Hi... I was busy cleaning the house. It was
raining heavily and was quite dark at half past 5 in the
evening. The little murky light showing up in the sky
from what's left of the day added to the romantic effect
of the whole setting. Together, the sound of the rain
and the beautiful old song playing in the radio reminded
me of my husband. I stopped cleaning the hall for a
moment, walked over to the window and gazed out.
Two more days were to go before my husband
returned. He had gone on a business trip for a week
and 5days had already passed. I missed him the most
now, the last 2 days. I picked up the fallen broom from
the floor and was walking back to the place the door
bell rang.
I walked quickly to the door hoping that it was my
husband who returned early. But it was a figure I could
hardly make out standing at the door totally drenched.
The young man shouted to make himself heard... "Are
you interested in our product madam??" and held a
plastic box with a picture of a woman in bra and
panties. I couldn't resist myself laughing. I felt sorry for
him and motioned him to come in. He smiled at me as
he came in. I asked him what he was doing, trying to
sell stuff in the mad rain. He said that he lived 3
stations away and was done for the day. He was
walking towards the station to catch his train and
wanted to try his luck in our place, on the way. I told
him to stay inside for some time as it was raining
heavily.
He was dripping wet and his hair was clinging to his
head. He said "Thank you madam" and was standing in
the corner of the veranda. I caught him staring at my
thighs, and then realized that I was still in my cleaning
costume! My saree bunched up and tucked at my waist.
He looked away quickly. I adjusted my saree quickly,
told him to wait, went inside and brought a towel for
him to dry himself. I told him to come inside and stand
under the fan. He did so, thanking me profusely. He
was drying his hair for a few minutes while I went to
the kitchen for a cup of tea for him. He thanked once
again and gulped the first couple of sips. I told him to
sit on the wooden chair as his clothes were still wet.
He sat at the edge of the chair. I looked at him now,
for the first time in detail .He was quite well built and
would have been in his early twenties. He looked at me
in anticipation. Then, I remembered the purpose of his
coming to our house. “Oh, about that stuff... I am not
interested... (then I thought... May be he has some
special variety that looks sexy and could surprise my
husband when he is back...), So I said, "ok I will look
at these ... But you will have to wait since I am in the
middle of cleaning the house..., "Is that OK?” He
nodded as he had nothing better to do.
I got up to go to the bathroom to pick up the mop and
saw him taking a peek through my saree at my deep
fleshy navel. I am 34 year old and have a pretty good
structure. 36C, 30 and 38 and 5 ft 7" tall. When at
home I normally wear saree during the day and if I
don't have plans to go out, I don't bother wearing
panties or bra. The intense thought of my husband and
untimely arrival of this sales person started driving my
hormones crazy.
I decided to tease him a little. I tucked my saree to my
waist, just above my knees and lowered my saree a bit
more too below hip and secured the pallu in position
and came in to the hall with the mop to clean. I could
see his instant reaction. His eyes almost popped out.
"Wait until I finish cleaning this hall OK?" With that, I
started mopping, without waiting for his reply. I could
notice that he wasn't wasting any chance and was
eyeing at my exposed legs as discretely as possible
while he pretended to turn pages of the newspaper. I
was quite aware of his peeking glances all over me.
This was turning me on too, quite a bit. I was done
with mopping the hall and took the mop back to the
bathroom. "you are almost dry now ", was my passing
comment while leaving the hall. The disappointment in
his face was apparent a he was thinking that my little
show had come to an end, but I had other plans for him
and decide to tease him some more. I came back to the
hall with a dirty cloth and a stool. I told him that I
needed to clean the fan as it is quite dirty too and
switched off the fan, Placed the stool underneath the
ceiling fan. I climbed over the stool and told him to
fetch the dirty cloth as I forgot to pick up before
mounting on the stool. He eagerly fetched the cloth and
stood by my side grinning like he is waiting for the next
command. I told him what he liked to hear... "Please
hold the stool, will you? “ He nodded, "yes madam, the
floor is wet. I shall hold it". He bent down a bit and
held the edge of the stool. I lifted my hands to clean
the fan while he was holding the stool. I had left the
pallu free flowing over my shoulder on purpose, so
within seconds my pallu gave way and moved a bit in
the mid rib section exposing my bare tummy
completely. I continued cleaning and looked down to
see him get a great view of my navel. His face was
actually only inches away and I could feel the hot air
from his breath brush the base of my belly. I reacted to
it, tucked my belly inwards a bit.
I had to stretch my hand wide, away from me and part
my legs wider too, when I started cleaning the first
blade of the fan in order to reach till the tip. I noticed
him dropping his pen (purposefully I guess) and left the
hold of the stool briefly, and then bend down to pick up
the pen. I was suddenly very conscious of my nudity
underneath the saree and saw him lift his head up from
his position below, getting an unhindered view of my
shaven, now glistening pussy. He seemed mesmerized
for few seconds which seemed to be a lifetime for me.
I shifted uncomfortably and brought my thighs together.
He recovered, held the stool with his hands, and got up
all the while, eyes riveted inside my saree until he was
UP beyond that point and once again, stood at my
waist level. My left breast was completely off the pallu
now and the sweaty blouse could hardly contain the
pointed fully erect nipple. He was treated with a
wonderful view of my bra-free breast juggling while I
was cleaning the second blade.
Armed with the knowledge that I am devoid of any
undergarments and my body had already given its
approval via the erect nipples and glistening thatch
below, he made the next move. He shook the stool
gently and quickly said ..."Madam, the base of the stool
is not good. I shall hold you along with the stool to be
safe...” With that his left hand was on my foot. The
room was so much charged with sex at that moment,
the silence from me, was taken to be a roaring
approval. He was looking up at the fan. I was trying to
concentrate. And muttered an aimless "Thanks" to him,
tried to clean further... The last blade of the fan. Within
a few seconds, I felt his hand creep up a bit. This sent
shivers through me. I felt his hand creep up on my bare
leg and rest on the knee for a while... Warning bells
were ringing in my head. One side of my brain was
screaming to warn that I am at the 'point of no return'
while the other half was already lulled and taken over
by needs and desire. In this brief conflict, the needs
overtook the reason and I continued to clean the blade
while was enjoying the feeling of his hand on my thigh.
His hand was soft but firm and was creeping up inch
by inch. It now reached the base of my petticoat
resting squarely at my creamy white thigh. His index
finger started drawing some weird circles on my thigh
with some pressure, while his face was innocently
looking at the fan. That was a very different sensation
and I had never felt that with my husband ever before. I
gasped and stopped cleaning and looked down into his
eyes. I could see a glint of fire in his eyes. He continued
to perform the circular motion and let his hand travel
further upwards... While still looking at my face. His
lips were parted only slightly. He released his other
hand from the stool, and rested it lightly on my bare
hip. Our eyes were still locked as his hand went for my
navel while his other hand at the mid thigh region drew
circles advancing closer to my pussy. His hand reached
my deep navel and he placed his index finger inside,
and simultaneously he placed the palm of his 'killer'
hand right on my pussy.
I closed my eyes and sighed out aloud. He wasted no
time in caressing my pussy lips and applied pressure
with his middle finger in an attempt to insert. I parted
my thighs wider involuntarily enjoying the tickling
sensation as a result of his fingers playing on, in and
around and all over my navel. He inserted his finger
inside my now totally moist pussy and it went in
completely. He rocked it in and out slowly while
applying pressure on my clit using his thumb. I jerked a
bit. He took his finger out and bunched the saree and
petticoat and pushed it over my hip and calmly admired
my pussy in the light for a few seconds. I was ashamed
but overwhelmed with excitement. He drew his face
eagerly, closer to my mound and planted a deep kiss on
it. I felt his hot breath on my pussy. He grabbed my
breast while his tongue went for my pussy. He pressed
my breast with such a force as if he was kneading the
dough for roti. The brut force felt good too and
strangely made me feel wilder. He pinched my erect
nipple over the blouse. I held his hair tight, partly
because I was still standing over the stool and needed
balance and partly because I was seriously enjoying it.
His tongue first explored the outer walls and then dived
deeper. He had a rough and long tongue. I felt as if his
tongue took over the "Drawing circles" thing from his
hand. He went round and round with his tongue inside
me. My knees felt weak and I was shaking. He let go of
the hand that was holding my saree and took it behind
me to caress my buttocks. It was just too much for me
to take it all... One hand caressing and drawing lines
along my butt crevice up and down...kneading the butt
cheeks roughly and caressing along the hole softly from
time to time .. While at the same time his unbelievably
long tongue was doing stuff that was beyond words to
express while his other hand, was busy pinching my
nipple and massaging my breast.
Ooooooh... It was all a bit tooooo much for me... And I
let out a loud scream.... I could sense a very strong
orgasm building up inside me. I was all in flames... The
stool was shaking for real now. I was shouting sounds
that I had made never before... Oooooh and aaaaah...
With my eyes shut and all other senses wide open... I
was having the moments of my life. The climax was
building up by the second in me and sensing this from
the more urgent gasps and sounds I make he continued
the pattern and increased the pace. I could hear the
noise his tongue made while he licked me. It went like
"cluck ... Cluck... Schluk...cluck “He was rubbing over
my clit with his nose while his tongue was deep inside.
That broke the dam........ Ooooooooooo ....I gripped his
hair very tight and released myself as I jolted. I felt
that my juices were flowing out endless, and after what
seemed like a lifetime I went limp and stood panting for
breath.
He lowered me down from the stool and walked me to
the sofa. He made me lie down. Before I could come to
senses, he started undressing me. He loosened,
unwrapped and removed my saree off me. Then, deftly
untied the petticoat and removed it off me as I lifted
me waist a bit. He took it off my legs and now placed
his hands on the blouse hooks. Thy were all unhooked
1,2,3,4 ... And off... In a few seconds I was down to my
birthday suit. He was feasting his eyes. He caressed me
all over. His fingers traveled along the contour of my
body stopping for a good amount of time at all the
crucial spots.
He then stood up, unzipped and lowered his pant. I was
wondering how come I failed to notice such a huge hard
on hidden behind those pants all the while. He wasted
no time and pulled down his boxers in one flash and his
huger shaft was rock hard. He took off his shirt in a
whiff and slowly came close to me. He then sat by the
side of me in the sofa and parted my legs. He inserted
his thick long member in me slowly inch by inch. I was
beginning to doubt midway through, if I could take it in
fully. In one final forceful motion he inserted it inside
completely. I felt like It made all the way up to the
base of my womb. He held my wide hip with his hands
for the grip and started rocking back and forth slowly.
His hands crawled over to play with my erect nipples
and pinch them gently. I was beginning to get turned
on again and I started gyrating my hip in tandem. After
a few minutes of moving his cock in and out... He
increased the tempo. He started doing it faster now...
And faster. He bent forward to cup my now juggling
tits. They were juggling due to his fast and strong
movements. He held them softly and sucked my left
nipple. I felt that I was amalgamated to him and moved
my hip along with his to a high degree of accuracy. He
sucked my pencil shaped light brown nipples left to
right and right to left . Back and forth pinching and
sucking... He bit on one of them gently with his teeth
making me go berserk with pleasure. I brought my
hands and ran along his hairy chest and caressed his
nipples.
They were nice to feel too... He was now emitting a
low aaah aaah aaah... Aaah in a constant rhythm. And
me an eeerh.... Aaaaarh.... Eeeeekh in a shriller pitch. I
caressed his back and felt his tight butts. Pinched,
slapped and kneaded the tight muscles in the area.
This made me g crazy as it was one of my favorite
things. I could feel him go stiff right at the same time I
was running my hand along his butt crevice and he was
biting with some force on one of my nipples at the
same time. He was sucking at it real hard and I was
beginning to build up at the same time. His body
stiffened totally and after a few strokes he let out a
loud aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh aaah
aaaaaaaaaah... And I could feel him cumming all the
way inside me. Within a few more seconds I came once
again too... This one was better than the previous. I lay
there by his side on the sofa in a pool of sweat
completely drained out. After a few minutes he kissed
me passionately on my lips... It was a long one with his
tongue finding mine (I could smell my own juices...)
And my tongue explored his lips which were
surprisingly tender... I tasted it a bit longer. I was
feeling relieved to think that I was taking birth control
pills that month.
I released myself away from him and found his eyes
still ogling at my naked body... Stood up and ran to the
bathroom to wash myself real quick. When I came
back, wrapped in a towel... He was fully dressed by
then and was standing in the hall with his sales box in
his hand facing me. "May be you need buy some of our
products madam”... And came close to me. And lifted
my towel and mockingly looked underneath and said
"say... Our panties. You seemed to be not wearing
one!" My face became red and I brushed his hand away
quickly. I said “I guess it has stopped raining now?".
He smiled ... Nodded and said “Thank you’re for
everything madam ... See you next time"... And went for
the door. Opened it .turned around. Smiled and waved
good bye and left. The enormity and implications of his
"see you next time" stuck me just then and I stood
there at the middle of the hall frozen... Thinking" What
have I done?
raining heavily and was quite dark at half past 5 in the
evening. The little murky light showing up in the sky
from what's left of the day added to the romantic effect
of the whole setting. Together, the sound of the rain
and the beautiful old song playing in the radio reminded
me of my husband. I stopped cleaning the hall for a
moment, walked over to the window and gazed out.
Two more days were to go before my husband
returned. He had gone on a business trip for a week
and 5days had already passed. I missed him the most
now, the last 2 days. I picked up the fallen broom from
the floor and was walking back to the place the door
bell rang.
I walked quickly to the door hoping that it was my
husband who returned early. But it was a figure I could
hardly make out standing at the door totally drenched.
The young man shouted to make himself heard... "Are
you interested in our product madam??" and held a
plastic box with a picture of a woman in bra and
panties. I couldn't resist myself laughing. I felt sorry for
him and motioned him to come in. He smiled at me as
he came in. I asked him what he was doing, trying to
sell stuff in the mad rain. He said that he lived 3
stations away and was done for the day. He was
walking towards the station to catch his train and
wanted to try his luck in our place, on the way. I told
him to stay inside for some time as it was raining
heavily.
He was dripping wet and his hair was clinging to his
head. He said "Thank you madam" and was standing in
the corner of the veranda. I caught him staring at my
thighs, and then realized that I was still in my cleaning
costume! My saree bunched up and tucked at my waist.
He looked away quickly. I adjusted my saree quickly,
told him to wait, went inside and brought a towel for
him to dry himself. I told him to come inside and stand
under the fan. He did so, thanking me profusely. He
was drying his hair for a few minutes while I went to
the kitchen for a cup of tea for him. He thanked once
again and gulped the first couple of sips. I told him to
sit on the wooden chair as his clothes were still wet.
He sat at the edge of the chair. I looked at him now,
for the first time in detail .He was quite well built and
would have been in his early twenties. He looked at me
in anticipation. Then, I remembered the purpose of his
coming to our house. “Oh, about that stuff... I am not
interested... (then I thought... May be he has some
special variety that looks sexy and could surprise my
husband when he is back...), So I said, "ok I will look
at these ... But you will have to wait since I am in the
middle of cleaning the house..., "Is that OK?” He
nodded as he had nothing better to do.
I got up to go to the bathroom to pick up the mop and
saw him taking a peek through my saree at my deep
fleshy navel. I am 34 year old and have a pretty good
structure. 36C, 30 and 38 and 5 ft 7" tall. When at
home I normally wear saree during the day and if I
don't have plans to go out, I don't bother wearing
panties or bra. The intense thought of my husband and
untimely arrival of this sales person started driving my
hormones crazy.
I decided to tease him a little. I tucked my saree to my
waist, just above my knees and lowered my saree a bit
more too below hip and secured the pallu in position
and came in to the hall with the mop to clean. I could
see his instant reaction. His eyes almost popped out.
"Wait until I finish cleaning this hall OK?" With that, I
started mopping, without waiting for his reply. I could
notice that he wasn't wasting any chance and was
eyeing at my exposed legs as discretely as possible
while he pretended to turn pages of the newspaper. I
was quite aware of his peeking glances all over me.
This was turning me on too, quite a bit. I was done
with mopping the hall and took the mop back to the
bathroom. "you are almost dry now ", was my passing
comment while leaving the hall. The disappointment in
his face was apparent a he was thinking that my little
show had come to an end, but I had other plans for him
and decide to tease him some more. I came back to the
hall with a dirty cloth and a stool. I told him that I
needed to clean the fan as it is quite dirty too and
switched off the fan, Placed the stool underneath the
ceiling fan. I climbed over the stool and told him to
fetch the dirty cloth as I forgot to pick up before
mounting on the stool. He eagerly fetched the cloth and
stood by my side grinning like he is waiting for the next
command. I told him what he liked to hear... "Please
hold the stool, will you? “ He nodded, "yes madam, the
floor is wet. I shall hold it". He bent down a bit and
held the edge of the stool. I lifted my hands to clean
the fan while he was holding the stool. I had left the
pallu free flowing over my shoulder on purpose, so
within seconds my pallu gave way and moved a bit in
the mid rib section exposing my bare tummy
completely. I continued cleaning and looked down to
see him get a great view of my navel. His face was
actually only inches away and I could feel the hot air
from his breath brush the base of my belly. I reacted to
it, tucked my belly inwards a bit.
I had to stretch my hand wide, away from me and part
my legs wider too, when I started cleaning the first
blade of the fan in order to reach till the tip. I noticed
him dropping his pen (purposefully I guess) and left the
hold of the stool briefly, and then bend down to pick up
the pen. I was suddenly very conscious of my nudity
underneath the saree and saw him lift his head up from
his position below, getting an unhindered view of my
shaven, now glistening pussy. He seemed mesmerized
for few seconds which seemed to be a lifetime for me.
I shifted uncomfortably and brought my thighs together.
He recovered, held the stool with his hands, and got up
all the while, eyes riveted inside my saree until he was
UP beyond that point and once again, stood at my
waist level. My left breast was completely off the pallu
now and the sweaty blouse could hardly contain the
pointed fully erect nipple. He was treated with a
wonderful view of my bra-free breast juggling while I
was cleaning the second blade.
Armed with the knowledge that I am devoid of any
undergarments and my body had already given its
approval via the erect nipples and glistening thatch
below, he made the next move. He shook the stool
gently and quickly said ..."Madam, the base of the stool
is not good. I shall hold you along with the stool to be
safe...” With that his left hand was on my foot. The
room was so much charged with sex at that moment,
the silence from me, was taken to be a roaring
approval. He was looking up at the fan. I was trying to
concentrate. And muttered an aimless "Thanks" to him,
tried to clean further... The last blade of the fan. Within
a few seconds, I felt his hand creep up a bit. This sent
shivers through me. I felt his hand creep up on my bare
leg and rest on the knee for a while... Warning bells
were ringing in my head. One side of my brain was
screaming to warn that I am at the 'point of no return'
while the other half was already lulled and taken over
by needs and desire. In this brief conflict, the needs
overtook the reason and I continued to clean the blade
while was enjoying the feeling of his hand on my thigh.
His hand was soft but firm and was creeping up inch
by inch. It now reached the base of my petticoat
resting squarely at my creamy white thigh. His index
finger started drawing some weird circles on my thigh
with some pressure, while his face was innocently
looking at the fan. That was a very different sensation
and I had never felt that with my husband ever before. I
gasped and stopped cleaning and looked down into his
eyes. I could see a glint of fire in his eyes. He continued
to perform the circular motion and let his hand travel
further upwards... While still looking at my face. His
lips were parted only slightly. He released his other
hand from the stool, and rested it lightly on my bare
hip. Our eyes were still locked as his hand went for my
navel while his other hand at the mid thigh region drew
circles advancing closer to my pussy. His hand reached
my deep navel and he placed his index finger inside,
and simultaneously he placed the palm of his 'killer'
hand right on my pussy.
I closed my eyes and sighed out aloud. He wasted no
time in caressing my pussy lips and applied pressure
with his middle finger in an attempt to insert. I parted
my thighs wider involuntarily enjoying the tickling
sensation as a result of his fingers playing on, in and
around and all over my navel. He inserted his finger
inside my now totally moist pussy and it went in
completely. He rocked it in and out slowly while
applying pressure on my clit using his thumb. I jerked a
bit. He took his finger out and bunched the saree and
petticoat and pushed it over my hip and calmly admired
my pussy in the light for a few seconds. I was ashamed
but overwhelmed with excitement. He drew his face
eagerly, closer to my mound and planted a deep kiss on
it. I felt his hot breath on my pussy. He grabbed my
breast while his tongue went for my pussy. He pressed
my breast with such a force as if he was kneading the
dough for roti. The brut force felt good too and
strangely made me feel wilder. He pinched my erect
nipple over the blouse. I held his hair tight, partly
because I was still standing over the stool and needed
balance and partly because I was seriously enjoying it.
His tongue first explored the outer walls and then dived
deeper. He had a rough and long tongue. I felt as if his
tongue took over the "Drawing circles" thing from his
hand. He went round and round with his tongue inside
me. My knees felt weak and I was shaking. He let go of
the hand that was holding my saree and took it behind
me to caress my buttocks. It was just too much for me
to take it all... One hand caressing and drawing lines
along my butt crevice up and down...kneading the butt
cheeks roughly and caressing along the hole softly from
time to time .. While at the same time his unbelievably
long tongue was doing stuff that was beyond words to
express while his other hand, was busy pinching my
nipple and massaging my breast.
Ooooooh... It was all a bit tooooo much for me... And I
let out a loud scream.... I could sense a very strong
orgasm building up inside me. I was all in flames... The
stool was shaking for real now. I was shouting sounds
that I had made never before... Oooooh and aaaaah...
With my eyes shut and all other senses wide open... I
was having the moments of my life. The climax was
building up by the second in me and sensing this from
the more urgent gasps and sounds I make he continued
the pattern and increased the pace. I could hear the
noise his tongue made while he licked me. It went like
"cluck ... Cluck... Schluk...cluck “He was rubbing over
my clit with his nose while his tongue was deep inside.
That broke the dam........ Ooooooooooo ....I gripped his
hair very tight and released myself as I jolted. I felt
that my juices were flowing out endless, and after what
seemed like a lifetime I went limp and stood panting for
breath.
He lowered me down from the stool and walked me to
the sofa. He made me lie down. Before I could come to
senses, he started undressing me. He loosened,
unwrapped and removed my saree off me. Then, deftly
untied the petticoat and removed it off me as I lifted
me waist a bit. He took it off my legs and now placed
his hands on the blouse hooks. Thy were all unhooked
1,2,3,4 ... And off... In a few seconds I was down to my
birthday suit. He was feasting his eyes. He caressed me
all over. His fingers traveled along the contour of my
body stopping for a good amount of time at all the
crucial spots.
He then stood up, unzipped and lowered his pant. I was
wondering how come I failed to notice such a huge hard
on hidden behind those pants all the while. He wasted
no time and pulled down his boxers in one flash and his
huger shaft was rock hard. He took off his shirt in a
whiff and slowly came close to me. He then sat by the
side of me in the sofa and parted my legs. He inserted
his thick long member in me slowly inch by inch. I was
beginning to doubt midway through, if I could take it in
fully. In one final forceful motion he inserted it inside
completely. I felt like It made all the way up to the
base of my womb. He held my wide hip with his hands
for the grip and started rocking back and forth slowly.
His hands crawled over to play with my erect nipples
and pinch them gently. I was beginning to get turned
on again and I started gyrating my hip in tandem. After
a few minutes of moving his cock in and out... He
increased the tempo. He started doing it faster now...
And faster. He bent forward to cup my now juggling
tits. They were juggling due to his fast and strong
movements. He held them softly and sucked my left
nipple. I felt that I was amalgamated to him and moved
my hip along with his to a high degree of accuracy. He
sucked my pencil shaped light brown nipples left to
right and right to left . Back and forth pinching and
sucking... He bit on one of them gently with his teeth
making me go berserk with pleasure. I brought my
hands and ran along his hairy chest and caressed his
nipples.
They were nice to feel too... He was now emitting a
low aaah aaah aaah... Aaah in a constant rhythm. And
me an eeerh.... Aaaaarh.... Eeeeekh in a shriller pitch. I
caressed his back and felt his tight butts. Pinched,
slapped and kneaded the tight muscles in the area.
This made me g crazy as it was one of my favorite
things. I could feel him go stiff right at the same time I
was running my hand along his butt crevice and he was
biting with some force on one of my nipples at the
same time. He was sucking at it real hard and I was
beginning to build up at the same time. His body
stiffened totally and after a few strokes he let out a
loud aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh aaah
aaaaaaaaaah... And I could feel him cumming all the
way inside me. Within a few more seconds I came once
again too... This one was better than the previous. I lay
there by his side on the sofa in a pool of sweat
completely drained out. After a few minutes he kissed
me passionately on my lips... It was a long one with his
tongue finding mine (I could smell my own juices...)
And my tongue explored his lips which were
surprisingly tender... I tasted it a bit longer. I was
feeling relieved to think that I was taking birth control
pills that month.
I released myself away from him and found his eyes
still ogling at my naked body... Stood up and ran to the
bathroom to wash myself real quick. When I came
back, wrapped in a towel... He was fully dressed by
then and was standing in the hall with his sales box in
his hand facing me. "May be you need buy some of our
products madam”... And came close to me. And lifted
my towel and mockingly looked underneath and said
"say... Our panties. You seemed to be not wearing
one!" My face became red and I brushed his hand away
quickly. I said “I guess it has stopped raining now?".
He smiled ... Nodded and said “Thank you’re for
everything madam ... See you next time"... And went for
the door. Opened it .turned around. Smiled and waved
good bye and left. The enormity and implications of his
"see you next time" stuck me just then and I stood
there at the middle of the hall frozen... Thinking" What
have I done?
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