The Promotion - Chapter 20

The Promotion 

Chapter -20

Arriving home after the hour long jog and the workout, drenched in sweat, FELT GOOD, with my spirits up definitely - after that marathon guilt-trip with Panda at the theatre the previous day! It still felt very surreal - as the door clicked shut behind me, the thoughts of his magically gentle hands all over me played in my head, causing me to shudder. Snapping out of it, I walked across the hall to the shower shouting a ‘Panda you Devil!!’ with a grin on my face. The feeling of the hot water from the power shower felt really good and soothing as I stood there for an eternity washing myself off the grime, dirt and along with it, my proverbial sins too! Feeling energised I stepped out, got dressed and still feeling tired at the lack of sleep and the workout slumped in the bed and the gentle breeze from the ceiling fan put me out for good.
Waking up to the clanging of the dishes in the kitchen, checking the time, I realised I had slept for a full 4 hours as Saroja has already come and started cooking dinner. Still sleepy, I walked up to the kitchen and gave her an affectionate hug, asking if she feels better now and fully recovered. Seeing the BIG smile on her face cheered me up! Back to my room, turning the laptop on, Major Srikanth’s email was staring at my face reminding of my appointment with him tomorrow morning. Kicking out the lingering laziness, I started Ironing all my Uniforms, feeling more ready than ever. As I was just finishing up, the phone beeped and as I peeped, it was Madhavan uncle on a Video Call request. Dressed in my T shirt and shorts I took that ‘whatsapp video call’ which has become his routine, of late.
His big genuinely happy to see me laughter was infectious. As I laughed along, he shouted cheerfully - ‘Hello my favourite Police!! Welcome back! Did you have a good trip?’ I nodded with a smile, ‘Yes Uncle thank you’ and felt equally happy to see him as I waved at him. ‘Oh what is it that I see in the background? Are you ironing your Uniforms?’ I nodded, ‘Yes Uncle, getting ready. I have the appointment with Major Srikanth tomorrow morning and then from the evening, as you know, my first assignment with the Minister for his weekend trip with his cabinet’.
He nodded, ‘As a matter of fact, that is the reason I am calling. Can you come to my place now? May be put on one of your uniforms, OK? I will only be at the house for the next hour and going somewhere after, so come quickly dear’. Saying he disconnected the call abruptly, not even his typical naughtiness was there, making me think it really ought to be urgent and important.
I quickly dressed in one of the uniforms, nice and prim. put on the cap and ran to Saroja taking in the heavenly flavours of her Biriyani, tasting an mouthful, gave her another quick squeeze on her shoulders, ‘OHH my hero!! this melts in my mouth, please keep it in the hot pack. I need to go now urgently, will come back and have it. Thank you Saroja’, as I spoke, I spotted the bag that I brought back from the town which contained sweets and savouries my dear in-law made for me. I quickly packed some of it for Uncle and dashed out to my 2-wheeler.
Traffic was light and 15 mins after he called, I was at his gate and Uncle’s watchman respectfully saluted and opened the gate of his compounded property. Though I knew his address, this is the first time I am visiting Uncle in his house and was impressed by the grandeur of his place. Made me wonder if the opulence of this place is on par with that of the minister’s as i walked across the portico to reach the main door in a rush, still it was impossible to miss the impressive 25 feet tall Ornamental African Banana tree that looked imposingly like a HUGE FAN. It sure is a showstopper.
As I stood at the entrance, for a moment taking in the beauty of the tree, the door opened and Uncle’s voice boomed - ‘OH Are you enjoying the of those Uniformly patterned Fans of that Madagascar Banana tree dear? In fact I am a bigger fan of this beauty in Uniform’ ! As he said that he laughed aloud clearly enjoying the blush on my cheeks and the shy smile - at that compliment. I too clapped my hands and made a elaborately fake bow and a pirouette and mocked him in a shrill voice - ‘Waah Uncle Waah, what a transformation in a week, from a brainy aide to the Minister to a proper Poet!’ and grinned as I got closer to him handing him the bag, ‘a little something from my dear mother-in-law’
The smile in tact, ignoring the bag of sweets , but grabbing my outstretched arm, pulling me in the expansive hall, closing the door behind, ‘Welcome to my humble abode Vandu’ and gave me a “bear hug”. Not left with much choice, holding the bag in one hand clumsily, I hugged him back feeling my tits press against his massive chest. Even as he released his grip, his hands held waist. I responded with a chuckle, ‘humble abode, indeed Uncle’ looking around. As I said, I felt a pinch on my left waist Just above the belt on my Hip, as his fingers DUG IN suddenly, all at once - making me chuckle and jump away, as memories of how insanely naughty uncle could get, in very short moments of time, unexpectedly.
In a shrill voice, I complained - ‘Not fair Uncle, not even a full 30 seconds had passed since I got in’ walking away from him to put the bag of sweets I brought on the dining table at the far end of the hall, shouting, ‘I am pretty sure, this is NOT why you called me here for. what is it uncle? what was so urgent?’
As I turned to face him, he was already climbing the stairs on the other end of the hall signalling me to follow. I sprinted along behind him and we reached his huge office room in the first floor. A Quintessential executive suite with a huge table and lot of files neatly laid out and an open laptop on one side and also retro style glass paper weights on top of some important papers. One look at that gave an impression that Uncle is a very organised person, which reflects upon his success apparently!
Without wasting much time, he walked around and sat on the huge leather chair asking me to come in and as i got inside, signalled me to close the door, muttering, ‘Keeps the AC in’ . I did as told and walked right up to his side and stood next to him, still curious to know why he called me in for, as the suspense was eating me alive.
As I stood up close he said, ‘Of course there is more than JUST wanting to do this Vandu’ saying he slipped his arm around me, pulled me closer to his chair and grabbed my butt cheeks over the tight trousers, with his thumb sinking and dragging along the crack as he used it to anchor himself to allow his other 4 fingers to cop a GOOD feel of the shapely butt-cheek. I yelped ‘Uncleeeeee…….!!’ slapping his hand off, inevitably jerked all around, until i could manage to finally brush his hand off my butt cheeks. I gently pinched back his arm with both my hands, shouting in a shrill voice - ‘Try being LESS Naughty Uncle’ …
With a big laugh, not minding the pinches one bit, he casually swivelled to open the Desk drawer and pulled out a small packet, properly wrapped in paper bag. ‘Here Vandu dear, as you know me by now.. I am not just playful’ As I looked at the packet emerge in his hand my impressions changed and in a lowered more serious tone, ‘What is it uncle?’ I stood still and almost mechanically took it from him. As I unwrapped the packet, his hand went around me again as he was playfully rubbing my hips and giving gentle squeezes to my butt cheeks.
Ignoring his naughtiness, I opened it and my eyes went wide first and as I looked at him with mouth agape, just whispering ‘Thank you Uncle’ with my eyes almost watering, he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer again and hugged me properly circling his arms around me, pressing a side of his face on to my tummy. He whispered back, ‘Shhsshh… No need to be emotional Vandu dear. I DO think of you even during my busy schedule you see’ and planted a gentle kiss on my palm, pulling my hand closer.
I thanked him again for his gift - a new sets of my ‘insignia’ , the new bade of 3 stars to go with my promotion as Inspector now. It was a very nice thoughtful gesture indeed. Although the department issue was due next week to 10 days anyways, but seeing the 3 Stars twin-pack insignia gift set from Uncle, just in time when I started the new position, really moved me. He need not have to do this at all. ‘So this is why you called me Uncle?’ I asked him happily, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze.
He pulled back from the hug and turned to look at the wall clock, ‘Oh there is still 30 mins before I need to go to see the minister. But NO. There is something else too Vandu. Something very important I have to ask you… its work related but before that YOU need to tell me something else. We still have the time.’ That familiar mischievous glint returned to his face, as he pulled me suddenly and made me sit on his lap. That massive executive chair was purpose built to take on such added weight, clearly. I screamed laughing ‘UNCLE , what is this? let me go!!’ but was unable to free up, as his Big arm was around me, circling over my tummy, holding me in place.
After a brief struggle, I stopped struggling, leaning on to him and asked in a low voice - ‘What is it you want to know? This does not sound good at all , Should I be worried Uncle?’ As I asked, his hand that was resting on my trouser belt buckle, slipped upwards a bit. Before I sensed his naughty mind and what he is up to and bring my hand to stop him, his index finger had already slipped in the gap between the buttons on my shirt and with my one arm around his shoulder for balance and my other arm holding his hand that just breached my shirt, I SAT UP shouting ‘UNCLE!!!!!! Noo.. .STOP it… ‘ His fingers were feeling my bare tummy YET again, but it felt quite awkward and also gave the sense of me somehow being ‘violated’ when he did that while i was in uniform.
As I sat up, still sitting on his lap, his index finger JUST then slipped into my navel, strangely it made both us a Sigh and moan - for clearly related yet not the same reason. As he carried on poking my navel through the gap in the shirt, Uncle whispered, ‘You know Vandu, I SO LOVE IT, when you dress like this, with just the shirt and bra on… and no shimmies under!’ When he said bra, he gave my right breast a quick squeeze with his free hand and received a slap on it immediately even as I had to put up with those direct remarks with a cringe!!
As is his trademark, Uncle abruptly switched topic enjoying the sight of me squirming delightfully to his tune - especially to the command of his right hand index finger tip! Just after making me jerk he asked in a whisper, ‘Vandu, I need a favour from you. Do you know the minister Nadesan?’ I held and pumped his hand indicating him to stop his naughtiness, cheeks reddening, while nodding amidst huffing, ‘yeaahh… yeaaah…’ trying to gain composure as I looked at him implying ‘what about Nadesan’
Suddenly becoming dead serious, ‘Can you find out if there are any still open cases against him or his family or even closed ones from the past that could be of help’ eyeing at me scandalously. I looked back at him incredibly. ‘Firstly Uncle, this is wrong, but even more so, I am confused. I thought he belongs to the same party as you lot?’ I was confused genuinely. As I was protesting and asking, the last button in the shirt from above the belt has come loose in a silky movement and the sudden crowding of the remaining fingers all around my navel made me sit bolt upright and look down to be ‘horrified’ to see all of uncle’s fingers has slipped inside the uniform shirt.
The sight of it alone made me suck a deep breath and gasp as it looked SO WRONG yet was doing things in my head and in response to the expert fingering that resumed and his fingers circling around my navel while Uncle’s face up close to my neck as he breathed down my neck pushing the collar away whispered, ‘Tell me YES Vandu. Tell me you will bring me the details. I will then answer to your question WHY I needed this, I promise’ . Unable to take that barrage of navel assault, all I could reply was ‘yy..yyeess. Uncle, I’ll try’ amidst huffing and puffing in a resigned tone… while i tried to hold his hand with no purpose.
Pinching my soft belly flesh he shouted ‘ THATS my VANDU! Thank you!!’ and quickly composing himself , ‘No need to mention any of this conversation to minister OK? its best if I tell him myself, later’ as I nodded in agreement becoming clear that the mastermind is hatching yet another cunning plan to advance his friend and aide - the minister to progress.
Relaxing even more now, he asked with a glee, ‘Vandu, in fact, this is what I intended to ask you when I called you a couple of days earlier while you were at your husband’s village’ he said chuckling while I recalled in a flash what he was referring to, and was getting tensed. I thought Uncle had forgotten about that episode where somehow in my moment of weakness I got talked out of my tops and was topless in front of Ajay and Imran - the two teenagers, Ajay our neighbour and Imran his friend and that’s the exact moment Uncle had called!! [ Chapter 17]
Seeing me tense up his eyes went wider still and bring his other hand too, to slip along my side and brought it around my tummy but over the shirt he asked again, ‘Tell me dear, something exciting has happened while i called no?’ he asked with a dirty smile.
NOO UNCLE, I shouted back, rather unconvincingly while gasping still as he hadn’t stopped fingering my navel. Giving it a good poke he pulled my leg and placed it over his other thigh so that I am leaning back on to him properly, as he whispered nibbling my right ear gently, ‘Come on, tell me Vandhu! you know right? I have a sixth sense that picks up Hot moments!’ ‘OHH this is an undeniable fact’ , I mumbled with a sheepish grin and tried to pull away from him as his tongue around the back of my ear was setting me on fire already.
Ignoring my gasps and breaths, pulling me properly back on to him, with one hand caressing my cheek gently while the other hand busied itself undoing the next button of the shirt slowly, he whispered, ‘Come on Vandu! I don’t have all day, you know, Ganesan should already be on his way to pick me up to Minister’s place , come on out with it!’ he sort of ordered me, backing it up with a gentle bite of my ear lobe.
Getting sucked into the situation, just as I was contemplating whether to share and if so how much of it, still reeling from that nibbling of the ears, i heard him whisper, ‘You were naked when I called you right?’ he chuckled as he shot in the dark to try his luck while his hand slipped under the now loosened shirt up, to feel my upper midriff, lingering just below the tits, feeling the softness and smoothness of the toned flesh.
I turned to look at him with unable to mask my shyness through my grin as his other hand still on my cheek moved around to play gently with my lips as he pulled my lower lip with his fingers and played with it as I locked eye contact with him. It felt so bloody horny.
As he let go I whispered, ‘No, just topless’ and enjoyed seeing his eyes go so Wide and his mouth agape and as I grinned big he pinched my cheek and smirked, ‘Oh I was only trying my luck, Now give me the details Vandu… UFF this is hott’. As he poked me for details, I also sensed something else poke me from under and realised I had shuffled around and had been sitting right on his crotch and this is the reason for the heightened activity that i could feel below me.
Feeling horny myself now, I slowly narrated how Ajay spotted me taking a shower at the open terraced bathroom at my village and I was interrupted a lot and uncle was asking questions to fill in the gaps in my narration and while every gap was being filled, the Gap in my shirt kept widening as the buttons keep getting undone! This is the seductive take on ‘Gap analysis’ by the look of things. As he was listening with keen interest on how the second time, I carried on the shower despite knowing Ajay was peeking at me, both my tits in my sports bra also properly peeked out now as the last of the buttons were undone and the shirt’s gaping open now.
Uncle’s hands wasted no time and began pumping my tits over the bra and as his pumping rate increased, the rate of poking from under me also became insane now. It felt so weirdly pleasurable as I stopped speaking a bit and leaned on to him and closed my eyes and moaned to enjoy the moment.
As he licked my neck with his BIG tongue, one of his hands was gently pulling my right breast out of the cup while the other hand was lazily pulling the shirt tucks out of the trouser! I held his hand that was popping my breast out, panicking a bit, as he expected, but was sufficiently distracted with it that the shirt was out of the trousers completely without any issue at the front and sides.
I sat up and looked around in panicking, whispering ‘Uncle… Noo…’ stuffing the cup back in position. He patted my shoulder and as I sat up, he glibly pulled the shirt out from the trousers from behind too and slipping his hand behind me under the shirt now and started playfully pulling at the elastic of the bra straps , ‘Ssssh, Vandu, but I still don’t understand how you ended up being topless in front of Ajay when I called you ? and who is this Imran? how did he join the two of you?’ he stacked up a barrage of questions as his hand slipped under the elastic bra at the sider and i shuddered as I could feel a couple of his finger nails began scratching the side of my left breast directly, making me visibly gasp and squirm…
Trying to contain his hand by pressing my arm over his to try and slow him down, but it wasn’t helping much as in the next few seconds my left breast had an additional padding along with the protection offered by the bra cup. Uncle’s hand fully cupped it and the gentle squeeze made me moan and gasp as I began to speak fast amidst all of that as I heard him prompt in a whisper in my ear as my earlobe got licked, ‘TELL ME DEAR’. ‘Oh Uncle, I occasionally help Ajay with his Maths topics, but now after seeing me taking a shower, the next time he came to ask a doubt he somehow talked me out of my blouse together with his friend Imran’ I cringingly admitted while feeling Uncle’s one hand was keen on feeling my nipple now while the other was lazily circling the navel . Squirming in his lap, I struggled to keep his hands in check. He prompted me again in a hoarse whisper ‘ What exactly happened? How did they so easily convince you?’ as he gave my left boob a good squeeze, making me squeal while burning in desire.
I was wondering if I should share every little embarrassing detail of how the boys were so cunning, while I on the other hand started on some earnest detective work to expose their mischief at school but ended up the victim exposing myself! Part of me wanted to tell all of it to Uncle while the other part that still keeps my morality (or what’s still remaining) in check stopped me sternly.
While this internal tussle was happening, Uncle gently grabbed the shirt collar from behind and yanked it down slowly and it started slipping down my shoulders on both sides and soon to the elbows on both sides. As I tried to pull my hand forward, whispering, ‘Uncle stop it! Don’t remove the shirt. No’ to which the only response was his big laughter as he carried on pulling the shirt sleeve off my right hand all the way while gently adding, ‘Come on Vandu - are you telling me, you will allow only those teenage boys to do this to you?’
Laughing in embarrassment and cringing in shame I shouted letting go of the shirt from my hand anyways, ‘STOP it Uncle. You are pure evil’ and looked away red-cheeked while despite my ditch attempt to pull it back, he gently prised away the shirt from the left hand too and threw it away as I watched it land on his laptop. I leaned on to him giggling pointing it to him , ‘See Uncle, your Laptop gets proper protection now!’ He laughed big too, running his hands all over my hands over the bare shoulders and kissing my upper back, ‘Oh Vandu, how can you be so bewitchingly beautiful? no wonder, everyone wanted a piece of this action’ saying he slipped his hands around to give my tits a gentle squeeze while kissing my neck.
‘Tell me Vandu, did they do this to you?’ he asked softly while squeezing my melons over the bra. I leaned back and let out a big sigh, closing my eyes and nodded a no. He gently swivelled around the chair along with me, to point us both to his left and gently grabbed my hands wit hone of his hand and lifted them over my head.
‘Now open your eyes and look ahead Vandu’, As I opened my eyes, we were facing the north side wall of the office which had a huge life size painting, a Japanese minimalist art of a few Yellow and red song birds here and there in a long and narrow branch - all of it beautifully done in glass. But that painting was also now showing the erotic reflection of myself in just my khaki trousers and blue sports bra with my hands raised over my head gently held by Uncle and as I watched myself, I could see his other hand started raising the bra from the side. As its elasticated and a comfort fit model, it offered literally no resistance and as I watched the unfolding scene mouth agape, mesmerised and immersed completely of my own big tits come into view slowly, Uncle relished the moment too, He took his time.
Sensing me breathe rhythmically and stopped talking completely, he was not rushing it, as he knew full well that I am now into it as deep as he has been too. He whispered in the slightest of voices, ‘keep your arms raised honey bunny’ and not even waiting for my confirmation, released his grip on my hands and brought it to the other side too and started pulling the bra up slowly, bit by bit inch my inch and as the cups popped over the nipples he stopped there and licking my ear, whispered, ‘I bet Ajay or Imran did not turn the heat to this level? right? just clumsy teenage hormones would have sent them in an overdrive at the sight of anything as close top perfection as this’ as he said it, he planted a deep kiss on my cheek and as i watched it all like a magic, breathing heavily, he gave both my tits a good squeeze making me groan aloud in passion.
In the next moments, my attention swung from the yellow sparrows to my own self, in the glass painting as I slowly watched Uncle strip the bra off me, through my hands over my head. I sat there breathing heavily not have spoken a word in the last few minutes ever since he showed me my own reflection! Tossing the bra away somewhere to the floor in the same pose, he leaned forward, letting his fingernails drag along my clean shaven pits, stopping to enjoy my lips twisting in smile as it tickled a bit, he started twisting and tweaking BOTH my nipples at the same time while his tongue busied licking the nape of my neck and within seconds, his fingers sensed the nipples becoming fully taut and he could hear my groans has gotten louder too and my hands lowered a bit to hold on to his head behind me, for support.
This was giving Uncle the nod of approval as ignoring my incoherent mumbles of Unclee…. unnnghhhh.,,.. mmmpphh…. seeing my own self being mauled by uncle! he stopped briefly and reached around and took my right breast in his mouth while still squeezing the left and taking the now free hand to my crotch and grabbed me there, giving it a good squeeze, making me YELP at the suddenness of that action. As I watched him in the mirror so greedily suckle my nipple, it made me SO Horny as I shouted in delirium, ‘Unclleeee.e……ee ufffffff…’ as he quickly pulled one of my hands down to his lap and pushing me aside a bit, moving his dhothi away in a rush, placed it on his HUGE Boner, over his brown jocks which I could see fully in the mirror as he sat with legs wide apart and i leaned on his right thigh fully now.
As he carried on sucking my boobs taking turns, the longer i watched it, the crazier I got. At the same time, I could not resist the temptation to run my hand on his tool and I was SHOCKED actually, how SO MUCH bigger this one is, compared to the one I was ‘handling’ at my escapade with Panda!! The immediate words that came to my mind was ‘OH Myyy Godddddd’.
Uncle was not finding this position too convenient it appeared as he made me stand and turn around, to face him and as my tits appeared at his face level, hugging me and playing with my butt cheeks over the trousers, he has now been having a world of fun as he buried his face in between my tits and began licking my cleavage to his heart’s content. The Mangalsutra that Kept coming in the way, he pushed it aside and whispered as he came up for air, ‘Vandu’ this is the only thing that reminds me that you are married, if not, you look like a model, you know?’ that compliment was accompanied by a simultaneous squeeze of my hip from both sides and as he began pinching, just when I started to jerk and squirm to his naughty poking fingers, his hungry tongue gorged on my very stiff right nipple, making me throw my head back and WAIL in pleasure.
As he started sucking me like there is no tomorrow, getting the right cues and signals from my shudders and moans , his right hand busied itself with mauling my other free breast while his left hand grabbed at the trouser as he pulled me forward to hold me in position, and I could sense all 4 of his fingers slipped well inside the trousers and the back of his fingers rubbed against the lower belly pushing along the panty elastic. Both my hands were running along his hair as I was cooing out aloud some nonsense, ‘Unclee… uuh.. aaah..’ unable to control my senses anymore.
Just then then the door knocked and as we both turned around and before we could react at all, the door clicked open and Minister’s driver Ganesan was standing there in shock seeing us in that state. All he could manage was “Siirrrrr, sorry, the watchman didn’t mention anything. Sorry Sorry Madam, Sorry sir’ and apologising profusely, but his eyes took it all in, not missing one bit, seeing the obscenely horribly big erection sticking out of minister’s PA and at the same time, the new and shiny police Inspector, blushing and horror stuck covering herself and turning away to face away from him, and her deliciously curvy bade back in just the uniform trousers and her carelessly tossed shirt covering PA’s laptop! He took it ALL in, all of it in, as he spoke SLOWLY, apologising to us both very sincerely, taking his time. The brief flash of the wet nipples he saw on me corrupted that long time servant of the minster instantly as his mind started running in overdrive too as he kept saying sorry his eyes scanning my blushing self turned away from him, shivering over, being caught unexpected like that.
Uncle BOOMED at him, ‘Ganesan. Apology accepted. Now get the hell out of here and give us some privacy! I will be downstairs in 2 minutes. GET LOST!’ The normally cool headed uncle felt jealous, irritated and possessive of me all at once. It was cute in a way, but in my current state I was in no position to analyse it much. As he disappeared from the door, I rushed to fetch my bra from the corner of the room and within the next minute and half, looked at my fully decent self back all over, including the cap and some amount of dignity back on too when I looked back at my dressed self at that glass painting on the wall again - back in the uniform - properly.
Then picking up the gift of the new 3 Stars pack from Uncle, I nodded to him and even smiled seeing his still awkwardly big and missile like erection pointing to one side of his crotch very obviously and whispered to him, ‘OK Uncle I am going, I will see what I can bring about Nadesan’
As I was about to leave, he held my hand and his eyes showed 100% Sincerity as he said in a composed voice meaning every word of it, ‘I am extremely sorry Vandana. I didn’t think this would happen. Please accept my apologies.’ It was very odd to see that guys like him, so rugged, cunning, intelligent and cocksure of themselves and mostly right about everything as well, accepting their mistake and openly apologising. I nodded and shrugged, ‘Its OK uncle. Not your fault’ and swiftly walked downstairs with the pack in my hand and there I made eye contact with the waiting Ganesan who again quickly in his raised and very concerned voice shouted, ‘I am really so sorry madam’ . I stopped briefly and forced myself to look at his face and biting my teeth, hiding my shame, trying to maintain some dignity, nodded, ‘Its OK Ganesan’ and sprinted out of Uncle’s house swiftly.
Kicking the bike, as I reached home, with my emotions in a constant rollercoaster ride, dropping the badges on the table, I just hit the bed straight without changing, not even caring about Saroja’s delicious Biriyani dinner.
Thinking about the plan for tomorrow ahead, forcing myself to put the thoughts about the evening’s events, I slowly allowed sleep to take over me.