Chapter 22b - The Trip - “The Driving Lessons!

" Hi All,  Hope y'all enjoy reading this relatively short yet potent update. I thoroughly enjoyed this write up, relishing in on the naughtiness on offer from Ajay and Imran here with their favorite Vandana Aunty all in the pretext of driving lessons!" 

Chapter 22b - The Trip - “The Driving Lessons!”

 Ajay ran back with the keys and we all went to his dad’s granite coloured old Jeep. We got in and Imran sat next to me, all excited with a true childish glee! I laughed seeing his enthusiasm and turned the keys on, firing the ignition. The old engine spluttered to life . As we felt the hum and the vibration of the engine go through us, I turned to him and asked casually, ‘So, where to Mister? guide me. Am not so familiar with the village.’ Imran nodded happily and chirped, ‘There is an open ground at the outskirts of the village aunty. It’s usually empty. Lets go there.’

In the next 10 minutes we reached the location and true to his words, it was completed barren, open space. Hot air was blowing dust-swirls here and there. The huge clearing was, surrounded by thorny bushes on all sides. Ajay reached forward and planted his hand gently on my shoulder, and added helpfully, ‘Later around sunset, people come here to play cricket Aunty, but not now for another couple of hours’

I nodded and looked to my left, where Ajay’s hand was lazily rubbing my blouse sleeve. Noticing my ‘look’ he slipped his hand off, laughing casually, while Imran picked up and added almost inaudibly, ‘Nice BLOUSE Aunty!!’ and ventured rubbing the shoulder sleeve. I grinned and slapped his hand off, ‘Thank you! but can we focus on why we came here?’

Gently rubbing his stinging wrist from the fresh slap he received, Imran nodded quickly, ‘yes, Yes Aunty’. I nodded and asked him, ‘Have you had any experience driving before or is it the first time?’ as I leaned a bit towards him, pressing my hand on the long gear-stick between the front seats, with the purpose built old-style, ex-military jeep devoid of any Arm rest or other practical comforts between the 2 front seats, other than the floor-level hand-brake.

Ajay’s eager face was sticking through the gap between the 2 front seats and as I leaned forwards towards Imran, he nudged by cheek with his nose, but this was ‘properly’ accidental as we both knew. He quickly pulled back a bit, saying, ‘oops sorry aunty’ but again while saying so, gave my blouse a gentle rub over the left shoulder sleeve and in low voice, ‘still a very nice blouse Aunty you are wearing’ with a wicked smile.

I nodded at first, to the sorry, but then smiled, turning back to look at him, confused. It was just a regular yellow coloured cotton matching blouse, for the yellow printed saree that I picked up to wear. There was NOTHING special about my blouse and YET the two rascals have been ON at it, praising the blouse, ‘NON-STOP’. I turned and shifted my left hand from the gear stick to grab Ajay by his T-shirt collar, closer to me and with a big grin, asked him, ‘Come on, Out with it! What is it? what is the naughty plan you both are up to??! What is it about my blouse?!’ It was driving me crazy, as I could ‘feel’ they are up to something and with their innocent-looking yet ‘devilish’ smiles, they are proving to be tougher to crack than some of the criminals at the station where I’d worked in the past to extract confessions.

Ajay was about to respond and say something, but as I sat half-turned, facing Imran with one hand on the steering wheel and the other still grabbing Ajay, the pallu had slid off to one side, baring my left breast over the blouse fully. Not the one to waste an opportunity, Imran reached his hand out quickly to rub my left side, just under my left armpit, under the outstretched left hand, running his fingers slowly, along the blouse, taking time, with his fingers lazily feeling a bit of my side-boobs as he did, spoke as he stroked me, ‘Ajay is right Aunty, this is a lovely blouse! I’ll tell you why! Only because YOU are inside it Aunty. I strongly feel, there is nothing special in it otherwise. Just to confirm that, you should take it off!!!’

I glared at Imran and shouted in a high pitch embarrassed voice, ‘WHAT? Take it OFF? NO !!! NOOO WAYYYYYYYYY!!!‘ Even as I shouted, I felt my cheeks redden in shame at the directness of that naughty request! Ajay smirked and giggled, adding, ‘Aunty you look so beautiful when you are shy, like right now, your cheeks turning red!! Aunty, you will be even more beautiful without the blouse. Just take it off no?’ he said chuckling. Just then I had released Ajay’s T-shirt Collar and was about to push off Imran’s pesky hand caressing my blouse, as he began by now to spread his fingers to access, to rub and gently push and prod the side my left breast. But that remark from Ajay had me distracted as I reddened in embarrassment even more and reached out to grab him again, shouting, ‘AJAY YOU RASCAL! YOU PIG!’ a shy smile formed in my lips even as I shrieked. But as I reached out to grab him, he was better prepared this time and with a big laugh he pulled back to the other corner of the rear seat, escaping out of my hand’s reach.

But, as I held on to the steering wheel with my right hand for support and leverage and stretched my left hand to the full, to attempt to grab Ajay, with Imran’s hand already on my blouse, Imran’s eyes LIT UP at the opportunity!!!! Unable to resist the temptation, like any red-blooded young male would react, Imran properly grabbed my defenceless left breast and gave it a proper Good Squeeze over the blouse!!

The suddenness of that move made me JERK all over. Shaking in impotent rage, cringing in shame, I yelled, ‘Imran you DEVIL’ and pushed him off. He completely expected this and with a sheepish grin mumbled a ‘Sorry Aunty, that was too good a chance to miss, but that felt WONDERFUL! only thing that would beat it would be to do the same without the blouse! so take it off no, please?’ he said bringing his index finger to point to my blouse, sniggering, really close to my left breast yet again. I looked down at his finger, mere milli-meters away from the same left breast he targeted a moment ago, even as I responded to him in a meek voice, ‘You are Crazy Imran. I am not taking anything off’ (that actually sounded much lamer than I intended to) !

As I spoke, he noticed the forming of a vague impression of my hardening nipple, even through the bra and the blouse, - thanks to his own “handi-work” of giving me a good squeeze, a moment ago! Unable to resist pointing at my stiffening nipple, with his widening eyes, ‘Oh No , Take off your blouse Aunty please, so we can see this properly! Is it what I think it is Aunty?’ and even as I looked down to see what he meant, he quickly poked my nipple! properly! All three of us watched transfixed in daze, seeing his finger poke my breast right where my areola was and half his finger actually dug into my soft flesh!! To me, especially it seemed to happen in slow motion and time stood still, as I took the scene in! all of it in! etching deep, in my memory! The boys too gawked! even Imran couldn’t believe what he had just done!

I reacted first, with a scream, shouting, ‘You Rascal Imran!!!! Take your hand off me, You scoundrel!!!!” and slapped his hand real hard, as he retracted his hand off, wincing in pain, actual pain, as I felt an impotent rage of not being able to keep these brats in control. As I sat back adjusting the pallu, covering up fully, taking some deep breaths with my eyes closed, I thought, DAMIT , what the hell is happening to me! - ignoring the sorries I heard coming from both Imran and Ajay. My mind was working in overdrive, trying to make sense of that casual invasion of Imran and the way he poked my chest, right at my nipple, the more i thought, the more I felt the shiver waves forming within me!

All that, and I have not even started one minute of teaching driving yet to either of the boys!

I started the car and began driving in a slow circle around the empty ground, to clear my head, mulling over in silence, of what just happened. Part of me was all gooey and in flames, while the other half of me was chiding myself for just ‘letting them get by with this nonsense’ and not keeping the rascals in checK!! But there was SOMETHING! an inexplicable magnetism and charm in their naughty faces. Shaking these thoughts off, adjusting the pallu again properly, taking a big sigh, I stopped the car in the middle of the ground, I asked them bluntly, ‘So, you boys are still interested in driving or you are just interested ONLY on my blouse?’

Imran blurted out quickly, ‘Yes Aunty Yes, very keen to learn driving, although I wouldn’t say NO, if you wish to also take off your blouse’ with that same wicked smile. Ajay added, ‘yes right now will be good too aunty’ and giggled. Seeing his naughty smile, I grinned too and asked him - ‘Now will be good for what Ajay?’ he replied quickly, ‘driving aunty, I mean, driving’.

‘So, before you rascals began meditating about my blouse, I asked you both, if you had driven before?’ The boys giggled, with Ajay repeating, ‘meditating’ and giggled louder. I couldn’t help but smile along too. ‘Ok that’s enough you naughty rascals! That’s enough! So Imran, is this your very first time?’, he asked me back innocently, ‘Driving Aunty?’ whew!! that was a LOADED response and even as I considered it, he quickly added, ‘Yes Yes Aunty, first time’.

Ajay said proudly, ‘But I am already reasonably good Aunty. My father taught me, I could manage on my own. I had recently started helping him by bringing things back from our farm to the house sometimes. But of course, its super fun to be with you in here!’ he said with pride brimming all over. I nodded, with a Thumbs up! and reached out to pat his thigh appreciatively ‘That’s Fantastic Ajay!’ and turning around,

‘In that case, let’s start with Imran’ saying I opened the door and stepped out pushing the seat back as far as it could go. Getting the cue, with overflowing enthusiasm, he darted out and ran around eagerly to get into the driver seat and smiled with sense of achievement. Ajay chuckled from the back seat and mocked his dearest friend, ‘Easy Tiger, sitting there doesn’t automatically make you a driver!!’ and we both laughed as Imran shouted back, grabbing on to the steering wheel, ‘Shut up Ajay!!!’

That was a proper off-roader type working farm vehicle. Hence it was very tall, with a huge Wheelbase and other proportions much larger than an average streetcar!   As I stood outside, next to Imran, I noticed that the base of the driver seat was at the level of my hips! Resting my left hand on the headrest of the driver seat, leaning forwards a bit, I patted Imran’s thigh, ‘Can you reach the peddle to your right, on the floor – the accelerator?’ He tried but clearly, he was sitting too far back.

‘Alright sit back, let me pull the chair forwards!’. He nodded with a big smile, ‘Thank you Aunty’ and sat pushing himself back into the chair, stretching and spreading out his legs comfortably with his hands on his lap.  ‘No problems Imran’, grabbing the backrest of his chair with my left hand, leaning forward, I slipped my right hand between my legs to reach for the black knob at the far end of the seat at the floor, to pull it up.  As I reached for it, in the position I was leaning down, facing him, my face at the level of his tummy, the first thing that came to view was his crotch Up-close my chest was rubbing properly against

Holding the side of the backrest for support, as I reached down and grabbed the bulky black handle at the far end of the floor of the seat to adjust, I just then realised how close I was to his lap as I could smell the musky manly aroma from his body!  I pulled up the lever with my right hand and began pulling the chair closer with my left hand. As the chair rolled forward, I turned towards him and, DAMN!!!  I was presented with the “close-up” view! I found myself staring at his bulky crotch even as I asked him ‘Is it OK Imran?’ absently, somewhere in the distance, feeling the chair slide slowly!

As I had been bending down to adjust the seats with both my arms nearly spread-eagle stretched far apart, with the left hand holding the back rest behind Imran and the right hand holding the seat adjuster knob between his legs, my upper body was against his right thigh “properly”!!! Of course, his right hand that was on his lap all this time, would simply NOT let go of an opportunity like this and slowly he began rubbing my low-hanging tits, over the saree even as I was momentarily lost staring at his ‘well-endowed package’ up-close!!

In response to my question earlier, ‘Is its Ok now Imran?’, his open paw and spread-out fingers were crawling over my hanging tits, still over the saree pallu and blouse, rubbing me gently, feeling me up, with his eyes partly shut and the pace of his breath increasing, noticeably!! His spread out fingers were trying to hungrily reach for EVERY possible inch of that precious real-estate that he could lay his hands upon – quite literally!!!

And YET, with the wisdom of Yoda, with his eyes partly shut, he wasn’t rushing things!  He has been stroking his fingers so gently feeling the GENTLE DANGLE of my defenseless tits - with a precision of a Harp Player expertly, stroking the strings of his beloved Harp, enjoying the touch, the feel and the sensation!

I myself, struggled to maintain composure at this unexpected onslaught that I’d unwittingly invited myself into – as I inevitably gasped and shut my eyes, completely spellbound and momentarily lost in the moment! Just before I shut my eyes, I noticed from the corner of my eyes, Ajay pushing himself forward, between the front seats to eagerly take it all in with his eyes almost popping out of their sockets and we both could hear his loud hiss at this brand-new mischief so well-orchestrated by our Harpist!!

After a moment or two, I felt both my nipples respond to this INSANE fingering that I am subjecting myself into, feeling utterly powerless to move my hands from their positions to do anything to stop him!!!   I opened my eyes in a slit, to check out Imran’s face and that what I saw - THAT was a sight to behold! His eyes deeply shut, his breath in a complete disarray as I could see him ALMOST HEAVING his lips Quivering and his forehead covered in beads of sweat - resembled the petals of a Rose, laced with early morning dewdrops!

I’d been fighting to keep my own levels of composure, as his hand is now zoned in over my very-taut right nipple and his finger nails expertly applied the right level of pressure, causing me uncontrollable mini-gasps!  Yet in utter fascination I lowered my sight down to his crotch and if his face was a living-poetry, this proved to be a level more**! Utterly Magical!  As if the great magician David Copperfield himself - in action!**  The package I saw in his crotch, a moment ago, was well hidden, all under control, but now I could see a twitching monster sprung ALL-THE-WAY UP to his left inside his elasticated tracksuit bottoms.  Shifting in its place, non-stop, inside his trousers, around the proper blue tent it had formed pushing his blue trousers! The way the tip of the tent moved around, it threatened to free up from the bonds of his trousers, straining and stretching! That there seemed like a whole new meaning for the word ‘Freedom-Movement’ !!!!  That very thought made me smile, even as I looked at the shifting monster wide-eyed and mesmerized!!

As Imran and I were both distracted in our own ways and were lost in the moment, Ajay reached forward and planted a tight kiss right on my parted lips! That was enough! It broke the spell and brought me back to reality from the world of poetry and impossible metaphors!!!!  Quite stunned by those warm lips of Ajay, onto mine and the wetness of the kiss still screaming in my mind, I pulled back urgently, standing back up, with a yelp, halting Imran’s “harp-symphony”!

As I stood up all of a sudden, Imran who had been busy ‘tuning’ my tits, had pirely out of reflex, grabbed hold of my pallu as I got up and moved back a step away from the car!

I stood there holding my pallu trying to tug it back, while the other end held firmly by Imran, whose initial confusion wore off and the sly grin returning to his face sat up to grab the other end of the pallu now PROPERLY with both his hands, as his grin widened as his gaze dropped down to my generous cleavage and the very pointy nipples!

I realized that I am standing there like the typical Cinema Heroine - losing her pallu, either to her favorite Hero or to villain! I couldn’t figure out yet which one of it is Imran, a Hero or a Villain!  I shouted, ‘Let it go Imran!!!’ in a shy screechy voice, especially as Ajay started whistling from inside the car, just to spice up the moment as the free end of my pallu had now dropped over and covered the massive tent over Imran’s lap as he pulled my pallu, dragging me closer! Screaming aloud, looking around in embarrassment, but not left with much of a choice, I allowed myself to get dragged closer to him, shouting again, ‘Don’t you dare rascal!! Let it go now!!!’ holding tightly to the other end of the pallu close to my hip as I got pulled much closer to him, while Ajay wasted no-time and opened the rear door and jumped out to get around to stand behind me!!!

Feeling Ajay’s hand press my bare shoulder, I looked behind me nervously, ‘What do YOU want now Ajay?’ even as I felt the pressure on the pallu increase more from Imran’s side. Even as I asked, Ajay’s fingers slipped inside the blouse, around my shoulder blade, feeling my bra strap, as he came closer to me and whispered in my ear, ‘You Know what I want Aunty! Take this OFF No? come on! Do it here! It will be a lot of fun! NO ONE is here!’  Oh gosh, these devils are simply relentless, I thought, gasping – as I felt my left bra cup being pulled up, due to the bra strap given a playful tug by Ajay! While not wasting any time, he let slip his left hand around my bare waist and brought t around to gently begin the assault on my navel.

I let a loud gasp and shouted, shivering all over, holding on to the pallu tighter than I ever could have imagined, ‘NOOOOO .. STOP THAT RIGHT NOW AJAY! DON’TTTTT! ’ I screamed in a tone that was part-pleading, part-threatening ! I just realized that I couldn’t use force or stay angry with these playful naughty rascals even if I tried and it’s the smoothness in which they’re on to me and their playful persistence of it all has simply been unnerving!

As he started properly fingering my navel , I couldn’t bear it any longer and screamed, ‘Ajaay no… please STOP, please’ shaking all over. He abruptly stopped, not wanting to push me over the edge and at the same time Imran let go of the pallu as well and as I pulled the pallu back over me heaving heavy breaths, slowly regaining composure, looked around standing at the middle of the hot and deserted dusty ground, Ajay rubbed my shoulder gently over the blouse and reached forward to peck my cheek quickly , whispering ‘Sorry Aunty, we were just having fun with you. Genuinely sorry if you are upset’ he said sincerely. Imran too jumped out of the Jeep and stood awkwardly, unable to hide his raging hard on still, as it was poking and pushing to one side of his trousers , as he reached forwards and with outstretched arms, gave me a clumsy hug, muttering, ‘me too. Sorry Aunty!’ ,even as his gigantic stick poked me as he hugged. He pulled back awkwardly too and went back and jumped into the driver seat again and gestured me to sit in the other side, indicating he is ready.

I shook my head, wondering how I could carry on, as if nothing happened. I turned around and walked away from them to clear my head and assess of what just happened there. I could hear both boys shouting from the jeep - sorry Aunty, please get back. But I carried on walking, ignoring them and their pleas to stop. After several more steps, as usual, Ajay the more dramatic one, quickly stepped out of the jeep and ran behind me. Reaching up to me, he dramatically grabbed my right hand and quickly knelt down in front of me and kissed my hand a few times, making the best possible innocent face he could, looking at me expectantly, ‘Come back Aunty, please! We told sorry so many times no?’

I looked back at his face oozing of charm for a while. My anger slowly melted from within and I finally began to smile, unable to stay upset - especially with those loveable devils for too long.

He sighed in relief and grinned back too. Squeezing my arm, still kneeling down in front of me and kissing my hand again he said, ‘You can even keep your blouse On Aunty, FOR NOW!!! No need to take it off , but please come back now!’. He said so seriously as I burst out laughing, hearing that and repeated, ‘Hahaaa.. FOR NOW? you rascal!!‘ and he stood up happily and repeated, ‘Yes Aunty, FOR NOW, its coming off you eventually, but not now.. as you are upset’ he said giggling. I pinched his cheek and slapped him gently surprised at his cockiness and over confidence, but ended bu blushing, all the same and in a shrill voice, responded, ‘YEA In your dreams mister’ and walked along with him. As we walked slowly slowly back to the jeep, he casually slipped his hand behind me to grab hold of my bare waist, giving it a gentle squeeze! I yelped, ‘Eeeeei… rascal, Don’t start again…’ and held his hand as I walked back, but didn’t push his hand off. He began rubbing my curvy waist, and lowering his voice, asked me, ‘Tell me one thing Aunty, Are you Super sensitive here or very ticklish? ‘ saying so he slipped his hand quickly further in, to slip his fingers around my navel and gently poked my navel with his index finger. He stood and watched in utter fascination how I stopped walking and stood still, visibly shaking as I gasped, and quickly brushed his hand off me and screamed ‘Ajay, Monkey!!! I’ll kill you, don’t do that’ . I could hear Imran laughing aloud, while his hand was at his lap busy with ‘something’!! Ajay hugged me from the sides, pulling me closer by my shoulder and whispered again, ‘Sorry Aunty’ and giggling more, ‘So ! I was right!! YOU ARE WORSE THAN SRIJA MISS .. HAHAA ’

As he started running away, I grabbed him by his hand and stopped him, ‘Wait, What do you mean by that?!! Tell me you monkey?’ half of me was eaten alive by shame at this comparison, while the other half was in utter fascination and intrigue to know more of their by-now famous encounter with their school miss. He just stopped a brief moment and said, ‘ This is how it started with her Aunty, I’ll tell you all about it after we finish Imran driving lesson’ he said, coming closer, gabbing my hand and kissing it quickly, yet again , and ran to the back of the jeep, as we approached it finally. I waved at Imran and went around to the passenger side as if nothing happened, TRYING my best to NOT take note of that huge hard on still staring at us. Ajay shouted as he sat at the back, ‘Finish up your driving lesson soon buddy, Aunty is keen to know more about Srija miss story and you know what, Aunty’s navel is even more delicious than our miss!’ he claimed in excitement and I instantly told him to shut up, still half-staring at the tent at Imran’s lap. Imran grinned back ‘yes yes Sure Ajay, sounds like a plan’ and lewdly ran his hand over his tool, knowing that I had been stealing glances at it. I resisted my natural urge to cross check how Ajay has been doing ‘in comparison’ at his ‘package’ and controlled my temptation to turn around to look at him. Sounding casual, I said, ‘Shall we start Imran?’ and he nodded, ‘yes yes Aunty’

I spent the next few minutes running through the controls, the pedals and the gear-shift mechanism and he listened as usually with rapt attention. When he finally started the jeep and tried to engaged in first gear, he stalled the engine, unsurprisingly! This happened several times and once, accidentally he got the clutch release proportion right and the jeep moved forwards and in panic he took the legs off the pedal and the jeep moved a few feet and shuddered to a halt. We could say, the condition of the jeep just before it stalled was similar to how i felt a few moments ago, at the hands of these little-devils !

As the jeep stalled, Imran had trouble finding the neutral. I tapped his left thigh, ‘press the clutch all the way’ and as he did, directed his hand by placing mine over it and moved the gear stick into neutral and I quickly shook the lever holding his hand, to show the freeness, ‘Is it clear Imran, this is how neutral feels like’ and seeing still the blank look on his face, not sure what went through me as I spotted his own hard on still shifting and moving about in the back ground, as I looked at the gear stick, I reached out and grabbed his erection over the trousers and holding the tip, circling my fingers around it, over the thin elastic trousers and jocks inside, I shook his tool freely, looking at his face, ‘This is NEUTRAL yea? and THIS IS HOW you Shift to FIRST, pushing it all the way to the left and UP, AND then still pushing to the left pull it all the way down and YOU ARE In SECOND? Clear? Do it with the clutch fully pressed! ’ (as I said that, I slipped my fingers down a bit and wrapped around his balls, gave it a good squeeze) ‘ Yea Pressing the clutch FULLY , ALL THE WAY, Get it?’ giving it another squeeze, as I grinned freely seeing him Yelp and sit up now. As I let him go, with a big smile, he nodded in shock, gasping, ‘yes yes Aunty’ with his breath building up fast again! Ajay guffawed at him! Laughing hard, Ajay slapped his friend’s back, ‘This is the BEST possible driving instruction you can get Imran! You will NEVER FORGET the First and Second gears now! Hahaa ’

I sat back in my chair with a giggle, with my mind filled with the thought of feeling his THICK STIFF member over his trousers in the pretext of showing him the gears and with the corner of my eyes I watched Imran go for the keys to turn the engine on again and give it another go. This time, he got it right, perfectly! The Jeep even moved forwards with a slight splutter and shake, nonetheless, it was the achievement of the evening and we could see elation in his face as he slowly managed to move the huge off-road vehicle forward in the empty playground. After a few moments I shouted to him, ‘Yea time to change to the second’ and he did that beautifully!! and he settled down at the slow cruising speed at which the jeep moved around in the second, now getting the feel for the steering and other controls while moving the jeep around, getting used to its size, dimensions, turn radius etc etc. In the next 15 minutes, he felt a lot more ‘at home’ behind the wheel and had even managed to graduate to THIRD Gear and shifting back and forth between Second and Third gears expertly. With no traffic and huge swathes of empty land meant there was little to zero risk of bumping into anything and Imran spent the next half hour, mastering the basic manoeuvres and getting gradually very very comfortable for the first day first sessions. He has been a remarkably quick learner and had mastered getting the jeep to move nearly everytime without stalling and at the close of nearly 45 mins we all felt that it was enough for the day.

H stopped the jeep and turned around, grabbed both my hands and took them to his eyes from the left to the right and back to the left, in a mark of respect and in a voice brimming with sincerity, ‘Thank you so much Aunty for making time to teach me’ and placed a gentle kiss on my hand. I smiled too, overwhelmed a bit, reaching out to rub his cheek gently, with a giggle ‘ Oh Shussh.. no big words Imran. Hope you remember the first and second gears well now’ I said with a naughty grin, looking down at his lap and we all laughed. Of course, by now, the tent he has been sporting has been all but gone!! a testament to the focus levels of Imran!

As we saw a group of much younger boys just then entering the Far end of the field with a cricket bat and ball to start playing, Ajay said pointing to them, ‘We can’t drive here anymore’ but as he said that , he reached forwards and yet again, rubbed my blouse, over the shoulder and even as I pushed his hand off, he said to Imran, ‘Nice driving my friend, BUT there are nicer things here, like Aunty’s blouse’ he said and Imran nodded laughing, ‘yea come on Aunty, how MANY times we have asked you now!!!’ I looked at them both in disbelief, as they complained to me, as if I am being unfair to them!!

Laughing awkwardly I shook my head, blushing again, ‘What ? Nooo.. You boys are CRAZY!!! you know?’ pointing at the far end of the ground, at the children playing. 'Can we not go home?'  I asked lamely, with a worried look.  Patting my shoulder Ajay whispered, ‘No one can see you from here Aunty, come to the back seat no? Please!’ In a desperate attempt to change the topic, I tried, ‘So instead, why don’t you tell me about your Sirja Miss?’ hoping that it would distract them for a while.

He nodded while rubbing my shoulder sleeves, ‘Of course, I promise, we will both share every little detail, but please come back here at the back first and listen to us FREELY, without your blouse!’ he said chuckling and gently rubbing my bare neck around my mangalsutra, feeling it with his fingers, tugging it gently, he added, ‘You don’t have to do this, if you are not comfortable Aunty. we are not forcing you, See for your self, You will get a thrill like nothing else you’d felt’ and coming closer to me, moving my hair covering my right ear, blowing into my ear gently, he whispered, ‘Come on, its not the first time. You became completely topless for us the last time no? what now? This time I am only asking you to strip your blouse!’ ‘Oh , thats not the same ‘ I responded meekly, ‘ that was inside the house, but here, we are out in the open!!’

As Imran too turned around to sit facing me and slipped his hand on my thighs over my saree, lazily running his fingers through my saree pleats, whispering, ‘Come on Aunty, it will be fun’ ,and Ajay gently pulled down the blouse around my shoulder exposing the brown bra and pointing at it, ‘Don’t be too shy Aunty, you have this no? take off the blouse, you are SO beautiful, we want to enjoy your beauty right here. please’

A part of me was all blushing and warmed up like hell - at this persistent cajoling and subtle but non-stop persuasion that was wearing my resistances off properly ,chipping it off bit by it. While the other part of me, the reasoning-self said to give the chaps a good slap and drive back home right now and be done with it.

When has EVER in the history of anything, the reasoning-mind has won over the devilish-mind anything, Ever?!! As I heard Ajay’s whisper yet again, as my own bra strap got pulled at and played with non-stop, ‘Come to the back seat Aunty please’, I sighed and pushing his hand off, looked out for a brief moment taking the scene in, as it seemed low-risk overall, I opened the door and quickly went around to the back of the Jeep. As I got in, Ajay moved to a corner, making room for me, muttering ‘THANK YOU AUNTY , THANK YOU’ and Imran ran around and opened the same door from where I got in, urged me to move to the middle. I moved a bit more to the centre letting him in. It was a huge, spacious jeep, so generous place for all of us, nevertheless I found both of them sitting really rubbing their sides against me.

‘So, Aunty, just as we have been asking you all afternoon, strip your blouse now and give it to me’ said Ajay in a low but triumphant voice, not making any attempt to suppress his grin! I smiled back shyly and whispered unable to suppress my embarrassment too, ‘Rascal!!!’ wondering what the evening has in store for me!!!! all but given in to his persistance! I felt Imran’s hand on my left shoulder beginning to gently slide my pallu as he whispered, ‘Yes Aunty, that’s it!!’