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 4th 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 4th 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 4th 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 4th
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 3rd
and 4th 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 4th 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 3rd and the 4th
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 2nd
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 4th 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 5th
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.. ]