‘You’re appointed!’ I can’t believe my eyes as I was reading the letter from the MNC for which I’d applied for a job last month and attended the interview last week. “EEEEEKs” I screamed in delight as I kissed the letter several times clenching it very tightly. Then I kept the letter at the altar, offered a silent prayer of thanks and ran to pick up the phone to call up my husband to share the happy news. He was equally happy and suggested we went out for a family dinner. My husband got a transfer of job from Hyderabad to Chennai recently and I had to resign my job as lecturer in one of the colleges there. It wasn’t much but was keeping me busy and was helping me keep in touch with Accountancy which I studies in college years back. I was applying for various jobs for the past few months including this one. Naturally, I was thrilled to be selected as a statistician for an international automotive company. Frankly, I was expecting them to pick one of the, younger fresh graduates, so I am doubly thrilled. Though I am not that old, at 28 I felt much older than the boys and girls who applied for the job at the interview! Now, taking a slight detour let me describe a bit about me. I am not skinny by any means. Like a typical Indian woman after few years of marriage, I have dutifully made sure that my body accumulated flesh at the right places at the right amount. My bra has gone up by 2 sizes and a cup during the last 4 years of marriage and stands currently at 36C while the days of wearing 34 size jeans are long gone now and I am shopping for a 38 these days. Thankfully the waist size of 32 keeps me in lady-like proportion still and was the main contributor in retaining 90% plus attendance in my classes in Hyderabad, though I would like to think that it was due to my teaching ability! The last couple of years, due to Ravi’s encouragement and my own view of my age, I’d started wearing sarees mainly and nearly completely stopped chudi, or jeans altogether. My fleshy hips rather than my accountancy tips during the class that captured the attention of the classroom I think! I am quite proud of my body and so am quite happy with the attention I was getting. Moving to Chennai after a ‘moving’ farewell party from the students, I ended up staring at the moving hands of the clock. Sitting at home was driving me crazy!
For all the right reasons I felt thrilled.
I have to report to the new job, the very next week, so I got busy the rest of the week preparing myself for the new job, buying some new dresses etc. On the night before, when I was ticking off my check-list my husband pounced on me and very nearly ripped my nightie off and while mauling my tits, he sniggered, ‘A whole new bunch of clowns will now get to share time with you now’ I giggled and pushed him away – ‘Look who’s jealous’ I remarked while he was busy pulling my panties down to my thighs. I shrieked –‘Light is On! See window curtains aren’t drawn fully – you want to show more of me to our neighbours?’ In response, with a vicious smile, he suddenly dug all his fingers on my hips and began poking me – seeing me jerk and laugh uncontrollably. Over the years, it has become one of his favourite acts and I grew into liking it.'Lights Lights' I managed to yell ammidst my laughter. Reluctantly, he then got up leaving me panting for breath with panties down to thighs, to turn the light off and jumping on me again. We happily had a rocking sex that night and slept peacefully looking forward for a new dawn in more ways than one.
On the next morning, the D-day, I woke up earlier than usual, and hurriedly prepared the packed lunch for Ravi, who before leaving kissed me longer than usual and his fingers priced open the 5th button of my front open nightie which by the way has become quite loose due to the routine. His index finger hungrily reached for my deep navel, and he began poking gently enjoying my grunt and mock punches on his shoulders, all the while we were still kissing. I put up an impromptu dance as he continued fingering me and finally unable to take it more I managed to peel myself off him gasping for air. That by itself was like a mini sex session as both of us looked a bit exhausted, yet wanted more. With a naughty smile, pointing at my navel, he said, ‘Flaunt this spot honey, and you’ll go a long way up’ which earned him more punches as he turned around to open the door. I got a bit carried away and playfully pushed him out of the house stepping outside with the two buttons at my midriff sill undone. My neighbour had also stepped outside just then, saw the whole thing and his eyes automatically dropped to my braless tits in the nightie and a fair skin and deep navel on view with the buttons wide open. He was looking at me speechless before I realised what’s happening and covered up and Ravi distracted him with a loud ‘Good Morning sir’. I caught a glimpse of the poor chap, still having trouble tearing his gaze off my shapely buttocks as he addressed Ravi back ‘ Good-Morning Ravi’ very distracted. Suppressing a smile, still blushing, I closed the door and ran to the bathroom. Instead of my planned quick shower, it ended up being a longer proper one involving an M session as well. (for those of you blinking what the heck M is – it’s the other word for ‘self-pleasure’ beginning with M ). I should say, the neighbour’s wide eyed stare at my unscheduled exposure, propelled my pleasure. Running my finger along the pleasure zones, thinking how I ‘made his day’ and what he would have been thinking of me right now, hit the right note in my head as I felt the gradual build up lead up to a rocking climax. It was a quickie, but a very good one, I smiled at the sunlit ventilator while the hot water splashed on my naked body for a few more minutes.
Eventually, stepping out of the shower, very radiantly, I chose to wear the light blue chiffon saree with matching blouse as it’s a sober colour and not too gaudy. I was careful not to reveal much skin as I didn’t want to send any unwanted signals. I approached the work place well on time using the public transport and was waiting at the reception calming down myself by looking at the huge palm tree indoors. The powerful light inside the building appeared to be an ideal substitute for sun. Eventually a girl from the HR took me inside with a warm smile and the formalities were complete and I was taken to the stats team. It was situated in a corner of the building. The HR girl was explaining about the various teams as we made our way through. Some wished her back as she cheerily ‘Morning’d everyone on her way. She was dressed a body-hugging skirt and tops that enhanced her curves. Naturally, people were friendly with her. Eventually we reached an enclosed cubicle’s glass door. I was wondering about it when miss pretty face from HR explained ‘Stats team had specially requested this enclosed corner office as they would prefer to work without disturbances.’ I felt a gush of cold air all over me, especially over my bare midriff and upper back area not covered by the blouse. I gripped the handbag close to my body, crossing my arms, as my fingers felt the goose bumps. ‘Oh you’re standing right under the central Air-con vent, move away from there please. A/C is not one of the strong suits of this office building, I am afraid. It either gets too hot or too cold, and this area is especially bad. We fondly call this corner ‘igloo’ she laughed as I moved from the corner to face the door. She started telling a bit more about the flexi work hours etc when I felt someone place a woollen shawl over my shoulders.Pretty face cooed happily over my shoulder showing all her teeth ‘Good Morning God!’ The large bear paw of hands gently secured the shawl around my shoulders as he greeted in his guttural voice ‘Morning Nimmi’ and ‘Relax, you must be Chithra’. I nodded a ‘Thank you’ and as gently as possible I pulled away from him to turn to see the rest of him. He was quite tall, about 6 ft 3 may be and very fair. His distinguishing mark was the sricharan (long red vertical line) on his forehead – a very pious Iyengar indeed. He must be in his mid 40s, a bit chubby for his 6 ft 3 frame and was smiling at me serenely. I smiled back at him thinking happily that he is as close as I could get to lord Krishna today and it felt like a good sign to me seeing him like that. ‘Yes, I am Chithra and you must be, God?
He roared a big laugh and I could see his belly jiggle freely over his tight shirt as the buttons seem ready to pop out anytime. He looked a comical to me. I am Gothandaraman ( he stuck his hand out jovially leaning forward) I shook his strong hand and felt it clasp over mine just like an adult’s hand holding a toddler’s, but despite its enormity his hand was so warm and soft – even softer than pretty face’s. The smile intact on his face he continued, ‘The nice people here including her (poking her on her shoulder with his meaty finger making her squeal and jump) felt it’s a waste of time to call my name in full, besides (pointing to the shricharan on his forehead) this helped too.. lo, Gothandaraman became God. J All three of us laughed again, this time I looked forward to watch his tummy jiggle in his tight shirt. He looked like one of the Cuddly Bear toys to me and the more I thought of it the more it made me laugh. (cuddly, he sure turned out to be !)
‘And you, we’ve only asked for an assistant in our team, but they’ve sent an angel’, he lavished flattery. I smiled shyly. He dismissed pretty face after that and opened the door inviting me inside. I thanked her too and stepped inside. As I had been pre-warned, the room inside was a lot colder and I made a mental note to bring a sweater from the next day.
As the day grew, my respect and liking for god only grew. He turned out to be such a nice and jovial person to work with and he helped me with setting my desk up. I spent the rest of the day familiarising myself with the work at hand and asked his help which he did enthusiastically. We had lunch together at the canteen and we got to know about each other’s background. During the course of the day, I learnt that he is a widower for a few years now. Rivers of sympathy rushed from my heart as I offered a few comforting words. The rest of the day flew by as I was very busy learning stuff and he got immersed in his work too. The day flew by. He waved me good bye as I started home, saying that he usually works late as he has nothing to go home to. Unsure of how to react I nodded and just said ‘Raman sir, take care then’ and came back home, thinking about him all the way back.
I told Ravi all about my first day experiences as soon as I reached home and a large part of my narrative was about painting a grand picture of pretty face and Raman sir. Ravi listened very interestedly and even mentioned that he would like to see this ‘God’ character. He laughed when he heard how he got the name and how he looked like a cuddly-bear toy. He cuddled me after that and planted a deep kiss and then became busy with watching the cricket highlights leaving me to regurgitate more memories from the day at office as I cooked for the family. Strangely, that night when Ravi was pumping me, amidst my moans my mind was picturing the smiling face of Raman with his Shricharan. As Ravi played with my nipples I was thinking of the rather tight chequered shirt that Raman wore. That was strange, I thought to myself, before dozing off.
The next day, I came in prepared wearing my bright yellow sweater over the saree. Raman greeted me loudly ‘I see you’ve come prepared today’. I got my first mini assignment that day and was quite busy with it. An hour and half must have passed by, and I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. Raman was standing next to me in his red T with a warm smile and a mickey-mouse printed mug filled with hot coffee. ‘Take a break’ he placed it on the table and went back to his place to savour his coffee break. I thanked him and we had a little chit chat during the coffee break about TV Programs etc. and we continued our chat during the lunch break. During our idel chitchat, I told about my plans to see actor Surya's latest movie and that I’d seen all his movies as I am a big fan of him. The rest of the day flew past. The next days we have pretty much established a routine, a morning greeting, coffee break, lunch and another break, during all of which we talked about pretty much everything under sun, from cricket to kulfi, from politics to pope. I was awed by the depth of his knowledge in so many topics and whatever is the topic of our conversation he’d have something interesting or funny to talk about it.
First month had passed and I now knew most of the people that work at the office and I liked the relaxed and flexible atmosphere. While the other colleagues at work are being nice to me, I realised that I enjoyed Raman sir’s friendship and company the most. These days I am looking forward to our little chit chats during our breaks. I had been telling him about how Ravi and I went out for dinner to celebrate my first salary. He smiled and produced something from his pocket. It turned out to be 2 tickets for the latest surya movie that I had been mentioning a few days back. ‘This is for you. Enjoy the movie with your husband and let me know what you think tomorrow.’ First I refused, but he insisted that it was no big deal for him as he has the right contacts to get these tickets anytime he wanted. As a parting shot he added, ‘If you ask me, instead of watching Surya, you should be acting with him’ as I giggled taking in the flattery – he took the liberty the moment offered and looked at me from head to toe assessing me. His eyes were at my hips and his smile still intact he added, ‘the directors would do anything to get a girl with your kind of figure act. Cinema’s loss is Ravi’s gain’. Smiling, I told him to stop the nonsense and thanked him for the tickets and quickly went back to my seat. That evening Ravi and I watched the movie and as expected, like any other Surya film, it was super good. We had an extended break the next morning where we were talking about the movie. At the end of our discussion I told him that my husband is deputed at the US for the next 3 months on an assignment and will have to leave next week. He was silent a bit and then said, ‘I know exactly how it is, to be alone’ and went back to work.
The following week passed by in a bat of an eyelid and on Friday Ravi left to the US, the first weekend I am spending on my own in a long time and felt terrible sitting in front of the Tele most of the time and couldn’t wait for the Monday to come. ‘Back to civilisation’ I said when I greeted Raman on Monday, quite relieved that I can talk to him. I told him that apart from the brief telephone conversations with Ravi, the weekend was so boring and he nodded understandingly. That afternoon we had a problem with the office A/C and all of a sudden the room became so hot like a baking oven within minutes. Raman switched on the portable fan at the corner of the room as I stood up from my chair to pull the yellow sweater off me. My hands were busy behind me as I was pulling the sleeves of the sweater off me and the pallu was naturally out of place and as a result, as I stood pulling away the sleeves awkwardly, Raman sat on his seat and rolled closer to me looking at my exposed tummy and tits. The strong breeze from the fan did further damage by blowing the pallu more and I could see a smile form in his lips as he didn’t make any attempt to hide that he very much liked what he is seeing. Because I am wearing a sweater these days I didn’t quite care if the saree dropped below my navel as the sweater was adequately long. I would usually adjust the saree properly before leaving the office, in the WC. Today’s unscheduled stripping of the sweater projected my deep navel in all its glory as the saree waistline had dropped down at least 3 inches comfortably. Eaten alive in shame I tried to peel the sleeves of the damn sweater only to find that it was tangled in my bangles and seeing Raman’s smiling face admiring my ‘show’ I shook my hands behind me in frustration, causing my tits to jiggle nicely, and I could see Raman’s appreciative eyes rolled up from my navel to my jiggling tits. He remarked enthusiastically, ‘see, Did I not tell you the other day? Not only do you have the looks but also you how to shake these well’ and laughed. Blushing, ‘Cheeeei…… look away Raman sir’ I shrieked in shame and turned away from him. Though wearing low-hip in itself was no big deal, the thought of sheer helplessness to cover up made my face go beet red in shame. As I turned away from him, Raman was laughing aloud and pulled the sweater off my hands to help me. ‘Here you go Chithra’, he placed it on the chair and went back to work as though nothing happened. I was still in daze as I quickly adjusted the pallu. I went back to work and an hour later the A/C came back on. He turned his chair to face me with an expectant naughty smile. ‘Aren’t you going to wear it back Chithra’ he laughed. ‘Shut up Raman sir.’ I replied in mock anger and stood up and facing away from him, wore the sweater back. As I was buttoning it, I heard him over my shoulder – ‘Too bad, I won’t get a chance to see that gorgeous navel again today.’ I buttoned up shyly and sat back and without looking at him replied in a angry tone. ‘Men are pigs’ and went back to work. He said ‘sorry’ but I didn’t reply and continued to put up the angry façade and avoided him for the rest of the day.
I was thinking about the A/C episode for a long time that evening and my mind still recalling the ‘very interested’ face of Raman sir. I even felt happy that he quite liked what he saw. The next couple of days, I continued my mock anger and avoided him cutting short our conversations to greetings and good byes. Secretly though I kept wearing low-hip daily hoping at the back of my mind that the A/C would fail again! On Friday evening when I was about to go home, he stopped me. ‘Chithra, I understand you’re spending your weekends bored to death. Why don’t you visit my place on Saturday or Sunday, give me a call and I’ll pick you up. May be we can watch some Surya movies in the home theatre at my place.’ He passed me his number. I didn’t know how to respond. I said, ‘I am not sure Raman sir’ but took his number with me anyway as I left the office. I wasn’t sure if it would be proper to visit him so I didn’t call him on Saturday and tried to keep myself busy by doing some tidying up and trying a new dish from the cookbook. Talking to Ravi late night, I told him about the boring weekends and he prompted me to not stay at home and go out somewhere.
Waking up late in the morning on Sunday, sipping the coffee I was toying with the idea of whether to call Raman or not and flicked the TV on. The moment I saw the same old drab serial on I made up my mind. I picked up the receiver and dialled the number and the familiar brisk voice answered. ‘Good Morning Raman sir’ I started. ‘Wow a pleasant surprise Chithra. How do you like spending time with me today?’ he came straight to the point. ‘Sure, if I am not troubling you’. ‘Nonsense, get ready and I’ll pick you up in an hour’s time, now give me your address.’ I gave him my address, shed my nightie and stepped in the shower thinking, why I didn’t mention anything about Raman sir’s invitation to Ravi the previous night. I shrugged the thought away as I got dressed up and as I secured the saree clip to hold the pleats I made sure the saree is a good couple of inches below my navel purely to taunt him. The lavender chiffon saree that I chose is fairly transparent, which should be giving him a good indication of the plunging waistline beneath the pallu, as I looked at my reflection the mirror and smiled. I have blatantly refused to wear low-hip when Ravi had asked me to, during earlier occasions but now I am finding myself going for it, quite willingly. The violet matching blouse is my current favourite. Its velvet soft and body hugging elastic type, totally button-free and supposed to be worn without a bra as it has built-in bra cups. I have worn it only twice before and both times I loved the way it felt. I usually avoid it wearing to work or due to its deep neckline, showing my cleavage quite generously. Today I felt mischievous enough to give it another try and just as before, I felt naughty and the familiar tingle between my thighs came back as I looked at my own cleavage in the mirror before covering it up with the pallu.
Just when I sat back on the couch contemplating whether to turn the TV on or not, I heard the calling bell ring and I opened the door to find Raman looking stylish with his coolers on still and his wavy hair looking a wee bit out of place. He let out a low whistle looking at me. ‘I think I need to have a chat with Surya’ he said standing at the door. ‘Mockery later, now please come in Raman sir’ I invited him with a smile. Even through his Ray- Ban I can make out his eyes roaming all over me. I walked inside asking if he would have a coffee. ‘Wow you look splendid Chithra.’ he replied to my question. I smiled a polite thanks and now ‘coffee or nor?’ sure by all means, he said and sat on the couch, comfortably. His T shirt riding up a bit showing his well endowed belly but he seemed unconcerned as he picked up a magazine on the table and turned its pages while I made him the coffee. ‘It looks like I will have more opportunities to see where I left the other day’ he said, standing at the kitchen entrance staring at my exposed hip as I picked up the sugar from the overhead cupboard. That made me blush as I responded shyly, ‘shut up Raman sir. If this is your main agenda for the day, seeing more of me, then I am calling the plan off.’ I am surprised at myself for not bursting out in anger at his remark and not making any attempt to cover myself up and acted as if he wasn’t looking at me at all- when in actual fact he was literally stripping me with his eyes. But I liked letting him talk to me like that and letting his eyes wander all over me, despite our big age difference.
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I felt thrilled like a teenage girl when I handed over the coffee with a mock anger in my face. He too sensed that my anger isn’t real this time as he took the coffee from me and decided to play along. ‘Ok Chithra, as you wish. If you don’t want me to see you, I will not ever look at you in an ‘appreciative’ sort of you’ and laughed as he sipped the coffee. I laughed along as I couldn’t keep up the anger for long. ‘No, seriously, you look gorgeous’ he complimented sincerely. I beamed with pride as I thanked him shyly. ‘Thanks for the refreshing cup of coffee, now lets go to my place – he stood up after the coffee and I stood up too. We reached his car, a nice Honda Civic and he opened the door for me. ‘Nice car’ I said as I got in. ‘A proper car with good A/C is definitely needed for Chennai’ he said as I started feeling the cold air on me. ‘This reminds me of the office’ I said and we both laughed as the car glided almost silently. In about 5 minutes drive, he parked the car in front of a villa on a quiet side street. I looked at him surprised. ‘Is this your house?’ Surprised for multiple reasons, that he lives so close to me and his house is so huge. ‘Yes Chithra, it’s what mty grandfather left for me and is rebuilt 5 years back. Come in.’ I was amazed as I walked towards the front along the path dividing the lawn on both sides which was impeccably mowed and looked very lush. The gardener who was busy fertilizing the coconut trees along the compound wall saluted him as we walked in. He stared at me for a second and turned away. ‘You can go Raju, once you’ve finished the work at the trees.’ he dismissed the gardener as he opened the heavy oak door even as I was contemplating whether to remove my sandals inside the house or the marble floored front porch. ‘Don’t worry Chithra, you can wear it in.’ he said as he urged me to come inside and closed the door. I removed my footwear as I stepped inside and was completely awestruck at the enormity of the hall and the interior décor swept me off my feet. He let me stare in daze for a few seconds before interrupting me, ‘Don’t mistake me Chithra, I didn’t earn all this working for our company. This is the wealth from generations.’ He laughed as he climbed the stairs to the floor above urging me to follow’ I looked around as I climbed up and he took me straight to the kitchen. ‘Help yourself with whatever you find. During weekdays there is a cook to make food for me, but during the weekends I normally ask her to take off.’ I found the glasses neatly arranged and opened the fridge to find fruit juices lined up. ‘Orange juice?’ I asked him. ‘yep sure, help yourself. I will set the home theatre meanwhile’ he stepped into the next room.
When I stepped in with 2 glasses of grape juice into the room next to the kitchen I was stunned by the ambiance. It was like stepping into a theatre quite literally. The wall facing the entrance has been completely converted to viewing screen with a very large comfortable couch facing the screen and a table in front and several speakers placed strategically. The light was still on when I entered the room. I noticed a small liquor cabinet adjacent to the couch. ‘Raman sir, what is this? Outside you look like God-reincarnated and here you have things that god will never approve of?’ I asked the question with a mix of anger and surprise, anger and my opinion of him was sliding down-hill at that moment. At this day and age, one in every 4th person is probably a social drinker, but not god. The way he looked and carried himself all these days, I simply didn’t expect it. Even the exquisitely decorated pooja room opposite to kitchen that I saw as I was coming in, only confirmed what I was thinking about him so long. But now, what am I seeing. The Shricharan and Shiva’s regal together simply didn’t make sense in my head. This is like seeing Pope holding an AK47. Coming closer and pointing to the cabinet, he said ‘Oh Chithra, this whole thing would never have been there had you visited me 9 years ago when my wife was still alive. I didn’t take it very well after she had passed away in a car accident. First few months I had shut myself out completely and was doing all kind of crazy things to forget myself. God wasn’t giving me the peace of mind I wanted, by then. Later, much later, I recovered but as I had mellowed down, this habit alone stayed behind. I know it’s not outright healthy and goes against how I look and dress, but I couldn’t care less. I wish I can make you understand it better, but its quite difficult, really.’ He said that in a gentle voice and a sad face that pushed me to the brink of tears. Too bad I didn’t know anything about his background before coming here and I felt terrible finding it out like this. We spoke about so many things in the past month and half but not this topic due to the obvious sensitivity. The softness I had at the corner of my heart for him has now swept across the floor. The next drilling question in my head was to find out why then he didn’t remarry, obviously well-off and all, but I decided to put that question off for now and ask again in a right moment.
‘Sit down Chithra I will be back’ He came back swiftly with some snacks and the big bottle of orange juice for re-fills, if needed. I noticed he got changed into dhoti in which he looked even more majestic in my opinion. The white polo T and white dhoti was a fantastic combination I decided when he placed a box of snacks on the table in front of us and sat next to me picking the remotes. So, any favourites? I thought you might like to start with ‘Nerukku-Ner. ‘Sure’ I nodded enthusiastically, and partly relieved to have had the topic changed. Nerukku-Ner was the debut from Surya, so it’s a bit special for me that way. Soon he turned the lights off and we were comfortably seated and the movie began. I’d have to admit, the effects in the room was as good as the theatre, if not better. As the movie was starting, he explained that the whole system was imported from Europe. He picked up the nearest bottle on the cabinet saying, ‘Vodka marries well with orange juice’. As the movie began we stopped talking and started watching. As the movie progressed and our glasses were half empty, he refilled the glasses with the orange juice and topped up his glass with vodka as I watched. Completely absorbed in the movie, at that point, what I failed to notice was that when he placed the glasses he switched them (by mistake!) As he nervously side-glanced me, take the first few sips, I drank what I thought was orange juice but with a healthy shot of vodka in it. It tasted pretty much like orange juice with a tinge of an after taste but I was too involved in the movie to make a big fuss about it at that point. Soon I started feeling somewhat light headed and relaxed.
During a song, he moved forward to fetch his untouched drink gulped a big swig and took both the glasses for a refill. He did the same trick again, but this time it was much easier for him, as I was sufficiently distracted wondering why I am feeling a buzz inside my head. I told him about it and he joked back that it must have been due to looking at Surya after a while. I smiled back and continued to watch the movie and sipping the second glass he refilled. After finishing about a third of it, this time the taste definitely felt different and my head became heavy too.
As if on cue, pausing the movie, just about the same time Raman sir said in a shrill shocked tone, ‘Oh No. Chithra, you’ve been drinking off my glass all this while, I didn’t notice it too’ ‘Oh.’ Was all I could manage as I stared at him totally confused.
‘you’re about to ask how it happened?’ he said and I nodded vaguely.
‘I must have somehow picked up your glass by mistake. You poor thing would have picked up the remaining one. My apologies. I was wondering too, why there was no effect.’ We both smiled . ‘yes, the effect is all here’ I added as the shock wore off giving away to incredulity and then to a feeling of resignation after a few long minutes of staring at the ceiling, I came to a logical conclusion that what’s done is done and I of all people consumed alcohol in the most unlikely of scenarios.
Seeing my confused face calm down a bit he asked, ‘so, Did you like it then?’ I just smiled as saying a no would be a lie. I felt fairly dizzy, but quite alright otherwise and infact, quite liked the sensation, but there is no way I am going to admit it to him. He said, ‘you can continue to finish what’s remaining in your glass if you want. Up to you.’ And he turned the movie on. We were back at the thrilling scene and we both began watching.’ The right surrounding, the right kind of entertainment and the right sort of company must have prompted me to shed my guard down, as I found myself picking up the unfinished glass now with the knowledge that there is alcohol in it and I continued to sip it. Now, knowing what’s in it, it tasted so differently for some reason and the effect was more perceptive now, for some reason. What started as a buzz now formed a thick cloud around my head and a bit later my eye lids felt heavy and I couldn’t keep my head straight already and leaned back and rested my head back on the couch slanting, cursing myself for finishing the rest of the glass. It felt nice before that, but now it feels nasty. That sensation was nothing like I’ve experienced before and I felt my head was floating aloft somewhere close to the ceiling. In order to see the hit-song from the movie properly, I tried to open my eyes as widely as possible but was no good as I could see the big screen in front of me sideways. ‘Are you alright Chithra’ I heard Raman’s voice as he came closer to me in the couch, humming the song along. ‘Don’t tilt your head too much, you’ll be dizzy then’ he leaned closer to me and said that gently. I tried a proper reply but managed a ‘mmm’ and next instance, I felt my head resting on his shoulder. I watched the song where simran and surya were walking and running non-stop. Just watching them run made my head spin and I closed my eyes resting my head and left cheek on his bulky, soft shoulder. I could feel the faint smell of his perfume. He moved his right hand around my neck as I felt my loosely tied hair pressed against his hand. My face was on his T-shirt sleeves as I felt my lips brushing against the tip of his polo T, as I felt his right hand caress my back gently. ‘I am not caving in’ I decided in my mind. Deciding was one thing, but I was wondering how I am going to shout even, leave alone put up a fight , if need be – as I felt his right hand holding my shoulder drop down and rest on my hip over my saree hugging me closer- sandwiching my left and his right thighs together.
Alarm bells and sirens began ringing so loud in my head both of us sat cuddled like lovers while the movie’s climax was on-going.
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‘mm…nnnaaao’ was all I could manage when in reality I wanted to scream get your hands off me right now!!’ Raman smiled an whispered ‘you’ll be OK soon Chithra’ while the fingers of his right hand crawled over my soft tummy to gently grab the pallu at my waist and pulled it to my right, baring my tummy. At the same time I felt his breath on my forehead and the bridge of my nose. Even as I was thinking of asking him to move away, his lips softly grabbed my nose and he slid his lips along my nose. It was so wonderful a sensation, one that I am sure to remember for life, despite being dizzy a bit. Gripping my hips with both hands, he seamlessly switched his lips from my nose to my left earlobe, a more conventional hosting ground for foreplay. To my own surprise I moved my face allowing him access to my face and neck nicely, feeling his warm breath down my neck. Both his hands were on my hip now, his right hand around me in a cuddle was playing with the fold at the waist while the left was poking and fingering my navel. As every cell in my body became alert and responded to his touch, I realised that I became ‘completely active’ from being drunk a few moments ago. As if spellbound, I opened eyes wide enough to notice very clearly his right hand pulling my pallu off my shoulder completely, but I did nothing to stop him, though I wanted to scream a ‘no, don’t’. As we were sitting so closely together, my right hand was resting on the couch’s armrest and my left hand, now squarely on his thigh, over the soft material of his dho.. wait a minute, its not his dhoti, I opened my eyes again to look where my hand is and his dhoti has moved away and I was resting my hand on my upper thigh. There it was, Just above my hand, unmistakable. His monster of an erection was straining to pop out of his rather tight brief and I can see the outline of the bulge very VERY clearly. I kept staring at it breathing aloud, as he was busily licking my earlobes and fingering my navel. ‘I so wanted to do this to your navel – ever since you showed me your ‘treasure well’ at the office – you know.’ He whispered and looking at where I am staring he smiled again, ‘like what you see? Why don’t you feel it.’ He gripped hand and he placed it on his magnificent erection. By now, fully alert, I was shell shocked by what’s happening. My hand is on the stiff tool belonging to someone other than my husband! My fingers felt the mild movements of his scrotum over the soft material of his dark blue jocks. I had a choice to pull my hand off him, but for some reason I just couldn’t.
Even as I was contemplating on what to do with my hand his tongue was busily exploring my left ear in a level of detail that made sure that my attention was totally focussed there. I was succumbing to the subtle ticklish sensation as his tongue swivelled around my ear. His hands climbed up from my tummy to caress my bare upper midriff and reached the base of my favourite velvet elastic blouse. As his nose nudged my left cheek and his tongue continued to play with my ear, his fingers probed the base of my blouse. His fingers slipped inside the blouse quite easily since it’s elastic with no hooks. Soon, I felt his finger nails brush against my naked boobs and also the inner lining of the cotton cup under the blouse. My brain screamed a HELLLOO!!!! inside my head. I decided to protest before it goes too far and just as I started off with a ‘Raman sir’ in protest, his fingers pushed the cups of the blouse up from below in one smooth motion, exposing my braless tits completely. My protest that started off with a ‘Raman sir’ ended up in a shrilly ‘please stop’. Surprised he whispered in my ears ‘No bra?’ I bit my lips in embarrassment. My face instead of showing anger, showed only an awkward shame and I tightly shut my eyes the moment my tits popped out.
In a feeble attempt to stop him, my right hand grabbed his which is around me now, holding the right cup of the blouse, while my left hand which was resting on his VIP briefs, gave his balls a good squeeze, making him yelp just as I as was squealing for him to stop. I felt myself pressing my thighs together tightly as I lay on the couch stretched. While his right hand is held by mine just below my right breast to stop further advances at least for now, his left hand cupped the soft flesh of my naked breast and he gave it a nice squeeze holding it just below the nipple. I jerked in response and squeezed his balls over his briefs as the back of my wrist was pressing firmly against the base of his erection. The popped out cups of my elastic blouse was pressing against my skin pushing my tits down even more, making the whole thing look quite erotic. Surya was fighting the villains meaninglessly in the screen opposite.
Letting out a slight grunt, he squeezed my left boob again and as he expected I squeezed his balls and pressed my fingers on his scrotum to feel his balls moving under my fingers. Seeing a smile erupt my face, ‘ohh..hoo..hoo.. naughty’ he said chuckling. He released his left hand from my boobs and grabbed my left hand and raised it all the way above my head, while at the same time his right hand pushed my whole body forward from the couch. As I came forward I felt his right hand shook my grip over his and instead grabbed mine and pulled it over my head to meet my other hand. Grabbing both my hands with his one hand, ‘Naughty Chithra.’, he said, chuckling, He used his free hand to pull the elastic blouse easily over my head and I opened my eyes a peek to find that I am sitting topless while the lights are still on. Overcome by shame again, I tried to wrestle free from him, only to be pushed back on the couch again. I felt his hands pull the blouse off my hands gently, all the way out. ‘Nice blouse Chithra.It’s a pleasure to remove it’ he said with a big smile while my face burnt in shame. ‘Of course it is not as nice as the pair that it was covering up so long’ and he poked my left nipple gently. I quickly covered my naked tits with my hands and squealed. He was laughing loudly as he threw the blouse to a corner of the room and we both could see that it fell on top of the bulky book cup- board in the room. ‘You are not going to get it back anytime soon now’ saying, he smiled at me and placed his hands on my naked shoulder. Half of me wanted him to take me right there so badly while the other half was screaming to stop him right there and slap him hard and run away. Torn in a mental turmoil, my pleas and protests were half-hearted. ‘ No Raman sir, no. this is not proper’ I opened my eyes and pleaded him in a whisper as his hands now leisurely caressed all the way from my shoulders to my wrist and as he reached the wrists of my hand he poked and caressed my tits, what’s exposed at the gaps of my covered hands. I was so worked up by his caresses that I could feel under my palm, my nipples very, VERY erect and I am so totally wet between my legs. Not heading one bit to me, he turned me towards him and as I sat facing him he slipped his hand from my shoulders underneath to my armpits and started digging and poking me there. I shrieked and giggled and clenched my hands tightly trapping the fingers of his right hand. He laughed along with me as I laughed and squealed a ‘Nooo’ at the same time his left hand started poking my hip. As he continued to poke me around, I jerked and squealed and finally dropped my hands from my tits to grab his hand and amidst giggles muttered a ‘Sto..oop it Raman sir please’ as my hands reached his he instantly grabbed them again and lifted them over my head and my back arched forward as I sat jutting my tits right up his face. His eyes darted from one to another as he whispered, ‘you’ve got the perfect pair in the world chithra’, and still holding my hand he moved forward and planted his lips on my right tit. I let out a sigh as his tongue started flicking the nipple. His hand was still holding mine, but feeling the resistance wane, he loosened his grip and continued to lick my nipple while his other hand caressed my other tit gently. Slowly the hand that was holding my tits dropped down and rested on my armpit and feeling the smooth skin he stopped licking my nipples and whispered ‘nice’ as his fingers felt my shaved pit. I smiled eyes shut, enjoying his petting now, having given my fight up, even before I started. He gently pulled my mangalsutra out of the way from the valley in between my tits before he buried his face there.
My hands grabbed his hair as he buried his face between my tits licking the middle while his hands tweaked my erect nipples like increasing and decreasing the volume of radio.
‘ufffff…. ‘ I heard myself moan as I arched my back forward to allow him better access and my hands gripped his head tighter just in case if he decides to stop it and move away!
Soon , he did a very good job of painting my tits with the red shircharan due to all his naughty acts, as we both noticed when he lifted his head up briefly. His smeared forehead brought a smile on my face as he continued to suck and squeeze my tits. Seated with my thighs pressed together with his body over my, with every rub and a move, I could feel my aroused clit getting rubbed in all the right away and I am fast approaching a quick one. Just then, at the back of my head I heard that familiar noise, the ringing of my cell.
I could hear the muted rung from within my hand bag , a very familiar sound. Amidst gasps I said, ‘My phone Raman sir.’ He just ‘sssh’d me and pushed me back and continued to do what he was doing. The ringing soon stopped after a few seconds and I decided to ignore it too. In a minute, just when I was getting back to continue the erotic thoughts in my mind, that aid my ‘release’ the sound again. That sound again. I heard THAT sound again. I imagined a grubby pair of hands forcibly pulling me away from my beautiful fantasy land. The muted ring sound of the cell phone sounded so loudly like a huge church bell chiming. Yes, it continued to ring.
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Unable to ignore it any longer, I shifted my upper body to grab the small red handbag to pull out my ringing phone. Visibly frustrated, Raman picked up the remote to mute. I sat bolted upright as I saw the overseas number appear on the phone, wondering why Ravi is calling me at this hour. I nearly yelled into the mouthpiece a ‘Hello’ as Raman slipped from the couch and squatted in front of me resting his elbows on my thighs, his fingers resting on my saree’s waistline. Ravi sounded a bit sleepy and enquired what I am doing. I instantly changed topic asking why he is not in bed yet, buying time to think, to lie. He said, ‘It’s Saturday night here. So I went for a movie with my friends here’ and started telling me all bout it. While listening to him, I was thinking furiously how to excuse myself and tell him that I’d call him later, without looking suspicious. But, Raman sir, didn’t make it any easier as he too found out that it was Ravi on the phone and smiling at me he started fingering my navel. Terrified, I shook my head wildly and grabbed his hand to stop him. His smile grew bigger as he drew his hand away from my hip. A bit relieved, listening to Ravi’d version of how FBI guy did a fantastic job in the movie he saw, I quickly pulled my pallu back over my naked tits to cover them up. Just then Raman, sitting in front of me on the floor, lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulders, and locked his hands on my legs, sort of like pinning them on to his shoulder. It was happening too quickly. Talking to Ravi, adjusting the saree and keeping track of Raman, doing all at the same time, was a bit overwhelming. Just as I was faking a laugh at a joke apparently, from Ravi, I felt the bottom of my saree pushed all the way up to my knee and Raman’s hands started slipping under the saree. I just got the idea of what’s running in his head and as I watched in horror, his hands crept under my saree and petticoat and rested on my bare thighs. Sitting in that position with my thighs parted I could feel his fingers caressing the smooth skin of my inner thighs as he let them sprawl all over my thighs. I pleaded him with my eyes while I continued to engage Ravi in the conversation, desperately wondering how to end the call. Struggling to breathe normally, I shifted left and right to try and deter Raman, but nothing stopped him, as I felt both his hands moved up now and started brushing my panties!
‘Don’t’ I shrieked as Raman’s hands gripped the waist band of my panties. Ravi asked ‘Are you alright Chithra’, I sighed and replied. ‘Ravi, I meant don’t stop now. I couldn’t hear you there for a second, I thought I lost you’. As I was spinning my yarn to get out of trouble I felt Raman’s strong pair of hands pulling my panties down from under the saree. I nodded my head vigorously, begging him with my eyes to stop. I held my free hand on my pelvic area over my saree to try and stop him, but it wasn’t of much use. With my legs on his shoulders still, he eased a hand under my thighs and the couch being cushiony, he pressed his hand on the couch to easily get under my butt cheek to get hold of the panties from behind and in one quick and easy pull, he pulled my panties down to my knees smiling. His mischievous eyes glinted as he slowly pulled my very wet panties rest of the way out. He dangled it in front of my face enjoying my awkwardness. He threw it away on the same corner where my blouse lay, out of my reach and released his grip on my legs. I quickly pulled away from him and rolled over and lay on my tummy along the length of the couch, still nodding to Ravi. He was enthusiastically telling me what he ate outside that evening and about his plans for sunday. It’s not like I have never snubbed him or disconnected his phone line in the middle, before. This time, due to the circumstances that I am in, I found it really impossible to invent even a simple white lie – like I need to use the toilet or someone is at the door or something. I found myself glued to the phone, hearing Ravi’s voice. Does a part of me want to hear Ravi’s voice while Mr.Iyengar is having quite some fun with me? Is my mind secretly longing for a cheap thrill like this?
Just to fuel the fire, Ravi was saying things like, ‘I miss you dear’, and started being appreciative of the attractive girls in the neighbourhood of the company accommodation he is staying in. I responded too saying how much I miss him in a horny voice. Usually I would have yelled at the top of my voice if he spoke about other women to me. So he does that time and again on purpose to irritate me. He was intrigued by my response as well and asked me what happened? I responded with a ‘I so miss you Ravi right now’ with a touch of truth and a lot of betrayal in my voice, as I felt Raman grabbing my legs sitting at the other side of the couch. ‘wish you’re here right now Ravi’, I said as Raman spread my legs wider and rested his hands on the back of my thighs over my petticoat and saree and let it roam around all the way up my smooth buttocks. ‘mmm… when are you coming back? Get back here soon… I miss you’ I added in an erotic tone, just as Raman pushed the saree and petticoat all the way up my thigh, just below my butt cheeks. ‘what are you doing?’ asked Ravi as I tried in vain to brush off Raman’s naughty hands which where were hungrily trying to pull my dress rest of the way up. I am so horny at that moment, but that didn’t mean I would willingly want to parade my bare butt cheeks for Raman in day light. Even Ravi doesn’t get that honour usually, but Raman seems to be a different kind of a guy altogether. ‘am just laying in the bed and thinking of you Ravi’ I said as Raman managed to lift the saree and petticoat all the way up, to my hip. I felt my own hand brush my naked butt cheeks as I tried yet again to pull my dress down. That made me cringe in shame leaky wet at the same time as Raman was enjoying the sight of me giving up on trying to release the dress from his grip and the desperate attempt to cover my butt crevice with my hand. My face was hiding nothing, the state of horny feelings mixed with total embarrassment was all to apparent in it. I was not even able to scream loudly to vent my feelings as I continued to ‘heat-up’ Ravi.
While my hand still was trying to cover up the crevice, stupidly, Raman bent forward and planted a kiss on each of the butt cheek, making me clench them in response! He still didn’t so much as lay his fingers in my private area, which only increased my anticipation. Between my slightly parted thighs my super-moist pussy was glistening, but it will have to wait for its turn. Getting into the groove, Ravi asked me, ‘what are you wearing now’. I smiled at the question, as at the same time Raman’s hand crept under me to pull the saree pleats quickly out of the petticoat. Most of it had already come loose anyway, so it was just a quick pull and he easily slided off the saree from my hip in seconds. As the pallu section of the saree got trapped in between my tits which were pressed against the couch, I made a last ditch effort to delay the inevitable a few more seconds by trying to hug it under my arm pit, while I answered Ravi’s question in a seductive voice, ‘Not much Ravi’ he beacame naturally very interested, ‘tell me what are you wearing’. Just then Raman enjoying my playful resistance, holding my saree in one hand he placed his other hand on my waist and turned me over. As the petticoat had already ridden above my butt, as I turned, my pussy was exposed in all its glory. Red faced, reflexively I moved my hand to pull the petti down. As I did that, Raman easily pulled the rest of the saree off me, bunching it, threw it away from the couch. ‘Tell me’ I heard Ravi, again. Looking at Raman I whispered back to him, ‘Just removed the Saree, am just in my petticoat and nothing else. I am so hot here’ It reminded me of Mahabharatha where Bhishma announces ‘Ashwathama hatha kunjaraha’ and Krishna blows the conch loudly when kunjaraha was muttered so that Dronacharya couldn’t hear that bit. Its not telling lies, but simply distorting the truth. While its true that my saree got removed just now and am feeling so hot, I didn’t want to add additional info that its being removed cunningly and someone unknown to him was having the time of his life stripping his beautiful wife while he was on the phone just then, getting all excited about it!!.
‘What? Not even panties?’ he asked. I am so turned on now, looking right into Raman’s eyes I answered. ‘yes my panties is gone as well, It must be in a corner somewhere now’, exchanged glances with Raman as he smiled at me. His gaze dropped from my face down to my naked tits. Smiling shyly, I crossed my free hand over to cover them up. ‘Sssss, wish I am there, miss you dee… are you going to take the petticoat off now?’ I heard him breathe a bit louder over the phone. Despite having enjoyed me a countless times before, this new kind of build-up must have turned him on.
Raman didn’t hear the question (or so I think) but on a cue, his fingers undid the petticoat knot loosening it and just as it started to depart from my hip I realised that it’s the last piece of clothing still attached to my body and I dropped my free hand and held on to its end. ‘yes, its being removed now’ I answered Ravi as Raman took his time to open my fingers one by one, holding on to the petticoat. ‘Done?’ asked Ravi. ‘Not yet, just undid the drawstring’ I responded back into the receiver in a whisper, while I sat up and nodded a pleading no to Raman as somehow I felt, loosing all my clothes to him would evaporate my last defences, if any left in me. Besides, I felt too ashamed to be butt naked while he hasn’t shed one bit of his clothes, after all I have known him only just over a month. ‘Come on Chithra, drop it now’, Ravi gave a mock command. As I was sitting up now, my tits much closer to Raman, he gave my right tit a good squeeze. Distracted, I left my hand from the petticoat to push his hand squeezing my breast. With a mischievous glint intact, with the one free hand he lifted both my legs up in the air, to raise my butt cheeks off the couch and pulled the petticoat down to my knees and dropping me down, he pulled it all the way out with a silent chuckle and threw it away in a corner. Resigned, I released my grip on his hand that was on my breast, answered Ravi ‘Its gone as well, I might have a bit of fun now, before I go take a shower.’ I don’t know why I said that, but it felt like that was the right thing to do. Even more so, admitting to him indirectly gave me added thrill, as I was discovering that instance. Raman admired my clean shaven pussy and he attempted stroke me there, but I quickly crossed my thighs to stop him.
‘Wow, go on. You’ve been transformed in the past 2 weeks. I can’t wait to see you next week. Go on, tell what you’re upto. Make me happy too’ he said. Raman stood up and walked by my side, taking his time to look at my naked body from head to toe. Sitting closer, he ran his fingers all over me as I kept pushing his fingers off me shyly while telling Ravi that I’ve been touching myself all over looking at the mirror. ‘whooaa,… he exclaimed in obvious excitement which turned into frustration quite understandably’ In a weird way, at that instance, I imagined, how it would be if Ravi was here as well, along with Raman in person. Even the very thought of it drive me wild. Just then Raman, pulled off his Polo T, and I got to see his upper torso. The thick white holy thread was dangling close to me as he leaned closer to me to plant a kiss on my forehead. I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation and when I opened my eyes back he was standing again, and was pulling his dhoti off. He came close to me again and cupped my tits. ‘Holding my tits now and playing with my nipples now, thinking of you… ’ I gave a status report to Ravi while I used my freehand to pull the blue jocks from Raman sir to free up the struggling soldier. Man, I wasn’t disappointed. Soon Raman shook his hips to put a little show of a dance to get rid off the jocks off his body, as I pulled it down. He kicked off his jocks and moved to the corner of the couch and bent down to adjust a lever and pushed the couch, and it doubled back into a proper bed. Smiling he climbed on the bed as I told Ravi, ‘Now I’m lying down in the bed’ Raman continued where he left, diligently as he played with my nipples. My right hand brushed on his stiff member as he sat close to me and my fingers wasted no time, encircling it, just as a creeper vine would, on a supporting stalk. It felt good, I admit, to hold his throbbing tool. Warm, yet stiff and erect, almost brushing his lower abdomen. I ran my fingers along his balls , gently pressing and cupping them when he latched on to one of my nipples and started sucking on it nicely while the other one got tweaked at the same time. Breathing loudly I spoke over the phone, ‘Playing with my tits and nipples Ravi, thinking what you did to me, before marriage at the beach, remember?’ Ravi used to do all sorts of mischief in public when we went used to visit the lovers area, a secluded section designated for lovers and newly weds in chennai, just before our marriage, before moving to Hyderabad. ‘Yep, golden days’ sighed ravi, also breathing heavily now. Obviously helping himself up. ‘what are you doing now Ravi?’ I asked. ‘Oh I am lying in the bed, naked now stroking myself up dear.’ Ssss , I moaned, hearing that. Suddenly, a wave of guilty pleasure swept me across, as Raman squeezed my pussy lips with his free hand. ‘ Go on stroke it for me, back and forth’ I told him in a low voice, not believing my own ears that I am talking such trash. While at the same time, my hand was doing the same thing to Raman’s tool. He gasped silently as he let hi index and middle fingers inside my slippery wet pussy, while his thumb explored the head, the clit area. His thumb nail sort of pressed on it and rubbed gently, while his 2 fingers slipped in as far as he could let it slip in one quick motion, making me jerk and arch my hip in response. Hearing me moan and breath loudly Ravi was breathing loudly muttering sweet nothings, recalling how he breached my salwar and panties to gain access to my pussy. For his benefit, I added a few more naughty things he did to me there, which made Raman hotter, as he continued to finger me faster hearing my accounts at the beach. This is supposed to be our very private conversation but somehow having a filthy audience in the form of Raman, drove me mad mad wild. He was absolutely loving it too! he moved his other hand from my breast and brought it behind to cup my buttocks and started kneading the flesh when I was telling Ravi, how I loved it when he squeezed my backside in the bus. What was happening at that moment there in the room, to me was like fantasy turning into reality and a lot more.
The whole setting, getting to play with Raman’s erection, and prolonged immense foreplay and to top it off sharing horny experiences with Ravi on the phone in parallel, it all kind of tipped me over and I felt that I am approaching a very strong climax after mere couple of minutes of fingering from Raman. From my tone and my lack of response and my build up in breathing, Ravi made out that I am about to cum,’ he was literally shrieking’ ‘ Come on Chithra … uh.. yes’ while he himself was stroking furiously. I clenched my thighs as I lifted my bum in the air and rocked my hip in a sort of gyration as Raman moved his fingers back and forth. He looked at me amazed as I held his tool a bit too tightly and closed my eyes. He had a bit of difficulty in moving his hand freely as I had clenched my thighs so tightly together, but nevertheless he didn’t stop moving his fingers inside me and his thumb was rubbing my clit non stop. Within a few more seconds I felt my whole body go rigid and I screamed loudly clutching the phone so hard that it could have cracked. Bursts of short spasms followed after the first prolonged one, and it was a bit special as it’s the first one after nearly 3 weeks and in altogether different situations. After what seemed like an eternity, the giant waves of pleasure rippling through my body subsided slowly and eventually died down as I lay there limp still holding Raman’s hand tightly. After several seconds of rapid breathing on the other end, there was a series of quick groans, building up in frequency and volume, typical sign of Ravi about to get off.. A loud wail at the other end and a few more whimpers later a satisfied sigh that brought a smile on my face. As the phone was not too close to my ears, Raman was able to hear the climax performance of Ravi’s orchestra as well. He showed a thumbs up and smiled. I told ravi that was nice and small talked for a couple of more minutes and then excused him saying, ‘Ok Ravi, I’ll call you later, I need to take a shower. You take rest too’ and planting a kiss over the phone I disconnected the line and threw the phone away exasperated, but smiling.
Just after I had cut the phone, Raman laughed loudly and punched on me. ‘wow that was quite a performance that you had put on. He was sitting on me and over my tits I could see his erection. He played with my tits as he spoke and the three fingers of his right hand was wet and glistening. Soon his tool made its way in the valley between my tits and his hands pressed my tits together squeezing his shaft in the middle. He pulled my hands and replaced his with mine and indicated me to hold my tits together in that position. Ravi has never done this and I was curious to know whats going on. Next thing, he started moving his tool back and forth just like he would, inside my pussy. Man, this feels great, I thought as I held my tits together watching his tool dart in and out from the middle. His hands were playing with my nipple and pussy, one in front and one behind. Few strokes later, he seemed, somewhat unhappy, pulled out of the position. ‘Not smooth’ he muttered and moved closer to my face still kneeling over me. Before I could comprehend, his monster of a tool dangled in front of my lips, rubbing and it was almost like it was knocking a door asking permission for the door to open.
Its not like I am stranger to that thing in my mouth. I have taken Ravi’s a few times before, but not a big fan of it. But on this occasion, impulsively, I parted my lips open just a wee bit , and he thrust it in instantly. My teeth were blocking the path and his tool almost brushed my teeth like a tooth paste. Next instance I opened the mouth wider allowing access and he let his tool hit the back of my throat instantly. ‘Very good Chithra’ he complimented. I got up , resting on my elbows moved my mouth back and forth with what little experience I had of doing it. My eyes bulged wide in shock at the size of the thing in my mouth as this is much bigger than what I had handled before. My tongue lapped along the underside of the tool. Seeing my relative inexperience, he gyrated in and out rather than expecting me to do it and soon I got the hang of it and played along. When he took his tool out after a bit, I teased him by swirling my tongue at the tip of his shaft. He groaned aloud appreciatively as I continued to flick my tongue at the tip, while playing with his balls. After a few moments, he held my shoulders and sat on top again and resumed the earlier position making me hold my tits again. Now all slippery and wet with my saliva his thick tool slipped in and out smoothly. As I watch it fascinated, it darted back and forth, in and out , in and out , as he kept his hands on his hips and gyrated faster and faster, and soon I could see his whole body shake and shiver, and as he continued to shake back and forth, his thigh muscles visibly tightened and I watched him ejaculate all over on my milky white tits. I squeezed my tits tighter and every time his slippery rod popped out of the valley between my tits, it spitted more of the white substance over and over. After what seemed to be a dozen or so such spurts, he sighed and sat on my tummy briefly before rolling over to my side.
I lay there still, with his cum all over my tits, staring at the ceiling, mind fluttering with guilt, exhaustion and ecstasy all at the same time. Few seconds later his hand touched mine, ‘Wow, that was great Chithra, here.’ he handed over his dhoti from the floor. ‘Here clean up, for now’ I took it from him silently and wiped my tits. We both lay there on the bed like that, watched the home theatre screen playing in mute. It has switched to playing the songs from the DVD after the movie and we watched a whole song with out sound and without talking to each other. During which time, Raman’s hand held my waist and he gently caressed and stroked me.
After a full song had finished, he go up and ushered me also to get up. ‘ Come lets take a shower like you told Ravi.’ ‘What? Like this? Together?’ I’ll take a shower on my own’. I responded, realising that I am still naked and not even under the covers. He had gotten up by then already and pulled me by my hand forcing me to get up. ‘Ok, Ok Raman sir, I am coming’ He held his hands on my waist and propelled me forward. I tentatively looked around for open windows or anyone else in the house as we both walked with nothing on, in the huge house along the corridor to the master bathroom. Walking ‘freely’ was not as bad as I thought as I had shed my inhibitions now. Once in the immaculate bathroom, we walked up to the shower and we both stood under it. As the jet of hot water in just the right temperature and right pressure caressed my body, I felt I was in heaven and instantly leaned back to rest my body on his. He held my shoulders briefly as the water hit my face and I closed my eyes. He let his hand travel down and adjust my mangalsutra to the right position and cupped my boobs. I felt his now limp tool brush against my butt crevice. I enjoyed the whole shower thing together and soon he applied the shower gel on my tits and gently started massaging me all over. I returned the favour by turning to face him and applied the soap back on him, giving a special attention to his resting soldier, in the process waking him up again. By the time I was cupping his butt cheeks nicely, in the pretext of applying soap, his tool was back in attention. His fingers were also generously slipping along my crevice and they reached for my pussy from behind as he pressed and played there during each stroke.
He made me turn back again and instead of the fingers, slided his now stiff cock along my slippery butt crevice back and forth while his hands busily played with my nipples. I leaned forward resting my arms on the wall in front of me. Soon, as his tool slided along my butt crevice every time, I found myself spreading my thighs wider and leaning forward more. ‘ You’re remarkable Chithra’ he hissed in my ear, as he dropped down a bit and when he popped back up his tool had entered my pussy which has been in an ever wet state for the past few hours now. It had slipped inside easily as I groaned a ‘aaaargh’ he held my hips as he started humping me. I leaned forward further, my face and hands almost pressed against the wall. One of his hands moved from my hip to my tits grabbing them and mauling them. With the other, he slapped my butt cheeks. The first hard slap he gave, I yelped ‘aaaaaaow’ He responded with a quick pinch of my nipple as he moved his dick in and out of me. As I screamed again, he slapped my back again. It was not really hurting, but then the slapping and pinching took me by surprise. Nevertheless, it turned me on too. His soapy hand went back to my crevice again and while he continued thrusting his tool in and out of my pussy, hitting the inner wall every stroke, his hand slipped into the crevice again and felt my anus. While about the same time, the other hand dropped down too, to rub and pinch the area where the inner lips join and just above, roughly getting the clit region right, triggering the right switches on. As his other hand reached my anus I tensed my butt cheeks and tried to shake my head to stiop it, but can’t do much as my face was pressed against the wall. I ended up moaning a ‘mmmnonooo’ as his index finger slipped in a bit. Surprisingly, it felt alright and not too bad as I feared. As I relaxed a bit he wiggled his finger lightly. It felt very weird but nice. He continued to stoke up my clit and behind and as he continued his in and out , in and out movements. His little voyager’s expedition has been a grand success today so far. As he kept playing with my body non-stop while his monster of a tool filled me in, I couldn’t hold it for too long… after few minutes of the frenzied activity I felt the familiar feeling of ecstasy returning again. This time I didn’t hold back and started to scream as he’d thrust me with his each stroke and moaned and gasped aloud at his every flick of his tricky fingers.
Soon the pleasure wave engulfed me all over again, and soon I’d cum again all over. I felt as though I had locked his tool inside me as I exploded from deep within. With my eyes closed while the explosion took place I pictured the finger in my anus wiggling furiously and somehow that added a colourful dimension to the whole feeling.
Just as the pleasure wave was receding within me, I felt Raman’s thrusts pick up tempo and he was moving in and out , in and out faster and faster and faster, and he screamed an ‘aaaaaaah’ and just at the nick of the time he took his tool out of me slid along my buttocks and had cum all over my butt cheeks while I faithfully hung my butt out for him to finish his job!
He hugged my soapy sweaty body and we stood in that position as he turned the shower on. We stood hugging each other as we washed one another. I felt like my whole body rejuvenated. After taking a proper shower, we went back to the Home theatre room. Just as I started to look around for my dresses, he told me to relax and grabbing his dhoti he went to the kitchen to prepare coffees for the both of us. We enjoyed sipping the coffee and relaxed a bit. Finally he got dressed and he gave me back my saree and petticoat. ‘Come on Raman sir, what about the rest.?’ I asked him. Its getting late and its dark here already. So no one will notice, just this will do, he threw the shawl he gave me the first day. I am going to drop you home anyway, come on’ ‘They’re my souvenir to remind me of the cracking lady I spent the time with today.’ He patted my butt cheek slightly and I withdrew from him, before another session could start.
I got dressed in the costume he dictated, the saree, petticoat and the shawl and just as he promised, he took me home straight. No one saw me, but the thrill of travelinig in public with nothing else other than the shawl, despite only 2 kms of journey and despite being dark and despite no traffic on the road, was priceless. As I reached home, I waved good bye to him and crashed on the sofa locking the door, my head started to count on the events that took place that day. Parts of it I liked it very much. The trouble is, Ravi will be arriving in 3 days time and how am I going to handle things? I thought to myself and I was lost in thought about this as I fell asleep, dreaming what the next few days have in store for me.
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