Dress Rehearsal

Morning Sun was blazing on all its glory at 9.00AM already making it feel like its past noon. I crashed on the couch exhausted as the typical early workday morning took its toll on me, like any other day.

I was enjoying the moments of peace, listening to the ceiling fan’s noise over the traffic on the road with my eyes closed after the morning’s mayhem had subsided. Between 5.30 and 8.45 is usually so busy for a housewife that it’s a splendid demonstration of how to multitask!  The cooler breeze from the open living room windows and the artificially circulated relatively warm air from the fan overhead were caressing my body as I sat leaned back on the couch with legs up on the teapot table. I raised my arms to loosen my hair and rested my head back on the sofa and massaged my loose hair on my head lazily, enjoying the sensation of the cool breeze from the window making its way past the sleeves of my nightie and brush the  undersides of my bra-free tits. While the fan, not wanting to be left out, blew the air through the partly carelessly done buttons of the front open nightie. Especially the fourth button, the Achilles heel of the nightie, always had the tendency to come loose first, which is strategically placed below my tits and above my navel. Today was no exception and as I lazily massaged my hair the button popped open and the warmish air from the fan was caressing my tits and upper midriff as I arched my back a slightly, to ease the tense muscles at my back. Not caring even a bit, about the fact that a good portion of my left boob had popped out as I had arched and twisted my back sighing out loudly. My eyes still shut, as I relaxlove ed, recuperating myself. 

This is sort of my everyday ritual, as I made it a habit of enjoying my “me-time”, if I could, after the early morning storm subsides and before the next spell of household chore commences.  Eyes shut, feeling the generous gush of air from the popped open button to my tits, I was smiling thinking, of the reason why that button always comes loose first in all my nighties. It’s to do with my darling hubby Ravi, who after  10+ yrs of marriage still grabs it first and yanks it open wasting no time, to push his way through to my tits during his ‘quickie’ sessions.  Though, I am all his, overnight, he loves to sneak in when I least expect for example, this morning, when I was busy at the kitchen, I felt his hands brace me from behind and the next second, before I could protest (as the kids were waiting in the hall for their breakfast) his hands breached the button 4 and were busy palming and squeezing my supple full breasts from under the nightie.  Despite my hushed protest, he didn’t let me go, before he pinched my  nipples, making it erect, giggling and as he slid his hands out of my nightie, he slid hiss hands over my nightie down to my hips and poked his fingers on my soft hips on both sides making me jump with both my hands holding on to the plates of idlies for the kids, as I yelped a ‘eei raveee’ in a low tone, biting my lips. His hands slipped down further to my back and he squeezed my naked butt cheeks over my soft nightie making me gasp. He knew that my hands were both busy holding the plates. He laughed and moved away after patting my butt cheeks one more time, again.

As I came out of the kitchen with the button still the boys were curious as to what the whole commotion was.  The elder one now 8, can’t take his eyes off the gap at the nightie, before I could quickly adjust it after placing the plates on the table. I smiled at him embarrassed, and Ravi quickly took over thankfully, rushing them to finish their breakfast as it was getting late for them.

The breeze has now taken over Ravi’s job of caressing my body after he left.  As I dreamily replayed the morning’s highpoint in my mind, my hands dropped down from my head and rested on my tits and slowly started the naught business of circling my nipples over the nightie material, as I felt my thighs lock together one on top of the other  crushing the nightie material caught in between involuntarily.  I started grinding my thighs up and down gently applying pressure particularly on the upper thigh, causing the much needed friction over my now burning pussy.

As I sighed faster and louder, I’d completely missed the pair of prying eyes from the neighbouring flat’s study which overlooked our living room. The new neighbour was an elderly man in 50s, who had recently moved last month and spends quite some time , at the study, so I’d kept the window shut most of the time, these days. But, since his apartment was locked for the past few days, I decided to get some fresh air today, not realising that he has arrived home this morning. He got the dividends for his persistence I suppose, as he’d quickly and quietly brought the cheap binoculars to his eyes and looked at me intently.  He was enjoying what he seeing. He felt his lips go dry as he watched my tits rise and fall rhythmically as I breathed aloud and kneaded them. The nightie had ridden to mid thighs now and the partly bare left tit was in full view to him, making him lick his lips in anticipation.  While I licked my lips at the same time, reliving the sensation of the deep kiss from Ravi before he left to work at while as usual, he dug his hand and slid it along my butt crevice over the nightie, making me go weak between my knees as he knew that it’s a perfect recipie to set me up. As he came out of the kiss, he smiled as he pinched my butt cheeks again, saying ‘Byeee’  while I retorted, ‘Not fair rascal, leaving me this way!’. I shuddered and came, as I imagined his hand on my bottom and lips feeling the kiss still, while my hands were busy tweaking the nipples, over the material of the nightie. I preferred to play with my tits over my nightie as the feel of the fabric usually intensifies my sensation.

As he saw me shudder and go limp and lay back on the couch sighing, he quickly placed the binoculars away, but didn’t move away.  When I opened my eyes a few moments later, with the naughty smile still on my face, I was “‘&*^%$£$@” to see him standing at his balcony, 30 feet away. Yes, that’s right! There were no words to describe my feelings!  With the window open so wide, I can clearly make him out standing at the balcony leaning forwards in my direction.  Shocked, trying to act as causal as I could, but unable to , I quickly pulled the nightie down from my upper  thighs and as I sat up, secured the cursed 4^th button urgently, not before giving him a hazy, brief but definitive view of  freely dangling left boob. I wasn’t sure if he could notice it from far, but I’d assumed the worst, as I felt my cheeks redden in shame as I stood up. I felt standing butt naked, as the stupid nightie I felt, betrayed me completely, exposing myself , my curves, my still very pointy nipples as the sunrays peered past the translucent nightie material.

It’s my habit of years to give freedom to my inner garments late evening, until I took a shower next morning.  It feels liberating. So, I didn’t want to change it for anyone or anything, but this time, I might have compromised more than I was willing to.  As I stood up and was about to rush to the bathroom,  I heard his loud voice call at me. ‘Good Morning Chithra madam’ enthusiastically.

Stunned, caught off balance, I turned around and offered a smiled and responded ‘Good morning sir’ with my hands crossed over my chest, casually, to hide my pokey nipples. ‘I just returned from Coonoor this morning by train, I had a photoshoot there, during the last 4 days.’ He spoke loudly from his balcony. I replied, ‘Oh that’s nice. A good chance to escape the hot weather’. ‘ What’s that? Can’t hear you, please can you come closer?’  he said.  Cursing myself, for answering back, unable to find any excuse, badly missing a towel over my shoulder, I stepped out in the balcony, feeling the sun on my shoulders and face immediately.  ‘ I said good excuse to escape the warm weather’ I repeated, leaning forward at the balcony ledge which was as high as my waist if I stood up. So I leaned on it, with my hands resting on the balcony wall, covering the free hanging chest.

Wait a second, he said and stepped back and emerged with a big envelope. ‘Is this for you?’ he asked casually. I couldn’t see anything from that far away, but it looked like an oversized envelope. Due to natural human curiosity, I got up and shielded my eyes with my hand to avoid the glare and stretched forward to see it better.. As I did that, he stared back at the now uncovered nipples poking through the nightie, forming grand impressions on the thin cloth. He was able to see what he wanted to see lot clearer than what I tried to see.  ‘ I can’t see clearly Mohan sir’ I told him. Yes that’s who he was.  “I can see quite clearly madam!” he uttered absently still staring at the outlines of my naked tits and the nipples under the nightie, which at that instance was doing a great job of sashaying my 36 sized C cup shaped assets rather than hide.  From his smile and his intense stare, Just realised what he meant, and smiling shyly, I quickly leaned forward, crossing my hands…  ‘Mohan sir, I need to go. I’ll perhaps collect from you whatever it is, later. Must be wrongly delivered post as usual. Bye’  ‘Sure Chithra, I am going out now, why don’t I come around and drop it to you. Seems to be important, Addressed to Ravi’ he said, before I could protest, ‘not now Mohan sir may be later’, he added, ‘not a problem chithra, it’s just next door. See you in a bit’ and he vanished.

That’s how  our family and Mohan sir got introduced. Due to our area’s genius post man who always confuses Ravi and Mohan, because they both sound alike (!!) just like how our door number 1A and his door number 3D are so similar(!!!) we ended up getting his posts and the other way around a few times so far. So inevitably we invited him in, the last few occasions, and he had a tea with us the last couple of occasions. Especially his last visit was past 9.15 pm to deliver a post that belonged to us. Ravi being Ravi, opened the door giving me no time at all, as I had just changed into my night dress after dinner and granted freedom to my inners as usual. Ravi is a loveliest husband any girl can get, but he is sometimes a bit of an idiot when it comes to common sense.  Ravi thanked Mohan and invited him in to my annoyance, and asked me to make a tea for him as we were sipping our tea after dinner ourselves. I obliged and quickly slipped into the kitchen while I could hear their conversation, where Mohan was explaining that he owns an Ad agency and is currently busy with shooting various projects.

Just then I stepped out of the kitchen with a towel on my shoulders which was still woefully inadequate to cover up my ‘freely jiggling ‘ tits as I walked with the tea, towards him. Mohan before accepting the tea struck his hands out like as if he is focussing a camera towards me and with serious looks panned the ‘camera’ from my head to toe slowly, with utmost seriousness in his face, taking his time to stop at my face, then tits, and further down below at my navel as he spoke to Ravi, ‘ Sir, madam has a beautiful structure to be a model, if you don’t mind my complimenting her!’ he said with a sincere voice. ‘ I can make her really famous’ he said now looking me, smiling. Ravi was brimming with pride, as I shifted uneasily.  ‘Your tea, Mohan sir’ I placed it on the table and sat on the couch next to Ravi, my cheeks red in embarrassment, still thinking of the way he scrutinized me. There was something in his looks. He didn’t just look at me , but he drilled through me.

He even went on further to tell Ravi, ‘Sir, I may be getting some Saree advert orders from none other than the Roshni’s as they are opening a London branch soon. They are known for a fancy pay and are always in the look out for raw talents, just like Chithra madam, in their mid to late 20s’. That made us both chuckle. Ravi laughed loudly, while I smiled shyly as he deliberately reduced my age by a generous 7 to 8 years.  Unknown to me, I was falling for his flattery as I didn’t mind his perverted gaze of roaming eyes all over my curves.  He even complimented me to Ravi, ‘Madam must be well suited for a traditional saree ad Ravi sir, as she has hourglass structure like actress Meena. Don’t take me wrong sir, I speak the industry’s voice! The figure combined with her height would be a big plus if madam decides to spend her spare time wearing the Roshni sarees. Whats more, she gets to keep the sarees after the shoot, on top of her payment.  ’what do you say Ravi sir? Lets ignore madam for now, I have seen hundreds of first timers in my career and they all say ‘its not for me’ before they begin. Especially the married ones like madam, once they are into it, they can’t get enough of it’ He said politely but looked at me to smile meaningfully, making me shift at my seat uneasily.

Ravi looked at me thoughtfully, ‘What do you think Chthra?’ he was asking for my opinion seriously!

 I can’t believe that he was serious about the whole thing and added urgently, ‘No Ravi, Not for me.’ then turned to Mohan, ‘No Mohan sir, it’s not my kind of thing.’ I said politely but firmly as I had doubts about Mohan’s approach all along. That didn’t stop me from feeling proud that there was a stranger whom we knew only for a few days is all praises for my body.

But Mohan was persistent ‘See Mr Ravi, just like I said, married women always say No, no, not for me!’ he guffawed. ‘Think about it Ravi sir, all she has to do is wear Sarees and smile in front of the camera. All that, for good money and loads of free sarees too.’ When Ravi pointed out that I may not be comfortable with it he simply went on, ‘No problem Ravi sir, I’ll let you only if anything comes along that would be suitable for madam as she is far too dignified to model for anything inappropriate’.  With that he stood up to leave, advising Ravi to think about what he said before bidding us good night.

 

After he left Ravi locked the door, sat next to me and told, ‘Looks like Mohan has an eye out for you, if you aren’t careful, he will soon do this to you very soon!’ (Saying he squeezed my right boob, quite unexpectedly, making me shriek and slap his arm in protest). ‘Seriously, be careful with him, he doesn’t seem to want to take no for an answer. On the other hand, if you think it will keep you busy during the day and will be a change from the routine, give it a try by all means, as it might be a genuine offer he is talking about.  ’ Again, Ravi being Ravi, just like Norway, would always like to take the neutral stance in anything. 

I am way too shy and reserved to try anything out. I don’t even wear my saree low-hip normally when I am going outside. All my free culture is confined within the boundaries of my home.

That night when we were in bed, while he removed my nightie with the light still on, (he likes to do that everytime, and even after years of marriage, I pull the sheets immediately in shame which he likes to pull away from me as well!), he said playfully, ‘I am sure that old crook is right now dreaming and planning on how to get my gorgrous wife out of her clothes and have her all for himself’)

He received a prompt punch on his tummy for those sacred comments, but nevertheless, when we were making love soon after, his comments earlier had hit the right spot for me. when Ravi mounted me,  deep in my imagination mohan was smiling wickedly and sliding his hands under my saree all the way up and started pulling my knickers down in front of a camera  making me cringe in shame, while another ugly dark faced person was filming it all with one hand and stroking his cock with the other.  That very thought drove me wild and made me cumm instantly!

So enough of preludes, back to reality.. After seeing his head disappear in his house, I rushed back in, unable to decide what to do first.  Ran, in to my bedroom and gathered the first available pair of inners and just when I was about to wear it, the phone rang. Cursing the phone, I ran back to the hall clutching the bra and panties in my hand, dropped them on the table and picked up the cordless phone. ‘Hello’ came the sweet voice of Ravi. The perennial timing guy! He knows how to wreck things for me always! Despite the situation a smile erupted on my face hearing his voice. ‘What now my dear?’ I asked him. ‘You don’t usually call me this time’ I enquired. ‘Oh, Just a small help Chithra, I need some files that I left at home this morning.   I’ll send the office peon Govindan  now, Can you give them to him? They are on the first shelf in my cupboard’. Just when I was telling him that its fine, I heard the doorbell chime. Ours is quite loud, so Ravi heard it too. I told him, ’who else, it must be Mohan, he is delivering post as usual’, and opened the door and stepped out of the way to let him in with the phone still in my ears.  Only when his eyes widened as he planted them firmly on my tits did I remember my predicament and turned away from him closing the door.  He was already seated on the sofa as Ravi was talking to me. To my horror, I noticed Agmark lust in his eyes as he placed the big envelope on the table next to where my bra and panties lay.  As  I said,  ‘OK , send Govindan in Ravi, I’ll give him the files, I’ll see you in the evening’, Mohan interrupted me loudly getting up..  ‘Is it Ravi?? Can I talk to him for a second? ’ with that, he was right next to me, with his hand stretched out for the phone with the same ‘trademark’ mohan smile on his face.     

His compelling gesture made me hand the phone over to him. ‘Ravi, Mohan sir wants to tell you something. One sec.’ He took the phone and greeted Mohan like they were pals for ages. He then started explaining to Mohan about the new project his agency has undertaken with the big well known garment traders Roshni’s  and to discuss that he was at Cooner the whole of last week.

As he spoke over the phone he walked across the hall casually, towards the table. I followed him like a bakri at the slaughter’s stall as he was completely blocking access to the table in front of the couch.

‘As I was saying earlier Mr. Ravi, you should  think about this offer from me very seriously, as each session that Chithra works with us, could fetch you up to Rs80,000 and may be there’d at least 4 to 6 independent saree shoots indoors or outdoors.’ As he spoke he casually lifted my bra from the table and turned around to face me. Smiling wickedly he dangled it in front of my face while he continued to speak. Needless to say, I was very embarrassed and blushing furiously, I grabbed it from his hand immediately.  He moved just a little and continuing to explain the project and the money structure, dates etc to Ravi, he pointed to the panty as well still smiling wickedly at me, but didn’t move enough to make space for me to fetch it. At the height of embarrassment, I reached forward around him red-faced, fetched the panties as well.  Just as I turned around to go back to the bedroom, he suddenly grabbed my waist. I was shocked and before I could protest or yell, he continued in the phone. ‘ As I was saying Ravi, I’ll put you on speaker. I told Chithra to stay here as well to listen to what we are discussing, as she is busy tidying the house now. Even now she is standing with some cups in her hand.’ He said looking at my bra cups making me blush again. By now, we were in speaker, and my moment to yell had passed when Ravi called me out, ‘Chithra, can you hear me?’, but his grip around my waist still remained!  I answered back lamely,  ’yes  Ravi, listening. I am standing right next to him’, I added while trying to free myself from his grip.

Delighted with my response Mohan carried on, ‘what do you think Ravi? If you say it’s Ok with you, I’d like to take your wife with me to the studio today for a trial. We click a few shots, prepare a portfolio and I’ll send them over to the Roshni’s representative, Mr. Karan. He then decides on it. The thing is, I need to do this today as we have only 2 more days to decide and usually models have a portfolio of their work, but I don’t think Chithra does.’ As he kept talking, I tried to free up his arm around my waist, but he was too strong. Of course, Mohan is about 45-50, but he is well built and fit for his age and also looks good. Head full of hair and a pair of glasses that hides his naughty self very well, giving him an intelligent look. To his delight, all that struggling caused the now infamous 4^th button on my nightie to gape open wide.

‘So after initial ok by Mr. Karan we will carry on with the shoot and you are welcome to be present as well, during the shoot Mr. Ravi. I would have invited you for the portfolio as well, but it’s a bit too short a notice that’s why. I hope you understand. For your and my benefit, (as he said that, he casually slipped his hand from my waist through the ‘pleasure highway’ (yes the 4^th button gap) and cupped my naked right boob and gave it a good squeeze.  I froze in shock at this outrageous act, as it all happened so quickly in a flash, I hadn’t a chance to react)  I didn’t want us both to lose THIS opportunity Mr Ravi ( saying he looked into my shocked face and gave another squeeze before releasing his hand off me)as there is a lot of money at stake here Mr.Ravi, I am sure you are a shrewd man. Tell your wife now pls… ‘

 As I stood stunned still, he took my hand and thrusted the phone in my free hand (as the other hand was clutching my inners still). I heard Ravi’s voice in the phone. ‘Chithra dear, what do you say? Are you Ok with it?  He says I can come along too. Quite honestly we can use the extra money for our housing loan. What do you say?’  

Staring straight at Mohan’s face I moved away from him and stood at a corner of the hall.  ‘No Ravi. I don’t think I am comfortable with the whole idea. Can we drop it please?’  I said securing the bloody 4^th button for what felt like a millionth time that day.

Mohan was nodding along expecting this from me and he causally went to the couch where I was sitting a bit earlier and he leaned back on it and as Ravi was enquiring on the phone why I don’t feel like it, he rested both his feet on the table and leaned back and started running his hands over his chest ,  undid the 3^rd and 4^th button of his shirt and slipped his hand inside  and mocked me by closing his eyes and faking an orgasm by moving his hips along. As I watched him shocked, he pointed towards the window smiling at me wickedly and the pointed his 2 fingers towards his eyes and then back at me smiling wickedly, indicating quite blatantly that he SAW me what I was doing, a few mins ago and made a camera gestures. His wicked smile mortified me. I didn’t know that he was playing the bluff but it paid him off. I stood there frozen for several seconds, before Ravi’s voice broke my spell. ‘Chithra, are you there honey? What’s the problem?’  Despite myself, I heard me say over the phone, ‘Nothing dear, I was thinking it through. After all it’s only a dress rehearsal today, Why not. It might benefit us. I’ll go with Mohan sir today after sending the files you want through Govindan. We’ll talk in the evening dear. Take care. Bye. ’ I walked back to the put the handset on the table like a robot, lost in thought.

As I placed the handset on the receiver, I felt Mohan’s hand was set on my naked butt cheeks over my nightie, trying to caress me again. I brushed his hand off and yelled back at him ‘Bastard, why are you doing this to me?’  not realising that I fell for his bluff and he didn’t have any pictures whatsoever of me in the compromising positions.  It didn’t even occur to me to ask him for the pictures he claimed he has, as I stood stunned. He was in no rush to touch me as he went back to the couch and sat again cherishing his moments of recent advances over me.  I finally blurted out, ‘Alright rascal, where are the pictures? What have you clicked?’  wiping my tears that erupted now.

‘Easy , easy Chithra. I am not a blackmailer. I don’t want anything from you.  I am rich enough to blackmail you for money. All I want is like I said to Ravi, come with me to the studio. Behind this rough exterior, I am a gentleman you know? ’ He smiled at me, offering the same wicked smile not giving any hint about the (non-existing) pictures of me. ‘Alright now, please get ready, and lets go. In the meantime Ravi’s Peon should be here to collect whatever it is he wants to collect too. Don’t waste time, go now. ‘   I found myself heading to the bedroom, walking like a keyed up doll, to shower and get ready for Mohan’s day out.

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I was sitting in the bedroom, dumb stuck staring at the clock for no reason, wondering if I should call Ravi again and inform him of what’s going on. The more I thought about it, the more it made sense. It’s not like I did anything wrong and surely Ravi will understand and give Mohan the right treatment that he deserved. The more I thought of it, it irritated me more. I still can’t believe the way he slipped his hand inside my dress so casually! I absently stroked my tits thinking about it. But a small part of me, liked his rogue and naughty behaviour and it made me feel more feminine that I’d felt in a long time. And if he is so bold when Ravi was on the phone, then what would he do to me if I went with him to today? A part of me wanted to find out really.  Just then, the doorbell rang, for the second time that day.  Ah, it must be Govindan, he is here already, I thought and stood up, grabbed a dupatta and wrapped over my shoulder, satisfied that its covering my upper body up fully, I gathered the files Ravi wanted from the cupboard and went back to the hall.

By then, Mohan had already opened the door and Govindan was standing in the hall. ‘Hello Madam’ he said, looking at me a bit surprised, seeing me still in my nightie.  He has come to the house on a few occasions before, to run similar such errands for Ravi. So we’ve had a little chit chat on earlier occasions and he is a decent chap in my view, nothing like the scoundrel Mohan.  Besides he must be in his mid 50s now, so I have a natural respect for the senior citizen in the making. During our previous chit chats, I gathered that his favourite topic to talk is movies and he the brief minutes that he stays back to have some water usually, he would already make his point about the latest movies that have been released and would make an emphatic statement about how the Cini industry is obsessed with importing north Indian girls and how beautiful they are.  He made this remark on more than one occasion, and since then movies became our usual conversation.

‘Here are the files Ravi asked for’, I gave him the files. ’Ok madam’ he collected them from me and placed them in his shoulder bag carefully.  ‘Can I have some water pls madam?’ he asked as he would normally. ‘Sure’ I went in to fetch him some water. He was obviously disappointed by Mohan’s presence as his plans of talking about the latest movies with me in the brief 2 mins seem spoiled. So, not wanting to upset him, I asked him with a smile, ‘What’s happening with the latest films these days?’ as I handed him the water.  Also, I was keen to make sure that everything seemed normal as I didn’t want him to go back and say anything to Ravi unnecessarily.

  

He smiled instantly and started chatting about the latest movie and inevitably the latest heroine import from the north. Mohan joined in the conversation waiting for the chance, ‘Oh, so you think she is more beautiful than Chithra here? I don’t think so’.   That made both me and Govindan blush. He looked at me apologetically, unsure of how to respond. Feeling sorry for him, I smiled and said, ‘ignore his comments  Govindan, he is our neighbour, he just came to deliver a post, the post man always mixes up the house addresses and we get his post as well’. I didn’t know why I was trying to justify his presence with such a long and dumb explanation and quite predictably, Govindan didn’t seem convinced fully, especially since Mohan opened the door and I am dressed the way I am now.

He didn’t say anything but just nodded politely. Mohan persisted, ‘Didn’t I ask you Govindan? In what respect do you think the new heroine is more beautiful than our Chithra madam here? ’ I can feel the mockery in the ‘madam’ this time, in Mohan’s tone.

I tried again keeping my voice even, ‘Just ignore him Govindan. Finish the water and leave’. But something in Mohan’s tone, the authority perhaps, made Govindan comply. ‘No sir, we can’t compare madam with the film people. She is very beautiful, no one would believe that she is married’, he added  cheerfully, fuelled by Mohan’s prodding, and he gave me a quick once over from head to toe, and his eyes stayed at the edge of my nightie, seeing the absence of petticoat, he was probably wondering and trying to imagine more.

‘Stop it now Govindan, that’s enough. You can go now.’ I tried to sound angry, but him being such a jovial and good natured fellow, I ended up smiling. That gave him the merit to go on, he added, ’if only you acted in movies madam, I will not watch anyone else’ he finished laughing.  ‘Eeei, that’s enough Govindan, give me the empty glass now and go back. Ravi should be waiting.’  I said in a stern voice now, still smiling. He gave the glass back and was headed for the door. As I walked back to the kitchen with the glass, I heard Mohan calling out at Govindan again. ‘Eeei Govindan,  you are not in any rush are you? I hope Ravi doesn’t need these files urgently?’  Confused, he said, ‘No sir, its enough if I went there before lunch. He needs these files for the customer meeting this afternoon.’  ‘Ok, in that case, stay here a bit longer. I need your help. I am also just like your cinema director, but I make advertisements.  Chithra madam here, will be acting in one of these, soon.  I will make her also, just like one of your heroines.’ He said with a big smile.  Govindan was all smiles. ‘wow, chithra madam, this is great news.’ I had to force a smile.  As I cursed him silently, Mohan continued, ‘She will be coming to my studio today, but before that, I thought it would be better if I had her measurements, so I can arrange for her dresses.’ I said immediately, ‘WHAT??’

   

 Govindan couldn’t quite understand what’s going on, but was very keyed in. ‘Tell me sir, you want help?’ he asked eagerly. Mohan said smiling. ‘Yes Govindan, I was thinking, with madam being ever so helpful, it would be faster if there are 2 pairs of hands doing the job than one.  Chithra, can you being me a paper and a pen’. I stood there stunned not moving. ‘What rubbish is this Mohan sir? Can’t we do this later at your studio?’ I asked him in a tone that’s meant to portray anger, but came out like a lame duck’s quack. I realised that he is simply doing this to humiliate me in front of Govindan.    ‘It’s alright Chithra dear, go on bring it. You knew Gocindan well enough now, what’s the big deal if he helps you out. After all he will feel happy that he had a part to play in making you a star!’ . ‘yes madam , anyway I can help you with your dreams, I am happy’ he joined in quite eagerly. ‘It’s not that Govindan…’ I started, but then failed to finish the sentence, wondering how to explain it to him.  ‘Go on , don’t waste everyone’s time’ said Mohan, his voice raising. Govindan looked at him surprised and wondered for the nth time why I haven’t slapped him yet. And he was even more surprised to see him walk to the shelf at the corner of the hall, and came back with a clean sheet of paper and pen and placed them on the table, looking resigned.  He knew for sure, something is not right, but couldn’t quite place it. But he knew his position only too well, to not ask anything.

‘and ah.. the most important thing. Be a good girl and bring an inch tape for me!’ he ordered around.

‘Mohan sir, please.’ I started to protest again. To my surprise Govindan joined in this time. ‘Yes madam, if you want your measurements taken, how can we take them without a tape.’ I didn’t fail to notice the ‘we’ in his sentence and also his new born courage.  Bloody rascals, formed an alliance already, cursing them both I bit my lips as I went inside the store room to fetch the bloody tape.

When I had vanished in the store room for a brief moment, Mohan had winked at Govindan and smiling his wicked smiled stoked his cock over his trousers and pointed in the store room’s direction and whispered to him, ’enjoy, this is your day. Did you see a fox on the way?’ and chuckled at his own little jingle that he framed there.  Govindan nodded  happily, all excited.  Never in his wildest of dreams has he that he would get such an opportunity.  He has many times in the past imagined Chithra madam during his masturbation sessions, but this is better than any of his original fantacies!  He rubbed his already bulging khaki trousers too, urgently before I stepped back into the hall.

As I stepped out, Govindan came forward and enthusiastically picked it from my hands, rather greedily.  Mohan said, ‘Right, now then Govindan, have you ever taken measurements before?’

He said no, with the tape in his hand, a bit worried that Mohan might take it back from him. But Mohan casually picked up the pen and paper from the table and told him, ‘Don’t worry, there is always a first time. Chithra, raise your arms over your head dear.  ’ he said smiling at me.

I was shocked at the turn of events and protested immediately, ‘What? Wait a minute.. I thought it would be you measuring Mohan sir?! And that too me not dressed like this! No waaay!! ‘ I protested loudly.  ‘It’s alright Chithra. What’s the big deal if it’s me or Govindan? Anyway, you are dressed more than perfect. This way, as you are NOT wearing anything inside that dress the measurements will be perfect! (Govindan’s  jaw dropped as he just heard what Mohan said!) Go on raise your hands over your head.’  Govindan couldn’t help himself but wondered aloud ‘Is it true madam?’ he asked sizing me up all over. ‘Shut up Govindan’ I snapped at him embarrassed.

My cheeks went beet red in shame and I involuntarily brought my hands to across my privates seeing him stare between my thighs wondering if he could make out an outline of anything over the nightie. ‘Go on, raise your arms now. Don’t waste the time’ , Mohan raised his voice again.  ‘No Govindan, just Ignore him. Just go back to office now.’  Even as I spoke, I realised my voice was gathering a shrill pitch, and my shame filled face couldn’t quite meet either of those rascals’ eyes.  Walking right next to me now, Govindan hesitated a moment and turned to face Mohan, unsure of himself.  ‘Chithra dear, I thought there was no need to fill in Govindan with the details of the last hour to help him make his decision? ’ he said with a smirk in his eyes.  Lions and tigers show fear to the ring master’s whip in a circus ring and not to the ring master himself.  Just like the electric whip wielding ring-master, I pictured Mohan. His words stung and I felt I am in his control completely.  ‘Go on Govindan’, he added. ‘She is waiting for us now’. Govindan replied with a dirty smile ‘ok saar’ and advanced towards me with his new found boldness, ‘Did you hear saar? Chithra madam, raise your hands now madam. I am only helping you and sir. ’ 

‘Govindan pleaaase’ , I tried one last time.. but he now seemed genuinely lost patience. ‘Madam, hurry up, I need to go back to office. Ravi sir will not be happy if I am late.’  ‘wait till Ravi hears about this’ I said in a weak tone as he came and stood right next to me now.  He was far from being worried now. ‘If you want madam, I am happy to tell him all about it when I go to office shortly. Now please raise your hands’ Even Mohan was surprised at his boldness. I think Mohan’s earlier clue about my state of dressing, should have triggered all this. He is willing to take any amount of risk now.

 Seeing no obvious way out, biting my lips in shame, I slowly lifted my hands over my head as Govindan stretched the inch tape wide with both his hands with a villain’s look in his face who is just about to rape a heroine in one of his favourite movies!

As he approached closer to me, unable to bear the thought of looking at his face any longer, I closed my eyes and bit my lower lip, embarrassed. Mohan walked and stood by my side too I could feel. I was waiting for the inch tape around me, not sure which part of the body though, in anticipation. But, Govindan said, ‘Sir, I don’t know much about taking measurements, but I think this one has to come off her first’. Saying so, he placed his left hand at the right shoulder of my short sleeved nightie and quickly in one smooth movement, pulled the silk orange dupatta(a long scarf) that was around my neck and over my tits so far, protecting my dignity partially.  In a futile attempt, caught unawares, as the dupatta got transferred almost completely into Govindan’s hand, I lowered my hands and caught it. ‘No… please… Govindan’, came out my voice, more of a plead, now holding on to the end of my dear dupatta.  ‘It’s ok, Let it go madam’ he said. Mohan chimed in, ‘yes chithra,   he is Govindan, don’t make him Ducchadan!’  Both of them started laughing out silly as I loosened my grip and Govindan swiftly pulled the rest of the dupatta from my hands and lovingly wrapped it around his neck like it was a trophy.

‘Ok now, HANDS UP now madam’ he said with a mock menace in his voice smiling, pointing one end of the tape close my chest, as if it’s a gun- certainly, the influence of watching too many movies.  Despite the situation, a smile erupted on my lips, as I complied and raised my arms again. This time I was looking right at him and he wasted no time in lowering his gaze down from my face to my full boobs, beneath my beige coloured floral patterned nightie. While Mohan was glancing appreciatively at the unhindered view of my clean shaven armpits, now that the dupatta that was around me was history.

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‘Saar, what should I measure first?’, asked Govindan eagerly.  With my hands up, before Mohan could explain, I tried one last parting shot, ‘why are you insisting on the measurements Mohan sir? If it’s going to be just a trial photo shoot today?’ Mohan explained enthusiastically, ‘Dear, I need to provide you with 3 or 4 different costumes at least today to complete your portfolio and part of our portfolios  usually contain the vital stats of the models we represent, and this I’d like to be accurate.’

His voice sounded full of conviction and sincerity that for a moment I forgot that his real self. ‘Anyway Govindan, first lets measure her bust. I am sure you know your sizes already Chithra. From my look and FEEL a few moments ago, I can take a good guess that what you have are at least C cups’ he said laughing. ‘but we need to be sure you see..’ he said, making me cringe in shame.  ‘Well,  we’ll find out. Govindan, carefully bring the tape around her back and place it on her, you know where’ he said smiling. ‘OK saar!’ cooed Govindan and held the tape in one hand and brought the other hand around me as if embracing me. ‘I could feel the bidi stench on his breath as he whispered in glee ‘ready madam?’ .  I could feel  the tape pressed on my braless back as he expertly slid it in around and held it with both hands on either side of me.  He looked at Mohan for instructions now though left to himself he knew exactly what he’d want to do! As his facial expressions rather worryingly indicated that he is in a mood to maul my breasts any second. Mohan told him calmly, ‘yes, place the tape GENTLY at the base of her sensitive mangoes, below them, just below, not on them like you were dreaming all along, OK?’ as I blushed hearing his choice of words Govindan giggled crudely. ‘OK saar, he was disappointed a bit, but all the same, lowered the tape a bit and brought it forward just below my tits as instructed.  As he tightened the tape to secure it in position, I could feel his fingers giving both my soft tits a good nudge. He let out a sigh, a man in heaven, I could see. Mohan came and stood behind me and adjusted the tape’s position, to have the measurement exact and suddenly held my upper arms and pulled them back further and pushed my back forward, to make me jut out my upper body more. ‘These corrections would eliminate minor errors, pls stay this way’ he said. His touches were completely professional and for the moment he was engrossed in the job at hand. That marginally warmed up my respect scale for Mohan, which is at the moment as low as 0 kelvin temperature anyway. ‘Now, make sure the tape is right under her tities. What do you read?’ he asked, not caring for niceties anymore. ’35.5” saar’ shouted Govindan, recovering from his dizzy state.  ‘Good, so that is her band size.’ He made a note with a remark ‘you should always wear a size higher if the band measure is an odd number. A tip for the future, as a tight bra not only puts out ugly marks and spill over flesh on either side of the band at the base but also affects your health chithra.’ I smiled now, genuinely warming up to him. The rascal indeed knows what he is talking about. ‘But you Govind, be careful not to disturb the button near the tape. It’s probably too loose.’ he said casually, returning to his old ways. 

Instant reaction I could feel from Govindan was that before he released the tape off me, he  attempted to price it open, causing me bring my hand down and slap his hand in irritation. ‘Stop it now Govindan’. He seemed bewildered and looked at Mohan for support but he wasn’t getting any. ‘I told you not to mess with it’ said Mohan taking my side, surprising me!

‘Ok now,  another tip of the day chithra,’ he said coming around in front of me as I dropped my arms back and faced him, adjusting my hair, my nightie, checking the cursed  4^th button. ‘How does your tailor measure the cup size when you stitch your blouses?’ he asked casually. I wondered if he has a sly trick in store again. But he seemed serious. ‘Why, just as you did now, but not so thorough.’ I said with a smile, still unsure what he was up to. ‘I mean, will you be standing or bending?’, I retorted  steaming, ‘excuse me?’  while Govindan chuckled taking the only meaning, the dirty one. ‘Oh, no need to be angry. It’s a genuine question. Tell me have you measured your cup sizes yourself ever, before going out to buy a bra? If so, can you show me how you’d do it? Govind give her the tape.’

Taken over by curiosity at where this discussion leads, I complied. Picking the tape from him I brought it around me and placed it loosely over my nipples. ‘Here, this way, the tailor takes what he sees as a reading and stitches based on that. ‘  I answered pulling the tape off me. ‘That’s fine for custom stitched blouses, but how do you decide on the bra cup size? ‘ I stumbled for an answer. ‘Uh..  I don’t know, I just measure the base or what you call band size and  basing on it, I arbitrarily choose the cup size what I think is right and settle in.’  I can’t believe how freely I am discussing my intimate habits in front of two men who until a few hours back were total strangers.

‘Oh, what you think? You’ll be glad that you met me today. He said smiling.’ I’ll show you an accurate way to determine it yourself Chithra so you don’t go wrong and waste money. Also the tailor’s method is not the most accurate for measures of the cup sizes too. I’ll demonstrate.’

‘First your traditional method, that you’re used to.. Go on Hands up, in his terms’ he said smiling.

I readily complied, interested in what he has to say. ‘Govind, go on, now’s your chance to feel her up all you want’ he said patting his shoulder and laughing.  I cringed in shame as he said it and shouted at him ‘Stop it Mohan sir’, red faced.  Nevertheless, that’s exactly what Govind did. He wasted no time in getting to position this time and a keen listener to our discussion; he knew where to place the tape this time exactly. In no time, the tape was running over my nipples and he was TAKING HIS TIME to adjust it in position. All the while, his fingers where generously pushing, prodding and poking my nipples under the pretext of adjustment. ‘Govinddddd…. Are you done?’ I said grinding my teeth as the more he touched the bare nipples protected by just the soft nightie and his fingers causing the nightie to rub over them for several seconds, caused them to become erect naturally! His eyes nearly popped out of their sockets as he started at my tits close up.

As the tape was held over my now erect nipples, he tried to caress the sides of my right boob as he held the tape in position with his other hand. ‘Stop it Govind … no please, stop it.’ I had to yell at him again and he reluctantly dropped his mischievous free hand. ‘So will you tell me the measurement or would you keep fondling the young lady non-stop?’ asked Mohan, a bit annoyed. ‘Yes tell him what you see’ I added. ‘Madam what I see in front of me is very beautiful’ he said dreamily. Despite myself, I chuckled along with Mohan’s laughter. He came forward and slapped Govindan at the back of his head. ‘hold it right there man, now, like before jut out chithra’ he commanded, but time his tone a lot friendly. I did as told, standing erect, jut out my chest  - Govindan’s  left hand was holding both ends of the tape, while the right hand that was holding the tape in position, in between my boobs did the naughty stuff. He slipped his fingers at the small gap between the 3^rd and the 4^th button and gently poked the inner side of my right boob making me scream in annoyance. ‘Govind… that’s enough!!!’  , he smiled and completely non-apologetically muttered a ‘saaary maadam’ and withdrew his finger. But by now, all his naughty touches and pokes has made me quite wet down there already and I realised that I am building up for another climax slowly.  ‘So, what is it?  Oh I see its 38.5” roughly.. so that would mean, you’d be currently wearing  C cups as there is a difference of 3 inches between the band and bust measures’ he said knowledgeably. Quite impressed I nodded smiling at him, ‘you know your field Mohan sir’, but at the same time, slapped govindan’s arms and firmly pushed him away from me as he began tweaking my nipples openly now, loosening the tape! . ‘Stop it Rascal !!’ I shouted at him, but he didn’t care anymore as he stood a feet away and uttered,  ‘Thank you madam!’  with a stupid smile on his face. 

The bastard is thanking me for allowing him to literally play with my boobs! That simultaneously made me cringe in shame and feel like a slut offering herself for business, who gets thanked after offering her services. The very thought of being used by him that way made me feel horny rather than angry, strangely. Nevertheless, I was very cross with Govindan.

‘But this is still not perfect Chithra’, muttered (professor) Mohan – the ladies’ tits expert! ‘why so? ‘ I asked him, still glaring at Govindan.  One thing I hadn’t noticed so far was the very prominent tent at his khaki trouser now that showed up now, even over his shirt’s contour! Making me wonder how big his thingy inside was! The very thought of it, made me hornier, despite myself, I looked in that direction again and had to force myself to look elsewhere. Meanwhile, Govindan now quite openly was staring at my pointy nipples over my nighty and was gently rubbing his manhood over his trousers. There was no pretence anymore for him! 

Answering my earlier question ‘You’ll see now. I’ll demonstrate it for you. Can you bend over for me please?’ said Mohan.  ‘Excuse me?’ I asked in disbelief for the second time. ‘I mean it Chithra, bend over now for me, No funny business, seriously!’  Uncomprehendingly I did as told. Even as I leaned forward, the nightie gaped at the neckline as Govindan captured the glorious view of my naked boobs for a brief flash before my head blocked the view as I bent down fully. ‘Now hang your hands down free please’ instructed Mohan.  ‘I did as told but when I tilted my head to looked up , I saw Govindan approach me with the tape in his hand and rubbing his crotch over his other hand to me. I stood back up. ‘Mohan sir, whatever you want to demonstrate, can you please do it yourself? I don’t want him to feel me up any more in the pretext of measuring’ I complained pointing his hand on his crotch.  ‘No problem dear’, smiled Mohan smugly and thought that his plan of playing good cop-bad cop to win my confidence and trust seemed to have worked as Govindan, unknowingly played his part “inch” perfect while taking measurements.

‘Govindan, time to switch now, I’ll do the measurement, you take the paper and pen OK?’ He looked crestfallen, yet happy enough to be allowed to stay inside the room. But shrewd as he was, he went back and positioned himself a few feet back for another ‘view’.  ‘Now, can you bend over again Chithra?’ said Mohan placing his soft arm on my back prompting me. As I bent forward again, Govindan moved in position and blatantly squatted in front of me for another unhindered view of my boobs. But this time I held my nightie neckline as I bent down. He sighed in disappointment as I looked up at him and smiled at him thinking, ‘too bad sucker’.  Placing the tape over my back Mohan instructed, ‘I need to bring the tape forwards Chithra, let your hands down loose please’.  Defeated I let go of my nightie neckline and let my hands down free but looked down, unable to face Govindan.  

Looking down, I can see the neckline gaping open exposing my freely dangling boob generously and my mangalsutra was dangling freely around my neck now brushing my chin. As I looked up in a couple of seconds, out of curiosity, Govindan was staring at my milky white tits from about 3 feet distance and rubbing himself over his trousers  at quite some pace now. 

Just as I was horror stuck at the vision the formed in front of my eyes, Mohan brought the take around me. His hands brushed my freely dangling tits briefly, but I can see the difference between this and what Govindan would’ve done if he were to do the same thing. He was thoroughly professional and quickly bought the tape on the other side and joined it with the other end on my back. ‘Can you adjust the tape yourself Chithra, so that it’s along the fullest part of your tits. I don’t  think your boobs are sagging so I suppose it’s around your nipples, but you know your body better than anyone else. Let me know when you’ve done it.’ His voice was warm and comforting. Suddenly I found his presence around me appealing. It’s all relative, after being treated by Govindan, any decent treatment felt very welcome. He stood holding both ends of the tape with one hand and rested his other hand on my hip just above my butt cheeks and his groin was sort of gently rubbing against my naked butt cheeks protected by just the nightie. But it still didn’t feel so obscene to me somehow, as he didn’t care about it as well (or so it seemed to me).  Of course, Mohan most also have been sporting an erection, as I felt it poke gently right along my butt crevice and as me moved just a bit, this way and that, I certainly could feel it push and press against my butt cheeks always targeting the gap, the crevice. But, it all seemed to me, as part of the process, as he wasn’t for sure making any open attempts or lewd gestures. The back-rub(?) that he was administering me seemed natural due to him standing close to me from behind.  It was only a few seconds.. and as told I moved the tape over and placed it right on my tits and told him that it’s done. Mohan pulled the tape from behind to secure it telling, ‘let me know if I am tightening it too much, your boobs should not spill over in front’ even as he said, he did just that, and as he kept pulling back my boobs weren’t free-dangling anymore and reined back – as if a couple of galloping horses pulling a chariot were reined back by the charioteer, his tugging back at the tap reined them back.

In the process, making them spill out a lot more now, exposing my boobs 3/4ths of it out on display for the pervert squatting in front. Very ashamed, I bought a hand to cover up my tits and claimed, ‘Mohan sir, you are pulling it too tight!’ he immediately apologies and started loosening it telling me to indicate when it’s right. I told him so, when he loosened sufficiently. ‘That’s it sir.’ He said ‘OK’ and leaned forward a bit more to read the measurement adding ‘Don’t move now, stay still dear’.

As he did, I felt the full ‘force’ of his tool pressing against my butt cheeks and rubbing all over my crevice.  ‘I think its 39.5” now. Wait a sec, let me double check, the tape is not too tight, not too loose and is just around your nipples right? he asked, not in any hurry to change position. ‘yes sir, that’s right.’ I answered, but by very very wet down there. The first moment I get to be alone, I know what I will do. ‘Sorry dear, bear with me a few more seconds, I can’t see clearly’ he said in his honey coated voice.  To my surprise, I even responded, ’it’s ok sir, take your time’.  In the pretext of getting a closer look at the tape, with his left hand that was resting on my hip he pushed me down a bit more as he gently gave my soft hip a good squeeze over the nightie, muttering ‘terribly sorry dear, nearly done.’ As he pushed me down a bit more, my butt arched up naturally and his growing erection now rubbed against my pussy lips!. I could feel his erection now directly rubbing on my burning pussy. As I let out a gasp, he said in a cool and gentle voice ‘there, there, dear.. nearly done’

and he quickly slid his arm that was on my hip down to my crotch and placing his fingers on my pussy lips over the nightie pushed me back deeper into his tool and at the same time, he thrust his groin forward pushing his tool in as far as it could go! We were both dressed and yet he was properly fucking me!!. I let out a gasp. He said in a raised voice, ‘There, got it! Thanks dear, and sorry about it, my hand that was on your hip, I lost balance and ended up grabbing you at the wrong place. The trouble was you’re wearing a nightie that’s too soft’ he said removing himself from me.  For all intents and purposes the things that happen here, I might as well not be wearing it at all – I thought. The whole thing happened and completed in within a few seconds, but I was still in daze even after he moved back from me.  When I opened my eyes still breathing quite heavily, Govind was staring at my naked tits the down-blouse view was offering him, with his mouth wide open. From behind, Mohan looked at his handy work – i.e. the bunched-up nightie across my ass crack!! He patted my butt cheek feeling the nakedness as he told me softly, ‘You can get up now dear.’ As I got up the nightie was still bunched up at the butt crevice, he stepped closer  to me blowing gently into my ears,  pulled out the nightie riding up my butt crack, and whispered, ‘you must thank me dear as it doesn’t look nice this way, with your nightie riding all the way up here!!’ , as he said that he patted me gently right along my butt crack to indicate where he meant exactly.

  I let out a low pitched shriek, as I cringed in embarrassment, I brushed his hand away muttering in a shame filled voice ‘Don’t Mohan sir!’. I knew it myself that the ‘Don’t’ I said had absolutely no conviction in it and sounded more like ‘Do it Mohan sir!’.

 He looked down at my back, satisfied at the tiny wet stain at the nightie, caused by my own pussy juices flowing.

  He came around me, touched my chin to lift my face up to face him, he seemed to be happy to see my shame filled red cheeks. Unable to face him, dying in shame I turned away from him.

He placed his hands on my bare upper arms, just below the short sleeves of the nightie and turned me around. ‘Look at me’ he said gently. ‘You must be wondering why I told you to bend over in first place’ he started. In fact, after all his dry humping, I had completely forgotten all about the whole purpose of it. ‘Yes, that’s right, tell me why you made me go through all that’ I asked, rubbing my back absently!  ‘Govindan, can you read the measurements we have so far?’ he said, his fingers caressing my upper arms still, after loosening his hold.

Govindan read out, ‘Saar first one was 35.5, second was 38.5 and the last one now was 39.5 sir’. ‘See there is a difference of a full one inch between the two bust measures although both are supposed to measure your maximum bust size’ explained Mohan.    ‘So what does it imply?’ I asked.  ‘My dear, the cup size is the difference between your band size and bust size. So if we take the 2^nd one as an example, we end up with a difference of 3 inches (38.5 - 35.5)” ‘.  I nodded, ‘Yea, I am with you’.  ‘ This roughly equates to cup size “C” , i.e. in general if the difference is 2 inches, B cups, 3= C, 4=D  , 5=DD and so on. You get it? Without the knowledge of your correct band size and cup size, if you go shop around for bras with modern bra sizing, then you’ll end up in band size far too big or Cup size too small. ’ He finished his lecture and tapped my shoulder gently.  I looked at him amazed. ‘That’s marvellous, wasn’t aware that there is so much behind selecting bras!’ I was in genuinely impressed. ‘It’s always a frustrating experience to buy bras, but not anymore, Thanks to you Mohan sir’ I said appreciatively.  

‘Don’t bother, just call me Mohan, cut the sir’, he said smiling, as the wall clock chimed 11:00 AM. The traffic had calmed down too as its well past the peak time.  I just remembered all about Ravi’s files. Govindan, why don’t you go back to the office? It’s getting closer to lunch time now’, I told him.

He was disappointed, nevertheless, stood up. Mohan told him too, ‘Thanks Govindan for your help, only the waist and the butt sizes need taken, I can manage that myself  I think’, he  said winking at me. I said, ‘Stop it Mohan!’, Govindan picked up his files and stepped to the door,  ‘OK saar and Thank you madam’ and offered a wide smile and added, ‘I won’t say anything to Ravi sir, don’t worry madam.’  Mohan raised his tone as he warned him,’ yes that’s good. Don’t even dream of it. Off you go now.’  Just after he left and Mohan locked the door on him, I found that he had missed one of the files on the table as he left. When I told Mohan that, he picked it up and rushed out.

Mohan caught up with Govindan in the street and handed him the file and enquired ‘Whats the rush? Running to the office toilet to relieve yourself?  Can’t get her naked tits off your mind is it?’

 ‘‘How did you manage saar if I may ask?  Till my last visit, Chithra madam was always dressed like sati savithri and today she you made her look like a proper slut and made her bend over and screwed her over her dress?.’ Mohan answered calmly, ‘Well that’s exactly what I might do to her again today without the dress, properly. She has fallen into my trap. May be, I will get her completely naked and fuck her right in front of Ravi soon. That’s where the real thrill is!  Anyway I need to now first go back and feel up Ravi's wife's butt cheeks again now. May be I'll try to insert my finger in her crack if I could'.. He said laughing as Govindan looked at him awestruck! ' I’ll call you if I need you for something. Give me your number.’  Mohan sent off Govindan after collecting his number and returned back to the house.

As he left, to fetch Govindan, I felt a little break was due and prepared tea for both of us. While the tea was boiling, there was ample time for me to hurry up to the bedroom and pull up a pair of knickers on, but even as I thought of it, I discarded the idea, as I would be robbing Mohan (and myself) another opportunity for my butt to be fondled freely – I reasoned, and giggled to myself. Just then I heard the footsteps up the stairs and I hurried to finish the tea. Mohan entered the house saying, ‘Yes, the missing file returned. Should we continue’? I came out of the kitchen with 2 cups of tea. ‘First a break Mohan, here’.. He took the tea and sat next to me. ‘You know Chithra, thank you for today. You are a very beautiful woman. You have lovely proportions and curvy figure. Now, I work with so many models on a regular basis. So this comment from me is not an offhanded flatter, alright?’ he said sipping his tea.
I thanked him feeling light in head somewhat, getting complimented by someone who works with professional models was to me dizzying.  ‘In any case, I think we should get on with it, as it’s getting late.’ He got up, collected my empty tea cup as well and headed for the kitchen muttering ‘Be ready with the tape in your hand’. I was both excited and afraid at the same time, not knowing what to expect. As I stood facing the window of opportunity (the window facing Mohan’s house), Opportunity presented itself from the kitchen!
I was wondering to myself about my sudden shift in view about Mohan, he doesn’t seem evil to me anymore but a passionate and naughty chap. His curly hair, black framed glasses and trimmed beard, all added only to his appeal. Just then, I felt his beard brush my cheek gently as he held me by my waist gently. Sliding his hands an inch or two, resting on my supple hips he squeezed the soft flesh there very gently as he asked me, ‘Are you ready goddess?’ in a low voice. I was spellbound and simply nodded as he stretched his arm out from behind. I quietly placed the tape measure in his outstretched arm, breathing heavily in anticipation of what’s to come next. ‘Thanks’, holding the tape in one hand, standing behind me, he pulled me along with his other hand still on my waist. He took me to the couch in the hall and he sat there, leaving me standing, facing him. ‘Would you be a doll and fetch me the pen and paper from the table there?’ he asked me. Just like a robot, I did what he said. I was even smiling at him, to my own surprise, as I held out the pen and paper to him, standing close to him, between his spread open pair of legs, adorned in a pair of rugged blue jeans which was contrasting very nicely to his light brown bold chequered shirt that he wore so casually, partly tucked in from behind, just to show case his booty alone and flowing out from the front. The whole air about him portrayed nonchalance and the purposely undone top button of his shirt ensured that his hairy chest is accentuated in view. His muscular build did well to hide his age, which I reckon should be in 40s now. He put the pen and paper aside muttering ‘Thanks’ again. I realised that the general level of conversation has diminished in the last few minutes between us, after the departure of wretched Govindan.
I was already standing close enough, but he circled my hips and pulled me even closer, till his face is inches from my tummy. ‘Ok, lets do this properly’ Waist measure should be right over your navel, saying so, he slid his right hand forwards from the side, searching and feeling for my navel over the material of the nightie. ‘Forgive me, but since what you’re wearing is quite loose, I can’t quite figure out where its hiding’ he said smiling. I blurted out giggling too, as he took his time continuing his pretence to locate my navel, circling his fingers around it. ‘Now, I didn’t realise two things chithra’, he spoke cheerfully. I asked a ‘what?’ in monotone, feeling his fingers all over my navel. ‘That you have buttons all the way down here in your nightie (pointing to my navel), in fact, If I am right, your mini treasure is located right here’ (he formed a gap between the 5^th and the last button of the nightie with his fingers and easily inserted his index finger to poke the bulls eye gently, looking up at my face for my expression.) I gasped aloud, instantly, held his right hand with my hands to try and stop him and bit my lower lips and looked up at the ceiling… as if it’s the heaven.’    
Loving every bit of it, he slid his left hand that was holding my hip, behind resting it on my lower back, just above my butt cheeks over my nightie. His middle finger darted down to my butt crack while the other fingers crumpled the nightie as they kneaded the soft flesh beneath. While I struggled to contain his strong right hand, he easily popped open the 5^th button widening the gap, thus exposing my midriff. ‘You didn’t bother asking me what the 2^nd thing that I found out now’ he said widening the gap. I asked again in a monotone, ‘What?’ but now in a state of a sailor riding the pleasure waves in this ocean of life.   

 That you have the most sexy, deep and a Sensitive Navel I have ever come across. Saying that he pushed his finger in it, gently. ‘Ummffff..;’  I nodded, still holding his hands with mine, but that was only a namesake now. ‘Do you agree Chithra?’ he asked while continuing his fingering. I nodded quite urgently. Despite not talking a word in the last few moments, my throat went absolutely dry as I gasped for breath. ‘It’s highly entertaining and rewarding to be able to do this to a lovely beautiful housewife, who has yet to discover her full potential’, he said softly while he lowered his hand that was behind me and started digging his fingers deep in my crack. His words instantly made me think of Ravi and made me feel guilty. Just when I was about to push his hands off me as Ravi filled the frame fully in my mind after he mentioned it, he suddenly slid his hand on my back all the way up, to my upper back and pushed me forward, making me land on him and he timed it so perfectly that his lips met mine as he embraced me tightly with this arm around me not giving me a chance to move. He planted a kiss which would stay with me in memory for the rest of my life. As I landed on him, I let go of his right hand and held his shoulders for support while my face was on his and his lips were holding my upper lip already! He sucked it so hard and twirled his tongue around it so expertly that the 4 to 5 seconds of duration felt like an eternity of pleasure for me, sending out continuous ripples of pleasure inside me. He seamlessly shifted his efforts from my upper lip and darted his tongue inside my mouth, even as I tried in vain to push him away (not sure why though!! ). My tongue met his hot tongue as he swirled, pushed and prodded mine around his, that eyes closed I thought, ‘is there so much to kissing? Why isn’t Ravi an expert in this, buddhooo’ He then switched to the lower lip for a while treated it the same way, and when he was done,  as expected his felt my tongue  back in his mouth as I was on fire already. As I grabbed his lower lip, I felt his right hand continuing to finger my navel while his left arm embracing me wasted no time in sliding down to my butt cheeks as he started to quickly bunch up my nightie. He leaned back on couch further, pulling me on top of him and in seconds the nightie had risen to my upper thigh. Though I continued to kiss him, I brought my hands to my back and try to push his hand away, to try and stop him from lifting it any higher. A brief fight between our hands ensued but within seconds the victor was relishing the spoils of his war, my naked pristine buttocks.  Unlike any conventional warfare, this special one between us had the winner and loser, both relishing the experience of the war happily! As I came up for air, Mohan’s hand was all over my naked buttocks, feeling it all over first, then kneading, squeezing and playing with it, his fingers eagerly marking their territory at every square inch of my buttock real estate!

His continued assault of my navel in parallel weakened my reserves as I felt that I am building up all the way for a strong one incoming. Though my face was a bit away from his, he quickly moved up to grab my lower lips again and pulled me down for another marathon kissing session.

Just as I dived back in to the pool of pleasure, resting on him now,  as he leaned back fully on to the couch, spreading his legs on it , pulling me on top of him over, without moving either of his hands!
Next instance, his fingers had enough of foreplay, inspecting my butt, they ventured down the mystery valley. As he tried to, I closed my thighs together in an attempt to block access. For a moment he didn’t seem to mind his 4 fingers stuck between my thighs while only his thumb was absently caressing my now tightly clenched butt crack. As we continued to kiss, I wondered about the lack of pressure, but then I found out. He stopped his navel assault too with his other hand that was bisecting our bodies, but it stopped only to relieve the infamous 4^th button of its services once again, that day!  In no time, I felt his hand creeping up, and anchoring on my left boob. Through the  kiss I moaned a ‘mmmm’ as he tweaked my nipple. Without my realising, I had loosened my grip, down below and his fingers from the other hand had already slipped into my now dripping pussy lips.  As he slipped his fingers in, he wasted no time. He continued to move his fingers in and out alternately reaching up to rub the clit at the far end of the pussy lips, as he had accessed me from behind. While at the same time, he continued the tempo of his nipple tweaks and kissed me vigorously. It was as if I was being treated by 3 different men at the same time!

Feeling the raising intensity of my moans through the kiss, and reading my body’s responses to his treatments accurately, he increased his tempo / speed just the right level at the right pace, in tandem with my increased rate of breathing. Within moments, I felt myself gyrating along with him, on top, faster and faster  and suddenly, I felt my whole body go rigid and 2 seconds later, I shuddered and erupted so violently and so prolonged was it that mount Vesuvius might take some tips from me on how to erupt properly, if and when it does in future!!

I lay slumped on him my head on his chest feeling his breath on my forehead, we both lay in that position for a few seconds eyes closed, for some moments the distinction between our 2 bodies disappeared.  His fingers were still quite deep inside me and for a few seconds he lay still too, allowing me to recover. He was simply enjoying the sensation of my loose hair all over him as I could feel his breath on my forehead. Breaking the spell, few seconds later he started fingering me again and squeezing my left boob gently, he whispered, ‘Have you ever popped off this way with Ravi?’  That was enough. The very mention of Ravi’s name caused the effect of guilt spreading like cancer all through me.  I lifted myself up punching him in the chest, ‘stop it now’.  It was awkward with me trying to sit up with him, still got his fingers deep within me.  He laughed and started staring at my naked boobs the popped in front of him as the nightie was generously open now with about 4 buttons undone. Suddenly, shame took over from guilt and I pulled the side seams of the nightie together, covering myself with one hand, brought the other hand to my back pushing his arm away, and managed to free myself up. He brought the now very wet finger forward and took it to his nose as I stood up in front of him.. muttering an obscene ‘mmmmmm’ causing me to blush.  Buttoning the top buttons back in one hand , I slapped him hand with my other hand, pushing it away from his face shyly, shrieking, ‘stop it, that’s gross!’ making him giggle, as he sat up. He casually placed his hands on my hip while I was about to button up the 5^th button that should cover my navel, and said sharply, ‘please wait. ‘Lets finish what we really wanted to’ picking up the tape.  He gently slid the tape around my waist placing it right on my navel and before measuring, he playfully poked my navel once again looking up at my face, ‘Do you love this Chithra? Me doing this… (his all 4 fingers circled around my navel, forming weird patterns while his  index finger gently poked my deep navel)  I see you are quite sensitive here’. To my own surprise I didn’t protest but simply nodded biting my lower lip.  ‘That’s 34.5”then.’ saying he released the tape, dropping it to the floor, letting it circle around my legs.  while his fingers continued to play with my nave, his other hand on my hip slyly travelled back to its by now all-too familiar territory, my bum.  He suddenly took his hand off my navel sliding it straight down below, wasting no time, to conquer my crotch over my dress. At the same second my navel had a different sensation now, of something warm and moist and that swirled a lot! Automatically, my hands were running over his hair, at the back and top of his head as he got busy working his tongue in my navel!  I found my breathing become unsteady again, as he was furiously fucking my navel with his tongue now, after the initial ‘exploration phase’, at the same time, the fingers from his other hand were dug deep in my butt crevice, over the nightie, as he cupped my right butt cheek firmly,  giving it a rhythmic squeeze. His right hand was right at the top of my pussy lips over the dress, but seems like my thighs weren’t parted wide enough to his liking! He grunted a ‘mmmmmh’ not taking his face off my tummy, as he put some pressure on my crotch with his right hand.  Taking the hint, I spread my legs apart, gripping his curly hair tighter. I am no stranger to holding hair, I do it all the time with Ravi, but it’s a great new sensation holding Mohan’s hair, what with it being so soft and curly!  Wasting no time, he rammed his right hand bunching my nightie material along, his fingers started exploring the intimate details, like the shape of my pussy lips etc. Even though I am not naked, for all his intents and purposes, I could well have not been wearing anything now, as he’d managed the right level of access at the right areas anyway.  My breathing got more n more heave and uneven. My boat has started to rock again from the endless tide of desire waves, even though it had only just weathered a major storm!

Feeling my tightening grip on his head and my little moans between my uneven breathing, he grunted a ‘mmmmmmmm’ in approval continuing right through his tongue assault and squeezed my butt cheek harder, digging his fingers deeper into my crack. I felt his index and middle fingers pushing right on my anus, pushing the nightie deep within!

His right hand had just managed to spread my pussy lips apart just enough, with all other fingers while the middle finger, over the by now wet and gooey nightie was rubbing along the inner wall so expertly. I quivered in response at this new wave of three pronged attack, very nearly pulling his hair from his head as I gripped him tightly, my body going in a series of quivers.

An experienced captain of a rocking boat, caught up in a stormy weather, will not try to fight the tide, but will try to go with the flow to ride it through.  Likewise, rather than fight it, riding along the passion tides currently sweeping across my body, I slid my hands up from his head, all the way to my boobs and began tweaking my rock hard nipples over the dress. Tweaking and pinching them over the dress only increased the sensation, as the relatively coarse material of the nightie ribbed against the nipples. Reaching the new heights of pleasures, squeezing and mauling my own tits I let out  high pitched moans now, while somewhere deep down below, far far away as it felt I heard the guttural ‘mmmm’ from the base of his voice from Mohan, showing his approval as he continued to administer  his very effective treatment on me. I was surprised at myself as I am usually not the vocal type when Ravi screws me, but as I began reaching a second climax in under a few minutes time and a third one overall, since the day began today (which is a new record for me!)

 I felt my body tighten up again. With my eyes tightly shut, my mind concentrated on the tongue that is now rapidly darting in out of my navel, while not ignoring the sensations it derived from the other key areas. It suddenly went on overdrive and sent out series of multi-coloured flashing lights deep inside my head, as I could vaguely sense that the whole body going rigid for several seconds as my mind enjoy the flashing multi coloured lights associating the pleasure the lights gave with no other it has sensed before!!!

The rest of the body had a hard time keeping up, as my throat went totally dry and I was totally breathless!  For what felt like an eternity, I stood there still, very still, very very still, head cocked up at the ceiling eyes tightly, very tightly shut, My whole body was rising up and down in tandem with my wildly heaving chest, yet I felt that I am standing totally still, as the mind completely shut down for a long moment, after the very very wild orgasm.

I don’t know how long I stood there like that for.  Deep down from a dark tunnel below (or so it felt) I heard a tiny voice of a 3 year old child calling my name. On the third repetition of the Sweet voice, I opened my eyes. As I did, everything came crashing down as the reality of where I am and what’s happening stuck me with full force and the mist of pleasure hanging all around me cleared instantly as I looked down at Mohan’s face which was shining like a scorching sun driving the mist away effectively. And the next time I heard him call ‘chithra’  it was his normal masculine guttural loud voice, but only my mind was playing tricks earlier, in my heightened state, modulated it to a voice of my preference, the one I’d like to hear in my happy place that I was dwelling seconds ago.

By now, he wasn’t tongue fucking my navel anymore, but had moved his right hand upwards and was running his fingers lazily in and around my saliva coated navel, admiring the mess he managed to create! ‘you are one hot sexpot, do you know that?’ he praised me, while his finger was pushing and prodding my wet navel, making a noise like ‘slop, sluuup’.  I found my hands still clutching my boobs and not wanting to put up a show any more than what I already have, I dropped my hands and gently pushed his hand from my navel, wiping it clean with my nightie, taking y time, I buttoned the region back. He was quiet, giving me the time to do all that. ‘You know, I never imagined you to be so sensual. You’re a treat. I have to admit something’ he said. I looked up at him, inquiringly. ‘I don’t have any pictures of you, I was just kidding when I mentioned earlier!!’ he said casually, giving my butt cheek a further squeeze, poking me deep in my crack again as he spoke, letting out his trademark wicked smile again as he looked up at me for my response!

Realising that my rear was under continuous attack even as he spoke made me cringe in shame, as he kept poking me so casually while talking, as if it’s something people do so normally in their day-to-day life. Red faced, as what he just told me sunk in; I punched him on his chest repeatedly shouting ‘you’re a cheeky fellow, you know that? ‘ Still the wicked smile plastered on his face looking right through me, he poked at my butt crack yet again, this time, employing all his fingers , as his hand was still dug up there all along, as I started to punch him. Screaming in shame ‘Stop that now… I mean now’ while enduring the shameful poke again in response to that,  I stood back up right, stopping my barrage of blows to his chest, clenching my butt cheeks tight in response, thighs together , I brought both my hands together trying to peel off his hand. Just then I realised that it wasn’t him that didn’t want to remove his hand but I am the one holding it tight ‘there’, defeating myself in the process.

 

When he realised that I realised my predicament, he guffawed aloud. This was a hearty laugh which I hadn’t seen erupt from him before. I giggled along embarrassed, relaxing my butt cheeks trying to pull it off again, but this time he won’t let go as he continued laughing. I sighed and red-faced, I put in a polite request ‘Now, Stop being naughty, please take your hand from there will you?’ as I said, a shy smile caused my lips to curl up.

‘Ok OK dear’ (still laughing), he relieved my ‘read-guard’ of its duties!  but slid down his both hands to reach out for the tape that was circling my legs all along. ‘, in his chocolaty voice he whispered, ’we just need to finish the last measurement pending dear, I am sure you’d still want to do the saree ads whether I clicked you or not’. As he spoke, he raised the tape along my legs.  I could feel the tape brushing along the back of my legs, moving up from my heel to the back of my knees, where it encountered the hurdle of the nightie. The nightie had risen up to my knees at the back, as it had still remained partly dug up my crack.  Just as I was wondering what to do about it, he started pulling the tape all the way up, along my legs, from behind, gathering the nightie along. He was quick. He was good! In fact, too good for me to react and I find that I am always playing catch, not knowing what he is up to next. I hurriedly, held his hands with mine, as he bunched and gathered the nightie from front and back along with the tape, all the way to my upper thighs, ‘please no, don’t . Don’t. Stop it… stop ittt now.. !’ I felt myself pleading in a high pitched embarrassed voice.  ‘It’s just that if we measure right on the skin it will be accurate. Usually my models will have a panty on, but in your case, it’s even more accurate’ he said smiling and with some force raised his hands further up, baring my butt cheeks completely, letting the tape rest around my buttocks at the middle , as he held it from both sides around my hip. It was a weird (but not an unpleasant) sensation as he lifted the nightie with some force from the sides, along with the tape, the part that had dug deep in the crack so long, came out slowly and moved up. As the bunched up cloth slid up and above my butt creek slowly, the resulting sensation made me coo an indecipherable moan which had the equal quantities of shame and pleasure in it.  ‘Liking it are you?’ he responded with a smile.

 As he managed to bare my buttocks and before he could lift it further up, raising the nightie from the front too,  I had to change my tactics urgently to cover my shaven privates from his direct view as I covered it with my both hands and pleaded ‘Stop it Mohan.. I am too ashamed to stand like this before YOU.’ I added red faced, standing in front of him with my back and sides fully bare, and just the front still covered by the nightie. I don’t understand why I didn’t decide to break out from there and step away from him as he wasn’t holding me or anything. I just stood there in front of him as my legs seemed interminably heavy to move even a foot away from him. I felt that I was stuck to him like an iron to a magnet. All I could manage during the past hour was just some stupid hopeless half pleas. First time, I understand, what it is to be under the spell of someone – utterly completely.

 He was in no hurry!  I can see the look in his eyes that he was determined to make me lift the nightie all the way up, to my waist and showcase myself bottomless, but no way, NO WAY, (I don’t remember standing like that lifting my dress up, even as a child in front of anyone – my cheeks burnt in shame at the very thought of it.) I am going to let him get away with it this time. (or so I thought)!   

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But boy oh boy! Did I underestimate his resourcefulness? Both his hands were at my sides on my naked hip holding the tape around and pushing the nightie upwards. As he was holding the tape stiff around me, it was doing an effective job of gathering the dress from behind as well, all the way up, baring my butt cheeks fully, as the tape rested around my  lower back now, above the beauty globes at the back.  I stood in front of him, two thundering orgasms later still too shy to expose myself in front of him, did my best to cover my pubic zone by pulling down and holding the nightie at my front. He looked up and down at my half exposed curvy body for a few seconds, paying particular attention to the naked upper thighs and hips on both sides.

Mohan: ‘So you don’t want to show your treasure trove to me?’  (Mischief written all over)

Me: ‘no, not in a million years’ (smiling)

Mohan: ‘Not even for a few seconds?’

Me: ‘Never’ (still smiling making a mental note to not fall for whatever trap he is trying to set now)

Mohan: ‘Really? You’re so childish you know? I can already see you all the up here naked’ (he poked my left hip with one finger of his right hand that was holding me,  lowering his voice on purpose,  satisfied that I looked  down where he poked. I blushed at how much he could see.)

Me: ‘So?’ (I was defiant)

Mohan: (chuckling now) ‘All I am saying is, your attempt to cover here (bobbing his head indicating my pubic area) looks comical, the nightie around there and only there, but not at the sides makes you look like an old people wearing Loin cloth’ (he let out another chuckle as he said it)

Me: ‘Stop it Mohan, please’ (I said reddening in shame)

Mohan: ‘No sweety, I won’t till you raise the nightie up from there’ (he said smiling)

Me: ‘No please. I don’t want to do that’ (feeling my ears heating up in embarrassment as he continued to taunt me.)

Mohan: ‘It’s not like I cannot see your bum now, I can already see its reflection from the TV screen behind you (casually, peeking his head out, squinted his eyes to stare at the switched off TV) and boy you look quite a sight from here, with my hands around you, pulling your dress all the way above your bum.. nice!’

Me:  ‘Really?’ ( a bit uncertain if what he says could be true, distracted, turned my head and my body somewhat to look at the TV if what he says is true, as I couldn’t quite remember If I could see things reflected from the TV screen or not)

 As I did so, Mohan gripped me tighter and spun me around fully letting go of the tape in the process, but holding on to my nightie, ‘Yea see for yourself, it’s a great view’  Before I could realise, In a fraction of a second, I found myself standing facing away from him, bare butts right in front of his face.  He was still holding me by my hips and the nightie was still secure in his arms above my butts all the way.  ‘Do you see, it’s a great view for me, you agree?’ he continued laughing, now staring at my naked butt cheeks for the first time close up.

Recovering at the same second, Screaming in shame, I loosened my grip from the nightie in front brought my hands to my back, tried in vain to cover my buttocks and the crack as he guffawed aloud! Even as I did, I realised how ridiculous it looked, what I was trying.  I was never so embarrassed in my life. ‘Let me go NOW Mohan please’ I screamed in shame as my hands were desperately trying to pull the nightie down, from behind to cover myself up.

‘mmmm… better than I imagined. Spotless, unblemished and so creamy and yummy’ he murmured so loud that it was barely a murmur! Cringing in shame, I protested again and kept trying to pull the nightie down, now desperately.  Making me struggle or do things against my will was never his style.

He suddenly slid his hand forward pulling me closer, planted a kiss right in the middle of each butt cheek and gently bit the second one making me stand in tip toes in response.  As my legs were not close together anyway, as I stood at the tip of my toes, he got a good view of what he wanted, albeit only for a second, he loosened his grip and yelled ‘One Yummy Pie that is ’  like a mad man, and slapped my right butt cheek with his right hand not too hard, but hard enough to register as a slap and let me go completely. As I quickly lowered the nightie, darted forward a couple of steps away from him and turned to face him again, totally embarrassed, he had a look of a seer. ‘ That was all well worth it Chithra’ he said in a whisper. ‘Truly a sight to behold, you are, and all of you; I mean it’

He said it almost gasping. Making me feel ashamed and yet swell in pride at the same time.  ‘But you’re so naughty Mohan. ’ I added quietly.  Picking the tape from the floor below, he said. ‘ Come now sweety pie, let me finish your hip measurement over your nightie this time.’ He said smiling. ‘for sure’. I came closer to him gingerly, not sure whether to believe him or not. ‘no funny business right?’ I asked as I stepped closer. ‘No surely not.’ He responded and kept to his end of the bargain. He ran the tape along my hip up and down studiously, finding the area of largest circumference, and noted the measurement. ‘Ah a fine set of stats you make.. that came to be 37.5 . what a shape you have, enough to make any man go crazy’ he added, removing the tape from me making not of it. ‘and finally how tall are you?’ , ‘5 ft 7’ I answered which he noted as well and pocketed the paper folding it carefully and gestured me to come sit next to him.     

As I sat, he said, ‘If you don’t want to show me your naked body today, that’s understandable. But, I am sure I will make you drop your panties for me soon. May be not today as you aren’t wearing one, today’ He said giggling. ‘May be even Ravi would appreciate you doing that’ he added, gently tapping my shoulder.

‘What do you mean?   I’d never do such a thing’ I added in a whisper, not convincing even myself.  ‘Don’t be so sure of anything dear. I’d say you should be very tired today I think. I’d say I’ll release you today, let’s do the photo shoot trial tomorrow ok? May be the Roshni’s fella might come as well. So its better if he is around too. I’ll be here by mid day tomorrow. Till then enjoy. Don’t forget what I said’ he said standing up. ‘I’ll make you pull your panties down for me dear and stand butt naked in the middle of the room, may be as early as tomorrow, who knows’ he came forward and planted a gentle kiss on my head’ to which I responded by pushing him away angrily. He giggled delighted, seeing my response, just as he expected it to be, and said, ‘see you darling tomorrow’ and left really quickly, leaving me seated at the couch frozen stiff, completely, stunned. Wondering about what he said staring at the locked door now – dazed!


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Several moments after Mohan left, I managed to get up from the couch, my head still spinning.  My head was still reeling at the thoughts of the events that transpired earlier.  I thought of heading to the bathroom (finally!) to have my shower. As I got up from the couch, I was facing the infamous window again and there he was, Mohan, standing at his balcony already. He was waving at me cheerfully and signalled with his hands indicating ‘tomorrow’ and ‘same time’ by pointing at his watch. I moved closer to the window (or much rather “drawn” to the window).  As I approached, he signalled again, ‘tomorrow’ and now that I am near enough for him to hear, he said ‘Don’t forget Chithra. Tomorrow, same time, you’ll do this’, he moved back and had his hands on his hips and enacted the moves of someone pulling down his/her underpants! With the same charismatic smile he added ‘yea, you’ll do this for me!’

I only managed a giggle and shaking my head in disbelief at his confidence I responded, ‘yea may be in your dreams Mohan! (Still giggling)’ and closed the window and pulled the curtains all the way.  Just before I closed the windows, he added ‘I know you want to do it dear!’  What’s the matter with me? Why am I putting up with this naughty guy? Instead of boiling in anger, I was to an extent looking forward to tomorrow. Deep down in my heart, he would have some sort of a plan on making me do it, despite me having absolutely no intentions of doing any such wild thing he has planned for me! What sort of image would it project about me? Being bowled over in just a day, with not even so much of a token fight! And that too in front of that pervert Govindan.  I am unable to figure out why my mind was reasoning that way, as if Mohan was any better. Yet, as I walked to the shower, the other half of my mind, the tiny version of me sitting on my shoulder with a black tail and a trident and an evil smile projected an image of me standing in front of Mohan with nothing else but my panties on, and him in a firm voice commanding, ‘Now Chithra’ and my trembling hands started pulling my panties down! Both the evil me and Mohan were laughing so loud that it hurt my ears!!

I felt a mild shock wave pass through me as the scene was still playing in my mind, while I finally for good, peeled off the dirty sticky nightie and dumped it in the washing machine and entered the shower. I had a good long shower replaying the scene many times over in my mind. I couldn’t figure out clearly whether I was angry or upset or thrilled as there were equal bits of them all filling my mind, as I wiped myself dry with the fluffy towel. In no mood to get dressed, I turned the AC and the fan on in full blast and lay down in the bed naked and started at the ceiling fan for a long time, reliving the morning over and over.  Unable to clearly place how, I didn’t know how long I was lying down, but I heard the phone ringing. Seeing the time, it was already past 3 pm! Shocked, I jumped up from the bed, pulled the towel around and ran to the phone. It was Ravi. He called to thank me for sending his stuff via Govindan and was also enquiring about how my photo session with Mohan went on. I quickly explained that he had postponed it for tomorrow because he wanted to do the shoot when the person for Roshnis is around as well.  Only then it struck me as I was explaining, ‘would he make me pull my panties in front of the other guy too?’ I was surprised at the 2 things my mind had already prepared me for:

1.       I want to go with him tomorrow

2.       I will get naked at some point tomorrow, in front of him

The fact that it didn’t concern me that much to shed my clothes in front of him, but only issues seem to be the possibility of another person around, is very worrying me.  And also, this other thought was constantly at the back of my head as in, what he would start to do to me, after he got me butt naked?  Will the other person watch too or join?  ‘…are you on for it Chithra?’, asked Ravi, still talking to me evidently. ‘wh..at? what was it?’ I asked recovering.  ‘Day dreaming?’  he said laughing. (which is exactly what I was doing though).  ‘ I was just asking if we are ok for a dinner out this evening? It’s been a while.’ I answered yes urgently and ended the conversation with some quick exchanges after, feeling very guilty. After hanging up, I managed to get dressed just on time, draped my house dress – the cotton saree, just on time, before the kids arrived. Famished, as I didn’t have anything since morning, I made a few dosas for all of us, and joined them with their evening tiffin.  My younger one asked surprised at how come I am eating with them today. Hushed him with some explanation and helped them with their evening chores and home works etc. buried myself into my real world l lost myself from the surreal events from earlier today.  Just after 7 Ravi came home too and we all went out to dine at a fancy restaurant. I felt things turned back normal absolutely, as I was happily giggling to one of the silly things that happened at the school that the kids were explaining quite excitedly.  Just then Ravi commented offhandedly, ‘Not sure why Govindan was being extra nice to me today. He brought me tea twice this afternoon without me asking!  I usually had to ask and then yell at him 3 or 4 times. He was all smiles and so respectful to me.’ Those words felt like a million needles that burst a balloon of normalcy that was swelling inside me. I just responded with a plain ‘oh’ keeping it neutral. Ravi added, ’strangely he was thanking me every time he gave me the tea and I even asked him why he was being so nice to me today. He simply replied that I am very lucky person. Strange! Its only since this afternoon he visited us he is like this, Did you show him some manners?’ asked Ravi laughing, as we paid the bill and walked to the car. Cursing Govindan silently I replied ‘uh.. no..thhing, special. Didn’t show him anything’ I answered distracted as only I knew that what I showed him wasn’t manners really but a lot more of me and he has every reason to be nice to Ravi! As we were traveling back home, as it was quite late my younger one lay down on my lap and dozed off with his hands around my waist.  Ravi’s cell buzzed as he was driving with my elder child sitting by his side.  He passed the phone back to me saying, ‘its Mohan, don’t know what he wants to talk to us at this hour, must be about your plan for tomorrow, here, you talk’.  I was stunned and picked up the phone from him with trembling hands. ‘Hello?’ After a pause, on the other end ‘Chithra! I thought of telling Ravi about my plan for tomorrow, but he handed the phone to you! I was going to tell him that tomorrow his cute wife will drop her panties slowly, very slowly for me. Won’t you dear?’ he taunted me. This is proper harassment.  I didn’t answer for a long few seconds. Noticing me sitting still with the phone in the hand Ravi enquired eyeing me through the rear view mirror, ‘all ok Chithra?’.  I abruptly jolted forward, recovering, urgently talking into the phone and answering Ravi at the same time. ‘Yes Yes OK. All Ok‘. ‘Cool’ said Ravi and looked back at the Road while Mohan chuckled at the other end, ‘I knew it’d be ok for you my dear. Glad you said yes. Don’t forget to wear black panties because they’re my favourite. It’d look even more appealing on you when you stand in front of me with your naked tities hanging out with just those black panties only ON. The black would suit your fair complexion very well’. Feeling like someone just struck by  a lightning on how closely Mohan recreated my mental scene pictured by the little devil in me, I answered in a wooden voice (if at all wood can speak), ‘ OK Mohan ‘ forgetting the sir and then urgently added a ‘sir’ for Ravi’s benefit deciding right then it would be anything but black tomorrow. ‘What time then?’ I asked to keep the conversation sound normal. Because of my movement earlier, the little one’s sleep had been disturbed and he shifted around, in the process the tiny sleepy hand generously brushed my bare midriff. Even that caress reminded me of his naughty play with my navel that afternoon as I bit my lips hard pushing the tiny hand off me, gently, realising that I was going crazy. ‘Yea, anytime I decide’ He said arrogantly, ‘now that I see you’re quite eager to flaunt your naked ass to us’ he said and planted a kiss over the phone and disconnected. For the benefit of Ravi I spoke to the dead mobile, ‘Yea sure Mohan sir, I will be ready. Ok, See you tomorrow then. Good night’ and hung up. Passing the phone back to Ravi, I just briefed him that he will come at 10:00 tomorrow ( a made up time) and leaned back in the seat and completed the rest of the journey silent and preoccupied, answering in monosyllables to Ravi’s conversation.

As we reached home, too exhausted and preoccupied to change, I put the kids to bed and crashed myself still in the nice outdoor Saree.  Ravi enquired ‘is everything alright?’ closing the door, heading closer to me in his typical lungi. I pulled him to me without waiting for an invitation and hugged him tight and kissed him like there is no tomorrow. He responded in kind and pulled my Saree urgently. After a bit of fiddling about, he managed to untie the petticoat’s knot. I couldn’t help myself, but to think that if it had been Mohan he wouldn’t have taken so long and done it in a flash!  Cursing myself for comparing him with Ravi, I watched him pull my panties off my hip while the bedroom light was still on. ‘You’re so different today Chithra. Usually you’d go all shy and put a show like you’re a new bride even after these many years of our marriage’ he said laughing, playing with my lower abdomen, running his hands on my pussy lips. ‘This is what I want. See how nice it is if you’re being so Open minded’ he said smiling big, as he opened my thighs wide, making me spread my pussy in full glory, holding my knees with his hands. Just the thought of me allowing him to do that turned him on to no end, as he jumped on me urgently shedding his lungi and boxers with one hand, staying over me using the other hand to keep my thigh wide. I was fascinated seeing his tool so stiff like a soldier’s attention saluting upright at my open pussy lips. I had a good view of his slightly bouncy thick tool before he lowered himself and inserted it all the way in exclaiming ‘hey looks like someone’s ready already’, slapping my right upper  thigh he pushed himself in. As his hands moved to my tits and massaged them over the blouse and bra, I responded smiling, ‘Seems to be someone’s dear little one is ready as well a lot earlier than usual as usually the mini Ravi needs some work  before he is up’ that comment was suitably received with a further slap to the sides of my butt cheeks from both sides as Ravi laughed aloud and got on with the session. We had a rocking one that night and it was perhaps the best experience we had in a long long time at the bedroom fun we would engage ourselves in.  He rolled over exhausted and soon started to snore while I stared at the ceiling just as I did this  afternoon for a long time wondering what tomorrow has in store for me, before exhaustion took over me and I dozed off..  

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The next morning erupted as normal as any other morning would in our household. I got typically busy, packing the kids off to school and Ravi off to work. After enduring the morning storm, still draped in saree from last night, I sat down to relax and enjoy my ‘own’ coffee time, browsing the newspaper. Bored soon reading the level of corruption at the state government, I quickly shuffled to page 3 to read about how a Donkey got married to a young girl in some village, as a work around to shift the alignment of the stars for the girl who is no matter what, destined for only a second marriage! Amazed at the astrological prowess of our people and their capability to combat and even shift the stars and planets by cunningly employing a donkey as a proxy, I shuffled few more pages and was glancing at the pictures from Tirupathi and special ceremonies to the deity Govindan yesterday. I heard a knock at the door. Frowning, as it’s a bit too early for Mohan to show up, I went to the door carrying the cup of coffee. When I opened the door, Govindan was standing there! Irritated at his appearance again today, ‘what now Govindan?’,You are certainly not the Govindan I had in mind when  I was just reading the Tirupathi news in the paper! ‘ I remarked, wondering for a moment if those Astrologers might really have the power to shift the planets around with a donkey – seeing the “Govinda -coincidence“.

Laughing, he said, ‘You’d want to please that Govindan from Tirupathi and this one right here (pointing at him), First let me come in madam’ he said boldly, to my worry. ‘Tell me why? Did Ravi send you again for something? Can’t be, as he had just left only 10 mins ago’ I insisted.   ‘Let me in first, or else, I can go back to tell Ravi sir how lucky he is in a bit more detail!’ he said calmly counting on Ravi to have mentioned about their conversations yesterday. Shocked, ‘What the hell are you talking about?’ I yelled at him in anger, but he didn’t bother one bit and with the smile of a cinematic villian pushed the half open door abruptly,  making it go bang on the wall and pushing me back a couple of steps. ‘Heyy, what are you doing?’, my voice had anger and a good portion of fear in it as I saw him close the door behind him. ‘what are you doing? Why are you closing the door?’ I asked in a fearful voice. As he approached me, I looked around panicking and spotted our cordless phone.

 I darted to the phone in quick steps and held it in my hand as if it’s a long sword wielded by Chatrapathi Shivaji!  He laughed at me taking a good look at me from head to toe, me standing in my hyper crumpled overnight saree work carelessly, uncombed and unruly hair, in short I looked a total mess. He whistled slowly as he approached my terrified self, whispering, ‘Beautiful madam. You look so beautiful. I always wanted you, and I used to ogle at your body every time I come here, but people like you are always out of my reach. I can’t control myself madam, you know how many times I relieved myself yesterday? Guess madam? Take a guess’ he was in no hurry and rambled on, while I furiously pressed the buttons on the phone to get the recently called list trying to find Ravi’s number in desperation. ‘You want to call Ravi?( I nodded furiously still trying to make my frozen fingers work) what are you going to tell him?  That you showed me your naked boobs yesterday through that nightie of yours, that you let me touch them also, I am sure he would love to hear the details. All the details.’ he nearly approached me as I was backing away from him and had already approached the wall.  I had just then managed to find his number from the list. Just as I was about to call, he swiftly grabbed my saree pleats tucked into my petticoat, right around my pelvis zone! As his fingers grabbed at the carelessly tucked pleats of my saree,  his knuckles nudged against my pussy lips briefly, over the saree, petticoat and panties. I yelped in shock and tried to jump away from him screaming ‘ I am calling Ravi, stop it , stop it now!’.  

With my free hand, in blind panic, I slapped his hand that was pulling my saree down and out of petticoat, while still fumbling with the phone on the other hand, pressed the button finally to place the call. I heard the ring on the other line (to my relief) but Govindan had managed already to pull my saree pleats completely out of my petticoat.  His one hand was holding my saree which is now in a disarry while he used the other hand to push my protesting hand away and began poking my navel.  ‘This is what I wanted to do to you madam, all my life… beautiful… beautiful’ he said lost in his own world, as he realised his DREAM. ‘Oh… beautiful, mmmmmm’ he marvelled as his index finger drilled so deep down my navel that the deep drilling firms hunting for oil at the artic were beginning to get concerned about this new competitor!   That made me buckle forward and plead ‘no..hooo… please stop Govindan’, holding his hand on my navel with mine helplessly.  As I bent forward in response to the navel-drilling, he planted a kiss on my cheek. I could smell rotten apples quite strongly in his breath indicating he’d been drinking heavily either the evening before or just before coming down here. His rough and scaly lips almost bruised my cheeks.  He was not even a bit worried about me making a call and wasn’t even attempting to grab the phone from me, which any normal sane person would have done first! I Disgusted, I pulled back from his face still enduring his incessant drilling deep down my mini love hole.

Meanwhile, after a few rings, finally, I heard a gruff male voice answering ‘Hello!’ which is nothing like Ravi’s. I figured, while fumbling, I must have moved down the caller list and pressed the next number stored instead of Ravi before pressing the call. The voice on the other end repeated the ‘Hello’ confirming my initial suspicion that this is certainly not Ravi. Govindan could also hear the voice on the line. Returning to his senses, he dropped his other hand holding my saree and tried to grab the phone while I answered back ‘Hello’ moving myself away from him as he wasn’t holding me anymore with the saree. But he pushed me back to the wall with his body and his hand was over mine, as he tried to pull the phone away from me. At the same time, he moved his other hand from my navel upwards and squeezed my left breast hard making me scream into the phone ‘Helpppppp! ‘ . Leaving my boobs he swiftly moved his hand upwards to seal my lips.  I managed to bite one of his fingers, just in time, before he could finish the job he intended. Releasing his hand from my mouth letting out a sharp cry, he swiftly moved his hand to the side, grabbed my hair and pulled at it hard, making me scream in agony, ‘Noo please Govindan’ and also that made me loosen my grip on the phone as  he took it from me and disconnected the line quickly.  Then he laughed the same villain laughter as he threw the phone away which fell on the couch. I trembled and pleaded ‘No Govindan please’ as he held me by my shoulders, quite rough. ‘Please Govindan, let me go. Don’t hurt me.’ I pleaded terrified, as he stood close to me with his breath stinking of alcohol, firmly stamping my half undone saree with both his feet, laughing. He quickly lowered his right hand from my shoulder and poked my fleshy hip with his index and middle finger making me jump in response. ‘Nooo… please Govindan’ , I pleaded as he did it again making me jerk once more. He observed my boobs jiggle, very satisfied as he lowered his hand a bit lower and I felt it rest on my petticoat knott, as the saree had already been  half unclad and had been pulled out of the tucks around there and the white cotton string holding the petticoat tight and in place had come to his view…  Seeing what he is upto, I tried to put my left hand on his to stop him, which annoyed him as he swiftly responded ‘Shhhh! Shut up bithch’ and slapped my left wrist so hard that it stung, making me cry out in pain. Pulling my hand up, I pleaded again, now with my hands together, in a praying gesture, ‘Nooo … please Govindan, let me go… this is not right, pleaasee ’, as tears ran down my cheeks, his fingers started meddling at the knot ,as he eyed at the knot lovingly. He whispered looking back at me, ‘ You know bitch, I’ve always wanted to do this…  ‘ pushing the saree further down, he exposed more of the petticoat, exposing the small open area just below the knot and started running his fingers inside it, feeling my panty elastic. ‘Please Govindan no… ‘ I kept pleading, as he inserted his finger lazily inside the elastic band and gave it a tug, in hurry to undo the petticoat, he was relishing his moment of life.

When I started to plead again, he abruptly moved his other hand on my shoulder and placed it on my hands and pulled them down firmly. ‘SSShhhhhh’ silencing me loudly, he placed my hands on his trouser to make me feel his mammoth erection. As he removed his hand from mine, I retracted my hands  back instantly, although I was shocked at the size initially. He looked up at me very annoyed. And starting hard at me he growled a ‘MMMMMMM!!!’ That said it all, like a cornered cat with its tail between its legs, chased by a pack of dogs, I was terrified, and quickly placed my hands on his erection. ‘Come on, let him out now, silly bitch’ he yelled, pulling my panty elastic so hard outside, through the petticoat’s gap, far out, as far as the elastic would permit and he let it go, as it went back with a ‘SNAPPP’ noise, which seemed to have made him happy. ‘MMMM!’ he insisted, making it clear that he meant business, as I recovered from that mini shock of ‘my own panty attacking me’, let my fingers on the zipper and pulled it down slowly. His very erect tool was offering a lot of resistance as the trouser was already forming a proper tent. I couldn’t help but look down, even though I wanted to avoid looking down. I can’t pull the zipper down properly If I couldn’t look down. So as I looked down,  even as the zipper came down half way through the ugly head of the fat bully was visible and soon as I pulled the zipper down the rest of the way, it sprung out like the spring operated toy that jumps out of the Pandora Box!!   No hint of any jocks or boxers under his trousers. I can’t quite complain because I was presenting myself to him that way only the day before, so may be, he thought it’s time to return the saucy favour! The bastard!

Despite the horrible situation that I was in, the sight of the monster made me gasp. Seeing my reaction he seemed very satisfied as he ran his free hand tenderly (if at all the word tender could be associated with Govindan) along my cheek as he said, ‘Like what you see slut?’  as I still was gazing at it in shock, he started running his fingers along my lips. His other hand moved back to the petticoat knot and he started pulling it loose, slowly, and gently, telling me , ‘MMMM, hold it now, with both hands, what are you waiting?’ He wasn’t exaggerating  as I would indeed need 2 hands to fully hold it!!. I pleaded a ‘Noo Govindan’ with my eyes as a fresh bout of tears started running down my eyes. Tears mean nothing to him, as he managed to pull the knot fully loose. I quickly rested my buttocks against the wall, to try and stop the loosened petticoat from dropping to the floor. It did work, but Govindan was in no hurry at all, as he pushed the panty down only on the left side, where the petticoat was covering it and was running his hand on the naked soft skin dreamily, as his left hand continued to play with my lips, pulling it and moving it to his will and trying to stick his fingers in my mouth which I resisted, of course by moving my face left and right away from his fingers. The problem is, my frightful resistances seem to turn him on more, as he muttered, ‘should I tell you again? Hold it now!!’ I brought my hands forward, as slowly as I could trying to delay the inevitable, while looking at his tool  in morbid fascination. It appeared to me at that moment like the blackish brown electric eel that tends to stick its head out of its hide out menacingly. Just like the eel, his tool was sticking out of his trousers.     

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Just then, the door opened with a loud bang!  Standing at the door, hands on his hips, glaring at us, taking in the scene.  Govindan dropped his hand from my face, turned around and froze– faced Mohan standing at the door with his dick still hanging out of his trouser.  I never thought I’d be so relieved to see Mohan, ever in my life. Still at the door he boomed ‘What the hell is going on?’ and marched through the door in fast paced steps pulling up the right sleeve of his carelessly un-cuffed full-sleeves focussing his gaze on Govindan.  His eyes blazed in anger, as he approached Govindan. Next thing I heard was a loud, very loud, very very loud Slap on Govindan’s left cheek. Boy, oh, Boy, that must have STUNG! He was caught off balance, holding his face he staggered, losing his balance, landed on me, as I stood right behind him still, with my back resting on the wall. I pushed him away disgusted. As he moved forward, Mohan held him by his shirt at his chest and dragged him away from me to the centre of the room, as I watched Mohan in action, fascinated, still froze to the wall. Govindan must’ve been as shocked as I am from this rude interruption to his planned proceedings, as he didn’t so much as utter a word, allowing himself to be dragged around the room with one hand on his cheek and the other at his trouser zip, trying to pull it up, to cover his now semi-erect tool which was still sticking out in all its glory as I could see it in plain sight slapping around, as he was dragged around the room by Mohan.   That ugly black thing was revolting yet fascinating at the same time as it looked longer than anything I had seen before, from below-the-belt perspective.  As I watched firmly frozen, with my back firmly planted against the wall, still frozen in fear, not even mindful to gather my pallu from the floor, back in position or to secure my now undone and loosened petticoat string, Mohan swirled Govindan around again, holding him by his shirt and as he whirled around, still looking dazed, Mohan slapped him HARD on his cheek again. This time he yelped in pain. He muttered a ‘Sir, Sir, please’ which was treated by another hard slap.  Mohan yelled, ‘Is this even a way to treat a woman? Look what you’ve done to her!’ and dragging him to the entrance, ‘Get lost. Don’t show your face here again, I’ll Kill you’ and pushed him outside the door with so much force the he stumbled and fell on the floor outside the door.  ‘Shut that thing in, idiot, if I happen to see it slip out of your trouser again, I’ll cut it clean! I mean it’ he said in a low menacing voice, pointing at his dick, leaning forward. Govindan urgently stuffed his tool inside his trouser, as he staggered back up still hadn’t quite recovered yet from the turn of events.  ‘Now get lost’ he yelled and looking right into Govindan’s eyes just before banging the door shut winked, nodded and smiled at him – none of which I noticed as Mohan was facing away from me completely.  Govindan, stepped away a couple of steps, decided to wait to find out the meaning behind the wink, stayed put. 

Banging the door shut, turning to me smiling, Mohan approached. ‘Are you alright dear’ he asked, placing his hands on my shoulders, running them along my blouse sleeves, tenderly. I nodded, still shaking, but managed a smile. I muttered a barely audible, ‘thank you’. He responded with a stern ‘SSSHHHH’ as he suddenly squatted in front of me. Still smiling, he said, ‘Look at you. The Bastard has made a mess.’ Saying he gently gathered the petticoat strings and pulled, tightening it. Taking his time with the knot, he rubbed my bare hip gently, as he spoke. ‘you must have called me by mistake, instead of calling Ravi, in your rush to get help. Am I right?’ he asked, while casually placing his left hand on my midriff too. I nodded realising that the gruff voice I heard on the phone was Mohan’s. ‘Yes that’s right, I was going to call Ravi, but I guess I pressed the wrong buttons on the phone causing me to move to the recently called number instead.’ As I answered back to him, feeling the warmth of his touch on my tummy, I felt my hands going back to his head as I gently caressed his hair as he was squatting in front of me.  He shifted to a kneeling down position. As he knelt down, he said smiling, ‘That’s for good as well dear. I was able to get here much quicker than Ravi’ saying he loosened my petticoat again. BY now, I wasn’t leaning back against the wall and had moved forward a bit.  So, as he loosened, the petticoat dropped a few inches, revealing my black panties. He took his time inspecting it… and lowered his left hand on my tummy and it glided along the smooth contour of my lower abdomen to rest of the panty elastic.  I was surprised at what’s going on, though he lowered it a bit, he still held the petticoat firmly at my upper thigh zone, just below the panty. I was surprised but didn’t protest. My only response was to tighten my grip on his hair as I looked down at his face any shiny sophisticated glasses, my mind went through his heroics a few mins ago and my hearth filled with warmth. His left hand encountered the elastic of my panties, undeterred he pushed it down a bit, slipping his fingers inside, easily, but only just.  As his fingers slipped in, satisfied, he looked up at me and smiled.’ As I said, it is for good that you called me Chithra. I am not sure if Ravi could’ve handled Govindan the way I did’ he laughed and as I smiled back nodding in agreement, he suddenly pulled the panty elastic towards him with his left hand and moved his head down to ‘peek’ inside still laughing. I blushed, turning read in shame, pulled his head back up to face me. Shame faced I muttered ‘No… Don’t please’ Smiling.   ‘Just want to know what the fuss is all about’ saying he looked down inside my panty as its elastic was still held firmly in his hands away from my body and moving his face forward he gently blew air right on the pussy lips quickly making me squeal in shame and embarrassment. I pulled his face harder this time with one hand on his hair the other on his beard, lifting it up, to face me, rather than my pussy. He looked back at me laughing.  

‘Stop it, don’t be naughty. Don’t try to continue where Govindan had left’ I added. My own remark made me so horny as I said it. I moved my hands from his head and beard to his cheeks and placing them gently on either side, uttered those words coated with plenty of passion he could see. Ever playful as he is, looking still right into my eyes, his eyes twinkling in mischief, he slipped his hand suddenly well inside my panties placing it right on my pussy lips, gave it a good pinch, muttering, ‘don’t you compare my methods to that of a bloody rascal’ and laughed. ‘Aawww…’ I squealed and in response, I pinched both his cheeks with my hands muttering, ‘now you stop doing that. Right now’ I said playfully. ‘Ohhh. Nice one. Now, I will stop it, but since yesterday, this is the second time, I am touching you here (squeezed again my pussy to point where) and yet I haven’t gotten to see how it looks in proper daylight. So with your permission Chithra, I want to pull your panty down, slowly to see it for 10 seconds… OK? Show me your treasure for 10 seconds.. Count yourself up to 10, alright?’ he asked me smiling, looking right at my eyes. With the trace of smile still at my lips, I relented. (as if generously agreeing to help him out!!) ‘OK, but only for 10 seconds.  I will start counting now.’  But to my surprise he pulled his hand off my panty completely! Surpirsed, I asked him, somewhat disappointed – ‘what happened?’  (squeezing his cheeks somewhat desperate as I felt I so horny and so ready to ‘expose’ for him right then). ‘Ah, just a small thing I forgot to tell you. You should do it yourself. Lower your panty yourself dear. I want to watch YOU to do that for me’, he said smugly watching the colour drain from my face. Impulsively I slapped him (not hard though) with my right hand which was already on his cheek, ‘you naughty bugger!! Please, do it yourself if you want’ (as I so wanted it to happen for some reason). ‘ No way, dear. I am waiting. Pull down your panties. NOW! Right NOW!’ saying he moved back removing his hands from me, in the process releasing my petticoat from his hand, causing it to drop to the floor and circle my legs, making me squeal in shame. When I bent to try and pick it up, standing in just my panty and blouse, he stopped me by my shoulders. ‘uh.. oh, you agreed.  Now do it.. only for 10 seconds. Lower your panties for me. Make my day. It’s much nicer than Govindan violently yanking it off you right?’ He asked smiling.  I remembered him telling me yesterday that he will make me drop my panties myself for him soon and he is doing that now exactly. As if reading my thoughts he told me, still kneeling down a feet away from me, ‘yes I remember telling you over the phone yesterday that I will make you drop your panties for me. And just as I asked you, you’ve been wearing  black panties. ’ He said laughing, with the same mischief twinkling in his eyes and blew me a flying kiss as I stood in shame, in just my black panties and blouse in front of him. ‘Come on. Do it. I also remember telling you that, I’ll make  you do it with your naked tities hanging out. Remember? (he laughed seeing me recall the phone conversation and blush). So its not exactly the same as you’re wearing your blouse now. Do you want to remove it too, now before pulling down your panties? (laughed again)… ‘I reached forward and punched him on his chest  muttering, ‘you’re no better than Govindan (but with a shy smile)’ . He laughed again and urged me, ‘Come on dear,  I know you want to. Do it. You can get topless for me later on at my studio. Just drop your panties, I can’t wait to see your sweet pie down there in broad daylight (he said with a naughty smile enjoying my eyes widen in shock for the plans he has in store for me)’, his constant prodding and the way he said it so sure of himself, made me so horny and Wet down there. ‘You are so naughty Mohan, you know that.’ I told him smiling shyly. I realised that I wanted to do what he asks me to, as much as he wanted me to do it. I slid my right hand to my lower abdomen and pulled the panty away and down just like how he pulled it forward a few mins ago. He said loudly, ‘what are you doing? Do it properly.  He stretched his hands and grabbed mine and firmly placed them on both sides of my hip. ‘Now, from the sides, pull your black panties down for me, Slowly! Come on. I want to see what’s inside properly. Its only for 10 seconds and you are going to count, remember?’ I am already breathing heavily as I felt so horny.  I pushed the panty elastic down slowly, looking at him. His eyes were riveted at my panties and he was eager to for what’s about to be presented.  He looked at my panties slipping down slowly, mesmerised, as I slowly  pushed it down from my hip. As I lowered it down to my upper thighs I looked down at my own shaved pussy lips, now swollen in expectation for some action. I looked back at him and he was scrutinizing my pussy wide eyed in excitement and clearly loving what he saw, It made my cheeks go red in embarrassment. He let out a low whistle asking, ‘what’s the matter honey? Forgot to count?’, laughing. I had no answer to that as I stammered a ‘ uh.. n.. no no.. ‘ and started ‘One..’. He raised his hand interrupting me. ‘This is not right. Some of your panty material is still riding up your crotch. See (his finger pointing right at my crotch). Pull it down further.’ He said making me blush in embarrassment, as I quickly pulled it down further, down to my mid thigh. ‘Happy? You naughty fellow?’ I asked him in a croaked tone, my whole face burning in shame seeing him lick his lips. His eyes said it all. ‘Now you can count, but, take your hands away from the panties. Don’t hold it, as I want you to stand straight and not bent forward, holding your panties’ he exclaimed. I like to see you stand for 10 seconds with your hands cupping your boobs. Come on, remove your hands now from your panties ‘, he said casually. I looked at him uncertainly, as the panties were already around my knees. Nevertheless, I loved every bit of what he is making me do. He was making me feel so sensual and so horny, effortlessly. ’As you wish’ I said in a whisper, and released my hands from my panties which promptly dropped to the floor, circled around my ankles on top of my petticoat. I slowly traced my hands over my body sensually, rested them on my boobs. Naturally, I began to squeeze my tits, just as he expected, breathing heavier and slower and longer. ‘Ok, you can start counting now.’ He said playfully seeing my panties circled around my ankles on top of the petticoat, in glee. Looking right at his face I counted in barely audible whisper, taking a long time between each number squeezing my boobs and pressing on my nipples over the blouse, something like ‘ohhhonhhee… thhhohoo… thhhrre….’  As he was relishing the way I looked loving the way I counted. As I counted, midway…between 6 and 7, he reached forward, placed his hands on my hips and planted a firm and long kiss on my cleanly shaven pussy making me count the ‘seven’ like  ‘SSSSSSSSSSSSSSShhhheeevvveeaan’   which made it sound like actually… ‘SSSSSSS here is heaven’ J  and as I managed to count the rest of the way through his hands were already comfortably on my bare butt cheeks kneading them all over.. muttering , ‘wow, so soft and so firm.. lovely texture to lay one’s hands on. I am a gifted gifted guy’ he muttered in a low voice… just when I said ten, he lovingly slapped my left buttock with his right hand and gave it a good pinch.  ‘Now pull up your panties you naughty girl. Just as I wanted to, I made you drop your panties for me.’ He said laughing loudly.  Coming forward, he planted another kiss on my navel now, while firmly squeezing my butt cheeks again.  ‘Stop it Mohan’ I said, pushing him away somewhat angrily, as I didn’t like the way he treated the whole thing as a personal challenge for him to win and to my own annoyance I was carried away at the heat of the moment and just as he had asked, dropped my panties fully for him.

Laughing aloud he said…’ Don’t take it seriously Chithra dear, I was just kidding.’ and gently grabbed my panties from my feet, still kneeling down, pulled it up slowly all the way, taking his time and then he pulled my petticoat back up as well, and tied it secure, as I watched him dress me back up, smiling happily.. Happy that I had the courage to do what he asked me to do and happy that it felt so good, doing what I did. Showing off my privates to a complete stranger (well him not really a stranger anymore) to my surprise, felt really good. Seeing him enjoy what he saw alone pushed me to the brink of a powerful orgasm as I was so hyped up down there. The way he made me do it was very sensual for me and of course for him.  I haven’t displayed myself to even Ravi this way… as I  stood thinking  about all this, he was patiently retaking the pleats of my saree and expertly tucked it back into my petticoat and the last step, he gathered the pallu that was on the floor. I was actually marvelling the way he tied back my saree, so expertly. Way better than I would wear it normally and the riase he has given at a single layer of saree , pulling it up over, to cover my bare hip partially had an element of sexiness in it, by itself.  I stretched my hand to collect the pallu from him, saying ‘thank you’. He handed it to me, but before I could pull it on me, he playfully poked my navel with his index finger, causing me to giggle and jump. ‘Now stop it!!! Haven’t you had enough fun for one day??’ and I pushed him away securing my pallu back in place.  I moved away from where I stood from what seemed to be like a whole century!!

-- 30 Dec Update...

‘What do you mean enough fun? The fun should have just begun today Chithra. Remember, we have agreed to create your portfolio today at my studio.  My long-time friend and Client from Roshni sarees, Mr. Karan whom I mentioned to you and Ravi previously, is also in town today and said he will join us when he called me earlier today. ’ he came closer to me, took my hands and gently squeezed it and asked me. ‘After what happened earlier today, I suppose you’d still be in shock. So I’d understand fully, if you want choose not to do the photo shoot today’ he offered politely. 

        

          Relieved, I asked him ‘Is it OK for you?  I mean, what will you tell your friend?’   ‘Well, I’d lose this contract Chithra, as Karan will surely go with one of my competitors as he is strapped for time. Friendship and business are two different things. Besides, he might find a model with a proven track record and an existing portfolio. ’ he said rubbing his beard thoughtfully.

 

  I felt sorry for Mohan and asked him if he would be losing a lot of money. He patted my cheeks once gently and said, ’In fact, I should be the one apologising to you, for entertaining Govindan here yesterday  and putting ideas in his head. Poor chap! We helped bring out the animal in him. You having an exceptionally beautiful and curvy figure fuelled the fire in him (the flattery continues). God knows how long he had been fantasising on things that he was trying to do to you when I stepped in. sorry again. I’ll take my losses, I deserve it dear. I’ll make sure he never steps in here again with such intentions’, he said looking at me softly.

     I felt an overwhelming compassion for him at that instance and seeing him stretching his arms wide, taking the cue, I crashed into him, resting my head against his chest and my arms around his back, hugging him tightly, I whispered, ‘Thanks Mohan’ as my hair brushed against his beard. As I said it, I felt myself beginning to sob.  I came out of the initial shock and the emotions took over now.  As I was reliving at the thought of how close I came to being brutally raped by Govindan, I shook myself uncontrollably, sobbing, burying my face deeper in his chest. His arms circle around me and he gently stroked my back, over my blouse, trying to comfort me. ‘Sssh… its alright. You’re OK now. Don’t cry. Think of it as a bad dream. Just relax now.’ I nodded through the sobs. He kept stroking my back and my hair for a long while, waiting for my sobs to die to down and after what seemed like an eternity when I broke free from him, he wiped my tear stained face and planted a gentle kiss on both cheeks and smiled at me. ‘Now, it’s all over dear. Understand? Go take rest.’  Gently releasing me he headed for the door. ’Keep this away from Ravi, since he has to see Govindan every day at work. OK?’ saying so, he started walking away from me. I grabbed his arm and when he turned around, I said ‘Thanks’ smiling. 

‘Hey, now, don’t be a silly-billy. I need to get going now. I need to try and find one of my models in short notice to see if I can still reel in Karan. It’s a multi-lakh project, so I don’t want to just let it slip like that, so easily. ‘Letting the project slip away from my hands so easily can be compared to only one thing really’ – he said in a serious voice, prompting me to ask ‘What?’. With the same serious face he continued, ‘as easily as those black panties slipped away from your hands a few minutes ago!!’  he paused for the effect and LOVED my face go red and laughed aloud, tackling a barrage of punches to his chest as I screamed, ‘you Rascal’ suppressing my embarrassed giggle.   ‘It’s alright dear, don’t worry about it, it’s my loss and I caused it mainly by allowing that scoundrel Govindan to stay yesterday. So, it’s really not fair for me to ask you anything now. My sincere apologies once again.  Well, a few debts to pay will have to wait, as I was counting on the revenues from this project, but I don’t want to dump my sorrows on you. Take care dear.’

 With that he walked away when I started to say something with a ‘But…’ . he Ssssh’ed me and opened the door with a smile. ‘Lock it properly now.’ He said and vanished before I had a chance to say what I wanted to say.

I sat back in the couch feeling upset and sorry for Mohan.  The more I thought about it, the more I felt bad for him, as the guilty conscience in me was poking my heart at the thought of me causing him a big loss potentially. It’s strange that until a couple of days I didn’t even have a favourable opinion of the chap and today I am feeling so bad for him and wanted to do all I could to see him happy! 

Outside the house:

Outside, at the same time, as Mohan stepped down the stairs from my apartment, he saw Govindan waiting for him. Mohan smiled at him nodding his head. ‘Just as I thought, I knew you’d be waiting. Don’t you have any sense?  Will you go try something like that and spoil it for all of us? Is it your idea to kill the golden egg laying goose?’ he said and slapped Govindan’s head again. Govindan had rehearsed some expletives in his head to yell at Mohan, but looked dumb stuck at this opening line from Mohan. He just managed to reply, ‘what are you saying sir?’  ‘We almost lost her today, because of your stupidity, she was almost about to call Ravi, but luckily she called me instead. Keep walking with me.’ He signalled and Govindan walked along with a renewed interest and a new found obedience behind Mohan as they both walked towards his apartment.

In a low voice he continued, ‘I have just made her drop her panties for me, just after I threw you out.  She did it herself, unlike your technique of forcing her to do so. (Mohan’s jaw dropped in surprise) Man, She is an amazing item! I could’ve screwed her right there. She was so vulnerable and so horny too. God knows what you did to her, before I came. She was all hyped up and ready. May be it’s the look of your big long tool.. who knows? ’ he chuckled. This made Govindan happy too, as he smiled proudly. ’Yes sir, it must be that (saying he rubbed his pride and joy, the now flabby tool of his, over his dirty trousers) so did you have a good time fucking her then?  You came out soon. I don’t think I waited for long. How was her pussy? Was it rather tight? I am sure the bastard Ravi doesn’t fuck her daily and perhaps his cock is just an earthworm next to mine which is a size of a python! (he was in full vulgar flow freely slandering Ravi and marketing his manhood!) ’

Mohan chuckled again and patted him on his shoulder, ‘Yes, it’s a nice clean shaven pussy which I only kissed today. No, I didn’t screw her. If I did, I would’ve taken a very long time to come out of her house. In fact, I dressed her back myself.’  Govindan nearly shouted in disbelief, ‘BUT WHY sir?’ ‘SSSh! Lower your voice, Right now, she is still not quite ready yet.  There is no problem having her now. She will come to bed without much resistance if the right buttons are tweaked, but there is a risk that it will be a one-off.   It may not happen again. Also, it’d be a boring one-on-one action with just me screwing her.   I need to make her open her thighs whenever and wherever by first turning her into a proper slut. Driving her crazy for a little longer, by seducing her, but not screwing her, would do the trick, just right – which is just what I did today.  Then, I can try a few things on her, like share her with my friend - ask her to suck his cock while I screw her ass – and may be do all this to her, while Ravi is watching! (Govindan’s eyes widened in surprise and he gasped at the very thought of it). Seeing my eyes glistening as I said the last sentence, he muttered a  ‘ Saaaar...  ’  and took Mohan’s hands in great reverence.

I have told her that I will look for someone else for the photoshoot before I came out of her place. I am expecting her to come back to my house running, if I am right - Soon. That will confirm her first step into the slippery slope of no return’ he said laughing dreamily. I am sure she will come. When she comes with me today, there will be proper fun.’  ‘Here is my card, take it.  Give me a ring in a week’s time. I will arrange for an opportunity so you can have her too. Hopefully, by then I would have turned her into a horny bitch. She is still too nice, but that’s what I intend to do. Change her to a slut. It will be quite a sight to watch you screwing her with your monster tool. I am sure my friend Karan would love to see it too. It would be a nice piece of live action. I am guessing, you won’t mind us watching you screw her, don’t you?’ Mohan asked sniggering. (Govindan nodded a NO instanctly – all out ready for action). ‘Now, don’t show your face until you hear from me ok? You very nearly spoiled it today. Go away now. I need to go back and wait for that tasty piece of ass.’ 

Govindan nodded happily and he clutched Mohan’s card so carefully as if it’s a heavy 24 carat gold biscuit and rushed away, absently stroking his semi erect tool. All that ‘sluttification (yea I made that word up) of Chithra madam’ conversation has stirred him up again.

After seeing Govindan Off, Mohan picked up his phone and tapped the buttons casually as he walked up the stairs of his flat. ‘Karan speaking’ came the gruff voice on the other end. ‘Are you ready? In a few minutes, I am expecting the bird at my place. It’s a fantastic catch this time.  Very tempting and juicy one, totally curvy and flesh at the right places’ he chuckled as he climbed the stairs cheerfully. ‘A very conservative and shy bitch, married to a moron. I Just had her drop her panties for me, fantastic pair of buttocks, maan and a nicely clean shaven pussy- A SIGHT TO BEHOLD. That’s a surprise to me, as I expected her to be hairy seeing that she is very conservative and shy otherwise!  Come in and join the fun. Haven’t violated her yet, saving her up to share with you. See you soon.’

Karan seemed all excited at the other end. ‘Oh bugger, Can’t wait then! Ok cool, I’ll see you soon. I am just around the corner from your house, will reach there in a few minutes.’  Phone went dead just as Mohan opened the door and he threw the phone on the couch and fixed himself some lemon tea and sat on the sofa waiting.

Back at Chithra’s place:

Just as he anticipated, my thoughts kept going back to what Mohan said just before leaving. I couldn’t bear the thought of him losing his contract because of me. After fidgeting and biting my nails clean for the next few minutes, I stood up and sighed. Having made a decision, I went to the door. Instead of just calling, I decided to go to his place and talk to him in person. With my fancy slippers on, locked the door and stepped out of our apartment and headed swiftly to Mohan’s residence. I wanted to find out what his options were and help him out if I can. I rang the bell and stood there, wondering if I am doing the right thing or not. Mohan didn’t answer the door immediately. I had to wait for a few minutes and I was wondering if I left it too late and was beginning to get worried that if Mohan has already left his house and was cursing for not bringing my phone as I now have to go back home to try and call him. As I was thinking of going back, I just heard a ‘hello’ from behind me. I turned around and found a man in his late 50s dressed in white kurta-pyjama, wearing coolers and a heavy gold chain smiling at me – sizing me from head to toe.  ‘You must be the prospect Mohan was mentioning earlier, you have the looks alright!’ he said and looked at me again from head to toe, stopping at the right places for appropriate lengths of time, making me shift uncomfortably. ‘y.yes possibly, and you sir?’ ‘Ohh… where are my manners? Sorry I am Karan’ he put his hand out promptly. When I put my hand out to shake his, he took my hand and instead of shaking, quickly bent forward and planted a quick kiss at the back of my palm. I blushed and retracted my hand looking back at him awkwardly. Seeing my reaction he laughed heartily. ‘Take it easy sweetheart. I take it you’re a fresh face. I should’ve known.’ He said laughing. ‘Fresh faces are always fun to work with. Why are you standing at the door?’    

 Just as he asked, the door opened. Totally ignoring me, Mohan stepped to Karan and they both hugged each other and exchanged niceties. As he ushered Karan in, Mohan casually invited me in. ‘Sorry for the delay Chithra, was busy inside. Come in. I am surprised to see you. ’  I smiled and nodded and stepped in.  Oh by the way, this is Karan he introduced. ‘Yes we met already while waiting for you’ I said. ‘He was hoping to work with you,  I didn’t get an opportunity to tell him yet that you won’t be able to make it.’ 

Karan seemed to be in a big shock and instantly started yelling at Mohan. ‘Idiot, you put away from telling me the most important of details. I now need to find someone else. We only have until today evening to finalise the contract for the new model to commence work for the rest of the week. It’s a tight schedule. You of all people should know that.’ Turning to me he said, ‘if you don’t mind sweetheart, can you please come later? I need to discuss a few things with him and if it’s not going anywhere, which by the looks of things, seem to be the case, I will need to find someone else.‘  He was literally walking up to me, and asking me to leave.  Mohan chimed in too. ‘Sorry Chithra, I am afraid he is right. We have work to do now. I will catch up with you later, OK?’  

I can’t believe that I am being thrown out of his house literally. I manage to interrupt them both finally. ‘Yes.. about that. Is it OK if I still decided to do the part?’ I asked in anticipation. They both looked at me with varied reactions. Mohan in genuine (fake) surprise and Karan thoroughly confused. ‘I thought after all that happened this morning, you wouldn’t be..’  Karan interrupted ‘What happened this morning?’ with a concerned look. I urgently answered, ‘nuh.. nothing really’ and turned to Mohan, ‘I’d like to do the part I agreed earlier, if you still want me to’.  Mohan looked back at me concerned, ‘are you sure Chithra? Are you up for it? It could be quite demanding’. I nodded back instantly, ‘if you think I can do it, then I can’ placing my full trust in him, allowing him to make the decision, quite happy that I got that off my chest now. Mohan seemed happy too, that between him and Karan they can soon take not just the decisions off my chest, but also my blouse and bra off my chest!

‘I am quite pleased Chithra that you decided to help me’ retorted Mohan with a genuine happiness as I nodded back at him happily. 

Karan changed the tempo a bit, ‘Very well then, it’s nearly 10.30 am already, we have only half a day left before Mrs Chithra needs to get back. I am sure she will have her domestic duties calling her soon.’  Seeing me nod, he continued, ‘In that case, She may be all ours only for the next few hours, so let’s hurry up and finish her off’ he said smiling at me and patting Mohan’s shoulders asking him to rush. He already started walking to the door.

As Mohan was following him, I held him by his hand and whispered so only he could hear, ‘I haven’t had time to even take a shower or change!!’  Mohan hushed back, ‘Don’t worry dear, we have all you need at my studio. You’ll be amazed. If you go back now, we will all be delayed. Thanks again for agreeing to work today. It means a lot to me’ (so saying he quickly slid his hand to my bare hip, under the pallu, placing his fingers on my soft curvy hip and gently squeezing me there he prodded me to move along.) ‘Come on lets go now’. I turned to see in the direction of Karan quickly and seeing that he is facing the other way and not at us, relieved, I quickly brushed his hand off my hip, although I have to admit, it felt so good, his hand surreptitiously feeling me up, while Karan is still around in the room. I said ‘Ok then, I’ll freshen up at your studio’, and walked in front of him to the door where Karan was waiting now. Mohan followed me, eyeing my swaying buttocks, licking his lips and looking at Karan and pointing at my butt cheeks, winked. I missed that bit, as Mohan was behind me and Karan was in front facing both of us, at the entrance.  Karan smiled back at Mohan and nodded at me, ‘Great let’s get started. I want to get this deal finalised today. Hurry up everyone.’ And he rushed to his Audi that was parked outside.

As Mohan and I stepped out of his apartment, Karan was already in the driver’s seat waiting impatiently. Mohan opened the front door for me, indicating me to get in.  As I stepped in the car, the plush seats and the AC and the softly humming music hushed nearly all the noise from the outside world.  After a few minutes of travel we reached the studio. During the journey I was left out of the conversation again, as Mohan and Karan were in discussion deeply, regarding the nature of work involved in the contract and the time scale, Rates, dressing rage etc. Though I was able to follow in principle what they were talking about, most of it, didn’t make sense to me.  They would briefly interrupt their conversation to ask a one liner to me like, ‘Are you comfortable in a gagra choli or have you tried low rise jean or this and that’. Some of the items they’d mentioned, I had not heard of them before and told them so frankly. Karan kept nodding at my ignorance quite excited to the amusement of Mohan. I was glad that we finally reached the studio and my ‘mini’ interview was over. I didn’t realise that it was just the beginning of the end!

-- new update Mar 2018... after a long break!! :)


Agree with one of the  Comments..  since the story has grown too long to stroke down comfortably with one hand ( just like Govindan's shaft! LOL)  continuing the rest in the next part :)

Part-2 updates continue here 

[ will continue with quicker updates.. let me know of any feedback you may have on the recent updates or any other stuff.. ]

The new job

 ‘You’re appointed!’ I can’t believe my eyes as I was reading the letter from the MNC for which I’d applied for a job last month and attended the interview last week. “EEEEEKs” I screamed in delight as I kissed the letter several times clenching it very tightly. Then I kept the letter at the altar, offered a silent prayer of thanks and ran to pick up the phone to call up my husband to share the happy news. He was equally happy and suggested we went out for a family dinner. My husband got a transfer of job from Hyderabad to Chennai recently and I had to resign my job as lecturer in one of the colleges there. It wasn’t much but was keeping me busy and was helping me keep in touch with Accountancy which I studies in college years back. I was applying for various jobs for the past few months including this one. Naturally, I was thrilled to be selected as a     statistician for an international automotive company. Frankly, I was expecting them to pick one of the, younger fresh graduates, so I am doubly thrilled. Though I am not that old, at 28 I felt much older than the boys and girls who applied for the job at the interview!  Now, taking a slight detour let me describe a bit about me. I am not skinny by any means. Like a typical Indian woman after few years of marriage, I have dutifully made sure that my body accumulated flesh at the right places at the right amount. My bra has gone up by 2 sizes and a cup during the last 4 years of marriage and stands currently at 36C while the days of wearing  34 size jeans are long gone now and I am shopping for a 38 these days. Thankfully the waist size of 32 keeps me in lady-like proportion still and was the main contributor in retaining 90% plus attendance in my classes in Hyderabad, though  I would like to think that it was due to my teaching ability!  The last couple of years, due to Ravi’s encouragement and my own view of my age, I’d started wearing sarees mainly and nearly completely stopped chudi, or jeans altogether. My fleshy hips rather than my accountancy tips during the class that captured the attention of the classroom I think!  I am quite proud of my body and so am quite happy with the attention I was getting.  Moving to Chennai after a ‘moving’ farewell party from the students, I ended up staring at the moving hands of the clock. Sitting at home was driving me crazy!

For all the right reasons I felt thrilled. 

 I have to report to the new job, the very next week, so I got busy the rest of the week preparing myself for the new job, buying some new dresses etc. On the night before, when I was ticking off my check-list my husband pounced on me and very nearly ripped my nightie off and while mauling my tits, he sniggered, ‘A whole new bunch of clowns will now get to share time with you now’ I giggled and pushed him away – ‘Look who’s jealous’ I remarked while he was busy pulling my panties down to my thighs. I shrieked –‘Light is On! See window curtains aren’t drawn fully – you want to show more of me to our neighbours?’ In response, with a vicious smile, he suddenly dug all his fingers on my hips and began poking me – seeing me jerk and laugh uncontrollably. Over the years, it has become one of his favourite acts and I grew into liking it.'Lights Lights' I managed to yell ammidst my laughter. Reluctantly, he then got up leaving me panting for breath with panties down to thighs, to turn the light off and jumping on me again. We happily had a rocking sex that night and slept peacefully looking forward for a new dawn in more ways than one.

  On the next morning, the D-day, I woke up earlier than usual, and hurriedly prepared the packed lunch for Ravi, who before leaving kissed me longer than usual and his fingers priced open the 5th button of my front open nightie which by the way has become quite loose due to the routine. His index finger hungrily reached for my deep navel, and he began poking gently enjoying my grunt and mock punches on his shoulders, all the while we were still kissing. I put up an impromptu dance as he continued fingering me and finally unable to take it more I managed to peel myself off him gasping for air. That by itself was like a mini sex session as both of us looked a bit exhausted, yet wanted more. With a naughty smile, pointing at my navel, he said, ‘Flaunt this spot honey, and you’ll go a long way up’ which earned him more punches as he turned around to open the door. I got a bit carried away and playfully pushed him out of the house stepping outside with the two buttons at my midriff sill undone. My neighbour had also stepped outside just then, saw the whole thing and his eyes automatically dropped to my braless tits in the nightie and a fair skin and deep navel on view with the buttons wide open. He was looking at me speechless before I realised what’s happening and covered up and Ravi distracted him with a loud ‘Good Morning sir’. I caught a glimpse of the poor chap, still having trouble tearing his gaze off my shapely buttocks as he addressed Ravi back ‘ Good-Morning Ravi’ very distracted. Suppressing a smile, still blushing, I closed the door and ran to the bathroom. Instead of my planned quick shower, it ended up being a longer proper one involving an M session as well. (for those of you blinking what the heck M is – it’s the other word for ‘self-pleasure’ beginning with M ).  I should say, the neighbour’s wide eyed stare at my unscheduled exposure, propelled my pleasure. Running my finger along the pleasure zones, thinking how I ‘made his day’ and what he would have been thinking of me right now, hit the right note in my head as I felt the gradual build up lead up to a rocking climax. It was a quickie, but a very good one, I smiled at the sunlit ventilator while the hot water splashed on my naked body for a few more minutes.

Eventually, stepping out of the shower, very radiantly,  I chose to wear the light blue chiffon saree with matching blouse as it’s a sober colour and not too gaudy.  I was careful not to reveal much skin as I didn’t want to send any unwanted signals.   I approached the work place well on time using the public transport and was waiting at the reception calming down myself by looking at the huge palm tree indoors. The powerful light inside the building appeared to be an ideal substitute for sun.  Eventually a girl from the HR took me inside with a warm smile and the formalities were complete and I was taken to the stats team.  It was situated in a corner of the building. The HR girl was explaining about the various teams as we made our way through. Some wished her back as she cheerily ‘Morning’d everyone on her way. She was dressed a body-hugging skirt and tops that enhanced her curves. Naturally, people were friendly with her. Eventually we reached an enclosed cubicle’s glass door. I was wondering about it when miss pretty face from HR explained ‘Stats team had specially requested this enclosed corner office as they would prefer to work without disturbances.’ I felt a gush of cold air all over me, especially over my bare midriff and upper back area not covered by the blouse. I gripped the handbag close to my body, crossing my arms, as my fingers felt the goose bumps. ‘Oh you’re standing right under the central Air-con vent, move away from there please. A/C is not one of the strong suits of this office building, I am afraid. It either gets too hot or too cold, and this area is especially bad. We fondly call this corner ‘igloo’ she laughed as I moved from the corner to face the door.  She started telling a bit more about the flexi work hours etc when I felt someone place a woollen shawl over my shoulders. Pretty face cooed happily over my shoulder showing all her teeth ‘Good Morning God!’  The large bear paw of hands gently secured the shawl around my shoulders as he greeted in his guttural voice ‘Morning Nimmi’ and ‘Relax, you must be Chithra’.  I nodded a ‘Thank you’ and as gently as possible I pulled away from him to turn to see the rest of him. He was quite tall, about 6 ft 3 may be and very fair. His distinguishing mark was the sricharan (long red vertical line) on his forehead – a very pious Iyengar indeed. He must be in his mid 40s, a bit chubby for his 6 ft 3 frame and was smiling at me serenely. I smiled back at him thinking happily that he is as close as I could get to lord Krishna today and it felt like a good sign to me seeing him like that.  ‘Yes, I am Chithra and you must be, God?

     He roared a big laugh and I could see his belly jiggle freely over his tight shirt as the buttons seem ready to pop out anytime. He looked a comical to me. I am Gothandaraman ( he stuck his hand out jovially leaning forward) I shook his strong hand and felt it clasp over mine just like an adult’s hand holding a toddler’s, but despite its enormity his hand was so warm and soft – even softer than pretty face’s. The smile intact on his face he continued, ‘The nice people here including her (poking her on her shoulder with his meaty finger making her squeal and jump)  felt it’s a waste of time to call my name in full, besides (pointing to the shricharan on his  forehead) this helped too.. lo, Gothandaraman became God. J All three of us laughed again, this time I looked forward to watch his tummy jiggle in his tight shirt.  He looked like one of the Cuddly Bear toys to me and the more I thought of it the more it made me laugh. (cuddly, he sure turned out to be !)   

    ‘And you, we’ve only asked for an assistant in our team, but they’ve sent an angel’, he lavished flattery. I smiled shyly. He dismissed pretty face after that and opened the door inviting me inside. I thanked her too and stepped inside. As I had been pre-warned, the room inside was a lot colder and I made a mental note to bring a sweater from the next day.

    As the day grew, my respect and liking for god only grew. He turned out to be such a nice and jovial person to work with and he helped me with setting my desk up. I spent the rest of the day familiarising myself with the work at hand and asked his help which he did enthusiastically. We had lunch together at the canteen and we got to know about each other’s background. During the course of the day, I learnt that he is a widower for a few years now. Rivers of sympathy rushed from my heart as I offered a few comforting words. The rest of the day flew by as I was very busy learning stuff and he got immersed in his work too. The day flew by. He waved me good bye as I started home, saying that he usually works late as he has nothing to go home to. Unsure of how to react I nodded and just said ‘Raman sir, take care then’ and came back home, thinking about him all the way back.

  

   I told Ravi all about my first day experiences as soon as I reached home and a large part of my narrative was about painting a grand picture of pretty face and Raman sir. Ravi listened very interestedly and even mentioned that he would like to see this ‘God’ character.  He laughed when he heard how he got the name and how he looked like a cuddly-bear toy. He cuddled me after that and planted a deep kiss and then became busy with watching the cricket highlights leaving me to regurgitate more memories from the day at office as I cooked for the family. Strangely, that night when Ravi was pumping me, amidst my moans my mind was picturing the smiling face of Raman with his Shricharan.  As Ravi played with my nipples I was thinking of the rather tight chequered shirt that Raman wore. That was strange, I thought to myself, before dozing off.

 The next day, I came in prepared wearing my bright yellow sweater over the saree. Raman greeted me loudly ‘I see you’ve come prepared today’. I got my first mini assignment that day and was quite busy with it. An hour and half must have passed by, and I felt a gentle tap on my shoulder. Raman was standing next to me in his red T with a warm smile and a mickey-mouse printed mug filled with hot coffee. ‘Take a break’ he placed it on the table and went back to his place to savour his coffee break.  I thanked him and we had a little chit chat during the coffee break about TV Programs etc. and we continued our chat during the lunch break. During our idel chitchat, I told about my plans to see actor Surya's latest movie and that I’d seen all his movies as I am a big fan of him. The rest of the day flew past. The next days we have pretty much established a routine, a morning greeting, coffee break, lunch and another break, during all of which we talked about pretty much everything under sun, from cricket to kulfi, from politics to pope. I was awed by the depth of his knowledge in so many topics and whatever is the topic of our conversation he’d have something interesting or funny to talk about it.

First month had passed and I now knew most of the people that work at the office and I liked the relaxed and flexible atmosphere. While the other colleagues at work are being nice to me, I realised that I enjoyed Raman sir’s friendship and company the most. These days I am looking forward to our little chit chats during our breaks.  I had been telling him about how Ravi and I went out for dinner to celebrate my first salary. He smiled and produced something from his pocket. It turned out to be 2 tickets for the latest surya movie that I had been mentioning a few days back. ‘This is for you. Enjoy the movie with your husband and let me know what you think tomorrow.’ First I refused, but he insisted that it was no big deal for him as he has the right contacts to get these tickets anytime he wanted. As a parting shot he added, ‘If you ask me, instead of watching Surya, you should be acting with him’ as I giggled taking in the flattery – he took the liberty the moment offered and looked at me from head to toe assessing me. His eyes were at my hips and his smile still intact he added, ‘the directors would do anything to get a girl with your kind of figure act. Cinema’s loss is Ravi’s gain’.  Smiling, I told him to stop the nonsense and thanked him for the tickets and quickly went back to my seat. That evening Ravi and I watched the movie and as expected, like any other Surya film, it was super good.  We had an extended break the next morning where we were talking about the movie. At the end of our discussion I told him that my husband is deputed at the US for the next 3 months on an assignment and will have to leave next week. He was silent a bit and then said, ‘I know exactly how it is, to be alone’ and went back to work.

The following week passed by in a bat of an eyelid and on Friday Ravi left to the US, the first weekend I am spending on my own in a long time and felt terrible sitting in front of the Tele most of the time and couldn’t wait for the Monday to come. ‘Back to civilisation’ I said when I greeted Raman on Monday, quite relieved that I can talk to him. I told him that apart from the brief telephone conversations with Ravi, the weekend was so boring and he nodded understandingly.  That afternoon we had a problem with the office A/C and all of a sudden the room became so hot like a baking oven within minutes. Raman switched on the portable fan at the corner of the room as I stood up from my chair to pull the yellow sweater off me. My hands were busy behind me as I was pulling the sleeves of the sweater off me and the pallu was naturally out of place and as a result, as I stood pulling away the sleeves awkwardly, Raman sat on his seat and rolled closer to me looking at my exposed tummy and tits. The strong breeze from the fan did further damage by blowing the pallu more and I could see a smile form in his lips as he didn’t make any attempt to hide that he very much liked what he is seeing. Because I am wearing a sweater these days I didn’t quite care if the saree dropped below my navel as the sweater was adequately long. I would usually adjust the saree properly before leaving the office, in the WC. Today’s unscheduled stripping of the sweater projected my deep navel in all its glory as the saree waistline had dropped down at least 3 inches comfortably.  Eaten alive in shame I tried to peel the sleeves of the damn sweater only to find that it was tangled in my bangles and seeing Raman’s smiling face admiring my ‘show’ I shook my hands behind me in frustration, causing my tits to jiggle nicely, and I could see Raman’s appreciative eyes rolled up from my navel to my jiggling tits. He remarked enthusiastically, ‘see, Did I not tell you the other day? Not only do you have the looks but also you how to shake these well’ and laughed. Blushing, ‘Cheeeei…… look away Raman sir’ I shrieked in shame and turned away from him. Though wearing low-hip in itself was no big deal, the thought of sheer helplessness to cover up made my face go beet red in shame. As I turned away from him, Raman was laughing aloud and pulled the sweater off my hands to help me. ‘Here you go Chithra’, he placed it on the chair and went back to work as though nothing happened.  I was still in daze as I quickly adjusted the pallu.  I went back to work and an hour later the A/C came back on. He turned his chair to face me with an expectant naughty smile. ‘Aren’t you going to wear it back Chithra’ he laughed. ‘Shut up Raman sir.’  I replied in mock anger and stood up and facing away from him, wore the sweater back. As I was buttoning it, I heard him over my shoulder – ‘Too bad, I won’t get a chance to see that gorgeous navel again today.’  I buttoned up shyly and sat back and without looking at him replied in a angry tone. ‘Men are pigs’ and went back to work. He said ‘sorry’ but I didn’t reply and continued to put up the angry façade and avoided him for the rest of the day.

 I was thinking about the A/C episode for a long time that evening and my mind still recalling the ‘very interested’ face of Raman sir. I even felt happy that he quite liked what he saw. The next couple of days, I continued my mock anger and avoided him cutting short our conversations to greetings and good byes. Secretly though I kept wearing low-hip daily hoping at the back of my mind that the A/C would fail again!  On Friday evening when I was about to go home, he stopped me. ‘Chithra, I understand you’re spending your weekends bored to death. Why don’t you visit my place on Saturday or Sunday, give me a call and I’ll pick you up. May be we can watch some Surya movies in the home theatre at my place.’ He passed me his number. I didn’t know how to respond. I said, ‘I am not sure Raman sir’ but took his number with me anyway as I left the office. I wasn’t sure if it would be proper to visit him so I didn’t call him on Saturday and tried to keep myself busy by doing some tidying up and trying a new dish from the cookbook.  Talking to Ravi late night, I told him about the boring weekends and he prompted me to not stay at home and go out somewhere. 

    Waking up late in the morning on Sunday, sipping the coffee I was toying with the idea of whether to call Raman or not and flicked the TV on. The moment I saw the same old drab serial on I made up my mind. I picked up the receiver and dialled the number and the familiar brisk voice answered. ‘Good Morning Raman sir’ I started. ‘Wow a pleasant surprise Chithra. How do you like spending time with me today?’ he came straight to the point. ‘Sure, if I am not troubling you’. ‘Nonsense, get ready and I’ll pick you up in an hour’s time, now give me your address.’ I gave him my address, shed my nightie and stepped in the shower thinking, why I didn’t mention anything about Raman sir’s invitation to Ravi the previous night. I shrugged the thought away as I got dressed up and as I secured the saree clip to hold the pleats I made sure the saree is a good couple of inches below my navel purely to taunt him. The lavender chiffon saree that I chose is fairly transparent, which should be giving him a good indication of the plunging waistline beneath the pallu, as I looked at my reflection the mirror and smiled. I have blatantly refused to wear low-hip when Ravi had asked me to, during earlier occasions but now I am finding myself going for it, quite willingly. The violet matching blouse is my current favourite. Its velvet soft and body hugging elastic type, totally button-free and supposed to be worn without a bra as it has built-in bra cups. I have worn it only twice before and both times I loved the way it felt. I usually avoid it wearing to work or due to its deep neckline, showing my cleavage quite generously. Today I felt mischievous enough to give it another try and just as before, I felt naughty and the familiar tingle between my thighs came back as I looked at my own cleavage in the mirror before covering it up with the pallu.

Just when I sat back on the couch contemplating whether to turn the TV on or not, I heard the calling bell ring and I opened the door to find Raman looking stylish with his coolers on still and his wavy hair looking a wee bit out of place. He let out a low whistle looking at me. ‘I think I need to have a chat with Surya’ he said standing at the door. ‘Mockery later, now please come in Raman sir’ I invited him with a smile. Even through his Ray- Ban I can make out his eyes roaming all over me. I walked inside asking if he would have a coffee. ‘Wow you look splendid Chithra.’ he replied to my question. I smiled a polite thanks and now ‘coffee or nor?’ sure by all means, he said and sat on the couch, comfortably. His T shirt riding up a bit showing his well endowed belly but he seemed unconcerned as he picked up a magazine on the table and turned its pages while I made him the coffee. ‘It looks like I will have more opportunities to see where I left the other day’ he said, standing at the kitchen entrance staring at my exposed hip as I picked up the sugar from the overhead cupboard. That made me blush as I responded shyly, ‘shut up Raman sir. If this is your main agenda for the day, seeing more of me, then I am calling the plan off.’ I am surprised at myself for not bursting out in anger at his remark and not making any attempt to cover myself up and acted as if he wasn’t looking at me at all- when in actual fact he was literally stripping me with his eyes. But I liked letting him talk to me like that and letting his eyes wander all over me, despite our big age difference.

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I felt thrilled like a teenage girl when I handed over the coffee with a mock anger in my face. He too sensed that my anger isn’t real this time as he took the coffee from me and decided to play along. ‘Ok Chithra, as you wish. If you don’t want me to see you, I will not ever look at you in an ‘appreciative’ sort of you’ and laughed as he sipped the coffee. I laughed along as I couldn’t keep up the anger for long. ‘No, seriously, you look gorgeous’ he complimented sincerely. I beamed with pride as I thanked him shyly.   ‘Thanks for the refreshing cup of coffee, now lets go to my place – he stood up after the coffee and I stood up too. We reached his car, a nice Honda Civic and he opened the door for me. ‘Nice car’ I said as I got in. ‘A proper car with good A/C is definitely needed for Chennai’ he said as I started feeling the cold air on me. ‘This reminds me of the office’ I said and we both laughed as the car glided almost silently. In about 5 minutes drive, he parked the car in front of a villa on a quiet side street. I looked at him surprised. ‘Is this your house?’ Surprised for multiple reasons, that he lives so close to me and his house is so huge. ‘Yes Chithra, it’s what mty grandfather left for me and is rebuilt 5 years back.  Come in.’ I was amazed as I walked towards the front along the path dividing the lawn on both sides which was impeccably mowed and looked very lush. The gardener who was busy fertilizing the coconut trees along the compound wall saluted him as we walked in. He stared at me for a second and turned away. ‘You can go Raju, once you’ve finished the work at the trees.’ he dismissed the gardener as he opened the heavy oak door even as I was contemplating whether to remove my sandals inside the house or the marble floored front porch. ‘Don’t worry Chithra, you can wear it in.’ he said as he urged me to come inside and closed the door. I removed my footwear as I stepped inside and was completely awestruck at the enormity of the hall and the interior décor swept me off my feet. He let me stare in daze for a few seconds before interrupting me, ‘Don’t mistake me Chithra, I didn’t earn all this working for our company. This is the wealth from generations.’ He laughed as he climbed the stairs to the floor above urging me to follow’ I looked around as I climbed up and he took me straight to the kitchen. ‘Help yourself with whatever you find. During weekdays there is a cook to make food for me, but during the weekends I normally ask her to take off.’ I found the glasses neatly arranged and opened the fridge to find fruit juices lined up. ‘Orange juice?’ I asked him. ‘yep sure, help yourself. I will set the home theatre meanwhile’ he stepped into the next room.  

 When I stepped in with 2 glasses of grape juice into the room next to the kitchen I was stunned by the ambiance. It was like stepping into a theatre quite literally. The wall facing the entrance has been completely converted to viewing screen with a very large comfortable couch facing the screen and a table in front and several speakers placed strategically. The light was still on when I entered the room.  I noticed a small liquor cabinet adjacent to the couch. ‘Raman sir, what is this? Outside you look like God-reincarnated and here you have things that god will never approve of?’  I asked the question with a mix of anger and surprise, anger and my opinion of him was sliding down-hill at that moment. At this day and age, one in every 4^th person is probably a social drinker, but not god. The way he looked and carried himself all these days, I simply didn’t expect it. Even the exquisitely decorated pooja room opposite to kitchen that I saw as I was coming in, only confirmed what I was thinking about him so long. But now, what am I seeing. The Shricharan and Shiva’s regal together simply didn’t make sense in my head. This is like seeing Pope holding an AK47. Coming closer and pointing to the cabinet, he said ‘Oh Chithra, this whole thing would never have been there had you visited me 9 years ago when my wife was still alive. I didn’t take it very well after she  had passed away in a car accident. First few months I had shut myself out completely and was doing all kind of crazy things to forget myself. God wasn’t giving me the peace of mind I wanted, by then. Later, much later, I recovered but as I had mellowed down, this habit alone stayed behind. I know it’s not outright healthy and goes against how I look and dress, but I couldn’t care less.  I wish I can make you understand it better, but its quite difficult, really.’ He said that in a gentle voice and a sad face that pushed me to the brink of tears. Too bad I didn’t know anything about his background before coming here and I felt terrible finding it out like this. We spoke about so many things in the past month and half but not this topic due to the obvious sensitivity.  The softness I had at the corner of my heart for him has now swept across the floor. The next drilling question in my head was to find out why then he didn’t remarry, obviously well-off and all, but I decided to put that question off for now and ask again in a right moment.

    ‘Sit down Chithra I will be back’ He came back swiftly with some snacks and the big bottle of orange juice for re-fills, if needed. I noticed he got changed into dhoti in which he looked even more majestic in my opinion. The white polo T and white dhoti was a fantastic combination I decided when he placed a box of snacks on the table in front of us and sat next to me picking the remotes. So, any favourites? I thought you might like to start with ‘Nerukku-Ner.  ‘Sure’ I nodded enthusiastically, and partly relieved to have had the topic changed. Nerukku-Ner was the debut from Surya, so it’s a bit special for me that way. Soon he turned the lights off and we were comfortably seated and the movie began. I’d have to admit, the effects in the room was as good as the theatre, if not better. As the movie was starting, he explained that the whole system was imported from Europe. He picked up the nearest bottle on the cabinet saying, ‘Vodka marries well with orange juice’. As the movie began we stopped talking and started watching. As the movie progressed and our glasses were half empty, he refilled the glasses with the orange juice and topped up his glass with vodka as I watched. Completely absorbed in the movie, at that point, what I failed to notice was that when he placed the glasses he switched them (by mistake!) As he nervously side-glanced me, take the first few sips, I drank what I thought was orange juice but with a healthy shot of vodka in it. It tasted pretty much like orange juice with a tinge of an after taste but I was too involved in the movie to make a big fuss about it at that point. Soon I started feeling somewhat light headed and relaxed.

During a song, he moved forward to fetch his untouched drink gulped a big swig and took both the glasses for a refill. He did the same trick again, but this time it was much easier for him, as I was sufficiently distracted wondering why I am feeling a buzz inside my head. I told him about it and he joked back that it must have been due to looking at Surya after a while. I smiled back and continued to watch the movie and sipping the second glass he refilled. After finishing about a third of it, this time the taste definitely felt different and my head became heavy too.   

   As if on cue, pausing the movie, just about the same time Raman sir said in a shrill shocked tone, ‘Oh No. Chithra, you’ve been drinking off my glass all this while, I didn’t notice it too’ ‘Oh.’ Was all I could manage as I stared at him totally confused.

 ‘you’re about to ask how it happened?’ he said and I nodded vaguely.

‘I must have somehow picked up your glass by mistake. You poor thing would have picked up the remaining one. My apologies. I was wondering too, why there was no effect.’  We both smiled . ‘yes, the effect is all here’ I added as the shock wore off giving away to incredulity and then to a feeling of resignation after a few long minutes of staring at the ceiling, I came to a logical conclusion that what’s  done is done and I of all people consumed alcohol in the most unlikely of scenarios.

 

  Seeing my confused face calm down a bit he asked, ‘so, Did you like it then?’  I just smiled as saying a no would be a lie. I felt fairly dizzy, but quite alright otherwise and infact, quite liked the sensation, but there is no way I am going to admit it to him. He said, ‘you can continue to finish what’s remaining in your glass if you want. Up to you.’ And he turned the movie on.  We were back at the thrilling scene and we both began watching.’ The right surrounding, the right kind of entertainment and the right sort of company must have prompted me to shed my guard down, as I found myself picking up the unfinished glass now with the knowledge that there is alcohol in it and I continued to sip it. Now, knowing what’s in it, it tasted so differently for some reason and the effect was more perceptive now, for some reason. What started as a buzz now formed a thick cloud around my head and a bit later my eye lids felt heavy and I couldn’t keep my head straight already and leaned back and rested my head back on the couch slanting, cursing myself for finishing the rest of the glass. It felt nice before that, but now it feels nasty.  That sensation was nothing like I’ve experienced before and I felt my head was floating aloft somewhere close to the ceiling. In order to see the hit-song from the movie properly, I tried to open my eyes as widely as possible but was no good as I could see the big screen in front of me sideways. ‘Are you alright Chithra’ I heard Raman’s voice as he came closer to me in the couch, humming the song along. ‘Don’t tilt your head too much, you’ll be dizzy then’ he leaned closer to me and said that gently. I tried a proper reply but managed a ‘mmm’ and next instance, I felt my head resting on his shoulder. I watched the song where simran and surya were walking and running non-stop. Just watching them run made my head spin and I closed my eyes resting my head and left cheek on his bulky, soft shoulder. I could feel the faint smell of his perfume. He moved his right hand around my neck as I felt my loosely tied hair pressed against his hand. My face was on his T-shirt sleeves as I felt my lips brushing against the tip of his polo T, as I felt his right hand caress my back gently. ‘I am not caving in’ I decided in my mind.  Deciding was one thing, but I was wondering how I am going to shout even, leave alone put up a fight , if need be – as I felt his right hand holding my shoulder drop down and rest on my hip over my saree hugging me closer- sandwiching my left and his right thighs together.

Alarm bells and sirens began ringing so loud in my head both of us sat cuddled like lovers while the movie’s climax was on-going.

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‘mm…nnnaaao’ was all I could manage when in reality I wanted to scream get your hands off me right now!!’ Raman smiled an whispered ‘you’ll be OK soon Chithra’ while the fingers of his right hand crawled over my soft tummy to gently grab the pallu at my waist and pulled it to my right, baring my tummy. At the same time I felt his breath on my forehead and the bridge of my nose. Even as I was thinking of asking him to move away, his lips softly grabbed my nose and he slid his lips along my nose. It was so wonderful a sensation, one that I am sure to remember for life, despite being dizzy a bit.  Gripping my hips with both hands, he seamlessly switched his lips from my nose to my left earlobe, a more conventional hosting ground for foreplay. To my own surprise I moved my face allowing him access to my face and neck nicely, feeling his warm breath down my neck. Both his hands were on my hip now, his right hand around me in a cuddle was playing with the fold at the waist while the left was poking and fingering my navel.  As every cell in my body became alert and responded to his touch, I realised that I became ‘completely active’ from being drunk a few moments ago. As if spellbound,  I opened eyes wide enough to notice very clearly his right hand pulling my pallu off my shoulder completely, but I did nothing to stop him, though I wanted to scream a ‘no, don’t’. As we were sitting so closely together, my right hand was resting on the couch’s armrest and my left hand, now squarely on his thigh, over the soft material of his dho.. wait a minute, its not his dhoti, I opened my eyes again to look where my hand is and his dhoti has moved away and I was resting my hand on my upper thigh. There it was, Just above my hand, unmistakable. His monster of an erection was straining to pop out of his rather tight brief and I can see the outline of the bulge very VERY clearly. I kept staring at it breathing aloud, as he was busily licking my earlobes and fingering my navel. ‘I so wanted to do this to your navel – ever since you showed me your ‘treasure well’ at the office – you know.’ He whispered and looking at where I am staring he smiled again, ‘like what you see? Why don’t you feel it.’ He gripped hand and he placed it on his magnificent erection. By now, fully alert, I was shell shocked by what’s happening. My hand is on the stiff tool belonging to someone other than my husband! My fingers felt the mild movements of his scrotum over the soft material of his dark blue jocks. I had a choice to pull my hand off him, but for some reason I just couldn’t.

 Even as I was contemplating on what to do with my hand his tongue was busily exploring my left ear in a level of detail that made sure that my attention was totally focussed there. I was succumbing to the subtle ticklish sensation as his tongue swivelled around my ear. His hands climbed up from my tummy to caress my bare upper midriff and reached the base of my favourite velvet elastic blouse. As his nose nudged my left cheek and his tongue continued to play with my ear, his fingers probed the base of my blouse. His fingers slipped inside the blouse quite easily since it’s elastic with no hooks.  Soon, I felt his finger nails brush against my naked boobs and also the inner lining of the cotton cup under the blouse. My brain screamed a HELLLOO!!!! inside my head.  I decided to protest  before it goes too far and just as I started off with a ‘Raman sir’ in protest, his fingers pushed the cups of the blouse up from below in one smooth motion, exposing my braless tits completely.  My protest that started off with a ‘Raman sir’ ended up in a shrilly ‘please stop’. Surprised he whispered in my ears ‘No bra?’ I bit my lips in embarrassment. My face instead of showing anger, showed only an awkward shame and I tightly shut my eyes the moment my tits popped out.

In a feeble attempt to stop him, my right hand grabbed his which is around me now, holding the right cup of the blouse, while my left hand which was resting on his VIP briefs, gave his balls a good squeeze, making him yelp just as I as was squealing for him to stop. I felt myself pressing my thighs together tightly as I lay on the couch stretched. While his right hand is held by mine just below my right breast to stop further advances at least for now, his left hand cupped the soft flesh of my naked breast and he gave it a nice squeeze holding it just below the nipple. I jerked in response and squeezed his balls over his briefs as the back of my wrist was pressing firmly against the base of his erection. The popped out cups of my elastic blouse was pressing against my skin pushing my tits down even more, making the whole thing look quite erotic. Surya was fighting the villains meaninglessly in the screen opposite.

Letting out a slight grunt, he squeezed my left boob again and as he expected I squeezed his balls and pressed my fingers on his scrotum to feel his balls moving under my fingers. Seeing a smile erupt my face, ‘ohh..hoo..hoo.. naughty’ he said chuckling. He released his left hand from my boobs and grabbed my left hand and raised it all the way above my head, while at the same time his right hand pushed my whole body forward from the couch. As I came forward I felt his right hand shook my grip over his and instead grabbed mine and pulled it over my head to meet my other hand. Grabbing both my hands with his one hand, ‘Naughty Chithra.’, he said, chuckling,  He used his free hand to pull the elastic blouse easily over my head and I opened my eyes a peek to find that I am sitting topless while the lights are still on. Overcome by shame again, I tried to wrestle free from him, only to be pushed back on the couch again.  I felt his hands pull the blouse off my hands gently, all the way out. ‘Nice blouse Chithra.It’s a pleasure to remove it’ he said with a big smile while my face burnt in shame. ‘Of course it is not as nice as the pair that it was covering up so long’ and he poked my left nipple gently. I quickly covered my naked tits with my hands and squealed. He was laughing loudly as he threw the blouse to a corner of the room and we both could see that it fell on top of the bulky book cup- board in the room. ‘You are not going to get it back anytime soon now’ saying, he smiled at me and placed his hands on my naked shoulder. Half of me wanted him to take me right there so badly while the other half was screaming to stop him right there and slap him hard and run away. Torn in a mental turmoil, my pleas and protests were half-hearted.   ‘ No Raman sir, no. this is not proper’ I opened my eyes and pleaded him in a whisper as his hands now leisurely caressed all the way from my shoulders to my wrist and as he reached the wrists of my hand he poked and caressed my  tits, what’s exposed at the gaps of my covered hands. I was so worked up by his caresses that I could feel under my palm, my nipples very, VERY erect and I am so totally wet between my legs. Not heading one bit to me, he turned me towards him and as I sat facing him he slipped his hand from my shoulders underneath to my armpits and started digging and poking me there. I shrieked and giggled and clenched my hands tightly trapping the fingers of his right hand. He laughed along with me as I laughed and squealed a ‘Nooo’  at the same time his left hand started poking my hip. As he continued to poke me around, I jerked and squealed and finally dropped my hands from my tits to grab his hand and amidst giggles muttered a  ‘Sto..oop it Raman sir please’ as my hands reached his he instantly grabbed them again and lifted them over my head and my back arched forward as I sat jutting my tits right up his face. His eyes darted from one to another as he whispered, ‘you’ve got the perfect pair in the world chithra’, and still holding my hand he moved forward and planted his lips on my right tit. I let out a sigh as his tongue started flicking the nipple. His hand was still holding mine, but feeling the resistance wane, he loosened his grip and continued to lick my nipple while his other hand caressed my other tit gently. Slowly the hand that was holding my tits dropped down and rested on my armpit and feeling the smooth skin he stopped licking my nipples and whispered ‘nice’ as his fingers felt my shaved pit. I smiled eyes shut, enjoying his petting now, having given my fight up, even before I started.  He gently pulled my mangalsutra out of the way from the valley in between my tits before he buried his face there.

My hands grabbed his hair as he buried his face between my tits licking the middle while his hands tweaked my erect nipples like increasing and decreasing the volume of radio.

‘ufffff…. ‘ I heard myself moan as I arched my back forward to allow him better access and my hands gripped his head tighter just in case if he decides to stop it and move away!

Soon , he did a very good job of painting my tits with the red shircharan due to all his naughty acts, as we both noticed when he lifted his head up briefly. His smeared forehead brought a smile on my face as he continued to suck and squeeze my tits. Seated with my thighs pressed together with his body over my, with every rub and a move, I could feel my aroused clit getting rubbed in all the right away and I am fast approaching a quick one. Just then, at the back of my head I heard that familiar noise, the ringing of my cell.

I could hear the muted rung from within my hand bag , a very familiar sound. Amidst gasps I said, ‘My phone Raman sir.’ He just ‘sssh’d me and pushed me back and continued to do what he was doing. The ringing soon stopped after a few seconds and I decided to ignore it too. In a minute, just when I was getting back to continue the erotic thoughts in my mind, that aid my ‘release’ the sound again. That sound again. I heard THAT sound again. I imagined a grubby pair of hands forcibly pulling me away from my beautiful fantasy land.  The muted ring sound of the cell phone sounded so loudly like a huge church bell chiming. Yes, it continued to ring.

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Unable to ignore it any longer, I shifted my upper body to grab the small red handbag to pull out my ringing phone. Visibly frustrated, Raman picked up the remote to mute. I sat bolted upright as I saw the overseas number appear on the phone, wondering why Ravi is calling me at this hour.  I nearly yelled into the mouthpiece a ‘Hello’ as Raman slipped from the couch and squatted in front of me resting his elbows on my thighs, his fingers resting on my saree’s waistline. Ravi sounded a bit sleepy and enquired what I am doing. I instantly changed topic asking why he is not in bed yet, buying time to think, to lie.  He said, ‘It’s Saturday night here. So I went for a movie with my friends here’ and started telling me all bout it. While listening to him, I was thinking furiously how to excuse myself and tell him that I’d call him later, without looking suspicious. But, Raman sir, didn’t make it any easier as he too found out that it was Ravi on the phone and smiling at me he started fingering my navel. Terrified, I shook my head wildly and grabbed  his hand to stop him. His smile grew bigger as he drew his hand away from my hip. A bit relieved, listening to Ravi’d version of how FBI guy did a fantastic job in the movie he saw, I quickly pulled my pallu back over my naked tits to cover them up. Just then Raman, sitting in front of me on the floor, lifted my legs and placed them on his shoulders, and locked his hands on my legs, sort of like pinning them on to his shoulder. It was happening too quickly. Talking to Ravi, adjusting the saree and keeping track of Raman, doing all at the same time, was a bit overwhelming. Just as I was faking a laugh at a joke apparently, from Ravi, I felt the bottom of my saree pushed all the way up to my knee and Raman’s hands started slipping under the saree. I just got the idea of what’s running in his head and as I watched in horror, his hands crept under my saree and petticoat and rested on my bare thighs. Sitting in that position with my thighs parted I could feel his fingers caressing the smooth skin of my inner thighs as he let them sprawl all over my thighs.  I pleaded him with my eyes while I continued to engage Ravi in the conversation, desperately wondering how to end the call. Struggling to breathe normally, I shifted left and right to try and deter Raman, but nothing stopped him, as I felt both his hands moved up now and started brushing my panties!

  ‘Don’t’ I shrieked as Raman’s hands gripped the waist band of my panties. Ravi asked ‘Are you alright Chithra’, I sighed and replied. ‘Ravi, I meant don’t stop now. I couldn’t hear you there for a second, I thought I lost you’. As I was spinning my yarn to get out of trouble I felt Raman’s strong pair of hands pulling my panties down from under the saree. I nodded my head vigorously, begging him with my eyes to stop. I held my free hand on my pelvic area over my saree to try and stop him, but it wasn’t of much use. With my legs on his shoulders still, he eased a hand under my thighs and the couch being cushiony, he pressed his hand on the couch to easily get under my butt cheek to get hold of the panties from behind and in one quick and easy pull, he pulled my panties down to my knees smiling. His mischievous eyes glinted as he slowly pulled my very wet panties rest of the way out. He dangled it in front of my face enjoying my awkwardness. He threw it away on the same corner where my blouse lay, out of my reach and released his grip on my legs. I quickly pulled away from him and rolled over and lay on my tummy along the length of the couch, still nodding to Ravi. He was enthusiastically telling me what he ate outside that evening and about his plans for sunday. It’s not like I have never snubbed him or disconnected his phone line in the middle, before. This time, due to the circumstances that I am in, I found it really impossible to invent even a simple white lie – like I need to use the toilet or someone is at the door or something. I found myself glued to the phone, hearing Ravi’s voice. Does a part of me want to hear Ravi’s voice while Mr.Iyengar is having quite some fun with me?  Is my mind secretly longing for a cheap thrill like this?  

  Just to fuel the fire, Ravi was saying things like, ‘I miss you dear’, and started being appreciative of the attractive girls in the neighbourhood of the company accommodation he is staying in. I responded too saying how much I miss him in a horny voice. Usually I would have yelled at the top of my voice if he spoke about other women to me. So he does that time and again on purpose to irritate me. He was intrigued by my response as well and asked me what happened? I responded with a ‘I so miss you Ravi right now’ with a touch of truth and a lot of betrayal in my voice, as I felt Raman grabbing my legs sitting at the other side of the couch. ‘wish you’re here right now Ravi’, I said as Raman spread my legs wider and rested his hands on the back of my thighs over my petticoat and saree and let it roam around all the way up my smooth buttocks. ‘mmm… when are you coming back? Get back here soon… I miss you’ I added in an erotic tone, just as Raman pushed the saree and petticoat all the way up my thigh, just below my butt cheeks. ‘what are you doing?’ asked Ravi as I tried in vain to brush off Raman’s naughty hands which where were hungrily trying to pull my dress rest of the way up. I am so horny at that moment, but that didn’t mean I would willingly want to parade my bare butt cheeks for Raman in day light. Even Ravi doesn’t get that honour usually, but Raman seems to be a different kind of a guy altogether. ‘am just laying in the bed and thinking of you Ravi’ I said as Raman managed to lift the saree and petticoat all the way up, to my hip.  I felt my own hand brush my naked butt cheeks as I tried yet again to pull my dress down. That made me cringe in shame leaky wet at the same time as Raman was enjoying the sight of me giving up on trying to release the dress from his grip and the desperate attempt to cover my butt crevice with my hand. My face was hiding nothing, the state of horny feelings mixed with total embarrassment was all to apparent in it. I was not even able to scream loudly to vent my feelings as I continued to ‘heat-up’ Ravi.

  While my hand still was trying to cover up the crevice, stupidly, Raman bent forward and planted a kiss on each of the butt cheek, making me clench them in response! He still didn’t so much as lay his fingers in my private area, which only increased my anticipation. Between my slightly parted thighs my super-moist pussy was glistening, but it will have to wait for its turn. Getting into the groove, Ravi asked me, ‘what are you wearing now’. I smiled at the question, as at the same time Raman’s hand crept under me to pull the saree pleats quickly out of the petticoat. Most of it had already come loose anyway, so it was just a quick pull and he easily slided off the saree from my hip in seconds. As the pallu section of the saree got trapped in between my tits which were pressed against the couch, I made a last ditch effort to delay the inevitable a few more seconds by trying to hug it under my arm pit, while I answered Ravi’s question in a seductive voice, ‘Not much Ravi’ he beacame naturally very interested, ‘tell me what are you wearing’.  Just then Raman enjoying my playful resistance, holding my saree in one hand he placed his other hand on my waist and turned me over. As the petticoat had already ridden above my butt, as I turned, my pussy was exposed in all its glory. Red faced, reflexively I moved my hand to pull the petti down. As I did that, Raman easily pulled the rest of the saree off me, bunching it, threw it away from the couch. ‘Tell me’ I heard Ravi, again. Looking at Raman I whispered back to him, ‘Just removed the Saree, am just in my petticoat and nothing else. I am so hot here’ It reminded me of Mahabharatha where Bhishma announces ‘Ashwathama hatha kunjaraha’ and Krishna blows the conch loudly when kunjaraha was muttered  so that  Dronacharya couldn’t hear that bit. Its not telling lies, but simply distorting the truth.  While its true that my saree got removed just now and am feeling so hot, I didn’t want to add additional info that its being removed cunningly and someone unknown to him was having the time of his life stripping his beautiful wife while he was on the phone just then, getting all excited about it!!.

‘What? Not even panties?’ he asked. I am so turned on now, looking right into Raman’s  eyes I answered. ‘yes my panties is gone as well, It must be in a corner somewhere now’, exchanged glances with Raman as he smiled at me. His gaze dropped from my face down to my naked tits. Smiling shyly, I crossed my free hand over to cover them up. ‘Sssss, wish I am there, miss you dee… are you going to take the petticoat off now?’ I heard him breathe a bit louder over the phone. Despite having enjoyed me a countless times before, this new kind of build-up must have turned him on.

Raman didn’t hear the question (or so I think) but on a cue, his fingers undid the petticoat knot loosening it and just as it started to depart from my hip I  realised that it’s the last piece of clothing still attached to my body and I dropped my free hand and held on to its end.  ‘yes, its being removed now’ I answered Ravi as Raman took his time to open my fingers one by one, holding on to the petticoat. ‘Done?’ asked Ravi. ‘Not yet, just undid the drawstring’ I responded back into the receiver in a whisper, while I sat up and nodded a pleading no to Raman as somehow I felt, loosing all my clothes to him would evaporate  my last defences, if any left in me.  Besides, I felt too ashamed to be butt naked while he hasn’t shed one bit of his clothes, after all I have known him only just over a month. ‘Come on Chithra, drop it now’, Ravi gave a mock command. As I was sitting up now, my tits much closer to Raman, he gave my right tit a good squeeze. Distracted, I  left my hand from the petticoat to push his hand squeezing my breast. With a mischievous glint intact, with the one free hand he lifted both my legs up in the air, to raise my butt cheeks off the couch and pulled the petticoat down to my knees and dropping me down, he pulled it all the way out with a silent chuckle and threw it away in a corner. Resigned, I released my grip on his hand that was on my breast, answered Ravi ‘Its gone as well, I might have a bit of fun now, before I go take a shower.’ I don’t know why I said that, but it felt like that was the right thing to do. Even more so, admitting to him indirectly gave me added thrill, as I was discovering that instance. Raman admired my clean shaven pussy and he attempted stroke me there, but I quickly crossed my thighs to stop him.

 ‘Wow, go on. You’ve been transformed in the past 2 weeks. I can’t wait to see you next week. Go on, tell what you’re upto. Make me happy too’ he said. Raman stood up and walked by my side, taking his time to look at my naked body from head to toe. Sitting closer, he ran his fingers all over me as I kept pushing his fingers off me shyly while telling Ravi that I’ve been touching myself all over looking at the mirror. ‘whooaa,… he exclaimed in obvious excitement which turned into frustration quite understandably’ In a weird way, at that instance, I imagined, how it would be if Ravi was here as well, along with Raman in person. Even the very thought of it drive me wild. Just then Raman, pulled off his Polo T, and I got to see his upper torso. The thick white holy thread was dangling close to me as he leaned closer to me to plant a kiss on my forehead. I closed my eyes to enjoy the sensation and when I opened my eyes back he was standing again, and was pulling his dhoti off. He came close to me again and cupped my tits. ‘Holding my tits now and playing with my nipples now, thinking of you… ’ I gave a status report to Ravi while I used my freehand to pull the blue jocks from Raman sir to free up the struggling soldier. Man, I wasn’t disappointed. Soon Raman shook his hips to put a little show of a dance to get rid off the jocks off his body, as I pulled it down. He kicked off his jocks and moved to the corner of the couch and bent down to adjust a lever and pushed the couch, and it doubled back into a proper bed. Smiling he climbed on the bed as I told Ravi,  ‘Now I’m lying down in the bed’ Raman continued where he left, diligently as he played with my nipples. My right hand brushed on his stiff member as he sat close to me and my fingers wasted no time, encircling it, just as a creeper vine would, on a supporting stalk. It felt good, I admit, to hold his throbbing tool.  Warm, yet stiff and erect, almost brushing his lower abdomen. I ran my fingers along his balls , gently pressing and cupping them  when he latched on to one of my nipples and started sucking on it nicely while the other one got tweaked at the same time. Breathing loudly I spoke over the phone, ‘Playing with my tits and nipples Ravi, thinking what you did to me, before marriage at the beach, remember?’  Ravi used to do all sorts of mischief in public when we went used to visit the lovers area, a secluded section designated for lovers and newly weds in chennai, just before our marriage, before moving to Hyderabad. ‘Yep, golden days’ sighed ravi, also breathing heavily now. Obviously helping himself up. ‘what are you doing now Ravi?’ I asked. ‘Oh I am lying in the bed, naked now stroking myself up dear.’ Ssss , I moaned,  hearing that. Suddenly, a wave of guilty pleasure swept me across, as Raman squeezed my pussy lips with his free hand. ‘ Go on stroke it for me, back and forth’ I told him in a low voice, not believing my own ears that I am talking such trash. While at the same time, my hand was doing the same thing to Raman’s tool. He gasped silently as he let hi index and middle fingers inside my slippery wet pussy, while his thumb explored the head, the clit area. His thumb nail sort of pressed on it and rubbed gently, while his 2 fingers slipped in as far as he could let it slip in one quick motion, making me jerk and arch my hip in response. Hearing me moan and breath loudly Ravi was breathing loudly muttering sweet nothings, recalling how he breached my salwar and panties to gain access to my pussy. For his benefit, I added a few more naughty things he did to me there, which made Raman hotter, as he continued to finger me faster hearing my accounts at the beach. This is supposed to be our very private conversation but somehow  having a filthy audience in the form of Raman, drove me mad mad wild. He was absolutely loving it too! he moved his other hand from my breast and brought it behind to cup my buttocks and started kneading the flesh when I was telling Ravi, how I loved it when he squeezed my backside in the bus. What was happening at that moment there in the room, to me was like fantasy turning into reality and a lot more.

 The whole setting, getting to play with Raman’s erection, and prolonged immense foreplay and to top it off sharing horny experiences with Ravi on the phone in parallel, it all kind of tipped me over and I felt that I am approaching a very strong climax after mere couple of minutes of fingering from Raman. From my tone and my lack of response and my build up in breathing, Ravi made out that I am about to cum,’ he was literally shrieking’ ‘ Come on Chithra … uh.. yes’  while he himself was stroking furiously. I clenched my thighs as I lifted my bum in the air and rocked my hip in a sort of gyration as Raman moved his fingers back and forth. He looked at me amazed as I held his tool a bit too tightly and closed my eyes. He had a bit of difficulty in moving his hand freely as I had clenched my thighs so tightly together, but nevertheless he didn’t stop  moving his fingers inside me and his thumb was rubbing my clit non stop. Within a few more seconds I felt my whole body go rigid and I screamed loudly clutching the phone so hard that it could have cracked. Bursts of short spasms followed after the first prolonged one, and it was a bit special as it’s the first one after nearly 3 weeks and in altogether different situations. After what seemed like an eternity, the giant waves of pleasure rippling through my body subsided slowly and eventually died down as I lay there limp still holding Raman’s hand tightly.  After several seconds of  rapid breathing on the other end, there was a series of quick groans,  building up in frequency and volume, typical  sign of Ravi about to get off.. A loud wail at the other end and a few more whimpers later a satisfied sigh that brought a smile on my face. As the phone was not too close to my ears, Raman was able to hear the climax performance of Ravi’s orchestra as well.  He showed a thumbs up and smiled. I told ravi that was nice and small talked for a couple of more minutes and then excused him saying, ‘Ok Ravi, I’ll call you later, I need to take a shower. You take rest too’ and planting a kiss over the phone I disconnected the line and threw the phone away exasperated, but smiling.

Just after I had cut the phone, Raman laughed loudly and punched on me. ‘wow that was quite a performance that you had put on. He was sitting on me and over my tits I could see his erection. He played with my tits as he spoke and the three fingers of his right hand was wet and glistening. Soon his tool made its way in the valley between my tits and his hands pressed my tits together squeezing his shaft in the middle. He pulled my hands and replaced his with mine and indicated me to hold my tits together in that position. Ravi has never done this and I was curious to know whats going on. Next thing, he started moving his tool back and forth just like he would, inside my pussy. Man, this feels great, I thought as I held my tits together watching his tool dart in and out from the middle. His hands were playing with my nipple and pussy, one in front and one behind. Few strokes later, he seemed, somewhat unhappy, pulled out of the position. ‘Not smooth’ he muttered and moved closer to my face still kneeling over me. Before I could comprehend, his monster of a tool dangled in front of my lips, rubbing and it was almost like it was knocking a door asking permission for the door to open.

Its not like I am stranger to that thing in my mouth. I have taken Ravi’s a few times before, but not a big fan of it. But on this occasion, impulsively, I parted my lips open just a wee bit , and he thrust it in instantly. My teeth were blocking the path and his tool almost brushed my teeth like a tooth paste. Next instance I opened the mouth wider allowing access and he let his tool hit the back of my throat instantly. ‘Very good  Chithra’ he complimented. I got up , resting on my elbows moved my mouth back and forth with what little experience I had of doing it. My eyes bulged wide in shock at the size of the thing in my mouth as this is much bigger than what I had handled before. My tongue lapped along the underside of the tool. Seeing my relative inexperience, he gyrated in and out rather than expecting me to do it and soon I got the hang of it and played along. When he took his tool out after a bit, I teased him by swirling my tongue at the tip of his shaft. He groaned aloud appreciatively as I continued to flick my tongue at the tip, while playing with his balls. After a few moments, he held my shoulders and sat on top again and resumed the earlier position making me hold my tits again. Now all slippery and wet with my saliva his thick tool slipped in and out smoothly. As I watch it fascinated, it darted back and forth, in and out , in and out , as he kept his hands on his hips and gyrated faster and faster, and soon I could see his whole body shake and shiver, and as he continued to shake back and forth, his thigh muscles visibly tightened and I watched him ejaculate all over on my milky white tits. I squeezed my tits tighter and every time his slippery rod popped out of the valley between my tits, it spitted more of the white substance over and over.  After what seemed to be a dozen or so such spurts, he sighed and sat on my tummy briefly before rolling over to my side.

I lay there still, with his cum all over my tits, staring at the ceiling, mind fluttering with guilt, exhaustion and ecstasy all at the same time. Few seconds later his hand touched mine, ‘Wow, that was great Chithra, here.’  he handed over his dhoti from the floor.  ‘Here clean up, for now’  I took it from him silently and wiped my tits. We both lay there on the bed like that, watched the home theatre screen playing in mute. It has switched to playing the songs from the DVD after the movie and we watched a whole song with out sound and without talking to each other. During which time, Raman’s hand held my waist and he gently caressed and stroked me.

After a full song had finished, he go up and ushered me also to get up. ‘ Come lets take a shower like you told Ravi.’ ‘What? Like this? Together?’ I’ll take a shower on my own’. I responded, realising that I am still naked and not even under the covers. He had gotten up by then already and pulled me by my hand forcing me to get up. ‘Ok, Ok Raman sir, I am coming’ He held his hands on my waist and propelled me forward. I tentatively looked around for open windows or anyone else in the house as we both walked with nothing on, in the huge house along the corridor to the master bathroom. Walking ‘freely’ was not as bad as I thought as I had shed my inhibitions now. Once in the immaculate bathroom, we walked up to the shower and we both stood under it. As the jet of hot water in just the right temperature and right pressure caressed my body, I felt I was in heaven and instantly leaned back to rest my body on his. He held my shoulders briefly as the water hit my face and I closed my eyes. He let his hand travel down and adjust my mangalsutra to the right position and cupped my boobs. I felt his now limp tool brush against my butt crevice. I enjoyed the whole shower thing together and soon he applied the shower gel on my tits and gently started massaging me all over. I returned the favour by turning to face him and applied the soap back on him, giving a special attention to his resting soldier, in the process waking him up again. By the time I was cupping his butt cheeks nicely, in the pretext of applying soap, his tool was back in attention. His fingers were also generously slipping along my crevice and they reached for my pussy from behind as he pressed and played there during each stroke.

He made me turn back again and instead of the fingers, slided his now stiff cock along my slippery butt crevice  back and forth while his hands busily played with my nipples. I leaned forward resting my arms on the wall in front of me. Soon, as his tool slided along my butt crevice every time, I found myself spreading my thighs wider and leaning forward more. ‘ You’re remarkable Chithra’ he hissed in my ear, as he dropped down a bit and when he popped back up  his tool had entered my pussy which has been in an ever wet state for the past few hours now. It had slipped inside easily as I groaned a ‘aaaargh’ he held my hips as he started humping me.  I leaned forward further, my face and hands almost pressed against the wall. One of his hands moved from my hip to my tits grabbing them and mauling them. With the other, he slapped my butt cheeks. The first hard slap he gave, I yelped ‘aaaaaaow’ He responded with a quick pinch of my nipple as he moved his dick in and out of me. As I screamed again, he slapped my back again. It was not really hurting, but then the slapping and pinching took me by surprise. Nevertheless, it turned me on too. His soapy hand went back to my crevice again and while he continued thrusting his tool in and out of my pussy, hitting the inner wall every stroke, his hand slipped into the crevice again and felt my anus. While about the same time, the other hand dropped down too, to rub and pinch the area where the inner lips join and just above, roughly getting the clit region right, triggering the right switches on. As his other hand reached my anus I tensed my butt cheeks and tried to shake my head to stiop it, but can’t do much as my face was pressed against the wall. I ended up moaning a ‘mmmnonooo’ as his index finger slipped in a bit. Surprisingly, it felt alright and not too bad as I feared. As I relaxed a bit he wiggled his finger lightly. It felt very weird but nice. He continued to stoke up my clit and behind and as he continued his in and out , in and out movements. His little voyager’s expedition has been a grand success today so far. As he  kept playing with my body non-stop while his monster of a tool filled me in, I couldn’t hold it for too long… after few minutes of the frenzied activity I felt the familiar feeling of ecstasy returning  again. This time I didn’t hold back and started to scream as he’d thrust me with his each stroke and moaned and gasped aloud at his every flick of his tricky fingers.

Soon the pleasure wave engulfed me all over again, and soon I’d cum again all over. I felt as though I had locked his tool inside me as I exploded from deep within. With my eyes closed while the explosion took place I pictured the finger in my anus wiggling furiously and somehow that added a colourful dimension to the whole feeling.

 Just as the pleasure wave was receding within me, I felt Raman’s thrusts pick up tempo and he was moving in and out , in and out faster and faster and faster, and he screamed an ‘aaaaaaah’ and just at the nick of the time he took his tool out of me slid along my buttocks and had cum all over my butt cheeks while I faithfully hung my butt out for him to finish his job! 

 He hugged my soapy sweaty body and we stood in that position as he turned the shower on. We stood hugging each other as we washed one another. I felt like my whole body rejuvenated. After taking a proper shower, we went back to the Home theatre room. Just as I started to look around for my dresses, he told me to relax and grabbing his dhoti he went to the kitchen to prepare coffees for the both of us. We enjoyed sipping the coffee and relaxed a bit.  Finally he got dressed and he gave me back my saree and petticoat.  ‘Come on Raman sir, what about the rest.?’ I asked him. Its getting late and its dark here already. So no one will notice, just this will do, he threw the shawl he gave me the first day. I am going to drop you home anyway, come on’ ‘They’re my souvenir to remind me of the cracking lady I spent the time with today.’ He patted my butt cheek slightly and I withdrew from him, before another session could start. 

    I got dressed in the costume he dictated, the saree, petticoat and the shawl and just as he promised, he took me home straight. No one saw me, but the thrill of travelinig in public with nothing else other than the shawl, despite only 2 kms of journey and despite being dark and despite no traffic on the road, was priceless. As I reached home, I waved good bye to him and crashed on the sofa locking the door, my head started to count on the events that took place that day. Parts of it I liked it very much. The trouble is, Ravi will be arriving in 3 days time and how am I going to handle things? I thought to myself and I was lost in thought about this as I fell asleep, dreaming what the next few days have in store for me.

 

 ... more to come... ofcourse.

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