The Presentation

I am an employee, of 35 years of age working for a firm of reasonable size and is currently growing every year in blistering pace. I am fair, attractive and good looking for my age with height 5 ft 7” and structure 36C 30 38 enough to make heads spin. I have recently been moved to a new section within the vast company as a result of some re-organization. I was all set for the new job.
In the new section I had to work with Mr. Raj. Raj is the distant cousin of M.D and has a bad reputation among the female employees of the company. Rumor has it, that the only reason he was not sent off due to his behavior was that he was related to M.D. Well… anyways, I didn’t have time or patience to delve deeper into these worthless gossips. As I was preparing myself for another busy day, there was a knock on the door. I looked up to find an aging man of mid forties standing there.

“I am Raj and I will be sharing the cabin with you madam”. The office structure is such that 2 to 3 employees share a room, a closed cubicle. I was nodding at him and I found that he was taking his time to evaluate me from head to toe inch by inch with a crooked smile on his face. This irritated me first and sensing his penetrating looks at the right (or the wrong) places, I quickly adjusted my salwar, more so in self defense as it was a pretty low necked one.

He offered me his hand and I shook it formally and as briefly as possible. His palm was wet and greasy. I was walking back to my seat, very conscious of his riveting gaze on my undulating ass so openly. I realized for the first time why he had such a reputation among women. With a sigh, I decided to give the man the benefit of doubt.

I busied myself with my new project work. Ten minutes later, I had to pick up one of my confidential files from the common cupboard for the cabin by the side of his seat. As I was facing the cupboard, I realized that suddenly, his fingers were sliding along my deep butt crevice. I was thoroughly shocked beyond words. I dropped whatever I was holding and turned fast and slapped him hard on his face… and shouted at the highest possible pitch “You pervert!”
Out he went without a word and my face was still beet red with rage for a long time. He was back after some time. I felt sorry for slapping him so hard. So, I quickly apologized before leaving for home and told him to behave in the future. He nodded with a seemingly troubled face. I felt my heart lighten many notches.

There was a marked change in his behavior from the next day. He was minding his business and not giving ‘those’ lusty looks anymore. A week and half passed without any events and I started to get a good impression on him. I really felt that he has changed. He would offer a polite smile at me in the morning and would mind his business. I was partly relieved and partly confused since the stories I heard of him were so dirty. He always referred to me as madam with respect and didn’t chat unnecessarily. He would bring me coffee sometimes as a good will gesture. I started like him as a friend.

Few days passed by. One afternoon, I was preparing for an important presentation to M.D and few important heads in the company regarding my next project while Raj stepped in with a tray and cup of coffee. I had dressed up myself in a light green chiffon saree. It was a semi-transparent. I wanted to impress people that day. Raj was aware that I have this meeting in an hour. The coffee was a welcome break. I was so stressed out. I took the coffee readily with a smile and thanked him. He placed the tray containing the coffee poured on the cup and placed the pot for refill separately on the table with due care. When he was turning he knocked the tray by mistake (?) and the coffee from the cup spilled all over my lap on the saree. I screamed as it was hot coffee and jumped from my chair. He was shaking and muttering “sorry madam sorry madam over and over”. I ran to the wash room in a hurry as I was in pain. I poured the cold water from the tap on my skin at my belly and the area and on the saree which was freshly stained with coffee.

The pain subsided mostly after a few minutes but I had to lower the saree a lot as the skin was still itching and burning a bit because of the hot coffee burns and the cool air on the skin was giving me relief. So, I lowered the wet saree a good couple of inches below my deep navel to air the skin in the lower abdomen region as much as possible. I inspected myself in front of the mirror in the washroom. When the pallu is moved a bit, I was looking positively obscene. That pallu was my only protection and I was cursing my decision to wear a transparent saree that day. The itching sensation will subside in a few minutes. The good thing was the burns were very light and wouldn’t cause any scars. I was saying to myself, “It is only a few more hours and it will be over in the evening”. I coffee stain that I washed was still wet now… but I am sure that it would dry soon

I covered myself with the pallu as securely as I could and walked back to my office. I didn’t tuck the pallu back in since it was giving me irritating sensation. So I let it flow behind my shoulder in my usual way. Without much difficulty, one of the newly joined employees was getting an eyeful of my naked deep navel from his cabin as I walked by and was openly ogling at me. I was ashamed at my predicament, but besides myself I was thrilled a bit. Similar behavior was exhibited with some variation by other male colleagues on the way to my room. When I nodded to my colleague Sekar formally, instead of nodding back at me he nodded back absently at my partially exposed midrib. His room is right opposite to mine. My wet saree might have added to the effect or whatever.

I was back to senses when I came back to my room. I was looking for my confidential file for the presentation. It was simply missing!! Raj was not in the room too. The mess that was created due to the coffee spilling was cleaned already. So I thought that the cleaning boy might have misplaced the file while cleaning. “How irresponsible?!” … I was uttering to myself while I started searching for it under and around the table. I was looking on the top of the shelves (just in case) while standing on my tip toes when I heard footsteps. I continued to look for the file over the shelf by moving things around with my hands for a few more seconds while all the time giving an almost uninhibited view of my belly and up to the beginning of my pubic region to Raj who was standing at the door.

When I saw what was happening, I realized that I have left only a few bits and pieces for his imagination and quickly covered myself up. My face turned to deep crimson on seeing Raj’s popped out eyes. “All because of you ...” I told him not really complaining. Then, getting back to more important stuff, I asked him if he had seen the file on the table. He asked me “what file?” with an innocent tone. This tensed me up for good and for a few moments I started thinking about the implications of loosing the most important file for the company meeting which s bound to shape up my career. There was simply no time left to recreate the whole thing. My head was beginning to spin.

From the distance I heard a mild voice calling “madam…Do you really want the file??” That jolted me and brought me fully back to reality. I opened my eyes wide and there he was Raj was still standing there. I nodded to him slowly unable to speak. “I could find it for you, but just like many other things… IT COSTS”, he said. ”I don’t understand, please explain” I said “It costs me what??” I was confused and smelled something brewing up which is definitely not for good. My senses were up to the point of exploding anticipating the next few words from Raj in anxiety. “Yes madam .it costs. If I find the file for you, it costs you your inner wears” he said with a tone of innocence. “What do you mean??” I asked still confused but now obvious of the fact that Raj has something to do with the file. “Madam, I know that it is a very important file and it could shape up your career either way. So, I need something in return to find a file that important. So, the price I ask is simple. I need the brassiere and panties you’re wearing, that’s all”.

It took a while for me to grasp the whole thing. I was shaking from various emotions and was clearly confused to such an extent that I wasn’t sure how to react when I heard the so called ‘offer’. I heard Raj say soothingly in the background “you have nothing to loose ok. You can still make it to the meeting with the file. I shall go out and come back after 5 minutes. When I come in, I expect to see the articles I just mentioned on your table if you need the file back in time. "I have nothing to loose, think about it. If you plan to go to the M.D, I assure you, you can’t prove anything”. with that he left the room locking the door. I sat there dumb stuck for a couple of minutes. Then realizing that the 5 minutes will soon be over and I have no choice left, I stood up slowly and went to the window. I pulled the curtain fully on both the windows. I went to the corner of the room to make sure that no one can see me and dropped the pallu to the floor started to unhook my blouse.

I was soon down to hook number 4 and unconsciously checked the clock to make sure that I have sufficient time before the 5 minutes were up. I quickly took my hands to the back as my fingers were searching for the bra-hook and it was unclasped with in seconds and I peeled the bra off me in one quick pull. I threw the bra on the table hastily and hooked my blouse back quickly. I then, quickly adjusted the pallu back in position. Looking at the clock I quickly lifted the saree up to my waist and inserted my fingers on the wait band and pulled my panty off me in one swift motion. Next moment I lowered the saree and stepped out of my panties. I bent down, picked it up and laid it on the table by the side of my brassiere. I went back to my chair and slumped in it mentally exhausted.

Soon, there was that ‘expected’ knock on the door. I answered ‘come in’ unenthusiastically. To my horror it was not Raj, but it was Sekar from the opposite room. He came to ask if everything is ok since we normally don’t shut the doors unless there is an important meeting! His eyes were bobbing out with surprise to fine me slumped in the chair and my used bra and panties in the middle of the room, on the table. I was thoroughly mortified and managed to say”could you perhaps comeback later please?” almost pleadingly, He nodded understandingly, but stepped out suppressing a giggle. I walked to the door to shut it. Few seconds later there was a knock again and this time I heard ‘Raj here madam’. I said ‘come in’ again. Raj opened the door. He was not alone. He was accompanied by the young janitor boy who cleaned the spilled coffee earlier the day. I was not really in good terms with him as I had caught him stealing the office stationary from my desk many months back. He was the last one I had expected to see now.

He was grinning wide while he entered the room with Raj. He must be in his early twenties. He carried a bag with him. I enquired Raj what the janitor is doing? Raj, said “Oh nothing, he is my good friend and he does little errands for me”. I was very embarrassed to see them staring at my panties on the table. Raj had the file on his hand. One last thing madam “I don’t know how to believe that this is the panty you were actually wearing” pointing to the one on the table he went on “so if this is the one you were wearing from the morning then you shouldn’t be wearing anything now. Please prove that to us madam and I shall give you the file back. If you are too shy, just turn back and lift your saree up to confirm ok?”

I was thunder struck upon hearing this. “What on earth is Ravi (the janitor) doing here?” I meekly managed to ask him with tears already welling up my eyes. “Oh it is just a left over bet between Ravi & I madam, I had bet him a good amount of money that I will show him your bare butt within a month after you moved here and he is about to loose. That is all madam Now if you don’t waste time and proceed” he left the sentence trailing. Fighting up my tears, I remembered one of the rumors about Raj’s ardent betting addiction. “Stand up madam and show us please. We have no time left “. He lurched forward and picked up my brassiere and panties right in front of my eyes with a triumphant smile. My eyes looked at them longingly as he sniffed at my panties to make sure I wasn’t cheating and proceeded to stuff them into his pockets. I tried one last time, “Do I have to go through this Raj? You have smelled though… wasn’t that enough? Can I please have the file?”

Raj smiled genially “madam, it could be from someone else for what I know. (!) Please hurry”. He seemed annoyed. Feeling totally helpless and out of choice I stood up from the chair and walked to the centre of the room. Ravi closed the room door and I caught a glimpse of my colleague sekar staring at the scene in disbelief from the opposite room. I looked up at the clock with my tear clogged eyes. Only a few minutes left for the meeting to go. I didn’t have the courage to face them and stood facing away from them. From the noises at the background, I gathered that they were getting into better position. I heard the sound of Ravi placing his bag on the floor. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes as tears were running down my cheeks. I never imagined even in my wildest of dreams that things will get this far. I wiped the tears off my cheeks, and didn’t want to cry before these unscrupulous rascals. Facing away from the morons, I bent down and lifted my saree inch by inch as I heard a dull ‘pop’ sound from behind.

I stopped and asked them ‘what was that?’ Raj answered ‘nothing madam’ urgently and urged me to go on. With my saree lifted up to my knees in that position for a few seconds I could hear only the deep labored breathing of Raj and short gasps of ravi and troubled breathing from me. I wanted the trauma to get over as soon as possible and lifted my saree further more slowly to my thigh and briefly paused. The breathing of the guys from behind was the only sound I heard. Raj exclaimed ‘higher up madam, lift it up soon’. In my helplessness, I felt like choking him to death. I went ahead and lifted the saree further up. I finally lifted the saree over my bare butt cheeks completely and held it in a bunch. Raj remarked ‘Wow madam, you have nice round big buttocks…the best butt cheeks I’ve seen so far! ’. Despite the situation I was thrilled a bit by those downright dirty comments. I didn’t have the nerve to turn around and look at their leering faces. Finally, after s few seconds, loosing patience I asked ‘Is that enough?’ Suddenly, Ravi shouted ‘Madam… look here!’ I turned my head around a bit confused.

There you go. Thanks madam, your face was missing’ with that he lowered his pocket size cam coder. I was thoroughly shocked and completely mortified. He was still filming me. I realized it all of a sudden and driven by reflex I first tried to cover my back with my hands and then felt more stupid as the morons started giggling at my reaction and lowered my saree in a hurry. Raj gave a villainy smile and chuckled, ‘I think you will listen to me madam. I have your dirty little act on film anyway; you are late for the meeting. I am a man of words. Here is your most coveted file. See you soon after the meeting.’ He left the room with the door open wide. I was standing there frozen.

The itching sensation stopped completely and I adjusted the saree properly before heading for the meeting room to salvage whatever modesty that is left. The meeting started on schedule. I took my mind off the nightmarish events that happened a few minutes back. I was preparing the slides and getting ready to do the presentation as Ravi stepped in with a tray filled with refreshments for the 10 or so members attending the meeting. Sekar was there too still eyeing at me curiously. I am almost presentable except that it could be clearly seen that I wasn’t wearing a blouse inside my light green blouse. The cool air only stiffened my nipples outlines of which were clearly seen over my pallu. Ravi came close to me to serve my place before leaving and quickly whispered, “Raj sir has instructed you to lower the saree below your hip madam”. I shook my head in disbelief and stared at him. “He said quietly, sekar sir is now in the game too” and went away. I looked at sekar and he was staring at me in curiosity and amusement. I went to the far end of the room in the pretext of adjusting the focus of the sliding machine and quickly lowered my saree as instructed. Only sekar was watching me.

The presentation started. At first all eyes were at the screen and concentration was fully on the subject. Later, as time went by most of the 10 pairs of eyes were assessing my light brown nipples showing up underneath the transparent blouse and exposed navel as the pallu moved a bit here and a bit there. I felt a tinge of excitement though all the while. Not to mention the presentation was a roaring success and my kickoff meeting for my new project had a roaring approval from all! But this was not how I intended to get the approval. I was excited anyways on the prospects and I returned to my seat.

Raj was waiting for me there. With all authority he came close to my place and told me to stand. I did. He moved my pallu to check if I had obeyed him and eyed at my slightly sagged heavy breasts and deep navel with the ‘cluck’ and ‘mmm’. I brushed his hand quickly as sekar was entering his room just then to see me in the compromising position again! Raj smiled and nodded at him. I was hoping that sekar will put an end to my nightmare. I was sitting in my seat for an hour trying to work but just busted in my wildly flaying thoughts. Raj was in and out of the room a few times.

Raj said, “Okay Chithra, I am leaving for the day. Have a nice evening”. I was taken aback by the sudden change from ‘madam’ to ‘Chithra’, but I sort of expected this. I called him urgently. “Raj, Could I please have the film back?” He stopped. “Oh, do you want the film?” and then he proceeded loudly “Here is the deal. You will come to work just like you are dressed now – no inner wears and very low hip for the next week; we will make impromptu checks when we feel”. I realized that I was doomed “We?” I asked him? “Oh we are forming a little club you know? Sekar just joined today”. With that he laughed loud and left. At the door he stopped, “depending on your co-operation the club size will stay at three or could grow” and left for the day whistling happily

I was sitting there at my desk dumb stuck and it was well past 5 pm in the evening. I decided to leave and I stood up. Sekar was at the door. I meekly managed a smile. “Hi Chithra, I was told by Raj that I can verify a few things when I feel like for a week from now, so I shall head for an early start” with that he came to my desk laughing.
“Show me your navel please; I need to see that closer. Didn’t catch a good look at it closely during the day” With that he pulled up a chair. “Sekar you pervert. I had hopes on you.” I started sobbing. “Sorry Chithra, I don’t want to loose a gem of an opportunity. Don’t waste my time. I got a train to catch soon c’mon show me”. I said “but the door is open”. He said ‘ok I let you close the door and in turn you let me touch your navel’ that must have been well rehearsed and today everyone was in mood to strike deals with me and I am at the loosing end. I sighed and went to the door, locked it and came back to his char and stood in front of him resigned. “Go ahead sekar”. He couldn’t believe his luck when I pushed my pallu to the side. “Wow chithra, I love your deep sexy navel” and slowly he took his trembling finger towards my navel. I closed my eyes as he rested his index finger on my navel while his other fingers and palm rested around my navel. He let his hand lay in that position for a good few seconds mesmerized

Sekar said “Chithra this is my dream come true, you know”. Wide eyed he started at my navel and started fingering it slowly. His cold fingers touching the area around my navel creating tingling sensation. I had trouble holding my pallu aside in position with my hand. Noticing my hand trembling as well, he took the portion of my pallu I was holding from my hand and let my hand by the side. “Relax chithra, let me hold it.” His hot breath was pounding on my tummy. Seeing my eyes closed he let his hand holding my pallu to travel inside to hold my fleshy bare hip and his other hand dug deeper in my navel. One third of his index finger must have been in my navel as his other fingers were pressing the skin around. I buckled my belly inwards as his hand was now tickling my belly button. He seemed to love my reaction and continued to tickle me for a few more seconds taking turns to tickle my hip and belly with both his hands. I let out a slight moan. He took his finger out of my navel and took the hand to hold my hip from the other side and wasted no time in bringing his tongue. He held my hip on both sides with his firm hands his fingers poking the flesh and his warm tongue started making circles around my tummy. I was almost dancing in his grip due to the tickling and the tongue lapping. I let out a soft moan with eyes still tightly shut. I suddenly came to my senses and grabbed his head with my hands and pushed him off me. “Sekar, stop please. I think you have checked enough”. He seemed to be disappointed and then mildly nodded. “Yes I am late for the train and yes there is a week to go”. He swiftly left my office.

I reached home hastily. I stripped my clothes and had a shower. I masturbated myself to a streaming orgasm as I was so excited by the events during the day. That night I was so wet and had the best sex in a long time. My husband was a bit puzzled and asked me if there was anything new. I just winked at him naughtily. That was the best I could manage and I didn’t have the courage to tell him.

The next day I started to work in a normal way wearing my bra and panties as I didn’t want my husband to get suspicious. I reached the work place earlier than usual thinking of beating Raj. I met Ravi on the way and nodded at him. (Thinking oh my god)
I rushed to my room closed the door and removed my bra and panties hastily and adjusted my dress and lowered my saree as I am expected to and put my bra and panties in my top draw in a hurry as I heard foot steps.

There was a knock on the door. I went to the door and opened quickly. It was Raj with Ravi by his side. He was looking somewhat angry. He went to his seat and sat on it ignoring my good morning. I was hurt and I was not used to being treated that way. “I heard from Ravi that you didn’t follow your instructions.” I said “what do you mean? I am dressed up the way you told me.” Ravi came to my place and without waiting for my permission opened the drawers in my desk. I shrieked at him to stop it, but he paid no attention. He pulled out my brassiere and panties from there triumphantly. “I thought so madam” he said. I looked at Raj defeated and muttered a meek ‘sorry’.

“You need to be punished bitch” he shouted at me angrily. “I still don’t believe you. Come closer and turn and lift your saree”. I looked at him pleadingly. “Please don’t do this”. He shouted. ‘I said now’. I was petrified and walked to his chair and turned to face away and bent down to gather my saree. He put a hand on my back and said ‘Stay that way. I shall check it myself.’ With his strong hand on my blouse preventing me from getting up he began lifting my saree up. My head was resting on his table and I was holding the edges of the table for balance. He raised my saree all the way over my hip. My bare butt inches from his face and he was enjoying every bit of it. This was probably working better than he expected.I shut my eyes tight in shame. He slapped my butt cheek hard and enjoyed the way the flesh wobbled a bit. I shrieked in pain. Nevertheless I was excited by the whole thing.

‘Its ok now, but I need to punish you for your misconduct. So if you really want the film and if you want to go ahead doing this for the rest of the week, do as I say now’. I nodded out of fear. While talking to me he ran his finger along my smooth & moist butt crack making me shiver. He moved his finger inwards and I spread my thigh wider a bit involuntarily. “You like that bitch huh??” He laughed. Your punishment will be, that in this same position you will make our friend Ravi happy by doing some service to his tool.
I shook my head crying “No, please don’t do this to me” and sobbed softly. “I will do as you said from now. Please don’t make me do this”. I felt like dying right there as his fingers inserted my pussy lips. My body betrayed me and I was soaking wet there. His finger went in easily as if it was the most coveted guest there. He laughed louder. “What more do I need as confirmation huh? He took his wet finger out and showed it in front of my face. I could smell the strong scent of my own secretion in the air.

“Now you will do as I say” He released his hand gripping my back and asked Ravi to sit on the table. As I lifted my head Ravi promptly sat there grinning. He already had unzipped his fly and his pant was down to his thigh. I could see his throbbing tool yearning to be released from his tight jocks. I felt a rush of expectation and shame at the same time. I tried again “please don’t do this to me Raj. Let me go please”. Trapped between two men I felt a strange feeling. “Do it bitch, don’t waste time” he sounded annoyed and slapped me hard on my right butt cheek again. As I was sobbing I took my hands to the elastic of the cheap stinking jocks of Ravi and began pulling it. Ravi lifted his back to help me. I pulled it off with some force and it came down to his thigh in one swift motion leaving his erect member dangling back and forth. I was a bit amazed by the thickness of it and felt overwhelmed. I have done this before to my husband’s, but never ever have I thought before that I would be doing it to someone else and worst of all, to Ravi! My tears rolled down my cheeks and fell on his bare thigh. I came close to his tool and rested my hands on his thighs now getting in position. Ravi moved back to give me room.

Raj was supervising from behind. I opened my mouth with eyes tightly shut took his tool in. I can’t believe that I am actually doing this. Ravi let out a groan as my saliva made his tool wet and I closed my lips around his cock and moved forward to the base. I felt his cock touching the base of my throat and started moving my mouth back and forth in and out. Raj was fingering my pussy all the while. Having seen me getting started he brought his other hand to my stomach and gently removed the pin that I had used to pin up the frills of my saree. He stood up and fingered my navel for a while and brought his hand below to untie the frills of my saree. I took my mouth off Ravi and urgently inquired “What are you doing Raj?” I was answered by a swift slap on my already red right butt cheek. I got the cue. I have no way back now. I moved my hands off Ravi’s thigh and cupped his balls. It was tight and let out a groan while I pressed it a bit. I pushed the skin at the tip below and licked the tip of his cock with my tongue and circled the tip for sometime. His freshly exposed inner skin would almost qualify for pink color. Almost instantaneously I saw the pre cum dribbling out of his erecter than ever cock now.

Raj said “you are good at what you do bitch, work or otherwise” and he pulled the frills of my saree loose and pulled it off completely from my petticoat. My saree ended its relationship with me temporarily (I hope) and was made to rest in peace on my table with all due respect. I could see it lying on the table over the files enjoying its freedom, free of its folds. Raj deftly untied my petticoat knot too and in a fraction of a second it was circling my feet. Soon I saw that my petticoat was giving company to my saree so it doesn’t feel lonely. I was standing naked but for my blouse sucking Ravi’s cock with all diligence that I could muster.

Raj stood behind me and started fingering my wet pussy. He took his thoroughly soaked finger from my pussy and slowly inserted it in my butt hole. In spite of my protesting he pushed his finger deeper with force. It was very painful and I was on my tip toes with Ravi’s cock hitting the base of my throat. Ravi knelt forward and brought his hand in front and unhooked my blouse hooks one by one while Raj was fingering my ass properly. I was feeling horny as hell despite the situation. Raj spread my thigh wider and moments later I felt his huge member enter my slimy wet pussy. He gripped my belly for balance fingering my navel while he was still fingering my asshole. He started his rocking motion back and forth. Ravi started kneading and pinching my now erect nipple as I continued to suck his cock. I took my mouth out of his cock briefly to lick his balls. While I licked his balls I held his cock in my hand and ran my fingers along the shaft from the base to the tip slowly. He seemed to be in ecstasy as he rolled and pinched my stiff large brown nipples with both his hands. I was moaning loud now.

Raj was tickling my tummy while fucking me from behind making me jerk at his will. He was not aware till then that ticking excites me instantaneously and now that he found that out he started doing it more. I was almost completely at his mercy. He has inserted his finger completely up my ass and wiggled it inside me. I jerked and moaned aloud taking turns. He now started fucking me harder while simultaneously doing all the other mischief’s as well. I felt that I was having the moment of my life because this level of pleasure belonged to a completely different realm of which I am still a newbie.

The only sound heard in the room was a combination of “hmmm hhaaa hmm haa … and aaaah … aaaahh… and a mmmm .. mmmmm…”.After a few more minutes of constant pounding of Raj’s huge dick inside me, combined with his fingering of my butt hole and tummy tickling and all the time Ravi’s treatment of my erect nipples I reached my first massive orgasm. My whole body went stiff in the hands of these men for several seconds while I violently grabbed Ravi’s thigh for support. It lasted for a many seconds which I felt like endless.

After this brief interruption I received encouraging slaps on my butt, this time on both cheeks. I continued to suck Ravi’s while he gently cupped my large breasts hanging in the air and started rotating my nipple in a slow motion. I felt immediately one more building up inside me. I licked his cock with my tongue in slow motion to reciprocate his rolling my nipple. I took his cock in my mouth again and cupped his balls. I increased the pace slowly taking his tool in and out faster now. There was a noticeable change in his pose too. He cupped my tits tighter and his hands went rigid as I continue to suck him, faster now. He stiffened and held me tight and let out a low groan while I continued to suck him in and out. He groaned a loud ‘aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah’ and I took my mouth out almost in time, a little late to see him squirt all over his belly and thigh and a bit on me face while I held him by his balls. I squeezed his balls a bit tighter and he squirted some more. I felt strangely excited seeing him do so. I pressed them to my heart’s content a few more times till he was completely spent. He collapsed on the table with his limp penis lying by the side. Few seconds passed by while Raj was still pounding me from behind.

Ravi dropped to the floor and made me lean on the table where he was sitting. He cleaned himself up quickly and got dressed and came close to me. He pulled my hands from the table and pulled them behind me and started peeling the sweat soaked blouse off me. He felt a sense of elation doing so. My blouse was off my shoulders and reached my hands and off it parted away from me. I saw it join my other clothes pile. I am now properly reduced to my birthday suit. He spread my hands again over my head on the table. He took his position under the table where I was leaning. The second climax was building up slowly inside me now. My nice large smooth tits were inches away from Ravi now and he had the first glimpse of them directly. He was admiring them for a few seconds while Raj was busy. Also, he got the first chance see the frontal view of my pussy now being fucked and my armpits as well. He shouted ‘Raj sir, madam has shaved everywhere’ making my face go red with the yet another dirty comment. He absently ran his finger on the smooth shaved pubic mound.

Ravi started suckling my breasts and he caressed the hollows of my arm pits. He had long nails and it tickled like hell. I guffawed. I pleaded him to stop that. He was happy to torture me and continued to tickle my armpits mercilessly while sucking my breasts. He seemed to have found the best combination. He sucked my right breast, cupped and caressed the left with one side and exclusively treated my armpit with the other hand.

Being treated on all imaginable sensuous places in a human body simultaneously I was writhing again. Shaken, torn between the feelings of lust and shame I was excited and my second rocking climax was fast approaching. In the distance I could hear the frequency of the sounds Raj made increase and his seemingly endless pounding fasten. He seemed to be hitting me harder and faster now. I was sweating all over in spite of the air conditioner. I sensed the fast approaching climax and felt hard to control it. While Raj was fucking me hard and slapping me time and again and fingering my asshole all the time, Ravi licked my breasts and sucked my nipples and caressed my smooth sweaty armpits with his crude nails. This was all too much for me to take and I erupted once again. I moaned loud at the base of my voice. ‘aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah’ and with that my whole body stiffened again. While I was Cumming Raj and Ravi continued to tickle me and caress me everywhere. This made me go berserk and cum over and over again for what seemed like an eternity. Finally when I was through I could hear Raj still thumping me over. I was thoroughly exhausted. A few seconds later Raj took his penis out of me and held it in his hand and started ejaculating all over my ass. I felt his hot semen squirted all over me at the back. He was done finally.

When he was done, he dipped his finger on his semen and playfully inserted it in my ass. It was so slimy and I jumped up. I tried to move forward and get his finger off me by pushing his hand with my hands. He was too strong. I tried to move forward and he walked along with me. It felt too weird walking with a finger up there. “Please stop it Raj you punished me enough”. He laughed at me and took his finger out. He went back and got dressed. Both men were completely dressed now and threw a hand kerchief to me to wipe myself clean before I got dressed. I didn’t want to stand naked since I saw Ravi’s semi erect things again. So I turned to face away from them and quickly started cleaning Raj’s mess from my butt while both men were watching me.

Raj said “Ok we shall offer you some privacy” and walked to the door and unlocked it and opened it wide. To my horror Sekar was seated in the chair ready to take in all his eyes could from his office. Without waiting Raj and Ravi left the room with the door open. Sekar caught me red handed; rather kerchief handed and butt naked wiping myself. I ran to the door to shut it before which he saw everything. I must have made his day too! I came back to the middle of the room got dressed and sat in my chair wondering what would come in the rest of the week.

The Nair's Studio

The morning sun broke out earlier than usual and was cajoling my face rather sharply through our bedroom window. I woke up, preparing myself for another hot & humid day. It was a proper May. My husband, Ravi was on the last stretch of his sleep. He really appreciates that part. So, not wanting to disturb him I sneaked out of the room and headed for the toilet. When I am in there, I started brushing my teeth and felt the totally damp nightie clinging on to my back due to the power cut we had earlier in the morning. The same soaked feeling in between my thighs caused by the excessive sultriness made me feel uncomfortable while standing. Irritated, I bunched up and lifted my nightie and the petticoat underneath, to my waist and with one quick pull yanked the sticky panties off my hip. It was clinging almost like a second skin, and I felt like a snake shedding its skin off. It circled my feet the next second. Immediately, I felt relieved as the cool air brushed the region. Bidding adieu to the wet panty, I freshened up quickly and headed to the adjacent room to wake up my child and to carry on with the heavy duty routine morning chores. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have taken bath right away?’ while I headed to the kitchen.

The morning time from that point on till 8.30 am flew at a lightning pace. Hurriedly prepared neha just on time for the approaching school van and sent her off. I walked up to the door to see off Ravi. Ritually, Ravi pecked my forehead at the doorstep before leaving. He went up to his car, but returned thinking of something. ‘Did you forget something?’ I asked. He hugged me suddenly and kissed me strongly. His hands lingered at my back caressing the smooth curves of my butt. He gave a tight squeeze at the back and drew lines and made me feel moist inside at the early morning hours by drawing his finger along the crevice of my butt. With all 32 of his pearl-white teeth showing in his face, he muttered ‘You should really stay panty-free like today more often’. As usual, he received a kick in his shin for that ‘holy’ comment. I looked around over him to find that the boy at the opposite house was staring at us from the balcony. I pushed him away quickly and whispered in his ears about our (un)invited audience. He smiled and does not seemed to bother with that and continued to tickle me be poking his hands at the strategic points which he knows only too well and enjoyed my dancing to his touches and quickly squeezed my soft right breast hidden behind the loose nightie. He gave me another proper long kiss. He released me and said, “Oh, don’t forget to collect the pictures from our trip last month. I gave the negatives to print at the Nair studio in our street lastweek on my way to work. It should have been ready by now. I’d like to see those special pictures we took” of ourselves.” Winking his eyes, he waved at me and left with a smile. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have asked him to collect the pictures himself?’ while I headed inside.

I turned and was about to walk inside the house. The boy was still staring at my butt absently when I glanced up across the street. Recovering quickly, he muttered a ‘good morning aunty’. Their family has newly moved in to our neighbourhood. I waved at him and moved inside and closed the door. I was siphoning my thoughts regarding the trip, back to the upper layers of my brain. It was true that this was the first trip in years that we had time for ourselves just Ravi and I, after the birth of neha. Since she has grown up now, we let her stay at my sister’s and took off. We both had a wonderful time. It was like our second honeymoon. Those were the snaps my hubby was talking about and the mere thought of the snaps brought in me the rushing memories of our trip. Suddenly, I became restless and wanted to see those snaps immediately to relive ‘those’ moments. The thought of heating the water and taking a shower somehow seemed to be the last thing I wanted to be doing right now. I found myself, in dreamy state due to my thoughts about the trip. Since the studio was just down the street and the temptation to see the snaps was growing exponentially by the second, I decided to collect the snaps before doing anything else. I quickly changed ran to the bathroom and changed into the saree that I wore last evening and applied some perfume to my dirty armpits before getting myself into the dirty blouse from the previous evening. I was telling to myself, ‘Just a few more minutes…. And that’s all’. I then spent a couple of minutes on my shoulder length hair jet black conditioned silky hair, bunched it up and tied it tight as a bun. Off I left the house to the studio grabbing my purse along. I was in such a buoyant mood that while I was walking in the busy street, even the vehicular noise seemed to have a pattern and my brain was perching musical notes from the next to nothing undesirable sounds. It was a good 5 minutes walk in the already scorching sun and by the time reached the studio I was perspiring again at my armpits and forehead due to heat. Perhaps, it was a good choice to tie the hair as a bun as otherwise normally the neck region behind my hair gets all sweaty. This hair style (??) allows access to whatever little cool breeze that is generated during the hot day to inspect my neckline. I pulled out the pallu tucked at my waist to wipe my forehead and noticed through my coolers the person on the opposite side of the road taking a generous peek. Because of my forehead-wiping act, my left boob and the wide expanse of my hip region resembling a whirlpool with my deep navel at the centre popped into his view. That familiar tinge of excitement rushed in me … and I acted as if I hadn’t noticed him and let my pallu back to position casually. At my then state of mind the stranger stealing glances at my body excited me quite a bit. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have worn a bra??’ while I headed for the shop.

Since it was still quite early in the morning and only few minutes after it was open it was still deserted. The A/C at the shop was a big welcome. There was no one at the desk and I waited a couple of minutes enjoying the feeling of the cold air brush past my open neck. While waiting, I removed my coolers and my eyes scanned the pictures hung on the wall, some in really seductive poses of professional models taken under cinematic light effects. Since no one seems to be coming, I uttered a loud ‘Hello’. My voice echoed in the quite room. As they say ‘Ask and Ye shall receive!’ my call was answered in seconds. There was an elderly man of about fifty opened the door from inside the studio and came to the desk wearing a big smile. His name is Chandran Nair I think, my husband’s good friend. I have seen him during one of my previous visits with Ravi and got introduced. Ravi often mentions about his skills and various tricks he taught him. I smiled at Mr. Nair. He was looking fresh (unlike me) and obviously just took a bath and had big stripes of holy ash on his forehead glowing with a pious look and a soft white dhoti. . ‘What can I do for you madam? Didn’t see you here for a long time madam, I think Ravi gave a bunch of negatives last week. Did you come here to collect it? ’. Since he asked the questioned and answered it himself, ‘You eliminated the need for me to speak. Yes that’s what I am here for’ I said with a smile and handed him the coupons. He took it off me and went inside. He came back after a considerable delay with a mischievous smile on his face and told me, ‘madam, the pictures have come out really nicely’. I then recollected some of the pictures my husband took of us, with the timer settings of the camera. I blushed at the thought of that and suddenly wanted to go home immediately. ‘Have a look at your snaps here if you want madam. Help yourself with the chair there.’ He showed a couch at the corner of the room. Unable to withstand the suspense and the thought of staying for a few additional minutes in the air conditioned room made me walk holding the snaps in my hand towards the couch. While I walked, I felt that mr.nair’s eyes were roaming on my obviously undulating butt cheeks and he is probably busy disrobing my saree with his eyes. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have worn my panty?’ while I headed for the couch.

Having settled in the couch, I ripped open the envelope as my patience eroded when I attempted to open it in the proper way wasting valuable seconds in the process. There they were. My eyes couldn’t take them all in one go and I wanted to savour this moment as much as possible and as long as I could take. So, I froze in front of each picture for what seemed like an eternity spinning my memory wheels generating all the wonderful thoughts. I was in ecstasy while holding some intimate pictures we took. They have come out so nice. Ravi is going to be extremely happy. My personal photo-tour of our trip took a hit when I was looking at a set of snaps that Ravi took of me at the lake during the sunset. They were his personal favourites when he was shooting them. Saving one, the rest of them seemed to have come out really gloomily. They were supposed to be the erotic collection of his wonderful wife, that’s what he kept calling them. The scene was quite romantic and since not a soul was to be found at the lake side in that evening when we had been there he decided to shoot a few pictures of me devoid of my blouse, covering my tits with the saree. It made me a bit sad to think how Ravi would be disappointed when he sees this. My thoughts were interrupted by mr.nair’s voice. ‘Madam, what do you think about the snaps? You seemed to be not as radiant as you were a few minutes ago. Is something wrong?’ Not being able to hide my crestfallen face, I nodded to him and explained to him about the plight of some of Ravi’s favourite shots choosing not to explain about the snaps in depth. He seemed to have caught on quickly. ‘Madam, I understand. This happens with conventional photography all the time. That was the main reason why I was prompting Ravi to switch over to the digital. See, this could have been avoided. He could have controlled the lighting better, especially in the sunrise / sunset situations’ he paused. I jolted thinking how could he have known? Has he seen those pictures while printing? Anyway, he still wasn’t committal. He might have been referring to the normal photographic rules. He was asking me, ‘Madam is that your picture that he took and didn’t turn out up to the mark? Although it is hard to believe as any kind of crappy lighting and dumb camera should freeze your image beautiful as you are beautiful as it is’. Blushing and smiling a bit I nodded ‘yes they were pictures of me that didn’t come out well.’ and finished the sentence with a tinge of sadness. ‘Oh, let’s see what went wrong. Show me madam’, with that he took the envelope lying on the table with pictures on it. Before I could tell him anything he saw those sunset shots as they were the ones I was seeing at the very end. His eyebrows went up immediately as he was openly staring at my naked shoulder and my tits hiding behind the semi transparent saree. I should grab this opportunity and take a small break and describe myself. I am an attractive house wife pushing into mid thirties with a structure enough to make any male go drooling behind me. I am 36C 30 39 and 5 ft 7” tall. I look fair and I have a round face and silky straight hair touching my mid shoulder. My buxom features are usually sufficient to spin heads when I walked on the road. Not so much into jewellery, I prefer not to wear any gaudy ornaments. I blushed, as he started his expert commentary on the exposure and the lighting concepts that would have made the background look much better and so on, all the time his eyes riveting on my tits in the picture rather than the background finally finished his lecture and handed the snap back to me with a happy face. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have refused to show him those snaps?’ while I extended hand headed towards those snaps.



Mr.nair offered, ‘madam, here is the deal. Ravi is a good friend of mine and I can do him a favour. I shall take some professional pictures of you in some nice poses. You can present them as a surprise so at least he is not too disappointed and if he is happy, I guess you are happy too’ I was listening to him involuntarily nodding to his suggestion ‘and I can make use of a couple of them nice pictures in the still left over empty space in my wall there’ he pointed to the wall. ‘Let’s do this for free, you are happy, I am happy and above all Ravi is very happy, what do you say?’ I was still nodding and staring at the wall he pointed to and they were all pictures of glamorous models in mostly semi naked suggestive poses. There were a few older but very nice looking faces too relatively fully dressed. ‘Your kind of face is the valuable addition missing from my collection at the wall madam. You don’t know how photogenic you are. Ravi might have told you. Anyways the modern photo industry in general and my photo studio in particular will be very proud to have you in the collection there madam’ with that he did a mock bow. I smiled and was mesmerized by his speech. At that outset, it sounded like a wonderful deal which had one of those “and they lived happily ever after” endings. Any case, I liked the idea of giving some surprise to Ravi as my mind is not fully out of those pictures that I was seeing. ‘Come in madam… this way’ mr.nair said loudly interrupting my thoughts again. I don’t remember agreeing to his proposal formally, but he was already leading me to the studio room. I looked back at the pictures of those models on the wall again, one last time. I was thinking to myself, ‘Should I have said a NO to all this??’ while I headed for the open doors of the studio.






That was my first entry in his studio and it was nothing like the last time I had been there to take a passport picture. It was years before anyway. I was a bit overwhelmed at the enormity of the set and the infrastructure in general. ‘Since you agreed to pose as a picture model for our studio wall I suggest you take a complete photo shoot madam. Usually it is very expensive. I shall give you some pictures to surprise Ravi this evening and eventually in a week’s time shall make a whole album out of today’s shoot.’
I was just nodding. ‘Ok madam; please stand there in the centre.’ With that he switched on the light. I nodded and walked thinking of my shabby dress and also acutely conscious of my lack of undergarments. The very thought of this made me bothersome, at the same time excited. So, I stopped and asked him, ‘Could this wait for an hour or so mr.nair? So I could go home freshen up and come back with something more appropriate and better looking for a photo shoot?’ He nodded negatively saying, ‘Madam, you don’t understand. We will just take a few trial shots now, and then we will think of the costume. Remember, this is a professional studio and we shoot for a lot of models here regularly. ‘Leave the worrying part to me. We have decent changing rooms here and there is a make up table in the corner if you need to use it. I believe you don’t need it for the trial shots. any more questions? I have an important appointment in the afternoon.’ I noticed the sudden change in the tone and him exuberating his professionalism and authoritativeness the minute he entered the studio room. I was too shy to bring up my underwear issue and I let it pass by. If he had noticed from behind that I wasn’t wearing a bra, he didn’t pay any special attention to it. As he switched on the lights, a dummy coconut tree trunk in a slanted shape at the middle of studio came to my view and there was matching beach scenery wallpaper at the wall behind. I suddenly remembered the picture of the girl in bikini on the wall posing in the same background. The picture of the model was stunningly realistic which made me think that it was taken really at the beach. The Plaster-of-Paris coconut tree trunk looked so real in the picture. ‘So, please lean on the tree and stretch your hands a bit madam’ mr.nair was standing in his place behind those studio lights with the camera in his hand waiting for me. I bunched up my hair and adjusted the ‘bun’ in my head before leaning on the tree and all the while noticed that nair was staring at my folds in my hip. The way he studies the area made him look like a man seriously planning for a mountaineering expedition along the contour of my hip if only he was a miniature. What might be the destination? my nipple? I was smiling at my own imagination. Although I wasn’t really feeling comfortable to his open staring, I didn’t really mind. I went to the tree, leaned on it and began stretching my arms, but suddenly cautious, brought my pallu and was about to tuck it around my waist when heard mr.nair shout ‘Leave it as it is madam. It is the essence of the picture. Don’t tie it in your hip. We are not taking group photo here.’ I was slightly taken aback by the harshness in his voice. I had let the pallu loose again while lying over the slant tree I was facing him to my left. Now I understood his concept. I should let my pallu on a free flow, so he could get a free show. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have let my pallu free?’ while my stretched hands headed for the tree trunk over my head.

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Automatically as I grabbed the tree trunk over my head, three things happened simultaneously. 1. My breasts pushed forward and rose above their normal level. 2. My pallu gave way and moved aside, putting into light a wide variety of otherwise hidden parts of my body, my midrib for one. 3. Mr.Nair’s expectant eye balls almost popped out of their sockets. My cheeks were becoming red upon seeing nair’s expression. He quickly recovered and regained his professional poise. ‘You are beautiful madam. Ravi is really gifted. Take this as a personal compliment from me.’ With that he moved behind his camera to see me through the frame to compose the shots. He clicked a few really quickly then rose up. ‘Madam; lets start the trial shots now. Can you tilt your head a bit maintaining the pose?’ I titled my head. ‘Smile please madam’ and ‘click click click’ he was adding up the shots while I smiled at him coyly. ‘Beautiful madam, please raise your right leg a bit and rest it on the tree in the similar pose madam’ I lifted the right leg and the pallu moved farther apart now revealing my navel and a bit of the right breast as well once again causing nair’s eyes to pop out. I was really ashamed and tried to lower my hands to adjust the pallu when he said the now expected ‘so be it madam, here is the candidate shot for the wall. Please don’t move please.’ and clicked a several shots of me obscenely revealing my assets and the whole of the midrib region. ‘Please take your hand behind the tree and hold it behind you as though you are hugging it madam’. I lowered my hands and took it behind the tree and locked my palms together. He came close to me. ‘Madam I shall make some small adjustments if you don’t mind. Please stay where you are in that pose.’ without giving me time to think or react he placed his soft palms on my pallu at the shoulder and while I was looking he rolled it along the cross section of my body in the shape of a thread. He didn’t touch my boobs at all during the process leaving with me no other option but to think that he is doing his job. When I was just beginning to relax, he squatted in front of me and dug all his finger tips into the waist line of my saree, by doing so shocked me all over. I quickly brought my hands from behind to knock his hands off me. He coolly said ‘your hands over the head madam. I am just adjusting the level to make the shots come out sexy.’ He said it in a tone as though he couldn’t care less. One other main problem was his strong finger nails were brushing my hip and tickled me thoroughly. He had long nails. Excited a bit, I giggled now. ‘you… er.. it is tickling.’. I manage to form the words in between the fits of giggles. He seemed to be enjoying the situation too and liked the way I jerked my hip and tried to dig his fingers a bit deeper to tickle me further. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have avoided those naughty fingers??’ while my stretched arms headed for the tree trunk obediently amidst my fitful giggles.


Eventually, he pulled the waist line of my saree much lower than it was originally. My navel was almost in the middle between the saree and blouse. All his activities hardened my nipples and they are fully erect now. He placed his palm between the navel and the saree waistline to make sure that it is deep enough. I can’t believe myself that I was letting him do all this to me. While measuring the gap his little finger (un)intentionally entered my deep navel and lingered there longer than necessary causing me to gasp and jerk again when he applied some pressure. In that pose of mine he was very happy. ‘Ravi will be going crazy if he sees you in this pose; before you move I shall take some pictures’. I was thinking, while posing there, ‘Would Ravi love to see me in this pose?’ I was not so sure anymore although ravi has urged me to expose as long as am comfortable. I was getting a feeling that this was going beyond a level. ‘Mr.Nair, can we stop the shoot with this picture please? I think I am not interested anymore.’ I was a bit firm in the request. Mr.Nair thought a bit, ‘but madam, what happened to you all of a sudden? I thought you would oblige for my part of the deal, but if you say that you are not interested any more then it is alright with me. Just a few more snaps in the next set please with your same costume. I think the dress you are wearing now will suit more there. Please have a look at the set yourself. You’re sure that you don’t want to try some of our costumes and are happy with the trial one? we can of course digitally enhance it.’ I nodded to him and said that it is enough and he could enhance these pictures as he said and that I am not into trying those costumes shots of his. I was a bit surprised that he agreed to my proposal a bit too readily and didn’t even protest a bit. I was even a bit disappointed. I followed him to the next part of the room to the set number two, which was an old well type of set also of P-O-P and farm scenery wallpaper as the background. He made me lean on the well and snapped a few shots with various provocative poses. It was then he suggested, ‘madam I can’t help thinking that the shots taken by ravi at the lake were also portraying you to be topless and here would be a perfect setup for a few shots without your blouse in the farm background as if you are drawing water or carrying something to or from the village at the background over your head. You can use your current costume itself as it would suit the farmer girl type pose too. You can make it up for the other pictures from ravi as well.’ Since he accepted to my proposal to stop it at this point now it looked like I am almost under obligation to him and I had to say yes. ‘If you only take a few snaps and finish it off quickly then its ok with me.’ I heard myself giving the approval. ‘OK madam, I shall be waiting. Please remove your blouse. You can change behind the well if you want. While nodding to him I noticed for the first time a small tent formed inside his dhoti. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have refused to remove my blouse?’ while my fingers headed for the hook.’


I went behind the well completely hidden from his view and turned my head to see that he made himself busy with a book shuffling the pages absently. I continued to unhook the rest of the hooks and quickly removed it off me and tied my pallu really securely over my now naked slightly sagged breasts and brought it around my back to tuck it tight in my hip. I dissolved the ‘bun’ at my head and let the hair flow on my shoulder. I quickly combed it using my fingers to the barest approximation, just so it stays in place. It was covering one tenth of my naked right shoulder. I walked from behind the well to meet him. He bobbed his head up apparently speechless for a few moments and uttered ‘classic madam, I am sure these snaps will turn out to be classic’. He was talking to himself, ‘soft yellow light with the amber touch ups… glow on the left profile…sunlight effect on hair ends…bottom up illumination from behind… and walked inside. I was waiting for him a bit nervously while he came back with a dummy bamboo basket and some crop bundle. ‘Please pose as though you are carrying these on your head madam. I wanted myself to tell you to undo your hair but you did that yourself since this flowing hair suits the best if you pose with the basket on your head’ while giving me instructions he took my blouse I had placed on the well along with other things. I quickly noticed that. I asked him to leave the blouse there. He said ‘It will be a hindrance during the shoot here’ and started searching something else. ‘Where is your bra madam?’ he asked me absently ‘I shall put them together securely. Turning a shade redder I managed to utter ‘you don’t have to worry about it mr.nair. I… I hadn’t
bo-th-er-ed to we-ar it today.’ It somehow made me horny to talk dirty like this. Mr.Nair gave a hearty laugh and said ‘Oh, I see madam’ and walked with my blouse while I stood frozen watched him walk away just like that with my blouse to the next room and while walking away from me, back facing me, he sniffed it in a whiff. I don’t know how he felt, but seeing him do that drove me crazy. He came back from the room inside ‘your blouse is safe there madam. Let’s start, first with some plain pictures’. I nodded and leaned over the dummy well and smiled. He came close to me and adjusted my hair such that a couple of my long locks fall on my face up to my chin and it accentuated my looks by a multitude of degrees. I liked his care for the level of details. He clicked several shots from different angles from various distances and zooms. He came closer to me and moved the pallu away from my back and told me to lean on the wall like am trying to look inside. He captured my full bare back view and told me to turn my face half way through to look at the lens. I was beginning to relax slightly with my blouse less attire and eased up a little and smiled for the first time. He showered a lot of clicks until he was satisfied. Next, he handed me the basket and told me to walk to the centre of the set so he can cover as much background as he can get and told me to place the basket over my head. I held the basket with a raised hand and posed as if I was walking. The side and the base of my left breast were showing up a bit which generated tingles in me again knowing that I am providing a partially unabashed view to nair now. He clicked several shots in the pose of me revealing my armpit and the fair mid rib region. My perky nipples were clearly poking out of the saree now adding the sensuousness to the shots I suppose. While I was leaning on the well with my left hand standing at a corner right along the wall, my back rested accidentally on a camouflaged switch on the wall. I heard the noise of the switch go off and the next instance I felt myself screaming. Nair ran towards me and stopped midway through laughing so hard. I had been standing right under the shower of the studio and I had turned the switch on by mistake. He pulled my shivering self away from the water quickly and found the switch on the wall and turned it off. By then, it was too late and I was soaked to my skin and my wet hair sticking to my body. He explained that since the wiring for the switch can’t be installed anywhere else it has to be behind the wallpaper in the wall, its presence not obvious at all. He also explained that this set is also typically used for the rain scene shoots. While I was drenching wet he said, ‘hold on madam, I will take you to the change room in a minute, but this is a priceless shot.’ Unable to react either way I was just staring at him as he clicked. I was wiping the water off my face which in itself presented him with more natural poses as my rain soaked pallu gave way obviously. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I even need to wear a dress at all after this?’ While my hands headed up to cover my obviously jutting out nipples.

After taking a series of snaps of the wet-me, mr.nair ran inside and brought a towel and wrapped over my shoulder. He took me to the changing room and told me to wait there. He came back, with a colourful polka dotted thin long muslin cloth and a white shirt which was looking many times smaller than my size. ‘Madam, I can’t seem to find the clothes of right size fir you. Please change into this after removing your wet clothes, I shall dry it in the drier we have next door and bring them back.’ Left with no other choice I meekly nodded and got the clothes from him. I removed my saree that was sticking to my body and untied the petticoat and kicked myself out of it. I hung them both on the change room door and started wiping my wet hair and skin dry with the towel. As he just explained Nair’s large hands grabbed my wet clothes from the door and they disappeared in front of my eyes. With a crooked smile nair commented, ‘madam did you not bother to wear panty too when you had planned to visit our shop?’ and without waiting for an answer he walked away. I was thinking about the turn of events and the way I got reduced to nothing systematically here, and was made to stand in this studio buck naked within 45 minutes’ time. Strangely I was getting more and more excited. Quickly wiping myself dry I wrapped around my hip the thin silky cloth he gave me. It was sufficiently long to wrap around me and in fact the material l was so soft and nice, but it was barely crossing my knee. So, I had to wear it as low as possible to let it fall at least a few inches below knee. I had never worn anything like that in my life ever. It was soft, silky and long yet it was flimsy and thin. Since it was too long in width I wrapped around me once tightly, and then took a few neat frills and tucked it almost in the saree style. The thin silky cloth did complete justice by portraying the features of my gorgeous butt and exhibited the shape of my body without any betrayal. Omission of any traces of panty line added to the effect. This fact was obvious when I saw myself in the mirror. Next, I tried to fit myself into the thin loose sleeveless white shirt. It was loose at the sides but horribly tight across the breasts, if I had tried to button it I can only manage to button up just the one in the middle out of the 3 buttons in the shirt. So I let the top and the bottom ones unbuttoned. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have retained my wet saree??’ while my hands headed for the hem of the towel-skirt to pull it down a bit more to cover my thighs.


I looked myself at the full length mirror and I was looking so different. I have never exposed so much skin in my life after wearing a dress. Still I liked the way I looked and in a unique way I was looking hot. I did some touch ups here and there with outfit. I dried the hair once again and used the comb in the room to quickly do my hair. When I was trying my hair high above my head as a bun, I heard nair knocking the door. I was doing some serious thinking if I should open the door in first place and then finally decided to after the persistent knocking and lots of ‘madam’s from nair. When I did open the door fully and stood facing nair, his expression was something beyond words. He looked at me as if I am an angel descended right into his studio. My breasts were arrested in such a tight shirt secured with a single button that they were looking as if they might burst out of the dress any minute. The soft muslin cloth tied around my hip was revealing my features instead of hiding. It started a good 3 inches below my navel and ended a few inches below my knee. I must have been one hot package presenting myself in front of nair. Nair still managed to talk. ‘madam you look stunningly beautiful. Why don’t you try this on?’ He fetched a large Mexican hat for me. It was a large round hat with a huge base and lots of flower work embroidered on the front side. ‘Here madam, this will suit you very well with the rest of the outfit. I knew you would look stunning in this’. when I lifted my arms to wear the hat on my head he was taking a peek at the base of my bare tits under that short tight shirt without the last button on. ‘Madam, Can you pose in the beach set with this dress for a few shots for me? Since you we have to wait for your saree to come off the drier which will take probably half an hour’ I was thinking why not, there is nothing to loose now and plus which, I really liked the way the large beautiful hat changed my looks. It fitted just over my bunched up hair as if it was designed for my head. I was looking a little tom boyish as the hat covered three-fourth of my hair. I agreed for a few snaps and began to walk and I could feel the cool air brushing against me through the gap in the soft muslin cloth wrapped around my hip and reach up there only to make me feel more excited. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have refused to pose in this outfit?’ while I headed towards the set.


Nair told me to lean on the tree trunk and redo the same pose once again with my hands behind and right leg resting on tree. He came close to me and let those locks of semi-wet hair to fall on my face. I leaned back my body on the tree and wore the Rayban he gave me on my face, lifted my right leg to rest on the tree and held the trunk with my hands behind. I cocked my face to my left to face mr.nair and he shouted ‘brilliant madam. The frills of the soft cloth flowed beautifully in between my legs seamlessly. This is going to be the best shooting experience of my life ever.’ and he started clicking wildly. I smiled radiantly at him as I liked my pose as well. He came closer to me and was clicking me from all the possible angles and when he came closer to my feet I had a feeling that he is prying for an upshot view of my thigh. I looked away from the lens not having the mind to look into it when he was peeping. Nair was through with his session. ‘Madam, one additional thing’ he came close to me and took the coolers off my face. He tilted the hat fully to cover my face completely. My face was now fully covered and he slowly whispered near my face ‘time for some outright seductive shots now!’ it was more of an order than a request. I was feeling a bit thrilled by his words and since my face was fully hidden behind the hat, I couldn’t figure out what was happening and the hat gave me the much needed cover. I felt nair’s hands gently pull my hands from their position behind the tree. ‘Now, hold the base of your breasts with your hands and squeeze them a bit’. I found myself doing as I was told. My large pointy nipples were clearly visible behind the white transparent shirt. When I pressed and lifted my breasts the hard nipples poked out even more through the shirt. ‘and bend forward a little more in the same pose’ was the next command. He pulled me a little forward as well by lightly grabbing my shoulder. ‘Nice cleavage shots these would be. These irresistibly beautiful breasts are fighting to free up and come out, but it can wait. So, here we go.’ and he started clicking me. I didn’t fail to notice the sudden absence of madam while he addressed me and the more commanding tone he took now. While he was through with my cleavage he came close to me. There was no other sound but for the rustle made by the movement of his dhoti while he walked towards me. ‘And now is the time to free them up a bit’ with that he popped the middle and the only button of the tight shirt. I squealed and asked him what he was doing covering my bare chest with my hands immediately. I couldn’t see what he was doing since I was hiding myself behind the hat. ‘Need to slightly adjust your standing pose’ with that he rested his arms just as light as a feather on the folds of my hip on either side. ‘You have a very beautiful body you know?’ while talking to me his hands wandered on my midrib region and he was carefully listening to my breath coming up in short gasps. ‘Enough to bring a whole army down to its knees you know’ while continuing his talk, his index finger rested on my navel and he noticed a clear strong gasp from me. He circled his little finger in the skin around the navel and noticed me buckling my belly and let out a slight moan. He took his hand off the area immediately and opened my shirt wider so it was almost down to half the shoulder. He lowered the waist line of the muslin cloth some more by grabbing at the frills and pulling it down as a whole, gently by a few centimetres. An additional few centimetres, would have brought the beginning of my soft clean shaven mound into view. He took a lot of clicks now from various angles. ‘Can you please change it a bit and exchange your hands to cover your left breast with the right hand and vice versa.’ When he popped the button off, he must have gotten only a glimpse of my naked breasts. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have called the whole thing off?’ while I headed to change my hands really quickly not wanting to put up a long show.



‘That’s ultimate. You are looking positively beautiful.’ He took a few more snaps praising me all the way through, constantly throwing flattering comments about one of the body parts. He came close to me ‘time for complete back shots’ and pulled me toward him and turned me in a whiff. Before I could think of what was going on, he stood behind me and pulled my hands off my and pulled towards him and quickly peeled the shirt off me and let me standing there completely topless. I recovered and quickly covered my bare tits with a squeal. I was about to protest and he beat me to it. ‘Stand here sweetie’. He pulled me away from the tree completely and spun me around. I was so glad that I was wearing the huge hat and didn’t want to go through the embarrassment of facing him. I must have been facing away from me I suppose. While I was standing covering my breasts, he came close to me and held his hands at my waist softly and slowly spun me around and whispered near my face. ‘Time for some frontal shots now’ and released his hands with some force and moved away to take more clicks. While he was doing his business I realised that the soft muslin cloth tied around me lost its grip considerably due to persistent handling while he spun me around. I was faced with a situation. He continued clicking when I rasped ‘Stop for a minute. I need to tighten the cloth at my hip. It’s loosing  its grip’ (so was my situation. I am loosing the grip over the situation by the second). ‘Oh don’t worry about it’ he cooed. He came close to me next instance and I suppose squatted in front of me. Both his hands were on the waist line of the long muslin cloth. He undid the frills fully, but holding the cloth in position he expertly took the frills and tightly tucked it in, perhaps a better job than mine, given the situation. I was growing all hot from head to toe with every minute touch he made. He might have had a fleeting glance of my pussy when he was taking the frills. I was getting horny and wet at the thought of that. After tightening he placed his palm between the navel and the frills as if measuring the gap and seconds later his fingers targeted the centrepiece of my midrib. I let out a noticeably sharp gasp when his little finger entered my deep navel while he spread his palm over my belly. His other finger pawed me and sprawled all over while his little finger was drawing circles. By now it must have been very very obvious to him that my navel is the triggering point to break my dams of passion and turn me on. His voice grew coarse now ‘Some dirt in there. One minute. Let me clean that’ with that I found his long hot tongue entering my navel and drawing circles while I found myself gasping loudly now. He had me in control. After some lapping with the tongue there he fingered the area some more. He said ’It’s cleaned now’ and left me gasping there and went few steps away and took a few more shots. I was literally boiling hot inside with passion caused by prolonged heavy petting. There was no sound from him for a few seconds. Then he came close to me and placed his arms on my hip and spun me around. ‘Time for a full back view my beautiful lady’ and while muttering those words his hands gripped the muslin cloth around me at the frills and in a fleeting moment with such a force he pulled at the frills and yanked it off me. My only reaction was a hollow gasp. The image of the Gandhi statue opening ceremony held in our town while I was a youngster came to my mind. He went back with the last piece of my clothing in his hand. In a fresh rush of shame I crossed my legs although I was facing away from him (I believed). ‘Yours is the most wonderful back I have seen ever’ nair uttered. After what seemed like an eternity he took a million or so snaps of my naked back and all the while letting me boil in passion he finally said ‘turn around now’ I was thinking of myself ‘Should I have asked for the towel back’ while I headed to face him, with my hands covering my privates.

He clucked his tongue upon looking at me. ‘My oh my… what a beautiful thing we have here. Your honey pot looks nicely shaven and smooth. Ravi is very lucky.’ With that he took a few more pictures of me full nude save the large hat. I just can’t believe still that I had let him talk me into posing full nude for him showing him everything letting him describe about my privates and all. I was hearing the clicks for a few minutes without interruption and a big silence after that. After what felt like a millennium I heard foot steps then. I noticed the clothes rustle missing this time! Before I could think of the consequences of the missing rustle I felt a hot tongue resting on my navel. Next instance nair’s hand were crawling up on my hip on either side and finding their way behind He must have been kneeling in front of me. His hands grabbed my globes behind and started caressing me. I gasped and moaned as his hands kneaded my buttocks and his tongue was busy lapping my navel. My whole body was writhing with pleasure. I was amazed at the softness of his palms. He ran his fingers along the middle of the valley between them globes up and down. I was wondering to myself how come he knew that I am hypersensitive there. He gripped my buttocks with some force now and his tongue descended from my navel and travelled towards my more than inviting expectant vagina. I readily parted my thighs when he pressed his chin in between my thighs. His tongue lapped and cleaned my pussy lips thoroughly. I heard a ‘mmmmm’ from down below. He brought his hands from my buttocks a bit lower and let his fingers attack my pussy directly from behind me. I let out a loud ‘aaaah’ of course not due to pain and parted my legs much wider now. His tongue reaching the prime spot started licking my inner lips. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I need to cover my breasts anymore??’ while my hands headed for his head.



It felt good to run my fingers along nair’s curly hair and letting them lock in the curls. I felt that I was gripping his hair harder and harder. Nair released one had from my behind and the next instance it was caressing the underside of my soft left breast. I moaned louder in passion when his fingers circled my hard nipples. His hands were so soft; in fact it must have been softer than mine! I let him play with my nipple. His naughty fingers drew circles and pinched me ever so slightly. It was a sharp contrast to Ravi’s rough handling all the time. It was an eye-opener to me to know that how much sensitive I am to the soft touches. He continued to lick my inner lips and now taut clit. It was just the right force being applied there. He gently pulled the skin at the clit with his teeth. I sensed the building climax inside me looming to erupt any minute. I moaned louder and louder. Taking the cue mr.nair briefly interrupted his tongue-lapping act and inserted a finger deep inside my completely wet pussy and took out and continued to lap his tongue in me. Next instance, I realized the reason for him doing so. He ran his fingers along my crevice and at the mid point he pushed his now very moist index finger. To even my surprise it slipped easily into the orifice there. Momentarily I jerked and found myself standing in tip toes while he inserted me there. Then he continued to lick and play with my pussy in deliberate slow circles and his finger in me from behind was now moving back and forth slowly giving me a painful pleasure, while his free hand was gently massaging my tits and pinching my nipples alternatively. I couldn’t take this sequence very long I moaned louder and louder. My frequency of moaning increased rapidly and so did his pace. At one point I felt myself going rigid and then let out a loud cry combined with convoluted spasms of my muscles all over. I came out very loud and strongly and it lasted for several seconds long. I was thoroughly spent and was sweating all over. Nair stood up and scooped me as I was about to collapse. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I need a hand kerchief now?’ while I headed into mr.nair’s arms.


Mr.Nair was carrying me like he would carry a pillow to the bed. I realized while he carried me away that he had removed his shirt. He walked a few steps and placed me on what felt like a bench. I am so grateful for the hat though. I felt his presence by my side. I let my hands wander over while lying on the bench and found his strong thighs. He has ridden his dhoti as well! To my surprise I was letting my hands linger there longer than necessary enjoying the stiffness of his muscles. He moved and spread his legs and either side of the bench and began stroking my breasts. My nipples responded to him immediately and the familiar tingle in me started again. ‘The best pair of breasts alive right in front of me’ he commented as he continued to knead them with both hands and fondled them gently. I let my hands traverse above his thighs slowly taking time. Still with the hat covering my face, this temporary blindness is an incredible turn on with my mind trying to anticipate what I would expect next on my touch and what to expect from his naughty hands. I ran my manicured nails along his inner thigh as he let out a moan. My hands finally met his tight balls. It really felt good cupping them with my fingers. He let out a soft sigh as I cupped his. Nair was standing over me with his legs divided on either side of the bench giving me brilliant access to his balls. I gave his balls a good squeeze and nair moaned an ‘aaaah’ loud. Of course he enjoyed it. Tracing my fingers around the balls for a long duration teasing him sufficiently I ran my fingers along the base of his shaft. He let out a low growl as I began my pilgrimage and my fingers began their quest of reaching the tip of his shivlinga It was my turn to be surprised. As I kept moving my fingers he kept growling louder, but what was not happening was that I did not reach the tip yet. My fingers kept going on and on and on for what seemed like an endless journey. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I have to move my finger faster?’ while I headed for my destination.


That was one journey which I couldn’t really complain of. I finally managed to find the tip and my finger needed a rest. So I encircled my palm around the tip as mr.nair pinched my nipples harder. I pushed the foreskin of his massive shaft downwards and felt the softer ‘real’ tip and started circling it. He seemed to enjoy the sensation and let out loud moans now. I thought to myself in a wicked way ‘It is your turn now to moan mister!’ and smiled myself at how childish it sounded. I moved his penis back and forth and then let while cupping his balls and gently squeezing it with the other hand. He moaned louder and not being able to withstand any further he moved a step forward towards me and his hand pushed my hat off my face. This was something I didn’t expect as I was getting fairly comfortable hiding my face under the hat. The first thing I saw after remaining under cover for what seemed to be an enormous time was his huge monster thing looming just centimetres above my face. I let out a sharp gasp in sheer surprise. Next thing I realised he pushed his massive took o brush along my lips. I was still holding it in my hands and despite myself I found my lips parting. I took my tongue out to explore the skin of his member. I moved my skin along the side of it and then reached the top. He was gripping my tighter as I made circles on the tip pushing the foreskin below. I licked the tip with my now hungry tongue for some time. He moved his hip back and forth. I took his tool in between my open lips and guided it slowly. I closed my lips and he suddenly pushed it inside with some force. I felt it hit the base of my throat. He took over and rocked his thing back and forth inside his mouth for a few minutes. It felt good. I cupped and played around with his balls all the time and even pinched them making him jerk. It felt good. While having his tool in completely I grabbed his tight but large butt and ran my nails along the still muscles. It felt good too. I was still ogling at his wide eyed chest and ran my fingers along his wide chest. It was then he decided that it was time for the kill. He removed his tool from my mouth and lifted both my legs in the air easily and then spread them wider. He inserted his huge thing in me and it went in easily half way through. He pushed his powerful frame and pushed it further to let it in fully. He then stood in that position and rocked back and forth. I ran my fingers on his hairy chest and pinched his nipples periodically. He gasped and moved his torso back and forth over and over. His hand in the process tweaked my nipples and made me go crazy. I felt that raising orgasm inside me too. He was moving his whole body back and forth now and in spite of the A/C both of us were sweating profusely. The beads of sweat in his forehead made him look more macho and attractive. After a few more strokes and the passing of a few more minutes I sensed his stiffening muscle and almost at the same time I was beginning to build faster inside me. He stiffened his whole self and let out a long low growl while he came in me in long jerks while I found myself screaming with pleasure as I had hit it again for the second time within a matter of few minutes. I was thinking to myself ‘Should there be a third?’ while I released my aching muscles off him with a smile and headed to sit on the bench by his side.


I was sitting on the stool for a few minutes glancing absently at the beach scenery, lost in confused thoughts still naked wearing the hat again not covering my face this time. Mr.Nair came back, fully dressed now,  my saree, petticoat and blouse bunchhed up in his hand. He placed them by my side and before I could protest he clicked a few shots of my tired face and naked body after two thunderous orgasms. ‘For my personal satisfaction. I shall give it to you as well if you want’. After cleaning up hastily, I dressed myself up with my OWN clothes and left hurriedly. While at the door I heard Mr.Nair shout ‘Madam, come back sometime in the afternoon to collect some of the pictures. To complete your part of the deal, and don’t forget the pictures taken by ravi. They must still be lying on the chair in the front office. I grabbed the cover containing the pictures on my way out. I was thinking to myself ‘Should I ever go back to that place again, leave alone collecting the pictures for my part of the deal??’ as I headed to my home entering the hot and humid street in the May afternoon.


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The Ladies Tailor

Hi, this is chithra sharing with you an experience at the tailor’s. (a fantasy)

My name is Chithra . Am 34, married for 8 yrs, mother of a 4 yr old. Once my husband had an invitation to attend an important congregation of commercial photographers. He wanted me to look at my absolute best on that evening which was a week away. Now, I look tempting for a 34 yr old. I am 5 ft 7" , 36C 30 38 and fair. He wanted me to dress up for the occasion. So, I reached my friend Aruna for suggestions. She mentioned about the Raj tailors. She said that the place was *popular* among women and strongly advised me to try it. She finished the statement with a 'wink' in her eyes which confounded me a bit, but I didn't take it serious by then.


Up until then, I used to do the stitching of my blouses by myself with the knowledge passed on to me by my mother. I decided to try this place. On a hot and sultry June afternoon I managed to find the tailor shop, after shopping my saree and the matching blouse piece. I was sweating by the time I reached the tailor shop, so the cool air from the air conditioning was a great relief when I entered. I was greeted by a 14 to 15 year old boy. "Hello madam ..Please sit down, uncle is busy inside - he'll be back in a minute ". I smiled at him and sat in the comfortable leather chair and relaxed and was skimming through one of the many magazines for women, particularly the one's concerning women fashion. I was thinking to myself, ' very thoughtful of the owner of the...'-- my thought-train was disturbed by a "Good afternoon Madam.". I looked up to see a nicely dressed gentleman with a pleasant smile. I nodded and got up. He said " I am Raj. What can we do for you?". I told him "I need to stitch a blouse - in some modern style. I need to wear it for a special occasion" . He looked at me appraisingly from head to toe and remarked, " we can transform you from an angel that you are right now, to a goddess !". I laughed at the comment. He said, 'I haven't seen you here before madam...". I said 'My friend aruna directed me here' . He said.. 'Oh Mrs. Aruna, she is one of our special customers. I am glad '. and 'winked' at me meaningfully.


'Okay, what style do you want the blouse to be?'. I looked at him blankly. He nodded assuringly and walked to his desk, brought back
a book with a variety of blouse models and told me to take my time.’ I will be around. give me a shout when you have made your choice' and walked away. I was flipping through the pages of the book, clearly overwhelmed by the number of varieties available. He sited my problem after a while, came back to me and said 'may be I could help'. I really needed some help. so I nodded. He took the book from me, shuffled some pages and stopped at one and showed me a back open model tied with laces. 'This is the best model around in town as of today if you are willing to wear this type , it'll accentuate your beauty'. He suddenly stopped. ' I suppose you are married madam.. and I hope its okay with your husband', he trailed off his sentence coated with concern. Still mesmerized by the model, I was replying absently 'It's the idea of my husband that I need to look my best on one of his special occasions'. That was enough encouragement for him and he said, ' Leave the worrying to us and as I said , we will transform you'. He took the bag with new blouse from me with all the right without asking me and started inspecting the blouse piece and started at my boobs for a few seconds and remarked - 'this one would be wonderful on you madam.. please come in . we shall take the measurements'.



I stood up and noticed that he was taking a peek my navel through the pallu during that fraction of a second. Despite being shy and all that I
normally wear my saree low-hip. so he must have had a good 'preview' and he was possibly dreaming about what was about to come. He got up quickly and led me to his 'back-office'. There was some mild classical music playing in the background and the atmosphere was nice. As I was entering I told him about my total inexperience about stitching blouses outside and me doing it by myself till now. 'Oh very good . Relax madam. you are at the right place' he said. He called his cousin, the little boy too for help and took the inch tape and came to me. I was surprised at first and asked him quite innocently,’ Don’t you have women working in your place to take measurements??' for which he laughed and said ' Oh no, we have two, but unfortunately they are off at the moment' and he continued with the same sugar coated voice , ' but don't worry madam. This is absolutely normal these days. men are taking measurements everywhere.' . I felt a bit stupid for asking that question and quickly nodded and tried a smile.


'Okay , so shall we start?' . with that he came close to me and put the tape around my neck and secured it & took my neck measurement and mumbled some numbers which Ganesh (his cousin) scribbled down in his pad. then , he said 'madam , now we shall lower your pallu a bit..' and without waiting for my permission , gently took my pallu from my shoulder and dropped it down !! - still looking straight to my face. I was partly shocked and almost paralyzed for a few seconds. My first thoughts were , damn, why didn't I pin-up the pallu the way I usually do? . I recovered, and was trying to reach for my pallu and was about to bend down. He stopped me with his hands very gently on my shoulder and said - 'relax madam .. please , how can we take measurements without lowering your pallu ? ' He was smiling at me with full confidence and I was defeated by his thorough professionalism. I was thinking , 'after all , he is doing his job' and agreed. (perhaps this was a mistake). I noticed ganesh's eyeballs were almost popping out looking at my boobs and exposed navel. I was thoroughly flushed and shifted a bit. Noticing my discomfort, Raj sent Ganesh to bring some water.. I relaxed a bit.



Raj stood in front of me , ' madam please lift your hands over your head.' . I did so. He came close to me , put the tape around me to take the base measurement . He brought the tape in front, circled it close the base of my breasts and tightened it now securely. By then Ganesh was back with the water jug and took his pad to take down the measurement. Raj uttered - '36' and Ganesh wrote it down. Ganesh .. come I’ll show you this.. while he was saying this his fingers were brushing against the underside of my breasts nonchalantly. I was beginning to get worried a bit and excited a little. Ganesh came close and was intensely looking at my breasts for a while instead of the tape and its position. Raj went on, 'That's the way to measure the base, but madam is wearing her blouse very loose for the back open model so we need to tighten the measurements a bit more..' and with that he inserted one finger on each breast and lifted it up a bit gently and inserted the tape as deep as it can tightened it.. 'see the difference ? it is now 35.5?!' . Ganesh seemed to be at his learning best and was nodding furiously. Ganesh asked, "Uncle..how did you find that it’s too loose?´.Raj said ,´watch it now´,and with that he inserted his fingers under the material of the blouse..his cold fingers brushed my skin and made me shiver a bit. His fingers crept up to touch the base of my left boob to demonstrate how loose my blouse was!! I wished I hadn’t let him do that little demo.

In spite of shamefully exposing my breasts to 2 strangers I was getting turned on a bit. my brown nipples underneath the blouse were betraying me already. I can feel them getting erected with Raj's fingers gently and subtly fondling the underside of my breast all in the pretext of shifting and re-positioning the tapes- very professionally indeed. Ganesh asked , ' Uncle , could I please take the next measurement then?'. Raj nodded to him without even looking at me. He removed the tape out and handed it to Ganesh and said ' Now go behind chithra madam and marking the centre of her back align the tape to the centre of her blouse in the front side (he professionally avoided using the word breasts or any of its equivalent!!) to measure the cup-size' . With a triumphant look of a kid that earned a candy bar, Ganesh took the inch tape and inched closer to me. He circled it behind me while Raj stepped aside and watched him carefully. Ganesh's hands were still cold from holding the jug containing cold water. when his fingers rested on my back to place the tape I could feel the chillness reaching through my blouse to my spine. I shivered a bit. He meticulously brought the tape around me and rested it on the centre. He was happy with the progress he made so far and was shifting the tape slightly up & down right over my now erect nipples. I was watching him do that to me with hands lifted above. At one point he came close to my armpit to check the tape and smelt the mixed aroma of my sweat and perfume and sniffed a bit so openly making me feel uncomfortable. Now Raj told him to tighten the tape saying that the positioning is correct. He tightened it to the point of obscenely pressing my boobs and lingered his fingers over the tape right on my pointed right nipple studying it closely. I felt like dying out of shame right there, since , if not anything - because of all this, my nipples were getting stiffer by the minute and both the men can clearly see this from the close range through my translucent blouse. All I could do was shut my eyes tight which I did. I feebly said.. 'Could you finish it up soon?'. Raj answered with his now trademark coolness..'Relax madam , we will do a pucca & perfect job for you..' with that he took over from Ganesh and proceeded to take the actual measurements saying , 'when it comes to reading the tape - I trust my own eyes and nothing else!' - another display of professionalism to make me feel *better*.. (instead he was succeeding in making me *wetter* down there!).Of course he hadn't failed to caress both my nipples - first gently and then with some pressure on.



He took the tape off and told the measurement to Ganesh .'I have an idea madam, Ganesh bring that model piece back-less one from the store' . with that he sent Ganesh. He said, 'madam , you have to try one of these models to verify the shape and size. After measuring your sizes, I just remembered that I have something of almost the same size.' Ganesh just came back with the blouse.’ Madam try this please.. ' he handed me a nice looking silky backless blouse with lots of strings. I felt that it was a fair thing to try that stuff to get a first hand feel about it before deciding to go for the model .'madam here is our try room' , he showed me to a small room. There were just mirrors and nothing else on all sides. When he saw me looking at the mirrors , with a smile , he said 'for y(our) viewing pleasure'. and turned to leave, and absently mentioned to me - 'oh madam , to get the correct picture please try it without your brassiere, and careful pls.. the floor is wet still.. Ganesh just cleaned it '. with that Raj left.





When I locked the room first thing , I took my pallu off the shoulder, but realized that I couldn't drop it on the floor, so I bunched it up and tucked it in my hip and continued to unhook my blouse. I managed to remove my blouse off completely and only then realized that there isn't any place in that room to hang it. I was first surprised then annoyed. I opened the door to peek my head out. I couldn't find anyone. I was wondering what to do. after a few seconds Ganesh came by and looked amused to see my head popping out of the change room and came towards me. 'Any problem madam ?' he asked. I told him about the lack of hangers and he replied that the carpenter had taken the hanger out with him for some repair that morning and smiled at me. ' I can take the blouse and hang it in the cup-board next door if u want' he offered. I thought about it a bit . 'Don't worry madam .. it's only next door' , he added with an outstretched hand. I sighed and handed him my blouse. He took and was standing still there . I looked at him questioningly. He said 'Your brassiere too .... madam'. I thought for a bit now.. I was very reluctant to give away my brassiere , at the same time there wasn't a place I could keep it without spoiling it and making it wet & dirty. He told once again , 'it is okay madam and gave a big smile '. I told him to wait and closed the door and unsnapped the hook at the back and took it off, opened the door covering myself with the pallu and peeked my head out to see him standing right at the door close to me . 'Here .. I gave him the bra and noticed that he was looking beyond me at the mirror while taking it from me. He was getting an eyeful of the side view of my naked boob from the side through the reflection from one of the mirrors behind me and was smiling (thinking of his fortune perhaps ) . I had shut the door quickly.


I lowered my pallu, wrapped it one more time around and tucked it on my hip. I started trying this model blouse and just then noticed that I would definitely need a second pair of hands to secure all those knots at my back. I managed to wear both the shoulders of the blouse and was thinking about what to do to tie it from behind. About the same time , there was a knock on the door and Raj asked from outside if everything was fine. I said I am having a problem and opened the door to peek my head out. 'I don't know how to tie these... .and let the sentence trail. He nodded understandingly and pushed the door wider saying ' here... let me help you. this is typical problem with backless ones' and came in. He told me to turn around and presumably looked engrossed in his work while trying to tie the knots on my bare back.. His hands were all over my bare back in his attempt to tie zig zag knots. He was trying to pull the last 2 strings together and since it was too tight making me Vince in pain a bit. 'am sorry madam' . he said , 'it is too tight. my mistake ' he was undoing the knots while speaking , 'I shall bring the next size in a min.' , but for that I need the current size as they are almost the same ' and with that in one whisk he turned me around to face him and tugged the tight choli off my shoulder in one surprisingly quick motion and it came down to my braces in his powerful yank. He gently took the silk blouse off me leaving me standing in daze. He made no attempt to look at my naked breasts as I shrieked and covered them up , ad stood there dumb. He left the room before I said anything. I was confused by this and thought that he must be a true gentleman and these must have been a part of his day to day job

He came back in a few seconds with another blouse and knocked and entered. He smiled at me when he saw me standing with my hands covering my naked breasts and placed the choli and on my shoulder and went out. I was in an internal turmoil of emotions by now and my senses were shamefully in fire. I meekly called him after I wore it on my shoulders. I just noticed that this one was sleeveless. HE came in with no formalities and with a busy smile and directly walked behind me and dutifully tied the knots. It fitted me perfectly and he told me to look at myself in the mirror on all sides. Not to mention , the knots were clinging to my flesh and there were small folds of flesh formed on either side of each knot. 4 of them in total in zig zag array. He stepped behind and admired his handy work. He told me to wear the pallu over me . till then having forgotten all about it , a new rush of shame filled in me , I took the pallu and put it over the saree. He adjusted it a bit here and there. He said ,' you look very nice and sexy madam , you may have to expose some more in the hip region to look more appealing . 'One second pls' and he started lowering my saree frills just below navel a bit more than what it was already , 'The frills should begin by at least an inch below navel... and you have a nice deep one to show off proudly and make of fleet of gentlemen raise their eye-brows and women burn with envy.. ' ( like I said this guy knows to talk.. !).


Now , he went back2 steps and looked at me for a while.. "One thing is missing madam , rather in excess" (he smiled).. . "You need to shave your armpits really smooth" . I was a bit confused and lifted my hand and showed him.. "Isn't this good enough?" He came closer and with a broad smile on his face ran his palm along my shaven arm pit. This made me giggle a bit and more horny. He nodded negative saying that it could compete with a 2 days unshaven stub of a guy . That remark made me flush. I found myself saying.. "But I just shaved it this morning... "and trailed the sentence. He said "I shall show you the real equipment." and opened the door and was back in a flash "here ... look at this madam. Ultra modern tri-top razor for women.. and imported cream . As a matter of fact the whole set is imported and the ultra smoothness lasts for days. Want to try??". He looked at me too businesslike with the offer. I was amazes at the equipment kit and ashamed at the thought of shaving my armpit at the tailor's. Sensing my unsteadiness Raj kicked in.. "Please turn madam .. " he urged , not giving me a chance to respond. Then quickly untied the knots. I asked "What are you doing?"... confused . He looked puzzled ... "preparing you madam" and smiled.. "But where is the bathroom.. I shall do it there.." .. "oh no, this is an expensive set of equipment , so please leave it to the master to handle it" .. while saying that he had managed to untie the knots completely and was pulling the blouse off me while I stood daze stuck. He took the blouse from me while I covered myself with pallu withy a feeling I had felt never before looked at him. He walked out of the room with the blouse saying that he will bring some water . While he came back with the water , predictably the blouse was missing and this time he didn't bother knocking . I was hand inspecting my armpit and was caught off guard. He smiled at me and came closer and took my right hand gently and lifted it over me. His face was so close to my armpits and pallu covered boobs. pls hold it there.. He started applying some water and expertly made the region wet. Slowly and smoothly applied the
cream on my underarm area. It was a soft and different feeling. Many a times his hands brushed on to the sides of my naked boobs. He started shaving my right armpit and since it was just shaved in the morning it didn't take long. but every now and then his palm completely rested on my bade boobs and the base of his palm was pressing against my now 100% pointed right nipple. He was done with my right armpit and wiped it dry and told me to feel it. I was feeling it with my left hand at the same time he was coming around me to the other side and accidentally brushed against my back and I could not only feel how nice and smooth armpit was but also could feel how rock hard his erection was behind his baggie hidden trousers. I was in a way relieved to think that he is after all human too and suppressed a little smile. He told me to lift the other hand and did the same to it taking his time and using the opportunities to brush against my pallu covered naked breast.



He was just about done with his shaving and was picking up his tools while he accidentally noticed my navel. He came close to it and bent down and was on his knees all of a sudden studying it close moving my pallu aside . I asked him "what is the matter? " He said "I can see a brow of hair line going down from your navel . " he started tracing it ... " see here " I bent down to see what he meant and nodded. "We shall remove that as well to make this area soft and more appealing, please come with me". I said .. " no please that won't be needed.." He stared at me.." Let's make ivory skin of velvet texture madam" , "Your husband will be very proud of you. Please don’t say no... come with me " and with that he took my hand and took me out of the room of mirrors topless , My pallu was only partly covering my boobs and the typically wide eyed Ganesh now had his eyes turned to globes almost as big as my melons staring at them, while I walked by him.. I did my best to retain my modesty (if there is any left by now). He took me to an adjacent room where there was a cheap cot and told me to lie down. I was very reluctant and tried to back out as I didn't like the setup . The door was open and Ganesh could clearly see from his chair what would happen here. I told him with half tone before sitting on the cot "the door.." Raj said.. "Don’t worry madam no one will come " and pressed my shoulder to make me lie down. The table was looking more like examination table to my imagination. When I turn my head to my side , I could see Raj's hard on clear now close to my face. He made me lie down on my back and moved my pallu aside and bared my tummy completely. He was rubbing his palm in the exposed region below my navel to get the feel of the area.



"Okay we shall start madam. Oh this water is dirty already Ganesh ! bring some water .." with that his one hand rested on my saree frills while the
other pressed my tummy with some pressure to create a gap.. and whiff... he pulled my saree frills as a bunch completely off my hip and out of the
petticoat. I shrieked aloud with shock and excitement. "What are you doing!!!!!?? why did you take my saree off me?? Why do you call Ganesh?" In my confused
state I didn't know what to ask for .. since too much happened at the same time. The next instance I could see Ganesh with the water jug by my side staring
at my shapely boobs by the side of pallu which had considerably moved off its position because of the force with which the saree was pulled off.
"I was eaten alive with shame as 2 strangers were having a feast staring at my naked boobs in such a close proximity and I could do nothing much.

I covered my boobs with the pallu quickly once again , at the same time Raj's smooth hands glibly untied my petticoat knot. For a fleeting moment I missed it until his other hand that was pressing my navel before .. stated pushing my petticoat down my hip.. I shut my eyes tight and shouted "STOPPP PLEASE" .. It was too late and Raj had brought it down a bit too far and exposed my private for a brief moment. "Sorry madam I didn't realize that you were not wearing anything inside" ... and he drew the petticoat just enough to cover the region.



He started sprinkling water to the region below my navel and it was a bit cold.. I shivered a bit and my eyes still shut tight with embarrassment. I could feel the presence of Ganesh so close to my breasts while Raj was applying the cream now softly over the skin below my navel and the brush was reaching dangerously low close to my pussy. I was thoroughly shaken by the events so far and almost close to my climax with all that happened so far. My body was writhing with excitement as Raj started to shave that area between my petticoat and navel . I close my eyes with my hands tightly with shame and excitement. Raj's hand was resting on my navel for balance while he shaved with the other. He didn’t miss the opportunity to insert his finger as deep as it could get in my deep navel and gently tickled it by shaking back and forth. He was soon finished with his work there and wiped it with a clean cloth and ran his hand along there and murmured.. " "feels nice" and started drawing a line from my belly downwards till he reached my petticoat . "Madam from your belly till here bush (he poked to make an emphasis and made me jerk) it is very very clean.. but I just noticed that you are sporting a bush below this point.." , " we shall launch our lawn mover operation " .. with that he gripped the loose petticoat around my waist and began pulling it down , together with my saree.. "I had mustered all the resistance I had and said a meek .. "no pls " (which even I didn't hear properly) and heeding to his sudden force lifted my hip slightly to bid my petticoat farewell. He managed to pull my saree and petticoat completely off me in a matter of seconds. I felt my last stitch of clothing travel past my thigh reach the knees and off me .


"Ganesh .. put madam's saree and petticoat together with the rest of her dresses" , I slightly opened my eyes to see Ganesh grinning and taking my clothes away from the room and vanishing and Raj intently studying my pubic area. "Madam you have a very nice structure" . I had kept my thigh as close and as tight as possible and lying there very very conscious that I am totally nude in a broad day light in front 2 strangers. My pussy was so dripping wet , I was ashamed to even think what would happen if it is touched now.. Raj gently but with some force started spreading my thigh apart and made a "cluck" sound after looking my vagina. "Madam we are going to make it 10 times nicer..Relax..." . With that he was in business and I lied with my hands covering my already tightly closed eyes.

" Suddenly I heard another pair of footsteps.. coming close to my face(must be Ganesh) ,, Raj sprinkled the water and started lathering the hair in that area extra lavishly taking time.. I was thoroughly excited and was getting turned on more by the minute. He started shaving off the hair above and the sides of the lip region and was carefully shaving the region below. Half way through he spread the lips wider with his fingers. "Hmm ..nice pink flesh madam" . with that he started stroking my clit just above the lips.. first gently and then with force. He kneaded it with his fingers and pinched the clit. It was too much for me and I arched my hip on air and moaned aloud . I was at the verge of coming but felt that a pair of hands over my head reaching over me and grabbing my bare boobs. I gasped to find that the pair of small hands pinched my nipples. My nipples were pinched in tandem with the kneading of my clit by Raj and let myself out with a loud loud cry. With my hip held high up and my nipples and clit being treated good Raj's other had using the opportunity to trace a line along my butt crevice while I was Cumming. This made me go crazy and what seemed to be an eternity I continued Cumming for about a full minute and half or two I suppose.

Raj's hand was very vet with my juices flowing across and he came by my side and took my hands off my eyes. I was lying still collapsed. Please turn around madam. I nodded and turned. Ganesh was grinning wide and standing by my side . He was sporting a hard on as well which was now casually brushing my cheeks over his half trousers. Raj resumed his position and Spread my thighs wide again and continued to later my butt hole. "I am going to clean this region also madam and make it hair-less" and he started applying his razor with great care to take the hair off the region and at one point he called Ganesh for help. I was wondering what would be that .. and I soon found out. Ganesh was opening my butt cheeks and spreading it wide while Raj applied the lotion there in the hole. It was so humiliating , yet exciting. I felt my body responding for another session. Raj was slowly inserting his already wet finger now in to my butt cheeks while I jerked and shrieked an "OOOPS" .. His finger found the spot and was slowly moving in and Ganesh released my butt cheeks and came in front. He tried to insert his hands to reach for my boobs , but found it a bit difficult as I decided to throw a little challenge. He seemed to think a few seconds and dug his 10 fingers simultaneously on either side of my hip and started tickling me.. At the same time Raj inserted his other hand into my lips deep and started moving his fingers from both hands IN and OUT of my butt and pussy. The tickling and fingering at the same time was too much and I yielded to Ganesh , He reached for my boobs and cupped them .. He caressed the left one while pinching the right nipple gently , The whole set up was too
much and Raj pulled me up so I rested on my knees and my butt was in the air. After a few minutes of persistent fingering of my butt and pussy and fondling of my big melons I was building to another orgasm and was reaching pretty close to it. A few moments before the height if it Raj abruptly removed his hands and taking the cue ,.. so did Ganesh.


I was confused and breathless. Raj smiled at me sitting on the table confused. He slowly started undressing. He nodded at Ganesh and he left the room locking the door. I was in such a state at that point , I could do anything to end that mounting climax. It was too depressing. When Raj took off his trouser I could see a nice thick one behind his boxers. He pushed his boxer slowly off his hip and his stiff cock sprang out.. I was mesmerized and was staring at it. He came closer to me and took my hand and let me hold it. I ran my fingers along the shaft and glided them down towards his balls. and cupped his balls and squeezed it gently. I ran my other hand to the tip of the shaft and started drawing circles very gently. Within seconds I could feel my hand wet with the pre-cum. He smiled and brought my head below. I bent down to kiss it while holding his stiff ass cheeks with my hands on wither side. He surprised me with a force and pushed my head towards his cock and made me take 'his' in my mouth. I ran my tongue along it . Still in the trance. I flicked my tongue in and around the tip of his shaft. It was thick and hard as rock. I was completely complying with my bodily needs, He was cupping my soft melons now and resting his hands on my nipples. he was fingering them gently and pressing my boobs while I was slowly sucking his cock in and out . after a few minutes of this he sensed his mounting feeling and stopped me. He removed his cock from my mouth, went to the corner of the room and came back slowly unwrapping a condom. It was strangely turning me on to see a fully grown man butt naked walking towards me with a stiff hard on. (I had never seen my husband that way) I was waiting with a peculiar never-had-before anticipation.


He told me to bend down and rest on all fours on the floor. "Let’s do something different madam" .. with that he knelt behind me and grabbed my ass cheeks and inserted my pussy from behind in doggie style. That was another surprise to me. My husband never had me in doggie style. The mounted me with such expertise that I felt like I was doing in that position for ages.. He started humping me gently holding my butt and I was supporting myself with my hands on the ground. After a few strokes he started doing it with force and came closer to my body from behind and held my hanging breasts from either side and started squeezing. I started moaning aloud.... very very loud now as I hadn't experienced this type of feeling / excitement ever before. with each hump from him I could feel 'IT' building inside me.. steadily.



I could hear myself shouting 'aah' aah aah aah aahaaah aah aaaah aah aaaah .... and him slapping my butt chaaaap.... chaapppp.. now and then,. This was so kinky yet an incredible turn on for me and I could feel the mounting orgasm by the minute. He squeezed my boobs with one hand and somehow managed to finger my butt hole at the same time while he was humping.. After mounting and for what seemed forever I felt his body stiffen suddenly and he held me like a strong guerilla and humped with a high speed. I sensed him Cumming and I was at the verge as well.. While he stiffened and shot in me I let out a loud moan at the same time (this is entirely new to me) I was Cumming at around the same time and I realized I was moaning and jerking for a long moment even after he was done before collapsing. I dropped on the floor dripping in sweat.


Raj let me lay in the position for a little while and lifted me gently with smile on his face, He took me to the shower annexed and let me take a hot steaming shower. I had a long relaxed steam bath and when I was done I wiped myself dry with a towel there and opened the door . Raj was dressed by then and waiting for me with my clothes. He took the towel from me and produced a camera .. "for my memories madam.." I was in no mood to resist now and he quickly snapped one with even a little smile on my face. He let me dress up all the while watching me at the various stages of (un)dressing..

He told me "We Shall see us next time madam.. pls collect your blouse the day after tomorrow , let us do a trial ... and I hope you would have a nice time at the party with your husband ".. with the he waved me good bye .. with a meaningful smile.

I just left the place thinking about my friend aruna's remark why this place could be ** popular ** among women!!

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The Bus Encounter

The Bus Encounter Title : The Bus Encounter I am Chithra. I am in my early thirties,married still in shape. (my stats are 5 ft 7" tall, fair and 36C 30 38 ). I normally wear saree every day and ususally prefer to wear it low-hip, exposing the deep navel as it suits my height. I also secretly enjoy the stares & peeks i receive when the pallu drifts a bit, to the side. The incident i am about to narrate, happened in one of my bus journeys at chennai. Sometimes when the bus is crowded there will be some strange hand trying to caress my butt, and after a while, sensing the lack of resistance, usually advance the hand to my bare hip. I like this part especially since i am ticklish around my hips & belly and get very excited when caressed there. My courage level usually ends there and i would start showing some resistance and the hand would vanish as fast as it had appeared. One evening , i had to go shopping and return and i had gotten a bit more courageous than most of the days.. decided to go pantyless. I was wearing a maroon saree, matching blouse and black brassiere and petticoat. I finished my shopping and was returning around 7.30 pm in the evening. The bus i boarded was too crowded that day and the journey would be an half hour. I was sandwitched in the middle of the bus. I was standing right smack at the centre of the bus, resting my shopping bags on the floor between my legs. I had to lift both my hands over my head to hold the overhead railings since the ride was especially jerky.It had gotten dark outside and the light inside was too dim. My already low lowhip saree dropped a notch further below my waist that evening because of my awkward standing posture. It was only a matter of time. There was that anticipated hand from a stranger from the back resting on my butt lightly. I couldn't feel it at first, as it was too crowded , until the hand firmly rested on my back. I had a chill running over my spine when i realised that i wasn't wearing panties too that day. Perhaps the stranger had realised it at the same time as he started cupping my bare butt through my saree and started running his fingers along the crevice. Inspite of my long tired day, i was beginning to get excited. The one thing i noticed was that the person standing behind me (whoever that was?!!) was too short. He was only to my shoulder level i guess. He rested his other hand on my bare waist. His hand was suprisingly soft and tender. Hi left hand was resting at the area where i had tucked my saree into my petticoat at my waist for a long time. I didn't pay particular attention to it as his right hand which was caressing my back had circled in front by my right side, pushed my pallu deftly, rested on my bare belly ,moments later discovered my deep navel and was fingering it. My excitement was certainly building up and i was holding the railing tighter. I completely failed to realise what his other hand was doing all this time.. He was slowly taking my saree tucks out of my petticoat while he was fingering my navel.. now, my petticoat knott came out completely in view as my saree folds in that area has been expertly loosened by him, and i was blissfully unaware of this still, while his fingers were resting lightly on the knott.. ( He could see this clear and close since he was much shorter than I ). He was beginning to loosen the knott of my petticoat, and lo!! i came to my senses. He had alreay gone too far ahead and the moment he sensed that i had found out what he was upto, he yanked the knott and loosened it so quick that i had no time to react. The next thing i felt was my petticoat loosening around my hip and his hand resting on my bare hip inside while his right hand securely gripping my saree and my now completely loose petticoat, firmly so it stay on my hip. I was thinking about my options.. With my position , with my hands over my head and legs holding the shopping bags , in the uncomfortable position he caught me. - completely! I was too scared to imagine my petticoat dropping in public , in a bus. I don't want a scene. So, i turned my head and whispered as softly as i could over my shoulder, to the person behind - "Tie to back! Pleaseee" . I could see the smug smile on the greasy face and a satisfied nod ( indicating "i got u" ) from him in the fraction of a second i managed to see his face. I was so mortified and embarrassed , that i couldn't face him any longer and turned back. He,now used his left hand to hold my petticoat & saree in place while he brought his right hand around me and inserted it through my loosened petticoat to rest on my bare right butt cheek! He slowly started executing his game plan. He enjoyed feeling my bare flesh around my hip & thigh region.His right hand loitered there for a while. (I just noticed that it was very soft too! ) He moved his hand again from my hip to the back, resting his palm on my butt cheek, enjoying the sensation of my bare round butt.. He kneaded the flesh in the region and pinched me there. I could still not comprehend the face that all this was happening in a crowded bus. It was a bit too much beyond my wildest imagination. He moved his fingers to run along my now moist butt crevice, sending shocks all over me. My only reaction was to clutch the rails tighter. His finger travelled from top to bottom , up & down along the crevice . He seemed to have enjoyed it very much. He then rested it on my anus..I was totally unprepared for this, because even my husband hasn't touched me there . He attempted one hard push with his finger making me stand on tip toes and gasp. His fingers loitered there a bit longer and moved down targetting the prime spot now. His fingers reached the base of my pussy lips from behind through my aleady spread legs (since my shopping bags were in between my legs). I involuntarily spread my thighs a bit more wide and his middlefinger easily entered my now very wet pussy lips. He managed to insert another finger too as my thigh is now spread wide enough. My excitement was mounting and i was beginning to get scared more at the same time. He started wiggling his fingers inside my pussy while i was standing there horrified and helpless (excited neverthless ) His index finger found the skin of my clit and started applying pressure there. There was a bus stop and a reshuffle in the crowd by then. We were pushed from behind and i had to move one step forward. He held me in the same position and we moved forward. It was a very wierd feeling to move my legs with a stranger's fingers in my pussy. I was beginning to get concerned and scared more while he continued to massage my clit..and pinch my outer lips with his thumb. I was close to cumming , but didn't want that to happen on a bus ,since i am loud normally. I was getting so scared. I turned and whispered.. to him again "please stop now.. and tie it back". He seemed to think a bit for a while and decided to remove his fingers from my pussy . I relaxed and sighed. While taking out his now wet fingers he quickly inserted his index finger in my anus and gave a shove.. It went in this time as it was wet. and i gave a sharp yelp and tip toed again since i was not at all prepared again.The person standin in front turned back to look at me. I was profusedly sweating and managed a meak smile.One third of his finger mush have been through i guess and he was wiggling it for a while making me jerk at will .. Then he decided to take it out and took his time to shabbily tie my pettiocat. I eased up a bit and lowered my left hand and adjusted the saree and tucked it inside the petticoat. I was looking positively horrible. He continued to rest his hand on my bare belly inside the pallu and his hard on was pressing on my butt now. This is familiar to me though . He took the hand above and managed to give a squeeze to my left tit. By then there was a bus stop nearing, and i decided enough is enough and felt too scared to take more risks that day. I got quickly freed from him and managed to get down the bus with my bags. I rushed staright to the restaurant nearby and off i went to the toilet there .. ended up cumming there . I securedly tied my petticoat and adjusted the saree and had a coffee there to calm down a bit and came out of the restaurant. The little buggar (my hero?) was standing at the bus stop, staring at mee with a sly smile . He had gotton to look at me in some light from the front too.. (almost nothing left for imagination now) .I didn't have the nerve to wait there any longer ,so i had quickly hailed for an auto and reached home. That night , at home I had the best sex till date. (Un)fortunately, I had never managed to find the guy again though. Let me know what you think...