Part-2 continues here..
Studio, here we come!
After a few more minutes of hushed silence in that air-conditioned comfort cabin on wheels, we arrived at an residential area, slowly passing big houses and bungalows in a quieter neighborhood. The hustle-bustle of the main road died down and we stopped in front of a modest house. I got out and was instantly, back into the furnace of the blazing sun. There weren't many people in the street.. 'Come Chithra', Mohan put a hand behind my shoulder to gently push me towards the house. I pushed his hand off me looking around, concerned if anyone's watching. No one was there anyway. Mohan chuckled, 'OK OK' as he went on to open the door. 'Welcome to my humble office' he said, in general, stepped in slapping the Power Supply on as he walked, not even looking in the direction of the switch.
Inside, past a dusty small office space, was a much bigger dark hall with no windows and all surfaces were either painted black or draped in black screen cloth. It looked very - high tech and 'Studio-ish', even to my untrained eye! Indeed, it's the 'place where it all happened'! I could readily picture a scene featuring a doll-like model standing in front of the bright "whiter-than-white" backdrop as the barrel-shaped lights strategically mounted at different locations around the room, focused on her to accentuate her every contour, as she posed for a great new costume or product! Suddenly, with a keen interest I scanned the room, taking it all in, eyes wide, palms on my cheeks, as it fully dawned on me what Mohan actually does for a job.
My stunned silence and the villager-like gaze at the tech-heavy gadgets was interrupted suddenly by a dull slap of a strong hand landing on my right buttock over the saree making me yelp! It was unsurprisingly, Mohan's hand, as he genially inquired, what are you gawking at? you look like one of those hapless victims of Mr. Freeze in the Batman movies?'. Recovering quickly, ignoring his mockery, with an angry stare, I slapped his wrist, reminding him to keep his hands off me. 'First time in a studio dear?' Karan chimed in, after he finished typing in his phone. 'Yes' I nodded wide-eyed and excited.
'I hate to quell your excitement Chithra. By the end of today you'll be bored with these equipment, I promise', Karan continued smiling, 'but now, we want you to be "fresh and ready" for the task, since it looks like you could very well use a shower', he chuckled as he said that looking at my unkempt hair, tired looking face, crumpled yesterday's Saree and the overall, "past expiry date" look! Mohan and I need to get back to my office to collect new clothes you'll be modeling for us dear! It should've been here already, but the clowns at my office messed it up. That's who I was checking up now with. It's a short distance away and we'll be back soon'. Mohan took over, 'you'll find the shower cubicle behind that wooden door' , pointing to a darkened corner at the far end of the room. 'and hanging on the wall should be a couple of robes for you to change into, next to the changing area', he pointed to the opposite end of the large studio. what he called as a changing area was nothing more than two hanging curtains joined at the corner where the walls meet. when they were drawn together, it forms a makeshift room, and when not required, can be pulled away along the rails to make more practical use of the space usable. clever! Just next to the curtains, outside , was the large ornate polished coat hanger with massive five hooks, two of which had robes hanging.
Even as I was taking the scene in, I was interrupted by a sudden blast of loud music. The place had a phenomenal sound system as it seemed the whole place was reverberating to the deep drumbeats to the familiar hindi number that was about to begin. 'Do you like it? the best thing is, these walls are completely soundproof, can't hear anything outside, so we can play it as loud as we want!' Mohan said cheerfully, placing the remote on the top shelf, as he walked back from the stereo's power unit. In a loud voice, 'Don't want you to feel lonely while we're away, we'll be back in no time.' He even went to the corner, fetched one of the robes, handing it to me., 'Here, we'll be back soon, should be under 45 minutes, you'll have everything you want, to wear. I'll bring different sizes just to be sure.' he added in a serious note,'as we don't want to take chances and interrupt the shoot, because something doesn't fit you.' Karan added, 'Sorry we're rushing this, usually you'll have your sizes measured properly, a portfolio made initially with apparels that are tailored to fit you. But lets do that also, once this urgently required assignment for Roshni sarees has completed dear ' Karan added with the sugarcoating by now, I'd started expecting out of him.
Heaven beckons!
Leaving me with the robe in one hand and the handbag dangling from the other shoulder, and a very loud music, both Karan and Mohan purposefully left the studio in a measured rush as I watched the main door shut, but unable to hear the 'thud' associated with it, as the sound of the music effectively canceled all else! After what seemed like an eternity, recomposing myself, I looked around, more slowly this time.. and walked around the studio marveling at the well polished, gleaming gadgetry all around. Fascinated by the inverted umbrella-thingies that reflected more light on to the person who stood in the focus zone, in front of the huge infinitely white screen! I was drawn towards it like a moth would be to a bright light. I imagined it to the "heaven" they show in movies where it's totally white and Morgan Freeman usually walks in the foreground with his imposing smile and an effortless delivery of whatever it is that he would say as God.! Suppressing the smile, spotting the full-length mirror at one of the sides mounted on stilts, designed to give the key 'performer' a view of what he/she would look like in the white background, I dropped the handbag and the robe on the floor and slowly stepped toward the middle of the 'dais' moving myself in tune with the music. As I stood at the centre with my back against the white background and looked at the mirror, I gasped at what I saw. I really looked an altogether 'different-me'. The radiant light bouncing off the screen to my back made my hair and the silhouette literally glow. I slowly removed my glasses smiled at myself and put them on. 'Morgan Freeman', yes you!, that's you! I said aloud to myself as I appreciated the "HALO-EFFECT" the lighting had all around me.
Morgan Freeman to Madhuri Dixit!
Just then, the ongoing song number ended and the next one began. This is the all-time hit song, 'Ek.. Do... Teeen...' ! This is one of my all-time favorite songs.. I watched myself gyrating my hips as the song began with a 'Ding ... dong... Ding.....Dingdong...Dingdong.. DingDong.. ' laughing and quickly looked around although I know am the only one around and yanked the saree pallu to the floor and laughed, stepping closer to the mirror. Hands on my hips seeing my jiggling tits, and rhythmically shaking hips, made a loud announcement to no one in particular, - 'Ladies and Gentlemen, Here we go! (raising my eye brows and made my best possible imitation of Madhuri's lopsided smile ) The journey from Morgan Freeman to Madhuri Dixit!!' and began shaking my hips left to right and right to left, ran my hands over my thighs bringing it slowly letting the fingers slide over my navel all the way up along the midriff dragging a line with my thumbnail, cupping them over the blouse I began, shaking my tits in-tune to the song. Imagining the huge mirror to be the camera, gently squeezing the sides and base of my tits I leaned forward, closer to the mirror smiling and shaking my tits which were spilling generously at the sides of the boobs. "What a sight! look at that rack !!", I did my best B-grade movie villain voice,and laughed menacingly, recreating in my mind the 'item-dance' sequence so common in movies. I tried and miserably failed to 'whistle' like one of the sidekicks of the villain in movies :)
As I stared at my boobs arrested in the blouse my naughty thoughts grew naughtier. 'Dancing topless should surely be the right way of paying tribute to such a great song, right?' - as soon as I heard my inner-voice, I brushed the idea away registering my own shy smile at the mirror. But the very next second, the devil-in-me began convincing me. 'Is it such a bad idea? think about it? no one's here.. you're going to take a shower anyway. what difference does it make, whether you undress here or there?' I saw myself nodding to the Devil's little speech in the mirror, even as I continued to gyrate my hips, completely ignoring the fact that I am trampling on my own pallu on the floor. As the beats increased in tempo, the hooks of the blouse came undone swiftly and within in no time the blouse was at the tip of my right hand as I started spinning it high over my head spinning the rest of my body in tandem, running my other hand over the cleavage.. rubbing it over the bra. I looked positively sexy in my own opinion. Feeling charged up, letting out a high pitched squeal 'Oh yeah babyyyy, you rock!' (surprising myself at the release of the pent up energy as I threw the blouse right at the mirror) and continued to dance clutching my hair with both hands moving my head side to side.. loosening the locks and spreading it all over my shoulder.
Goddess in me! :)
Next thing I know, pushing the dangling mangalsutra to over to my back, I leaned forward to rub my tits against their own reflection on the mirror planting a nice firm kiss to my own lips. "Ssphssssssssshwwwwwwww" - was the noise as I dragged my lips along the mirror, kissing. Slowly turning my face, rubbing my left cheek along the mirror, looking at myself side along, I asked aloud, 'You know what you're going to do next.. Don't you? mm.? ( raising and lowering the eye brows twice in quick succession, as I posed the question to myself' Stretching my own monologue, ' Hey what if someone comes in here?, 'Look around you silly, Do you see any one?' mmmmhhmmmmmm with the naughty smile my hands went behind and the next 10 seconds witnessed my bra taking the aerial route somewhere to a darker corner outside the range of the high-focus 'heaven' zone of lights.! Despite the very poor aerodynamics and the increased drag provided by the cups, the bra managed to travel surprising distance and in its own quest to reach the heaven, it managed to reach as high as one of the inverted umbrellas hung on the ceiling to reflect the lights, and got stuck there. Busy Dixit'ifying, I was totally enthralled seeing my completely topless self and saree with its pleats just inviting itself to be pulled out of its tucks from the petticoat from its current crumpled state, I felt suitably like one of the ancient Ellora cave scultures with my hand running through and my hair. Whispering to myself in a gasp, 'Oh my goodness, Venus herself descended here!!Look at YOU, woman! way to go!!!' as my gaze fixed on the now hastily stiffening nipples on my full shapely, near perfect very slightly sagging breasts --- completely missing the dangling bra that had stuck on the umbrella handle overhead!!
Enters Mani! :
Nor had I realized the main door opening behind me - rather loudly, as the commotion was "muted" by the super-noise-canceling blaring loudspeakers!! A frail figure adorn in light-blue T-shirt, a Cap and chequered bermudas stood stunned at the entrance as the door shut behind him. He gawked at the scenery unfolding in front of him with open mouth and eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.! Enter Mani, Mohan's "multi-purpose go-to-chap!". He doubles up as cleaner, make-up assitant, touch up boy, running any other errands in general. As Mani stood in the shadows outside the perimeter of the zone covered by the intense lighting, he was out of my obvious line of sight! Completely oblivious to my new and very-interested audience, the "Venus-in-me" was in full flow! Slowly, as Mani grasped the enormity of the situation he has landed himself in, a smile filled his face as he leaned on the wall beside him stylishly, hands in the bermuda's pockets, legs crossed, began to 'enjoy the show'. :)
Very soon, Mani's fingers inside the shorts' pockets from began feeling the "uncontrollably-restless" and agitated snake pushing hard against the Calvin-Klein's elastic attempting to bore a hole through. Clenching his buttocks, sighing deeply, he started stroking his tightening balls from both sides with his hands deep inside the pockets now! Despite his young age, Mani is no stranger to skin exposure and models, as he has been working already over a year at Mohan's and is used to seeing tall, fair skinny models sachet their stunning bodies on a fairly regular basis. He also usually has free access to help them get ready too. During the initial days he had to struggle hard not to stare and learnt very soon that he needed to 'Compress to Impress' the fair maiden! :) Stiff-tented, pokey-pokey trousered make-up boys seldom won the respect of the models!! He learnt the valuable lesson in his early days already and practiced earnestly to press on his erection to kill it, without drawing attention to himself! But the drama inside his jocks, is an altogether different matter! Nothing prepared him for a middle aged curvy lady in top shape performing topless for "herself", so happily!! His efforts to decompress his naughty tool (more out of habit) was responded immediately by a stiffer ten-hut salute, as his eyes were still glued to the naked tits and their reflection in mirror ( the "2 for 1" offer made it even better! ) being sensually squeezed by the super-hot lady whose half-clad saree only accentuated the eroticism as she was so sensually gyrated her hips and ass to the booming beats of the song! Mani thought ' Surely she must be enjoying this whole thing a lot more than me', as he gave up on his attempt to scale down his member and fixed his attention of her rhythmic butt shaking, letting himself be swept into the charging storm in the room at that moment!
Angels and Demons
As the song reached halfway point, I stepped back a bit from the mirror, looking at my own gyrating-self, filled with overwhelming guilt all of a sudden, I quickly gathered the pallu from the floor, covered my tits back, addressed my reflection aloud, 'Chithra!! look at you!!!! flaunting your tits so freely girl!..' .. continuing with left hand on hips, an outstretched right hand index finger I spun slowly around 360 degrees, 'In THIS place!' (as I did, somehow managed to miss the shadowy figure that stood at the door! ) here! 'Would you have done this last week? or even yesterday? !!, Hmm... Tell me, tell me,... tell me you slut!! ' ( screaming at the loudest of voice that even mani was able to hear over the music..) After staring at myself for a long moment, with a slowly returning naughty smile, I shook my shoulders and boobs slowly, until the pallu dropped off again as my smile turned to a giggle. 'Shut up you mind-voice, there is just one life to live after all' ( in a heinous devilish tone).
There was a tug-of-war going on between the two camps inside my head. and so far, winning quite clearly, is the little chap with horns on his head,a long fangs, a long tail and an evil smile (yes, the Devil indeed!) sitting on my naked shoulder with his evil laughter, even trying to poke my stiff nipples with his trident (LOL, he is EVIL, so what else to expect from him!! :) ) While the angel who has been sitting on my other shoulder must have slipped and fallen down unceremoniously when I started shaking my tits and shoulders ! :)
Mozart interrupts..
Swaying my head from shoulder to shoulder, just to make sure no one's there actually, I giggled, as I shook my head to let my hair fall forwards to cover large sections of my tits, enjoying the gentle stir caused by the tip of my hair brushing against the by-now hard nipples as i shook my head gently in-tune. The lovely tune by the Madhuri's song was suddenly contrasted by the cacophony of Mozart and a repeated 'brrrrrrr' ... 'brrrrrr'.. nearby. Confused I looked around, but realizing milliseconds later that it's my cell phone ringing and buzzing from the handbag I had dropped next to me on the floor, before I began my "Performace!". Quickly pulling the pallu back up over my shoulder ( this time not out of shyness but more so, to not trip over while I rushed to handbag). The caller Id said that It was my son's school office! As Reality beckoned, feeling suddenly more exposed, holding the pallu over my chest securely, I ran to the stereo system, grabbed the remote on it and pressed the buttons furiously, trying to stop, as I could not hold a conversation with anyone with music that loud, on.
Instead of pausing or stopping, I managed to press the wrong buttons and Richard Marx came on, the next song, alongside Mozart on my ring tone. 'Whenever I'm weary....', the eternally gifted romantic began his melodious number! Never have I hated Mozart and his piano so heartily, as the phone kept ringing. Cursing my stars, with phone on the left hand, remote on the right hand, I finally managed to pause Richard Marx' song ( another of my all-time favorites) and answered the phone. The friendly voice on the phone said, ' Good afternoon madam, Thank goodness you picked up, I was about to hang up. It's about your son's music class fees madam. It's been pending for this term and the last date was due last week already, hence, calling to check'. Surprised, I responded, 'Oh, that must be a mistake, my husband said he took care of it last week already.I'll check with him and get back to you.' 'Oh I am sure he has madam. Thank you. That will be great if you can. For your info, we also have other type of payment schemes, where you could do monthly payments. That way, you're not exposed like this!' I immediately shouted 'WHAT?!!' (covering my tits over the saree with both hands , pressing the phone closer.) He chuckled and pressed on. 'You're exposed now aren't you madam?' leaving a lengthy pause... as I looked down at myself a bit more uncertain now, pressing my tits/ almost crushing them with my palm and was about to speak, when he allowed the effect of his pause to sink in, added, ' I mean, this type of situation madam, you're exposing yourself to this type of situation by paying only per term.' and chucked again, as he knew his double innuendo had hit the mark this time! The cheap bastard probably has been trying the dirty lines to any woman who picks up the phone and enjoys slightly unsettling them, but this time he never would have realized how "Accurate" he was on his prediction! LOL. He didn't expect me to laugh in response, as my initial irritation, turned into a sigh of relief and then a 'phew- that was all' kind of laughter. As he joined me to laugh, I snapped, 'No thats fine. Check your payments again. we paid already. Goodbye.' Giving him no chance to answer further, I disconnected. 'Idiot' muttering under my breath, turning to the mirror again, turning the remote on, now with a much reduced volume to hear the soothing Mr Marx, I continued from where I left, seeing the outline of my tits behind the thin saree. Mani too sighed in relief as he resumed stroking his tool with his hands in his pocket, as the Song resumed. Earlier, he was holding utterly still squeezing and pinching his thighs with his hands in his pocket, as his eyes dated down to the insane erection and a small wet patch that began forming already through the jock as he saw my back in saree, while I was on the phone. Business resumed for mani too, as Richard Marx's Romantic number resumed :)
Until the Ocean doesn't touch the sand...
As Richard Marx's melody picked up ... 'until the Ocean doesn't touch the sand.... now and forever......', I could imagine the pearly-white background I see in the mirror behind me transform gradually and was replaced by ocean waves touching my feet! I felt myself part of the song, with Richard Marx dressed in his his linen white shirt and beautiful white trousers walking along the sea shore with the waves brushing his feet as he sung. The white background must have been magical :) As the song rolled on and as I imagined the gorgeous beach and Richard Marx with myself in the mirror, I remembered the painting of 'Birth of Venus '- the love goddess' standing on Oyster shell. Thanks to my husband Ravi, a history buff, we saw the picture sometime ago in an art exhibition, thanks to the free tickets from his office. Automatically my fingers typed Venus on my phone and I started browsing the images, eyes glued to the Phone screen, Dropping the Sound system remote next to my hand-bag on the floor and began slowly and sensually pulling out my saree pleats tucked into the petticoat with my eyes on the phone. As I reached around to pull the remaining saree tucked around my waist and back, I slowly spun around, rhythmically swaying my hips!
At the far corner, near the door, Mani gasped! That was the first time he saw my face, which was glowing spectacularly thanks to the illumination from the phone I w as holding close-up! As I was turning to his side, the rest of the saree that loosely hung on my shoulder and my body slipped down too.. and he was greeted with the real world's version of topless venus with most part of her naked tits covered up in her hair, her beautiful, large whirlpool of a concave navel PLAINLY visible about a dozen feet away. The breathtakingly beautiful curvaceous body on display made him gasp and wonder, if this is the same lady who had been talking to someone about her son, moments ago ? 'Now and forever..... I will be,,,,, your maa.... nnn... " cooed Richard Marx, while Real-life Mani nodded and whispered along in agreement, ' Yea...Me too!!... with a body like that...I'll be your man too...' , he whispered, looking at me all over, from head to toe, his eyes resting on my every contour. He took a sharp breath as he spotted a bit of my maroon panties through the gap formed just below the petticoat knot, tied at my left hip. The song was so.. involving with plenty of silent spells in between the verses, that the rustling of my saree as I pulled the tucks and even the sound of my bangles and anklets were clearly audible!!! The whole scene looked 'ANGELIC' to him as I spun around slowly in my petticoat smiling into my phone with my saree, fallen down on the floor in a neatly formed chaotic circle! (Can there be neatness in chaos?! hmm..)
to be continued...
Calm before Storm
As the song finished, I picked up the remote and killed the music. The silence that ensued was deafening. Gripping my phone, just like a zombie holding a knife in the movies, climbed over the unkempt hill in front of me ( the heaped mess of saree on the floor!) to reached the mirror. Shaking my head,pushed my hair back to being my tits in full view as I leaned forward. Squinting my eyes, picturing one of the seductresses from those songs in the movies which we fast-forward typically(!), I pushed my tits against their own reflection on the mirror and immediately let out a loud moan 'sssssssshhaa' as the cold surface of the mirror rubbed against the soft skin and nipples. Pulling back tiny bit, I looked down to see very taut "4 nipples" as I stood leaning forward with the erect nipples just touching the glass surface. 'Ohhh, Hey, there're 4 of them! Not just nipples anymore but quadruples ! time to have my eyes checked', I laughed at my own bad joke. Mani was having a hell of a time suppressing his giggles and erection at the same time! Its humor or erotica - one or the other for him usually- but not at the same time.. It was killing him as he squeezed his dick and balls so hard, painfully to control his state and avoid offloading all over his shorts! (4 nipples... he repeated in tiniest of whispers... smiling .. intently focusing on me, taking in the beautiful view of the love-handles just above my petticoat on both sides, and the outline of the butt crack as my butt cheeks pushed against the petticoat as I stood leaning forward facing away from him!
'mmmm... naughty' , mumbling to myself as the thought just arose within me. I quickly grabbed the dangling mangalsutra and pulled it to my back in order to not obscure the view of my tits. Then , placing the phone right above the boobs so that I could frame all 4 of them in a single shot. Instead of the typical 'Say Cheese' before the photo, I hooted, 'Say Squeeeeeeeze' and pressing my tits against the mirror giggling at my own pun, while clicking multiple snaps of the well-squashed view of the real and the reflected pairs in the same frame. The left hand rested on my hip as it wasn't engaged in any artistic work unlike the right hand that was busily creating epic moments with the phone camera!
Standing back, checking the pictures, I was genuinely impressed and happy with how they turned out. A naughty thought came to my mind as I scrolled through the snaps. 'I wonder if Ravi can recognize who these belong to, if I showed the pictures'. Looking up from the phone, I admired the lovely looking full boobs that were in front me. Securing the phone by tucking it partially into the petticoat, with a naughty smile erupting, bringing my hands upward from my hips, I murmured ' Say Squeeze..... Squeeze.............. Squeeze.... ' as I began squeezing my tits. Sure enough, snaps were taken this time too, but not by me!!!!!!! 'Squeeze... Squeeze... Squeeze' .. , Click ... Click ... Click...
.. As my fingernails began playing with my taut nipples, while I continued to chant 'Squeeze Squeeze Squeeze' in a low guttural moan now, as if its a mantra... yet more furious click ...click... click, from the far corner. Unable to withstand any longer, throwing his morals away, Mani pulled out his phone out and started taking snaps praying heavens almighty for the 'show to go on, uninterrupted, all the way through', holding his phone close to his T shirt, to avoid the bright light giving away his location. His reasonably new smartphone had no problems capturing the horny subject in bright lights in full-focus who appeared to be handling the 'pressure situations' extremely well, as she's keen on squeezing the most out of any given situation :)
Reaching for the hollow, that's not so shallow!
With a sultry glance at my new found best-buddy in the mirror, swaying my hips ever so gently, releasing my tits from the relentless kneading, I slipped my hands down, slowly to the base of my boobs. As they approached upper midriff, biting my lips, slowly turned the hands around, with all the fingers now point downwards ready to dive down. Savoring the prospect of the journey my fingers are about to undertake, the satnav in my brain began calculating the route towards the final destination, as I scanned the luscious highway to heaven. Staring at the soft shapely tummy the deep navel, involuntarily I tucked my tummy in, focusing on the change in contour of my navel, as I did and giggled as I spotted the tiny slit of dark shadow that emerged at the small gap formed between my tucked in tummy and the petticoat. Shaking my right hand index and middle finger I spoke to them, 'In there fellas... do you see that? In there you'll go... We've got a horny horny girl here, don't we??' , as the mono-acting continued, the fingers shook quite happily, eager to get to the delightful pie! :) as I laughed looking at them wiggle. 'You scoundrels, Ah.. with this rate, you guys would push right your way in! In such a rush.. hmm? as I spoke I lowered the hands slowly down and as my right hand index finger's tip touched the top of my navel, I looked up at myself, 'ah but first, there is a pit-stop here!' I said with a little chuckle, taking my time, actually lifting most part of the finger up, so that only the tip of the nail made contact. Gently, very gently as I circled around my navel, I could see that my tits began to heave visibly and the smile on my lips dried up quite quickly. Bit by bit, in concentric circle I slipped the fingernail in, towards the epicenter, and my nonchalant stare also got replaced by a 'f**k me right now!!' look. I was completely transfixed by the beautiful view in the bright spotlight of how sensual I looked as I stood so erotically building a powerful rocking sensation from deep within!!
Mani's beautiful view:
That beautiful view was equally relished by Mani and his Redmi as the unprofessional poor quality phone camera did its best to gobble up the epic in the making, capturing a homely but hyper horny curvaceous bombshell performing intimate stuff! just for him!! The very thought of it made his head spin as he was already reaching giddying heights sweating all over and panting like a dog unable to control his raging emotions. Along with the "performing-doll" few feet ahead of him, he was gyrating his slender frame, not to dance along, but shaking all over in fear as with every passing second, he has been venturing deeper and deeper into the unknown territory. So far, he has been ogling at the models who looked thin, all-business-like and akin to robot when it came to expressing themselves. This is a whole new level of performance and as his eyes took in every possible detail of the naked back , the loose hair, hanging and dangling mangalsutra from behind and the outline of her gorgeous butt cheeks and thighs as she was slowly moving her hips from side to side. 'Who the heck is she? looks like a goddess, definitely not a regular model' he thought swallowing hard, pressing his corporal in stiff-attention inside his trousers. 'Even my mentor, my guru Mohan sir would not have seen such a show!' he thought smugly. As he watched in the mirror, the frontal reflection of the curvaceous seductress slipping her hand down from her tits, he was gearing up too, to slide down his trouser zip to release his corporal a bit.
Caught Redmi-Handed!
Lubricating my finger by thoroughly licking it, I went back to my already wet navel and this time, with no preliminaries, landed straight at the bulls-eye, as i pushed in, I gasped loudly in pleasure as watching me doing myself in, is so so so triple times erotic which has to be felt, rather than be just described in words. Continuing to push the index finger deep inside my navel, the left hand which was slipping down too, had reached the hip, and felt the phone that had been tucked partway into the petticoat. I yanked it out, stretching the left hand all the way out, turning the camera on, decided to take a selfie switched the camera to face me. As I looked up at the camera, getting ready to align it and focus it down towards my body, I spotted something behind me, something that moved! I stared into the phone frozen in fear, yes there definitely is a movement behind me!!!
**** a short update...
A Stimulated-Statue!
Not wanting to lose control of the situation, took a deep sigh closing my eyes, thinking 'this is it' , as I decided to confront the perpetrator. In a swift move, crossing my hands to cover my heavy tits and erect nipples, I spun around scanning the bright floor, spotting the saree that lay in a heap, a couple of feet away, dashed to scoop it up in a rush to cover the still juggling tits (from my dash to it ). I managed to pull the saree over the shoulders to cover from both sides. Although the intention was to imitate Jackie chan's lightning fast moves to get to the get to the saree from where I stood, it turned out more like Kunfu Panda's - clumsy, yet effective. I hoped that my secret admirer wasn't laughing at me. Once covered up, in growing confidence, I continued to swiftly cover the ground towards my intended target. 'Who the hell is there?!!', I barked angrily, mustering up the loudest possible bark, as I the outline of the diminutive figure, seemingly frozen at the corner of the room, became clearer and clearer. I took big strides, tightly holding the saree over my boobs with one hand and tucking the mobile into my petticoat feeing its edge pushing into the elastic of my panties. 'Step forward I say!!! Who are you??? ' I shouted again, as I reached Mani. Just as my eyes began to adapt to the relative darkness, after stepping out of the brightly lit section of the studio to the corner, I could make out a timid boy blinking at me in total shock. Froze with fear, unable to move, his terrified eyes and gaping mouth displayed "fear" in every possible way. Statues of prominent leaders strike poses that usually involve their arm held high waving or showing a Victory sign or holding something - a pole with a flag. But here, facing me was a frozen statue, holding the smartphone in his outstretched arm (the other hand was holding a different kind of 'pole' beneath that lose T-shirt until a few seconds ago, given the circumstances!! - Quite a leader that the country needs! worthy of a statue!!)
Seeing his reaction, gaining further in confidence, stepping right upto his face and clicked my fingers loudly to elicit some sort of a response as I yelled at him, ''Heyyy!!! I am talking to you!!" , "Hellooo!!". My angry voice boomed across the empty hall and echoed, bringing him back to senses. In a trembling stuttuer, he poured out, 'Madam, sorry madam, my name is mani, i work here.. sorry madam, you were busy when I came here... '. I asked him, 'I was Busy?' although, inside, I was eaten alive in shame, as I knew exactly what he meant. I wasn't going to give in. ' yes.. madam, practicing...' I was surprised at his clever choice of words. He clearly knew what I was up to and his labeling of my horny acts as 'practicing' although made it sound like a respectful deed, when I thought more about it, sounded like 'practicing for what?' and I was annoyed at the hidden implications of what he said. Shifting my gaze to his phone, 'so, you thought it's a wonderful idea to film me *practicing* did you?' . ' No No madam, nothing like that. Filming is Mohan sir's job. I am only his assistant.' he said politely, still trembling a lot. I reached out my hand, 'Give me that stupid phone, I am going to report you to Mohan. I'll tell him that his assistant has been filming me secretly. Give it to me here, you scoundrel!!' As I reached for it, he pulled his hand back impulsively, to try and hang on to his phone. 'Madam sorry madam.. no .. please .. don't tell Mohan sir.. I'll lose my job'. I can see it in his eyes that he was genuinely worried. 'First give me the phone!!' I reached for it again, but he leaned his upper torso back and his outstretched right hand further back, continuing to plead!! We were in a corner of the hall, so not much room for him to step back. As I held y hand, standing on my tip toes, I was at a touching distance of his phone. As he continued to plead, from the corner of my eyes, I was able to see his wide open eyes, really up close and see the detailing of his very thin line of budding budding mustache. 'Come on! hand it in, now!!' I found myself screaming at the boy, as my loosely draped saree brushed lightly against his T-shirt. 'Madam madam.. sorry madam.. please madam.. ', Mani was going on non-stop, but was spellbound at the sudden closeness of me. He was able to feel the light touches of the saree fabric on his body and my loose hair brushed is cheek as i shook my head and screamed for him to hand the phone, pinning him down at the corner. Yes, that's what was happening.. ' Pinning him down!!' As I was leaning forward into him in the ensuing struggle, needless to say, few seconds was all it took, for me to lose balance. Even as I stared into his eyes, as I felt myself falling onto him off-balance, defiant to NOT hold him, I released my right hand that was till then holding my saree (which was pulled around me like a shawl now) and brought it to hold on to the wall right behind his face. It appeared as though he was trapped to the wall by me with my arms locking him from both sides. With my right hand providing the balance needed, I pushed for the phone, edging ever so close, while he fought for ,'his precious', pleading. ' Madam, no.. no please.. if I give it, you will show it to Mohan sir... please madam', while he just realized that now it was MORE than just the saree that began rubbing against his chest!!! He started feeling the pressure of my soft but heavy tits brush and press against his chest intermittently. In the meantime, I had managed to grab his hand and was trying to price open his fingers that held the phone so tightly. He was not trying to push e away, but at the same time he was not ready to hand the phone in too. 'Stop this nonsense!!!!!!!!!! Hand it now!!!!!!!!!!' , as i screamed to him remembering his name that he said, 'Maniiiiiiiiiii let it gooooo!!' as I was determined to snap it from him, since it had my most embarrassing intimate moments recorded, if I am right in guessing. As my focus was very much on the phone, it didn't register to me fully that his face and left cheek was fully pressed against and resting on my naked shoulder while his "FREE" left hand was brushing against my bare hip and the petticoat. His fingers grazed around the gap below the knot, as he raised his voice in top pitch to distract me with some nonsense 'Madaam.... that phone is soo important for me. It's my birth day gift. please let it go!!! ' with me foolishly retorting, 'in which case you'd have used it more wisely than taking pictures that you shouldn;t be taking. Give it now!!', while he casually gave a tug at the petticoat knot, making it look as though its part of the struggle, only loosened it enough that it stayed in place, around me just enough, so his fun could continue. As I struggled with my left hand to get the phone off his right hand ( unfair contest) I began to vaguely feel, something push against my belly and in a few seconds began targeting and pushing into my navel in the ensuing rhythmic struggle!!!!!!!!!!!
Bulls eye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As I had been standing in tip toes, threatening and yelling at him to hand his phone over, struggling to peel it off his hand, leaning all over him brushing my naked tits on his chest with just the saree covering it, the frozen leader who had sufficiently thawed now(!!) re-developed the stiff "pole" once again!! :) As he didn't have a chance to pull the zipper of his shorts back, the limp soldier hanging outside the shorts (which was covered from view by his T-shirt) now sprung to action!! As he head been rasing his hand so high above his head, his T-shirt hiked up quite a bit too, leaving the soldier out in the open, all alone in the battleground!! The soldier was met by a worthy adversary indeed!!
As I was pushing onto him, his erect dick started rubbing against my bare lower abdomen and once Mani realized what was happening, all it took was a few careful gyrations amidst his struggles and screams and continued begging to me, his soldier already had the full knowledge about the 'Lay of the Land' and was battle ready! He grew stiffer by the second and ""Sensing"" where the prize is, he began the "target practice" while I continued to unsuccessfully price the phone off his fingers.
[[ Picture this!!!]]
His fully reinvigorated stiff dick easily found my navel as I was leaning on to him, resting myself against the wall with my right hand, battling for his phone with my left hand. With his left cheek brushing against my right hand resting on the wall, looking deep into my eyes he began to gently **screwing my deep navel**. While his 'free' left hand that was already on my hip, discovered my petticoat drawstring, began very gently pulling and loosening, as he gyrated!!.
I battled for the phone standing in tip-toes, stretched to full length, and managed to grab hold of his phone by loosening his grip around it by pinching his thumb and fingers ( classic age-old technique) I saw his face grimace in pain as he gave in to the sharp pain, and began letting go of his grip. "YESS!" yelling triumphantly, enjoying his guttural moan, looking right in his eyes, I loosened his fingers around the phone one by one, but hey, at the same time, I sensed my own petticoat's grip beginning to loosen around my hips. What the heck's happening??? I sensed that "unfamiliar thrust" of something stiff but with a soft-feel, lodged deep inside my navel. The tip of it was poking deep inside me! It wasn't painful by any me means, in fact, rather confusingly, began stirring pleasure waves all over me! At the same time, his left hand tightened the grip on my hip and began squeezing slowly, pulling me forward, closer to him!!!!
I felt my whole body was rhythmically being rocked "back and forth" by his hand on my hip, every time the impact of the '(un)familiar thrust' deepened within. As he pulled me closer, clearly,
I screamed aloud utterly confused, as it slowly began to materialize to me, what's just happening even as he pulled out and thrust himself deeper yet again, with the "unknown object" pushing right back deep into my navel yet again! Somewhere during the last few moments of a tussle for the phone, the timid teen mani had transformed into a more certain, confident youngster - thanks to the events that unfolded around him! As he used some force to pull me closer to him, I felt the petticoat loosen around me, further and a small smile had replaced the pain from his face now!!!
"HEYY.... STOP that!", I squealed, my left hand with the phone now (which had suddenly become very irrelevant) and the right hand on the wall, pulled back, landed straight on his cheek - as I slapped him real HARD, yelling "Rascal!!!!!" But as I pulled away from him, the petticoat had loosened further down and is now precariously hanging around my hip, thanks to my hourglass figure, which was providing it with a temporary gravity defiance.
The slapping had the intended effect, as he released me immediately, coming back to his senses. As I recoiled from him, stepping back, allowing him to massage his reddening cheek, clutching my loosened petticoat, pulling it back up, readjusting the saree that thankfully still covered my otherwise naked tits, I quickly turned away from him to walk a few steps away into the swathes of darkness in the studio to get 'decent' again. As I was swivelling around from him, alongside his stunned and dazed expression and building up of 'panic' within mani, what also stood out in haze was the red tipped tool, that still hung out pointing to the ceiling outside of his T-shirt. Made me pause a wee-bit longer to squint at it, before turning away from him and walk back with 2 phones, on one hand (mine and his) a loose petticoat on the other and a saree that faithfully played the part of dhupatta. Avoiding the centre of the studio hall that was ablaze in light, I approached the office room corner, where the music system was. It was quite dark there. Placing the phones on the table, I quickly secured the petticoat, when I heard mani's footsteps next to the giant full-length mirror ( where I stood on the other side of it.. in the darkened space). I heard him start off softly - "sorry madam, so sorry", - I yelled at him aloud - "Go back to where you were, aren't you ashamed of what you did just now? Rascal". Even as I yelled at him I found his hand sticking out from the edge of the mirror. Before I could burst out and shout at him, I saw at the tip of it, dangling freely was my blouse, my own blouse, that I was unable to find when I approached mani earlier, in a rush. "Madam it was on the floor.", he said it in a whisper as I watched his hand, in awkward embarrassment, nevertheless relieved too, I grabbed it quickly from his hand. "Thanks, now go back, allow me to get dressed". "Ok madam", I heard his footsteps fade in distance, and pulling out the saree, momentarily topless, looking around gingerly, expecting him to pounce on me any minute, I draped the saree very urgently, cursing myself for chucking the bra away so carelessly, i put on the blouse and pulled the pallu up and came back up..
Seeing me he came running again, continuing his sorries, from where he left, in a hope to get his phone back.
I sat on the office chair comfortably as he stood aside... I told him, "not before I get to see what you've recorded here and then delete it. come on tell me the code. NOWWW" as I yelled, he blurted out the passcode to open his phone, shaking all over, "sorry madam, please don't tell Mohan sir", he seemed genuinely worried, for a boy of his age, just turning major, eagerness to try manly stuff, seemingly had backfired and he is shaking in fear as I opened the images and videos section.
Not knowing what to expect, I was actually stunned to see my own backless pictures of me dancing in saree in front of the mirror. It was 'sensational'. I stared at the snaps for what seemed like an eternity not realizing my audience who had quietly moved to my shoulder now and peeking at the snaps too, as I scrolled on slowly. When I stopped at the particular somewhat hazy close up of me in just the petticoat and one of my tits clearly seen in the mirror reflection, next to which I am seated now, I stopped and stared at it. I heard an unmistakable sharp gasp. I found mani crouching forward to get a better view. I banged on his shoulder with the hard phone of his, realizing that he has been getting a generous eyeful of my naked tits and wanted another look. "Stay back you idiot!" I shouted in a shameful voice, as he giggled for the first time, and said, "you looked beautiful madam". "SHUT UPPP..." I yelled and hurriedly erased all the snaps of me from the phone. When I came to the photo that I was just staring, not having the mind to delete it, I sent it from his phone to mine, before erasing from everywhere. "OK, here is it, take your phone". As I was about to give him, I saw other albums in the phone and out of curiosity, I opened one as he rushed back to grab his phone. I shouted "what the hell is this?" seeing several pictures of different models in the studio, all in "INTERESTING" situations while changing or caught off-guard moments. "What are these?? I am sure, these are......"
"Madam, madam, please please... sorry ...", he began pleading. "Now this I can definitely report to Mohan," I said laughing, feeling like I had a good leverage on him, as in the back of my mind I was worried how he might take it forward, seeing me in that sort of intimate act earlier.
As I was talking to him, holding his phone, in my hand, it began ringing, and the call was from Mohan. I let it ring and turned the phone to show Mani who it was from. "Madam please madam", he started sobbing as he dropped flat on to my feet, holding them he whispered please madam, nodding a 'no, don't tell' sort of gesture, as I attended the call in speaker.
"Hey Mohan, what is taking you so long? I thought you should be here by now?". Hearing my answer, Mohan was confused a bit. "Hey dear, what are you doing answering mani's phone.? where is he?"
"He is here nearby, he is cleaning and getting the place ready" ( i said seeing mani standing up ) "was he helping you get prepared and all?" Mohan asked. "Oh don' worry, he's a sweet kid" (seeing Mani smile and mouthed a thank you silently' and took over) "Nooo... you're the first person to call that lazy rascal sweet!!" he responded. Mani shrilled happily, "Mohan sir, I can hear you too. Madam attended the call in speaker mode". "Why is your phone not with you Mani?" asked Mohan again, a bit suspiciously. Mani answered with a chuckle, "it's a long story Mohan sir" and was met with a threatening glare from me, as he bit his tongue. "Nothing Mohan, your apprentice here, was trying his hand at photography and wanted to try taking a few snaps of me. I was practising my posing skills too, we were just killing time". "Oh really, I would love to see his work," said Mohan enthusiastically. "Oh don't worry, we just reviewed his handiwork and decided they were not up to the mark and deleted them," i said smiling dousing his enthusiasm. "Ok listen Chithra, don't forget, be ready when we are there. Kiran is getting delayed at getting the new shipment for modelling wear, but we will be due within the next hour. shower and be ready if you haven't done so. Mani, help her out, it's her first time modelling ok?", "Don't worry Mohan sir, we'll be ready" he chimed in, as I disconnected the phone.
"Thank you, madam, for not telling on me. Mohan sir has a very bad temperament. I will lose the job surely if he finds out about these pictures and I am really sorry about earlier. but you are very beautiful, madam, the most "real" looking model we've had here, I think", he added sincerely as he walked away, this time, not even bothered to ask for his phone. "Madam, I'll turn the lights and the geyser on. Mohan sir mentioned about the shower, it takes 10 minutes at least for the water to heat. I need to vacuum and clean the place in the meantime". He said smiling, returning to almost normal person. walking away not waiting for my response.
..... it continues... albeit slowly....
Studio, here we come!
After a few more minutes of hushed silence in that air-conditioned comfort cabin on wheels, we arrived at an residential area, slowly passing big houses and bungalows in a quieter neighborhood. The hustle-bustle of the main road died down and we stopped in front of a modest house. I got out and was instantly, back into the furnace of the blazing sun. There weren't many people in the street.. 'Come Chithra', Mohan put a hand behind my shoulder to gently push me towards the house. I pushed his hand off me looking around, concerned if anyone's watching. No one was there anyway. Mohan chuckled, 'OK OK' as he went on to open the door. 'Welcome to my humble office' he said, in general, stepped in slapping the Power Supply on as he walked, not even looking in the direction of the switch.
Inside, past a dusty small office space, was a much bigger dark hall with no windows and all surfaces were either painted black or draped in black screen cloth. It looked very - high tech and 'Studio-ish', even to my untrained eye! Indeed, it's the 'place where it all happened'! I could readily picture a scene featuring a doll-like model standing in front of the bright "whiter-than-white" backdrop as the barrel-shaped lights strategically mounted at different locations around the room, focused on her to accentuate her every contour, as she posed for a great new costume or product! Suddenly, with a keen interest I scanned the room, taking it all in, eyes wide, palms on my cheeks, as it fully dawned on me what Mohan actually does for a job.
My stunned silence and the villager-like gaze at the tech-heavy gadgets was interrupted suddenly by a dull slap of a strong hand landing on my right buttock over the saree making me yelp! It was unsurprisingly, Mohan's hand, as he genially inquired, what are you gawking at? you look like one of those hapless victims of Mr. Freeze in the Batman movies?'. Recovering quickly, ignoring his mockery, with an angry stare, I slapped his wrist, reminding him to keep his hands off me. 'First time in a studio dear?' Karan chimed in, after he finished typing in his phone. 'Yes' I nodded wide-eyed and excited.
'I hate to quell your excitement Chithra. By the end of today you'll be bored with these equipment, I promise', Karan continued smiling, 'but now, we want you to be "fresh and ready" for the task, since it looks like you could very well use a shower', he chuckled as he said that looking at my unkempt hair, tired looking face, crumpled yesterday's Saree and the overall, "past expiry date" look! Mohan and I need to get back to my office to collect new clothes you'll be modeling for us dear! It should've been here already, but the clowns at my office messed it up. That's who I was checking up now with. It's a short distance away and we'll be back soon'. Mohan took over, 'you'll find the shower cubicle behind that wooden door' , pointing to a darkened corner at the far end of the room. 'and hanging on the wall should be a couple of robes for you to change into, next to the changing area', he pointed to the opposite end of the large studio. what he called as a changing area was nothing more than two hanging curtains joined at the corner where the walls meet. when they were drawn together, it forms a makeshift room, and when not required, can be pulled away along the rails to make more practical use of the space usable. clever! Just next to the curtains, outside , was the large ornate polished coat hanger with massive five hooks, two of which had robes hanging.
Even as I was taking the scene in, I was interrupted by a sudden blast of loud music. The place had a phenomenal sound system as it seemed the whole place was reverberating to the deep drumbeats to the familiar hindi number that was about to begin. 'Do you like it? the best thing is, these walls are completely soundproof, can't hear anything outside, so we can play it as loud as we want!' Mohan said cheerfully, placing the remote on the top shelf, as he walked back from the stereo's power unit. In a loud voice, 'Don't want you to feel lonely while we're away, we'll be back in no time.' He even went to the corner, fetched one of the robes, handing it to me., 'Here, we'll be back soon, should be under 45 minutes, you'll have everything you want, to wear. I'll bring different sizes just to be sure.' he added in a serious note,'as we don't want to take chances and interrupt the shoot, because something doesn't fit you.' Karan added, 'Sorry we're rushing this, usually you'll have your sizes measured properly, a portfolio made initially with apparels that are tailored to fit you. But lets do that also, once this urgently required assignment for Roshni sarees has completed dear ' Karan added with the sugarcoating by now, I'd started expecting out of him.
Heaven beckons!
Leaving me with the robe in one hand and the handbag dangling from the other shoulder, and a very loud music, both Karan and Mohan purposefully left the studio in a measured rush as I watched the main door shut, but unable to hear the 'thud' associated with it, as the sound of the music effectively canceled all else! After what seemed like an eternity, recomposing myself, I looked around, more slowly this time.. and walked around the studio marveling at the well polished, gleaming gadgetry all around. Fascinated by the inverted umbrella-thingies that reflected more light on to the person who stood in the focus zone, in front of the huge infinitely white screen! I was drawn towards it like a moth would be to a bright light. I imagined it to the "heaven" they show in movies where it's totally white and Morgan Freeman usually walks in the foreground with his imposing smile and an effortless delivery of whatever it is that he would say as God.! Suppressing the smile, spotting the full-length mirror at one of the sides mounted on stilts, designed to give the key 'performer' a view of what he/she would look like in the white background, I dropped the handbag and the robe on the floor and slowly stepped toward the middle of the 'dais' moving myself in tune with the music. As I stood at the centre with my back against the white background and looked at the mirror, I gasped at what I saw. I really looked an altogether 'different-me'. The radiant light bouncing off the screen to my back made my hair and the silhouette literally glow. I slowly removed my glasses smiled at myself and put them on. 'Morgan Freeman', yes you!, that's you! I said aloud to myself as I appreciated the "HALO-EFFECT" the lighting had all around me.
Morgan Freeman to Madhuri Dixit!
Just then, the ongoing song number ended and the next one began. This is the all-time hit song, 'Ek.. Do... Teeen...' ! This is one of my all-time favorite songs.. I watched myself gyrating my hips as the song began with a 'Ding ... dong... Ding.....Dingdong...Dingdong.. DingDong.. ' laughing and quickly looked around although I know am the only one around and yanked the saree pallu to the floor and laughed, stepping closer to the mirror. Hands on my hips seeing my jiggling tits, and rhythmically shaking hips, made a loud announcement to no one in particular, - 'Ladies and Gentlemen, Here we go! (raising my eye brows and made my best possible imitation of Madhuri's lopsided smile ) The journey from Morgan Freeman to Madhuri Dixit!!' and began shaking my hips left to right and right to left, ran my hands over my thighs bringing it slowly letting the fingers slide over my navel all the way up along the midriff dragging a line with my thumbnail, cupping them over the blouse I began, shaking my tits in-tune to the song. Imagining the huge mirror to be the camera, gently squeezing the sides and base of my tits I leaned forward, closer to the mirror smiling and shaking my tits which were spilling generously at the sides of the boobs. "What a sight! look at that rack !!", I did my best B-grade movie villain voice,and laughed menacingly, recreating in my mind the 'item-dance' sequence so common in movies. I tried and miserably failed to 'whistle' like one of the sidekicks of the villain in movies :)
As I stared at my boobs arrested in the blouse my naughty thoughts grew naughtier. 'Dancing topless should surely be the right way of paying tribute to such a great song, right?' - as soon as I heard my inner-voice, I brushed the idea away registering my own shy smile at the mirror. But the very next second, the devil-in-me began convincing me. 'Is it such a bad idea? think about it? no one's here.. you're going to take a shower anyway. what difference does it make, whether you undress here or there?' I saw myself nodding to the Devil's little speech in the mirror, even as I continued to gyrate my hips, completely ignoring the fact that I am trampling on my own pallu on the floor. As the beats increased in tempo, the hooks of the blouse came undone swiftly and within in no time the blouse was at the tip of my right hand as I started spinning it high over my head spinning the rest of my body in tandem, running my other hand over the cleavage.. rubbing it over the bra. I looked positively sexy in my own opinion. Feeling charged up, letting out a high pitched squeal 'Oh yeah babyyyy, you rock!' (surprising myself at the release of the pent up energy as I threw the blouse right at the mirror) and continued to dance clutching my hair with both hands moving my head side to side.. loosening the locks and spreading it all over my shoulder.
Goddess in me! :)
Next thing I know, pushing the dangling mangalsutra to over to my back, I leaned forward to rub my tits against their own reflection on the mirror planting a nice firm kiss to my own lips. "Ssphssssssssshwwwwwwww" - was the noise as I dragged my lips along the mirror, kissing. Slowly turning my face, rubbing my left cheek along the mirror, looking at myself side along, I asked aloud, 'You know what you're going to do next.. Don't you? mm.? ( raising and lowering the eye brows twice in quick succession, as I posed the question to myself' Stretching my own monologue, ' Hey what if someone comes in here?, 'Look around you silly, Do you see any one?' mmmmhhmmmmmm with the naughty smile my hands went behind and the next 10 seconds witnessed my bra taking the aerial route somewhere to a darker corner outside the range of the high-focus 'heaven' zone of lights.! Despite the very poor aerodynamics and the increased drag provided by the cups, the bra managed to travel surprising distance and in its own quest to reach the heaven, it managed to reach as high as one of the inverted umbrellas hung on the ceiling to reflect the lights, and got stuck there. Busy Dixit'ifying, I was totally enthralled seeing my completely topless self and saree with its pleats just inviting itself to be pulled out of its tucks from the petticoat from its current crumpled state, I felt suitably like one of the ancient Ellora cave scultures with my hand running through and my hair. Whispering to myself in a gasp, 'Oh my goodness, Venus herself descended here!!Look at YOU, woman! way to go!!!' as my gaze fixed on the now hastily stiffening nipples on my full shapely, near perfect very slightly sagging breasts --- completely missing the dangling bra that had stuck on the umbrella handle overhead!!
Enters Mani! :
Nor had I realized the main door opening behind me - rather loudly, as the commotion was "muted" by the super-noise-canceling blaring loudspeakers!! A frail figure adorn in light-blue T-shirt, a Cap and chequered bermudas stood stunned at the entrance as the door shut behind him. He gawked at the scenery unfolding in front of him with open mouth and eyes nearly popping out of their sockets.! Enter Mani, Mohan's "multi-purpose go-to-chap!". He doubles up as cleaner, make-up assitant, touch up boy, running any other errands in general. As Mani stood in the shadows outside the perimeter of the zone covered by the intense lighting, he was out of my obvious line of sight! Completely oblivious to my new and very-interested audience, the "Venus-in-me" was in full flow! Slowly, as Mani grasped the enormity of the situation he has landed himself in, a smile filled his face as he leaned on the wall beside him stylishly, hands in the bermuda's pockets, legs crossed, began to 'enjoy the show'. :)
Very soon, Mani's fingers inside the shorts' pockets from began feeling the "uncontrollably-restless" and agitated snake pushing hard against the Calvin-Klein's elastic attempting to bore a hole through. Clenching his buttocks, sighing deeply, he started stroking his tightening balls from both sides with his hands deep inside the pockets now! Despite his young age, Mani is no stranger to skin exposure and models, as he has been working already over a year at Mohan's and is used to seeing tall, fair skinny models sachet their stunning bodies on a fairly regular basis. He also usually has free access to help them get ready too. During the initial days he had to struggle hard not to stare and learnt very soon that he needed to 'Compress to Impress' the fair maiden! :) Stiff-tented, pokey-pokey trousered make-up boys seldom won the respect of the models!! He learnt the valuable lesson in his early days already and practiced earnestly to press on his erection to kill it, without drawing attention to himself! But the drama inside his jocks, is an altogether different matter! Nothing prepared him for a middle aged curvy lady in top shape performing topless for "herself", so happily!! His efforts to decompress his naughty tool (more out of habit) was responded immediately by a stiffer ten-hut salute, as his eyes were still glued to the naked tits and their reflection in mirror ( the "2 for 1" offer made it even better! ) being sensually squeezed by the super-hot lady whose half-clad saree only accentuated the eroticism as she was so sensually gyrated her hips and ass to the booming beats of the song! Mani thought ' Surely she must be enjoying this whole thing a lot more than me', as he gave up on his attempt to scale down his member and fixed his attention of her rhythmic butt shaking, letting himself be swept into the charging storm in the room at that moment!
Angels and Demons
As the song reached halfway point, I stepped back a bit from the mirror, looking at my own gyrating-self, filled with overwhelming guilt all of a sudden, I quickly gathered the pallu from the floor, covered my tits back, addressed my reflection aloud, 'Chithra!! look at you!!!! flaunting your tits so freely girl!..' .. continuing with left hand on hips, an outstretched right hand index finger I spun slowly around 360 degrees, 'In THIS place!' (as I did, somehow managed to miss the shadowy figure that stood at the door! ) here! 'Would you have done this last week? or even yesterday? !!, Hmm... Tell me, tell me,... tell me you slut!! ' ( screaming at the loudest of voice that even mani was able to hear over the music..) After staring at myself for a long moment, with a slowly returning naughty smile, I shook my shoulders and boobs slowly, until the pallu dropped off again as my smile turned to a giggle. 'Shut up you mind-voice, there is just one life to live after all' ( in a heinous devilish tone).
There was a tug-of-war going on between the two camps inside my head. and so far, winning quite clearly, is the little chap with horns on his head,a long fangs, a long tail and an evil smile (yes, the Devil indeed!) sitting on my naked shoulder with his evil laughter, even trying to poke my stiff nipples with his trident (LOL, he is EVIL, so what else to expect from him!! :) ) While the angel who has been sitting on my other shoulder must have slipped and fallen down unceremoniously when I started shaking my tits and shoulders ! :)
Mozart interrupts..
Swaying my head from shoulder to shoulder, just to make sure no one's there actually, I giggled, as I shook my head to let my hair fall forwards to cover large sections of my tits, enjoying the gentle stir caused by the tip of my hair brushing against the by-now hard nipples as i shook my head gently in-tune. The lovely tune by the Madhuri's song was suddenly contrasted by the cacophony of Mozart and a repeated 'brrrrrrr' ... 'brrrrrr'.. nearby. Confused I looked around, but realizing milliseconds later that it's my cell phone ringing and buzzing from the handbag I had dropped next to me on the floor, before I began my "Performace!". Quickly pulling the pallu back up over my shoulder ( this time not out of shyness but more so, to not trip over while I rushed to handbag). The caller Id said that It was my son's school office! As Reality beckoned, feeling suddenly more exposed, holding the pallu over my chest securely, I ran to the stereo system, grabbed the remote on it and pressed the buttons furiously, trying to stop, as I could not hold a conversation with anyone with music that loud, on.
Instead of pausing or stopping, I managed to press the wrong buttons and Richard Marx came on, the next song, alongside Mozart on my ring tone. 'Whenever I'm weary....', the eternally gifted romantic began his melodious number! Never have I hated Mozart and his piano so heartily, as the phone kept ringing. Cursing my stars, with phone on the left hand, remote on the right hand, I finally managed to pause Richard Marx' song ( another of my all-time favorites) and answered the phone. The friendly voice on the phone said, ' Good afternoon madam, Thank goodness you picked up, I was about to hang up. It's about your son's music class fees madam. It's been pending for this term and the last date was due last week already, hence, calling to check'. Surprised, I responded, 'Oh, that must be a mistake, my husband said he took care of it last week already.I'll check with him and get back to you.' 'Oh I am sure he has madam. Thank you. That will be great if you can. For your info, we also have other type of payment schemes, where you could do monthly payments. That way, you're not exposed like this!' I immediately shouted 'WHAT?!!' (covering my tits over the saree with both hands , pressing the phone closer.) He chuckled and pressed on. 'You're exposed now aren't you madam?' leaving a lengthy pause... as I looked down at myself a bit more uncertain now, pressing my tits/ almost crushing them with my palm and was about to speak, when he allowed the effect of his pause to sink in, added, ' I mean, this type of situation madam, you're exposing yourself to this type of situation by paying only per term.' and chucked again, as he knew his double innuendo had hit the mark this time! The cheap bastard probably has been trying the dirty lines to any woman who picks up the phone and enjoys slightly unsettling them, but this time he never would have realized how "Accurate" he was on his prediction! LOL. He didn't expect me to laugh in response, as my initial irritation, turned into a sigh of relief and then a 'phew- that was all' kind of laughter. As he joined me to laugh, I snapped, 'No thats fine. Check your payments again. we paid already. Goodbye.' Giving him no chance to answer further, I disconnected. 'Idiot' muttering under my breath, turning to the mirror again, turning the remote on, now with a much reduced volume to hear the soothing Mr Marx, I continued from where I left, seeing the outline of my tits behind the thin saree. Mani too sighed in relief as he resumed stroking his tool with his hands in his pocket, as the Song resumed. Earlier, he was holding utterly still squeezing and pinching his thighs with his hands in his pocket, as his eyes dated down to the insane erection and a small wet patch that began forming already through the jock as he saw my back in saree, while I was on the phone. Business resumed for mani too, as Richard Marx's Romantic number resumed :)
Until the Ocean doesn't touch the sand...
As Richard Marx's melody picked up ... 'until the Ocean doesn't touch the sand.... now and forever......', I could imagine the pearly-white background I see in the mirror behind me transform gradually and was replaced by ocean waves touching my feet! I felt myself part of the song, with Richard Marx dressed in his his linen white shirt and beautiful white trousers walking along the sea shore with the waves brushing his feet as he sung. The white background must have been magical :) As the song rolled on and as I imagined the gorgeous beach and Richard Marx with myself in the mirror, I remembered the painting of 'Birth of Venus '- the love goddess' standing on Oyster shell. Thanks to my husband Ravi, a history buff, we saw the picture sometime ago in an art exhibition, thanks to the free tickets from his office. Automatically my fingers typed Venus on my phone and I started browsing the images, eyes glued to the Phone screen, Dropping the Sound system remote next to my hand-bag on the floor and began slowly and sensually pulling out my saree pleats tucked into the petticoat with my eyes on the phone. As I reached around to pull the remaining saree tucked around my waist and back, I slowly spun around, rhythmically swaying my hips!
At the far corner, near the door, Mani gasped! That was the first time he saw my face, which was glowing spectacularly thanks to the illumination from the phone I w as holding close-up! As I was turning to his side, the rest of the saree that loosely hung on my shoulder and my body slipped down too.. and he was greeted with the real world's version of topless venus with most part of her naked tits covered up in her hair, her beautiful, large whirlpool of a concave navel PLAINLY visible about a dozen feet away. The breathtakingly beautiful curvaceous body on display made him gasp and wonder, if this is the same lady who had been talking to someone about her son, moments ago ? 'Now and forever..... I will be,,,,, your maa.... nnn... " cooed Richard Marx, while Real-life Mani nodded and whispered along in agreement, ' Yea...Me too!!... with a body like that...I'll be your man too...' , he whispered, looking at me all over, from head to toe, his eyes resting on my every contour. He took a sharp breath as he spotted a bit of my maroon panties through the gap formed just below the petticoat knot, tied at my left hip. The song was so.. involving with plenty of silent spells in between the verses, that the rustling of my saree as I pulled the tucks and even the sound of my bangles and anklets were clearly audible!!! The whole scene looked 'ANGELIC' to him as I spun around slowly in my petticoat smiling into my phone with my saree, fallen down on the floor in a neatly formed chaotic circle! (Can there be neatness in chaos?! hmm..)
to be continued...
Calm before Storm
As the song finished, I picked up the remote and killed the music. The silence that ensued was deafening. Gripping my phone, just like a zombie holding a knife in the movies, climbed over the unkempt hill in front of me ( the heaped mess of saree on the floor!) to reached the mirror. Shaking my head,pushed my hair back to being my tits in full view as I leaned forward. Squinting my eyes, picturing one of the seductresses from those songs in the movies which we fast-forward typically(!), I pushed my tits against their own reflection on the mirror and immediately let out a loud moan 'sssssssshhaa' as the cold surface of the mirror rubbed against the soft skin and nipples. Pulling back tiny bit, I looked down to see very taut "4 nipples" as I stood leaning forward with the erect nipples just touching the glass surface. 'Ohhh, Hey, there're 4 of them! Not just nipples anymore but quadruples ! time to have my eyes checked', I laughed at my own bad joke. Mani was having a hell of a time suppressing his giggles and erection at the same time! Its humor or erotica - one or the other for him usually- but not at the same time.. It was killing him as he squeezed his dick and balls so hard, painfully to control his state and avoid offloading all over his shorts! (4 nipples... he repeated in tiniest of whispers... smiling .. intently focusing on me, taking in the beautiful view of the love-handles just above my petticoat on both sides, and the outline of the butt crack as my butt cheeks pushed against the petticoat as I stood leaning forward facing away from him!
'mmmm... naughty' , mumbling to myself as the thought just arose within me. I quickly grabbed the dangling mangalsutra and pulled it to my back in order to not obscure the view of my tits. Then , placing the phone right above the boobs so that I could frame all 4 of them in a single shot. Instead of the typical 'Say Cheese' before the photo, I hooted, 'Say Squeeeeeeeze' and pressing my tits against the mirror giggling at my own pun, while clicking multiple snaps of the well-squashed view of the real and the reflected pairs in the same frame. The left hand rested on my hip as it wasn't engaged in any artistic work unlike the right hand that was busily creating epic moments with the phone camera!
Standing back, checking the pictures, I was genuinely impressed and happy with how they turned out. A naughty thought came to my mind as I scrolled through the snaps. 'I wonder if Ravi can recognize who these belong to, if I showed the pictures'. Looking up from the phone, I admired the lovely looking full boobs that were in front me. Securing the phone by tucking it partially into the petticoat, with a naughty smile erupting, bringing my hands upward from my hips, I murmured ' Say Squeeze..... Squeeze.............. Squeeze.... ' as I began squeezing my tits. Sure enough, snaps were taken this time too, but not by me!!!!!!! 'Squeeze... Squeeze... Squeeze' .. , Click ... Click ... Click...
.. As my fingernails began playing with my taut nipples, while I continued to chant 'Squeeze Squeeze Squeeze' in a low guttural moan now, as if its a mantra... yet more furious click ...click... click, from the far corner. Unable to withstand any longer, throwing his morals away, Mani pulled out his phone out and started taking snaps praying heavens almighty for the 'show to go on, uninterrupted, all the way through', holding his phone close to his T shirt, to avoid the bright light giving away his location. His reasonably new smartphone had no problems capturing the horny subject in bright lights in full-focus who appeared to be handling the 'pressure situations' extremely well, as she's keen on squeezing the most out of any given situation :)
Reaching for the hollow, that's not so shallow!
With a sultry glance at my new found best-buddy in the mirror, swaying my hips ever so gently, releasing my tits from the relentless kneading, I slipped my hands down, slowly to the base of my boobs. As they approached upper midriff, biting my lips, slowly turned the hands around, with all the fingers now point downwards ready to dive down. Savoring the prospect of the journey my fingers are about to undertake, the satnav in my brain began calculating the route towards the final destination, as I scanned the luscious highway to heaven. Staring at the soft shapely tummy the deep navel, involuntarily I tucked my tummy in, focusing on the change in contour of my navel, as I did and giggled as I spotted the tiny slit of dark shadow that emerged at the small gap formed between my tucked in tummy and the petticoat. Shaking my right hand index and middle finger I spoke to them, 'In there fellas... do you see that? In there you'll go... We've got a horny horny girl here, don't we??' , as the mono-acting continued, the fingers shook quite happily, eager to get to the delightful pie! :) as I laughed looking at them wiggle. 'You scoundrels, Ah.. with this rate, you guys would push right your way in! In such a rush.. hmm? as I spoke I lowered the hands slowly down and as my right hand index finger's tip touched the top of my navel, I looked up at myself, 'ah but first, there is a pit-stop here!' I said with a little chuckle, taking my time, actually lifting most part of the finger up, so that only the tip of the nail made contact. Gently, very gently as I circled around my navel, I could see that my tits began to heave visibly and the smile on my lips dried up quite quickly. Bit by bit, in concentric circle I slipped the fingernail in, towards the epicenter, and my nonchalant stare also got replaced by a 'f**k me right now!!' look. I was completely transfixed by the beautiful view in the bright spotlight of how sensual I looked as I stood so erotically building a powerful rocking sensation from deep within!!
Mani's beautiful view:
That beautiful view was equally relished by Mani and his Redmi as the unprofessional poor quality phone camera did its best to gobble up the epic in the making, capturing a homely but hyper horny curvaceous bombshell performing intimate stuff! just for him!! The very thought of it made his head spin as he was already reaching giddying heights sweating all over and panting like a dog unable to control his raging emotions. Along with the "performing-doll" few feet ahead of him, he was gyrating his slender frame, not to dance along, but shaking all over in fear as with every passing second, he has been venturing deeper and deeper into the unknown territory. So far, he has been ogling at the models who looked thin, all-business-like and akin to robot when it came to expressing themselves. This is a whole new level of performance and as his eyes took in every possible detail of the naked back , the loose hair, hanging and dangling mangalsutra from behind and the outline of her gorgeous butt cheeks and thighs as she was slowly moving her hips from side to side. 'Who the heck is she? looks like a goddess, definitely not a regular model' he thought swallowing hard, pressing his corporal in stiff-attention inside his trousers. 'Even my mentor, my guru Mohan sir would not have seen such a show!' he thought smugly. As he watched in the mirror, the frontal reflection of the curvaceous seductress slipping her hand down from her tits, he was gearing up too, to slide down his trouser zip to release his corporal a bit.
Caught Redmi-Handed!
Lubricating my finger by thoroughly licking it, I went back to my already wet navel and this time, with no preliminaries, landed straight at the bulls-eye, as i pushed in, I gasped loudly in pleasure as watching me doing myself in, is so so so triple times erotic which has to be felt, rather than be just described in words. Continuing to push the index finger deep inside my navel, the left hand which was slipping down too, had reached the hip, and felt the phone that had been tucked partway into the petticoat. I yanked it out, stretching the left hand all the way out, turning the camera on, decided to take a selfie switched the camera to face me. As I looked up at the camera, getting ready to align it and focus it down towards my body, I spotted something behind me, something that moved! I stared into the phone frozen in fear, yes there definitely is a movement behind me!!!
**** a short update...
Selfie with a Self-Helper!!
My world came crumbling down as longer I stared at the screen, more certain it became to me that what I see at the far corner of the huge hall, close to main entrance lurking in darkness is a thin human figure. The camera lens primed at capturing my topless selfie from my outstretched left hand raised well over my head, was clearly capturing the background too. Observing closely a bit longer, not only was I able to spot a figure, but make out additional details like, the figure was not standing still at all. On contrary, there was a furious, yet rhythmic movement. In fact, it was the movement, that's enabled me to even spot it's presence. At first, it wasn't obvious to me, but then focusing sharply for a bit more, I gasped in shock, as It dawned on me what I've been witnessing! Whoever it was, definitely ought to be a male, has been furiously wanking in the darkness, quite occupied with the business of self-gratification, at my expense!!! Oh my god!! How long has he been there? What kind of show have I been putting up for him? My eyes, now accustomed to the dull imagery in the background can make out some more finer details now. The person who is currently engaged in one of life's key pleasures looked lean and very young, may be still in his teens, even with the poor lighting, his beige shorts stood out.
It's the typical college or a school kid attire- the khakis with more pockets than anyonee could find use for!! But now, it wasn't the million pockets, rather the one functional zipper, was probably appreciated more by him, as the epicenter of all the commotion seem to be coming from around the zipper area!! When I found out that a teenager was looking at my body and jerking off, the immediate reaction was to cover my naked tits, turn around and scream off in rage, but as if super-glued, my right hands remained where they were, the right hand planted firmly on my bare hips just over my petticoat and the left hand stretched out over my head held the camera firmly. After a moment's hesitation, I pressed the click, purposefully zooming it in a bit, composed the shots with my face and naked tits in focus, along with the wanking teenager in the background. As i caught him unaware in his intimate act, an 'I got you' smile comprising of varying proportions of pride, mischief and thrill etched on my face in every snap taken in varying poses, hand-on-hip, hand-cupping tits, hand-squeezing-tits-together and even the last one with hand-tweaking-right-nipple shots!! For sure, each shot captured the varying velocity, animosity and ferocity of my new-admirer in action, who appeared to be almost breathless, in one of the shots! Quickly scanning those clicked shots back, I was in euphoria how nicely they'd turned out to be, as I instantly knew that the horny-meter will shoot up every time I look back at these pictures in future with the "sneaky-sneakerson" busy in the background :)
Reality strikes:
As that freaky stint of my selfie-bravado subsided, the reality sunk in. I stared at him 'in-action', realizing fully that this isn't one of my dreams where I wake up, go brush my teeth and along with it, brush off the thoughts!! The hand holding the phone began trembling, as I figured that my bare back, side view of naked right boob and the nicely-shaped butt cheeks showcased in the white petticoat are his prime objects of fascination. For the next brief seconds I contemplated what to do as I continued to stare at him through the camera, but now with all my crazy fantasies being replaced by firmly rooted as the free hand had resorted to the more normal protective task of covering my nipples, instead of tweaking them :(
With my attention rooted on him through the camera, I was trying to figure out the "locations" where I could've chucked away my clothes, without actually turning around, to avoid facing him topless. Even as it occurred to me that my saree should be laying on the floor, right behind me and while I was raking my brain where I swung my blouse away while indulging in the "ek-do-teen" song experience, I suddenly spotted in the phone camera, some noticeable increase in activity,from where my audience was located!!!
A Stimulated-Statue!
Not wanting to lose control of the situation, took a deep sigh closing my eyes, thinking 'this is it' , as I decided to confront the perpetrator. In a swift move, crossing my hands to cover my heavy tits and erect nipples, I spun around scanning the bright floor, spotting the saree that lay in a heap, a couple of feet away, dashed to scoop it up in a rush to cover the still juggling tits (from my dash to it ). I managed to pull the saree over the shoulders to cover from both sides. Although the intention was to imitate Jackie chan's lightning fast moves to get to the get to the saree from where I stood, it turned out more like Kunfu Panda's - clumsy, yet effective. I hoped that my secret admirer wasn't laughing at me. Once covered up, in growing confidence, I continued to swiftly cover the ground towards my intended target. 'Who the hell is there?!!', I barked angrily, mustering up the loudest possible bark, as I the outline of the diminutive figure, seemingly frozen at the corner of the room, became clearer and clearer. I took big strides, tightly holding the saree over my boobs with one hand and tucking the mobile into my petticoat feeing its edge pushing into the elastic of my panties. 'Step forward I say!!! Who are you??? ' I shouted again, as I reached Mani. Just as my eyes began to adapt to the relative darkness, after stepping out of the brightly lit section of the studio to the corner, I could make out a timid boy blinking at me in total shock. Froze with fear, unable to move, his terrified eyes and gaping mouth displayed "fear" in every possible way. Statues of prominent leaders strike poses that usually involve their arm held high waving or showing a Victory sign or holding something - a pole with a flag. But here, facing me was a frozen statue, holding the smartphone in his outstretched arm (the other hand was holding a different kind of 'pole' beneath that lose T-shirt until a few seconds ago, given the circumstances!! - Quite a leader that the country needs! worthy of a statue!!)
Seeing his reaction, gaining further in confidence, stepping right upto his face and clicked my fingers loudly to elicit some sort of a response as I yelled at him, ''Heyyy!!! I am talking to you!!" , "Hellooo!!". My angry voice boomed across the empty hall and echoed, bringing him back to senses. In a trembling stuttuer, he poured out, 'Madam, sorry madam, my name is mani, i work here.. sorry madam, you were busy when I came here... '. I asked him, 'I was Busy?' although, inside, I was eaten alive in shame, as I knew exactly what he meant. I wasn't going to give in. ' yes.. madam, practicing...' I was surprised at his clever choice of words. He clearly knew what I was up to and his labeling of my horny acts as 'practicing' although made it sound like a respectful deed, when I thought more about it, sounded like 'practicing for what?' and I was annoyed at the hidden implications of what he said. Shifting my gaze to his phone, 'so, you thought it's a wonderful idea to film me *practicing* did you?' . ' No No madam, nothing like that. Filming is Mohan sir's job. I am only his assistant.' he said politely, still trembling a lot. I reached out my hand, 'Give me that stupid phone, I am going to report you to Mohan. I'll tell him that his assistant has been filming me secretly. Give it to me here, you scoundrel!!' As I reached for it, he pulled his hand back impulsively, to try and hang on to his phone. 'Madam sorry madam.. no .. please .. don't tell Mohan sir.. I'll lose my job'. I can see it in his eyes that he was genuinely worried. 'First give me the phone!!' I reached for it again, but he leaned his upper torso back and his outstretched right hand further back, continuing to plead!! We were in a corner of the hall, so not much room for him to step back. As I held y hand, standing on my tip toes, I was at a touching distance of his phone. As he continued to plead, from the corner of my eyes, I was able to see his wide open eyes, really up close and see the detailing of his very thin line of budding budding mustache. 'Come on! hand it in, now!!' I found myself screaming at the boy, as my loosely draped saree brushed lightly against his T-shirt. 'Madam madam.. sorry madam.. please madam.. ', Mani was going on non-stop, but was spellbound at the sudden closeness of me. He was able to feel the light touches of the saree fabric on his body and my loose hair brushed is cheek as i shook my head and screamed for him to hand the phone, pinning him down at the corner. Yes, that's what was happening.. ' Pinning him down!!' As I was leaning forward into him in the ensuing struggle, needless to say, few seconds was all it took, for me to lose balance. Even as I stared into his eyes, as I felt myself falling onto him off-balance, defiant to NOT hold him, I released my right hand that was till then holding my saree (which was pulled around me like a shawl now) and brought it to hold on to the wall right behind his face. It appeared as though he was trapped to the wall by me with my arms locking him from both sides. With my right hand providing the balance needed, I pushed for the phone, edging ever so close, while he fought for ,'his precious', pleading. ' Madam, no.. no please.. if I give it, you will show it to Mohan sir... please madam', while he just realized that now it was MORE than just the saree that began rubbing against his chest!!! He started feeling the pressure of my soft but heavy tits brush and press against his chest intermittently. In the meantime, I had managed to grab his hand and was trying to price open his fingers that held the phone so tightly. He was not trying to push e away, but at the same time he was not ready to hand the phone in too. 'Stop this nonsense!!!!!!!!!! Hand it now!!!!!!!!!!' , as i screamed to him remembering his name that he said, 'Maniiiiiiiiiii let it gooooo!!' as I was determined to snap it from him, since it had my most embarrassing intimate moments recorded, if I am right in guessing. As my focus was very much on the phone, it didn't register to me fully that his face and left cheek was fully pressed against and resting on my naked shoulder while his "FREE" left hand was brushing against my bare hip and the petticoat. His fingers grazed around the gap below the knot, as he raised his voice in top pitch to distract me with some nonsense 'Madaam.... that phone is soo important for me. It's my birth day gift. please let it go!!! ' with me foolishly retorting, 'in which case you'd have used it more wisely than taking pictures that you shouldn;t be taking. Give it now!!', while he casually gave a tug at the petticoat knot, making it look as though its part of the struggle, only loosened it enough that it stayed in place, around me just enough, so his fun could continue. As I struggled with my left hand to get the phone off his right hand ( unfair contest) I began to vaguely feel, something push against my belly and in a few seconds began targeting and pushing into my navel in the ensuing rhythmic struggle!!!!!!!!!!!
Bulls eye!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
As I had been standing in tip toes, threatening and yelling at him to hand his phone over, struggling to peel it off his hand, leaning all over him brushing my naked tits on his chest with just the saree covering it, the frozen leader who had sufficiently thawed now(!!) re-developed the stiff "pole" once again!! :) As he didn't have a chance to pull the zipper of his shorts back, the limp soldier hanging outside the shorts (which was covered from view by his T-shirt) now sprung to action!! As he head been rasing his hand so high above his head, his T-shirt hiked up quite a bit too, leaving the soldier out in the open, all alone in the battleground!! The soldier was met by a worthy adversary indeed!!
As I was pushing onto him, his erect dick started rubbing against my bare lower abdomen and once Mani realized what was happening, all it took was a few careful gyrations amidst his struggles and screams and continued begging to me, his soldier already had the full knowledge about the 'Lay of the Land' and was battle ready! He grew stiffer by the second and ""Sensing"" where the prize is, he began the "target practice" while I continued to unsuccessfully price the phone off his fingers.
[[ Picture this!!!]]
His fully reinvigorated stiff dick easily found my navel as I was leaning on to him, resting myself against the wall with my right hand, battling for his phone with my left hand. With his left cheek brushing against my right hand resting on the wall, looking deep into my eyes he began to gently **screwing my deep navel**. While his 'free' left hand that was already on my hip, discovered my petticoat drawstring, began very gently pulling and loosening, as he gyrated!!.
I battled for the phone standing in tip-toes, stretched to full length, and managed to grab hold of his phone by loosening his grip around it by pinching his thumb and fingers ( classic age-old technique) I saw his face grimace in pain as he gave in to the sharp pain, and began letting go of his grip. "YESS!" yelling triumphantly, enjoying his guttural moan, looking right in his eyes, I loosened his fingers around the phone one by one, but hey, at the same time, I sensed my own petticoat's grip beginning to loosen around my hips. What the heck's happening??? I sensed that "unfamiliar thrust" of something stiff but with a soft-feel, lodged deep inside my navel. The tip of it was poking deep inside me! It wasn't painful by any me means, in fact, rather confusingly, began stirring pleasure waves all over me! At the same time, his left hand tightened the grip on my hip and began squeezing slowly, pulling me forward, closer to him!!!!
I felt my whole body was rhythmically being rocked "back and forth" by his hand on my hip, every time the impact of the '(un)familiar thrust' deepened within. As he pulled me closer, clearly,
I screamed aloud utterly confused, as it slowly began to materialize to me, what's just happening even as he pulled out and thrust himself deeper yet again, with the "unknown object" pushing right back deep into my navel yet again! Somewhere during the last few moments of a tussle for the phone, the timid teen mani had transformed into a more certain, confident youngster - thanks to the events that unfolded around him! As he used some force to pull me closer to him, I felt the petticoat loosen around me, further and a small smile had replaced the pain from his face now!!!
"HEYY.... STOP that!", I squealed, my left hand with the phone now (which had suddenly become very irrelevant) and the right hand on the wall, pulled back, landed straight on his cheek - as I slapped him real HARD, yelling "Rascal!!!!!" But as I pulled away from him, the petticoat had loosened further down and is now precariously hanging around my hip, thanks to my hourglass figure, which was providing it with a temporary gravity defiance.
The slapping had the intended effect, as he released me immediately, coming back to his senses. As I recoiled from him, stepping back, allowing him to massage his reddening cheek, clutching my loosened petticoat, pulling it back up, readjusting the saree that thankfully still covered my otherwise naked tits, I quickly turned away from him to walk a few steps away into the swathes of darkness in the studio to get 'decent' again. As I was swivelling around from him, alongside his stunned and dazed expression and building up of 'panic' within mani, what also stood out in haze was the red tipped tool, that still hung out pointing to the ceiling outside of his T-shirt. Made me pause a wee-bit longer to squint at it, before turning away from him and walk back with 2 phones, on one hand (mine and his) a loose petticoat on the other and a saree that faithfully played the part of dhupatta. Avoiding the centre of the studio hall that was ablaze in light, I approached the office room corner, where the music system was. It was quite dark there. Placing the phones on the table, I quickly secured the petticoat, when I heard mani's footsteps next to the giant full-length mirror ( where I stood on the other side of it.. in the darkened space). I heard him start off softly - "sorry madam, so sorry", - I yelled at him aloud - "Go back to where you were, aren't you ashamed of what you did just now? Rascal". Even as I yelled at him I found his hand sticking out from the edge of the mirror. Before I could burst out and shout at him, I saw at the tip of it, dangling freely was my blouse, my own blouse, that I was unable to find when I approached mani earlier, in a rush. "Madam it was on the floor.", he said it in a whisper as I watched his hand, in awkward embarrassment, nevertheless relieved too, I grabbed it quickly from his hand. "Thanks, now go back, allow me to get dressed". "Ok madam", I heard his footsteps fade in distance, and pulling out the saree, momentarily topless, looking around gingerly, expecting him to pounce on me any minute, I draped the saree very urgently, cursing myself for chucking the bra away so carelessly, i put on the blouse and pulled the pallu up and came back up..
Seeing me he came running again, continuing his sorries, from where he left, in a hope to get his phone back.
I sat on the office chair comfortably as he stood aside... I told him, "not before I get to see what you've recorded here and then delete it. come on tell me the code. NOWWW" as I yelled, he blurted out the passcode to open his phone, shaking all over, "sorry madam, please don't tell Mohan sir", he seemed genuinely worried, for a boy of his age, just turning major, eagerness to try manly stuff, seemingly had backfired and he is shaking in fear as I opened the images and videos section.
Not knowing what to expect, I was actually stunned to see my own backless pictures of me dancing in saree in front of the mirror. It was 'sensational'. I stared at the snaps for what seemed like an eternity not realizing my audience who had quietly moved to my shoulder now and peeking at the snaps too, as I scrolled on slowly. When I stopped at the particular somewhat hazy close up of me in just the petticoat and one of my tits clearly seen in the mirror reflection, next to which I am seated now, I stopped and stared at it. I heard an unmistakable sharp gasp. I found mani crouching forward to get a better view. I banged on his shoulder with the hard phone of his, realizing that he has been getting a generous eyeful of my naked tits and wanted another look. "Stay back you idiot!" I shouted in a shameful voice, as he giggled for the first time, and said, "you looked beautiful madam". "SHUT UPPP..." I yelled and hurriedly erased all the snaps of me from the phone. When I came to the photo that I was just staring, not having the mind to delete it, I sent it from his phone to mine, before erasing from everywhere. "OK, here is it, take your phone". As I was about to give him, I saw other albums in the phone and out of curiosity, I opened one as he rushed back to grab his phone. I shouted "what the hell is this?" seeing several pictures of different models in the studio, all in "INTERESTING" situations while changing or caught off-guard moments. "What are these?? I am sure, these are......"
"Madam, madam, please please... sorry ...", he began pleading. "Now this I can definitely report to Mohan," I said laughing, feeling like I had a good leverage on him, as in the back of my mind I was worried how he might take it forward, seeing me in that sort of intimate act earlier.
As I was talking to him, holding his phone, in my hand, it began ringing, and the call was from Mohan. I let it ring and turned the phone to show Mani who it was from. "Madam please madam", he started sobbing as he dropped flat on to my feet, holding them he whispered please madam, nodding a 'no, don't tell' sort of gesture, as I attended the call in speaker.
"Hey Mohan, what is taking you so long? I thought you should be here by now?". Hearing my answer, Mohan was confused a bit. "Hey dear, what are you doing answering mani's phone.? where is he?"
"He is here nearby, he is cleaning and getting the place ready" ( i said seeing mani standing up ) "was he helping you get prepared and all?" Mohan asked. "Oh don' worry, he's a sweet kid" (seeing Mani smile and mouthed a thank you silently' and took over) "Nooo... you're the first person to call that lazy rascal sweet!!" he responded. Mani shrilled happily, "Mohan sir, I can hear you too. Madam attended the call in speaker mode". "Why is your phone not with you Mani?" asked Mohan again, a bit suspiciously. Mani answered with a chuckle, "it's a long story Mohan sir" and was met with a threatening glare from me, as he bit his tongue. "Nothing Mohan, your apprentice here, was trying his hand at photography and wanted to try taking a few snaps of me. I was practising my posing skills too, we were just killing time". "Oh really, I would love to see his work," said Mohan enthusiastically. "Oh don't worry, we just reviewed his handiwork and decided they were not up to the mark and deleted them," i said smiling dousing his enthusiasm. "Ok listen Chithra, don't forget, be ready when we are there. Kiran is getting delayed at getting the new shipment for modelling wear, but we will be due within the next hour. shower and be ready if you haven't done so. Mani, help her out, it's her first time modelling ok?", "Don't worry Mohan sir, we'll be ready" he chimed in, as I disconnected the phone.
"Thank you, madam, for not telling on me. Mohan sir has a very bad temperament. I will lose the job surely if he finds out about these pictures and I am really sorry about earlier. but you are very beautiful, madam, the most "real" looking model we've had here, I think", he added sincerely as he walked away, this time, not even bothered to ask for his phone. "Madam, I'll turn the lights and the geyser on. Mohan sir mentioned about the shower, it takes 10 minutes at least for the water to heat. I need to vacuum and clean the place in the meantime". He said smiling, returning to almost normal person. walking away not waiting for my response.
..... it continues... albeit slowly....
Nice going. Pls continue.
ReplyDeleteAwsome! New update after 5 years. Rock on chithra
ReplyDeleteCan't wait next update plz!!!
ReplyDeleteWhen will be the next update?
ReplyDeleteGlad you are back Chithra. Kindly give longer updates if you can. Thanks.
ReplyDeleteUpdate plz
ReplyDeleteSuperrrr
ReplyDeleteI love it when peeping tom character enters the scene. Now, how will Chithra react when she realizes someone is 'enjoying the show'?
ReplyDeleteNow the story is gaining steam again. Welcome back Chithra
ReplyDeleteGlad you are still around.
Savita Bhabhi can't hold a candle to Chithra Bhabhi. Chithra is the epitome of south Indian sexiness. Your beautiful narratives and comparisons to Indian movies simply accentuates the story even more. Your storylines really captures our imagination. Thanks for reviving up this story back to life again.
ReplyDeleteReading your story now is flooding my mind with happiness and beautiful memories of the past. I remember 5 years ago, reading your story really made me happy (and extremely horny ;) ). I really can't thank you enough for coming back for your fans. You are simply the best.
ReplyDeleteGod I feel so horney thinking about Chithra swaying her hips side to side with her fleshy hips exposed according to the rhythm of the music. Really sexy.
ReplyDeleteNice going till now. What's next? Is Mani going to get a slice of chithra's...erm...pie? ;D
ReplyDeleteIt took around 5 years to start part 2!!?? Wow, that's quite a wait. The story is of to an interesting start. Can't wait to see how the story unfolds.
ReplyDeleteGaaawd I wish I could enjoy the show like Mani! I practically carrying a boner now everytime I think about Chithra. Even her name gives me a boner!
ReplyDeleteAhhh...weekend is coming soon. I could finally sit down and relax and ready favourite story ever.... Will we get a longer update before this weekend :)? I hope you won't disappoint us ;)
ReplyDeleteSexy
ReplyDeleteShe has already turned into bit of a slut. She never acted like this before when she was alone at home. But once Mohan has had his way with her, she has already started acting like a slut. I wonder what else will Chithra end up doing....
ReplyDeleteNice comeback
ReplyDeleteThe first story I read in your blog was the ladies tailor back on 2011. Since then I had bookmarked this page. But for so long I never paid attention to this blog again since, sadly, there were no more updates after dress rehearsal. Today, I just wanted to simply re-read those stories again, and I was seriously shocked to see dress rehearsal part 2. I am so frikkin' elated and I have never felt like this my whole life! It's like the return of the prodigal son, or like finding a 500 rupees note in your pocket. Now, I will be visiting this page EVERYDAY for the rest of my life. This story had to be continued. I guess you could say it's destiny.
ReplyDeleteHats off to you Chithra! Let your best work keep coming up.
From Morgan Freeman to Madhuri Dixit, to a sex godess.
ReplyDeletePretty soon she will be transformed to a sex machine xD
ReplyDeletewould you want that? that will end the story soon though.
DeleteNooooo...I don't want this story to ever get over. I like the way you have narrated it till now. The best part of porn is always the part that leads to sex , not the sex itself. And the way you narrate the events that leads to it in your previous stories is simply beautiful.
DeleteOk...the only way to read this story comfortably is by unzipping my pants...it's the only way from preventing it to ripping a hole through my pants.
ReplyDeleteSometimes, the only way to unleash your sexuality is by surrendering to the dark side. Only then can you become truly sexy.
ReplyDeleteThe slow transformation of chithra's behaviour is ten times more erotic than watching a regular porn. This blog is the only source of quenching my fanatacies about Indian aunties. Thank the heavens for Chithra chechi.
ReplyDeleteExcellent story direction. Making Chithra pay heed to her naughty side. It's nice you include Chithra thoughts and how she justifies the decision she makes. Hopefully, she will go through the 'slippery slope of no return's, just like Mohan had said to Govindon.
ReplyDeletePerhaps you should mention Mani as a dark skinned character. His dark skin and chithra's milk color skin adds another shade of eroticism into the story. I am sure most men enjoy interracial storylines.
ReplyDeleteThe story is getting spicier and delicious. Yum. My.
ReplyDeleteWhat's going to happen next?
ReplyDeletePleased to see you are back with a bang Chithra.
ReplyDeleteRefreshing...no update...Refreshing...no update...Refreshing...no update...Refreshing...no update...Refreshing...no update...Refreshing...no update...Refreshing...no update...Refreshing...no update...Refreshing...no update...Refreshing...no update...
ReplyDeleteUpdate plz
ReplyDeleteOnly if this story can be transformed into a movie.... Its high time India directs well directed porn with woman wearing sarees. It would be amazing...
ReplyDeletePlease update Chechi...
ReplyDeleteCan't wait for the update!!!
ReplyDeleteWith the angel on her shoulder thrown off to oblivion, to what depth will Chithra go to liberate herself with the help of the devil? Can't wait to find out....
ReplyDeleteLOL ... any thoughts/ideas to aid the devil in his works?
DeleteHaha...sooner or later Chithra will find out about Mani watching her from a dark corner. If I was the devil, I would encourage Chithra to exhibit more. That would really make her naughty, exposing more of her curvacious body to a stranger, who still thinks he hasn't been detected yet.
DeleteWhat is it that you plan to do with her ;)?
Happy to be part of your journey. Really excited to see you are writing again. This might be a dumb question, but, is writing your full time job? Perhaps you are a writer by profession and this blog is your hobby? Or maybe you are practicing as a writer?
ReplyDeleteThe way you write is quite unique. You see, it's not just the erotic content, but the way you write that is being admired by everyone.
Thanks for the kind words. I'm not a writer :)
DeleteNice! Such a sensual and beautiful element to a highly erotic story. In the actual 'the birth of Venus' painting, she is really beautiful. I can understand why Chithra is mesmerised by that particular painting. That painting coupled with a highly romantic music is definitely weakening chithra's defenses and augmenting her sensuality.
ReplyDeleteYou have been.mentioning about Venus in other stories too. What's your personal connection with this painting? I just simply would like to know :)?
Thanks :) Astute observation there! No personal connection with Venus, but it's a superlative that I could connect with quite readily. (The story behind the birth of Venus is not so erotic though and she is of questionable values when put in pedestal in today's society! LOL but hey, so was Drowpati )
DeleteI have never heard about the birth of Venus painting. Today, I was keenly observing that painting ( on my phone)
ReplyDeletewhile listening to Richard Marx music. I have to say, I really understand how Chithra feels. The soothing music with the beauty of the painting..it's simply mesmerising. Venus is really beautiful. So is Chithra.
Thanks!!
DeleteGetting interesting!
ReplyDeleteSo Chithra, just wondering, why the long break before writing dress rehearsal part 2? And most importantly, what made you come back :)?
ReplyDeleteN.I.C.E
ReplyDeleteCan there be a neatness in chaos?? Hmmm, now that's an interesting question. What would you say chithra?
ReplyDeleteHappy to be reading this again! I thought this was as good as dead. Happy to happy to see this story is being written again.
ReplyDeleteDress rehearsal has to be the best erotic story ever. The second best is another story called 'Guruji Ka treatment'. Sadly, that story has been left incomplete. Have you read it Chithra? I am sure you would love it!
ReplyDeleteHi Chitra, Thank you for being so bold. Your stories have taken me to different levels of romance and understanding girl's desire. We all are here to respect, enjoy and love each other without being judgemental. Our personality has sensual aspects which you bring out so flawlessly. Thanks and respect your thoughts and ideas!
ReplyDeleteWhere do you get your ideas or inspiration to write stories? Sometimes when I read them, I get the feeling that these incidents actually are real sometimes. Or maybe you are just too damn good at describing every minute details :)
ReplyDeleteThanks chitra for mentioning this great song in the story. I can't stop listening to it ever since reading your update!
ReplyDeleteIs it a sin to read such a beautiful story during good Friday :p??
ReplyDeleteI am happy to see this novel back again. The plot is getting hotter. In the previous story Mohan had to go to great lengths to strip Chithra. Here, she has voluntarily striped half of her clothes (ofcourse, she thinks nobody is there to see her naked). I guess Chithra has been slutified already. I am patiently waiting to see how the plot will unravel soon. Take your time Chithra! ( Not with the updates, but with stripping Chithra completely and getting her ready to be.... You know the rest ;) ).
ReplyDeleteWhen will be the next update madam?
ReplyDeleteShow your love to the fans by giving us a loooooooooooong update hon. B)
ReplyDeleteDamn I feel so thristy for a hot and juicy update!
ReplyDeleteNo updates yet :'(
ReplyDeleteMy thumb hurts from refreshing this page, waiting for an update !
ReplyDeleteThanks for continuing this journey again. I have no doubt this will be greater than its first part. Good luck and can't wait to see how the sorry unfolds
ReplyDeleteThis is such an amazing story! So erotic and yet so sensual. Beautiful narrating style. I like how the story takes its time to progress. The feelings of Chithra is so beautifully explored. Never have I read any erotic story as wonderful as this. Keep writing more Chithra and kudos to you for having such a wonderful fanbase.
ReplyDeletethanks for the kind words!
DeleteWhere is d shy demure chithra dis is loosin my interest
DeleteYou can't expect her to be shy even when there is no one around! :) portrayed here is just another dimension when she's alone.
DeleteI have a neighbour who I secretly fantasies about. When I read all of chithra's stories, I imagine my neighbour as Chithra because she kind of fits the character. She is fair and slightly voluptuous. She even wears a diamond nose ring which adds a south Indian sexiness to her beautiful face, along with curly black hair. She always wears a saree while she is at home and, if lucky, you could get a grand view of her deep and sexy navel (of I spy on her long enough without taking my eyes of her midriff. I have lost count of the nights where I have fulfilled my desires thinking only about her... Thank you Chithra for writing such amazing stories. Currently, I think of myself a Mani and I am waiting to read the next update anxiously. (Need to relieve my pent up sexual feelings with my beautiful neighbour!)
ReplyDeleteI see the title calm before the storm, but no update yet :s.
ReplyDeleteIt's a short update though :(... Could you write somemore pls? The story seems to be stagnant till here. We need something exciting to take place here between Mani and Chithra, or atleast something that would lead to it.
ReplyDeleteCan't believe Chithra has already turned into a slut!
ReplyDeleteI agree with you. Sometimes people over react for no reason. I really like how the story is going. Can't wait for the next update.
ReplyDeleteThe only thing disappointing with this story is that it's not getting updated enough! The story is simply too good to be slowly updated!
ReplyDeleteI wouldn't change a thing about this story.
ReplyDeleteReading this story helps me understand more about the perspective of woman. Woman do have desires and perhaps when they are alone, they fantasize. It's good that such situations are explored thoroughly here and we need to understand more about what a woman craves, her deep feelings etc. I am happy with the how the current flow of the plot. Keep it coming Chithra.
ReplyDeleteYou keep doing what you think best Chithra. As long it's written by you and not by anyone else, I am sure it will be just perfect.
ReplyDeleteIs this Chitira
ReplyDeleteAll the stories you have written so far has been flawless. I have no doubt this story won't be any different. We appreciate the time and effort you take to entertain is chithra. Thanks for being their for us fans and making our fantacies readable through this blog.
ReplyDeleteWow, you seemed to have attracted lots of new fans to your blog Chithra. How does it feel to have all these fans waiting for your stories?? Does it encourage you to write more?
ReplyDeleteIs she going to flash her blemishless ass cheeks to Mani? Uufff...can't wait to read more
ReplyDeleteHey Chithra, how is it going?
ReplyDeleteThis story is coming out very well. There is no need to make any changes here. Keep writing more though ;)
ReplyDeleteDo you think chithra would be open to get her salad tossed? And perhaps, she woudnt mind returning the favour. .. i think that would incredibly bold of her, where she is open to anything. .
ReplyDeleteThat sounds really really dirty...in a good way ;). Do you think Chithra would be that open minded? We just have to wait and see.
DeleteKindly do a long update soon pls...something that would help the story catapult forward to something 'sexciting'.
ReplyDeleteServe us a hot steaming update ma'am :) Avant wait to read what's next.
ReplyDeleteOh pls plss plsssss update =[
ReplyDeleteAn update would really cheer up my Monday blues... =/
ReplyDeleteWhat's going to happen next?????????????????
ReplyDeletePls don't torture us with no updates :'(
ReplyDeleteKindly update soon pls
ReplyDeleteI think you should keep leaving author'' notes Chithra. I think it's a good way to communicate with your fans... Let the comments section be active! Just let us know what you think and would us fans like to know too.
ReplyDeleteI think you should keep leaving author'' notes Chithra. I think it's a good way to communicate with your fans... Let the comments section be active! Just let us know what you think and would us fans like to know too.
ReplyDeletewill do!.. thanks for the feedback
DeleteHey chithra, I know you like teasing us, like chithra teasing Ravi on the phone while Raman tries to strip her on 'The new job' ;)
ReplyDeleteWe are under your spell, loooonging for your stories, we are totally under your command, we have submitted ourselves to you so that we could inhale your sexiness through your stories....
(In simple English, we are waiting for your updates xD!!!)
Where's my update naughty Chithra ;)? U have been a baaad girl, I think your fleshy ass cheeks need a good spanking. Would be a sight to behold to see your ass wobbling.
ReplyDeleteWhen will Mohan and Karan get to fondle Chithra?
ReplyDeleteWe waited for 5 years. I think we can wait a week more for an update. Keep it coming Chithra madam
ReplyDeleteWe are eagerly waiting!
ReplyDeleteChithra madam where are you missing you so much need new story soon
ReplyDeleteHey, so what's the news? Will you update the story soon?? Please do! It's sad to see the story stalled again.
ReplyDeleteNow what is naughty chithra Chechi up to ???? I am dying to read what's going to happen next. Coming, don't prolong our sufferings! Give us a taste of what's coming next ;)
ReplyDeletecmoooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnnn its weekend already :(
ReplyDeletePhew, you are back ! Now it's get exciting! Now how will Chithra react once she realises Mani was watching her ?
ReplyDeleteGood update! I love it when you add the 'Navel' element to the story. keep going
ReplyDeleteNow there's a good suspense that I like! I am fesperadespa waiting for more.........
ReplyDeleteI think Chithra would be proud of herself, someone is jerking off right in front of her presence. Well, behind actually :D
ReplyDeleteIs it possible you could show us those naughty selfies you took?? ;)
ReplyDeleteLOL !! Nice try :)
DeleteNo harm in trying :D
DeleteWow, she is indirectly aiding Mani in kerking off! That has got me so hard right now... if reading this gets me aroused, imagine Mani who is watching it live!
ReplyDeleteI think Mr sneaky sneakerson will find other clever ways to raise up chithra's horney meter other than through her selfie ;)
ReplyDeleteHahaa ! lovely :) He's going to feign innocence and charm overload to try and get into her good books, given he is caught with his pants down literally! Lets see .. any alternate interesting approaches you'll want to see ?
DeleteNow that's something to look forward to!
DeleteWhatever direction you would like this story to go, I am sure I will definitely enjoy it. Although, It might be interesting to see, perhaps Chithra might not confront Mani and Mani is completely unaware about chithra's knowledge of his lewd act. What might happen next??
Now when will Mohan return? It seems like an eternity since he left!
ReplyDeletepatience grasshopper!! :) He's been delayed a bit on his trip with Karan to collect the garments for the shoot
ReplyDeleteLol xD but the story is moving at a snails's pace! I am eager to find out what's coming next!
Delete-juan
No updates yet :(
ReplyDeleteChithra has gotten a lot bolder now! I like where this is going. Now, is she going to confront Mani? That would be interesting for sure.
ReplyDeleteHi!
ReplyDeleteI think it's time to update the profile pic...how about a sexy pic of just your navel ;)? It would be a treat for all of us loyal fans =)
Lol that last part was hilarious xD! Increase in activity.... That cracked me up ! Can't wait where it will end up now.
ReplyDeleteThanks! let me know what you think of this part? :)
Delete5 years wait? :O
ReplyDeleteI like older stories like ladies tailor, and bus encounter. this story was not much entertaining.
ReplyDeleteIts a shame you didn't like this one..
DeleteHey sexy lady, I like your flow
ReplyDeleteYour body's bangin', out of control
You put it on me (that's right) ceiling to floor
Only you can make me, scream and beg for more......
I was listening to the song 'hey sexy lady' and you immediately popped into my mind sexy lady ;)
When do we get to hear from you again?
Wowww!!!! That was lovely :D Thanks!
DeleteWow I am literally sweating after reading this! Never has it been this hotter. I'm so thirsty, to read more.
ReplyDeleteNice!!! :)
DeleteHey, when is this getting updated????
ReplyDeleteC'mon Chithra, what's your next move?
ReplyDeleteI am dying to read the part where Chithra gets exploited at the hands of multiple men. Maybe at the same time ;) get us there soon Chithra darling!
ReplyDeleteWould happen at some point, I suppose :)
DeleteIt's almost a week and no progress yet
ReplyDeleteCmoooooon locate your cloths already!
ReplyDeleteIts located... and see what happened now?!! :)
DeleteI got tremendous respect for you Chithra. It's obvious you are a really busy person. You have to find balance between your personal life and this secret alter ego. I appreciate the time and energy you take to keep us entertained. You really don't have to. But you do it for us fans.
ReplyDeleteI have faith that you will complete what you started , no matter how long it takes. So, thank you.
Thanks a lot, for the kind words and the understanding! To be able to connect at this level, means something to me...
DeleteGood to know you are still around. I was worried you might stop writing again!
ReplyDeleteNow we have gained some momentum! The end was haaaaaawwwttttttttttt!
ReplyDeleteNow that's what we wanted! Finally there is action going on. Mani really hit the jackpot this time!
ReplyDeleteI almost jizzed reading the last part. Really hot update Chithra. Now the story is moving in an interesting direction.
ReplyDeleteLol this has a bit of humour! It's a typical way an indian teenager reacts when he gets caught with something, blabbering a lot of poorly made excuses.
ReplyDelete'yes madam, practising' xD lol I had to control my laughter
) LoL... picture him struggling to get off me, yet working his way to "get off" me :)
DeleteNow that feels like a return to the past. Pure, unadulterated, eroticism. I am loving it.
ReplyDeleteIf I have to give a tagline to you Chithra, it would be
'Dick hardenin' good' :p
Now for the first this story is gaining steam.... Nice going. I wonder how will Mani excuse his way out of screwing her treasure pot?
ReplyDeleteprobably not... that will be too much too soon and rather anti-climax to the build up
DeletePast few times this story felt like it was going nowhere. It felt like it lacked flavour. Now, I feel the story is getting packed with some masala :D I am praying this story gets spicier and spicier.
ReplyDeleteLol Mani can't help himself, can he? A semi naked beautiful dame, so close to him. No one would let go of this opportunity. If it was me....., I will hold on to that phone with my life :p
ReplyDeleteI would do anything to be in Mani's position now.
ReplyDeleteIt would be funny if Mani 'came' on that very position.
ReplyDeleteLoL funny yet, 'realistic' and true to the situation :) that was one of the possibilities I thought of actually...
DeleteLol! That's what we all are wishing to happen! Oh man, now how will Chithra react to that?
DeleteHow do you reckon she ought to?
DeleteI don't know! You got to show us :D
DeleteBeautiful narration!
ReplyDeleteThank you!!
DeleteAh! Chithra finding herself in a compromising position, again. Now that's dress rehearsal type story! I'm loving this!
ReplyDeletewhat do you mean, 'again' ? LOL
DeleteWeekend just got better! Thanks Chithra!
ReplyDeleteI like where this is going. I don't like how slow it's going though....
ReplyDeleteI wish your story could be converted to some kind of a movie.
ReplyDeleteyea.. would be really nice!! :)
DeleteThat's interesting...among all the Indian actresses in the Indian movie industry (dead or alive), who do you think can act your character :)??? I'm curious !
DeleteI prefer not to be dragged into this.. what do you think?
DeleteHonestly I wish it would be you ;)
DeleteI have read the 'picture this scene's part hundreds of times, and everytime I get a boner! I am aching to read what's going to transpire next.
ReplyDeleteI am drooling over my phone, imagining me as Mani, hitting chithra's bullseye!
ReplyDeleteI have no doubt that whatever comes next during next update would be AWSOME!!!! CANT WAIT CHITHRA!!!!
ReplyDeleteMore please!
ReplyDeleteNow the story has regained it's very essence.
ReplyDeleteLoving your interaction here Chithra. Makes us feel closer to you =]
ReplyDeleteLucky Mani, I hope chithra never snatches that fone from him :D
ReplyDeleteWeekends coming again! Yippeeeeee, can't wait to read the next update!
ReplyDeleteLet's move to next part Chithra. What's going to happen next?
ReplyDeleteLooking forward to next part
ReplyDeleteI am aching to know what's going to transpire next Chithra. Pls give us a longer update this time!
ReplyDeleteI'm soooooooooooooooooo eager to know what's coming next for Chithra!!!!!!!! Plzzz plzzz plzzz plzzz update soon!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteNice going. Show more soon please.
ReplyDeleteWhere do you get ideas for these amazing contents?
ReplyDeleteWaiting for the sweet stuffs Chithra.... I know it's going to be awsome
ReplyDeleteThanks for the info Chithra. Really appreciate your time and effort
ReplyDeleteLovely
ReplyDeleteThanks Chithra for doing this for us!
ReplyDeleteThis is like KLPD ='(
ReplyDeleteGod your stories are like drugs. I can't get enough of it. If I don't get a dose, I go crazy!!!!! Give us a dose soon my woman of my dreams! My sweet drug! Mwah mwah mwah
ReplyDeleteMissing you and your updates terribly :(
ReplyDeleteNeed. More. Longer. Updates.soon!
ReplyDeleteGood stuffs always comes slow.
ReplyDeletePls update today.
ReplyDeletePlease God, let there be an update today.........
ReplyDeleteO mi Darlin'! Where art thou?
ReplyDeletePls dont stop talking to us!
ReplyDeleteI have never seen or read anything like the last part written here. Incredible imagination! No matter many people here are so desperate to read more. No doubt, whatever comes next would simply leave Chithra speechless xD
ReplyDeletewhatever happens, Please dont leave this amazing story incomplete!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
ReplyDeleteMadam, When I am sure it’s going to be truly exhilarating to find how your bodily charm will slowly be exposed for all those men in that studio, may I suggest few pointers to be part of the upcoming updates?
ReplyDeleteI must say my comments are here as desires of a passionate man, do apologise in advance I case any of these would offend you.
I feel when you always give adequate attention about your bosoms in your writing, another part of you doesn’t get even a fraction of the ‘exposure’ in your writing that it deserves.
Yes, I am talking about your gorgeous derrière that should be brought in the forefront of the sensuality in this story.
As a mature married Indian woman (more so specifically as a South-Indian lady), your one of the primal appeal to any men will be those gorgeous fleshy buttocks of yours.
I would request you to capture that appeal in the future updates through exposure of those smooth shapely buttocks to those men. Nothing will be more sensual and borderline to raunchyness than when a married lady like you will have to stand there with completely exposed derrière in photoshoot set. You will be posing to be shot from multiple angles with nothing but may be a string of a thong disappearing in the crack between your ass cheeks as an excuse of ‘coverage’.
Again, I am expressing this as nothing but a deepest desire of a passionate man, not to cause any personal offence to you.
Did anyone say how amazing you are :)?
ReplyDeleteWe have missed you :'( don't you miss us Chithra?
ReplyDeletePleased to find out dress rehearsal has been continued again. I was disappointed when there were no more updates for past few years. This story is a bit slow though....but getting interesting for sure.
ReplyDeleteI wonder what Mohan has in store for Chithra. The addition of Mani is really exciting too,.especially when he is now engaged in such a compromising situation with chithra now...
It's almost been a month....kindly give us some update....
ReplyDelete