The Promotion - Chapter 15

 The Promotion

Chapter 15 

As I sat there in my nighty still, after the shower, staring at the phone, after I’d responded to Priya - It abruptly started ringing making me jump. It was my husband, who had called to ask me to get a calculator and Maths Tuition books for his neighbour’s son Ajay, who is in 10th standard now. I nodded happily, as myself was intending to get something for the boy. I’d known him ever since I got married, ever since Ajay was much younger. He has always been bubbly, chatty and affectionate around me, always eager to please me by telling tall tales about what happened in his school or some silly jokes to make me laugh! ‘Sure thing, I will get them for our Ajay!’ replied to my husband cheerfully. As before, he thanked me and abruptly excused himself to serve some new customer at the shop.

Gotten used to my husband’s social skills by now, I shrugged it off and stood up, got back into the bedroom, dumped the nighty and carefully draped myself into a gorgeous red-rose patten printed beige coloured light weight Chiffon saree! It was a gift from my in-laws. I was avoiding the saree before, as even though the floral patterns masked it well, the beige background was somewhat transparent to my liking really even though I loved its colour as it contrasted so well against my fair skin especially.

Today I was determined to wear it on feeling so good about myself after the afternoon session. I purposefully tied the saree a generous couple of inches below the navel as I tucked the pleats in the white petticoat, winking at myself in the mirror - feeling liberated as I saw my own bare midriff, whistling in a low voice!

As I combed my hair pressing it down properly applying generous amount of coconut coil, and while applying the oil and massaging my scalp thoroughly, my thoughts “inevitably” drifted down to how a different kind of Oil was so generously being applied by Priya’s naughty pair of hands compared to my own ‘boring’ hands and the very thought was enough to set me off again!!

As I wore the hair-clip to the freshly tied hair with both hands over my head and behind me, my eyes darted down at the pallu which gave way, exposing the deep Navel in its Full-glory. I stared at the view in the mirror, wondering how things have so drastically changed ALL IN UNDER A WEEK in my life!!! I suddenly became so bold! Willingly and even excitedly, wear the saree low-hip! Daring to venture out and about like this!! My goodness! whatever has happened to me?!!

I picked up the handbag and grabbed the light cardigan and carelessly shoved it around my shoulders and picked up my light travel bag and stepped out locking the house, pushing the sunglasses back on, I stepped down the stairs and called the Auto. The Look from the Auto driver said it ALL!!! He was nodding like a zombie when I gave him the destination and sat inside, his eyes hardly ever drifted back up to see my face. As I sat ,a part of me felt excited at the kind of attention I got, but I also felt , may be I am overdoing this! I shrugged that thought away and busied myself with other things as the Auto flew towards the mall and reached in no time at all. The Auto driver showed all 32 of his teeth and nodded at me as I paid him off.

As I entered the mall, I felt I blended in better as it was quite crowded and people were largely minding their business. I soon felt used to the ‘odd’ sensation and felt a little less self conscious. With still a few hours to kill, I roamed around the mall, subtly noticing the gawks and stares I regularly got as I moved from shop to shop, went up and down the escalator. A small part of me felt slutty, going around dressed like this - then I hurriedly corrected myself, that I am not doing anything indecent, everything is properly covered etc. to make myself better. Just to make my good-conscience rest east, I wore the cardigan over, but hadn’t buttoned it up.

Finally after killing time at the ice cream parlour and swiftly finishing the shopping for Ajay with still 3 more hours to kill, remembered the cozy Pub nearby, just outside the mall. Been there once before, on-duty, as the owner had called the police to settle some brawl that was getting out of hand. But liked the ambiance of the place by then. Felt like killing time today, so walked the half a kilometre swiftly and as I stepped in, my attire drew queer glances at first, but the lot were. too busy watching some IPL game going on and the noise was deafening. Weirdly it was just what i needed by then, to get lost amongst some crowd and yet not be part of it.

I ordered a glass of wine and completely ignored the IPL that was going on. The younger generation were enjoying the game at full flow making very loud noise cheering for some nonsense game which I absolutely had no interest in. Soon I switched my attention to my phone and ordered for another glass of wine as the first one slipped in quite quickly. One of the youngsters, watching the game slipped back to my couch with a bottle of Heineken and with a shock of hair unkempt and some ugly loose shirt and horribly dressed trousers which in his age group probably screamed as fashion statement of sorts.

He came and sat in the couch next to mine and said a casual ‘HAI Aunty’ (seeing the way I neatly combed my hair and dressed in saree etc..) Are you lost ? what are you doing here Aunty?’ I already began hating him. Completely ignoring him, I carried on doing what I was doing in my phone. ‘The name is Shane. What’s your name? It’s too noisy here babes! Can we go someplace else quieter?’ Surprised how quickly I graduated from Aunty to Babes I looked up at him putting my phone down. ‘Shane, I will not repeat this again. Just 2 words. FUCK OFF. ’ and as his eyes grew wider in a mix of fear and rage, using his confusion, I quickly grabbed his T shirt and pulled him closer. ‘If you want to spend the rest of tonight in a station cell, continue sitting here. If not, as quietly as you came here, slip away. You’re talking to a lady cop. A police inspector, get that?’ I said all that in a whisper and seeing his face turn from fear to anger to rage to UTTER FEAR as his thighs began to tremble all of a sudden even as he sat and his hot and holding that Heineken was shaking the bottle that the fizz came out of it.

One of his friends shouted from the TV corner where they’d all ganged up. ‘HEY Shane? what are you doing there? chasing skirts again?’ someone wolf whistled as the boys turned briefly between the overs in the game. I patted Shane’s cheek gently and whispered, ‘Now off you go rascal and allow me to enjoy my drink in my downtime. Don’t cause trouble and be gone’ as I said, just to prove that I am not bluffing, I dropped my hand from his chest to grab his hand and quickly twisted his index and pinkie finger with sudden unexpected force and satisfied to see him jump and yelp in the sofa ‘I am not bluffing, now be gone you rascal and think twice before you talk to another lady like you just did. Show some respect’ I said slowly releasing his hand and next second he vanished.

I sat there mulling over what just happened and feeling a rush of adrenalin, ordered another glass, to calm myself down and finishing it quickly, feeling the ‘nice buzz’ in my head, swiftly walked outside and if people were noticing me, I wasn’t noticing that back as I felt a lot less inhibited and was actually in the world of my own.

As I reached the Bus station, my overnight bus had already arrived at the platform. I got in and went to my seat. It was the driver side window seat and someone was sitting there already at the aisle seat. I quickly nodded at him as he smiled big at me and standing right next to him, I placed my travel bag on to the overhead cabin and standing on my tip-toes used my hands to push the bag back nicely. Both my thighs pressed against him and of course, the pallu moved aside during all this and my BIG DEEP NAVEL was INCHES away from his face for a good 30 top 40 seconds. In my inebriated state, I hardly paid attention to it ! As I was focussing on pushing the bag with both my hands on the overhead cabin, reaching over, my right breast was almost brushing his shoulder or head and his left hand that was on the aisle armrest was nicely brushing and he let his fingers slip in the saree pleats as he stared at my navel, to gently press them against my inner thighs as it was me who was pushing on to him and he was just being opportunistic. I muttered a quick ‘ Sorry sir’ as I finally pulled back, as I felt myself brushing on to him, not so much registering his fingers under the saree pleats a few seconds ago.

As I looked down to face him properly for the first time, when I said saree, he looked to be a dwarf baldy old chap of completely grey hair on the sides of his head and clean shaven otherwise with a big pot belly too and was wearing an off white shirt which was missing its top 2 buttons, his chest hair generously peeking out and a chequered blue Lungi to go with. A typical old villager that I see at my final destination when I get off. I nodded and as I moved inside to my seat, again, the back of my thighs rubbed against his knees and I said sorry but he grabbed my butt cheeks swiftly, wasting no time, over the saree! giving them a GOOD SQUEEZE with both his hands, he said with a gentle laughter, ‘No problem madam. please be careful. Just holding so you don’t fall back’. As I moved inside to my seat, he gently removed his hands off me. But as I sat in the seat and the buzz hit my head again as I closed my eyes, I relived what just happened. The old rascal has been molesting me!!! I sat there contemplating if I should ‘deal’ with it, then shrugged it off, saying to myself, the moment has passed.

As the Air Con was not turned on, it was getting a bit too hot with the cardigan and I took it off and put it around my shoulder as a shawl and rested my head on it. As I closed my eyes, the old guy tried some small talk. I didn’t even bother to tell him to shut up. I just stayed there like that with my eyes closed and he left me alone in a few minutes time. Soon the bus started moving and the AC came on too and along with it came on my mighty sleep too.

I flipped off, just like that, like a switch and the bus lights dimmed off first and except the night shade of dull blue lamp for some courtesy light along the aisle, the bus became pitch dark as it left he city outskirts and picked up speed. I began to doze off into a deep sleep too. The wine was having its intended effect and was making the bus journey a lot more bearable. I was making a mental note even within my sleep - to remember to do this routine before the next bus journey too.

I placed the cardigan over my face to shield off the High beam Lights onto my face and dozed off. Deep in my sleep, I was feeling the same sensations when Priya had earlier today very gently rubbed my oily navel and still asleep, I gently moaned behind the cardigan. As I was making a gentle, ‘Uffff...Ummm.. ummmpffff’ noises almost a whisper, still thinking that i was moaning in my dream, I completely failed to comprehend that it was more than the dream and my co-passenger the dwarf baldy had slipped his hand under the pallu and placed it LIGHTLY over my navel with his index finger very lightly was drawing circles very very very slowly. As the seat was fully reclined, he had an excellent access to slip his hand first on to my bare hip and push and slip gently bit by bit, taking care to confirm that I am still asleep and now his grubby fingers have found its destination while I am still ‘DREAMING’ of things !!

He was patient. He patiently enjoyed the way I moved my thighs and half way through his subtle caresses, how I brought my hands over my head, resting my face on to my left hand and moaned in short spurts, as his fingers began to apply JUST a bit more pressure as they began crowding around my navel. Still very inebriated and still deep in sleep I licked my lips and gulped, and clamped and unclamped my thighs together- appreciating how nice it felt all of a ‘sudden’.

As I sat on to his left, with his left hand slipped inside my pallu, he was taking care of his active junior with his right hand at the same time!! As he gradually slipped his index finger inside the rim of the navel, I gasped and came to senses, but didn’t shuffle around too much as I realized just then, its MORE THAN dream that is going on and as I sat that way, I slowly pulled the cardigan off my face enough to see through the bottom of it and the first sight that I saw was enough to shock me. I saw part of his grubby hand that has disappeared Under my pallu. I couldn’t see exactly what was going on!!!! only could FEEL It!!! It felt Weird, very weird, yet so sexciting!!

I decided to play his game and carried on pretending to sleep. He was in NO RUSH. His hand hadn’t moved position for almost 10 mins or so. He must have sensed me shuffle a bit earlier and probably froze, probably not. But the side effect of this was, I now got completely accustomed to his hand on me as he hadn’t moved his hand in a while. It was as if completely normal , he remained liked with his index finger inside my navel and the remaining crowded around. My moans and jitters too gradually stopped completely. But now I am wide awake - feeling every bit of his hand in my navel.

I sat there laying in wait, as if a sniper would, and my mind wandered again, about the sniper training course that Uncle told me about. Just then I felt movement and he slowly , very slowly poked me. His index finger gently pushed inside harder and one push, he stopped, looked at me carefully for my reaction. Seeing me jerk as he pushed, he stopped, worried. Then several moments later, tried again, seeing the same but more intense jitter and an accompanying splutter of a moan emerge from me - he seem satisfied and even excited that it became clear to him that I am enjoying it too.

Wasting no time, he dived in, pushing my pallu landing his clean shaven face right on to my navel and next thing I felt was his big rough tongue swirling inside my navel - it felt as if the tongue had slithered deep into my innards from the navel. Unable to sit still or pretend any longer, I sat up, gasping, holding his face , with a mix of real and faked confusion on my face, I pushed him off, my chest HEAVING. He didn’t say a word and gently, ‘Ssssh sssh’ and place his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back to recline again and slipped his hand back on to my tummy, not even fingering me but just placing it there he reclined in his seat too, Not even bothering to look in my direction and closed his eyes.

Not used to this kind of nonchalance and coolness I lay there on the seat quite unnerved and just out of reflex, I pushed his hand off me, quite gently. He didn’t react much. Placed it on his lap and was content to remain that way with his eyes closed. May be 10 to 15 mins had gone past and I lost interest and closed my eyes finally and there it was! Few seconds later, his hand lightly resting on my bare hip at the side. Not doing much, but this time it stayed there with his knowledge that he knows that I know that he is touching me now. He let it stay there for a while and seeing me push it off again, undeterred tried again, a light nudge at my bare hip and by now I had gotten used to his touches and just ignored it. Soon the light touch became a proper one and his hand gradually slipped under the pallu and rested on my tummy.

He just placed it there and lay there feeling content for a while and seeing that I am absolutely fine with it, after a long time - a good 30 minutes or so, he slowly, lazily began to finger me, and now with the cardigan off my face and on the lap, he can see my reactions and he INTENSELY studied my face as he gently began to torment my navel with his super light touches and thoroughly enjoyed my sharp gasps and heaving breath every time his finger nudged my navel and I didn’t even have to turn to see but I can sense a BIG WIDE SMILE on his face as if a 5 year old has been given his favourite toy in the world.

As I felt a surge of sensations rock through me back and forth, he slowly shifted forward again and this time more deliberately pushing my pallu aside and placed his face on my tummy and began licking it again. His moved were SO SLOW! as if watching a slow motion movie!! Even his tongue swirled within me very slowly, taking its time to push and rub into every corner of the rim of the navel before slipping in as he hard me gasp, while i held his bald head with both my hands, he stayed still like that for another whole minute or two motionless! It was freakishly odd, his moves and YET it was so weirdly ‘Other-worldly’ in terms of generating an INTENSE Sustained pleasure simmering from within me too. He was was a master of his little games as he placed his right hand on my upper thigh gently and his left hand silently pulled the arm rest up and slipped behind me, holding my bare hip slipping his hand around me, began Fondling my hip so SOFTLY and so GENTLY! I closed my eyes deeply and let out a sigh, thinking , ‘Fuccckk.. this guy sure knows what he is doing? Godddd.. this is....’ Just reminded of the song ‘KILLING ME SOFTLY’.... Ufff... and smiled at the parallels I am drawing.

The hand on my lap slowly bunched my saree up even as he lay on my tummy with his tongue FULLY PUSHED all the way in my navel and STILL - not swirling or moving - JUST STILL and as he gathered the saree along with my petticoat up to my knee level - again slowly inch by inch, he alternated his moves by soft squeezes of my hip with his other hand and sometimes running his finger nail gently along the love-handle and enjoyed thoroughly my micro Jerks and Jitters, in response. With such intense ministrations by him, any remnant effects of the wine were long gone and i sat there on high alert fully buzzing!

He started swirling his tongue again, around my navel, this time with some force and pace and as he sensed my shivers and stifled moans as I cupped my mouth with my own hans to not make noise, he slipped his hand inside the saree and petticoat bunched at my knees, to slip inside to access my bare thighs. As I closed my eyes and enjoyed to the core, the vibrant sensations all over me as he PROPERLY tongue fucked me, pinching my hip and mauling it at the same time, I felt his other hand begin to squeeze my bare inner thighs, as alarm bells begin to ring within me,

Forcing all my resolve, I pushed his face away quickly and pulled out his hand behind me and swiftly pulled and adjusted the saree. Completely unperturbed he even pulled out his hand on my thighs, voluntarily and sat looking away from me with his eyes closed but within seconds just lightly lay his left hand on my thigh over the saree and not doing much else just sat there with his eyes closed.

Just as I expected, leaving a BIG gap of another 45 minutes he slipped his hand and reaching forward , slowly pulled my saree and petticoat in one smooth movement to my knee level, and as I reached forward and Urgently slapped his hand off me and pushed the saree back down he smiled and sat back. He repeated the same move 4 more times in quick succession in 5 to 10 minutes gap and just as he anticipated, during each subsequent try, he noticed the intensity of my resistance was waning. He could sense that he is slowly wearing off my resistance and just as he thought, the fifth time, almost an hour after he began pulling the saree for the first time, as he reached forward and hiked it up to my knee level, I just sat there just lightly holding his hand. Not offering much resistance this time.

His approach to tame me seemed almost too GANDHIAN to me , a worst possible example to compare it with, but nevertheless!! It is so apt!!

With the saree up to my knees, still in absolutely no rush, he TURNED to sit, facing me, and with his left hand slipping again to my tummy, knowing this time I won’t resist much, confidently he started fingering my navel and looked at my face intensely and seeing me lay back on to the seat and closed my eyes , satisfied, he reached out with his other hand and started feeling my legs.

He gently slipped my slippers one by one and started running his hand along the length, feeling the softness, suppleness of the calf and sighing as he squeezed my calves as he reached forward and placed a gentle kiss on both my knee cups one at a time.

It felt so WEIRD to have my legs worshipped like the way he did, but then NOTHING was ever normal with that bloody rascal anyways. With that, with a few more kisses to the knees his hand kept caressing my leg and was playing with my toes, feeling the ring in my second toe, was thrilled to find that I ma married, his fingers played with that ring in the second toe for sometime... before he moved back up and as he began to gently poke my navel now with his other hand making me jerk and jitter at will, seeing me sat there biting my lips, he hiked the saree up further bit by bit to my mid thighs.

He stopped licking my navel, sat up and wide eyed, stared at my milky thighs on display in the dim light holding on to the bunched up saree around my crotch. As I pushed the saree down shyly back to my knees, he gently held my wrists and holding them both he kissed them one by one, multiple times, landing his kisses so softly. His actions were so sophisticated - in complete contrast to his looks!! I gave in , instantly as he so softly as if holding a garland, held my wrists and placed my hands to the sides and gently hiked up the saree again and reached forward and kissed my well rounded, toned thighs and then placing his hands on them, began squeezing them gently as he came closer to me and whispered, ‘beautiful’ as he caressed and squeezed them. Feeling his hands on my thighs I got wound up YET AGAIN and began to gasp, my eyes reducing to a slip. Seeing that he came closer and planed a kiss on my eyes, gently and a bit below on my chin. As I sat back eyes deeply shut now, thought of my husband ‘Has that Bastard treated me like this EVER? not even once has he kissed me like this , so gently! ? fuckker!! ‘ The more I thought of him, I seethed, but the next gentle kiss on my chest brought me back to the land of endless rose petals where I am swimming now.

As he was gently kissing my chest drifting below my neck, his hand on my thigh, slipped inside bit by bit and first trailed along the sides of my panty seams from the inner thighs then crept up and landed again LIGHTLY on my pussy mound, not doing much at all as he planted a FIRM kiss on my blouse, as he gently grabbed the pallu with his lips and pushing it aside exposing the blouse for the first time.

I gasped as I had my face titled up towards the roof of the bus feeling the kiss and his naughty lips gently nibbling though the blouse hook but not exactly removing it and his LONG tongue slipped so nonchalantly along the cleavage dipping a bit casually inside the blouse and out, feeling the tip of my heavy tits as I heaved against him as he gently rested on to me.

Playfully nibbling and licking at my cleavage as he gently grabbed at my managalsutra and grabbed it out of the blouse bit by bit, smelling the sweaty musky aroma of the yellow threat that is constantly trapped inside the blouse and bra for the most part. As he was doing that his hand inside my saree on the panty had very gently breached the elastic band and slipped inside and he sizzled, feeling the softness of the freshly shaving pubic zone. This he didn’t expect clearly as contrary to all his moves, he slipped his fingers URGENTLY to feel more of my bald pussy, as his fingers began roaming and feeling the ‘ZONE’ just above my pussy lips, and again thoroughly enjoyed the way I shift my hips and squirm in the seat feeling his fingers down there.

Abruptly, before I had any time to react, the hand inside started dragging the panty down and soon, it became 2 hands and by the time I came to my senses to react, jumping forward to reach for it... all I saw was my twisted panty around my knees and before I could put my hands on it , he used his bare leg to swiftly grab at it with his toes placing his leg over mine and dragged it down to my ankles and pressing my panty over his leg over my ankles , as I sat reached forward with my hands out , he slipped his hands one to my one side and another around me and grabbed both my tits at the same time over the blouse giving them a good squeeze, and just as he expected I sat back up quickly pushing his hands off. Smiling looking at me, still full of non-violence , blowing a flying kiss towards me and as my saree is still hiked up around the thigh level, he reached down and pulled it up swiftly a bit more and planed a kiss right on my pubic zine .. just above the pussy lips and in that darkness he couldn’t se much but what he saw he loved!!! as he got up with a satisfied expression even as he was receiving swift punches on his shoulders and as I lowered my saree in utter shame, he dragged his leg back from over my leg, but along with my panty and bent to pick it up and looked at me and my panty and back and forth and showed it to me with sheer pride in his face, as if its a trophy and loved the way I cringed at the sight of it taunted before my face and as I tried to reach for it, clearly he pulled his hand off and chuckled and reached forward and planted a kiss on my cheek again , GENTLY.

Just as he grabbed my hand and was leading up to his crotch and JUST as my hand brushed against his stiff member over his lungi, the bus slowed down entered a highway motel and the lights came on. We hurriedly, adjusted the clothes and I turned around pretended to sleep. He swiftly stepped off the bus for a tea or whatever. In a few mins time, I stepped off and swiftly rushed to the ladies toilet and in there, stood up and in a rush hiked the saree and began fingering and such was the intense state that rascal had built me up to, All it took was under 30 seconds I came off , so intense as if flood gates were open. I didn’t try to hold off too much and came there in the toilet quite vocally. Not caring too much at that point!!

Cleaning up, I went back to the bus and he also arrived shortly and he was surprisingly, quite shy to even make eye contact! As much as I felt awkward to look at him, he was feeling even more shy. Just as I was wondering what is going to happen now as the bus was going to start, there was a change of scenery. The big family with a bunch of kids that were seated few seats behind us, decided to spread out and the lady with her 2 children moved to the seats adjacent to us as they were vacant. But the kid was having some kind of tummy issue and was having trouble going to sleep and there was a big commotion for the next hour and shortly after my dwarf baldy hero had to get off in his village as the bus stopped. Before getting off he quickly tucked what felt like a visiting card into my saree tuck at my hip and gave a good pinch at my bare hip and disappeared with a smile. That was the only eye contact he had for the whole duration after the motel break.

As he slipped off , I pulled out whatever he stuck on to my hip with a smile and just as I thought it was his card which read Murugesan - Piping engineer and his details and the number etc. Again he has not been intrusive, had given the choice to me to decide if I wish to reach him later. I smiled and pulled my phone and out of habit, took a picture of it and transferred the details of it and stored the card in my purse and dozed off the remaining hour before the bus would reach my place. As I shut my eyes I was wondering how he would have reacted if I had asked for my panties back. It was one thing that I didn’t get an opportunity because we were surrounded by people and noise all the time, but still - as I wondered about it, I dozed off...

As I woke up again, it was my turn to get down. I got up, swiftly pulled my travel bag and put on the cardigan and stepped out in to the chilly morning and started walking the streets to my husband’s ancestral house in the village, wondering what other adventures life has in store for me !! The last few days have been a rollercoaster ride! But first, on to see my Hero!!!