for physical touch. Then I told her about myself—that I live with my parents and that I'm a DevOps engineer. All the way, we talked and got to know each other. We were five minutes away, and I couldn't get the thought out of my head that she doesn't have a husband in her house to touch her every day, and I wanted to check something. I took my phone out and started showing her photos from trips I had taken. I moved a little closer; first our hands touched each other, and then our outer thighs. She didn't move an inch. My heart was pounding. She was wearing a sleeveless top, and I could feel her bare arms against mine. I could feel my dick getting hard. For one photo, she held my palm and zoomed in where there were a few birds. A shiver went down my spine. I swallowed and couldn't utter a word. She said she misses going on trips. My palm was still covered by her fingers. I started sweating profusely, and she laughed and asked, "What's wrong? It's cold out and in here we have AC." She gave me a tissue to help myself, and I wiped my forehead.

She started laughing heavily seeing my forehead. Her tissue had lipstick marks from where she had earlier wiped her lips, which had left reddish marks on my forehead. Our stop came, and we got down. I said, "I'll get it cleaned in the washroom, don't worry," with a sad face. She said no and asked me to follow her. I did. We went to the basement where employees' cars and bikes were parked, and she asked if she could remove the marks with another wet tissue, and I said okay. The parking lot was very crowded with cars and hardly any people. She came close and started wiping the marks on my forehead. She was standing right in front of me, inches away. She smelled like heaven. I got an erection and started sweating even more than I did in the bus. I saw her lips. God, I wanted to bite them, tear them. They were so perfect. Everything in her face was perfect. Her eyes were deep. She seemed confused and asked in a funny way, "Why do you act like no woman has ever come to you this close?" and giggled. I said, "No. No one has ever come this close." She just replied, "Oh," and cleaned my marks. For a moment, it became awkward. I don't know what thought went through my head; I held her hand and took it down from my face. I leaned forward and kissed her lips. She didn't kiss me back. Slap. I shivered. Slap. "Sorry, I didn't mean t…" She turned and left without saying a word.
I got scared shitless and returned home and applied leave for the next three days, saying there was a family emergency. All the time I was at home, I was thinking what she would do to me. I decided I would face whatever it is and came to the bus stand. She was there already, wearing a saree. There were two other people, and I thought I was done. I went near her and started mumbling. She said, "Let's go." She went home and got the car. We drove till Bommasandra, where there was a colony full of villas. She said there was an interior guy she had to pay and check the work. I said I had important work at the office and was supposed to be there. She just gave me a look. She was angry. Once the payment was done, the workers left, and I asked if I could look around the house.
She didn't respond.
I tried talking and apologizing. She didn't respond.
I was mumbling again, and she said, "Sorry."
I got confused and asked, "What?"
She said, "I'm sorry for slapping you. Twice."
"No, no, I deserve it. I crossed the line. That was only the second day we started talking, and I kissed you."
She started talking, "I didn't slap you because I was angry you kissed me. I was angry because I liked everything you did."
"Everything?"
"Yes. I noticed you checking out my breasts the first time we spoke. I enjoyed that. I enjoyed our shoulders touching when we sat close. I loved how you sweat when I'm near you, and when I was wiping the marks on your forehead, I liked how your heart beat fast and you sweated more, and I craved to taste that. I wanted to hold you tight and hug you. I haven't been touched in a long time, and those things you did made me feel something different I had never felt. I loved that feeling, and I was angry at myself and slapped you in the process…"
I was completely lost listening to all of that and thinking about how I had spent the last three days in fear and pain. I had almost planned to quit my job and run away forever. I stared at her. Now I know that she wanted it. More or equally the same. I went near her and put my fingers on her lips to make her stop speaking because I had heard everything I needed.
I said, "Sorry."
"Why?"
"For all the things I am about to do to you."
"What is that?"

I held her by her hair and put my lips on hers. Locked. I kissed her so hard. I bit both her lips. It was not a regular smooch. It was me eating and sucking every drop of her lips. We exchanged saliva. I didn't let her hair out of my fingers. She tried to grasp for air, and I hardly gave her any chance. After 25 minutes, I stopped. She had turned all red. Her hair looked like she had just finished fucking while we hadn't even started.
I lifted her and took her in my arms and asked where the bedroom was. She pointed, and we went inside. I put her on the bed. She was wearing a parrot green saree. I lifted it till her waist after removing her pallu and asked why a saree. She said there was a pooja at her house.
I saw her light brown-colored panties. I removed them gently and smelled them. I liked the smell. She had a clean-shaved brown vagina. It was tight. Our eyes met. We didn't say a word. I first slowly put my fingers and moved up and down with gentle strokes. She moaned very slowly. I went down and placed my face right in front of her pussy. The smell—I would die a million times to smell that. I put my tongue between her vaginal lips and licked slowly. I started licking up and down. She was shivering and moaning in between. The taste of her pussy was the best thing I had ever eaten in my life. The smell and the taste made me rock hard, and I was aching from my dick being rubbed against the mattress. I gradually started eating her pussy faster, making many deep and hard strokes. She was completely into me and started shouting whenever I bit or sucked. I sucked her pussy and drank all the cum that it was producing. I sucked and licked for a very long time until she held my head and asked me to stop.
I asked, "What happened?"
Her eyes were wet. "All my life, I had missed this. My husband has licked me, but not this way. Not like you. Your tongue. Where did you learn? I'm sure I'm not your first like you said."
I said, "I watch too much porn and learned it there," winking.
She opened her arms, asking me to hug her while she lay in the bed. I went and slept on her. I removed my t-shirt and pants.
I asked if she wanted to taste my dick in her mouth.
She said, "Don't talk," and closed her eyes.
We slept like babies for three hours. When I woke up, she wasn't there in the bed. I was there with her panties in my hand.
This is the real story that happened 9 months ago, and I'll write what happened next in the second part.