The Promotion - Chapter 22a - The TRIP

Chapter 22a - The TRIP

The next 2 days flew by in a blur! The afternoon at Major’s place that took an unsuspecting turn to a wild ride, thanks to the pouring rain has become a faint memory already. I started the duty, at the Minister’s place the past 2 days and man, these were taxing days! Minister and the PA Uncle have both been extremely focussed and preoccupied in preparing for the upcoming Election campaign! Uncle was busy organising the logistics for the now postponed senior party members meet at the resort, in 2 weeks time. They both hardly paid any attention to me, let alone, the ‘unwanted’ attention I was getting from them. They got on with their stuff, after a quick greeting as I reported. It’s just as well, although a small part of me felt being neglected a bit!!!

As for the duty time itself, it was quite boring and uneventful. I was getting used to the new ‘routine’ now feeling more like an office-goer, doing a 9 to 5 kind of job, as the days passed by. Eventually 4 days had rolled on already and I was getting into the ‘zone’ of coming home “on-time” for Saroja’s delicious dinners and had even found time to help out Saroja’s son Krishna on his studies! No surprise, his girl friend Priya had tagged along too! It was quite nice to see her again. In fact, she gave me a hug, saying, ‘So nice to see you again Maa’am!! ‘ and as she hugged her hands wandered over my kurti feeling up my bare waist beneath! As she released me, there was a definite spark when our eyes met! We could see Krishna’s eyes blaze in jealousy as he brought in the plates of the tasty gobi manchurian saroja had prepared earlier, to go on as snacks, with the lessons!

Before leaving, using a private moment when Krishna was away at the kitchen Priya explored, ‘How was your training madam?, I want to hear about your experiences! I want to become just like you madam’ she said gently rubbing my thigh, giving it a very gentle squeeze, looking at me longingly! That (un?)intentional touch roused my hormones instantly as I locked my eyes onto her, recalling the fiery massage episode, as I struggled for words demurely looking down at my lap, at her hand on my thigh, her fingers lazily slipping under the seams of my shorts! As we both notice Krishna coming out of the kitchen I quickly pushed her hand away, whispering, ‘why don’t you come over later, we’ll talk about it all in leisure?’ She giggled, nodded and with her eyes sparkling stood up with her bag, whispering back, ‘Of course, I want to hear all about it!’

The pair of them left in the next few minutes, leaving me in a daze still, wondering, if only she knew what went on there at the training session with Major! she wants to know ‘all about it’!! Shuddering at the thought of it, I went back to the kitchen to help myself to some more of the tasty gobi stuff. As I was munching along the gobi, the phone rang. I was intrigued and happy at the same time, to see that its my darling hubby Ravi calling. ‘Yes Ravi? how are you? you are normally busy at the shop this time in the evening right?’, He was indeed in a rush, but still with all the commotion i can hear around him, he seemed to be rushing to the corner of the shop where he could speak in peace, ‘Listen Chitthu! sorry about the last time, I was rude to you and didn’t pay enough attention to you’, as I heard those words I melted from within and I was suddenly eaten alive by guilt as I listened on, ‘please dear, you know my sister Padma’s husband Manohar? his sister, i.e. my Brother-In-Law’s sister is getting married . They invited us all and insisted on bringing the whole family and the nearby neighbours . Is there ANY CHANCE at all you could come this weekend to attend?’

After a long pause I said, ‘Alright Ravi. I will check with the Minister and let you know tomorrow’ and after that with a minute of chit chat on how the business goes in the shop, not even bothering to ask a word about my training that I’d mentioned to him already during the last trip, he disconnected. I was thinking for a long while finishing up the plate mechanically. With a sigh I picked up the phone and contacted my good friend and fellow Inspector Bhaskar and reminded him that it’s time to return the favour he owes me to cover for my absence. I then messaged Madhavan uncle, the Minister’s PA, with my request for leave for 3 days over the weekend highlighting that Bhaskar will fill for me. As anticipated, his reply was curt and to the point, ‘Granted, enjoy’ , as its clear that both him and the minister were hyper busy with the election campaign prep!

The next 2 days flew by and the date of travel approached too. Late evening, I boarded on the usual bus that I would take and leaned back in the recliner seat, shutting my eyes as the bus moved. It was half empty. The bus rolled on, and so did my memories. I recalled my ‘eventful’ trip back from the village, seated at the last row with Panda! That reminded me also, of his persistent texts over the last month, since our return back - all of which I’d promptly ignored. A gentle smile formed in my lips as I imagined how it would be to say Hello to him again. Even as I thought of it, awash by guilt all over, I shuddered. Putting those thoughts away I soon fell into a deep sleep, as it had been a tiring long day!

A few hours had passed into the journey that night. It was close to the time of the overnight stop at the roadside motel for a break. The rain had picked up strength - the left over spells of it, after that ‘eventful’ storm earlier the week when I was trapped at the Major’s residence. Didn’t feel any of it with the glass windows properly shut and the screen drawn out fully. But then, piercing the quiet night, we’d all heard a huge noise at the front and the bus pulled over and stopped abruptly! A proper commotion ensued, immediately after, with people getting up from their seats, shouting around! I woke up confused too. As I sat up, adjusting the saree and looked around, blank and sleepy-eyed still, I didn’t see any onward traffic or any other vehicle on the deserted main road. It was just us. Then it slowly dawned on me from the howling wind and the incoming spray of water, what had just happened!

I was seated on the left side of the bus at the 4th row and I can see outside clearly, very clearly. In fact, TOO CLEARLY!! The huge windshield at the passenger side of the bus had properly cracked and large section of it had crumbled into tiny glass shards. While it was lucky that it wasn’t the driver’s side and he was safe and well, the cleaner/assistant that was sitting closest to that broken windshield was not so lucky as he had cuts in his arms and face from some of the flying glass debris as the unfortunate event occurred!

It was lucky that Someone in the bus happened to be is a doctor and was already rushing to his aid. With the bus pulled over, the driver fetched the First-aid box strapped behind his chair, yelling at the cleaner in a mix of concern, frustration and anger - ‘I told you rascal!!, I told you to bring the mechanic to have the crack in the glass checked earlier in the afternoon! Are you OK?’ Shouting, he handed the First-aid box to the doctor, ‘Sir, here sir.. thank you sir’, with shaking hands!

I heard some ‘unhelpful’ passengers behind me raising their voices with complaints and I figured enough is enough and with a big sigh, stood up and shouted at the top of my voice , so I could be heard till the far end of the bus, even through the howling wind - even though there is no need for it, as most of the half-full bus of passengers were now at the front part of it. ‘PEOPLE, CALM DOWN. LET THE DOCTOR DO HIS WORK. I AM A POLICE INSPECTOR. LISTEN TO ME AND REMAIN CALM, NOW GO BACK TO YOUR SEATS. WE’LL WORK SOMETHING OUT!’

As I was done shouting and glared at everyone, they looked at me first uncertainly, but then slowly as they realised I meant every word of what I said, most of them returned to their seats. I shouted again, asking them to move to the back of the bus to avoid the water spray. One of the unruly types started arguing and said something smart, but my reply was a plain roar , ‘OOIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII…..’ and that sudden shift in the tone and respect did it for him and I didn’t even have to waste anymore words! That uncultured threat silenced him and with a cold but frightened stare he moved back to his seat too, slowly.

Cursing myself for this sudden ill fate, I went to the front of the bus to check on things. As the bus is fully stationary now and the rain wasn’t too bad, there was no big spray of water. I asked the doctor in a soft tone , ‘ How is he doing?’ and the old chap replied without even turning to me, ‘Thank you madam for restoring some calmness here, it helps indeed. Just cleaning his wounds with antiseptic and dressing him up. Thankfully most injuries are superficial.’ Turning to the driver, I asked, ‘Are we not close to the midnight stop ?’ he nodded quickly, ‘Yes madam, its only 10 kms from here.’

Without thinking too much I switched into situation mode, ‘Ok, drive us there right now. SLOWLY and Carefully OK? and doctor, take this guy also to the back of the bus away from the rain. We’ll get help when we get there.‘ Both of them nodded silently and did as they were told, and the driver was glad that someone else is handling the situation and not him. ‘Ok madam’ he said and started driving slowly. We had other buses go past us, but we stuck to our plan and did not stop or try to hail them down. As the bus rolled on slowly I went to the back of the bus and told the passengers, ‘We are going to get to the nearest highway refreshments stop first, then figure out the next steps’ some of them nodded, others were similarly grateful that someone connected to authority is there in the bus and is handling it well.

With his face covered in a big towel to protect from the howling wind and also to avoid any more flying glass pieces from the remnants of the windshield still stuck to the passenger side, the driver carefully made his way to the well lit up highway stop and parked closest to the restaurant. All the passengers got off the bus with their bags and belongings. As we got down, the driver called his company office and explained the situation and they promised to send a replacement mini-bus that they had in spare from another town, an hour away from our location.

When this was communicated to the waiting passengers in the restaurant, again some of them began expressing their displeasure, but when I raised my voice, making it clear to everyone that we all were impacted and no one likes to be in this situation anymore than the next person, they calmed down. They were free to try and board any other bus, to get home, while waiting. But most of them stayed put and didn’t even bother trying, as our destination was not the most popular route and at that time of the night, there were not many buses heading in that direction anyways.

The injured cleaner was helping himself to a Tea and most others followed suit, making themselves comfortable while waiting. I put my hand on his shoulder and asked in a kind voice if he is OK. He broke down crying, ‘Sorry madam sir, it’s all my fault’ in Hindi. I squeezed his shoulder and sat him down, told him to relax and pulled out some napkins rom the nearby table and wiped his tears. I could literally see gratitude running down his cheeks in the way of tears. ‘Its OK, don’t worry about it, important thing is you’re safe now with just light injuries.’ As I tapped his shoulder and moved on, I knew the poor kid is there awaiting his fate the following day at work.

The only happy lot were the restaurant owner, as this meant good news for their business and he yelled at the night-chef to fire up the second gas burner and gear up for the extra orders flying their way, with many people resorting to comfort in FOOD when they were in stressful situation!!

As things settled down somewhat, I finally remembered my own situation and stepping to the corner of the restaurant, called my dear hubby Ravi. As expected, he was fast asleep and actually sounded annoyed and gruffy at being woken up and promptly complained, ‘Vandanaa.. what happened? waking me up at this hour? I just went to bed 2 hours back, Alarm is at 4AM to get up to do all the preparations to head out by sharp 7AM when the van comes to pick us all up. Calling form the Bus? You won’t be late right? You’ll normally reach here around 6AM right?

With a sigh, I explained to him what happened. There was a long silence at his end. While I waited for him to respond, all I could hear was the cacophony of the noise at the midnight kitchen at the motel coming to life in full. He slowly spoke, after a long pause, ‘I don’t know what to do Vandu. Everything is arranged and it’s not just me, but everyone from our house, the three neighbours from the street, all of us need to be at the marriage hall before 8 AM! There is a whole day of function and then the reception in the evening and the marriage at early following morning. We will all be staying there overnight. Not to mention, its a long one hour’s drive to the bride’s family village, we can’t be late!!’

‘I’ll leave the house unlocked. Our next door neighbour Sudhakar’s son Ajay is staying home and not attending the marriage, as he has some term exams in a few days. Our maid Latha will be cooking for him, I will ask her to make some breakfast for you as well. Let me know when you reached home and try to make it at least tomorrow for the marriage. Sorry you’re stuck Vandu’ . I sensed some sort of remorse as he said it. I sighed wondering why I even bothered taking leave in first place and part of me felt relieved that I didn’t have to go join all the actions. I responded meekly , ‘Ok dear, you go back to sleep. I will text you when I am home and won’t bother you as you will be very busy as its your Brother-in-law’s sister’s marriage. A close relation indeed.’ Not bothering to sugarcoat my bitter sarcasm, I disconnected the phone and ordered a strong Tea while we all awaited the replacement bus.

What was initially one hour, took a whole extra hour and 2 hours later the replacement bus indeed, turned out, and it happened to be a mini-bus, nonetheless. It was just a matter of luck that our bus originally was booked only to half its capacity. None of us complained, but as we all boarded, including the injured cleaner, it was really cramped for space! I found myself tightly wedged at the window seat of last row, at the back of the min-bus, squeezed by a huge giant of a man seated next top me, who alone would normally require 2 seats! He smiled showing all his beetle nut stained teeth and in a gentle voice thanked me with all his sincerity for helping out earlier today. My heart melted momentarily, but that’s about it. I Soon as the bus moved, he began snoring and I lost count the number of times I had to push him off me, as he kept falling over me.

The mini-bus was flying as fast as it could, to make up for the lost time and despite myself, with all the undulations of the rickety bus, I soon felt lulled into sleep too and when I woke up, it was already the first day light and the bus had stopped to drop off the first set of passengers. In the next couple of hours, it slowed down a lot, with the build up of traffic and people getting down in ones and twos at various stops and when it was almost 9AM when most of the people got off the bus including the WWF wrestler who sat next to me, the bus stopped in the village before my stop. The driver announced, that this will be the last stop as they are running late for their original appointment and requested myself and the 2 others in the bus to get off.

The other 2 people had no issues as that was their intended destination, while It wasn’t for me. When I protested, they pleaded me to take the local transport, the town bus to the next village. Rather exasperated, in no mood to argue or threaten the poor guys who are only trying to do their job and as such nothing is urgently waiting there for me home, I got off the bus with my bag.

As I got down, the remnant of the cool air was washing me all over, even as the sun came out in full force already and reminding me what it’s capable of! I slowly walked to the bus stop adjusting my hair and the saree, rubbing my eyes to wake up fully. More bad news, as I just reached the Town bus stop. I found out that the bus I had to take had JUST left a few mins ago and the next one is at least an hour later! I checked the GPS in my phone for walking route and it said 5kms and I decided to walk it off instead of waiting.

It turned out to be a good decision at first, as I walked through the small roads through the tiny neighbourhoods, thanks to the short cuts, with people staring at me, suitably so…. giving looks akin to who is this stranger.. and couple of people even asked me if I needed some help and if I was lost. Southern Hospitality at its best OR Southern Suspicions at its worst ! Depending on the type of lens you put on to view this world!! Eventually, I reached the outskirts of my village after a slow, leisurely walk of over an hour and half and as I trodded down to our house, with my blouse fully drenched in sweat and sticking to my back and with my forehead showing beads of perspiration running down the sides of my face, with the sunglasses putting me properly out of place with my surroundings! Checking my phone, I saw Ravi’s message that they were leaving and the house is left unlocked and the boy next door is staying back and food’s organised etc. repeating what he said over the phone, in a text message - just doing his ‘due diligence’ ! Just replied a single line ‘Ok, just reached home’ and walked on further into our street.

As I walked past my neighbour’s house towards mine, it was Imran, who first spotted me. He came out shouting, ‘Deeeiii AJAY… look who is here!!!! ‘ and looking at me with a bright smile and with a happiness that seemed 200% genuine and sincere, ‘Good Morning Police Aunty!!!’ he said with a mischievous smile!’ I smiled and nodded, noting that he also had started calling me AUNTY now just like Ajay, from the previous time where he was calling me ‘Madam’. …‘Sshh.. keep your voice down Imran. (worried if others would hear him call me Police) Good morning to you too’ sounding tired but equally happy to see him and Ajay who just then ran out of the house too at the same time and out of habit came rushing to me and gave me a quick hug! Nothing in half measure with Ajay. As he hugged, his fingers properly ran through my sweaty bare lower back and he gave both my hips a quick but good squeeze before releasing me. Seeing me jerk in response with a yelp, made both the boys laugh and I swatted Ajay at the back of his head, ‘properly’, smiling.

Ajay was launching a fake complaint holding his head. It felt GOOD to see a couple of kids without a hidden agenda (or so I thought!!) after being around amongst all the calculating grown-ups. I heartily Hi-Fi’ed Imran and they both complained why I didn’t call them and why i chose to walk all the way. Imran was particularly annoyed as he shouted pointing at his father’s MotorBike parked outside the house in annoyance - ‘Come on Aunty, you could have given me the chance to be your Hero !! ‘

I laughed aloud, feeling suddenly happy, forgetting all the misgivings that the day had thrown upon me thus far. I gently rubbed his hair and said, ‘that’s very kind of you Imran. Anyway, boys, I need to go now to get a shower and some rest. I am a bit tired’, I announced. Ajay slapped Imran’s shoulder and announced, ‘Oh sorry sorry aunty, please you get some rest. Latha has already cooked lunch. We will bring it sometime later once you are rested.’ In response I looked at them both and with a wink, ‘Thank you both, but don’t think of anything naughty like the last time.. or else, remember the last time you tried to pull your tricks on me??!!’ and pulled out my hand close to Imran’s crotch in a gesture to hold his balls- reminding him of what he had to endure for trying silly stuff , the last time. He had his balls squeezed hard as punishment for his silly moves during the last trip! Indeed, remenbering well, he shook all over. Seeing the terror on their face, I pulled my hand back laughing and patted his shoulder reassuringly…

‘Just kidding boys’!!, I said still laughing aloud, as it was priceless seeing their faces a moment ago! Hearing them join in my laughter, with the release of tension palpable on their faces and with Imran muttering ‘Thank you Aunty’ , I nodded at him with the same big smile as I began walking to my house. It was around midday. As I walked past them Imran whispered to Ajay ‘today is the day dude. this aunty is hyper hot and no one’s around!!’ with Ajay nodding furiously as they ran into their house.

As specified by Ravi, the main door was closed but not locked. I just opened it and stepped in closing behind, not bothering to bolt it shut from inside. It felt strange, coming back to that house when it is totally EMPTY of existence. All my memories ever since my years of marriage, the house had always been a hive of activity with my in-law and helping hands always buzzing around and the lack of that ambient noise felt eerie at first. I roamed around the cavernous main hall and the massive kitchen to take in all the emptiness and walked upstairs to the bedroom of that ghost house and entering it, leaving the door open I dropped my bag at the entrance and switching the ceiling fan to high, sprinted to the bed and dropped myself there. After a good long minutes of feeling the soft cushions of the bed caressing and snugging my back and my aching stiff thighs and the legs, I finally stood up and lazily stripped the saree and the wet blouse off and chucked it to the floor.

Flipping on the music player that I presented to my dear hubby a few years ago for his birthday which was since then suitably gathering dust in a corner in our bedroom, brining it to life, letting it blare in full volume, with not a care in the world as no one’s home, I let some latest hits from my phone’s spotify connect to the player, shaking my hips to the tune I slipped out of my petticoat and underwear and kicking them off to different corners and jumped in the shower and enjoyed the hot water on offer, thanks to the working geizer , finally at our on-suite and stayed there for a long while, losing track of time, letting the hot water wash me through and through. Taking time to lather up while singing along to the hum of the blaring Bollywood hit song I eventually finished the shower and feeling refreshed, stepped out, drying up. Shutting the music off, I unceremoniously opened my bag at the entrance of the bedroom, ignoring the open bedroom door, fetched my old nighty and slipped it on, not bothering with any inners and went straight to the bed and dropped myself with a bang.

With the cool breeze from the ceiling fan, accentuated by the gentle natural breeze from the open first floor window and the sleep inducing sound of the fan above me, put me to sleep in no time, as soon as i shut my eyes, laying on my back and legs spayed wide and arms to my side! All that walking and tiredness and a rough night’s bus ride had put me out like a light switch!

I lost track of time of how long I slept like that! A gentle rubbing of a hand on my forehead woke me up!! As I opened my eyes, I saw Ajay’s face right over me!! as I tried to make sense of it, I felt my right leg being pulled up and I looked down to see my leg’s on Imran’s lap who is sitting on the other end of the bed and before I could say anything he started gently pulling my toes one by one, each of them clicking out aloud!! GAAWD it felt wonderful!! I started saying ‘What the!…’ but instead what came out of my mouth was a gentle moan, ‘aaaaww…..’ as his strong hands pressed the sole of my bare foot ever so gently! That’s when I realised how wonderful the gentle foot massage has been, and irresistibly closed my eyes and smiled.

Meanwhile Ajay gently tug at my freshly Shampoo’ed hair, running his fingers through the base, began gently scratching and kneading my scalp. Imran moved forwards a bit more and pulled both my legs up now on his lap and began gently kneading my calves, gently sliding my nighty slide up around my knees, while whispering, ‘Sssshh.. Police aunty, relax a bit’ and with a silly giggle, typical of a teenager, ‘if it feels good, why don’t you relax and enjoy, aunty!’

As his fingers carried on the gentle magic, I opened my eyes to take in the emerging scene in front of me! The tip of my legs in between his parted legs and my heels pressing down upon his right inner thigh over his tracksuit trousers, while his hands meticulously kneading at my claves and his eyes locked into mine as he watched me with a serene smile! He asked almost in a whisper, ‘Liking it Police Aunty?’ I smiled at him and let on an almost imperceptible nod and as if on cue, Ajay who was seated behind my head slipped his hands to the sides and pulled my hands up gently over my head and began pressing my palms and focussed on the fleshy finger web of my right hand with both his hands, gently massaging it. THAT felt Insanely wonderful as I groaned in pleasure, as Ajay whispered, ‘Aunty, you are super tired because of the long walk today carrying that bag of yours too!’ I nodded with my eyes closed, surrendering myself to the little pleasures and comforts of life!!

With this unimpeded serenity carrying on for a few more moments I settled into a lull, appreciating what the boys have been doing, with Ajay announcing in whisper close to my ears, ‘Relax Aunty, allow us to do this for a few minutes. We brought lunch for all of us and its on the kitchen table, lets go eat in a few mins, but first relax, OK?’ and I nodded and purred, ‘Ummmm….’ In the next few moments, Imran pulled my left leg closer to his crotch, adjusting himself a bit and raised my right leg gently to make my knee point upwards and the sole of my right foot press down upon his outstretched right thigh. As he did that, two things happened! The toes of my left leg began brushing and pressing gently at first, then PROPERLY against his crotch and in particular, push against his balls and what I felt like his Fast growing erection! My own breathing picked up pace, as I realised it, and not wanting to kill the moment, I kept my eyes shut!! The other thing I was completely oblivious and distracted to was, as he raised my right leg, parting it a bit in the process and pulled my left leg closer to him and pressing it down firmly with his hands as he massaged - with the seam of the nighty already hiked up to around my knee level, with my legs parted, he has been getting an UNHINDERED view under my nighty to all my wares beneath! Ajay noticed precisely the view Imran has been treated with - JUST by observing the way in which Imran’s facial expressions changed in an instant!!!

Imran has always been a studious chap and the topper of the class! Now, its no exception again. He spent every second at his disposal to hone his biology skills by carefully examining (aka. Peeking into) my intimates, fervently taking notes for his anatomy lessons!!! This is probably why my left leg could feel the rapidly towering erection in his trousers everytime he pressed my leg against his crotch!!

Not the one to be left behind, Ajay too switched hands to focus now on my left hand, while resting my right hand on his lap and casually pulling it closer to his crotch as if trying to reach further out to my left hand shoulder and arms! While he did that, thanks to my hands stretched over my head, a healthy amount of my cleavage spilled out of the neckline of that woeful old nighty, offering him a phenomenal view of generous amount of my braless tits !! With the left hand working on my left upper arm, he moved his right hand to grab my right upper arm at the triceps and began gently kneading them both and as his fingers lazily slipped under the very loose sleeves of the nighty and began lazily scratch my right clean-shaven smooth arm pit, as if unintentionally, he could spot the impressions of slowly hardening nipples forming over the nighty right in front of his eyes and as a result, my right hand that has been resting all along on his crotch, could now ALSO feel the snake within, wake up, briskly!!!

My right hand laying there limp, over my head, at Ajay’s crotch has been and invitation!! It’s been a silent invitation for me to explore! As he adjusted positions at every passing knead and press and squeeze, I found my fingers more and more in a position to properly brush against his springy cock now literally dancing at my accidental brushes in his baggy shorts! In the end, after resisting for what seemed like an eternity, but in reality only a few moments, I found myself gently WRAP my fingers around his erection, still keeping my eyes tightly shut, letting my fingers run along the contours of what I’ve been discovering! when I let my hand slide all the way down to feel his balls,I gave it a gently squeeze and I heard an Immediately sharp audible gasp, behind me. That brought a sly naughty smile to my face as I released my grip and resumed my trekking activity to allow my fingers to climb along his “little mount Everest” feeling every part of the terrain!

He reached forward and planted a gentle kiss on my forehead and whispered, ‘Liking it Auntyyyyyyyyy ???’ with my head buried deep into the soft pillow I simply smiled, as Just then at the same time, my left foot’s toes were digging deep into Imran’s balls too with my big toenail at the base of his ramrod stiff tool while the remaining toes lazily push against his sensitive nethers and I could instantly feel his body sizzle all over too!

Imran reached forward, closer to me a bit, now both his hands on both my knees, cooed in a croaky voice, ‘Having fun Auntyyy?’ still shivering, and his eyes still ON TARGET!! As I smiled back in response, he went one further, ‘Yes sure, I can see that CLEARLY’ , as he spotted the shimmering wetness forming from my slightly parted pussy lips!! That reply brought me back to senses, as I knotted my brows and opened my eyes and asked, ‘WHAAAT?’ and Just then my world came all crumbling down when I realised the kind of free-show that I had been putting up, to Imran, all along - He didn’t even care to look at me and was focussed on the view that was on offer!

I asked again, ‘WHAT?’, intending to ask in fact, ‘What the hell are you doing Imran?’ but that was all I could manage… In response, he quickly slipped his right hand further down inside my nighty even as I watched and grabbed at my pussy lips right ON!!!! cooing in excitement, ‘Yes, you see Aunty, you’ve been having fun’ and with his fingers grabbing my pussy lips he said with a lusty smile, ‘YOU ARE HAVING FUN TOO AUNTYYYY!!’

Next instance I shrieked in shame and shouting, ‘STOP IT IMRAAAAAAAAN, NOWW!!!!’ and as I tried to get up, found Ajay holding my arms tighter now.. behind my head, preventing me from a quick getaway and he too claimed, laughing ‘Admit it Aunty, you are having FUN no? I will leave your hands only then!’ Imran, all hyped up now, joined in with a big guffaw of laughter, ‘Yes admit it Aunty, if not we won’t let you go’ and with that he stated slipping his middle finger inside my pussy and it slipped in like an ice-skater sliding down the slopes - so smooth and slick!!! The only modicum of good-thing in all of this, as I struggled and splayed to free myself, embarrassed to the core at the suddenness of how this situation manifested itself, shouting at the top of my voice with red-cheeks in shame was, the nighty still stayed around my knees covering up Imran’s hand that slipped underneath!!

As I felt his finger wiggle now inside my very wet pussy, I shouted, ‘Imran PLEASE NOOO.. STOP IT… , AJAY … LET me go, NOWWW! or else you will be in big trouble!!!!’ as I spoke I clamped my thighs shut impulsively, trapping imran’s hand, but this didn’t deter him one bit and as he wiggled his finger within me, I felt my face flush and burning hot as I JERKED and SHOOK my hips in response to every wiggle, and just then Ajay’s hands slipped under my nighty sleeves and he dug all his finger nails into my pits and began tickling me!!! He held his body weight fully on my hands preventing me from moving them off! I am quite strong but at this height of confusion and a build of a breaking dam I found it extremely hard to free my hands and the tickling really made me go insane as I shook my torso all around with both my hands and legs TRAPPED securely by the little deamons!!!

‘STOP ! STOPPP ! STOP IT YOU RASCAL AJAY!!! RIGHT NOW… Hhhaa..ahhahaaa…THHHEEEE… HHHEE..,hhannna… Ph..ll..llleaaasseee… ‘ as beads of tears tricked down the corner of my eyes due to excessive laughter. No amount of pleading would do here for these devils as I noticed from the corner of my eyes, Imran in the height of his lustful fury, grabbed at the seam of the nighty and began hiking it up all the way, towards my hips to make me bare-bottom properly to relish the view of his handy-work (quite literally speaking!)…

Screaming a NOOO, eaten alive by shame, for being done in so properly by them two naughty rascals, I found my right hand was not as securely latched as the left by Ajay and managing to free i up just in time and with the free hand instantly pushing Ajay off to the floor, I sat up and grabbed Imran by his T-shirt’s collar, filled with rage! His demeanour instantly changed from lust to fear and he locked eyes with me now, again, but now with pure terror in his eyes as he mumbled, ‘sorry police aunty’ !! with his finger still inside me, with my thighs locking his hand ! he let go of the nighty he was holding up and even pulled it back down all the way back to my knees, as a truce, as he looked at me shaking now all over.

Even as I looked at him, in rage, I realised, that it was equally my fault too, to let them do this to me. With a shake of my head I loosened the grip on his T-shirt Collar. In response, the naughty rascal wiggled his finger one last time, to see me JERK my hips in response, Screaming at the TOP of my voice, ‘IMRAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAN!!!!’ and he mumbled a sorry but as he saw me jerk to his finger-wiggle, even as I shouted I noticed his cock jumped up in his crotch. Despite the situation, I didn’t fail to notice it. As I saw that in the corner of my eyes, it fascinated me to no end!

Nevertheless, I shouted again, ‘Imraaan’ and took the cue and tried to pull his hand off me and realising that I am the one not letting him go now, I loosened the grip and parted my legs and he immediately slipped his hand out and jumped off the bed, standing a respectable distance away, muttered a dozen more SORRYies to me even as I pulled down and adjusted the nighty properly. At his side, Ajay stood up too slowly and mumbled his own repetitions of apologies. Imran couldn’t resist sniffing his fingers even as Ajay spoke. ‘STOP THAT YOU RASCAL IMARAN! Wash your hands NOW!!! ’ I screamed in embarrassment, seeing the lust snake its head into him again. He ran to the on-suite bathroom immediately to do as he was told, as I watched him wash his hand with soap.

I sat there for a few moments, regaining my composure. Then barked at them both, ‘OK, off you go downstairs and prepare the lunch, heat it up etc. I’ll get dressed and come downstairs in a few mins. Lets eat!’ Letting a collective sigh of relief, ‘Yes yes Aunty, sure Aunty, right away’ and Imran ran downstairs and Ajay, before leaving, collected my saree and the other soiled clothes on the floor, swiftly, claiming, ‘if its OK Aunty, I will dump them for the washing’ and I watched him pick up my stuff strewn all over the floor and vanish in the next seconds.

I plonked myself back on the bed.. and let out a big sigh.. wondering why the hell on earth this happens to me all the time!! After a few minutes, I got up and got dressed properly in a blue cotton saree that I brought along and walked downstairs and even as I began climbing the stairs down, the wafting aroma of the hot food invited me along, reminding how ravished I’d been all day!

The boys were there waiting obediently with the roti and sabzi dish served and plated up, all ready to pounce in. As I came downstairs, we all ate with little to no conversation whatsoever, and any talking was only limited to food, pass this , pass that etc. Once we have all had our tummies full, I felt better too by now and food in the empty stomach had made a big difference in improving my mood overall.

After finishing up and cleaning up the table etc. sitting in the main hall sofa with the boys seated opposite to me, with the day still young, with the time, hitting only 2 PM in the afternoon, I called Ravi, but as expected he was too busy to pick up, so I messaged him to say that I will try to join them tomorrow and will rest here for the day. I looked up at them and asked, ‘So, what plans for the rest of the day for you two?’ to hold a conversation.

Imran was the first to speak, ‘If it’s OK for you Aunty, will you teach us driving? Ajay’s father’s Jeep is here and no one in their family around’ he ventured eagerly! ‘and sorry again Aunty’ he said with his ‘PUSS-IN-BOOTS’ look. I chuckled and responded, ‘You naughty Rascal’ and nodded giggling, but reminded them, ‘by the way, I am not your School Science Teacher! so don’t have the same ideas with me!!’ they both nodded with very serious face and Ajay stressed again, ‘Sorry Aunty, we just got carried away a bit. so sorry’, but Imran let out his mischievous glint and ventured a bit boldly, ‘Our Physics miss? What do you mean Aunty? Not in our wildest dreams we can get you naked and do what we did to her in the examination table Police Aunty. You will arrest us! ’ and giggled, as if he laid a challenge to me!

I laughed and shaking my head, ‘Yea about that, what exactly happened there?’ my curiosity picking up. Imran seemed glad that I bit his bait and in a calm voice, replied, ‘Oh there is the whole rest of the afternoon to discuss this, during the driving session and outside right?, If it’s OK, Ajay, can you make us all your trademark coffee! Ajay makes very good coffee Aunty, even his mum is fond of it you know?! ’ With no need for a second invitation, Ajay vanished POOF like Jerry does in Tom and Jerry from his sofa, to the kitchen and was already on to making filter coffee as I sat back laughing. ‘So tell me Imran, when are your exams coming up and how are you both preparing?’ and the conversation steered along studies and he was a transformed chap - fully serious about his ambitions to become a doctor and how he nurtures his ambition to serve the society, in particular, dedicate his life to the needy and less well to do and laid out his idealisitc lofty goals of service first, money next. I sat there listening in rapt attention, utterly fascinated by the extreme contradictions of this boy’s characteristics.

As the coffee arrived and as we all sipped the really nicely done coffee, Ajay claimed, in comparison, a more mainstream ambition to become an Engineer in Technology sector. As we were done with the coffee, We all walked out of the house locking the main door, into the scorching sun, towards the rear door of Ajay’s house as Ajay ran inside to fetch the keys to his father’s Jeep!