That was shaping up to be quite an afternoon. Just a couple of hours back when I left home, it was bright and sunny and now it looked like there would be a heavy downpour any minute. I was cursing myself for my decision to leave the umbrella behind when I left home. Carrying the groceries on one hand and the bag full of novels and books I had purchased on the other hand I was looking for an auto to escape the rain and reach home as soon as I can. The usual slow moving autos in the bus stop looking for customers seem to be missing. Cursing myself I was waiting there impatiently when the first drop of rain fell on my bare back, just below my neck, just above the blouse. Before I could realize the raindrops were all over and becoming more intense by the second. The shelter at the bus stop was already packed with people, a combination of the ones waiting for the bus and the homeless protecting themselves from the rain. Feeling sorry for them and feeling equally sorry for my own self I was standing outside in the rain. As the rain intensified I was getting slowly but thoroughly wet. In a couple of minutes my blouse and my saree were completely wet and were seemingly getting wetter. I covered my head with the pallu and could feel the raindrops trickling through the saree gap at my lower back steadily seeping in through the waistline reaching my spine, making me shiver. I was holding the plastic bag containing my books closer to me so that the books are at least spared from the nasty rain. Ironically my mind was recollecting the song where Urmila was enjoying the rain with a big smile on her face walking along the market place. I was wondering what she would be thinking in reality if she had to stand like me. Despite the situation I smiled a bit. Thankfully the bus that I should take arrived as I was looking around pondering the situation.
I wasted no time and boarded the bus. The bus was excessively crowded as I expected. Seemed like everyone in the city wanted to board that single bus. Miraculously I found myself pushed inside and standing on the second step of the bus amidst a lot of people holding my both my bags on one hand, desperately looking for something to hold on to, as the bus moved slowly. Behind me there were men hanging on to the wet rails perilously, having space enough for just one foot and the conductor yelled at them to get in. He looked at me standing on the steps in an awkward position occupying a lot of space too. He barked at me, “Step inside madam, and make room for others too”. With that I heard someone from behind yell at me to move forward too. As I was attempting to move I felt a pair of strong hands circling my waist and pushed me forward. I moved up one more step, but the hands were still circling my hip. Those wet hands slipped from my waist and squarely landed on my butt cheeks. In the pretext of pushing me forward, the hands pressed my round butt cheeks. Soon I heard a loud voice from behind presumably the owner of the hands, “move forward madam, there is no space here”. I tried to move but found myself totally jammed in the crowd. Holding on to my bags, water still dripping from my saree totally wet from head to toe, I decided to ignore his hands as of now and didn’t want to create a scene now as it is already stressful for everyone there.
I did manage to move up from the last step and inside the bus somehow. I could sense that the person caressing my butt was standing right behind me. I could smell the odor emanating from the mixture of a musky scent and his sweat. He was literally breathing right at my neck as I was standing awkwardly bracing my bags to my body. I dismissed the thought of keeping the bags on the floor, as the floor was completely wet. My pallu was around my neck as I dropped it off my head once I was inside the bus. The murky light in the bus was doing no good to illuminate. Though it was just four in the afternoon the bus was so dark because of the dark clouds and the heavy rain. He placed his palm lightly on my wet saree again, seeing no resistance from me. I decided to bear with him, as my home is just 2 stops away. The bus was inching away slowly due to the crowd and heavy rain. Personally, I am much grateful to be inside the bus rather than standing at the bus stop. I should stop at this point and tell a bit about myself. I am a housewife, 35 years old. Due to the nature of my husband’s job we move places quite frequently. We moved into this town a couple of months back and things are still quite new to me. I look fairly attractive. I am 5 ft 7” tall and fair complexioned with an attractive face. I still get those lusty looks from passersby as I walk in the street which I take pride of secretly. I am 36C 30 38, quite curvy at the right places. Back to the bus, the stranger’s wet hands are now prodding those well-formed butt cheeks over my wet saree. He could feel the features of my butt and my panty line quite clearly as the wet saree was clinging on me like a second skin. I could feel his hands allover my butt and his fingers lethargically tracing the line of my crevice. He seemed to like the shape of my butt formed over my saree as more and more of its contour was getting exposed as his fingers pushed the thin wet saree material deeper into the crack. At one point I could fell his thumbs from left hands pushing my cheeks and the rest of the fingers caught the elastic of my panty line from my left butt cheek over the saree and dug the saree deeper into the panty. He seems to be enjoying thoroughly as he pushed my panty towards my butt crevice and managed to stuff it in the gap with some force that made me gasp. The wet saree and petticoat could now make free contact on my left butt and his palm totally rested there. Over the saree and petticoat he was taking his time kneading the flesh there while his right hand reached for the exposed bare skin at my midriff.
I was beginning to get worried as he started to pinch my fleshy curvy hip. As the bus stopped and there were some reshuffling going on, I thought of using the opportunity to move away from him, but apparently he was not happy with my idea and as I attempted to move I found his hand on my hip strongly embracing me and pinched me hard directing me to stay. I gave up and stayed put, as I had to get down in the next stop anyway. Despite myself I was beginning to get excited from all the heavy fondling. I stood there as a statue as he continued his assault switching hands now. His right was massaging my butt and the left doing all the adventure at my hip. He spared my boobs as I was tightly hugging my book-bag covering my boobs. He decided to make the best use of what was available at the moment. His wet left hand traced the vast expanse of my curvy hip and resting at the folds duly appreciating them and once or twice attempted to move inwards towards my navel. On both occasions my heavy book bag preventing him and the gentleman as he was, he accepted my resistance. Little was he aware of my sensitivity at that area and I didn’t want to take chances too as I was getting turned on as it is.
As my stop approached tried to break free from him receiving another painful pinch at my hip. I turned and looked outside the window looking for the bus stop while using my hand to adjust the mess me made at the back to my saree. He got the indication that I was going to get down and he removed his hands from me quickly. I was surprised for an instance at his lack of resistance and continued to adjust, straighten my saree at the back, pulled it off my panty, and while I was repositioning my panty I could sense something brush my hand and more out of instinct I caught hold of it. I moved my hand over the length of it for a few seconds welcoming the warm sensation, thinking over what it could be. It took a few seconds for me to realize that it was his stiff rod. Shocked all over I shook it off my hand in an instance and moved my hand to the front to hold my bag just in time as he failed to grab my hand to force me to hold it. Frustrated, he began to ram his hot stiff member on my butt aiming for my crevice and began moving it along the length, but the wet saree would have stopped him from providing the sensation he was expecting as he pulled it back quickly and muttered something under his breath that I couldn’t comprehend. I was just on time to get to the steps to get out of the bus as my stop approached. Thankfully, my suitor at the bus didn’t get down too, pursuing me. Perhaps he decided to stay behind because of the rain.
It was still raining cats and dogs as I was standing under the shelter of the bus stop. Involuntarily I caressed my left hip, at the place where the rascal pinched me so hard. Even at the dim light I could see the skin that turned red now. I was the only person standing there as the others that got down either had umbrellas and walked away or had someone picking them up. It was only nearing five in the evening but was already getting dark. I was looking around hoping to find an auto, standing in the bus stop shivering all over due to the cold wind. My house is about 10 minutes walk from there but I was wary of walking in the rain since I was very prone to the migraine head ache if my head is wet for a sustained duration. Again, there was no luck and no autos to be seen anywhere in sight. After spending a cold fifteen minutes there I decided to walk home from the bus stop. As I stepped out in the rain, I was planning to dry my hair with the hair drier the first thing after reaching home. In the next few minutes the torrent rain, didn’t spare even a bit of me and I was drenched all over from top to bottom completely as I hurried off towards home, walking and running. I had covered my head with the pallu, which offered not even a meek protection. As I walked into my street, my house came in to view finally. When I saw my house I felt like an abandoned sailor lost in the sea, after days of his quest finally spotting land.
I hurried to my house, opened the compound gate and rushed to the front door and sighed a relief as I stood under the sunshade. I dropped the bag and fished for my keys in my handbag. I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t find the keys!! I sat on the steps, exasperated, started searching for the keys frantically. I emptied the contents of the handbag on the floor and shook the handbag upside down. I couldn’t believe what was happening. I lost the keys!! The thought of it struck like a blow on my face. I was staring at the door for a long moment, dumbstruck. Finally, I was assessing my position. My husband Sunil was out of station on one of his field trips and would return only a two days later. His contact number is inside the house. I couldn’t remember his new office number too as he has moved in here quite recently. My son, is happily spending is summer holidays at his Grandma’s place 500kms away. He was so jubilant when he left last week, about the prospects of spending two weeks at his Grandma’s. So here I am stuck in this place all alone. I could get Sunil’s telephone number of his new office from the directory, but I need access to the directory. More importantly I am shivering now. We don’t have any relatives in this town and no friends from his work place that I know of, yet.
Scratching my head I looked around and found the light from the living room window of my neighbor. He is Ravi and he introduced himself few days since we moved in. We don’t know much about his family, but he was a retired widower in his mid fifties who had spent most of his days in kerala working as a government servant and came back to this town, his birth place to retire. His daughter, 10 years younger than me, got recently married and visits his father during the weekends as her husband works in the same time. She has become a good friend of mine over these few days of our stay here as she used to visit our home in the afternoons sometimes. Her father Mr. Ravi, when he had come to visit our place for social visits, became quite close to my husband as their interests collided. They would like to discuss about various topics from cricket to national geographic to photography. Well, enough about these people now. As I stood at the entrance of my house shivering I thought the best option available is to seek their help.
I collected my bags and stepped in the rain and ran towards their house. With the pallu still over my head I was still out of breath due to the “quick walk” and my heavy boobs were swaying up and down as I breathed hard while Ravi opened the door. A short man he was, his face was directly at the level of my boobs. He was notoriously short for a guy only barely crossing 5 feet and when I was standing in front of him, my 5 ft 7” looked like I had a towering frame. He was short and had a stocky muscular frame and was quite fit for his age. At the moment his eyeballs were almost out of their sockets as he stared at me. Most of my midriff was wet and exposed as my pallu hung carelessly over my head and he was having an eyeful of my heaving boobs and my deep navel just inches away from him. It was the first time he was seeing “so much” of me, but I was too tired to cover myself as I stood holding a bag in each hand and my stupid handbag precariously hanging from my left shoulder.
Please come in madam, (he likes to address me that way despite our age difference).
I felt very welcome as he let me in without asking why I was there standing at his door. As I managed a meek smile and let my “total drenched self” into his living room, he quickly closed the main door behind me with his eyes still sizing me up. He was getting a clear idea of the contours of my body as I slowly walked with the natural sway of my hip to the middle of his living room as he stared at my butt dumbfounded. I dropped the bags and turned to face him while he was still staring at me. I felt uncomfortable at the awkward silence in the room. I broke the silence and started with a “Mr. Ravi”. He was back to his senses and he hushed me, and hurried in to the bathroom, returned with a towel. “Here, first dry your head and then tell me what ever it is”. I appreciated the care he was showing towards me. When he came close to me to hand the towel, I could smell a familiar yet unfamiliar smell on him. I looked around as I got the towel from him and could spot a bottle of alcohol and a small glass filled with a portion of it by the side on the table. That explains the smell, I was thinking to myself and as I took the towel from him.
I was standing there facing him, adjusting the pallu to its proper position, I quickly explained to him about my predicament. He listened carefully and nodded an approval at the end. You made the right decision by coming here madam. Don’t worry about anything. “Lets find out Ravi’s contact details, but first you have to change to something else. You look horrible in that state. Please wait” with that he went inside. He came back with a saree, blouse and a petticoat. “Here madam, change into these. These belong to my daughter and I hope it fits you.” With that he held the blouse in his hand and looked at my boobs inquiringly making me squirm. He then chuckled, “ I am sure these fit you. Please change before you catch cold. Bathroom is over there”. He showed me the way. I noticed the obvious omission of the inners, but I was too shy to bring that up. I managed a smile and collected the clothes from him and quickly headed for the bathroom. It was rather a small bathroom for the house of that size. I hung the new clothes on the hanger and removed the wet saree. I looked around for a place to put it and decided against putting it on the floor as I could wear it again once it is dry. I hung it on the bathroom door. I felt much better getting out of the wet saree already. Little did I know about the plans of Ravi, as he stood from the corridor watching my wet blouse join the wet saree on the bathroom door. I soon untied the knot of my petticoat and pulled it out over my head not wanting to let it get dirty and hung it along with the rest. Soon his intent eyes watched the bathroom door to make sure that my wet brassiere and panties join the party on top of the door. I stood there naked, pulled the towel and started drying myself up when I heard the knock at the door. “ Madam, please open”. It was Ravi and I was confused. Why is he knocking now? Thinking to myself, I shouted from inside. “Could you please wait for a few minutes, I shall get dressed”. Outside, Ravi was thinking to himself “there is no way that I would be missing this”, uttered. “Madam it is important. Please open the door; I have a bucket of hot water. Please have a hot water bath else you may catch cold. Its for your own good.” I was momentarily touched and cursing myself for mistaking his good intentions I hung the towel back on the hangar as it was too small to warp around me and opened the door a little.
Ravi was standing there without the any bucket as I peeked my head outside. With a stupid smile, he said, “Please pass the bucket there behind you and I shall bring it. The heater is at the backyard. Sorry for this trouble.” As he expected I was a bit careless, and left the door unlocked and walked a couple of steps inside the bathroom to fetch the empty bucket uttering, “Its ok Mr. Ravi, I am the one causing all the trouble”. Opening the door a wee bit wider he enjoyed the split second nude show as my body was turned away from him to fetch the bucket. He had a great view of me butt naked bending to fetch the bucket. He turned to face away as I came back to the door and stood behind and opened it wider to give the bucket to him. As he took the bucket he said, “ I shall collect these wet clothes of yours as well madam, so I can put them in the drier and so you could wear them sooner”. Not waiting for my consent he just grabbed all my clothes as I stood there watching from the other side of the door all my wet clothes disappear. I thought I heard a mild chuckle as his hand grabbed by panties. I was standing there my face beet red waiting for him to return.
After a few minutes he returned with a bucket full of hot water as promised and I had to open the door wider. I could have covered myself with my wet saree when I opened the door, but he had taken it away and I can’t use the dry clothes since I would spoil them, as I am yet to take bath. He was pleased that, his plan had succeeded so far. He ordered me with a hurried voice, “Please open the door wider madam. I need more space to keep the bucket in.” without waiting for my response he opened the door wider and as he placed the bucket at the middle of the bathroom he was getting a great view of my naked self trying my best to cover myself with the towel barely covering my boobs and vagina standing there facing him totally embarrassed. As he placed the bucket he had a great view of my naked legs and he looked at them for a good few seconds in the pretext of regaining his breath. It felt so weird standing in front of my neighbor buck naked with nothing to cover except the skimpy towel. He maintained his gentleman stance and apologized for the confusion and the predicament he had put me into directly looking at my face. With a beet red face I managed to utter, “Its OK, Thanks for the hot water Mr. Ravi”. He used the occasion wisely. He stepped forward and patted my naked shoulder. “Any time madam. I am here to help you”. His hand lingered on my shoulder a bit longer than necessary as I looked back and forth between his hand and face, my face doing a very bad job of hiding my confusion and the underlying feelings. Seemingly satisfied, he smugly removed his hand off my shoulder and still looking at my face, “ I shall leave you in peace now madam”. He left the bathroom closing the door behind him. He was whistling softly as he walked back to the living room, planning his next move, as he was so far delighted at the prospects of his unexpected “catch” today. Things were going the right way so far, exactly as he planned. Pleased with himself, he took a sip of the whiskey and closed his eyes to relive the scene in the bathroom and my naked figure was still lingering in front of his closed eyes. His hand was still patting the air as he patted my shoulder. He was muttering softly, “I know what to do next”.
Once I was alone, I was still finding it hard to comprehend the events of the day that were unfolding in front of me. Still in my senses, I locked the bathroom door and took bath in the hot water still revisiting the events of the past few minutes in my memory. My respect for Mr. Ravi increased manifold as he maintained his eye contact despite the fact that I was buck-naked. Pushed into the back of my head were his open stares of my chest and hip as I stepped into his house. I reasoned to myself that it was not the way imagined. In any case, the hot water indeed was making me feel good. I felt so much better already and I regained much of my composure. For a few minutes I totally forgot my predicament and where I am. I enjoyed the shower and dreamily lathered myself with the liquid soap and bathed for a long time. When my fingers reached down there, I closed my eyes and touched myself there for a while enjoying the sensation. The fellow in the bus definitely had turned the switch inside me ON. I kept my fingers busy for a little while, then all of a sudden realizing where I am, a bit ashamed of myself I finished the rest of the bath and wiped myself dry. I did my best to dry my hair, but I couldn’t do much with the lousy towel. So I didn’t bother much.
I tried the petticoat first. Ravi’s daughter anupama was a fair bit shorter than me. So, as I’d expected her petticoat’s length was much shorter than my usual size. Sighing to myself I wore it much below my usual waistline so that it is not too far above my ankles. I was not at all comfortable, but I was consoling myself that it is only for a few hours. I tried her blouse on. As I’d expected again, she was much slimmer than me and it was too tight. I couldn’t even fit in my sleeves in her blouse. Frustrated I threw the blouse on the bathroom door and continued to wear the saree on. Ravi could see the blouse appear on the bathroom door from the living room and was very satisfied that the part 2 of his plan worked. Smiling to himself he allowed another small sip of whiskey to himself. He didn’t want to spoil the rare evening by getting himself drunk. He was waiting in the living room patiently like a spider waiting for its unsuspecting prey to get trapped in its web. Just like the spider, immobilizing the prey first with its poisonous bite, then neatly wrapping the prey with its making it totally vulnerable, Ravi was waiting for the right moment, only instead of wrapping, he has to unwrap his prey now with its full consent as he does not approve possession by force.
As I tucked the fleets of the saree into the petticoat and had a good look at myself in the bathroom mirror, I was positively horrified at my own self. No way, could I present myself like this in front of Ravi. I was looking obscenely erotic with that striking red saree worn well below hip with nothing to cover my top except the thin transparent pallu. The red saree was providing a nice contrast to my fair skin and was really complimenting, but this is not my home. I finally decided that I don’t have much of an option and covered myself with the wet towel over my shoulder to hide my nakedness and cover my large brown areolas as the red saree was doing such a poor job of masking them. The transparency of the saree exposed more at the waist than covering. Sighing to myself I opened the bathroom door and walked tentatively towards the living room. Apparently, facing away from me, Ravi was engrossed in the TV news and didn’t seem to be aware of my presence in the room for a few moments. Too shy to call him at that state, I just stood there staring at him. At last he looked at my direction, looked stunned for a moment, then pretended to adjust his spectacles and muttered, “wow, that saree suits you very well madam”, while he was eyeing me from head to toe his gaze stopped a wee bit longer than necessary at my deep navel that was clearly seen behind that transparent pallu. He did an extremely good job of hiding his anticipation and totally averted his gaze from my huge breasts, as it was possible to easily spot the outline of the shape of my boobs and my now erect nipples.
His attitude increased my confidence in him. The fact that he is not openly staring at me despite my attire increased my trust in him and made me feel much safer in his presence. Gradually I fell for his plan and began to trust him. He asked me caringly if the dresses were fitting me in a very casual tone, though it was clearly obvious that I was standing there without the blouse and a petticoat that was several sizes shorter than mine.
Shifting myself uncomfortably I explained to him about the blouse and asked him if he had another blouse a little bigger perhaps. His eyes traveled to my shoulders and rested on my wet towel. They shone a moment and he got up his eyes still staring at my shoulder. He approached me with a pleasant smile on his face.
With the same plastered smile on his face he came so close to me that for a moment I thought he was going to collide on me. At the very last minute stopping just short of brushing me his smiley face uttered, “madam, this towel seems to be the one you had used after the bath and it has become wet. There is no point in wrapping it around, if you intend to change into something dry right?” with that he rested his soft palm on my shoulder and caressed it lightly on the towel and continued his strokes a little longer than necessary with just the right amount of pressure. I have no idea, why I stood there listening to him, without protesting or brushing his hands off me. “See, the towel is wet madam. I shall bring something thicker, warmer and drier for you to wrap on. I shall take this wet towel off, before you start to shiver again”. He was talking to me so casually that whatever he said made sense to me and I was nodding along with him. Just like removing a piece off paper that was stuck on my hair, he warned me off casually and took the towel off my shoulder in a whiff. All the while looking directly into my eyes and not looking elsewhere. As both my hands were dangling free while he was talking to me I was at the worst possible defense when he quickly yanked the towel off my shoulder. His disarming attitude and his slow and charming slow talk was lulling my defenses very effectively. I stood there for a few moments almost topless except for that transparent pallu facing him as he was smiling at me with the wet towel in his hands. He nodded to me (triumphantly?) and walked past me (carefully looking away) muttering, “I shall be back with something nicer and warmer than this wet towel for you madam. Please be seated in the meantime”. I was back to my senses as he went past me towards the bedroom. As he passed me, I was suddenly back to my senses and I urgently pulled the pallu more securely and slowly walked to the couch. Without me realizing he was looking back while he walked towards the bedroom and with a considerably widened eyes, feasting at my marble back of which most of it was exposed, but for the meager region covered by the pallu.
He was thinking, “I shall work my way today to lay my fingers on the creamy backside.” Smiling to himself he stepped inside the room as I stepped forward to sit on his broad comfy sofa.
The leather sofa was so cold that I squealed and stood up as fast as I sat, as my bare back was not accustomed to the cold sensation. I didn’t realize that he was secretly enjoying the fantastic view of my bouncing tits underneath my pallu as I got up with a jerk. “Almost there lady, wait till I lay my hands on them and squeeze them so hard that you squeal even louder than you did just now” with that, out of my sight, inside the room he was massaging my imaginary tits with his outstretched hands with a lusty smile on his face, as I sat back on the sofa again, slowly and carefully anticipating the cold surface. He was back in a few seconds as I sat there. He stood right behind me a few moments and called me gently. “Madam.” I leaned forward and while sitting and turned to face him inquiringly. Wasting no time he leaned forward from behind the sofa and covered me with a soft and fluffy yet thick turkey towel before I could react. In the pretext of doing so, he let his hands linger a little below my neck, as if adjusting the position of the towel and as I was looking below, I could see his fingers brushing at the edge of my cleavage on top of the pallu. He drew his fingers away, before I could decide whether to protest or not and patted me gently on the shoulders. “Now, that should make you feel much better madam. Relax now”.
With that he walked away and sat on the couch to face me as I moved back into the sofa. The towel did make me feel better and was covering most part of my upper torso. I was feeling warm and self-assured. I thanked him with a smile and he seemed jubilant. As promised he called my husband’s office to find out his current address & phone number so that I could call him and inform him of the situation. It was already too late by then and most of the people from my husband’s department had already left and the one that answered was a trainee and was not very helpful. I was concerned but Ravi came close to me and informed. “Don’t worry madam, what are neighbors for? Please stay put here for the evening and on the first stroke of 10 tomorrow we shall call the office again and inquire them. I am sure you would help me the same if I am caught up in a fix like you are now” I nodded slowly and agreed to his suggestion, as I figured out that there are not a lot of options left for me.
“Good then, make yourself at home. I shall bring you something that would warm you up good.” I noticed the madam missing now, but was not too concerned, as he was several over 15 years elder to me. He placed the remote on the sofa right next to me and stepped in to the kitchen uttering, “Help your self”. I picked up the remote and was mindlessly shifting channels. He returned after a few minutes with a huge mug of something boiling hot. “Here, try this out madam, an Irish coffee. Specially made for you.” I had no idea what an Irish coffee is all about? “Thank you” I took the large mug from him without any questions. As I was holding the mug with my hands and about to sip on it, he took the remote that I’d placed by my side and sat next to me in the sofa maintaining a respectable distance. “I need to sit here madam as I don’t have a good view of the TV from the other chair. I hope you don’t mind.” He was smiling at me sitting a few centimeters away to my left. I said “its alright” and shifted a little bit away from him and started to sip the thick and different looking coffee. The warmth offered by the cup was making me feel nice. With the remote in his hand he was looking at me as I took a sip. As the hot thick syrupy coffee entered my throat, it was a taste that I had never tasted in my life. There was something else more compelling apart from the coffee in the mug. It was causing a slight burning sensation in my throat and an after taste, which is very different from the coffee. “It tastes different”. I told him. “It’s the typical taste of Irish coffee madam. It’s a nice blend of creamy coffee and a shot of whiskey. To you, I have only added a very little liquor since I don’t think you are used to it, just for the taste aspect. Go ahead madam. Finish it. It would make you body feel warm.”
He was right in that aspect. The first little sip that I took, made my feel warm already and it wasn’t tasting too bad as the funny taste of whatever in it was overpowered by the strong and nice smell of the coffee. I was staring at the mug for a long time and decided to give it a shot. As I sipped again after that long pause, Ravi sighed a relief. “That’s more like you madam. Go for it.” I smiled at his encouragement. He smiled back at me thinking, “You had no idea how much of whiskey I’ve added there lady! Good enough to knock you off the base or at the least dance to my tunes” I continued to sip the commotion that he called Irish coffee. Each sip that I consumed made me feel warmer for sure, but also dizzier. I strangely liked the feeling and as the taste of the coffee was not too bad I continued to sip it bit by bit watching the TV as he shuffled the channels around. He stopped at the Sun music where a popular song was playing. As I continued to sip, the drink was having a telling effect by the minute. I very soon lost my caution over the towel that’s on my shoulder and half way through, every time I raised the mug to my mouth the towel was moving to the side and offering a great side view of my naked skin beneath to Ravi. He didn’t fail to notice this developing phenomenon of course. He accidentally (?) dropped the remote near my feet, while I was taking the mug to my mouth and quickly bent forward resting one arm on my thigh for grip, his fingers dangerously close to my groin and picked up the remote with the other hand. With the same bent position, he looked up at me as I was looking down at him somewhat confused. “Sorry about it madam, the remote fell down. My age is getting on me to bend just like that and I needed some support. Thanks for that” He was purposefully elongating his speech in the pretext of reasoning out to me. Had I been at my normal self, I would have jumped away, or slapped him right away, but due to the effect the drink had on me I was just looking at his hand on my thigh awkwardly. He was getting a “great” view of the base of my bare left boob partially exposed under the pallu from his position. That explained why he was talking to me so long and that explained the sparkle in his eyes while I thought he was looking at my face. Realizing where his eyes wandered, the best I could do, given my situation was to cover my boobs and I tried to move away from him. While I moved, he acted as though he stumbled and lots balance and rested his hand squarely on my bare belly finding the gap accurately under my pallu. He though to him self “Wow, this is a dream come true today. Her waist feels all that I imagined. Let me stop it now and not spoil the whole thing. She is not yet subdued” with that, he uttered aloud, with his hand still gripping my waist. “Extremely sorry madam, I lost balance.”
With the he removed his hands off me. The soft caress of his hand on my waist and the dripping of my thigh together with the drink triggered my emotions for the second time that day.
He sat back, quite innocently and continued to watch the TV. Apparently quite pleased with the way things went so far. I continued to sip the drink as he was pondering his next move. I managed to finish the drink and placed it on the table and leaned back on the sofa. My pallu has moved away quite a bit from my waist due to all the miniature manhandling a few minutes back, but I didn’t care to adjust. I suddenly discovered that my head was feeling so heavy after the drink and all I wanted was to just lay back. I just tightly wrapped the towel over my shoulder, crossing my hands over my chest leaned back heavily on the sofa.
Ravi stopped watching TV and turned to face me now. Sitting there, facing me, he was openly gaping at the wonder view of my exposed navel within a foot away from him as I lay back on the sofa almost drooping. As I continued to watch the TV, which didn’t make any sense to me, I could feel my eyelids weighing heavier too. Ravi noticed it too as he turned away from the TV and sat facing me. He thought, “Her eyelids are now almost a slit. Time for some more play.” He lightly rested his palm on the sides of my hip. By now I had almost closed my eyes and I could feel that he was placing his hands on my hip but I was feeling too weak to resist. His palm rested there for a few minutes and I could feel that he had moved closer to me and was sitting right next to me. I could hear sirens inside my head, to stop him from doing that, but I was sitting there simply letting him caress my hip. It was a nice feeling, as his soft fingers slowly caressed my hip, forming gently circles and tracing along the fold that was formed as a result of my drooped position.
As I was still trying with all my might to stop him, trying to convey my mind’s commands to my body his hand moved further sideways. He gently moved my pallu away from its position exposing my midriff completely and placed his hand right smack in the middle. His hand seemed to be very appreciative of my soft skin there as he stroked me so gently. After stroking me for a few seconds he lowered it a bit below, so one of his fingers landed on my navel. At first gently, and then with a bit more force he poked me there. I closed my eyes completely. Within no time, the rest of his fingers crowded the area. His fingers were so gentle, yet so firm. He traced circles around my deep navel and carefully noticed the increased pace of breath.
He formed concentric circles with varying speed and pressure around my navel as I sighed slightly. His fingering of my navel stopped abruptly making me wonder why, but then I suddenly felt a warm sensation there. It was his tongue! He gripped my knee with his hand and his long tongue darted in and out of my navel. As his tongue darted in and out I started moaning louder. He drew his hand resting on my knee up to my thigh and simultaneously began caressing my thigh, his fingers all the while aiming at my groin. He was forming circles on my navel expertly as I started to moan loudly. I was thoroughly enjoying the sensation, but when his other hand moved up to my shoulder and started pulling my towel off me, I suddenly wanted to put a stop to it before it becomes too late and I reach a point of no return.
Piecing all my mental control together, I pushed grabbed his hand and pushed him off me. I fought to keep my eyes open and quickly adjusted my saree and towel. I looked at him fighting hard to keep my eyes open. He was momentarily shocked, but quickly regaining his composure, he threw that innocent smile at me again. “I neeeeed to waaash my face.” I told him slurring a bit to form the sentence. “Oh no problem, I shall take you to the bathroom madam and help you with that.” he said and approached me to hold my shoulders as I made an effort to get up. “She seems to be a tougher nut than I thought, to crack, but I will succeed. What the hell, I am half way there already!” with that he carried me supportively to the bathroom as I almost leaned on him while I walked to the bathroom. He used the opportunity to place his other hand on my hip and I could feel it move to my butt freely as I walked. I muttered an incoherent “Don’t please” which didn’t have any effect as he freely felt my naked butt over the saree and petticoat. I didn’t care too much too, as the important thing to me at that time was to get a face wash and have a clearer mind.
After what seemed to be a never-ending journey leaning on Mr. Ravi, we finally reached the washbasin in his bathroom finally. I thanked him for supporting me and held on to the washbasin. He muttered a “you’re welcome’ and stood by my side watching me as I leaned forward to open the tap. He was not wasting the opportunity and was enjoying the “side-view” as I spotted his reflection from the mirror when I looked up. Sighing loudly, I decided to ignore him for the moment and splashed the cold water from the tap. As I scrubbed my face hard my whole body was shaking and he was enjoying the view of my jiggling butt so close to him. “Let me hold you madam, you seem to be shaking”, without waiting for my response, he held my lower hip over my saree on both sides with his hands. As I continued to splash water and scrub my face hard, I could feel that Ravi had moved much closer to him and his hip is now slowly grinding into my butt cheeks from behind. I suddenly realized that he started riding me!! Since his grip on my hip was getting tighter slowly. When I looked up in the mirror again, I could see my own very reddish eyes and behind me, close by was Ravi with a triumphant smile was riding me. I could feel his manhood brushing between my butt cheeks freely. He was wearing a Lungi, so I could feel it easily. I was not physically fit yet, to push him away and I splashed the water one last time on my face. The towel around my neck was protecting the pallu from getting wet. The cold water brought back some sense into me. With the senses, what came back also was my migraine headache. I had totally forgotten about the fact, that my hair was wet for so long from the rain and I hadn’t dried it properly. Perhaps, combined with that the coffee I just drank should have contributed to the headache. Despite that, I could think well now, and I was happy for it. As I stood up, Ravi removed his hands from my hips and moved away from me quickly.
I used the towel to wipe my face and after which I ignored him standing behind me and removed the towel completely and attempted to dry my hair with that. Ravi must be having one hell of a time controlling him self, since he could see my reflection at the mirror with both my hands over my head drying my hair. He could see the side and the base of my naked left breast from that angle he was standing and he gave out a loud sigh. No doubt, I was striking a very seductive pose for him and showing him all he could dream off and more. I never thought that this would be a part of the bargain when I stepped into his house that evening and neither did he! Ravi was thinking, “What a structure she has, I should somehow convince her today” and started thinking furiously. He saw me clutching my temples as I dried my hair, “Oh, her migraine head aches. I must thank Sunil for that bit of information. This is good enough to work my way through” and he was suddenly happy faced and continued to wait patiently, enjoying the view, and not making any advancements. I thought of wrapping the towel over me, but it was wet. I turned around and looked at him. Understanding my thought, Hurriedly he ran to the bedroom and came back with another towel and draped it around my shoulder like he would cover an expensive doll. This towel was much thinner and very much smaller than the other one, but I didn’t complain. I was by far relieved that, he didn’t make any advances. I clutched the towel, which barely came up to my shoulder covering just up to my nipples and walked back to the hall. Still, swaying slightly, but steady enough to walk to the sofa by myself, without his support. He didn’t attempt to help me and quietly walked behind me and sat next to me in the sofa.
As we sat there on the sofa, he offered me some chips to eat and that’s when I realized how hungry I was. I readily accepted it and finished off the plate of chips within no time. He ate a little, giving me company. We silently watched the TV for a few minutes. He was turning away from the screen and was looking at my face every now and then. “This is the time. Go for it.” He thought.“Madam; it looks like you are not feeling too well. Do you get head aches if you get drenched in the rain?” he asked me casually after knowing through Sunil, fully well that I do get headaches. It was a welcome topic for me to break the ice, since my head felt so heavy at that very moment he was asking. I just pressed my temple with my thumb and closed my eyes and nodded. “Oh no, that’s very bad madam.” Said Ravi. He just got up from the sofa, and abruptly walked away to the kitchen. I sat there, looked at his back a little confused. He came back after a few minutes carrying a bowl with forceps containing something hot. “Madam, try applying this heated oil to your forehead with some pressure. It is medicated herbal oil full of medicinal herbs, used for the ayurveda massage. When I lived in kerala, I learnt the ayurvedic massage in a proper way for sometime. Try this one madam. It will definitely help.”
The smell of the hot oil was very nice. It was so nice that I closed my eyes and enjoyed the intense aroma of the oil for a few minutes as he brought the bowl containing the aromatic oil close to my face. The mere smell of the oil was producing a soothing effect to my nerves. He was eyeing at me with anticipation as I was breathing in the oil. “It was worth a try, she fell for it. There is no way, she is going to find that I had bought that at the Kerala ayurvedic massage centre situated 4 streets away after my last massage session there” he was grinning looking at me. I opened my eyes and took a bit of oil from the bowl and applied it lightly on my forehead and massaged my forehead with both my hands. The feeling of the warm oil on my forehead was wonderful. As I was doing so, I felt the bowl in front of my face suddenly beginning to shake. I had found the reason quickly. As I was applying oil on my forehead my pallu moved away to one side completely and since this towel was not as big as the other it didn’t do a very good job of covering me and Ravi was getting an unhindered view of my naked left breast standing right in front of me which made him loose control. His eyes wide, he was staring at it. My face turning beet red in shame, I had adjusted the pallu back in its position and covered myself quickly with that stupid towel, the best I could.
“Sorry about it madam, I think you have some trouble with applying the oil, given the way you have dressed now. Perhaps, I could help you. So you could lean back and relax madam”, said Ravi. I thought about this for a while. Ravi proved to be a gentleman for the most part that evening, but pounced on me when he got an opportunity. Instead of providing him with sneak shows like this and tempting him more, his idea seemed to be better, as it would help me treat my headache too. After all he is going to just apply it my forehead, I thought and nodded to him. He seemed to be very happy at the suggestion and walked behind me and stood there. He placed the bowl on a stool behind him. He stood behind me and started gently applying the warm, thick oil with both his hands on my forehead as I leaned back with my eyes closed. After applying oil sufficiently on my forehead and hair, he started making gently yet firm circular movements with his thumb from one corner to the other of my forehead. “God, it feels so good and wonderful,” I thought. His thumbs stayed on either side of my temple and he applied pressure at that area and massaged there for a while. I felt like I was floating in heaven.
Ravi was thinking, “I have been on the receiving side, and now, I should carefully remember my massage sessions I had before and I must re enact it here. Only here I am the one giving the massage to a lady with a wonderful structure. That is all. I should not blow this opportunity. I remembered reading somewhere that, for severe headaches, wherever you touch or apply pressure in and around the head region, it would feel wonderful for the affected party. So just play around using her reactions and responses. Constantly keep talking and throw some jargons and act like a professional”
“ Madam, these are the most important pressure points.” Ravi explained as he pressed my temples. I nodded slightly with my eyes shut. My headache was vanishing quickly. Ravi switched from my temples to the bridge of my nose. To my own surprise I groaned loudly as he applied pressure there. It was clearly a roaring approval for Ravi as he massaged the bridge of my nose for a considerable time, with me groaning and sighing alternately as that was the area where my headache was at its worst. He switched his movement. He continued to apply pressure to the bridge of my nose with one hand while he took some more oil and applied it on my hair. His fingers were caught in my locks and were traveling freely back and forth in my hair. He gently grabbed my hair at my scalp and gave a tug. It was bringing me unbelievable relief and I sighed aloud. Seeing my very positive response Ravi continued his lecture. “ The scalp area houses the most important nerves of your body and needs proper attention madam” with that he applied more of that sweet smelling warm oil to my head and massaged my scalp, while I felt like I was floating at the doorsteps of heaven. My lips curled to a smile and my eyes shut dreamily. He continued to massage my scalp for a long time digging his fingers deep into my hair. He pressed and massaged it several minutes and then dived in to my eyelids. His oily fingers pressed my eyelids gently back and forth. So gently, that I felt like someone was brushing a warm flower over my eyes. He was doing it so expertly. He moved from my eyes to my cheek offering a very thorough attention to the cheek muscles. “These muscles are the ones that receive least care madam, but they need that extra bit of attention, especially for smiley faced people like you” with that he gently pulled my cheek muscles on either side massaged in rhythmic circular fashion. He though to him self “now I have access to your cheeks and soon I will get access to your butt cheeks, with your complete consent. Wait and see my luscious lady” suppressing a smile he continued to massage my cheeks as I sat there thoroughly enjoying the “treatment”. He even massaged the space between my nose and lips. I never knew until then, that there is so much relief in the massage. Shortly after, he moved to my ears and his fingers started playing with it. “With all the noises that your ears are exposed to everyday, they need special attention you know”. He gently grabbed my ear lobes and gave them a tug and massaged the flaps of the ears. I just managed to mutter a “mmmm” in response as I was feeling too good to speak.
His hands moved from there to my chin and then to my neck. Standing behind me he massaged my neck. “The nape of the neck is a very important pressure point madam” his magical fingers were massaging the nape of my neck as I once again groaned aloud in pure pleasure. I could feel that my headache has completely vanished now and I never thought that massaging the nape of the neck would feel so good. “ This is the area which is so good in concealing the pain madam, until its let out, you wont realize that it is a pressure point that is capable of stockpiling so much of stress and pain and so it the collar bone madam.” I couldn’t agree more with him at that moment. He was quickly, and yet gently pushing my towel from my shoulders and together with it pushed my useless pallu too, a bit and massaged my exposed collarbone and shoulder area with the oil. With my eyes still shut I was thoroughly enjoying his fingers on my shoulders forming circles and pressed me alternatively.
“ She has enjoyed it sufficiently. Time for the next phase of the kill” thought Ravi.
He stopped the massage abruptly. I was feeling a mixture of confusion and disappointment. I opened my eyes and looked back at him. Despite his short stature he seemed to be towering upon me as I faced him. “Madam, there are a lot more pressure points to take care of, If you don’t mind, please lie down. That is, only if you want to. I shall massage your back if you want to. If you felt a good relief with the facial massage then I am sure you would appreciate it too. Give it a try please. You can have the towel on all the time so you don’t have to worry about the modesty bit.” He presented his case so humbly that I fell for it immediately. Besides, I was feeling so good and refreshed after the massage. The grogginess I felt after the coffee and the headache I had after the rain, were totally gone. So, I thought of giving it a try. I slowly nodded my head. Ravi smiled at me and nodded back politely, but thought to him self. “Forget about the modesty bit, I will surely reduce you to your birthday suit very soon!”
“Please stand up a minute madam, I shall unfold this sofa. It is a sofa cum bed you see.” I was surprised and stood up watching him unfold the sofa. My head was feeling so light when I stood up and I realized that I was almost back to normal and a lot fresher. “Please lie down on your belly madam while I heat this oil up a bit and be back in a minute. The hot oil brings relief from the pain faster. Just relax madam”. With that he quickly left the hall with the sofa converted to a bed in front of me.
I was staring at the bed not so sure now. Ravi came out of the kitchen, and casually in a business like tone, “what are you waiting madam? Lie down please. I will be back in a minute”, and went into the bedroom. I sighed and decided to give it a try and mounted on the sofa/bed and slowly laid myself on the belly, a little awkwardly. He was waiting inside the bedroom and patiently watched me adjusting and tugging my flimsy towel around shoulder tightly. He thought from inside, “yes, the final hurdle is through now”. He quickly removed his underwear at the bedroom hiding from my view and removed his shirt and tossed them to a corner and hurriedly went back to the kitchen to fetch the bowl.
He came back to the hall bare-bodied but for his lungi as I looked at his attire questioningly. “Bear with me madam, I was sweating badly after that massage session.” I was visibly confused but accepted his explanation anyway. In any case since I was lying down I wouldn’t face him anyway. For that brief moment I saw his upper torso, noticeable, was his shapely biceps. I was wondering to myself about his “fit” shape despite his age and crudely compared his arms with that of Sunil’s and allowed myself a naughty smile. Sunil is a chubby kid when compared to macho Ravi” I thought to myself and suppressed a giggle. As Ravi stood behind me he noticed my giggle and felt reassured that I am in the right track. With full of enthusiasm he placed the bowl filled with oil on the stool by the side and stood beside my hip. Arms crossed he stared at my upper body. “Now, off goes her pallu” he thought. He went to the bedroom quickly and was back with a pillow. “Here madam, use this to support your head. Lift your head up a little please.” As I lifted my head, he placed the pillow under my chin firmly. He stepped back to my side and muttered in a full business-like tone. “Now, your arms above your head madam, like this” he grabbed my hands him self gently, yet firmly and brought them both above my head in a big circle and rested them on the pillow before I was thinking of any protest. I was horrified at the thought of the sides of both my naked boobs seen clearly pressed against the sofa. He saw that too and thought “Wow, hands on it, in a minute”. I started, “But my, my..” fumbling for words, unable to finish the sentence I started to move my hands back to cover myself. He saw what was coming and quickly caught my shoulders. “Relax madam, I see your trouble here. I shall correct it for you.” With that he yanked the towel wrapped around my shoulder, completely off me with a sudden force. “ I shall cover you up differently now, are you happy?” He quickly covered my upper back with the towel so that my breasts are covered. “Are you okay now madam? The hands should be over your head. That is the right position for the back massage madam since your rib cage is stretched properly in this position for maximum pain relief.” I just nodded dumbly what he said seemed to make sense.
Happy with himself he stepped back and looked at me. He could still see the base of my left breast pressed tightly on the sofa, when he bent a bit and he was clearly satisfied with that. He came to my other side, to my right. “Now, madam” he started a little hesitantly. “ The towel is ok to wash if it gets oily, but the pallu will be all spoiled, so if you don’t mind” not giving me room to think he placed his palm of his right hand on my hip and slid it smoothly along my hip underneath in the gap formed between my pallu and my skin. As his hand kept creeping inside I involuntarily arched my belly up. He took his time and when he felt my navel for a few seconds, satisfied, he gripped my pallu tightly and held the towel on my back with his left hand. “ I shall remove the pallu without disturbing you madam. Relax” All I could manage was a “hey don’t” as I could feel his right hand pull my pallu all the way over my shoulder and underneath my body and pulled it off me completely. My hands were happily above my head doing nothing to stop him pulling it off me. Now, he dropped by my hip part of it on the sofa and part of it sprawling on the floor. I was looking very obscene as the saree was stilled tied at my hip and yet I was lying there completely topless but for the skimpy towel. I was beginning to get worried and I said “but my, my.” Again failing to form words. “Relax madam. Prepare yourself for a whole new experience. You can wear it back after the massage.” He patted me on my shoulder. I was beginning to feel very vulnerable after he took off my pallu.
He applied the now re-heated oil the small valley formed at my lower back. “Lets work our way from here, from bottom to top. Relax madam” he spoke softly as he started spreading the pool of the soft oil. He was almost hushing when he spoke those words. When his magical strong fingers started spreading the nice warm oil all over my lower back, I soon forgot about loosing the pallu. “You are very tensed madam, all over. I can feel it in your muscles right here. Relax please” he pressed the area at my lower back on the spine. He started making gently curves first lightly then with more and more pressure. As his stroked progressed, I was beginning to relax. It was indeed feeling wonderful. I never thought that an oil massage at the lower back feels so nice. He was pressing, pinching kneading and stroking my flesh at the hip, spine and the area in general. “Wow, I am thoroughly enjoying this.” both of us thought!
Ravi used his fingers and his palm to apply pressure alternatively and each gave a different pleasure. It was feeling so nice. He also used only the edge of his fingers and applied all his power collectively at the edge of his fingers and traced it along the curved of my back. That felt so nice.
After sufficiently massaging my lower back and making me feel totally relaxed, his fingers crawled up. He started moving his hands from the base of my saree’s waistline up to the towel. With each run he fingers pushed the towel up a little. I didn’t notice this at all as I was too engrossed in the massage by then. It felt especially nice when my bones crackled as he pressed his thumb right at the spinal cord at the middle of my back in three or four different spot. I groaned aloud in pleasure, as it felt so nice. I all of a sudden started feeling like a different person, with so much of the pent up pain leaving my body. With each turn, Ravi’s magical fingers continued to move my towel inch by inch upwards that at one point it bundled up around my neck and the whole of my upper back was glistening in the oil. Seeing no protest coming from my side, he became a bit more free and with each stroke of his hands along my back his fingers stretched sideways now. He applied more oil at the centre of my back and started massaging the sides now meticulously while I sighed with my eyes closed periodically. With each stroke his oily fingers were getting bolder and bolder and they were brushing the sides of my breasts, on their route to the hollows of my armpits.
“ WOW, this is quite something, how smooth are those boobs. Mmm… you deserved it ” was Ravi’s thought as he continued his brushes on my tits. I noticed this but was too absorbed in the massage to object. After all, I was feeling so totally energized. It was a sensational feeling so I let him have his little reward. Seeing no resistance his fingers continued to hover more and more in that area. He leaned closer to me and massaged the sides of my tits with both his hands. His slippery fingers were greedy to get as much access as they could on my tits, as I lay there drenched completely in a feeling of amazement and emotion. I realized that there was that all-too-familiar tingling sensation building between my thighs once again today. The more his fingers worked on my tits the more the tingling grew and I sighed. Ravi caught this one out immediately. This sigh was totally different from the sighs and groans came out of it and he detected this immediately as he continued to work on my tits, massaging the base and sides till the farthest corner he could reach. I was lying pressed tightly to the sofa still, not allowing him any access to my nipples, which are already rock hard now and were fighting to push their way out on the other side of the sofa. From what I could imagine, they must have formed nice impressions on his sofa.
He suddenly released his hand from my right breast and placed it softly on the towel, at my neck. He hushed gently at my ear, leaning closer to me “ I shall remove this towel off you madam, I need to massage your neck.” With that he slowly pulled the towel off me. He saw me open my eyes slightly and he swayed the towel in front of my eyes for a few seconds before tossing it off. He wants me to know that he has me under his control. He wants me to know that he can disrobe me whenever he liked. With a soft giggle he right hand was on my neck and he continued to massage me there while his left hand judiciously worked on my left breast. The thought of succumbing to his control, falling into his trap bit by bit excited me more and I very slightly moaned as his right hand traversed from my neck to my right armpit and was attempting and was playing with my hair there. As his fingers were playing with my armpit, tickling me slightly he leaned closer to me and blew gently on my right earlobe. I didn’t see that coming and it took me totally off the guard. As he continued to blow at my ear, ever so gently, as was his trademark, his right hand was back to its position groping the sides of my right breast. Suddenly, he exerted full force with his fingers from both sides while I was distracted with his blow, somewhat mesmerized. I gave in and lifted myself just a little bit reacting to his force. That little room I created was big enough like an airport runway for him and both his hands dived in and the next thing I knew both my nipples were invaded. I could only gasp in surprise as his fingers tweaked and pressed my nipples. “Madam, relax.” He cooed in my ears. “Let go of your feelings. It’s a very important part of the therapy” He was talking to me in a hushed tone while his left hand was encasing my huge left tit trying to hold it fully while his right was furiously playing with my now fully erect right nipple. His left hand began squeezing my left gently. Ravi thought triumphantly “now, as I promised to myself, I am going to make you squeal by pressing your tits louder than you had squealed in the evening when you sat on this very same sofa, all that, completely with your consent”. He continued to massage my left tit as I started to moan louder and louder unable to bear this “pleasure-therapy”. At one point, abruptly, Ravi squeezed both my tits with such a force, that I let out a loud squeal, a much louder squeal than the one in the evening, for Ravi’s satisfaction.
Ravi quickly hushed in my ears. “Relax madam, that would take care of any pent up stress in that area. It was a part of the massage ”. I managed a stupid nod and closed my now wide opened eyes as he continued to stroke my tits. After a few very satisfied minutes of playing at my tits, he decided to have a bit more of fun. He reluctantly released his hands off my, now “well-treated” tits. He took a bit more of oil and came to the front and stood in front of me very close to my face. “Let me massage your shoulders and hands quickly before moving to the next important pressure point madam.” With that he started to massage my hands. I was beginning to relax once again and started to enjoy his massaging of my hands. As he massaged, I could realize the pent up pain & stress that he was mentioning so far. The more he massaged the elbow and my hands the more I could feel that the pain in the region fly away. I was pushed to the heavens doorsteps once again as he drew forward a bit more and massaged my fingers of my right hand one by one, applying the oil meticulously. But I felt something else too. I felt something brush my face. I opened my eyes just a little bit and was shocked to see his erect member inside his lungi actively brushing my right cheek. He looked beyond my face, presumably at my naked upper torso and my saree clad butt and continued to massage my fingers, seemingly oblivious of this brushing. I could feel that he wasn’t wearing any underwear from the way that thing dangled freely underneath. I should say I was impressed at its size. Instead of feeling repulsed, I was feeling fascinated. I opened my eyes a little wider and enjoyed the little “brushes” on my cheek. “Fingers are the most neglected area madam, a good proper massage to the fingers would give a tremendous relief madam.” With that he casually placed my right hand on his flat stomach at the knot of his lungi in order to move to my left hand. I let my hand there still and as he moved his body back and forth my right hand kept brushing his monster member. As he was massaging the fingers of my left hand, purposefully avoiding my face, I was fighting my urge to hold his tool. He came forward, to massage the elbows of my left hand and due to the quick movement, my hand resting on the knot of his lungi went to the side, loosening the knot and in a split second his lungi gave way and his naked member was brushing my face and my lips were on his balls. I was fighting hard to decide whether I should part my lips or not and my face reflected my confusion clearly.
I looked shocked and confused. Seeing my unsteady reaction, Ravi thought. “Oooh classic, but I shall play it safe. I don’t want to blow it up now.” Ravi quickly dropped my left hand, bent down and picked up the lungi and hastily retied it and put up a good show of being embarrassed. “I am sorry madam” and continued to massage the rest of my left hand as if nothing happened, even managed to brush my face once or twice in the process leaving me in a complete daze. The sight of Ravi’s tool so close to my face and my lips brushing his balls turned my switch me on to the top gear. The tingling inside was so high that I would literally explode any moment. Ravi walked behind me. “Madam, to the next important pressure point. I need you to turn please. You can cover yourself with your hands as it won’t take too long.” With that, without waiting for my answer, he placed his strong arms at my hips and spun me around. Alarmed, I quickly covered my bare tits with my hands tightly. Facing him, I could see that he was feasting at the sight of me covering my tits with my hands helplessly. I then remembered the pallu. So, I covered my tits with one hand and fished for my pallu with my other hand around my hip. He chuckled and brushed my hand away and held my pallu in front of my face. “You wont need this madam, its only a few minutes and I shall ask you to turn again.” And he came much closer to my face. “So just relax please” and he dropped the pallu on the floor and firmly stood on it. I sighed and gave up. He was again, ascertaining his authority. I pulled back my other hand and covered my tits with them as he approached his next pressure point.
He poured the warm oil right smack into my deep navel. “Oh, it is so deep madam, your navel. See, it can hold so much of oil”. My face turned to one of its brightest shades of pink listening to those remarks as I shut my eyes. His index finger ventured the pool of oil on my navel and off it went immersed into the pool deeper and deeper.
He poked me playfully as his finger reached the bottom. “Very nice madam” he said. He noticed my moan and continued to poke me there a little longer upon seeing me moan louder. He sat comfortably on the sofa by my side, his hip brushing mine, and started to spread the oil at my tummy. He began massaging my tummy with both hands. His fingers were really relishing this new assignment as they were traveling all the way from the base of my breasts to the very tip of my saree waistline which by the way has dropped considerably by now due to his pressing the area and me reacting to it my tucking my tummy inwards. My pubic hairs have started showing from above the waistline from the way he kept pushing the waistline with each turn. He was thoroughly enjoying the sight. “Wait a few minutes and I shall make you buck naked.” With that thought he let his fingers wander freely all over my midriff. My midriff and breasts were glistening with the magical oil as he massaged me so thoroughly. He made a very good job of fingering my navel for a long duration in the pretext of the massage, after detecting without any difficulty that it is one of my prime turn-on points. He was rewarded with my arched back classic moaning reaction during his meticulous fingering. While rubbing my left hip with his right, he rubbed it a bit hard, in the pretext of the massage and thus the fleets of the saree were barely holding by and the layers at the hip gave way, letting my petticoat peek. Seeing that he was very satisfied. I obviously didn’t notice it, as I was very busy moaning. My gates of heaven were ready to explode any minute.
He stood up. “Time to turn you around again madam. The last part of the massage.”
And he got up and turned me over. I turned back to lay on my belly once again, relieved a bit so I could free up my hands. “Madam, this part deals about your pressure points at your lower back and legs. It is the last part. I need to have some access to your lower back region and also to save the saree here (tapping my butt squarely with his hand) from the oil, I just need to loosen up the knot a bit. Relax madam, don’t worry, I shall do it myself.” He thought to him self “ Am I a fool to let you do this??”
I was not so sure now, and began a “Hold on, I think we could stop it…” , before I could finish off the sentence, he loosened the layers of my saree at the place where my petticoat knot was peeking out and yanked it out completely and let his fingers travel inside the petticoat and gave a sharp tug , so that not only did the petticoat knot was loosened, but its grip around my waist was loosened too, making it impossible for me to tie the saree again over it. While I continued to protest “Hey please don’t loosen it. Stop it Mr. Ravi. I don’t want to continue please. Stop it.” He continued to insert his fingers on both sides at my waistline and pulled down the already loose petticoat & saree a few more inches so that a good couple of inches of my butt crevice came into his view. My hand tried in vain to reach for the waistline of the saree to pull back up only to be brushed away by the much stronger hand of Ravi. “Relax madam, I am not removing your clothes completely. So why do you get tensed up so much. It is after all, the last part.” I totally resigned and gave up. I added in a meek voice, “Please don’t remove it completely.” He chuckled loudly and tapped me at the exposed area of my butt and said, “Don’t worry madam. Relax.” but he didn’t promise anything.
I was feeling hysterical and wanted to explode as he started to apply the oil right on my “half-moon” crevice. His hands began to massage my butt cheeks, and I couldn’t take it any longer and gave a loud moan. His fingers now treaded on the uncharted territory venturing into my saree cupping both my cheeks fully. His hands cupped both my cheeks and he stopped massaging and let his hands rest there for a few seconds while he let him self a moment of thought. “Like I promised to myself when I was massaging your cheeks lady. I have now access to your butt cheeks”. Triumphantly he continued to massage me as let out a soft moan. He covered my butt securely with the saree and his fingers started to knead, pinch and press my butt cheeks one after another. Every time he drew his hands outside and took it back into my butts he pushed the saree and petticoat a few inches down. So with each movement of his hands in and out more and more of my butt was getting exposed and was fast reaching the midway to my anus. He pulled my cheeks apart with his one hand and poured the warm oil in the crevice. He started tracking the line of the oily crevice with his index finger beginning at the exposed area and off it went inside the saree all the way up to my anus making me gasp as the finger made a short pit stop there and proceeded further. I was not ready for it yet as the finger approached inwards further and I squealed and closed my thighs tighter effectively blocking access to it.
He sighed lightly and took the bowl of oil and went to my legs. Leaving my half exposed butt, he started to apply oil to my feet, one foot after another. I felt very awkward lying there with half my butt exposed and I fished for my wretched saree waistline and managed to find it once for good and pulled it all the way up with a good force that I pulled the saree so much that it went all the up to my knees. This was unexpected, but I let it be and heard Ravi chuckle loudly. “Relax madam” he cooed from my feet and continued to massage my feet for a good long time. I began to
Relax as he massaged my feet. He began to work his way up. He applied more oil to both my ankles and massaged my ankles and the calf muscles with his palm applying a great force creating a lot of heat. It was relieving me of all my pain in my legs and momentarily I forgot my dress and enjoyed the massage. He continued and did the same for the other leg and I was again totally engrossed in it. He climbed up to my knees. He lifted my saree and pushed it up to my thighs and began massaging my knees. He slowly worked his way up and applied oil to my inner thighs. He started rubbing my thighs with the same force that he rubbed my calf muscles and with each rub he was pushing my saree up a little bit. He was rubbing my thighs with a lot of force for a long time and I was enjoying that so much. He had eventually managed to push my saree all the way up to my crotch and now he shifted gears. Instead of rubbing with force he applied more oil to my thigh and started caressing it slowly. He started forming circles, at my inner thigh working his way up. This one drove me crazy. I lost control as his left hand pushed my saree up exposing the base of my buttocks as his right hand moved in from my inner thigh to the base of my love pot. I involuntarily parted my thighs a little wider. “There you go. If you don’t let me access from the top, I shall gain it from the bottom. No problems” thought Ravi with a smile.
I gasped as his index finger slowly and barely touched my now extremely wet outer pussy lip. I was almost oozing. His finger brushed my pussy lip again while he massaged my inner thigh while his left hand was constantly pushing the bunched up saree centimeter by centimeter exposing more and more of the butt. Due to the non-tiring effort of his left hand my anus came into his view as his eyes widened at the sight of my pussy lips and butt. His fingers now caressed my pussy lips gently so carelessly as if touching a flying cotton in the air or a catching a flake of snow. Each of those super gentle touches made me gasp loudly.
“ Madam, I think you need special treatment here.” With that he withdrew his fingers from there and stood up and held my saree with both his hands and pulled it down slowly. With my eyes closed tightly I uttered meekly a “DON’T” but I could feel the saree and the petticoat material being pulled below my hips as I arched my hips involuntarily to assist the forceful pulling and off it went past my thighs, the ankles and my feet. He tossed them close to my face, knowing fully well, that this time I wont jump for it and he wanted me to know again that he is fully in control. He stepped back and stared at my butt naked form triumphantly as I lay there not wanting to face him, eyes tightly shut. He yanked his lungi off and became naked too and sat on the sofa in between my thighs, which are spread wide now. As the saree and petticoat rested on the sofa close to my face I could feel that his hands were pulling my butt cheeks apart and he poured the lukewarm oil right on to my anus and let it flow towards my swollen throbbing pussy now. He then let his index finger travel for the second time across the butt crevice and inserted it in my anus, which made me squeal loudly as that area was never penetrated before. He moved his finger in and out as I arched my butt up in the air close to him. He used his other hand to access my pussy. He let his fingers of the other hand slip through my pussy and they went so easily compared to the other hole. He was fingering both my holes for a while making me shudder. He found my now throbbing clit and used his thumb to press it hard and stroke it, alternatively making me go frenzy. I used my hands to grab my tits and I tweaked my nipples as he was fingering both my holes furiously. He felt my thighs becoming rigid and he realized a mounting orgasm and quickly removed his fingers.
He made me go wild and craving and I looked at him and gave a cursing look. He got off the sofa and while I was still on all my fours, he came around holding his rod and brushed it on my face. I wasted no time, and grabbed his tool and licked it wildly like I had never seen one before. I let my hungry tongue dart in and out licking the tip and licking the tool all over while I caressed his amazingly tight balls.
I gently squeezed them and while he groaned aloud I took his tool into my open lips and let it slide in me like a cream candy slowly, inch by inch. To my own surprise I was enjoying it so intensely. The frustration of the unfinished climax must have provided the oomph and I sucked him wildly. When his tool was inside me fully, I felt it reached the base of my throat. I started sucking the long pole vault of a tool, in and out in varying speed. While I held my hands on his butt for balance I started playing with his butt, doing what he did to mine. Pinching, kneading and one more step further slapping. He moaned and groaned so loudly that I was afraid that he would attract the attention of his neighbor, but then I am his neighbor, so what the hell.
I continued to lean suck him and took his tool out finally and played with the tip of the cone by flickering my tongue in, out and around. It seemed to have the most profound effect on him as he started to jerk spasmodically. He stopped me abruptly by holding my hair tightly. He went around and climbed on to the sofa and pushed me forward. So, I fell back to my all fours from my squatting position on the sofa.
In that different angle from behind he started lapping my pussy. This was something I totally didn’t expect and attempted to move forward, as despite being nice, it was awkward. He held me tightly but holding my hips and continued to lick my pussy from behind. I opened my thighs a bit wider and immediately his long tongue darted into my inner lips. His tongue was rougher than his fingers and being rough made me feel good as the rough tongue brushed the inner walls of my pussy. Oh I felt like I was in heaven. All this heavy petting was so nice. He removed his one hand from my hip and moved it inward to gain access to my pussy from the front side and started pressing my lips and the protruding clit. As I began to moan loudly, getting the signal, he removed his other hand and grabbed my tits. He stated squeezing my tits and tweaking my nipples while his tongue darted in and out of my pussy expertly.
His tongue was playing with my pussy so long that he gradually build another mounting orgasm in me, but the moment he felt my thighs becoming rigid, he stopped all his movements abruptly and took his tongue out quickly. I shrieked aloud in frustration as my second mounting climax waned.
Before I could decide how to react, I could feel his monster tool thrust deep in me in one quick motion and I was momentarily off balance and he caught hold of me in the nick of time by my hips. His tool went half way through my slippery pussy and in the next forceful bang it made its way through fully. While I was on my all fours he mounted me from behind and he held both my tits and squeezed them and tweaked my nipples in turn while he moved his member in and out slowly grinding his hips with mine.
This was totally new and is a world of totally new experience for me from the routine missionary position that Sunil and I do, normally. Each thrust from Ravi was opening me the horizons of unlimited pleasure. I unabashedly screamed louder and louder with pleasure as I was screwed shamelessly deeper and deeper by Ravi. He thrust his tool in and out faster and slower, faster and slower while his hands were not still even for a minute, either playing with my tits, squeezing them, tweaking the nipples or fingering my navel or slapping my butt hard. What surprised me totally was how each hard slap from Ravi was turning me on. I was shouting at the top of my voice. Tears of pleasure were rolling in from my cheek as I felt the mounting great orgasm inside me. I turned to face Ravi to try and tell him not to stop it this time while he held me by my hair and turned my face towards his. While I saw his face with my eyes wide open, almost popping out. I Shrieked loudly “Please don’t stop Ravi” and continued to scream loudly as he thrust inside me each time. Ravi didn’t answer but looked right into my eyes and continued to thrust harder and harder, tweaking my nipple with his free hand. I felt my whole body go rigid for a moment and I shuddered very violently following that. Looking right into his face I continued to shudder and climaxed wildly with a scream “Ahhhhhhhh……hhhhhhhhhh……hhhhhhhhhh………………hhhhhhhhhhhh” which lasted for a long time. I lost track of time, but I figured that it seemed to be a never-ending climax, which finally came to an end. While I was looking I could see Ravi’s face changed expressions too and he let out a loud groan and within the next couple of thrusts and his body arched in a bow like shape as he came too. He quickly took his tool out and ejaculated all over my butt as I saw his load of cum in pure amazement.
As we sat there on the sofa, thoroughly spent, Ravi managed a smile and told me. “Don’t miss your next massage session madam.”
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