So, I am Diya, a 19-year-old girl from Kerala. Not one to boast about my looks but for the purposes of this story let me just say I have been told I am beautiful by many people. I have a fair complexion and a slender figure with good facial features. If you want to picture me in your head, I have been told that I look a lot like actress Vedhika.
But at the time the incidents of this story were happening I was at an all-time low in my life. I was still reeling from the after-effects of getting out of an abusive relationship I was in just until a few months ago. My self-confidence was at an all-time low. I badly wanted to get out of my current surroundings for a change of air and to clear my mind. That is why it came as a welcome surprise when my elder brother Deepak invited me to stay with him at his place in Delhi for a few weeks.
Apparently, Deepak, my 27-year-old big brother, has fallen in love with a north Indian girl named Preeti who was a former colleague of his. Needless to say, our parents were dead against this affair. But he decided to go ahead and marry her anyway without their knowledge. They were already living in a live-in relationship and everything. Even though Preeti’s parents didn’t have any issues with the relationship itself, they wouldnt be supportive if they came to know of our parent’s disapproval. So the couple who predicted this problem beforehand came up with this crazy idea to get their neighbor Shankar who was a close friend of theirs to act as our father so that they can get married with the blessings of her family at least. Since Shankar was settled in an apartment next to the one they were living in, it won’t be much difficult for them to keep up with the act even in the future if need be.
From his talks, I have learned that Shankar was a widower in his middle fifties who lived alone. His wife passed away in a car accident 5 years back and his two kids were abroad pursuing their higher studies. When my brother first told me of this idea of using a fake dad I straight on told him he was nuts to even think of trying it. But in the end, I succumbed as the idea of staying away from home for a few weeks was too enticing to ignore plus I really wanted my brother to be happy.
So that was how I finally set my foot in North India for the first time in my life. That too in the capital city of Delhi. I could see the stark difference in culture as soon as I stepped into the airport. People were, in general, dressed more stylishly and everybody minded their own business. My brother has told me beforehand that it would be Shankar, my new fake dad that would be coming to pick me up from the airport as he was busy at work rushing to complete his pending projects prior to his one-week-long leave he would be taking for his wedding.
Seeing Shanker for the first time came as quite a pleasant surprise as he looked nothing like what I expected him to be. He was a ruggedly handsome man that rocked a salt and pepper look with graying hair and beard. He looked very good and fit for a man in his mid-fifties.
At first glance itself, I couldn’t help but feel a spark of attraction towards him. All logic and reason flew out of my head and being in a place far from home I was in a daring mood. All I wanted was to be the center of this man’s attention.
On the way back to the room, I kept on unsuccessfully trying to make small talk with him. He, being sweet, responded to all my annoying questions with minimal but polite and wise words. After being aware about his zero sex life, my intentions was clearly to try and spark up some desires in his mind too. I explained all about my abusive relationship with my ex boyfriend Edwin, and how all he used to insult me about my looks and small sizes. I exagerated my complexes to him by saying Deepak and Preeti looks really beautiful together and in the marriage family photos I would look stupid with them. And by constantly expressing my such worries I made Shankar literally praise my beauty for a few minutes as his sweet attempt to console me. I emoted my relief in his praising words and flattering opinions about my looks.
After reaching home, while we both were having tea, I whined I was hoping to go shopping with my brother, especially the dress Im gonna wear for the wedding. But now, I will have to go alone for it, I guess. Shankar did not respond to that as I wanted. so I made it kinda obvious But I have no idea about the places or how to get anywhere in delhi. How could I do it alone?. Thats when Shankar said that he could happily come with me for the shopping if Im okay with it. I was badly waiting for this offer. We went shopping right away.
My plan was to buy a few lehengas, as apparently lehenga is what girls wear for weddings there. I found a beautiful pink lehenga, which would go along with the theme of the marriage and the couples wedding dress. But its choli is quite short and totally its an exposing attire, particularly the midriff part. Im not much used to exposing my midriff before. So I wasnt quite confident about this lehenga especially after my exs insults. But still I tried it from the trial room, and it looked fine. Surprisingly it fit perfectly, which is pretty unusual for ready-made clothes. My biggest worry was about my exposed midriff, and if it would look inappropriate. So I came outside and asked Shankar about how I looked in them.
He took a look and seemed really impressed with my looks. I even noticed him discreetly eyeing at my exposed belly. That felt really nice and made me confident. I went near him and took him to the front of a mirror and stood close to him facing the mirror. I held him by his shoulder and stood quite close to him and kept examining our image in the mirror. “Why are you being so stiff?” I punched his tummy teasingly and took his right hand and placed it on the thinnest part of the left side of my waist, and kept hugging him with my right hand alone through his shoulder. He didnt expect me to do that, and was clearly shocked.
“How do I look in this?”
He gulped and mumbled a bit to say “nice… you look very nice..” I felt a shiver in his cold hands.
“Hmmm… okay, Let me keep looking a bit more… thanks for the feedback..” I smiled and pinched his cheeks and left back to the sales girl and started looking for other lehengas.
I was really happy with the lehenga I just tried. But I was taking some time by looking for other clothes, to think about what was Shankar’s deal. Was he really checking me out, I couldnt believe it easily. So to ensure that it was not just my doubt, I wandered around at the textile shop and unnecessarily spent time looking for other clothes. I kept unexpectedly turning to Shankar and caught him eyeing my navel and belly a couple of times more. I happily flaunt it in front of him at different angles and pose for almost an hour more.
In between I kept trying on different ones, even more revealing kinds too, as then I was not exactly looking for the right one to wear for the wedding anymore but I just was toying with Shankar.
Next time when I caught him eyeing my belly, I, pretending concerned, went and stood closer to him, who was sitting on a chair in a corner and asked him privately, that I couldnt find any other clothes, better than the one I wore initially, but still was not completely confident about it. I asked if I really look good in lehengas generally, and I specifically asked if my exposed midriff is looking off or inappropriate. As it gave him an excuse to check it out directly he was taking a proper long look at it, as he was in a sitting position he just needed to look straight at it, while me flaunting it moving and turning around. I felt like him tasting each inch of the skin on my stomach directly with his eyes. After a while he reassured me that it looked really good. Does my belly look too slim for this attire? I asked with a concerned face, but enjoying the naughty situation inside, moving myself a bit more closer to him, which was then just almost a foot from his face, He suddenly seemed to become quite uncomfortable, being aware that we are in a public space, and tried to move back his head, but couldnt do that as he was already close to the wall. He smiled and asked why am I being so concerned, and this looked perfect, he said. I still didnt want to stop playing with him. I stepped further closer to an intimate space of him and held my lehengas waistline which was over my navel in my hands and pulled it a 3 inches downwards revealing the curve of my lower abdomen, and raised both my arms above my head and then asked him which look would be better, wearing it below the navel or on the navel?
I saw the shock in his eyes, he gulped and kept mum for a moment, regaining the conscience he pretended to be confused and hummed confusingly and kept looking at my lower abdomen, which was directly immediate to his eyes. I understood his dilemma, he badly wanted me to keep it lower and keep flaunting more of my curves, but was also worried if he would come off as a creepy person and if it would reveal his secret fetish, if he approved me to wear it so lower.
I gently patted on the tip of the fattiest part of my stomach, – which is the slight paunch on the lower abdomen. Whole lower belly jiggled to it for more than a second. He looked totally lost in the sight and started sweating and becoming feverish.
I broke the silence See, I’m not that skinny, right? But it could appear slightly weird to flaunt it like this if it doesnt look sexy enough I guess. He gave an awkward grin to that and still kept staring at it with an open mouth and a pretentious confused face. Oh I could see through it all. He was boiling inside with desires. Does it look sexy enough? I questioned him with concern.
Its good, he couldnt say otherwise.
Good is not enough. Does it look sexy or not? I cocked my hip to my right, flaunting it all to him, which was now just a couple of inches from his nose tip. I guess It was too much for him. He suddenly broke the look and looked up at my eyes after a long while and gave a stupid smile. But I still stood unmoved waiting for a proper answer. So without any other way he nodded yes. What does that mean? I wouldnt leave him just like that. He then slowly looked straight again at my navel, took a pause, nodded again and said yeah it looks damn sexy!
I even felt his breath on the skin on the sides of my waist, when he said that.
Awww thank you Shankar I bent over to him, hugged him with just one hand and gave a peck at his cheeks, and ran away from him to change back and to finish the purchase. He sat there awestruck, faked a chuckle to make it look casual and cute.
That was the point from where my attraction and intention to seduce Shankar became serious and realistic. Until then I thought about it as one of my several desperate crushings. But after that incident I knew I realistically had a shot with him. Definitely Im looking for something casual with him. He seemed to be a safe bet for me as no one would even imagine me having a sexual encounter with someone of my fathers age. Also as one with a respected elder family person image, Shankar wouldnt potentially be of any threat to me in the future. He would never even wish to see me after the encounter, if it ever occurred, since it would embarrass him, I thought. And most importantly, it is now quite a realistic proposal as l have got a powerful bait to play with and seduce him- my midriff!
Now that I have had my fun toying with him and had a boost of confidence from Shankars admiring stares I settled for the pink lehenga with tiny choli that I initially chose. We kept having deep conversations about relationships, philosophy, generally about life etc even after reaching home. He appeared to be a wise and really caring person. We got along really well. He seemed to genuinely like the company of an immature firecracker like me.I dont know exactly why, but later I abruptly went on and started narrating to him my traumatic breaking up incident in detail. The last few months of the relationship was mostly us fighting over each and any silly issues. Both of us were pretty egoistic people too. But the last fight was a relatively bigger one. And it kinda bothered me that even after a few weeks of it, still we hadn’t even made any conversations. So I stopped waiting for him and took initiative and tried contacting him. But he didnt pick any of my calls and even later blocked my calls. I shamelessly kept apologizing to him and begged him to respond on whatsapp. After ignoring me for a week again, I lost my patience and made sure Edwin was in his room and went straight to his room along with a friend of mine and banged on his door. He opened the door. I got so excited to see him after all these days just to realize that he was almost nude and enjoying with another nude elder lady inside the room. He was obviously drunk and he humiliated me when I asked WTF, by saying that he again felt alive as a man only after getting over with me and my ‘tiny’ assets and meeting that “perfect milf” of ‘his type’. He laughed at me, she joined the laugh, and then he banged the door close to my face.
Edwin had disrespected and humiliated me on different occasions before, even in public. But this was on another level and I suddenly froze and dont even remember how I responded to it or how I reached back to my room. I was shattered to death and couldn’t even cry to it for hours. This happened 4 months ago and It’s just last month that I came back at least to a seemingly normal life. My eyes became wet. Shankar sat close to me and held me tight in support.
I was actually a bit ashamed to reveal this recent dark history of mine to someone I just met, but also felt a bit relieved to let it out to someone who actually listens and understands. I explained to him how hard it was to unlove him even after these terrible humiliations and rejections. I had to drag myself through lots of trauma, uncertainty, trust issues, insecurities to mentally get over with him and regain my self respect.“Glad, you got over with it…” Shankar consoled me with his arms of warmth.
I felt the pressure to lighten the mood.. “Ummmm… Honestly Im not completely done with it…. “
I have a revenge fantasy too” I said it half jokingly.
“What is it?” He was genuinely curious.
“I would really love to do the same to him…”
“You mean.. to piss him off by making out with your next boyfriend in front of him?”
“Exactly.. but it doesnt need to be a boyfriend, you know? a fling is fine too..” I winked.
“Hahaha… you are crazy!”
“Seriously, I’m in an earnest search for good candidates for that purpose. I was hoping to find an apt person from this delhi trip. As a matter of fact…. Even you have a considerable shot too” I shamelessly started flirting.
“Me?? haha… no way!”
“Why not? You are single, smart and sexy… hehe”
“You ought to get much better candidates for it. Also you are not gonna take me all the way to your place just for your revenge.”
He giving such a logical reply to my silly proposition, does actually mean that he was at least partially considering a potential short time affair with me, I thought.
“That could be solved with a simple video call” I kept on persisting with the idea.
“Haha… well.. that’s quite possible, Isn’t it?” He jokingly said.
The next day in the early morning we 3 people, (my brother, me n Shankar) left for the place in the car along with other 3 friends of my brother following us in another car. It was a long 5 hour journey from there. And on the way the tyre of our car got punctured and we had to leave the car in a workshop there and join and fit inside the other car. Shankar, being the eldest person on the trip, got in the front seat of the car.
The driver was in the driver seat, so the remaining 4 people had to adjust in the back seat. Being relatively the smallest and petite person I had to sit on someones lap. Initially I sat on the lap of a didi (a female colleague of my brother). But her legs started aching within 10 minutes.Then I tried switching to my brothers lap. He suddenly said it would be difficult to let me sit there for the whole journey. It was quite uneasy to fit 4 people at the back side. So then I strategically proposed to pull Shankars seat a furthermore backwards to make space in the front and then I could sit in between Shankars legs at the front seat. Deepak asked if Shankar could manage it. Shankar was truly not at all expecting such a sudden turn of events. He said he would give it a try for sure. I reaffirmed I will be alright there and jumped out of the car and got into the front seat and sat in between his legs, and the journey restarted. I started falling then and now from the seat as if I am sitting only at the end of the seat, especially whenever the car brakes due to the heavy traffic. So I asked him to hold me safely by my waist and so that I would stop falling from the seat. He reluctantly kept his hand around my waist carefully, not making any proper contact with my waist. I pulled his hand and made him properly hug me around my waist. I noticed that his arm was placed over my T-shirt, perfectly covering my navel area with his palm . The trip was getting really jolly and funny all along with antakshari, playful fights and laughter. His fingers resting on my stomach often felt slightly moved uncomfortably whenever I laughed out loud or turned around. By then I started feeling that those movements were not out of uncomfort I caused by my movements. When I keenly kept track of his minute finger movements, I realized that each of his fingers placed all around my navel were millimeter by millimeter, slowly and softly drawing separate circles on my belly. He is inconspicuously trying to take advantage of the situation which I have kinda manipulated him into. I didnt expect him to fall for my bait so easily by making such a bold move. I didnt react to it and pretended to be unaware of it. To see upto what length he would dare to go, I did something. I lifted and stretched both my hands upwards as I was scratching my upper back which made my t-shirt raise a little slightly revealing a bit of my stomach. Shankar suddenly caught on it and slid his hands inside my t-shirt. I couldnt control my mischievous smile, but gladly he didnt notice and I too did not give any loud reaction. After inserting his arm inside my t-shirt he still continued drawing slow circles around my navel.The teasing was a legit mood raiser and I was getting turned on like anything. Throughout the journey I moved and turned around, as part of me, taking part in and reacting to the conversation going on with other people in the car and gave him different parts of my stomach, my tiny love handles and belly folds to caress with. He was also actively participating in the group conversation going on, while my whole attention was into his finger movements and my belly. As mostly I was at the receiving end of every ones jokes, I just had to give different cute, playfully angry reactions to each of them one after another. I admired his multitasking talents too. He has loosened up a lot, and was often cracking some jokes. I was enjoying those moments profoundly. This was the first time in my life anyone gave so much affection, attention and love to my body. Eventhough I have had sex before, it was kinda rough and dirty and I was confused about it the whole time and now the realisation hit me like a lightning, that Im not much into such rough hardcore stuffs and instead I really am more into soft n sensual foreplays and outercourse.
After reaching the village we were served with a grand lunch and we were brought to a nearby small resort. The place is kind of a hill station and a tourist spot, which has lots of resorts. This resort was with a beautiful view of a valley at the balcony of our rooms. We all were given 5 Rooms out of which, one each was given for me, My brother and Shankar. We all had a relatively longer nap and later I got up, had a bath and then dressed up with the attire I bought for the sangeet, as it is tonight. The bubble gum pink coloured lehenga, matching spaghetti striped choli, and a translucent shawl.
I carefully coloured my nails with pink tutex, and my lips with a pinkish lipstick, I saved up for this night. I made my hair smooth with a conditioner and kept it open and loose. I wore a long dangling silver ear ring and a thick silver bracelet, I purposefully avoided chains on the neck, since I love the bare neck look of mine. But most importantly I had a surprise waiting for Shankar that evening. I had secretly bought a thin shiny silver waist chain, which goes very well with other jewelry and the whole look of mine.
For the Sangeet there were lots of pretty girls present there, but still I didnt go unnoticed at all. Lots of eyes were often on me too. Including the ones of the man I really wanted to impress that night, my fake father, Shankar. He started eyeing me the moment I came out of the room. Later Preeti (the Bride) and some of her cousins insisted that I join their group dance and I had to accept. They suddenly started teaching me the steps and then in no time we started practicing the dance steps with music on and within an hour of practice we performed it on stage too. It went pretty decent when compared to the time we took to make it up. Lots of ppl appreciated us. I felt really sexy and attractive after a long period of time. It was a good feeling I was really missing lately.After the sangeet functions and the dinner, my brother, Shankar and I were talking and getting introduced to lots and lots of their family and friends and I was getting really tired. I diplomatically escaped from them saying I had to get mehndi done on my hands and got to the designer who was doing this to all the females assembled there. Being the sister of the groom, and the one among the 2 only family members of the groom, as soon as I got there they let me surpass the queue and put beautifully designed mehendi on my hands almost till the elbow. After that I didnt go back to the dull family introductions, thats when I spotted Shankar smoking a cigarette in a quiet corner. Apparently he also escaped from the introductions and formal talks. I went to him and showed my mehndi-hands and started chatting with him. I stopped him when he tried lighting off the cigarette because of my presence. He then showed me some beautiful candid pictures of mine he clicked that night with his mobile camera. I chose my favorite one (obviously the picture which shows me flaunting my midriff sultrily) among it and asked him to upload it to instagram without any filters tagging me. He hesitated at first and later did so after I insisted, as my hands are not free to do it myselves. Then I said I felt suffocated by these elite smugs all around staring and judging us, and I wanted to escape from this whole space. He initially rejected this idea as a silly one. But I kept pushing him. On our way there, from the car, he had said that he had been to this place and was quite familiar with the place, also the terrains and all looked so beautiful. Stating all these I said its only him who can help me then to take me out of this whole ambience. Finally he suggested we could visit a nearby temple. I asked, It was almost 10 at night, which temple would be open then. But he said he had been to that place before, its a tribal temple, with a good ambience, and there is a special function during the nights of last Saturdays of every month and that night was one of them. He also suggested that, as its an auspicious thing they can legitimately inform the hosts and we as the father and daughter can go to that temple. I was excited about the idea but having this mehendi in my hands is a commitment and I will have to keep it for at least an hour before washing it off. And since my hands are not free until then I thought it would be difficult to manage without hands. So I whined about it to Shankar, and naturally Shankar offered his constant physical support throughout until we came back. I happily accepted that and then he informed the hosts and then we left for the temple in the car.
The temple wasn’t that far. We reached there within 15 minutes. And I fell in love with it as soon as I saw it in the distance. It was a small temple, situated on top of a moonlit hill. The ambience was refreshing just as Shankar mentioned. I could hear a faint soothing tribal music even from this distance which only added to the vibe. But unfortunately, the driveaway stopped at the foot of the small hill. We will have to hike the rest of the distance, which was like 100 meters.
Normally hiking that much distance on foot would have been a piece of cake for me. But here I was wearing a lehenga which reached all the way to my feet. I left my high heels in the car as it would be difficult to climb in those and I can’t enter the temple wearing it anyway. So, the extra few inches of my lehenga that should have been covered by my heels was dragging on the floor now. And since my hands were covered in raw mehndi, I couldn’t use them to hold up my skirt either.
So, I stopped on my tracks and looked at Shankar for help, but he had already climbed many steps ahead of me. How very ungentlemanly of him. I scowled and just stood there pouting, watching to see how far he will go before realizing I am not by his side anymore. He went almost 10-15 steps ahead before pausing and realizing my absence. He turned back confused and laughed realizing my dilemma. He jogged back to me in no time. For a man in his mid-fifties, he was surprisingly agile.
“Took you long enough to notice.” I said pouting.
He laughed embarrassingly. “Sorry about that. I didn’t imagine you would have any trouble.”
“Well don’t just stand there. Help me na.”
“0fcourse. But… how?” he asked uncertainty.
I nonverbally cued him to come and stand close behind me and hold the lehenga slightly upwards, so that it’s end won’t get dragged on the dirt as we moved. Shankar quickly caught the suggestion and came up behind me and held up the lehenga. His arms brushed against the side of my waist slightly as he brought his hands around me. It was just a small touch, but it was enough to get me thrilled and soon my senses were yearning for more. As added a subtle extra swing to my hips as we walked that so that my bare hips pressed his arms in turns with every step all the while suppressing by glee.
I thought Shankar might feel a little embarrassed to be seen physically assisting a girl like me. But he doesnt seem worried about it at all. Also, it was a bit dark and there weren’t that many people around us and those who were there didn’t seem to pay us much attention. As soon as we reached the top Shankar let go of my lehenga and maintained a safe distance from me. To my surprise there were more than 50 people waiting in a queue in front of the temple.
“I told you right? It’s a Saturday night.” Shankar whispered close to my ears to be heard over loud music of the temple. His proximity was sending pleasant tingles down my spine making my insides clench deliciously. Goosebumps broke out all over my skin as I felt his cigarette smelling breath over the side of my side neck and earlobe. Uhh!! Get a grip Diya. I chide myself realizing how heated up I was getting by the second. My steps were starting to get all wobbly. I prayed to all gods listening to not let him notice it.
We went and joined the queue of people with me standing in front of Shankar. Soon more people joined in from behind us forcing him to stand close behind me. Not sure about him, but I was already getting turned on by the situation. My mind presented me with unwelcome yet sensual mental images of him hugging me from behind, with his hand wrapped around my bare belly, caressing while kissing and sucking all around my neck from behind. Gah!! I shook my head to clear my head realizing where I was. Sorry God. Please forgive my dirty thoughts. I shouldn’t be entertaining such ungodly thoughts from a place like this – like how it would feel like if I just pretend to fall back on his chest? Hmm..Will he take up on the opportunity to feel me up? Again, my mind conjured up some steamy mental images. I blushed furiously. Thank God, he can’t see my face right now. I must be looking like a tomato from all the blushing….Wait!! Damn!! I am doing it again. Sorry God! Please don’t punish me.
To distract myself from my raunchy thoughts, I asked the old lady standing in front of me about the temple, its rituals and its specialities. Turns out we came on a very auspicious day. A special pooja that is held in this temple only once a year was going to be held that day. That explains the rush.
“Is this your first time here, beti ?” she asked in her native Hindi dialect which was a bit hard for me to grasp. Though I could pull off speaking some decent Hindi, it was obvious I wasn’t a native from my accent, and the old lady must have picked up on that.
“Yes Aunty. I was just in the area to attend my brother’s wedding and shank.my papa here told me about this temple. So, I thought to come and visit.”
She looked at Shankar and smiled brightly. “Very beautiful daughter you have here sir. You should…” the rest of what she said was lost on me as her language got too localized for me to understand.
“That’s a good idea mam. I certainly will.” Shankar answered politely. I smiled and nodded along pretending to understand.
“What was she talking about?” I whispered to Shankar as soon as she turned her back to me to speak to a lady standing at her front.
“Oh, it’s nothing. She was telling me to get you to do the holy bell ritual. It is just a silly custom that is followed here. It is believed that first timers that ring the holy bell here as many times as their age will be blessed with a long life.”
Hmm Interesting. Before I could ask him more about it the entrance door to the temple opened and mayhem ensued as people started pushing forwards in a rush to get to the door. Calm down people. God isn’t going anywhere. I got sandwiched between Shankar and the old lady like cutlet in a burger. Feeling Shankar’s torso pressed against my back was strangely arousing. I took advantage of the position and pushed back against his chest, rubbing my ass over his groin naughtily.
Suddenly I got pushed forward forcefully and simultaneously I felt a pair of hard calloused hands grabbing my waist. Ufff!!! That felt so good. I heaved a gasp and gulped hard. Shankar must have instinctively grabbed me to absorb the push from behind. Nevertheless, my senses zeroed in on his hands which were planted softly on the sides of my waist now. A pleasant tingly feeling was rapidly spreading all across my body from the point of contact electrifying my nerves. I recalled my naughty thoughts from moments ago which was a lot similar to what was happening right then.
The deity at this temple must be pretty powerful as even my sinful wishes were being answered now. I thought, looking at the open temple doors. I could almost sense God smirking at me saying ‘Be careful what you wish for younglingAsk and you shall receive’.
We were standing so close now that I could literally feel his whole body rubbing against my back. Was this accidental or is he purposely trying to seduce me now? Well, if he was, he is certainly doing a very good job as I was rapidly turning into a quivery mass of raging female hormones by the second. Oh dear! How the tables have turned now. Breathe Diya! Breathe! I told myself. The rush somewhat subsided after a while and we had enough room to stand comfortably now. But neither did he back off nor did he take off his hands from my waist. And I was LOVING IT. I briefly wondered if I should take the initiative to move away and immediately buried that thought. I was enjoying this way too much.
I kept throwing furtive glances on all sides to see whether anybody was noticing us while enjoying being steered around by him by my bare waist. He did it as if he was helping me out in directing me, as my hands are not free. His warm scratchy fingers on my soft creamy belly felt so satisfying and overwhelming. Like a kid being carried by its father, I let myself be peacefully held safely inside his firm control. Every time we paused; he would rhythmically but softly move his fingers on my waist in accordance with the drumbeats. I tried so hard to wipe off the stupid grin that was threatening to spread across my face. At this point, I wasn’t sure if I would make him stop even if people started looking at us. Nobody really knew me here anyways. Screw dignity. Again, I marveled at the direction my thoughts were going. How very unladylike of me. Still to keep things from getting too awkward I decided to try and keep some sort of casual conversation running between us.
“Umm..So Shankar!! Tell me more about this Holy Bell Ritual you were talking, earlier.” I tried to ask him over the cacophony of noises in the temple which started again after the temple entrance door was opened.
“Come again?!!” he asked, pulling me even closer to him in pretence of trying to hear me better and bending down to bring his face close to my cheeks. I accidentally brushed my lips, on his stubby cheeks and immediately pulled my face away blushing furiously. I could see a dimple forming on his stubbly cheeks as he smiled. I gulped. My nostrils filled with the pleasant musky scent of his cologne. I was actively turning into jelly on my feet now. And to make matters even worse his hands were now inching forward to the front of my belly now.
“What did you ask? I didn’t hear you the first time.” He prompted again, turning his face towards mine. I averted my gaze looking forward, blushing furiously as his face turned towards mine. His breath fell hot on my cheeks. His deep voice was so soft and soothing to my ears. Was it his hot breath or deep bass voice, or both, I was again hit by a wave of cold shiver all over the right side of my face and ears. Also I guess I’ve started wetting myself down there already. On top of that, he also slowly drew lines up and down with his forefingers on both sides of my bare stomach as if he expressed his impatience to keep waiting for my reply or as nonverbally sending me a question mark. It was so overwhelming, that I literally froze and numbed down for a couple of seconds. I could see my mehendi garnished arms, held up, but I couldnt sense it anymore. His fingers were then properly feeling my belly with the middle finger of his right hand inching towards my navel. Did he really expect me to stay unaffected and respond back casually while driving me crazy like this?
“Later..” I gasped out. That was all I could manage as I was starting to hyperventilate now. This was so embarrassing as I was sure he could clearly see my predicament from up close and was smirking at me.“Hmm..” he whispered faced down, and I could feel his breath on my shoulders even through the gauzy shawl. At the same time he was also tracing the rim of my shivering navel with his middle finger..”OK !!” he said giving two quick light pokes to my navel in rapid succession in wake of that <strong>ok </strong>and resumed resting his finger lightly on top of my reeling gasping navel. I closed my eyes feeling electrified by that quick tease, turned on and yearning for more. But his finger went back to lightly resting just below the navel in that eternal teasing position. I resisted the urge to whimper out a Please.
Then he leaned back to the previous position, but still I couldn’t relax even a bit, as his fingers right away restarted its soft rhythmic rubbing on the sides of my belly, except this time it wasn’t just rubs anymore. It was more like a potter softly moulding up a pot from the spinning clay as his fingers were sinking into my skin now. All of his fingers ran around fatally slow in a scratchy circular motion, which was so ticklish, that I couldn’t control my stomach from trembling. I wonder how each stroke of his fingers could be so soft and feather-like. I continuously kept sucking my gut in, obviously not to appear thinner but to endure the uncontrollable tickle. He often randomly kept pausing his movements for seconds as a tease. The anticipation of further ticklish movements of his fingers was weakening me further.
Though I even had sex with my ex a few times, I was never ever become sexually this excited, neither was I’m aware of how sensitively these spots of my body actually would react. This man with his mere touches and whispers has started wetting my panty. I tried hard to continue breathing, to keep my bearings and hold on to that tiny thread of awareness of surroundings I still had so that I won’t do something blatantly obvious that would call the attention of others on to us. But it was getting harder and harder as Shankar seemed to me getting more bolder and more creative with each passing second.
I felt the index fingers of both of his hands partially entering my navel and trying to spread my navel. I giggled despite myself trying not to, but immediately stifled it, pursing my lips hard. That seemed to amuse him as he paused and then scratched his fingers on my belly. I began shaking lightly with effort to keep my laughter in. Then without warning he inserted one of his index fingers inside my navel and pressed into my hypersensitive navel knot.
‘Szzzzzzzzz….’ I hissed, aroused to the core and weakly leaned back into him while turning my head away to my left. Little did I know that it had given him a perfect vantage point towards my exposed side neck. I felt him leaning closer to my neck, and even touching his nose on my ears and lips on the side of my neck together and whispering “I love listening to these kinds of folk music”. His lips were juicily munching on the sensitive skin on my neck with his squishy wet lips all while rotating his index finger inside my navel. I was momentarily pulled into oblivion as my senses burned with erotic pleasure. After vigorously teasing me like anything for not sure how long, he again whispered to my neck “Aren’t you loving this?”. Damn I was.But I wonder how in that lusty haze I even managed to smile back and then nod yes to his question. He chuckled at my reply and took his head back and paused his tickling on my midriff. “Hoo..” I discreetly left a heavy sigh, relaxing my stomach, to realise that his fingers had only ceased tickling me but not gone anywhere away from my stomach.Still, that was a major relief. I took a few seconds, to regain my consciousness I gulped, licked my lips wet and then took a few deep breaths. I stupidly thought that was all, everything was over and he had kind-heartedly let me back to my normal state. But I could never be so wrong. He, after peacefully waiting for almost a minute to ensure that I had lowered my guard completely, out of nowhere, suddenly re-started his masterpiece, super soft tickling with all his ten fingers moving all around my midriff, which made me clench my whole torso even before I knew it. And this time he leaned and approached my neck from the other side, and placed his lips to the left side of my neck just below my ears and whispered “I wonder if these artists would be available in spotify”. He outrageously even sucked in a chunk of my flesh from my neck and played it with his lips when he said it. I reflexively moaned perhaps a little too loud having lost sense and sensibility by this surprise attack, and then awkwardly made that moan into a laughter later. He joking about it gave me a safe excuse to laugh out as I was already at the verge of it.I suddenly felt his hands withdraw and a slight push with his chest, giving me the jolt I needed to snap out. I opened my eyes just in time to see the old lady turning back to look at me and I immediately pretended like I stubbed my toe. She told me to be careful to which I nodded perhaps a little too enthusiastically. Thankfully right at that moment the pace of the music picked up signifying the start of the pooja and I looked forward just in time to see a pandit opening the door of the deity. The lady immediately looked forward and started to pray in fervor along with others. I sighed out in relief at the narrow escape and pretended to pray while gathering my bearings.
Later after the prayer, when we got outside the temple door, I said if he already knew about the auspicious bell in the compound of the temple the old lady said to me earlier, as it is special for the first-timers in this temple. He said he has heard about it but had never tried it. But when I expressed interest in trying it, he enthusiastically accompanied me to the back of the temple where the Bell was said to be located. We looked for and easily found it from far away, and got near it. It was a huge bell, that looks like an antique piece. Some people were already ringing it. The echoing sound of it was giving a spiritual vibration each time it rang. We waited for them to finish ringing it. But apparently, its quite above my height. After they left after ringing, I went close to it, to confirm that I cannot reach it at all. I stood there disappointed, looking down, and thought of leaving the temple. But Shankar seemed confused about my disappointed expression “Why? What happened?”
I told him that the Bell was quite above my reach, so I cannot ring it.
Oh.. he squinted at the height difference between
Are you sure you cant reach it?
Yeah isnt it obvious? I lifted my hands upwards to prove it.
If my hands were free I could have at least tried reaching it. I whined.
Since its covered with Mehendi designs till the elbow from the fingers, and I should keep it intact for at least an hour more, I couldnt risk it.
I can lift you Shankar said.. you can ring the bell with your elbow thenI chuckled and paused.. “Aren’t you joking?”“No, I can do it.. Not a problem”He smiled
“Are you sure you won’t drop me on the floor?”“Dont worry, I can manage it”“I seriously wouldn’t care if you hurt your spine, but never drop me, okay”He laughed and nodded no.. “No problem”To be honest, this offer wasnt completely unexpected. I have seen male ego in work before. Somewhere inside me I had a feeling that he would offer this to me. Even though I wasnt completely convinced that, at this age, he could pull off doing it, I accepted it out of curiosity. And I also thought even if he messes it up, I could mercilessly rib him, the rest of the days, for this.
He came and stood behind me. I already started laughing thinking about the possible hilarious climax of it. “How?” I lifted my both hands compliantly but in perplexity. He bent down and held me by my thighs from back and then he lifted me up for a few seconds. But he lost his balance soon and stepped forward uncontrollably and before I could ring the bell even once, we both almost fell forward on the floor. But somehow we managed to ground safely. I kept laughing, he also joined the laugh. I started pulling his legs for what he did after so much build up.
Even though he kept laughing, he assertively said, “lets try it again..”“Wait.. what?? No way.. lets go back..” I said.“Please give me one more chance” he assured, “I’ll do it differently this time”“What are you saying.. You will hurt yourself” I warned.“No.. just once” he begged.I stood there in uncertainty.“Id feel bad later if i had not tried this” He appealed emotionally this time, and I fell for it.
This time he came and stood before and facing me. The moment I lifted my arms anxiously, suddenly I noticed his eyes fell on and got fixed on my navel, and this realization hit me so hard and unexpectedly, that this was not just him helping me out, but was more about the fulfillment of his fetishistic fantasy. That created a sudden rush of boiling blood all inside me. He bent down and held me above my knees and over my thighs and then lifted me up. His both palms were cupping my alternative ass cheeks. My knees were inserted between his armpits. Our poster then was quite edgy, as his prickly chin was exactly placed just below my navel, as he kept looking up at me. The wetness down there caused by the incidents inside the temple was just about to dry up and then how the events turned out again was impossible. The anticipation about the further happening was killing me. When he lifted me up, I could just then reach the auspicious bell properly almost at my eye level, so I tried in vain to distract myself from the sexual tension into the auspicious bell and started ringing it. The clapper part of the bell was much heavier than I expected. But while ringing the bell, all my attention was on the hot air he exhaled, hitting gently all around my navel at regular intervals. I didn’t have the energy to look at his eyes and I held my head all along fixed on the bell. As he struggled with his hands to hold up all my weight continuously, I kept minutely moving around from my initial position. That caused his scratchy stubble from his chin rubbing my super sensitive under belly. I tried not to but I flinched at it and I guess he sensed it pretty quickly and then he took advantage of the situation and started playing on it further. He seemingly not but purposefully kept rubbing his chin just below the slight paunch around my navel, by minutely and carefully moving me around with his hands. It was so ticklish that I could hardly control my chuckle.
He took that oportunity to ask me what it was about, why did I chuckle. But when he spoke, his chin kept pressing me there and the exhaling of the hot air got vigorous. That tickled me even more. I tried to answer that it was nothing but ended up giggling more due to the immense tickle. Although he perfectly knew why, still he kept asking why I was giggling.
Hey.. Dont mess around yaar.. make it fast he said. I asked why, without stopping giggling. Thats when he replied Because, contrary to how you look, you are such a light weighted darling
He cracking that sarcastic joke on my weight, gave me the perfect excuse to unleash my pent-up laughter caused by the whole ongoing incident.
As I kept laughing and ringing the bell, he partially lost his balance standing in that posture and he looked down and took a step forward to gain back the balance, which forced me to lean forward to reach the bell, as his face got pressed more to my belly. After gaining balance he looked up, but instead of lifting his face back towards mine, he held his face directly towards my belly. As he was not looking me up, his whole face was rubbing on my smooth super sensitive skin. His lips were holding the waist chain of mine intact, and his nose just below the navel. It was then more like Im smothering his face with my stomach. I shrunk my belly as hard as I could to resist the immense tickle it caused, and I tried and somehow stopped laughing and hung there undulated.
But then I realize that I have already lost the count of me ringing it, and started feeling concerned about our privacy and the appearance of our posture. I asked him what would anyone think if they saw us like that. Little did I think about how it would be if he spoke to me from that position of his face getting smothered by my stomach.
He said Ohh…
That warm unexpected ohh directly to my stomach had almost made me shriek and moan out of pleasure. That was such an intense moment for me. But he didnt stop there, and took it as another golden opportunity. From that position he looked both left and right as if anyone was there noticing us. And by that he literally rubbed my stomach left and right with his face completely with opened wet lips. And then he came back to the earlier position which is him facing directly into my stomach, except for this time, his pointy nose entered inside my navel, and then he said but I guess no one is around.. so dont worry
That friggin tickled me like anything. I flinched back and I almost fell bending backward, but he quickly held me by my back and pulled me towards him and my stomach got pressed to his face again. It was totally getting out of my control. I kept laughing again. I was getting all wet down there, again.
I then thought I had to acknowledge to him about it at least without its sexual undertone. I kept helplessly laughing for a while more and then took all my energy and said that his face was tickling me. Unfortunately (or fortunately) he playfully reacted to it quite unexpectedly.
“You should have thought about it when you decided to wear such kind of attire” he was certainly avenging me for teasing him that day. He then openly started rubbing his face all around my belly to tickle and tease me jokingly. My whole midriff kept trembling out of both my laughter and of course the unbearable tickle and this might have given him more kick in doing it. I begged him not to do that, he kept stopping it for a second or more and then started again rubbing his face all around up, down left and right. That act of teasing and him playing with my anticipation was overtly seducing and I started wetting my panties too. He even used his lips to playfully keep munching and sucking inconspicuously everywhere on my tummy left and right.
I kept laughing throughout the whole incident and I lost my count of the banging and ended up banging the bell more than 35 times anyhow. We both were laughing and since it kept the mood easy, fun and jovial even though the sexual tension and undercurrent were totally present but we never mentioned or even pretended it to be there, until later that night.
We reached our respective rooms. I washed off the Mehendi and afterward took a bath and wore a spaghetti-striped short top and pajamas, while I kept replaying the whole incident with Shankar in my mind with a mischievous smile. I was admiring the beautiful Mehendi designs in my arms, looking forward to shining more for the next day’s wedding. I tried and took several photos of my arms with my phone and then I thought I would upload one of them to Instagram, but when I opened Instagram, I saw immense responses to the photo Shankar uploaded tagging me earlier. I was thrilled to see most of the comments praising my looks in that lehenga. There were comments from lots of strangers too. Some perverts openly praised my navel too. Usually, I would have been pissed by them, but today I was thrilled and couldnt stop smiling, as it reassured me about the undeniable power of my secret weapon for Shankar. Suddenly I came across a comment just made that shocked me. It was just “babe…” from my ex. I thought he had blocked me on Instagram. Maybe he unblocked me after seeing this pic from Shankar’s account. How did he see it? Did he know Shankar before? It could have possibly come to his timeline because of the comments made by our common friends on that picture. Anyhow, I was having a sudden surge of strange and mixed feelings. Seeing him unblocking me after randomly finding an attractive picture of mine, made me furious. But that also made me feel good in a strange way too because of the nature of our history of breakup. My revenge fantasy was kinda partially getting fulfilled. Suddenly I started getting messages from him on Instagram.
“Babe…
How are you?
Missed you a lot.. babes”I couldnt reply as my blood was boiling to see his audacity to initiate a friendly conversation with me after all those humiliations even without caring to give a mere textual apology.
“Btw, who is this guy, Shankar Das?”
That question of his sparked an idea inside me. I rushed with the phone outside my room and knocked on Shankar’s door.
“Who’s that?” Shankar asked.
“Its me, I need an urgent help from you..” I said
After a few seconds, he slightly opened his door in half and peeped through the gap in curiosity.
“What is it dear?”
Was he about to take a bath or something? He seemed bare-chested without any clothes on his torso. I pushed the door open and entered to see him standing puzzled just in a turkey towel. He obviously seemed quite anxious and confused about all the rush I was making. I looked him up and down for a moment and then asked him to go wash his face, as he looked quite tired.
“Why? What happened?”
“Just do it, I’ll explain”
He stood there confused..
“Please..” I rushed him by stomping on the floor hard.
“Okay!” He turned back and headed towards the bathroom. I stopped him when he tried to take his pants from the drawer, to the bathroom. He was so confused but still washed his face and came back.He looked just fine for my plan, in his white turkey towel with a fresh and wet face, a thick gold chain on his neck, and a few white chest hairs. I took him to the balcony of the room, where the view of the dark valley and cold breeze would meet us and keep moving our hairs slightly. There was a chair with armrests on both sides and a small table, with vodka and a bucket of ice cubes in it. I realized he was about to have some drinks. I made him sit on the only chair there, and explained my whole situation and plan. I knew very well how my ex would react exactly. He had seen me online on insta, I had also seen his messages, so within 5 minutes he would lose his patience and would make a video call. Me and Shankar should be ready for it in no time. Shankar would just have to pretend to be my lover in front of the video call made by my ex-boyfriend. That could completely satisfy my revenge fantasy, which he was also aware about. My proposal definitely thrilled him a bit, I could sense that from the blushing smile from his face. But he was puzzled about literally everything about it.
I said, my intention is to pretend to be having my possibly best time around right then, and it would definitely piss him off instantly and he would end the call. He probably would be already drunk, so it would be really an easy job too.
Okay, but do we need to… I mean, really make out in front of him? Shankar asked.
No… ummmm but kinda yes… I mean nothing much.. maybe a kiss or maybe two would be fine enough… I mumbled. It created an awkward silent moment, we both didnt know how to react to it.From his face I could suddenly sense that he was gonna respond negatively. That would shatter me and my ego completely, I was afraid and anxious. I immediately and almost accidentally pulled out my Brahmastra. I pulled up my short top to cover my face with it, as if in anxiety, but in the process, revealing the whole midriff of mine completely at display. The waistline of my pajama was way lower than usual, almost revealing the beginning of my pube hair.In a fraction of second, before I covered my eyes, I could make out his eyes and mouth widening immediately. From that sudden change of expression on his face, I presume that my stunt had an immediate and substantial impact on him. I didnt want to miss his reaction for anything so within a second or so I pulled down my top back only a bit just to uncover my eyes and I saw his eyes completely glued to my navel with his mouth wide open almost drooling. I never thought he would fall for it again so easily and immediately as it could ever be.
Now that I know I had him completely inside my navel, I broke the silence, with a slightly disappointed face. Well dont you worry, if you are not quite comfy about it, then we will do it on the cheeks instead of mouth. Or we dont need to do this at all, if that’s what you prefer. I dont want to make you uncomfortable
No, no, its not that… I really would love to help you with this anyhow He reassured. I jumped out of joy inside my head.
Thanks yaar… the thing is not about the kiss, its all about the posture and the vibe we create together.. We should look very comfortable and confident with each other to make it convincing Lets improvise on the go and see how it goes, okay?
Oh, now you are making me nervous, haha..
The phone started ringing. It was the asshole making a whatsapp video call, just as I predicted.
Shut up, and just be my lover from the next second onwards, okay?
Oh okay Shankar pretended to be prepared.
Suddenly another idea struck me. I rushed inside the room and picked up the lighter and the pack of cigarettes and brought it to Shankar and asked him to light it. My ex despised smoking and prohibited me to even try it, I told Shankar.
Really? Then this would be a nice touch.. I guess that cig made him much more comfortable and less anxious. He lit the cig releasing a hell amount of thick smoke with a genuine musculin swag.
Uff this man is damn sexy I exclaimed inside my mind.
See, I asked you to do this, because I believed I had the freedom with you…
And now only you can help me out here. Are you really okay with this?
Its alright Diya, Ill try Shankar seemed genuinely prepared for it now.
“Alright” I said and sat on his lap sideways, placing the knees of my legs over the armrest of the chair and resting my lower back on the other armrest, and with my right hand hugging around his face, which is just at my chin level. I didnt know what I was more excited about. My revenge or kissing Shankar. I was getting worried about lots of things. Would his breath be smelly? Or would mine be smelly? Would we go for a mouth kiss? Shall I then use my tongue?“Are you ready?” I asked. I couldnt hide my smile. He nodded yes by inhaling the cig. I also took a puff from the cig and then I answered the video call.
“Hey Diya!” Edwin said with a wicked smile.
But instead of replying, I continuously coughed hard because of the puff of smoke I inhaled. I’ve already started panicking. I feared I was gonna lose this golden opportunity for my long-awaited revenge fantasy by being so clumsy and confused.
“How have you been? Loved how you look in that pink lehenga. Reminded me of how beautiful you were”
I swear at that moment that I wanted to punch him through the phone. How dare he talk to me like this? I was pretty shocked to see his audacity again to act all friendly and cool all of a sudden. I was short of words and was just panting hard for a couple of seconds, confused about how to respond. I felt like I was losing this battle.
“Hi Edwin, I’m Shankar. Nice to meet you”
I was surprised to hear this. Shankar came to my rescue. His rusty voice and confidence overpowered Edwin’s voice. Did I seem that disappointed that he needed to step in? Anyway I couldn’t be happier. In fact, the sheer boldness to take charge of the situation turned me on. Maybe it was his maturity which was lacking in most of the guys in my past relationships. As soon as I heard this, my confidence rushed back into me.
“Hey Edwin, Good to see you. How is your lonely life?” I could see his pupils dilate at my reply. He was rattled and I was loving every moment of it.
“What? Hey Diya…I know you are really pissed at me..” He stammered.“It’s so sad that you are still hung up on me, Edwin” I gave a smirk. That reply shook him to his core. He was flustered. “Anyway, as you can see, I’ve moved on. You’ve already met Shankar”
“You are joking, right? That dude is your new boyfriend? You can’t just move on from me that easily. This is just a sham to get back at me”.
Then Shankar took a big puff of smoke and exhaled onto the phone. For a second, the video was completely foggy from the smoke. That was such a power move and I could see the fear in Edwin’s eyes.When Shankar took another puff, I turned to his face and reached to his lips. He got the cue quickly and we did a smoke-kiss. This time I didn’t cough and instead I stylishly exhaled thick smoke, turning back to the camera in swag.
“Hey, did you just kiss him?” Edwin was getting angrier. I got so thrilled at everything about this.“No”. I smirked. “It was just a smoke kiss… Hold on, we’ll just show you what’s a proper kiss, right now” I don’t know what possessed me to say that so soon.
And with an anxious restless heart I opened my mouth half, naughtily and moved closer to Shankar’s. He too slowly and teasingly opened his mouth and captured my lips with his. Yes, we passionately and deeply got engaged in a proper seductive serene french kiss! The way his lips were brushing mine was too sensual and was really turning me on again. Chilly wetness of the just washed prickly bristles of his mustache and the stubble was tingling and wetting all around my mouth, on my cheeks, chin and nose, while warm and smelly breath from inside his mouth was conquering my senses. I was involuntarily playing with my fingers on the hairs behind his head. His left arm was around my waist, which was not seen in the camera, but still he was caressing me all over there sensually. Edwin kept trying to interrupt it, asking me to wait and give him attention. But I was instead moaning and getting my heart melt from the wet, soft, warm and sensual caresses from his tongue to mine. At that moment I knew perfectly well that Shankar was also equally excited, from the way he was kissing me. That was my first proper kiss ever with Shankar which was much better than all the stupid kisses I ever had.
“Are you kidding me?” Edwin screamed. His face was now turning red. “How long do you think you can continue this charade? I know exactly where you are”. That came as a surprise to me. I was hoping by then he would have ended the call and left, but his words made me concerned.
I pretended to ignore those words and kept kissing him. But Shankar sensed the sudden change in me, and broke the kiss. So I had to turn back to Edwin.
“Come on now Edwin. Don’t start being so pathetic.” I tried to look confident.
“You are probably at a resort in Shimla, you came there for your brother’s wedding, which is happening tomorrow” Edwin responded with a grin. He seemed not drunk at all.
I was honestly surprised by the fact he knew so much about my situation right then. My heart stopped beating for a second.
“So what? What the hell do you want now?” I sounded desperate.
“Dont give me that babe.. I have known you for years. You dont mess around with an older guy like him. And.. even if you did that out of, maybe, desperation (he chuckled).. You know.. But still you won’t be bringing your sex mate who is as elder as your dad to your brother’s wedding And this must be a cheap drama you pulled off instantly to piss me off.. as revenge may be.. Am I right, loser?”He had caught me red-handed. I felt like I lost my voice. He must have already spoken to my friends and gathered information about my whereabouts. After all, the post on Instagram must have already had my location on it. Shankar sensed my panic. He caressed my back with his left hand over the top. But I noticed that it was not seen on the screen. Maybe he was not pretending before him and did it to genuinely console me, I assumed.
I was back to square one again. Edwin knowing so much about me, was not something I anticipated and it completely caught me off hand. “Hey kid”, Shankar interrupted. And then he took another big puff of smoke. I knew then that something was about to happen. I felt a sense of relief and anxiety. He exhaled his smoke. “Do you still think you can get back with her?”. He was a savior again. How does he read me so well? Maybe this time it was more obvious. I was shaking my legs with anxiety. Luckily Edwin couldn’t see it. But then something happened. Shankar slipped his left arm inside my top, and started slowly caressing the skin on my back. I was shocked. How can Shankar do this while having a conversation with a stranger with ease? His warm fingers calmed me down and my legs started to feel more relaxed. Now it wasn’t the legs that I was worried about. His warm fingers gently gracing my skin were starting to turn me on. I was embarrassed to know how hot it made me feel. In a few moments, I knew my body would react to his touch and it did. Goosebumps. His fingers stopped for a moment. He knew what I felt. My face was starting to turn red and his smile didn’t help at all. He started caressing again. Only this time, the feeling got more intense. His rugged fingers now on my bumpy skin was something hard to resist. Pleasure ran down my spine.
“What the fuck do you want? What the fuck do you know about me or us?” Edwin was in a rage. I was getting really anxious thinking if this whole idea was a mistake. I already regretted unnecessarily dragging Shankar into this nasty mess. “There is no reason to be so hostile, Edwin. I consider both of us to be adults here. Or am I making a mistake to see you as one” Shankar kept his calm. I was thrilled to see the confidence and command he maintained in his tone, all this while almost feeling me up by caressing my back with the soft magical touches of his long fingers..
Edwin grunted in disapproval. I could see his confidence take a big hit. “I appreciate how much effort you have put into finding your ex-girlfriends whereabouts. Bravo. Although just one look at that picture and you can guess where she is. That’s all you got?” And then looking at me he said. “And thats supposed to scare her?” He ran his right hand over my left cheek. I started to blush again. Shankar was totally taking control of the whole conversation, while he was caressing my whole back from bottom to top until my neck, now with his whole arm inside my top. My hands started playing with his hair involuntarily.
“Well.. ” he stammered. “I still don’t think she would go for a dadaji (old man) like you.” hoping to make fun of Shankar. Shankar remained unfazed. In fact, I felt he wanted Edwin to get desperate.
“What time is it now kid ?” He exhaled another puff of smoke.
“What the hell does that have to do with anything?” Edwin retorted. “Now the kid can’t tell time“ Shanker responded looking at me. He was literally assuming all the power over Edwin.
“I don’t know. I guess its half past 11” Edwin has become completely submissive answering that question. I was sitting on Shankar’s lap comfortably, and getting sensually caressed by him on my whole back and back neck, which kept me moving and turning around softly. That is when he, with his other hand, caught the bottom tip of my top at my front and then slowly lifted it until almost my whole midriff was open which left me breathless and anticipating hard about his next move on my stomach.
“Good job” said Shankar in a condescending tone and then he slowly brought his arms towards my open stomach with his palm and fingers facing upwards, except his forefinger which was kept straight towards me, and he softly placed his pointed forefinger just below my navel. I suddenly closed my eyes and took in the air loud, out of shock and the sensation it created. Even though my belly shrunk a lot , his finger didnt lose the touch with my underbelly. I started gasping hard which made my belly shrunk and expanded massively. All the while he kept caressing my waist slowly up and down with the fingers of his left hand.“What do you think your pappa will be doing right now?” Shankar asked without even looking at him, all his eyes were glued to my stomach then.
“What???” Apparently Edwin didn’t expect this question since he was also kind of eagerly watching and possibly enjoying Shankar’s actions on my body.“Why are you bringing my father into this?” Edwin was almost pleading..
Shankar looked at Edwin and said “No disrespect intended to him. Just curious what he will be doing at this point of time, son”
Shankar turned his face back from Edwin to my belly and started softly circling around my navel with this forefinger. I started moaning to it before his finger reached just above my navel. My heavy gasping made my belly slowly undulate like a belly dancer. I involuntarily channelized my pressure partially back to Shankar by pulling off his hair from the back of his head with my right hand.
“Still haven’t got an answer?” Shankar asked again in a stern tone.
Edwin gulped and said “Umm…Probably sleeping”
“Most likely”
After completing making a single circle around my navel with his finger he started dragging it softly upwards through my belly. This time he took another big puff of smoke. Why am I getting turned on by seeing him smoking? I couldn’t blame myself anyway. Every time he did it, something exciting happened. This time he started to move his lips down towards my navel. I was writhing with anticipation. I arched myself backwards for his lips to savor me. But his mouth stopped before reaching it. He then exhaled his smoke onto my navel. The hot air from his mouth entered deep inside my navel. It was a sensation that I have never felt before. It felt like I was being pleasured all around the navel simultaneously. My feet were stretched out and my stomach was tucked in with pleasure. My eyes rolled back and the feeling was taking me all over. He felt how stretched my whole body was and so his left hand tightened his grip on my waist. How could his weakness be my weakness too?
Shanker now looked at the wide gazed Edwin. Apparently he was liking it too. I felt so enthused knowing that my revenge was nearing perfection. I was drunk with power at the feeling of Shankar on my side.
He continued “By this time of the night, he would be totally off… right?” His fingers started playing with my navel again. He broke the touch when his finger was just about to lose my skin and touch the lifted top of mine. And then touched again there and dragged back his finger downwards on my belly. I moaned again. I’ve started undulating my belly again.
“Yeah he must be” Edwin sounded emotionless.
“Okay beta, now answer this” When Shankar’s forefinger almost reached back at my navel, he opened his palm and with all the five fingers he covered my navel and started sensually tickling with each finger all around my navel. That made me release a screeching voice and stretch myself backwards and I tried keeping my stomach as hard and tight as possible to endure the tickle…Shankar suddenly faced back at Edwin and asked, “What do you think of me?”
Eh? Edwin was completely clueless about it.
Shankar quickly pulled me closer with both his hands, which made me lean towards him and my face reached quite near to his..
“Dont be shy” Shankar turned towards Edwin.
“What do I think of you? Well..” Edwin sounded like a school kid.
“Don’t disappoint me son…” Shankar brought his forefinger to my chin and lifted my chin upwards. I stretched my neck alone backwards but leaning my body towards Shankar. He drew a slow and smooth line with the finger downwards throughout my neckline.
“You said something before. Right?”
“That you are a dadaji (old man)”. Edwin’s voice broke in between.
Shankar ignored Edwin and brought his face closer to my neck and slowly opened his mouth and pulled out his tongue and started sensually snaking with the wet tip of his tongue on the side of my neck from bottom to top real slowly. That was a profoundly intense lick and almost instantly made me melt down and moan like anything. I tilted my head accordingly as his tongue was reaching up my chin by giving him more open space on my neck.
After watching all these for a few seconds Edwin pulled him together for a moment, got back to reality and shouted “Hey excuse me… !“
It must be really hard for him to watch it all. He couldnt stand watching someone else so easily pleasuring and seducing me instantly like anything. At that moment, he might have had flashes of memories of me pointlessly explaining to him about how all he should have focussed on my erogenous spots like my neck, which he carelessly ignored always.
Meanwhile, the tip of Shankar’s tongue had almost reached my chin, so when Edwin interrupted him, he broke the lick and laughed at Edwin…
“Do you think your father can ever be with a girl as beautiful and young as Diya in the cold chilly nights of Shimla?”
Shankar smiled and faced me. I tilted my head sideways again and gave him my open neck as before, I was so horny then. Watching me doing it, he smiled and then resumed the lick from my chin moving the tip of his tongue down towards my neck again. When his tongue reached the edge where my jaw joined the neck, he flicked his tongue quickly over that line for a few seconds. That was the point where I broke out chuckling unexpectedly for a second, but still kept my posture unmoved for him to do whatever he pleased on my neck. The pitch of my moaning increased as his tongue was slowly moving down and reaching to the bottom of my neck. I have already started wetting my panty, even before he finished that lick! I scratched his bare back with my fingernails out of immense pleasure. Just when the tip of his tongue reached my clavicle, he ended the lick by wrapping his lips over my neck and sucking the skin with a massive moan. His moaning while sucking my neck was another legit turn-on for me. He snuggled his face over the line of the edge where my neck joins my shoulders. He also flicked his tongue again inside his mouth up and down my shoulder bone.Edwin was witnessing all this when Shankar suddenly ended the kiss and turned back at him to ask “Can he?” Edwin must be boiling inside, he couldn’t say anything then I guess. He kept mum. After smiling at Edwin for a few seconds, Shankar faced back and rubbed his nose over my shoulders for a few seconds and again turned back at Edwin to say “Seems like I’m not the dadaji you thought I was”.
“And tell me why are you calling your ex-girlfriend on a weekend? Don’t you have some friends to hang around with and have fun? Or is it that, just like your papa, you are sleepy as well?” That broke Edwin down. This time his head slightly drooped.
“It seems like we are finally on the same page” His tongue almost reached my earlobe and I didn’t even realize it. The pleasure of seeing my ex getting humiliated by Shankar was the only intention. But now the pleasure of Shankar eating me away with his mouth is the only thing that I had in my mind. But how could I let him pleasure me this much? Would he think I’m too easy? I can’t even think this through when Shankar is making my body weak with his warm mouth. He owned Edwin with just a simple conversation. I wish he owned me too.
“And.. Did you really think you had any chance of getting back with my girl when you can see how much we enjoy each other?” Shankar scoffed.
I was so much pleased with all his words and actions till then. I hugged his head and started giving peck kisses on his cheeks and even nibbled his ears, while giggling to Edwin in between.In a last attempt, Edwin took all his courage and said “Hey Old man, this is between me and her. I called her phone to speak with her. Not you. You dont interfere in between.” Edwin desperately tried to get a hold on the conversation now that I was totally turned on and was kissing and biting around the ears and neck of Shankar.
“Oh wow… The kid is getting furious now… But listen, this was between you and her… a few months before until you indulged someone else into it… Not anymore… son. Besides, didnt your father teach you how to pay respect to your elders” and then Shankar faced towards me and sucked my lips and we again indulged in a quite passionate mouth kiss for a long while.
I dont know how long Edwin watched us sucking each other, before getting frustrated and ending the call. It’s when Shankar broke the kiss, I realized the call had ended already.
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