The Promotion - Chapter 15

 The Promotion

Chapter 15 

As I sat there in my nighty still, after the shower, staring at the phone, after I’d responded to Priya - It abruptly started ringing making me jump. It was my husband, who had called to ask me to get a calculator and Maths Tuition books for his neighbour’s son Ajay, who is in 10th standard now. I nodded happily, as myself was intending to get something for the boy. I’d known him ever since I got married, ever since Ajay was much younger. He has always been bubbly, chatty and affectionate around me, always eager to please me by telling tall tales about what happened in his school or some silly jokes to make me laugh! ‘Sure thing, I will get them for our Ajay!’ replied to my husband cheerfully. As before, he thanked me and abruptly excused himself to serve some new customer at the shop.

Gotten used to my husband’s social skills by now, I shrugged it off and stood up, got back into the bedroom, dumped the nighty and carefully draped myself into a gorgeous red-rose patten printed beige coloured light weight Chiffon saree! It was a gift from my in-laws. I was avoiding the saree before, as even though the floral patterns masked it well, the beige background was somewhat transparent to my liking really even though I loved its colour as it contrasted so well against my fair skin especially.

Today I was determined to wear it on feeling so good about myself after the afternoon session. I purposefully tied the saree a generous couple of inches below the navel as I tucked the pleats in the white petticoat, winking at myself in the mirror - feeling liberated as I saw my own bare midriff, whistling in a low voice!

As I combed my hair pressing it down properly applying generous amount of coconut coil, and while applying the oil and massaging my scalp thoroughly, my thoughts “inevitably” drifted down to how a different kind of Oil was so generously being applied by Priya’s naughty pair of hands compared to my own ‘boring’ hands and the very thought was enough to set me off again!!

As I wore the hair-clip to the freshly tied hair with both hands over my head and behind me, my eyes darted down at the pallu which gave way, exposing the deep Navel in its Full-glory. I stared at the view in the mirror, wondering how things have so drastically changed ALL IN UNDER A WEEK in my life!!! I suddenly became so bold! Willingly and even excitedly, wear the saree low-hip! Daring to venture out and about like this!! My goodness! whatever has happened to me?!!

I picked up the handbag and grabbed the light cardigan and carelessly shoved it around my shoulders and picked up my light travel bag and stepped out locking the house, pushing the sunglasses back on, I stepped down the stairs and called the Auto. The Look from the Auto driver said it ALL!!! He was nodding like a zombie when I gave him the destination and sat inside, his eyes hardly ever drifted back up to see my face. As I sat ,a part of me felt excited at the kind of attention I got, but I also felt , may be I am overdoing this! I shrugged that thought away and busied myself with other things as the Auto flew towards the mall and reached in no time at all. The Auto driver showed all 32 of his teeth and nodded at me as I paid him off.

As I entered the mall, I felt I blended in better as it was quite crowded and people were largely minding their business. I soon felt used to the ‘odd’ sensation and felt a little less self conscious. With still a few hours to kill, I roamed around the mall, subtly noticing the gawks and stares I regularly got as I moved from shop to shop, went up and down the escalator. A small part of me felt slutty, going around dressed like this - then I hurriedly corrected myself, that I am not doing anything indecent, everything is properly covered etc. to make myself better. Just to make my good-conscience rest east, I wore the cardigan over, but hadn’t buttoned it up.

Finally after killing time at the ice cream parlour and swiftly finishing the shopping for Ajay with still 3 more hours to kill, remembered the cozy Pub nearby, just outside the mall. Been there once before, on-duty, as the owner had called the police to settle some brawl that was getting out of hand. But liked the ambiance of the place by then. Felt like killing time today, so walked the half a kilometre swiftly and as I stepped in, my attire drew queer glances at first, but the lot were. too busy watching some IPL game going on and the noise was deafening. Weirdly it was just what i needed by then, to get lost amongst some crowd and yet not be part of it.

I ordered a glass of wine and completely ignored the IPL that was going on. The younger generation were enjoying the game at full flow making very loud noise cheering for some nonsense game which I absolutely had no interest in. Soon I switched my attention to my phone and ordered for another glass of wine as the first one slipped in quite quickly. One of the youngsters, watching the game slipped back to my couch with a bottle of Heineken and with a shock of hair unkempt and some ugly loose shirt and horribly dressed trousers which in his age group probably screamed as fashion statement of sorts.

He came and sat in the couch next to mine and said a casual ‘HAI Aunty’ (seeing the way I neatly combed my hair and dressed in saree etc..) Are you lost ? what are you doing here Aunty?’ I already began hating him. Completely ignoring him, I carried on doing what I was doing in my phone. ‘The name is Shane. What’s your name? It’s too noisy here babes! Can we go someplace else quieter?’ Surprised how quickly I graduated from Aunty to Babes I looked up at him putting my phone down. ‘Shane, I will not repeat this again. Just 2 words. FUCK OFF. ’ and as his eyes grew wider in a mix of fear and rage, using his confusion, I quickly grabbed his T shirt and pulled him closer. ‘If you want to spend the rest of tonight in a station cell, continue sitting here. If not, as quietly as you came here, slip away. You’re talking to a lady cop. A police inspector, get that?’ I said all that in a whisper and seeing his face turn from fear to anger to rage to UTTER FEAR as his thighs began to tremble all of a sudden even as he sat and his hot and holding that Heineken was shaking the bottle that the fizz came out of it.

One of his friends shouted from the TV corner where they’d all ganged up. ‘HEY Shane? what are you doing there? chasing skirts again?’ someone wolf whistled as the boys turned briefly between the overs in the game. I patted Shane’s cheek gently and whispered, ‘Now off you go rascal and allow me to enjoy my drink in my downtime. Don’t cause trouble and be gone’ as I said, just to prove that I am not bluffing, I dropped my hand from his chest to grab his hand and quickly twisted his index and pinkie finger with sudden unexpected force and satisfied to see him jump and yelp in the sofa ‘I am not bluffing, now be gone you rascal and think twice before you talk to another lady like you just did. Show some respect’ I said slowly releasing his hand and next second he vanished.

I sat there mulling over what just happened and feeling a rush of adrenalin, ordered another glass, to calm myself down and finishing it quickly, feeling the ‘nice buzz’ in my head, swiftly walked outside and if people were noticing me, I wasn’t noticing that back as I felt a lot less inhibited and was actually in the world of my own.

As I reached the Bus station, my overnight bus had already arrived at the platform. I got in and went to my seat. It was the driver side window seat and someone was sitting there already at the aisle seat. I quickly nodded at him as he smiled big at me and standing right next to him, I placed my travel bag on to the overhead cabin and standing on my tip-toes used my hands to push the bag back nicely. Both my thighs pressed against him and of course, the pallu moved aside during all this and my BIG DEEP NAVEL was INCHES away from his face for a good 30 top 40 seconds. In my inebriated state, I hardly paid attention to it ! As I was focussing on pushing the bag with both my hands on the overhead cabin, reaching over, my right breast was almost brushing his shoulder or head and his left hand that was on the aisle armrest was nicely brushing and he let his fingers slip in the saree pleats as he stared at my navel, to gently press them against my inner thighs as it was me who was pushing on to him and he was just being opportunistic. I muttered a quick ‘ Sorry sir’ as I finally pulled back, as I felt myself brushing on to him, not so much registering his fingers under the saree pleats a few seconds ago.

As I looked down to face him properly for the first time, when I said saree, he looked to be a dwarf baldy old chap of completely grey hair on the sides of his head and clean shaven otherwise with a big pot belly too and was wearing an off white shirt which was missing its top 2 buttons, his chest hair generously peeking out and a chequered blue Lungi to go with. A typical old villager that I see at my final destination when I get off. I nodded and as I moved inside to my seat, again, the back of my thighs rubbed against his knees and I said sorry but he grabbed my butt cheeks swiftly, wasting no time, over the saree! giving them a GOOD SQUEEZE with both his hands, he said with a gentle laughter, ‘No problem madam. please be careful. Just holding so you don’t fall back’. As I moved inside to my seat, he gently removed his hands off me. But as I sat in the seat and the buzz hit my head again as I closed my eyes, I relived what just happened. The old rascal has been molesting me!!! I sat there contemplating if I should ‘deal’ with it, then shrugged it off, saying to myself, the moment has passed.

As the Air Con was not turned on, it was getting a bit too hot with the cardigan and I took it off and put it around my shoulder as a shawl and rested my head on it. As I closed my eyes, the old guy tried some small talk. I didn’t even bother to tell him to shut up. I just stayed there like that with my eyes closed and he left me alone in a few minutes time. Soon the bus started moving and the AC came on too and along with it came on my mighty sleep too.

I flipped off, just like that, like a switch and the bus lights dimmed off first and except the night shade of dull blue lamp for some courtesy light along the aisle, the bus became pitch dark as it left he city outskirts and picked up speed. I began to doze off into a deep sleep too. The wine was having its intended effect and was making the bus journey a lot more bearable. I was making a mental note even within my sleep - to remember to do this routine before the next bus journey too.

I placed the cardigan over my face to shield off the High beam Lights onto my face and dozed off. Deep in my sleep, I was feeling the same sensations when Priya had earlier today very gently rubbed my oily navel and still asleep, I gently moaned behind the cardigan. As I was making a gentle, ‘Uffff...Ummm.. ummmpffff’ noises almost a whisper, still thinking that i was moaning in my dream, I completely failed to comprehend that it was more than the dream and my co-passenger the dwarf baldy had slipped his hand under the pallu and placed it LIGHTLY over my navel with his index finger very lightly was drawing circles very very very slowly. As the seat was fully reclined, he had an excellent access to slip his hand first on to my bare hip and push and slip gently bit by bit, taking care to confirm that I am still asleep and now his grubby fingers have found its destination while I am still ‘DREAMING’ of things !!

He was patient. He patiently enjoyed the way I moved my thighs and half way through his subtle caresses, how I brought my hands over my head, resting my face on to my left hand and moaned in short spurts, as his fingers began to apply JUST a bit more pressure as they began crowding around my navel. Still very inebriated and still deep in sleep I licked my lips and gulped, and clamped and unclamped my thighs together- appreciating how nice it felt all of a ‘sudden’.

As I sat on to his left, with his left hand slipped inside my pallu, he was taking care of his active junior with his right hand at the same time!! As he gradually slipped his index finger inside the rim of the navel, I gasped and came to senses, but didn’t shuffle around too much as I realized just then, its MORE THAN dream that is going on and as I sat that way, I slowly pulled the cardigan off my face enough to see through the bottom of it and the first sight that I saw was enough to shock me. I saw part of his grubby hand that has disappeared Under my pallu. I couldn’t see exactly what was going on!!!! only could FEEL It!!! It felt Weird, very weird, yet so sexciting!!

I decided to play his game and carried on pretending to sleep. He was in NO RUSH. His hand hadn’t moved position for almost 10 mins or so. He must have sensed me shuffle a bit earlier and probably froze, probably not. But the side effect of this was, I now got completely accustomed to his hand on me as he hadn’t moved his hand in a while. It was as if completely normal , he remained liked with his index finger inside my navel and the remaining crowded around. My moans and jitters too gradually stopped completely. But now I am wide awake - feeling every bit of his hand in my navel.

I sat there laying in wait, as if a sniper would, and my mind wandered again, about the sniper training course that Uncle told me about. Just then I felt movement and he slowly , very slowly poked me. His index finger gently pushed inside harder and one push, he stopped, looked at me carefully for my reaction. Seeing me jerk as he pushed, he stopped, worried. Then several moments later, tried again, seeing the same but more intense jitter and an accompanying splutter of a moan emerge from me - he seem satisfied and even excited that it became clear to him that I am enjoying it too.

Wasting no time, he dived in, pushing my pallu landing his clean shaven face right on to my navel and next thing I felt was his big rough tongue swirling inside my navel - it felt as if the tongue had slithered deep into my innards from the navel. Unable to sit still or pretend any longer, I sat up, gasping, holding his face , with a mix of real and faked confusion on my face, I pushed him off, my chest HEAVING. He didn’t say a word and gently, ‘Ssssh sssh’ and place his hands on my shoulders and pushed me back to recline again and slipped his hand back on to my tummy, not even fingering me but just placing it there he reclined in his seat too, Not even bothering to look in my direction and closed his eyes.

Not used to this kind of nonchalance and coolness I lay there on the seat quite unnerved and just out of reflex, I pushed his hand off me, quite gently. He didn’t react much. Placed it on his lap and was content to remain that way with his eyes closed. May be 10 to 15 mins had gone past and I lost interest and closed my eyes finally and there it was! Few seconds later, his hand lightly resting on my bare hip at the side. Not doing much, but this time it stayed there with his knowledge that he knows that I know that he is touching me now. He let it stay there for a while and seeing me push it off again, undeterred tried again, a light nudge at my bare hip and by now I had gotten used to his touches and just ignored it. Soon the light touch became a proper one and his hand gradually slipped under the pallu and rested on my tummy.

He just placed it there and lay there feeling content for a while and seeing that I am absolutely fine with it, after a long time - a good 30 minutes or so, he slowly, lazily began to finger me, and now with the cardigan off my face and on the lap, he can see my reactions and he INTENSELY studied my face as he gently began to torment my navel with his super light touches and thoroughly enjoyed my sharp gasps and heaving breath every time his finger nudged my navel and I didn’t even have to turn to see but I can sense a BIG WIDE SMILE on his face as if a 5 year old has been given his favourite toy in the world.

As I felt a surge of sensations rock through me back and forth, he slowly shifted forward again and this time more deliberately pushing my pallu aside and placed his face on my tummy and began licking it again. His moved were SO SLOW! as if watching a slow motion movie!! Even his tongue swirled within me very slowly, taking its time to push and rub into every corner of the rim of the navel before slipping in as he hard me gasp, while i held his bald head with both my hands, he stayed still like that for another whole minute or two motionless! It was freakishly odd, his moves and YET it was so weirdly ‘Other-worldly’ in terms of generating an INTENSE Sustained pleasure simmering from within me too. He was was a master of his little games as he placed his right hand on my upper thigh gently and his left hand silently pulled the arm rest up and slipped behind me, holding my bare hip slipping his hand around me, began Fondling my hip so SOFTLY and so GENTLY! I closed my eyes deeply and let out a sigh, thinking , ‘Fuccckk.. this guy sure knows what he is doing? Godddd.. this is....’ Just reminded of the song ‘KILLING ME SOFTLY’.... Ufff... and smiled at the parallels I am drawing.

The hand on my lap slowly bunched my saree up even as he lay on my tummy with his tongue FULLY PUSHED all the way in my navel and STILL - not swirling or moving - JUST STILL and as he gathered the saree along with my petticoat up to my knee level - again slowly inch by inch, he alternated his moves by soft squeezes of my hip with his other hand and sometimes running his finger nail gently along the love-handle and enjoyed thoroughly my micro Jerks and Jitters, in response. With such intense ministrations by him, any remnant effects of the wine were long gone and i sat there on high alert fully buzzing!

He started swirling his tongue again, around my navel, this time with some force and pace and as he sensed my shivers and stifled moans as I cupped my mouth with my own hans to not make noise, he slipped his hand inside the saree and petticoat bunched at my knees, to slip inside to access my bare thighs. As I closed my eyes and enjoyed to the core, the vibrant sensations all over me as he PROPERLY tongue fucked me, pinching my hip and mauling it at the same time, I felt his other hand begin to squeeze my bare inner thighs, as alarm bells begin to ring within me,

Forcing all my resolve, I pushed his face away quickly and pulled out his hand behind me and swiftly pulled and adjusted the saree. Completely unperturbed he even pulled out his hand on my thighs, voluntarily and sat looking away from me with his eyes closed but within seconds just lightly lay his left hand on my thigh over the saree and not doing much else just sat there with his eyes closed.

Just as I expected, leaving a BIG gap of another 45 minutes he slipped his hand and reaching forward , slowly pulled my saree and petticoat in one smooth movement to my knee level, and as I reached forward and Urgently slapped his hand off me and pushed the saree back down he smiled and sat back. He repeated the same move 4 more times in quick succession in 5 to 10 minutes gap and just as he anticipated, during each subsequent try, he noticed the intensity of my resistance was waning. He could sense that he is slowly wearing off my resistance and just as he thought, the fifth time, almost an hour after he began pulling the saree for the first time, as he reached forward and hiked it up to my knee level, I just sat there just lightly holding his hand. Not offering much resistance this time.

His approach to tame me seemed almost too GANDHIAN to me , a worst possible example to compare it with, but nevertheless!! It is so apt!!

With the saree up to my knees, still in absolutely no rush, he TURNED to sit, facing me, and with his left hand slipping again to my tummy, knowing this time I won’t resist much, confidently he started fingering my navel and looked at my face intensely and seeing me lay back on to the seat and closed my eyes , satisfied, he reached out with his other hand and started feeling my legs.

He gently slipped my slippers one by one and started running his hand along the length, feeling the softness, suppleness of the calf and sighing as he squeezed my calves as he reached forward and placed a gentle kiss on both my knee cups one at a time.

It felt so WEIRD to have my legs worshipped like the way he did, but then NOTHING was ever normal with that bloody rascal anyways. With that, with a few more kisses to the knees his hand kept caressing my leg and was playing with my toes, feeling the ring in my second toe, was thrilled to find that I ma married, his fingers played with that ring in the second toe for sometime... before he moved back up and as he began to gently poke my navel now with his other hand making me jerk and jitter at will, seeing me sat there biting my lips, he hiked the saree up further bit by bit to my mid thighs.

He stopped licking my navel, sat up and wide eyed, stared at my milky thighs on display in the dim light holding on to the bunched up saree around my crotch. As I pushed the saree down shyly back to my knees, he gently held my wrists and holding them both he kissed them one by one, multiple times, landing his kisses so softly. His actions were so sophisticated - in complete contrast to his looks!! I gave in , instantly as he so softly as if holding a garland, held my wrists and placed my hands to the sides and gently hiked up the saree again and reached forward and kissed my well rounded, toned thighs and then placing his hands on them, began squeezing them gently as he came closer to me and whispered, ‘beautiful’ as he caressed and squeezed them. Feeling his hands on my thighs I got wound up YET AGAIN and began to gasp, my eyes reducing to a slip. Seeing that he came closer and planed a kiss on my eyes, gently and a bit below on my chin. As I sat back eyes deeply shut now, thought of my husband ‘Has that Bastard treated me like this EVER? not even once has he kissed me like this , so gently! ? fuckker!! ‘ The more I thought of him, I seethed, but the next gentle kiss on my chest brought me back to the land of endless rose petals where I am swimming now.

As he was gently kissing my chest drifting below my neck, his hand on my thigh, slipped inside bit by bit and first trailed along the sides of my panty seams from the inner thighs then crept up and landed again LIGHTLY on my pussy mound, not doing much at all as he planted a FIRM kiss on my blouse, as he gently grabbed the pallu with his lips and pushing it aside exposing the blouse for the first time.

I gasped as I had my face titled up towards the roof of the bus feeling the kiss and his naughty lips gently nibbling though the blouse hook but not exactly removing it and his LONG tongue slipped so nonchalantly along the cleavage dipping a bit casually inside the blouse and out, feeling the tip of my heavy tits as I heaved against him as he gently rested on to me.

Playfully nibbling and licking at my cleavage as he gently grabbed at my managalsutra and grabbed it out of the blouse bit by bit, smelling the sweaty musky aroma of the yellow threat that is constantly trapped inside the blouse and bra for the most part. As he was doing that his hand inside my saree on the panty had very gently breached the elastic band and slipped inside and he sizzled, feeling the softness of the freshly shaving pubic zone. This he didn’t expect clearly as contrary to all his moves, he slipped his fingers URGENTLY to feel more of my bald pussy, as his fingers began roaming and feeling the ‘ZONE’ just above my pussy lips, and again thoroughly enjoyed the way I shift my hips and squirm in the seat feeling his fingers down there.

Abruptly, before I had any time to react, the hand inside started dragging the panty down and soon, it became 2 hands and by the time I came to my senses to react, jumping forward to reach for it... all I saw was my twisted panty around my knees and before I could put my hands on it , he used his bare leg to swiftly grab at it with his toes placing his leg over mine and dragged it down to my ankles and pressing my panty over his leg over my ankles , as I sat reached forward with my hands out , he slipped his hands one to my one side and another around me and grabbed both my tits at the same time over the blouse giving them a good squeeze, and just as he expected I sat back up quickly pushing his hands off. Smiling looking at me, still full of non-violence , blowing a flying kiss towards me and as my saree is still hiked up around the thigh level, he reached down and pulled it up swiftly a bit more and planed a kiss right on my pubic zine .. just above the pussy lips and in that darkness he couldn’t se much but what he saw he loved!!! as he got up with a satisfied expression even as he was receiving swift punches on his shoulders and as I lowered my saree in utter shame, he dragged his leg back from over my leg, but along with my panty and bent to pick it up and looked at me and my panty and back and forth and showed it to me with sheer pride in his face, as if its a trophy and loved the way I cringed at the sight of it taunted before my face and as I tried to reach for it, clearly he pulled his hand off and chuckled and reached forward and planted a kiss on my cheek again , GENTLY.

Just as he grabbed my hand and was leading up to his crotch and JUST as my hand brushed against his stiff member over his lungi, the bus slowed down entered a highway motel and the lights came on. We hurriedly, adjusted the clothes and I turned around pretended to sleep. He swiftly stepped off the bus for a tea or whatever. In a few mins time, I stepped off and swiftly rushed to the ladies toilet and in there, stood up and in a rush hiked the saree and began fingering and such was the intense state that rascal had built me up to, All it took was under 30 seconds I came off , so intense as if flood gates were open. I didn’t try to hold off too much and came there in the toilet quite vocally. Not caring too much at that point!!

Cleaning up, I went back to the bus and he also arrived shortly and he was surprisingly, quite shy to even make eye contact! As much as I felt awkward to look at him, he was feeling even more shy. Just as I was wondering what is going to happen now as the bus was going to start, there was a change of scenery. The big family with a bunch of kids that were seated few seats behind us, decided to spread out and the lady with her 2 children moved to the seats adjacent to us as they were vacant. But the kid was having some kind of tummy issue and was having trouble going to sleep and there was a big commotion for the next hour and shortly after my dwarf baldy hero had to get off in his village as the bus stopped. Before getting off he quickly tucked what felt like a visiting card into my saree tuck at my hip and gave a good pinch at my bare hip and disappeared with a smile. That was the only eye contact he had for the whole duration after the motel break.

As he slipped off , I pulled out whatever he stuck on to my hip with a smile and just as I thought it was his card which read Murugesan - Piping engineer and his details and the number etc. Again he has not been intrusive, had given the choice to me to decide if I wish to reach him later. I smiled and pulled my phone and out of habit, took a picture of it and transferred the details of it and stored the card in my purse and dozed off the remaining hour before the bus would reach my place. As I shut my eyes I was wondering how he would have reacted if I had asked for my panties back. It was one thing that I didn’t get an opportunity because we were surrounded by people and noise all the time, but still - as I wondered about it, I dozed off...

As I woke up again, it was my turn to get down. I got up, swiftly pulled my travel bag and put on the cardigan and stepped out in to the chilly morning and started walking the streets to my husband’s ancestral house in the village, wondering what other adventures life has in store for me !! The last few days have been a rollercoaster ride! But first, on to see my Hero!!!

The Promotion - Chapter 14 *Special Edition*

 The Promotion

Chapter 14

After she left in a hurry I sat back on the couch and stretched myself and thought of how so many ways I could have spent the rare afternoon free time I had, I could have gone on for a jog around the lake nearby, I could have spent time at the Gym, but a lazy smile erupted in me as I procrastinated and whispered, ‘but nothing as good as the claw!’ chuckling to myself musing over the cheerful and bubbly Priya I had just met, as I turned on the TV again. Made a cup of tea and watched some movie that was going on in one of my usual channels and lazing out sipping the Tea.

Then feeling guilty for being too lazy, I stood up and quickly packed my luggage for the trip that night and dished out a text to my hero-hubby if he needed anything from here as I may have some time to shop around before taking the bus. Not expecting a quick response, as has never been the case leaving the packed traveller bag in the middle of the hall I came back and sat in the Sofa. Just then I heard the door bell and as I opened, there she stood, Priya, with a bright smile and holding a backpack on her shoulder. ‘Come in! I said returning her big smile, What’s the rush? what’s the surprise dear? Come in’ leaving the door open I went back to the couch grabbing the remote and turning the TV off.

She quickly locked the door behind and came sat next to me putting the bag down. ‘Madam, I could give you 1000 guesses and still you won’t be able to guess what’s in the bag, so I better tell myself’ she said chuckling. ‘Go on!’ I said unable to bear the curiosity. ‘Madam, when was the last time you had a proper Massage madam?’ She asked bluntly looking back at me with big eyes. For a moment I thought she was joking as I stared at her open mouthed. ‘Massage? What kind of massage?’ I asked chuckling. ‘The relaxing Spa kind of wellness massage madam!’ She said shooting like a straight arrow, with no hesitation.

‘Oh my mother used to be a professional Ayurvedic masseuse madam before she got married and still regularly helps out with Postnatal massage for ladies after their child birth madam. She took care of my older sister right after she had had baby and had some complications and I was helping her out on a daily basis, picking up things from her madam. Occasionally she takes me out to people’s places to help her out too, as she is getting a bit old now - I help her out madam. This is NOT my dream to become a masseuse full time madam, but since I know a thing or two, I wanted to do something to make you feel special madam. I may not have tonnes of money but this I can do madam for my IDOL. She put a sincere case, talking rapidly, looking keenly into my eyes and as she put the last request, brought her hand to my thigh and gave it a gentle squeeze as she made her proposal.

‘OHH. that’s so kind of you dear, but I don’t know’ I looked away shyly. ‘I am not used to these things Priya, never has had a massage in my life’ I replied shyly, truly meaning it, but on the other hand felt very touched by her attempt to make me feel special!! ‘OH Please madam, try it just ONCE na, you will definitely feel rejuvenated!!’ she said rubbing my skirt around my thighs again. ‘Its not that dear, I am just too shy for this this’ I squeaked, ‘So sorry , not meaning to disappoint you Priya’ I refused firmly. Not the one to give in easily, ‘Madam, its your house here and there is no one else but just us, I will do all the setup and stuff, please at least try a bit madam, Try with just your hands and legs and see if you like it? come on! I am confident you will like it madam. Just like my claws I have very good hands too when I am massaging! ’ she said giggling. I laughed back ‘this is a big worry, the claw is a big worry!!’ she added I urgently, Slapping my thigh with her hand that rested there, ‘OH Come on madam, I already promised, I won’t tickle you’ and lowering her voice and elbowing my hip quickly ,’But it was so sweet to see you surrendering to this’ she said with a naughty smile. I pushed her back blushing, ‘Cut it out now you devil! there is no need to keep reminding me of it!’ I squeaked and go up.

As I got up , still seated she quickly grabbed my hand and asked, ‘OK madam? just try your hands and legs first. Ok? say YES’ and I turned and smiled at her, relenting. ‘Ok you should stop when I say so? OK? just hands and legs.’ I nodded, as there is still loads of time to kill anyways and I slowly warmed up to the idea of trying it on, due to her persistent convincing. She stood up, excited, gave me a quick hug and thanked me a few more times and announcing that she would use my bedroom for the session if I am Ok with it and she will need a few minutes time to setup and I watched her switching a gear swiftly and began transforming the bedroom with a measured calmness and efficiency. Clearly she has done this before, as she said , with her mum.

I watched as she pulled out a special folded sheet on my bed, after removing the pillow and blanked and neatly folding them in place, explaining to me as she unrolled the special blue sheet ‘This is to avoid damaging any of your bed or sheets madam.’ and pulled out some pillow covers from the same material and wrapped around one of my own pillows for my headrest and with a little difficulty and with my help too, moved the bed around a bit, to the centre of the room so she will have access around it. Quickly sweeping the floor around clean, she got the setup prepped up. Quickly drawing the curtains at the windows, leaving the lights off, dimming the room a lot and she lit a couple of scented candles on the small desk by the bed and pulled out a small portable speaker and connected it to her phone to bluetooth and played it on, and the volume seemed to be just right and there was a soothing tune the speaker played. Within a span of 10 minutes the Ambiance of the room transformed COMPLETELY!

I watched all of it amazed and offered my sincere compliments, ‘This is remarkable Priya!’ patting her back. She smiled and nodded ‘Thank you madam. Just a few more minutes madam, I’ll be ready’ She said as she pulled out a flask and swiftly went to my kitchen and came back with an appropriately sized bowl and poured the oil from the flask into it. This is some herbal medicated oil madam. I am not sure where my mother gets it from, but seems to have healing qualities and whats more, it smells amazing.’ she said chuckling as she poured. 2 minutes madam, I’ll heat this up a bit and come back. Please lay down on the bed and see if it’s comfortable for you. I know its your own bed, but still’ she said laughing as she went to the kitchen. When she was off, I did just that! I sat, lay down on my face, on my tummy etc. testing out how it feels to lay on those sheets wrapping my bed and pillow. It wasn’t bad, felt somewhat plasticky but not uncomfortable at the slightest, especially considering the protection it offers to the mattress and bedsheets that it was covering.

She just returned as I sat back up and with a smile, ‘please lay on your Back madam. Let’s start with your hands. One second, I’ll close this door’, saying she shut the bedroom door and placed the warm oil on the small desk nearby and the scented candle already began wafting soft aroma into the room and taking a small amount of oil, bringing it close to my face as I lay on my tummy, ‘Check it out madam. Smells good no?’ she said with a bright smile, putting her hand gently on my back. Indeed it smelt amazing, reminding me of a bouquet of sweet scented flowers, as I nodded taking a whiff and smiled, ‘Yes Priya, indeed’ and already, I realised that the mild music, the scented candle and the dimmed light with drawn down curtains has already gently beginning to relax my senses, even before she started anything at all!

As I rested my head onto the pillow she came to my side, and lowering her voice gently grabbed my left hand and announced ‘close your eyes madam and try to breath slow and deep and relax yourself’ saying she applied the oil she had in my hand generously and began the slow rhythmic movement. All it took was full 4 seconds and I was ALREADY sold off and converted and would recommend massage to anyone on earth, especially from this young lady Priya!!!

I let out a big sigh and eyes shut, feeling somehow my bodily tensions already evaporate as the warm oil was spread slowly and purposefully down from my elbow all the way to my fingers and she started working on my finger webs and as she began squeezing the muscles and tissues there gently with just the right amount of force, ‘How does it feel madam?’ and switching into squeezing the palm using just the right pressure with her thumb pressing down into the fleshy part of my palm and I groaned and muttered, ‘OH Fuck! this is heaven Priya! where were you all this time?’ and she giggled saying, ‘I told you no madam, I have magic hands’ and carried on working my wrist and the forearm taking her time seeing me relax well into it.

By the time she finished with my left hand she asked me casually, ‘Sorry madam, but I don’t want to ruin your shirt, can it come off?’ very casually. I nodded quickly not even blinking to think and sat up and quickly pulled up the skirt as high as it could go, over my tummy and quickly unbuttoned it all the way and wiping her hands with a roll of tissues she pulled out from her ‘all-purpose’ bag, Priya walked around me and slid it off my shoulders and carefully folded it away. ‘Its OK madam. relax and lay down and enjoy, let me do the rest of your left arm and shoulder now’ placing her hands on my shoulders gently pulled me back. As she was working my left shoulder she asked, ‘Oh you like wearing sports bra madam?’ curiously. ‘Yes dear, it’s no nonsense, help me while wearing the uniform and at the Gym, kind of all purpose you know?’ and lifting my left arm, applying some more oil in her hands easily sliding off the left shoulder of the sports bra accessing the exposed region , gently massaging there, ‘AND you bet, it easily comes off too right? No messing up with the straps at the back’ and I smiled and nodded.

Coming to the other side, she worked very slowly on my right hand too as thoroughly as she did with my left and after spending a lot of time, satisfied with herself seeing the contended smile on my face she moved behind me and with another liberal amount of oil on her hands she asked me to push the shoulder straps down myself coming closer to my ear and I complied instantly as she leaned over me with her thighs pushing against my head started working her magic on my bare shoulders starting from shoulder blades and on to the collar bone on both sides doing things in parallel, pressing and rubbing with her thumb down in slow circles. As I let out a loud groan in absolute delight, feeling the stiffness on my shoulders melt away, she giggled, ‘I am so happy madam loves it’ she came closer and whispered in my ears’, I responded as a compliment, giggling ‘Oh we need to do this more often! At this rate’ Remaining silent, carried on a bit more onto my shoulders, ‘madam, anytime! you have lot of stiffness in your muscles madam which a good massage takes care of with proper hands.’ she said smiling.

As her hands moved to my neck I automatically titled my head giving her access and as she came quite close to working my neck and upper chest gently and methodically, my face brushed against her thighs and crotch a few times. With eyes shut, I didn’t notice it at first but felt an odd thrill the next time she reached forward and I more than accidentally nudged her crotch ver gently. She hardly seemed to notice at all.Stopping around the seams of the bra cups, not wanting to ruin it, she worked my neck and upper chest gently and after a few strokes stopped what she was doing and wiping her hands dry again without saying anything she disappeared into the ensuite bathroom and emerged back with a turkey towel in her hand coming behind me, ‘madam one second madam,’ saying that not explaining in words what she is up to, she gently grabbed both my hands and lifted them over my head placing them to one on either side of her and in one swift move she reached forward and placed her fingers at the base of the elasticated bra and swiftly pulled both the cups up and before I realised whats happening and began to protest with a shriek, ‘Heyyyyy Priyaaaaa’ she had already replaced where the bra cups were, with the towel, covering me up and announced ,’SSSH madam, its OK, I don’t want to completely ruin this one.’ saying she started sliding the bra up over my raised hands as it popped off quite easily. She came close to my face and in a low gentle voice, ‘I have no interest in exposing you madam, All I want to give you is an amazing experience. Don’t worry, you are well covered’ as she bent and whispered that into my ears her hands were deftly pulling the bra off my wrists and unlike the shirt, this one didn’t receive any respectful folding as she tossed it aside.

She carried on taking some fresh oil and applied to my forehead and cheeks and began working on my face. That COMPLETELY distracted me from the bra she stripped off me just now, even as I had thought of saying something back. I had my head positioned as comfortable as possible and marvelled at just how gently and with expert care she worked my nose bridge, the jaw bone and the cheeks and temple got very special treatment with her thumb doing its concentric circles injecting just enough force art various sensitive pressure points in the face. That made me groan as I completely forgot about the bra now and announced, ‘This beats ANY facials I have had in the past by a mile Priya’ with a smile. ‘Thanks madam , and like I said, it comes off easily. I now can see why you are fan of sports bra’ she said with a chuckle as she dropped her hands now to my armpits and the sides and lubing me up with oil there.

As i had both my hands to her side, I brought one of them to her side and quickly pinched her hip with a smile, ‘Thats for that surprise move silly girl!’ ‘AAW madam’ she shouted with a mock yelp of pain as she carried on and with every stroke he fingers breached and slipped under the towel and seeing me sigh louder and breath faster she slipped her hands fully from the sides and started working on both my boobs from the sides from under the towel. Consciously avoiding the nipples she worked around the rest of the breasts taking her time, both her hands under the towel now but focussing on my tits and whispered again ‘Fun fact madam, THESE are the least well-looked after areas you know? despite ALL the attention they get from men’ she added with a chuckle. ‘Oh Is that so? Miss expert’ I added sarcastically as she pulled her hands out from the towel and focussed on my underarms working from the pits hollow, gently down to the sides and earnestly, ‘please tell me if it tickles’. ‘No no its OK’ I added feeling great, never realised it will feel so great the sides being massaged. She carried on some more, working on the sides bringing her hands lower with her belly pressing on to my face now, very gradually worked her hands inwards to my tits. subconsciously as my hands that were on her sides kept brushing her hips at that point i gently held her jeans waistband more for support than anything else and soon my fingers slipped and cupped her fleshy hip spilling out of the tight jeans she is wearing. As she started working my tits again now, gently holding her fleshy hip just above her jeans on either sides, just as my tits were GENTLY but properly mauled this time, I pinched her and with a smile announced, with her shirt fully over my face still, ‘If you want to become police, these love handles should disappear’ and smiled happy to be smothered by her shirt at that point.

She giggled and swiftly pinched both my nipples and asked in a squeaky voice ‘Madam, you want the towel ON or OFF’ and laughed aloud, reminding who is in charge subtly and Enjoyed my GASP as I had my nipples pinched and I responded in a rush, ‘OK OK, I keep forgetting that I am dealing with the claw here’ I announced holding the white flag. ‘By the way, Your shirt’s suffocating me dear’ I announced as it was falling all over my face. ‘Oh sorry just a second madam’ she stood up and came to my side. ‘My hands are oily, why don’t you help take it off me?’ she said matter of factly. ‘ Of course’ I announced and holding loosely to the towel and with one hand quickly unbuttoned her as she stood close and as she turned around, slowly peeled it off her.

‘Thanks madam, just toss it away, I will pick it up later’ she said standing before me in her bra and jeans. I scanned her properly for the first time, She had a decent pair of tits herself, must be B cups 32 or 34 and fantastic flat tummy and a remarkably narrow waist which flared into a big wide hips. ‘I was only joking, I take it back, you look fantastic, No love handles or whatever’ it’s just the jeans that are tight’ I said smiling looking at her and laying back. ‘Thank you madam’ She carried on and came to my side and started slipping her hand from under the towel to reach my boobs and gave the base of the boobs and the top of the midriff a proper massage. Slipping her hands a bit further up to feel my nipples briefly again and playfully announced as she pulled her hands off, ‘Seems not much is required to excite these bad boys no madam?’ with a chuckle and enjoyed the way I blushed and complained, ‘its all the fault of your claws’ and smiled. ‘Happy to be of service madam’ as she announced and gently added tapping my midriff, ‘please can you turn around madam? let’s do your upper back, then legs.’

Nodding I lowered my hands holding the towel in place I turned around and let my arms to my sides. She poured a generous amount of oil on my back, pushing my hair aside baring the nape of my neck. Rubbing around my neck she gently enquired, ‘What is your husband doing madam?’ as he hands rubbed around my thin mangalsutra thread. ‘Oh he has a grocery shop dear’ I replied. ‘Nice’ she carried on a bit lower on my back and grabbing one hand pinning it to my lower back holding it in place she massaged the other side along the ridge of the bone, hearing a popping sound she said, ‘That’s a muscle knot madam. Getting relieved now. When you get up you will feel wonderful’ I nodded with my face buried into the pillow and in a muffled voice, ‘ I am already feeling great dear. thank you’ and she repeated the same with the other arm and spent more time kneading and pressing and massaging my back taking her time, so gently. My constant moans and groans were providing her the necessary feedback and as she was done with as far back her hands could go bit above the skirt seams, not wanting to ruin it, left it there and moved up and pulled my hands over my head gently and worked again the sides and this time slipping her hands down on each side, with each stroke generously cupped my boobs from the sides pushing and pulling them more and more with each visit, out of the towel.

Clearly enjoying the feel of my side boobs as she gently squeezed both of them seeing me gasp deep into the pillow with my hands stretched to full length clasped, slipping her hands further in from both sides letting her fingers feel my nipples and toyed around with them again for a few more moments and seeing me shiver and Jerk and shift, but not complain or ask me to stop, satisfied that I am throughly enjoying the joyride suppressing her naughty grin, continuing to use her finger nails to tease my taut nipples, coming closer - ‘Madam, just a quick question about your sports bra madam’ , Containing my urge to moan aloud as I was rapidly becoming wet in her touches I just grunted, ‘Umm hmmm?’ , ‘Do you have problems hiding these bad boys when they go stiff.. Like No...owww ‘ ( stressing on the now, as she continued to flick and tweak my nipples. ) ‘Have you had experiences of pokies over your shirt sometimes because of this?’

As I swallowed hard and between my moans and gasps struggled to answer in an even voice, that was driving Priya wild. Having her favourite madam, her key star under her spell was way better than one thousand orgasms for her at that very moment and as much as I enjoyed the massage she was enjoying every second of it making me go through THIS!!! Gasping and coughing I replied, ‘Yy..eess.. ss..sommetimes occasionally it happens, depends on the cups though, some of them have more adde..( another bout of tweak making me interrupt and shudder midway)... added protection than others.’ and gasped again. Not wanting to overdo and screw the whole thing up, she slipped her hands away and let me catch my breath for a few moments and brought her hands to the nape of my neck again for some more time and took some more oil and moved to my feet.

Stood there and asked innocently, ‘Madam shall I take the skirt off or you want me to do it like this itself?’ Seeing me think undecided, she announced ‘Ok I will start like this then will bring a towel like for your shirt and ...’ left the sentence training as she was careful and used the back of her hands and elbows to roll up my long skirt up to the back of my knees. As she started working my feet, thus far this was the MOST pleasurable and I hid no emotions and groaned louder and louder, letting myself give in, to the sensations as her hands worked from my souls to my toes, pulling them out one by one, as many of them made the satisfying click sound and worked my calf muscles thoroughly!

I couldn’t help but shower another compliment, ‘ Hey Claw devil, You are the best’ I said in a dreamy voice. ‘Thanking you, yours faithfully’ she said in a mock formal tone as she carried on the same heavenly treatment to my other leg too and announced. ‘OK madam, I am sure you want your thighs and lower back done as well. Time for your gorgeous maroon skirt to say bye bye to you as well’ as she came standing next to me to fetch the tissues to wipe her hand dry. I reached out with my hand and slapped her bum, ‘You can work a little bit on that naughtiness. Its overflowing at the moment, I am wondering how Krishna is managing with you’ and chuckled.

‘OH don’t you start about him. If you say I am naughty, you’ve only seen the tip of the iceberg! The kind of things he’d do to me...UFFFF’ with a mock fear in her face she slowly walked off to the bathroom to fetch another towel and wiping her hands properly dry in it and place it carefully over my bum and as I asked, ‘what do you mean? this Krishna you mean?’ in a surprised voice, but felt my skirt pulled from under the towel and lifted my bum helpfully for her to pull it off and ‘Yes MADAM, certainly. Last week I went to watch a movie with him’ She stopped mid sentence as she carefully rolled the skirt down to my knees and bunched it around and slowly pulled it off my oily lower legs careful to not get any oil on it and hearing me ‘mmmmm?’ remembered and carried on, ‘Oh there... haha..’ she walked away folding the skirt and returning.

There in the middle of the movie he did this to me madam, saying casually, even as I began asking ‘DID WHAT?’ eaten by curiosity, she adjusted the towel properly and deftly slipped her hand under that and began pulling my panty down and by the time I realised whats happening It slipped from under the towel and out just when I had time to react and clench my tights tightly together holding on to the crotch of the panty and bringing my hand back to place it on my bare butt cheeks over the towel and groping around, manage to hold her hand as I turned back to see her, ‘HEY Devil! STOP ITTTT’ I shrieked in shame. ‘WHAT ARE YOU DOING?’ letting my cotton panty go bunched around my upper thighs just beneath the towel.

Laughing aloud, ‘Hahaaa... Now you can scream and shout here freely madam, but Imagine if yours got pulled down in a crowded theatre ALL THE WAY down and out? Will your shout madam?’ She said laughing but her eyes scanning the fresh redness forming in my cheeks as I turned to face her with a mix of my own shame in having my panties yanked down so naughtily like that and a shock of what this Krishna is capable of. Seeing the run of emotions in my face she reached out and playfully used her index finger to start tracing a line right over my butt crevice over the towel, pushing her index finger down, while still looking at my face, looking at me with full of mischief, ‘Tell me Madam? come on’ As she started feeling up my butt crevice over the towel I closed my eyes tightly in shame and clenched my butt cheeks together reflexively, gathering a good amount of towel along and shrieked, shouting for her to stop that at once!! Stoping, looking down Priya giggled heartily and slapped one of my butt cheeks very gently, ‘Sorry Madam, I thought I was shy when Krishna was doing things to me, but you are HYPER SHY madam. A whole new level. But it’s beautiful the way you are’ saying she slipped my panty back on under the towel and came closer to me and putting a hand on my bare shoulder, ‘Sorry madam, didn’t mean to give you a shock. I didn’t realise you are so shy’ saying rubbing my shoulder with a truck load of affection. I used my hand nearest to her and circled it around and pulled her closer and surprised myself as I reached forward and planted a kiss on her belly with a smile and whispered, ‘Its Ok you devil. But leave it on’ and lay back. It was her turn to be stunned, as she stood there froze at the kiss for several moments. Then feeling exuberant, she walked back while she heard me say, ‘I wouldn’t have’ She turned around, confused, ‘wouldn’t have what madam?’

‘I wouldn’t have shouted too in a crowded theatre, but did he really do that?’ I asked still unable to believe. ‘Oh yes madam, for sure. Last week at Veni’s ciniplex’ she said chuckling as she rubbed oil back in her hands and carried on with my lower thighs taking generous portion and lubing it up. ‘It wasn’t crowded madam. Matinee show. We went there purely for some action’ she stopped and giggled as she carried on squeezing my thighs gently and beginning the massage routine. Stopped speaking abruptly and focused on the massage when I quipped, ‘Go ON! details?’ she laughed and gently slapped my bum over the towel again, ‘Behind that shyness you are as naughty as we are madam’ and I laughed too and prompted her to carry on.

Rubbing my fleshy upper thighs for a good long spell, getting me back again nice and easy and relaxed, gently but slowly her hands started to creep up under the towel and start squeezing and kneading around the panty seams tracing the half-moons pushing the towel up nicely. At every stroke up , both her thumbs began generously slipping under the panty as she slowly began pushing the panty up and began bunching it up, exposing my butt cheeks bare so she could apply oil and massage. As I began stirring, she resumed, ‘Oh there I was with my maxi skirt, a bit like I pulled off you now and a T shirt. The theatre was quite empty with around 20 to 30 people only there for the afternoon show for the boring movie.’ As she spoke she applied oil and began massaging both my butt cheeks and slipping her fingers in FREELY and contended to hear my signs and moans return and carried on speaking to keep my attention there too.

Some of her strokes on her way back started to trace along , right along my butt crevice, very slowly, first nudging then more and more blatantly bit by bit and every single time she noticed a sharp breath or a gasp and smiled satisfied. ‘There madam, its usual to allow some tits fondling no? ‘ she said playfully as she started slipping her fingers to my inner thighs and slowly after a few of those strokes I opened the thighs wider, reflexively. She bent and peered down to catch the first glimpse of the shape of my pussy lips as she slowly let her Oily fingers brush along the fabric of my thin cotton panty, only gently but enough to cause a sucking sharp breath or a gasp every single time and soon the panty became wet as she spared no oil and poured some right over the butt cheeks on the panty letting it seep in and make the panty sopping wet, thinking in her head, ‘I gave you a choice, but you decided , let it stay on. now i will have my fun along with it, before yanking it off eventually’ and let her fingers rub and slice and splice as she carried on.

‘What madam? lost interest in the story?’ She asked as I remained muted and didn’t respond. ‘Uhhh.,,.ffff ee..wwaahhat?’ I gasped as she asked just as her fingers were lazily rubbing my pussy lips DIRECTLY from behind. ‘yes yes carry on pls. sorry I was... i mean the massage was so amazing, I was lost in it dear’ I admitted honestly. ‘Well not much to add to it madam, Can you please turn over madam’ but just as she said that her fingers briefly pushed the panty aside and rubbed the bare pussy lips very briefly before she pulled her hand out with the same smile. ‘What? Oh yes yes’ I began turning but gasped in the middle and carried on, feeling too shy to make it an issue but nevertheless having the time of my life with her now.

‘As I said, not much to add madam, just one example to show Krishna is naughty. as the access from the top wasn’t too convenient he hiked up the skirt and I just thought he might let his finger inside my panty but the bastard unexpectedly started pulling it off and I had literally fought with him silently the next 10 minutes in the theatre to keep it on, even after he rolled it down to my Knee level you know?’ she said as she lazily started pouring the warm oil RIGHT into my Navel looking at it with a smile and as it Pooled up nicely, turning back to smile at me. ‘YOU have a BIG hole here madam. Had I known I would have brought another extra litre’ she said giggling and instantly received a HARD slap on her butt cheeks as she stood conveniently close to me. ‘AAAAWWW’ she yelped and giggled, rubbing her back with her oily hands not minding much, and reached out and abruptly pulled off the towel over my chest making me shriek. Holding the towel high up over her head giggling, ‘Promise me you won’t slap me if you want this back!!’ she said giggling.

covering my naked tits with my hands and grinning back at her extremely embarrassed being exposed like that with my navel filled with a pool of oil to top it off at the same time, all red faced and filled in shame I said in a squeaky voice, ‘please give it back you devil. Ok I promise I won’t slap you’ admitting defeat yet again, but FUCKING EH ? why do I love losing to her and not get angry? why do I love her naughtiness, as I wondered myself looking at her with the shy pleading smile, she dutifully placed the towel back on my tits and came forward and quickly planted a kiss on my forehead and whispered, ‘so sorry madam. I am only playing with you because I find you as a delightful company. Never met someone so electric as you are madam’ she added that in a low voice her gaze drilling down right into me.

All I could manage was a shocked look back, still reeling from that gentlest ever kiss I’d received from anyone. It felt so wonderful as she planed her lips on my forehead with her bra clad tits generously brushing on my right shoulder as she did. I closed my eyes in a bliss never wanting for this moment to end as this felt like a whole different and new feeling like I was smothered all over by raining rose petals. As I was still in the bliss eyes deeply shut, my new bestie Priya decided to take it on to the next level as she gently glided her index finger into the pool of oil into my navel and as I let out a loud groan feeling the pleasure points light up and blink like a brightly lit christmas tree! she came closer to me and planed another one of those wonder kisses on to my cheek as she slowly started swirling her finger inside my navel noticing it tremble and noticing a SIGNIFICANT change in my face and my rate of breathing. She gently pushed my hair and blew into my ear very gently and whispered, ‘You have the prettiest navel in the whole damn world. Do you like what I am doing to it?’ and planed a soft kiss on my nose. (the madam had skipped off her sentence now and I was too busy to notice it) . With my tummy trembling and with a quivering lips I nodded quickly, gasping as she JUST then poked right into the depth of my navel and smiled satisfied at my reaction. ‘You are simply special, you know’ she carried on with the rest of her fingers crowding around the navel and she used EACH of her finger nails EXPERTLY to push poke drag and point in, making me dance and quiver at every move and each time appreciating my gesture with some lust coated, ‘lovely’ or ‘wonderful’ or ‘marvellous’.

Slowly she slid her other hand under the towel that covered my tits and attacked the nipples directly this time. ‘You are so sensual, you know that ?’ she complimented tweaking my nipples lazily and I had completely LOST my will to open my eyes a long while ago as I sputtered gasp and nodded as this what she is doing is so explosive that minister’s treatment of my navel at his place was left pale in comparison by a mile. He was drunk but here she is so expertly pushing the right buttons on me minutely checking for my body’s feedback spinning me into the wildest of deliriums in such a short space of time!!!!!!!!

‘Time to slide this off. what say?’ she said casually as she pulled the towel at my chest for which I put up a scene a few moments ago. While I was thinking of thinking to think about making a protest, I already lost the thought as the next wave of attack on my navel ensued and swiftly making me busy moaning and shuddering.

She took her time to take in the view presented in front of her. ‘A perfectly shaped very beautiful pair of tits with radio knob sized big nipples both fully stiff and pointing skywards, as she stood lazily scratching my navel and poking me at will still amazed to see my jumpiness and jerks as he carried on the silent gasps. She reached forward and gently ordered me ‘Hands UP now! or else!!’ and quickly turning her index and middle fingers as if it’s a gun and pushed into my navel and I Gasped sharply and with a smile put my hands up and too shy to open my eyes managed to shout, ‘you devil’ with my quivering lips.

‘Don’t lower your hands until I say so!’ she said with a mock threat trying hard to suppress her giggle and looked in amazement at the perked up tits as I put but my hands bare chested! She slid off the towel around my hip too gently with her free hand while carrying on with her ministrations on my navel, seeing that it keeps my resistances and protests at bay. ‘Pl..plleaase..’ is all I could manage with my quivering lips, as I realised that the towel around my hip is getting pulled away, which was quickly drowned over by a ‘Shhusssh!!!!! and remember, HANDS UP!!’ and poking my navel to remind me, with a giggle seeing me jump, holding my hands over my head , shutting my eyes tight bit my lips and lay there jittering. ‘ You are SO SWEET and SPECIAL you know?’ coming forward she planted another one of those wonderland kisses but this time directly on my quivering lips for a very brief second while scratching my navel and PULLED AWAY as I brought my face forward to kiss her back, gasping. Frustrated as I fell back on to the pillow I felt a quick tweak of my nipple, while her other hand poked my navel at the same time, as I groaned ‘Aaaaw’ and shivered in response, biting my lips, clearly overcome by pleasure mountain welling up from within.

Feeling happy and FASCINATED seeing the way I responded to her touch and moves, Soon as the towel around the tits is off, swapping hands, she took a generous amount of oil and poured it right over the crotch of my panty which was already sopping wet from behind and as well due to my own bodily juices flowing into it so generously as I was LEAKING WET down there already. I Shivered and Shuddered, shaking all over feeling the warm oil seep through the panty into my pussy lips!!

She came closer to my face and whispered, ‘You know, Just getting the navel fingered is nice, but having it Oiled and getting it fingered takes it to a whole new level right?’ asking with a mischievous glint in her face as her finger nails gently scratched around the rim of my navel occasionally pressing down causing my tummy muscles to tremble. I nodded to her urgently biting my lips. My own embarrassment was drowned well and truly by the tsunami or pleasure, giving me no chance to put up a resistance!

‘I know you are very good at keeping your eyes shut, but I have a better idea’ she said, coming closer to me and grabbing the discarded towel off my chest and shoved it over my eyes and as I begin to protest, she came closer ,’Sshhhh... keep your hands up and carry on enjoying dear’ and swiftly pulled my head up and loosely tied it around my head and reminded me, ‘You are fully in control and can stop what I am doing anytime you want. But I suggest, please go with the flow and enjoy, Just as I am doing now, going with the flow!!!!’ and with that before I had a chance to respond she planted a kiss again on my lips, deeper this time and let her tongue taste my lips and while I was still relishing it, she pulled away - leaving me longing still.

I shouted this time, frustrated, ‘You’re a TEASE’ as she withdrew from me. ‘Ohh Madam, Tease is just beginning!! enjoy the joyride No?’ she said giggling. ‘I told you madam, I will make your days special. You will forever remember this!’ saying she reached forward and hooked her thumbs into my panties and flashed that devilish naughty smile. ‘First, let’s get you into your Birthday suit. Lets do a Krishna to you first’ and carrying on with the giggle, this time taking her time, SLOWLY pulled my panty down checking out emerging sight of the unkempt forest and then the puffy swollen pusssy lips wide eyed while all I managed was a meek, ‘Waa..aaaaitttttttt... pllsss’ and she bent down and planed a kiss RIGHT on my pussy lips letting her tongue flicker there briefly, noticing my whole body shudder and I shouted ‘ AAAAAAWW’ in that aching longing agony of pleasure. ‘Wait? you tell me madam, how long more to wait for?’ saying obediently she attempted to pull back my now soaking wet panty.

Gasping and throat dry, my breasts heaving as I breathed unevenly, ‘No..I mean, FUCCKKKK Okkk Ok Ok’ I screamed in impotent rage, as I so badly wanted it and yet felt so shy to give in to her horrible ways of exposing me like this. I am sure she is deriving a perverse pleasure too in making me do these things, but hell the rollercoaster ride I am going through right now is well worth ANYTHING. I stayed still with my eyes securely behind the towel and allowing her to this time gently bit by bit pull my panty off and just like a man would, she whistled at the sight that emerged in front of her. ‘My god madam. Yours will be a perfect book cover for the next edition of MY SECRET GARDEN’ she said and giggled, in response I lifted my leg and kicked her off but not with too much force, shouting shyly, ‘you naughty rascal’ and threw off the towel and sat up, reeling in shame. She came closer and hugged me gently and again gently pushed me by my shoulder, ‘Relax madam. As I said, Teasing was only beginning. No towel is fine with me. You look more beautiful this way madam’ as I was gently pushed back on to the bed with her gleaming mischief filled eyes boring down into me and just as I lay back down, she put her two fingers into my navel and just visually pointed with her eyes towards my hands and above my head, indicated hands up’ and blushing furiously I slowly raised my hands playing her game, but feeling so HOT within, and she pulled her hand out and blew into the edge of her fingers just as one would a smoking pistol and as I smiled looking at the silly innocence of the whole thing.

Moving back she took some more oil and came back around, standing next to me, this time with a no-nonsense approach simply spread my thighs wider and slipped her hand within and started rubbing my inner thighs on both sides while slipped her other hand into my navel and began playing with it again, causally. within few seconds she could see my eyes shut and breathing becoming uneven as she carried on fingering my navel and started slipping hand hand to rub my pussy lips.

After a few more stokes of getting the initial feel of my pussy lips she began to gently squeeze it and play with it and began parting the lips and I began to moan louder in response and just as she anticipated widened my legs and wasting no time, she slipped her fingers in which went in swimmingly as she cooed, ‘Madam this is a SLIPPERY RIVER DOWN HERE’ with a chuckle enjoying my response as I bit my teeth clenching my joy, being taken for a naughty ride like this!

Then expertly using her Thumb to press and rub down Just above the slit, rubbing a bit and spotting my clit and confirming with my yelp and jerk she slipped in her two fingers which made me hands up and took time to rub and feel the inner wall while her naughty pinky fingernail still outside, stretched down and gently began scratching the skin JUST below my pussy lips, stretching down in search of my butthole but couldn’t quite reach so carried on scratching what it landed upon, WHICH in my case was proving to be another fucking devilishly sensitive secret spot as I began shrieking out in pleasure.

It took her a while to realise it was actually her pinkie finger that was making me go crazy, then correcting herself, the combination of the clit rub and the pinkie was what was making me jerk the biggest, she was conducting her experiments just like a scientist on my body, discovering things as she went along expertly and cooed, ‘MADAM, your body is a hidden treasure madam, filled with sweet spots all over! will take a year to explore all of them!!! May be even you don’t know them all’ and in no position to reply to her, I carried on screaming but she could well make out these are screams of pleasure and carried on ahead.

As she started to settle down finally, slipping back her hand from my navel too and used it exclusively to rub, squeeze and pinch at my clit and pull at and play with my pubes, she used the other hand to slip down her two fingers and used the thumb now instead of her pinkie to have bigger effect and shoved her finger in as deep as it go inside my hyper wet lips and began rhythmically flicking it increasing the momentum and speed depending on how much and jumped around and screamed and honestly, at that state of prolonged build up, I didn’t stand a chance! I didn’t last long and within a couple of minutes as I stopped screaming, and holding my breath I squirted repeatedly RIGHT on to her fingers, Actually squirted stuff outside! Never has it happened to me and neither did I know its possible, but her handling of me was so intense, the result was LITERALLY there to see and not wanting to spoil my moment, she for once remained silent carried on doing what she did allowing me to complete my rocking climax peacefully!!

Once I was done and began to regain my breath, overcome by the enormity of the whole thing and the mix of emotions, quite unexpectedly tears started rolling down my cheeks. Before I realise, I was softly sobbing with her fingers still inside me lazily rubbing the rough section of the inner wall, gently stimulating me. Shocked seeing me cry, Priya pulled her hand out and rushed to my side and hugged me sitting next to me, ‘Madam are you ok?’ she asked in the lightest possible whisper, placing a peck on my cheek, over my tears’ and I turned around and hugged her back so tightly and whispered back, ‘Yes devil! more than fine’ and pulled her to me and kissed her with all my ferocity and passion, simply overpowering her with all my strength, which surprised her as she all the while didn’t get a chance to see me in true physical action yet. Loosening my strangle hold on her shoulders sensing her wince, I carried on kissing her and this was a rocking hot kiss that followed suit after that rather messy performance from my end and finally after several lip locks and tongue fights when it ended we were both in daze looking at each other.

She recovered before me and walking in daze still, mumbling, ‘You’re a DYNAMITE madam’ , grabbing the tissue and came around to my legs and helpfully cleaned me over as I sat back relaxing, wondering what I did to receive at this kind of service of “clean up” after action!! Once she is done, she said with a giggle, ‘Just one last surprise madam’ and jumped back her bag and reemerged with a vanity shaving kit as I looked at her with ‘are you out of your mind’ kind of astonished look. ‘Shhh Madam, get his garden cleaned up madam. Make it a nice surprise for your hero tomorrow’ she said chuckling as she ran back with some water and already stated with the cream on the brush. I fell back on to the bed blushing and covered my face with my hands, unsure of how to handle this new level of humiliation as I felt the cold splash of the brush lather me up and I lay down widening my thighs to help her out.

It was swift and in no time, she cleaned me off, collecting the waste in her ward of tissues and finally wiping me clean and dry, discarding all the waste, ‘OK madam, check it out now!!!’ she said with a chuckle as she walked to fetch her shirt and began wearing it on. I looked down stunned, it looked down there , clean and soft like a babies and all I could manage when I looked up was a shame-filled ‘Thanks’ as I should have been doing this myself. ‘Anytime madam’ Ok, you carry on with the shower and get ready to go, I will make a move. I will lock the door on my way out. Hope you enjoyed the session’ She came closer and gave me another hug and bent forward and quickly kissed both my nipples one at a time and pointed her 2 fingers towards my navel as I laughed and put my hands up jokingly, she actually drilled me yet again playfully and as I got jumpy she reached out and hugged me and planted a quick but thick kiss on my lips and patting my bare buttocks, ‘Off to the shower Madam. Let me clean up’

I went there and had a long relaxing shower while reliving the episode multiple times over and when I stepped out the bedroom was just the way it was before and I quickly slipped on a nighty and stepped out to check if she is gone, she was sitting in the living room. There was a flask on the table and a note underneath and It read, ‘Some hot masala tea for you madam. Today was great. Thanks for all the pointers and help you are doing. Hope you felt good too!’ with a smiley.

As I poured the tea in the cup, sat in the sofa and messaged her back in the phone, ‘Thank you for making my day VERY SPECIAL you devil!’ and added a smiley and pushed a send and sat there gazing at the wall still in disbelief at what just happened during the past hour as it still felt like a DREAM.

The Promotion - Chapter 13

 The Promotion

Chapter 13

Getting out from the shower, getting dressed in a jiffy, I called made the booking for the overnight bus travel and called my husband and as usual he frustrated me by not picking up the phone and after 4 unsuccessful attempts, miraculously growled a ‘HELLO’. I almost shouted in excitement, ‘Hey dear I am coming tonight, I have a week’s leave!!!!!’ and the response was rushed ‘ Oh great news Vandana, but I need to go now, sorry there are two customers waiting, I will see you then tomorrow morning, I will call mother in a bit and ask her to make your favourite sweet for you, alright?’ and not even waiting for my reply he hung up. I stared at the phone for a while before putting it away, shouting in frustration, ‘YOU are my favourite sweet you idiot!!! The bloody SHOP seems to be your first wife!!’

Feeling irritated I picked up the phone again as I looked at the time and it was close to midday. Not thinking too much, I called Krishna. He picked up in the 6th ring making me seethe, why is no one picking the phone quickly today?! As he answered, ‘Hello Madam?’ coming directly to the point, ‘Can you get me some lunch, Get whatever you want as well. My treat’ I blurted out, resolving to not spend the afternoon bored, all by myself. He hesitated and dragged, ‘Madam....’ , ‘Whats the matter Krishna? are you busy?’ , he replied urgently, ‘No, Not at all madam’ and slowly added, ‘Priya is also with me madam. we are at the nearby mall’

I laughed, ‘Oh sorry then to bother you love birds. I’ll order something myself’ and was about to disconnect, but I heard a quick hushed discussion offline and I waited a bit for him to reply. ‘Lunch sounds great idea. Madam, Is it OK if she joins us too?’. Smiling brightly, ‘Oh don’t be foolish Krishna. I was going to propose the idea but didn’t want to spoil your afternoon. Sure bring her too, of course’. He chirped happily, ‘Thanks madam. I have an afternoon shift at the Tea stall in 2 hours anyway madam. So it’s not like we have big afternoon plans. See you soon madam. I’ll get something from the Food court here madam. I know you like Butter Naans. Mother has mentioned already. I’ll get some Paneer dish for sides. Ok madam?’ Smiling and impressed at his observation ‘ Sure sounds great’ and hung up.

Dressed in a loose White cotton shirt with Uncle’s favourite ‘Green revolution’ sports bra and a full length elastic waist maroon skirt and a white cotton panties - a typical comfort wear for a lazy day off, I was watching some Television and in 40 minutes time I heard the door bell. As I opened the door, I saw Krishna in his same chequered shirt that I saw him with earlier on with his bright smile and a big shock of hair styled differently now and next to him stood Priya. She was looking simple but stunningly beautiful face and her hair flowing loose, dressed in a loose long shirt and faded Jeans she was looking quite modern. The Big U cut around the hips, typical of the ladies’ shirts showed her curvy hips in her tight jeans, rather more of a Jeggins that she had on.

‘COME IN’ I said stepping away from the door and as I walked to the dining table to set the chairs, ‘Sorry to have dragged you lovers away’ I said giggling and turning to Priya, ‘Nice to meet you Priya’ and as I put my hand out, she came towards me with that same radiant smile and gave me a quick hug, to my surprise, ‘Same here Madam. Krishna has been mentioning a lot about me madam’ she spoke as her hands circled my waist casually, ‘You have literally been my Hero madam, been waiting for a while now to meet you madam, actually’.

As I returned the gesture, putting my hands around her shoulders hugging her back she carried on speaking with her hands not in any rush to leave me, caressing my hips gently over the thin cotton shirt, feeling me up on both sides, moving her hands gently up and down while her eyes locked into mine, ‘You need to tell me all about what it takes to become a police officer madam. Krishna tells me, you are a bit of a terror in the station, I want to become like you madam’ She spoke with full of admiration while Krishna watched with curiosity the way his GF was rubbing me, getting turned on already as he sensed the stirring in his loins.

Blushing a bit, not in any rush from my side too, to pull her hands away, in fact, curiously found her tender fingers’ touch amazing, I replied, ‘OH Sure I will tell you all you need to know. But you are Dressed to kill ( I said with a big laugh) this is already enough quality to be successful in the job. I can see why poor Krishna fell for you’, ‘Oh Stop it madam, please’ she said shyly biting her lips and her eyes suddenly turning from radiance to NAUGHTY, as she Pinched both my hips playfully at the same time and quite unexpectedly dug all her 10 fingers into my hips giving both sides a Good Poke making me jump and scream in giggles as I quickly brushed her hands off me jumping away.

She laughed seeing me react then quickly came closer and put her hand on my shoulder, ‘So Sorry madam. Didn’t realise you are so ticklish. Just like me. hahaa. This monster loves to do that to me all the time, at every available opportunity he gets’ she added while her hand at my shoulder moved behind to my back and rub me gently, as if to console me, while she released her naughty self right away and seemed quite OK with sharing such intimate stuff going on with Krishna. He was laughing with us, but as I turned to look at him questioningly for a response to her claim, he quickly added, putting his hands up, ‘No Madam, this devil is lying. I’ll do NO SUCH THING to her madam. You know about me madam!’ he said making his face suddenly all too serious.

Recalling what EXACTLY krishna is capable of I smiled back at him shyly and just muttered, ‘You naughty fellow’ and turned, walking away ‘You know Priya? I don’t believe Krishna one bit’ I said laughing as I returned with plates. Krishna ran to the kitchen with a smile, ‘Please sit madam, I’ll bring the rest’ and was efficiently setting everything up. Priya jumped ahead, ran to the kitchen to help him out while I waited and in the next few minutes hot food was served and we all ate talking something general about their education, career plans etc. I told Krishna that I will see if I could help him get into a good reputed college for his Civil Engineering degree, making a mental note of checking about that with Madhavan Uncle later.

After lunch I strolled to the bedroom , fetched my purse and grabbed some generous cash and handed it to Krishna. ‘Take what you spent for lunch and give the excess to Saroja. I will CHECK with her OK?’ I said playfully slapping his shoulder, as I placed the cash in his hand even as he protested that its OK and refused to take it. Once I force fed the cash on to him, he thanked me and said he needed to be rushing back to work at the Tea stall now. As I looked at Priya wondering what her plans are, she said brightly, ‘I am not in any rush to go anywhere madam.’ That answer sounded sweet in my ears and I waved at Krishna, ‘That settled it. Off you go then Krishna’

She proved to be a great company!! She was so free to converse and extremely chatty with an infectious giggle, and to be honest, It’s been a long time since I had laughed so much in anyone’s company. As I was explaining her about the degree requirements and the tests to pass after and the physical fitness levels etc. She tapped my thighs, asking me to stop and quickly jumped across the living room to the desk in the corner and pulled out a blank paper and a pen from the desk and diligently took notes as I spoke. Following which she asked me to share some experiences at the job and I felt it would be incomplete if I didn’t tell her about the likes of Pandian sir that she may have to face as part of the job and looking shocked but not totally surprised she again rubbed my thigh, caressing, sorry you had to go through these things madam - in a soft voice. I asked her back if it changed her view or if she still wanted to become police, giving my thigh a good squeeze, with her eyes shining, ‘more than ever madam. I want to change the way things are! Just like you madam. Fight the system and make a name for myself’ Impressed by her resolve I rubbed her back and feeling suddenly naughty as I pulled my hand back, slipping my fingers just under her shirt, I poked at her hip, just like how she did to me, digging my index and middle fingers deep inside her flesh and relished at the sight of her JUMP from the sofa dropping the notepad screaming as I laughed heartily, adding, ‘OH YOU ARE TICKLISH Priya!, was just checking if what you said earlier is true? Do you always jump like this too when Krishna does this to you? or does he do it differently ?’ I asked with naughtiness dancing in my face, happy to settle the score with her, as she stood crimson faced looking at me.

Slowly that mischievous grin returned back to her, as she pulled her shirt down adjusting, ‘Oh NO NOO Madam. CAN I SHOW YOU EXACTLY HOW KRISHNA WOULD DO TO ME?’ She said putting her hand out, her fingers in the shape of a claw, making a big drama she advanced towards me slowly with full of mischief. Not expecting THIS turn of event it was my turn to be surprised as I put my hands out and retreated back from the sofa, shouting ,’NO NEED. Silly girl. You already showed me earlier while he was still there’ protesting and laughing. ‘Oh no madam, that was only a sample, Use all your police training to Save yourselves from these CLAWS ’ she said naughtily giggling squatting in front of me suddenly with her fingers moving menacingly as I laughed uncontrollably at her endless naughtiness and resourceful mischief.

Slapping her hands, while still laughing while i sat leaning back on to the sofa, ‘Don’t be silly, I am not anywhere close to being that ticklish as you are. You were jumping to the moon when I just poked you..Hahaa’ I said provoking her, relishing her infectious enthusiasm and playfulness, couldn’t remember when I had been so happy with anyone in my living memory. ‘OHH You may be strong madam, but in front of these CLAWS you are just a lightweight, there is no escaping, especially these claws become so ferocious when they are challenged’ she said laughing like a villain with big wide grin as I laughed along, ‘Nonsense, these are just your fingers and nothing more, nothing less’ I said laughing silly provoking her more, pushing her hands away.

‘OH ARE THEY? I was born with 2 elder sisters and these claws had all their life to perfect their trade. Brace yourselves for something you’ve NEVER experienced before! hahahaa!!’ with the same mock evil laugh, quite suddenly she landed both hand her hands around my upper thighs and even while I laughed and protested, in NO TIME she slipped her hands under my loose white shirt on to the sides as she knelt down before me with her elbows resting FIRMLY on my thighs kind of pinning me down and I was too slow to react as I watched in slow motion her hands slip under the shirt and all I could manage was to bring my hands over the shirt to try and grab her hands but it was all too late already as the damage is well and truly done.

Next instance I heard myself SCREAM and SQUEAL with fits of loud wails of shrieks amidst laughter as her fingers dug into my fleshy hips from both sides and she began Poking me PROPERLY making the earlier episode while Krishna watched feel like just the demo and this being the proper package. I was shuddering and Jerking as I pleaded for her to stop getting jumpy on the sofa and ignoring my constant slaps on her hands she carried on with that evil giggle of a Bollywood villain, ‘Madam, now WHO is Jumping to the Moon? haaa? With the vicious glint she bore her fingers all around my lower belly tickling me at will, RELISHING my hyper jumpy reactions and to me this was in a totally new level of pleasure getting taunted and played with like that by her as I found myself amidst fits of giggles pleading for her to stop, admitting, ‘Okk OK I surrender to the claw. You win OK ...aaaa..wwwhh... hahhaa.a. pleas.. phl..eaasee ..stop ‘ I begged while giggling. She momentarily stopped letting me catch my breath and just as I had few moments to compose and managed to open my eyed to see her smiling at me, returning the smile back at her, she decided to finish with a flourish!

While her hands were still on my lower tummy, She quickly slipped her fingers into the skirt, realising its just an elastic waist band and began poking the soft under belly deep inside the skirt, making me go into a shocked guffaw as I roared laughing and with a big SHRIEK, unable to Stop and that assault quickly stood up, but as I did, her hands still grabbing my skirt ACCIDENTALLY pulled it down along with the flimsy cotton panties exposing the top of my pubes as I stood. Realizing what she just did, feeling horrified, instantly pulling her hand off me, she stood up as I got up in a rush and quickly pulled the skirt back up. ‘I am SO SORRY madam. Didn’t mean to do that madam. I am very sorry madam’ she stood, apologising, sincerely. ‘It was pure accident madam. sorry madam’ It was all in a flash only a few seconds but she had seen ENOUGH to know I have an unkempt forest down there. Turning to her, looking at her subdued innocent face, while my own still burning in shame, nevertheless flushed with excitement at all the ‘action’ few moments ago, I turned and put my hands up to her with a smile, ‘Like I said, I surrender to the claw. You win’ I said smiling sweetly, not offended at her, but actually felt thrilled as no one made me feel like what I felt now.

‘Oh Thank you madam. So sorry again madam’ she came rushing to me and gave me a quick hug and releasing me, ‘Krishna is right madam, you are a lovely Human being madam, such a generous and kind hearted person madam. I am very lucky to have met you madam’ she said going all mushy. I slapped her shoulder hard now, getting somewhat emotional myself, ‘Now where did that evil smile go? such emotional face doesn’t suit you!’ I said rubbing her shoulder. Anyways, what is your email address? I will pass on the details of the exam board and the selection process and things like that so you can read more about them offline. Happy to help’ changing the topic quickly, seeing her become emotional a bit.

With that glint returning to her eyes she got my phone number quickly and messaged me her email address and told me quickly, ‘Madam, you still have a few hours before your journey tonight right?’ she asked and as I checked the wall clock, ‘yes a full 6 hours to go, WHY?’ The big smile returning to her, ‘Madam, please allow me to surprise you madam.’ and when I looked back at her suspiciously, she laughed big time and said ‘I PROMISE, I WONT TICKLE YOU’ and I laughed too sounding relieved. ‘Madam, please don’t go anywhere madam, I will be back soon. Please madam.’ As I looked at her confused, she already rushed to the door and vanished!!

The Promotion - Chapter 12

 The Promotion 

Chapter 12 

As I ended up the call with Uncle, unaware that Krishna overheard most of the 2 way exchange as it was a video call, I opened the door as he was knocking and sent him off with a playful slap as he was asking me with an innocent face if all is OK, still in disbelief to see me in a T shirt and shorts - a first time for him. As he was sent back to the sofa I closed the door of the bedroom and thought for a moment to change into something more decent, sitting on the bed. But then the devil in me was tapping my shoulder so strongly and prompting me to ‘have fun’ with an evil smile that looked just like the smile from Uncle. I sat there in the bed smiling, considering the thought of going out to the living room dressed like this! Automatically I felt my cheeks burn in shame but also the more I thought of it, the idea appealed more. But then, not wanting to make it look too obvious, just grabbed the shawl that I had around me when I rushed to the door to open earlier and casually pulled it around me as a thin sling letting it glide over my tits, barely hiding the poking out nipples, just enough. Quickly checked myself at the mirror and the smile widened as the T shirt is fairly short, ending at around the waist and the Shorts has been elasticated Tights ending around mid thighs. The purchase of it, Originally intended for my indoor Yoga and workout sessions, but today it’s been serving an altogether different purpose. As I looked down carefully I could clearly see the outline of my pussy lips as the hug on shorts was showing more than it hid.

Feeling horny deciding to take on the day as it came, justifying to myself that I didn’t plan any of it and it was HIS fault to visit me so early in the morning and laughing at my own silly justification I just casually walked outside and again instantly his eyes widened seeing me coming out dressed in the same attire as he had already convinced himself that I would have changed into something else. He stood up at loss for words as I walked up to him, whispering ‘Madam....’ I waved him off and casually asked him, ‘Shall i make coffee for both of us? I haven’t had one yet since I got up.’ and not even waiting for his reply I turned towards the kitchen and walked away. He was GAWKING at me his eyes scanning my back carefully and he was feeling the thrills as he could not spot any bra impressions on the light colour T shirt and as he scanned further down at my swaying hips and the butt cheeks below, his eyes almost popped out of their socket as he could bet his life that there isn’t anything underneath them too.

Stopping at the kitchen door I turned and smiled at him, ‘WHAT ARE YOU STARING AT KRISHNA?’ and caught red handed he immediately looked away and sat down and blushed ’sorry madam’ but quickly added, ‘ You look stunning in this dress madam. suits you’ He looked up and offered the sincere compliment with a bright smile and a big nod - to insist that he really means it. I laughed and walked into the kitchen shouting ‘THANKS , but you seem to like to see me even without this right?’ I joked, pulling his legs, flirting with him. He laughed too, wasting no time, rushing to the kitchen door to join me, ‘OH hehee Yes madam, IF YOU PERMIT’. I finished pouring the milk and turned the stove on and turned to him and with a threatening look but also with a trace of smile, ‘ HOW ABOUT SPENDING SOME TIME AT THE STATION CELL?, WOULD YOU LIKE THAT TOO?’ with the fear returning back to him he nodded a NO furiously and repeated ‘sorry madam’ several times as I laughed and waved him to come inside and as he approached me with fear I rubbed his shoulder, ‘Don’t worry , I was only kidding’ and turned to get busy to make coffee.

He was slowly warming up to me as I was asking how his school and studies are, knowing he is only working at the Tea shop during the summer break and does a lot of odd end chores to bring money for his mother. I know that he is a studious and a good kid at heart so, I had always had a soft corner for him. He was answering back too freely now, that its Board exam year and he wanted to carry on to become a civil engineer if possible etc. His ambition impressed me as I turned around to casually pick up the cups from the top shelf of the cupboard the T shirt hiked up a good few inches above the waist line of the shorts which was in turn a few inches below the navel anyways and his eyes bulged at the sight of my bare hip on display so casually as he took it in with a big gulp. He could see from the side vide the big oval shaped navel on view broefly as I stood stretched out, to reach the coffee cups. As he looked up a bit he could CLEARLY make out the outline of the nipple poking out as the shawl had moved out of its position.

Without thinking much he commented, ‘Beautiful Shawl madam, where did you buy it? Can I have a look please’ Turning around with 2 cups one in each hand I smiled at him. ‘Why did you want to know? Do you have a girl friend whom you want to present to?’ I teased him with a smile, pouring the coffee. He nodded with a smile and added in a low whisper ‘Please don’t tell my mother. She will kill me’ I giggled and pulled out the shawl and passed it on to him, pretending to NOT EVEN notice the glaringly poking nipples as if its no big deal and with a smile added, ‘There are a lot of things now I shouldn’t be telling your mother now! Here, take a look, (passing the shawl to him, feeling crazily horny inside, thanking my stars for the shorts to be luckily in black as I was getting quite wet down there already as this flirting is proving too much for me, but was enjoying every moment of it) FIRST your attempts to become a B-grade videographer and now the girl friend’ I said nonchalantly as I walked past him with both cups as my shoulder brushed his hand as I passed him out and not even bothering to see where he is looking as I knew 100% his focus will be on my tits and the poking nipples, but feeling so hot about the whole thing, the most difficult part I felt was trying to act so casual in the middle of all this - I walked up to the sofa and placed the cups on the teapot and sat down.

He was feeling the shawl and walked behind me and ‘Thank you madam’ handed it back to me which I carelessly placed on my lap - partially hiding the camel-toe pussy lips that the shorts was so faithfully portraying. Eager to switch subject and his attention on me, ‘So, tell me about this girl friend?’ I asked grinning. He said with a sheepish smile, ‘Madam, her name is Priya madam, school mate madam. I have told a LOT about you to her madam. She looks at you in her mind as a Heroine madam, real life Vijayashanti madam. If you’re Ok, can I introduce her to you madam?’ he said buttering me up nicely. ‘OH interesting, sure thing. bring her along, the next time you are here. Does Priya also wants to become a police officer?’ I asked encouraging him. ‘Yes Madam, actually. This is why she constantly keeps asking me about you madam’ he spoke in a rush and struggling to maintain eye contact as his gaze kept dropping to my thighs.

Feeling a Cheap thrill, I quickly took the shawl and threw it to him. ‘Here, this is my gift to Priya then! I bought this during my last vacation at Ooty as it was quite chilly, a very nice shawl’ he grabbed it as if his life depended on it and a big smile emerged in his face as he nodded happily, ‘Thank you madam. Sorry again madam for that bathroom incident earlier. I should not have acted so cheaply madam’ he said looking away feeling a bit emotional. ‘You have been so kind to us, me and mother, and NOW to Priya whom you haven’t even seen yet. Helping and supporting our family a lot. sorry madam.’ he said looking defeated his gaze dropping down, but was strategically at my lap, trying to scan my shorts to get another quick glimpse at the outline of my pussy lips if possible, now that the shawl is off from there.

I shifted closer to him in the soda and put a hand on his shoulder, ‘HEY Shush!! Its OK. I would have killed you if you had uploaded that video somewhere. But it’s OK now. You are basically a Good boy! doing well in your studies, and also now to have Priya to worry about!’ added with a chuckle, as I still rubbed his shoulders and as I sat closer to him my thighs rubbed his gently. ‘Here, its getting cold’ and reached forward to fetch the coffee cup and as I did, it was purely accidental that krishna moved his arm and his left elbow brushed against my bra free right breast as he sat to my right. As I handed him the coffee, he could see me blushing as he was looking shocked himself too.

‘Madam, sorry madam’ he whispered back. Feeling so horny at that very moment, I tapped his thigh reassuringly, ‘Its OK Krishna, it was only a mistake’ (and pausing and stared at him ) ‘ISN’T IT?’ coming closer big eyed stared him down close to his face. ‘Yes yes madam yes madam, honestly a mistake madam, I didn’t know you are not...’ he abruptly stopped his sentence midway. ‘I AM NOT WHAT?’ tapped his thigh again prompting him. His throat drying up, in a croaky voice he finished with fear dancing in his eyes clearly, ‘not.. not wearing any..tttthing inside ..madam. sorry madam sorry madam’ he was bracing for an onslaught and he received one in kind. I slapped his thigh real hard, ‘NAUGHTY RASCAL’ I shouted blushing but smiling at the same time. ‘Its fully your fault that you disturbed me right out of my bed so early in the morning’. He looked confused and added slowly, ‘Madam , it was almost 10 AM in the morning when I rang your bell’ he said shaking his head.

Still unable to shirk off the shyness, blushing still but I marched on, ‘SO! tell me, if it’s not OK for Mister krishna I will go change into something else that is more suitable for you?’ I taunted him while I pinched his thigh real hard and smiled at the same time. wincing in pain, ‘AAAAAHW madam please madam. sorry madam, it’s your house, do what you like madam. ‘ and just as I thought he was done he decided to feel honest too, quickly rubbing his elbow, ‘this is the luckiest part of my body madam at the moment’ (referring to the brush he had with my bra-free boobs just now) and looked at me back with terror in his eyes. That comment instantly received another big pinch in his thigh but I laughed.’You naughty rascal! you should bribe me with money if I need to keep this comment away from Priya when you bring her here’ I added laughing.

As we laughed it off and finished our coffee I told him, ‘Thanks for coming here Krishna, but I don’t want to keep troubling you. Can you show me once what it is you’re doing exactly, to replace those sunken lights, I’ll manage it myself the next time, as they seem to be popping off almost regularly’ adding with a bit a frustration in my voice. ‘Sure sure madam. it’s very simple.’ he nodded happily getting up. I thought I noticed a bigger than normal bulge in his trousers as he got up, but quickly looked away (feeling happy that what I am doing to him is having the desired effect in him). I slowly got up too, ‘there should be a stool at the balcony’ and before I could finish he was off and back with it. I turned the lights on to show him which ones don’t come on and he readily dropped the stool under one of them as I turned it off again.

‘OK madam, it’s really this simple, watch carefully’ saying he stood up and carefully pushed the false ceiling panel up and undid the light and took it off. He was much taller than I am and did it effortlessly as he stood up on the stool and made it look really simple. Getting down he picked up the bag he brought along and pulled out a new light and got up again and replaced it within a few seconds. ‘This is push-pin model madam, so you just push it in or pull it out, that’s all’ explaining to me diligently as he replaced. Moved to stool the next one and looked at me questioningly if I would want to do the next. I nodded and signalled him to move aside and climbed up the stool. I knew damn well what would happen if I lifted my hands especially with the cheeky fellow standing right below me.

Took a big sigh and lifted both my hands asking him, ‘Is it like so?’ standing on my tip toes trying to reach the false ceiling and push it up with both my hands as gently as I could. My actions had the desired effect on him of course. Firstly the T shirt hiked up way over my midriff baring the tummy fully, secondly he could see the shape of my free hanging boobs under the T shirt very clearly and thirdly the shorts was betraying me with vengeance!! dutifully showing every tiny detail of my pussy right in front of his face. He stood there mesmerised, not even hearing my question, lost completely at the sight of my navel presented in front of him and the view bit below too as the waist line of the shorts dropped a bit as I stood stretched, full length.

Looked down with a big sigh seeing his reaction, feeling so naughty, stood like that for a few more seconds and pretended to not get it at all, even though pushing the false ceiling up to access the bulb was so damn straight forward then shouted, ‘ Tell me Krishna, how long will I stand like this?’ Snapping back to sense, ‘As long as I need madam, I mean you need madam, I mean, sorry yes, just push it gently with both your hands thats all. Ah yes yes’ he said smiling looking up, controlling his temptation to touch me as my navel was so close to his face now. I could actually literally feel his breath on my tummy.

Finally reaching for the bulbI added as I gently priced it out, ‘Krishna can you hold the stool, it seems to be shaking’ (even though it was perfectly still and alright). ‘Madam sure madam.’ he responded like a hero helping a Damsel in Distress and soon added, ‘Madam it’s unsafe to hold the stool so if you don’t mind, I will hold you ?’ looking up at me very expectantly. Smiling inwardly, but not looking down, (partly feeling too embarrassed at how MUCH of me is on display to that young boy now , I shouted back looking up still), ‘I AM OK rascal, but Priya may not be. Add this to your list of things I should not be telling Saroja and her’ I added with a giggle but even as I finished the sentence I felt Krishna’s hands switch from the stool to first grab my legs then instinctively slowly he crawled his hands up slowly to place it around my hips where the shorts’s waistband was and he added with a chuckle too, ‘Sure madam. It is quite a LONG list, At some stage It may be easier to go to the cell than to keep up with that list madam’ as he said his nose gently brushed my navel and his hands at the sides of my shorts waist band slowly, very slowly, very gently started lowering it.

I let out an AUDIBLE moan feeling his nose’s gentle nudge right on my navel but recovering immediately I shouted back, ‘CAREFUL KRISHNAAA!!!’ pretending that it is taking longer than usual to pull the bulb pins off the socket. No mistakes, he heard my moan for sure and replied, ‘yes yes madam. please take your time. very carefully , SLOWLY pull the bulb off madam’ (Stressing on the slolwy) as his hands around my hips were hyper carefully and slowly carried on lowering my shorts down even further and taking a chance, coming closer he gently blew into my navel, very gently. My whole body stiffened up and shuddered and as he was holding me he sensed it too and looking up, spotting that I stood there STILL with my eyes closed and not doing anything with the bulb, sensing, he blew one more time but this time, while blowing, using it as a distraction, slipped his fingers into the shorts at either side of the hip and gave it a gentle tug. It slipped down some more now, revealing the tip of my bush!! and couldn’t believe himself he stared at that sight wide eyed.

As he stopped blowing, I finally had a chance to compose myself and pulling the bulb off its socket quickly but hadn’t realised how far down my shorts had dropped down already, as I was too distracted with his ministrations on my navel. Shouted ‘HERE , hand me the new bulb. This doesn’t seem do difficult after all’ I said handing the fused one to him. ‘Yes madam. it’s rather simple no?’ taking the bulb quickly from me and handing me the new one ‘please be careful not to touch any wiring when you slot it back in madam. Don’t worry, I am holding you tight’ he added as he took his hands back to my hip and his eyes back to my crotch and his nose back to my navel, up close.

As I tip toed back again, to reach up to the bulb socket and slot it back in, I had a vague feeling that perhaps the shots had slipped down a bit, but not minding too much of it now and decided to focus I carefully tried to slot the pins of that LED bulb in the corresponding pinholes in the socket. Just as I was carrying on, my shorts dropped another inch to show my trimmed but hairy thatch to Krishna, the second person to see that up close in as many days!!! Not realising the view he was getting , thinking that he was only staring at my bare tummy, I slowly stuffed it back in, holding the false ceiling up with one hand. It was only whenI felt a warm breath of air brush my pubes I jolted in shock, realising what just happened, as my mind worked in overdrive. I looked down, instinctively clutching my thighs together, I saw from the sides of my hips, how much the shorts had slipped down and his hands were holding and gently rubbing my lower hips in fact! I My own boobs were blocking my direct view down at that angle of my crotch, but can work out form how close his face was, I could imagine, Mister Wannabe Civil Engineer is constructing a whole new city there demolishing my bush. A new wave of passion washed me through and I felt hornier than ever standing there like that. I stood still for a few more moments, then deciding enough is enough plugged the bulb and shouted, ‘ITS DONE I think Krishna, can you turn on the light?’ Quickly looking up nodding at me he was off. As he stepped away, I quickly looked down at my crotch and was positively horrified at how much was on display and thought, ‘Few more minutes, he would have pulled it off fully!!!’ and urgently pulled it back up, blushing. The very thought of what Krishna must have seen and enjoyed and what must have been going through his mind right now, and wanting to find out etc. made me hyper horny.

Just then he flipped the switches and all the lights came on and I shouted ‘Yaaay’ and got down from the stool. As he approached me to take the stool away, ‘Thanks Krishna, Go get your eyes checked though’ Picking up the stool he turned around with a confused look, ‘WHY MADAM?’ I chuckled as I walked back to the bedroom and said not even looking at him, ‘YOU HAVE BEEN STARING AT THINGS YOU SHOULDN’T BE STARING UP CLOSE’ and chuckled and shut the bedroom door and RAN to the bed and fell in it covered my face in utter shame, and shook my head in disbelief thinking even how I managed all that I did there. With eyes shut my mind replayed over and over, krishna’s hands on my hips, his gently blowing into my navel and his naughty act of pulling my shorts down so innocently, all of it over and over making me almost about to burst off into a rocking climax. But I wanted for him to be gone, so controlling myself, squeezing my mound over the shorts a good few times I sat up and ran to the bathroom and washed my face with cold water several times and wiping my face dry I stepped out.

Just before heading out of the bedroom I remembered one more thing and rushed to fetch the painting that the minister had gifted and grabbed it from the wardrobe and stepped out with it just when krishna decided to sit on the sofa again. ‘One last help Krishna, can you please hang this painting in the wall here?’ turning to point, ‘there should be nails and hammer in the tool box at the balcony.’ ‘Oh sure madam’ he got up and just as I expected he almost ranout trying ot mask but there it was ! evidently a MAMMOTH Hardon! I let out a low whistle and whispered to myself, ‘God save Priya’ and chuckled. He came back with the tools and the stool and next few minutes focused on mounting the picture on the wall. On purpose I came and stood on to his side and watched the obscenely sticking out erection, casually as If holding a conversation with me and it slowly subsided even as I watched, as he focused on the job at hand.

‘Thanks a lot Krishna’ I told him as he stood down and walked away to put back the tools, thinking in my mind (as the sight of his erection flashed before me) it looks like we are not done yet!! He came back and said happily, ‘Why thanks and all madam?’ and quickly grabbing the scarf from the sofa that I presented for Priya, ‘Ok madam, I will bring Priya along next week if that’s OK for you madam?’ and as I nodded he thanked me again and vanished in a jiffy - as I thought - No doubt to rush home and relieve himself off - with a chuckle and headed for the shower as other things suddenly occupied my mind such as making travel plans to take the bus back home tonight. Reminding to call my grocery hero , my husband Ravi after the shower, I dashed into the bathroom.