Pulling her baggy t-shirt over her head and dropping it to the ground, she took one more glance around before reaching back to untie her bikini top, l...etting it fall free around her neck. The sudden feel of the soft breeze brushing pass her nipples felt good, and they harden a little as if excited by a lovers tongue. She had rarely had the nerve to sunbathe topless, and for a moment she felt that apprehension, but after another glance around at all the surrounding windows, making sure no one was. We planned to meet that evening as she just had a class in the evening and I was free for the day. We met at the southern cross station (synonymous to Rajeev Chowk of New Delhi). She was looking great in her polka shirt and jeans.We hugged and started walking towards the restaurant we planned to go. We kept on talking and laughing and were having a great time. But, instead of going to that restaurant, we ended up going to a club down the street. We ordered gin and tonic for ourselves and sat. I stood there. She looked me over. ” You really a chubby thing. I’m gonna have fun with you.” She slid her hand under my t-shirt and grabbed my boob squeezing hard. Her nails digging into my flesh. “MMMM. You got big tits. You must be embarrassed that your tits are bigger than mine.” I stood there in sort of shock and a little turned on. My dick was getting hard. She moved her hand to my nipple and started to squeeze it. I moaned in pleasure. “Take your shirt. If I were, I could then go on a bender with men and try to establish whether: it was men in general I was going off, whether I had simply tired of Ben or whether my calling was coming out of the theoretical closet and my desire for women was turning me off men.I rationalised that finding out about 'men in general' was not possible. The guilt trip I was on about 'having headaches' with Ben and that evening with Emma, were bad enough. To overlay that with getting laid on the side by someone I.