The Promotion - Chapter 21 - The Training - part 1 of 2

 

Chapter 21  

The Training - part 1 of 2

As the morning sun blazed in its full glory already at 8AM, I stuffed mouthfuls of the reheated delicious biriyani from Saroja’s dinner the previous night half-listening to the News. The TRP oriented ‘News Industry’ sensationalising everything. Today’s fodder involved trying to work up a controversy on how ‘dangerous’ the pizza-delivery men have become, after a silly accident where a pizza deliver rammed into a stray dog on the road. 3 people from the screens all at the same time were vomiting their vendettas in the name of ‘opinions’ taking and exchanging sides - ranging from the stray dogs problem in the city, to the carless driving of these newly named ‘delivery-devils’. Turning the TV off, in disgust, cursing the whole lot ‘Morons’, I quickly finished the breakfast.

Dashed to the wardrobe to pull out the belt, securing it quickly on to the loops of the primly clad uniform, satisfied with ‘everything’ after a quick double-check at the mirror, I promptly stepped out of the house dawning the Helmet, started the bike, looking forward to the trip to the Training academy. Its an hour’s ride away from the city and a secluded area that is shared between the various forces for the various training sessions.

It was a while since I had such long rides, but it took my mind off the mischief from Uncle the evening before. I felt quite bad, since earlier in the morning, the call that woke me up 10 minutes before the scheduled Alarm was from Ravi, my hubby. It’s been a full 3 days since I left home and he was calling to enquire if I am alright and his tone, full of caring and sincerity, apologised for being so rude and just a plain dickhead to me while I was there. It felt good to hear him say that, while I initially responded cagily, in the end I caved in, unable to stay angry at him any longer especially I hadn’t been Miss Virtuous either, by being on the adventure ride with Panda and now latest spike in excitement at the mischievous hands of uncle the night before! I was in no position to take any high moral stand against Ravi, even though he wasn’t exactly a fire-cracker in bed and wasn’t ‘lighting’ me up every time he touched me.

My subdued response actually surprised him and he asked me suspiciously, ‘Is everything alright Vandumaaa?’ as he was expecting me to explode fighting. I ended the call shortly after, promising to call later and also to visit again soon, once am back from the official trip with the minister. He seemed happy and convinced, momentarily and didn’t seem to suspect anything. But, yes. The Long bike ride has taken my mind off these unnecessary distractions and eventually as I reached the destination, a smile automatically formed onto my face as I locked the bike. Looking at the entrance, pushing the chest out, brimming with pride, full of aspirations to progress, I walked up to it. The old board that had almost lost all its paint and rusting from all sides that read ‘Officers Training Academy’ seem to me like the most beautiful thing there was in the world at that moment.

As I walked to the entrance, the Gurkha asked me to sign the register and saluted me with respect. I asked him for Major Srikanth’s office and he grew into a big smile and explained, ‘Oh Madamji, he has just retired last week. But you can still find him in his residence quarters’ and pointed me to the buildings at the far corner, away from the imposing main building that was facing us. Confused a bit at first and reaffirming the details from that genial and helpful sentry, I thanked him and swiftly walked to the old cottage at the far corner.

Reaching the old building, I knocked the door and an extremely fit, agile and able-bodied man with only indication of age being his neatly trimmed silver hair, presented himself with a big smile. Patting me on my shoulder with a practised ease and looking at me in delight as if I am his old school bestie, almost dragged me inside his house with his big laughter as he boomed, ‘Vandana, I presume dear?’ With his accent sounding clipped and posh, added the intrigue factor for me as I nodded bobbing my head gently, feeling his massive paw rubbing my back gently.

‘Take a seat dear’ pointing me to the wooden chair at his office desk and walked across to his cabinet to pull out my file. Dressed in loose white cotton shirt, liberally showing his chest hair as the first 2 buttons were carelessly undone, accompanied by a loose pair of khaki shorts with plenty of pockets everywhere, walking around barefoot, he really looked the part of some dude chilling out on his holidays. He carried himself with an elegant ease. I was too spellbound, taking him all in, looking at him in awe, as he pulled up his chair and sat next to me. As he opened the file with a smile. ‘We don’t get very many beautiful officers here like you dear. Pardon my politically inappropriate language and actions, as I am sure you’ve noticed by now, I am an old fella from your father’s generation’ he said that with a big smile and patted my back genially as I managed to laugh and nod.

‘Hope you don’t mind?’, not waiting for my confirmation, he took his time to pick up and re-light his half smoked and put out cigar and pulled back the file to review my details again, but his shift in focus was amazing, all of a sudden his eyes zoned in on the file and he was so focussed until he was done reading every little section of all 4 pages taking his time, forgetting all else. Finally putting the file away he turned to look at me bellowing another huge puff of smoke, taking a hearty drag of that killer stick.

Normally my training candidates stand in front of me in attention, he said with a glint in his eyes. Confused a bit, as he was the one who told me to sit at first, but knowing better than that to argue, I instantly stood up right, in attention right next to him and announced myself in a loud voice, ‘Inspector Vandana, reporting sir!’ Not even looking at me, with the years of practiced ease, he shuffled around the papers yet again and folding, putting the file away - ‘Officer, you are a Karate Black belt, it says here. Can you blow a candle with a punch for me?’

Still standing stiff in attention, I thought he was joking, but he was dead-serious. I barked back looking at the walls past him, ‘Yes Sir. I sure can sir!’ , Not stopping a beat, ‘Oh that would be too easy girl, I want 2 candles on a line from 2 feet away, can you manage that?’ stiffening up, biting my lips I nodded, ‘Yes sir, I can Try sir’ trying my best to mask the concern growing within.

Slowly a smile erupting his hardened lips as he gestured me, ‘at ease girl’ and as I relaxed he brought his hand around my waist, pulled me closer and in the process giving the left hip a good squeeze over my hip and before my mind had thought of any words to protest he let go of me looking up, ‘Its not common to find this unusual combination of beauty with brains and muscle, all in one package dear! As I said earlier, I am an old timer, Don’t take my comments to heart. Its an honest compliment’ he said while quickly patting my back in appreciation but while he brought his hand down, his fingers chose a detour to trace my butt crack along the way out. Reflexively I stiffened, clenching my butt cheeks and squealed a ‘SSSSSSssiirrrrrr!, Pleaaaasse Noooo!!!!’ and shaking my head in disdain I pushed his hand away with mine, even as I felt his fingers feeling up my crack - squirming away! He guffawed aloud, putting his cigar away back in the tray ‘Hahaaa, I don’t remember asking you back in attention Officer!!’

I stood annoyed and embarrassed face, my cheeks burning red, at this “college-style ragging” he was subjecting me to - as I pondered if I should tell him to restrain his ‘touchy-feely enthusiasm’! He patted my shoulder signalling me to sit, good-naturedly, announcing, ‘I need to amend my earlier compliment dear, a Shy and angry beauty with brains and muscles you are!’ and laughed even more, as I protested, ‘SIRRRRR! That’s enough please!’ shaking my head quite annoyed.

Completely ignoring me, he stood up and disappeared into the kitchen and came back in a minute with two Candles and took his time to light them up on the table next to each other. With sudden seriousness showing me the 2 feet mark, he instructed, ‘Ok Stand here. Time for you to show your blow-job skills girl.’ with that curious smile focussed on the candle, ignoring eye-contact as he delivered that cheap shot. Despite everything, As I heard that dirty reference, I shook my head, simply unable to keep up with his pace!! My emotions were in wild rollercoaster already, as I was poked and prodded one moment and the next I am here trying to perform a move requiring full focus and expertise. With nothing to lose, I closed my eyes and took my own time, breathing deeper a few times, prepared myself mentally as I stood in stance. Opened my eyes to focus on the candles. Major was drilling me through chewing his cigar, but also with focus and concentration, any trace of playfulness he showed earlier had evaporated from within him.

Though putting off one chandle is simple enough move, I hadn’t really practiced ever with 2 of them and at this distance afar too. I wasn’t sure if it would work, but having got nothing to lose, I decided to go for it with all the concentration and energy. Moving back, taking position, taking a few more deep breaths, when I felt ready, I delivered a typical karate punch in the air, accurately from a distance of 2 feet, focussing all my energy on to the candles with a big scream of ‘Eeeeeyaaaaaaahhhh’!

The candle to the left blew out immediately but even as I watched with a pounding heart, the one on the right flickered briefly but eventually had snuffed too!! There was a pin drop silence for several moments after that as we both stared at the tiny stream of smoke that came out of the blown out candles. Finally I heard his voice from miles away, ‘REMARKABLE DEAR’ . I slowly pulled myself back out of ‘the zone’, back into the reality, as the major stood up, tossed the cigar back in the tray and came up to give me a big hug. ‘Darn!!! That was quite remarkable dear. That was quite something! You have everything that it takes, to become a gradeA sniper’

This time, there was not naughty intent in his hug and he was truly impressed by what he saw and it was a gracious appreciation from him and needless to say, I was chuffed too and welling with pride. Truth be said, I was discovering myself there, till then I didn’t know I could do that. As he was releasing me, his hands slid down to my sides, still on my hips, just over my belt, holding me still, his naughty grin returning, as his fingers ran along my belt, ‘That Black belt of yours I am sure has complemented very well this police issue belt dear!’ he chuckled as one of his fingers slid under the belt at the side and gave it a playful tug.

My mind still reeling with that karate punch, as I managed a warm smile and a ‘Thank you sir’, gently pushing his hands off my belt from both sides. Looking right into my eyes, up close, grinning bigger, as I pushed his hands away from me he suddenly brought them around behind me, grabbing both my butt cheeks and gave a good squeeze! I squealed a protest with a ‘SIRRRRRRRRRR!!! ’ standing in tip toes, holding his hands with mine, shaking my head in disapproval, asking him to stop with my gestures! Not in any rush to let go, continuing to squeeze, not in the least bit bothered by my squirms, letting his right hand fingers slide along my butt crevice, pointedly enjoying my embarrassment registering on my face, he announced in a serious tone, ‘Not only are you gifted with these beautiful globes here, but the brains, the talent and the burning ambition to match it up dear!’

As I stood on tip toes with my chest upright, butt clenched, with both my hands behind me in an attempt to stop his BIG hands busy familiarising with every inch of the contour of my butt-cheeks, both my tits squished properly on to his chest and from up close I could literally smell the stale-sweet tobacco odour from his mouth.

Finally, releasing me with a comment, ‘You’d be a liar if you said you didn’t enjoy that even one bit!’ Shaking my head, still red-cheeked I turned around to step away from him and was presented with a loud SLAP on to my left butt cheek. With a chuckle he whispered ‘I am NOT your Inspector Pandian. This may have reminded him of you but Don’t compare him with me.’ as I stood there in stunned silence to those words.

SIT, I heard his voice from behind me. I was still recoiling from what I heard, in surprise. At the intimate details he knew of me. I am sure there was no mention of Pandian’s misbehaviour in my public access record. There was not a second of dull moment for me yet with the Major, as I slowly sat in the chair, rubbing my stinging bum with my hand. This Major obviously is oozing tonnes of charm, self-assured confidence and can clearly see from his words, someone who knows exactly what they are doing and what they are talking about. Just as I was about to speak, he raised his arm to shut me off, ‘are you going to ask me how I knew about Pandian?’ I slumped back in the chair nodding vaguely, wondering how I became so predictable! It almost seemed like a real life puppet show with him the puppet master, pulling my strings! Somehow, try as I may, I seem completely spellbound in his presence and felt utterly powerless to resist!

He reached for his cigar back and taking a big puff and putting it away, announcing proudly - ‘a proper cuban one! none of this low quality stuff’ pointing to that burning stick and putting it away, ‘I have just retired dear last week, but holding the fort until Major Arun could join the posting next month. Normally candidates with political recommendations aren’t the brightest but you are good enough to be warranted the much sought after “training spot” purely by merit. You are extraordinarily talented, motivated and focused, I can see. Also the icing on the cake is you are not hot headed and somewhat accommodating too, where pragmatism would allow. Isn’t it dear?’ he said chuckling, looking deep into my eyes. That probing look and the very direct yet completely accurate appraisal of me, made me squirm uneasily! ‘Are you feeling a mix of pride and shame in hearing these words?’ he paused, looked satisfied, as I nodded in acknowledgement. I’ve never felt so bare and exposed in my life as I sat chewing my lips looking down at his hairy calf and his off-white Nike Shoes.

Observing me intently, allowing a few moments for my thoughts to linger, he carried on, ‘ There’s nothing wrong in creating opportunities for oneself dear, as long as you know your boundaries! Now, lets do your induction’, abruptly switching topic, pulling his chair closer to me, grabbing the neatly laid out material at his desk and he started explaining, with a premise. ‘I’d usually do this in front of a packed squad of elite Jawans who thank their lucky stars to be part of the camp, but as I said dear, you are equally special and deserve every bit of it. I saw your rifle school records, but I guarantee you, this is totally next level’ and smiled at my stunned look and with a gentle nod, carried on. Ever since I stepped into his quaint old cottage, I’d been on the edge and nervy the whole time, but as soon as he started his lecture it was a whole different thing indeed. It was like teleported to another realm, literally!

The next hour and half was so completely immersive and it flew by with him imparting his deeply ingrained wisdom with so much passion and involvement and me soaking it all in, with rapt attention like a sponge! He covered the broad scope ranging from the ‘need’ for the Snipers in first place, covering the political aspects to the armed combat missions and switching seamlessly into the scope rifles and the theory behind them and what is expected of them in the course , what will be taught etc. That was the best 90 minutes thus far in my life and he elevated my expectations with his inviting delivery that i couldn’t wait to get my hands on one.

After the lecture session, he stood up, stretched and walked to his kitchen calling out ‘Lets have a Tea break!’ and hearing my footsteps follow, he asked me, ‘Do you cook much?’ I giggled and admitted honestly, ‘No sir, very rarely do. I have a legend called Saroja whose cooking is divine.’ He chuckled nodding, ‘figured as much! someone so ambitious like you won’t want to waste time in such mundane activities’, he said turning the kettle on and pointing to the cupboard opposite, ‘fetch us the cups’.

As I returned back with the cups, he was peering out of the kitchen window, ‘hmm.. this doesn’t look good, the dark clouds looming.’ He looked back at me pouring the hot water over the tea bags, with a concerned look, ‘Are you sure Vandana, you want to do your hands on today? Rain automatically increases the level of difficulty to the target, as you may well know’ As I leaned forwards against the kitchen counter to peer closer at the window, to see for my self. He came up right behind me and in a low voice ,’ The view outside the window doesn’t look good isn’t it?’ as he said, his left hand slipped down and his fingers slowly traced my butt crevice that was so conveniently jutting out, as I has been standing pushing my hips against the kitchen counter!! ‘Oh but the view right here is a CRACKING dear!’ he said laughing aloud as his fingers traced my butt crack over the trouser!!

I began nodding in response, but found myself let out a BIG SHRIEK as I impulsively clenched my butt cheeks and Jerked wildly and jumped away, screaming, ‘Siiiiirrrrr ppll..eaaaseee…. Stop STOP THAT hhaaha ,.. NO.. don’t… pleasee…!!! ’ and stood squirming a couple of feet away from him, unable to face him, feeling all embarrassed and red unsure of whether to yell at him or reprimand him and in this case unable to do either of it.. stood there stunned in shock and shyness. ‘Dear Oh dear! You’re delightfully sensitive there aren’t you?? haha! and love the way your face goes all red! Am sure you’re secretly proud of those beauty globes you have back there!!!’ and seeing me burn in shame, avoiding eye contact, complaining ‘Siirrrrr! enough! please…’ He laughed out so loud in a big guffaw and immediately came closer to me and gave me a gentle bear hug and letting me go, in a very honest and sincere voice, ‘Sorry Vandana, that was too irresistible, with your booty in such inviting display, even an old goon like me, could not resist’ adding that with a chuckle, ‘please take it as a compliment dear. I have retired already and not much to look forward in my life, except when I come across Sparkling stars like you!’

That silly flattery had actually soothed me as I felt a lot less agitated and embarrassed and finally even managed to look up at him and offer a smile back. He came closer and patted my shoulder with a booming , ‘attagirl’ and turned around announcing, ‘help yourself’ and fetched his mug of tea and went back to the living room. I followed him and sat next to him in the couch and as we sipped the tea, he asked me again, ‘Are you sure dear you want your first session to be challenging already? it looks like its going to rain soon’ I looked at the wall clock behind him and its not even mid morning yet and I have the whole day left for me and I have travelled a long distance to get here and this is too important to start with someone as knowledgeable as him. Without hesitation, I nodded, ‘sure sir. This is very important for me, As long as you are Ok with it, I am all for it sir’ Nodding with a smile, he carried on with some more chit chat and banter as we finished the tea.

He then took me to the Ammunitions station, a short 10 minutes walk. There was no one else there. ‘There is a Parade rehearsal going on this week, hence the academy is deserted’ saying so, he took me to the long range, scope rifles section and on the way stopping to open the door of another locked room. As he did there came in view various other rifles, machine-guns and sub-machine guns placed there neatly. As I looked at it eyes-wide I felt a sharp slap land on my buttocks over my trouser… making me yelp a ‘Sirrrrrr!’ in surprise, rubbing my back. He chuckled in response, ‘We do train our troops on a regular basis on a variety of combat techniques. How many weapons you see there do you recognise? ‘ he asked with the smile intact. Still rubbing my back, smiling back at him I quickly replied pointing at one by one and the more I was answering the more it was his turn to be surprised. ‘Good god GIRL!!!! I was right about you all along!’( and now inevitably another slap landed on my back, though i was more prepared now and moved aside to escape the bulk of the impact, shouting SIRR.. no, please’ with a squeal, showing my protest)… He shook his head still impressed, ‘Good heavens! You have not only done your homework but had gone above and beyond.’ saying he put a hand on my shoulder and gently steered me along to the next room.

Opening the door he lead me inside, ‘This is the purpose of your visit’ with a big dramatic gesture he threw his arms out, presenting 3 rows of sniper rifles stacked there. ‘As you can see, there are 3 different models. As you did so well in identifying the makes in the room before, I let you choose the model of your choice. Normally a total novice will not be allowed any such privileges. Go on!’ I was ‘slapped’ forward again to make my choice and I slowly was becoming ‘Conditioned’ to my bottom being being treated this way. This time I hardly complained or protested!

I jolted forward, closer to those rifles in utter fascination and all that I had been reading about, I am seeing them all for real and I could feel the tiny hair behind my neck raise as a surreal feeling came on about. Trying to decide between the Sig-Sauer and Beretta Scorpio, with a bit of confusion as I touched the Beretta, the big booming voice announced from behind - ‘yes a good wise choice, the light weight Beretta-scorpio. Ideal for a day like this where the weather could pose a challenging element. I am sure you have thoroughly studied about this beauty. I am not going to quiz you more.’

As I nodded, he nonchalantly took the rifle from my hand and for the next 10 minutes gave a detailed low down on the basics, the usage and the caution lecture and handed it to me finally when he looked satisfied that i got everything he said in my head. Picking up a pack of shells he walked out of the room, as we stepped out, he signed the register and locked the room and we stepped out.

It was a good walk to the desolate wastelands at the back of the buildings, that was largely unkempt and some sections cleared, just enough room to walk, through the thorny bushes. After a good 15 min walk, we reached a large clearing and I can see what appeared to be a variety of targets at the distance - some rusted canisters, some mounted target sheets etc at varying distances, several times further away from my ‘comfort zone’ at the police shooting academy.

As I took the scenery in, peering at the targets, squinting my eyes, I felt Major’s hand on my shoulder gently patting, ‘What do you reckon girl?’ and he thrusted the rifle into my hand. I chuckled nervously as a mix of excitement and fear gripped me in. ‘Anything you know about this gun?’ he asked casually.

Taking the rifle again in my hand and scanning it carefully, momentarily ignoring him, tried some basic operations to confirm my theoretical knowledge is aligned with what I have in hand and also it was much lighter than I’d imagined. With a smile, I spoke of everything I know of the model as the Major nodded slowly, his opinion of me growing higher by the second.

Right then… off we go, he announced, cutting me short, off to the post 1 , he pointed to the raised mound ahead of us and as we approached, handed me the binoculars to view the lined up 5 targets of very large bulls-eyes but rather far away. ‘It’s 500m’ he announced. ‘I am sure you can crack this ‘ as he announced he looked at my rear… and I giggled and swiftly moved away from him, ‘Don’t even think about it again sir!!’ laughing (remembering what he did at the kitchen when he said “cracking” before)

With a good natured laugh, he explained the operation of the rifle, just to be sure from his side and let me load it and ordered, ‘take position’ and saw me approach the first cover area arrangement filled with Sandbags around the side and an elevated muddy section resembling a pedestal to mount the rifle.

As I lay down on the ground and mounted the rifle and got ready in my own time, he watched me with interest, knowing full well the mistakes I am making in my stance, stood at a distance allowing me to fail. After I fired the first shot, missing the mark completely and also got a jolt back on my left shoulder during recoil, as I sat up holding my shoulder, he came close to me with a big smile and hand on my shoulder, casually slipping it inside my shirt and giving my sports bra a tug, slipping his hand fully inside, shouting ‘SSHH SSSHH’ arresting my protests as he rubbed my collar bone and the region bit below - seeing me calm a bit, he announced, ‘its really important to increase the blood flow as much and as quickly as possible after such recoil, it may look dull and painless dear for now.. but give it a few mins you will walk back to your bike in search of Iodex’… and which is why we have such Mundane first aid items with us… (saying he pulled a small bottle of it fro his kit bag )

As. I sat, he was administering the shoulder rub squatting by my side and I looked up and thanked him, as I felt his other hand had loosened my first shirt button and even though it wasn’t that painful, I fully believed him when he said to not leave it until later.. and his hand slipped inside the shirt and the bra like before and he generously applied the cream and gently massaged it as I leaned back on the dug out and with a smile and a wink looked at him, ‘Sir, do you also do such a service to all your elite Jawans too?’ and giggled, as it was my turn to get naughty.

He rubbed for a few more seconds with a smile forming on to his lips and when he felt he was satisfied with the medication, he looked up at my face and his mischievous glint returning in his eyes and even as I was wondering ‘What is it going to me now?’ he slipped his hand that was on my collar bone under the already stretched elasticated sports bra and his palm fully wrapped around my naked left breast under the bra as I sat fully upright screaming ‘ SIRRRRRRR!! Stop it NOO!! ’ holding his hand with both my hands. As he came closer to my reddened-cheeks he replied amidst my screams, ‘You see dear, none of the Jawans have such nice assets like you have here’ and with a chuckle and with his thumb and index fingers rubbing right over my nipple to have a feel of it for a second or two, before he let go and pulled his hand out.

Despite the location and the seriousness of it, all his fingering of my backside and now this, I realised that I a slowly working up the wetness down there!! With such thoughts lingering in my mind, I sat up huffing and puffing. As I gathered my breath and composed myself, he sat next to me and said, ‘OK, now time to go through the mistakes from the previous attempt - so we try to at least hit the target at least, if not for he bull’s eye. You need to give me 5 out of 5 to drill the middle of the target, from this close range, before you can move to next level.

As I heard that it somehow felt that it’s going to be a very long afternoon ahead of me!!!

The Promotion - Chapter 20

The Promotion 

Chapter -20

Arriving home after the hour long jog and the workout, drenched in sweat, FELT GOOD, with my spirits up definitely - after that marathon guilt-trip with Panda at the theatre the previous day! It still felt very surreal - as the door clicked shut behind me, the thoughts of his magically gentle hands all over me played in my head, causing me to shudder. Snapping out of it, I walked across the hall to the shower shouting a ‘Panda you Devil!!’ with a grin on my face. The feeling of the hot water from the power shower felt really good and soothing as I stood there for an eternity washing myself off the grime, dirt and along with it, my proverbial sins too! Feeling energised I stepped out, got dressed and still feeling tired at the lack of sleep and the workout slumped in the bed and the gentle breeze from the ceiling fan put me out for good.
Waking up to the clanging of the dishes in the kitchen, checking the time, I realised I had slept for a full 4 hours as Saroja has already come and started cooking dinner. Still sleepy, I walked up to the kitchen and gave her an affectionate hug, asking if she feels better now and fully recovered. Seeing the BIG smile on her face cheered me up! Back to my room, turning the laptop on, Major Srikanth’s email was staring at my face reminding of my appointment with him tomorrow morning. Kicking out the lingering laziness, I started Ironing all my Uniforms, feeling more ready than ever. As I was just finishing up, the phone beeped and as I peeped, it was Madhavan uncle on a Video Call request. Dressed in my T shirt and shorts I took that ‘whatsapp video call’ which has become his routine, of late.
His big genuinely happy to see me laughter was infectious. As I laughed along, he shouted cheerfully - ‘Hello my favourite Police!! Welcome back! Did you have a good trip?’ I nodded with a smile, ‘Yes Uncle thank you’ and felt equally happy to see him as I waved at him. ‘Oh what is it that I see in the background? Are you ironing your Uniforms?’ I nodded, ‘Yes Uncle, getting ready. I have the appointment with Major Srikanth tomorrow morning and then from the evening, as you know, my first assignment with the Minister for his weekend trip with his cabinet’.
He nodded, ‘As a matter of fact, that is the reason I am calling. Can you come to my place now? May be put on one of your uniforms, OK? I will only be at the house for the next hour and going somewhere after, so come quickly dear’. Saying he disconnected the call abruptly, not even his typical naughtiness was there, making me think it really ought to be urgent and important.
I quickly dressed in one of the uniforms, nice and prim. put on the cap and ran to Saroja taking in the heavenly flavours of her Biriyani, tasting an mouthful, gave her another quick squeeze on her shoulders, ‘OHH my hero!! this melts in my mouth, please keep it in the hot pack. I need to go now urgently, will come back and have it. Thank you Saroja’, as I spoke, I spotted the bag that I brought back from the town which contained sweets and savouries my dear in-law made for me. I quickly packed some of it for Uncle and dashed out to my 2-wheeler.
Traffic was light and 15 mins after he called, I was at his gate and Uncle’s watchman respectfully saluted and opened the gate of his compounded property. Though I knew his address, this is the first time I am visiting Uncle in his house and was impressed by the grandeur of his place. Made me wonder if the opulence of this place is on par with that of the minister’s as i walked across the portico to reach the main door in a rush, still it was impossible to miss the impressive 25 feet tall Ornamental African Banana tree that looked imposingly like a HUGE FAN. It sure is a showstopper.
As I stood at the entrance, for a moment taking in the beauty of the tree, the door opened and Uncle’s voice boomed - ‘OH Are you enjoying the of those Uniformly patterned Fans of that Madagascar Banana tree dear? In fact I am a bigger fan of this beauty in Uniform’ ! As he said that he laughed aloud clearly enjoying the blush on my cheeks and the shy smile - at that compliment. I too clapped my hands and made a elaborately fake bow and a pirouette and mocked him in a shrill voice - ‘Waah Uncle Waah, what a transformation in a week, from a brainy aide to the Minister to a proper Poet!’ and grinned as I got closer to him handing him the bag, ‘a little something from my dear mother-in-law’
The smile in tact, ignoring the bag of sweets , but grabbing my outstretched arm, pulling me in the expansive hall, closing the door behind, ‘Welcome to my humble abode Vandu’ and gave me a “bear hug”. Not left with much choice, holding the bag in one hand clumsily, I hugged him back feeling my tits press against his massive chest. Even as he released his grip, his hands held waist. I responded with a chuckle, ‘humble abode, indeed Uncle’ looking around. As I said, I felt a pinch on my left waist Just above the belt on my Hip, as his fingers DUG IN suddenly, all at once - making me chuckle and jump away, as memories of how insanely naughty uncle could get, in very short moments of time, unexpectedly.
In a shrill voice, I complained - ‘Not fair Uncle, not even a full 30 seconds had passed since I got in’ walking away from him to put the bag of sweets I brought on the dining table at the far end of the hall, shouting, ‘I am pretty sure, this is NOT why you called me here for. what is it uncle? what was so urgent?’
As I turned to face him, he was already climbing the stairs on the other end of the hall signalling me to follow. I sprinted along behind him and we reached his huge office room in the first floor. A Quintessential executive suite with a huge table and lot of files neatly laid out and an open laptop on one side and also retro style glass paper weights on top of some important papers. One look at that gave an impression that Uncle is a very organised person, which reflects upon his success apparently!
Without wasting much time, he walked around and sat on the huge leather chair asking me to come in and as i got inside, signalled me to close the door, muttering, ‘Keeps the AC in’ . I did as told and walked right up to his side and stood next to him, still curious to know why he called me in for, as the suspense was eating me alive.
As I stood up close he said, ‘Of course there is more than JUST wanting to do this Vandu’ saying he slipped his arm around me, pulled me closer to his chair and grabbed my butt cheeks over the tight trousers, with his thumb sinking and dragging along the crack as he used it to anchor himself to allow his other 4 fingers to cop a GOOD feel of the shapely butt-cheek. I yelped ‘Uncleeeeee…….!!’ slapping his hand off, inevitably jerked all around, until i could manage to finally brush his hand off my butt cheeks. I gently pinched back his arm with both my hands, shouting in a shrill voice - ‘Try being LESS Naughty Uncle’ …
With a big laugh, not minding the pinches one bit, he casually swivelled to open the Desk drawer and pulled out a small packet, properly wrapped in paper bag. ‘Here Vandu dear, as you know me by now.. I am not just playful’ As I looked at the packet emerge in his hand my impressions changed and in a lowered more serious tone, ‘What is it uncle?’ I stood still and almost mechanically took it from him. As I unwrapped the packet, his hand went around me again as he was playfully rubbing my hips and giving gentle squeezes to my butt cheeks.
Ignoring his naughtiness, I opened it and my eyes went wide first and as I looked at him with mouth agape, just whispering ‘Thank you Uncle’ with my eyes almost watering, he grabbed my waist and pulled me closer again and hugged me properly circling his arms around me, pressing a side of his face on to my tummy. He whispered back, ‘Shhsshh… No need to be emotional Vandu dear. I DO think of you even during my busy schedule you see’ and planted a gentle kiss on my palm, pulling my hand closer.
I thanked him again for his gift - a new sets of my ‘insignia’ , the new bade of 3 stars to go with my promotion as Inspector now. It was a very nice thoughtful gesture indeed. Although the department issue was due next week to 10 days anyways, but seeing the 3 Stars twin-pack insignia gift set from Uncle, just in time when I started the new position, really moved me. He need not have to do this at all. ‘So this is why you called me Uncle?’ I asked him happily, giving his shoulder a gentle squeeze.
He pulled back from the hug and turned to look at the wall clock, ‘Oh there is still 30 mins before I need to go to see the minister. But NO. There is something else too Vandu. Something very important I have to ask you… its work related but before that YOU need to tell me something else. We still have the time.’ That familiar mischievous glint returned to his face, as he pulled me suddenly and made me sit on his lap. That massive executive chair was purpose built to take on such added weight, clearly. I screamed laughing ‘UNCLE , what is this? let me go!!’ but was unable to free up, as his Big arm was around me, circling over my tummy, holding me in place.
After a brief struggle, I stopped struggling, leaning on to him and asked in a low voice - ‘What is it you want to know? This does not sound good at all , Should I be worried Uncle?’ As I asked, his hand that was resting on my trouser belt buckle, slipped upwards a bit. Before I sensed his naughty mind and what he is up to and bring my hand to stop him, his index finger had already slipped in the gap between the buttons on my shirt and with my one arm around his shoulder for balance and my other arm holding his hand that just breached my shirt, I SAT UP shouting ‘UNCLE!!!!!! Noo.. .STOP it… ‘ His fingers were feeling my bare tummy YET again, but it felt quite awkward and also gave the sense of me somehow being ‘violated’ when he did that while i was in uniform.
As I sat up, still sitting on his lap, his index finger JUST then slipped into my navel, strangely it made both us a Sigh and moan - for clearly related yet not the same reason. As he carried on poking my navel through the gap in the shirt, Uncle whispered, ‘You know Vandu, I SO LOVE IT, when you dress like this, with just the shirt and bra on… and no shimmies under!’ When he said bra, he gave my right breast a quick squeeze with his free hand and received a slap on it immediately even as I had to put up with those direct remarks with a cringe!!
As is his trademark, Uncle abruptly switched topic enjoying the sight of me squirming delightfully to his tune - especially to the command of his right hand index finger tip! Just after making me jerk he asked in a whisper, ‘Vandu, I need a favour from you. Do you know the minister Nadesan?’ I held and pumped his hand indicating him to stop his naughtiness, cheeks reddening, while nodding amidst huffing, ‘yeaahh… yeaaah…’ trying to gain composure as I looked at him implying ‘what about Nadesan’
Suddenly becoming dead serious, ‘Can you find out if there are any still open cases against him or his family or even closed ones from the past that could be of help’ eyeing at me scandalously. I looked back at him incredibly. ‘Firstly Uncle, this is wrong, but even more so, I am confused. I thought he belongs to the same party as you lot?’ I was confused genuinely. As I was protesting and asking, the last button in the shirt from above the belt has come loose in a silky movement and the sudden crowding of the remaining fingers all around my navel made me sit bolt upright and look down to be ‘horrified’ to see all of uncle’s fingers has slipped inside the uniform shirt.
The sight of it alone made me suck a deep breath and gasp as it looked SO WRONG yet was doing things in my head and in response to the expert fingering that resumed and his fingers circling around my navel while Uncle’s face up close to my neck as he breathed down my neck pushing the collar away whispered, ‘Tell me YES Vandu. Tell me you will bring me the details. I will then answer to your question WHY I needed this, I promise’ . Unable to take that barrage of navel assault, all I could reply was ‘yy..yyeess. Uncle, I’ll try’ amidst huffing and puffing in a resigned tone… while i tried to hold his hand with no purpose.
Pinching my soft belly flesh he shouted ‘ THATS my VANDU! Thank you!!’ and quickly composing himself , ‘No need to mention any of this conversation to minister OK? its best if I tell him myself, later’ as I nodded in agreement becoming clear that the mastermind is hatching yet another cunning plan to advance his friend and aide - the minister to progress.
Relaxing even more now, he asked with a glee, ‘Vandu, in fact, this is what I intended to ask you when I called you a couple of days earlier while you were at your husband’s village’ he said chuckling while I recalled in a flash what he was referring to, and was getting tensed. I thought Uncle had forgotten about that episode where somehow in my moment of weakness I got talked out of my tops and was topless in front of Ajay and Imran - the two teenagers, Ajay our neighbour and Imran his friend and that’s the exact moment Uncle had called!! [ Chapter 17]
Seeing me tense up his eyes went wider still and bring his other hand too, to slip along my side and brought it around my tummy but over the shirt he asked again, ‘Tell me dear, something exciting has happened while i called no?’ he asked with a dirty smile.
NOO UNCLE, I shouted back, rather unconvincingly while gasping still as he hadn’t stopped fingering my navel. Giving it a good poke he pulled my leg and placed it over his other thigh so that I am leaning back on to him properly, as he whispered nibbling my right ear gently, ‘Come on, tell me Vandhu! you know right? I have a sixth sense that picks up Hot moments!’ ‘OHH this is an undeniable fact’ , I mumbled with a sheepish grin and tried to pull away from him as his tongue around the back of my ear was setting me on fire already.
Ignoring my gasps and breaths, pulling me properly back on to him, with one hand caressing my cheek gently while the other hand busied itself undoing the next button of the shirt slowly, he whispered, ‘Come on Vandu! I don’t have all day, you know, Ganesan should already be on his way to pick me up to Minister’s place , come on out with it!’ he sort of ordered me, backing it up with a gentle bite of my ear lobe.
Getting sucked into the situation, just as I was contemplating whether to share and if so how much of it, still reeling from that nibbling of the ears, i heard him whisper, ‘You were naked when I called you right?’ he chuckled as he shot in the dark to try his luck while his hand slipped under the now loosened shirt up, to feel my upper midriff, lingering just below the tits, feeling the softness and smoothness of the toned flesh.
I turned to look at him with unable to mask my shyness through my grin as his other hand still on my cheek moved around to play gently with my lips as he pulled my lower lip with his fingers and played with it as I locked eye contact with him. It felt so bloody horny.
As he let go I whispered, ‘No, just topless’ and enjoyed seeing his eyes go so Wide and his mouth agape and as I grinned big he pinched my cheek and smirked, ‘Oh I was only trying my luck, Now give me the details Vandu… UFF this is hott’. As he poked me for details, I also sensed something else poke me from under and realised I had shuffled around and had been sitting right on his crotch and this is the reason for the heightened activity that i could feel below me.
Feeling horny myself now, I slowly narrated how Ajay spotted me taking a shower at the open terraced bathroom at my village and I was interrupted a lot and uncle was asking questions to fill in the gaps in my narration and while every gap was being filled, the Gap in my shirt kept widening as the buttons keep getting undone! This is the seductive take on ‘Gap analysis’ by the look of things. As he was listening with keen interest on how the second time, I carried on the shower despite knowing Ajay was peeking at me, both my tits in my sports bra also properly peeked out now as the last of the buttons were undone and the shirt’s gaping open now.
Uncle’s hands wasted no time and began pumping my tits over the bra and as his pumping rate increased, the rate of poking from under me also became insane now. It felt so weirdly pleasurable as I stopped speaking a bit and leaned on to him and closed my eyes and moaned to enjoy the moment.
As he licked my neck with his BIG tongue, one of his hands was gently pulling my right breast out of the cup while the other hand was lazily pulling the shirt tucks out of the trouser! I held his hand that was popping my breast out, panicking a bit, as he expected, but was sufficiently distracted with it that the shirt was out of the trousers completely without any issue at the front and sides.
I sat up and looked around in panicking, whispering ‘Uncle… Noo…’ stuffing the cup back in position. He patted my shoulder and as I sat up, he glibly pulled the shirt out from the trousers from behind too and slipping his hand behind me under the shirt now and started playfully pulling at the elastic of the bra straps , ‘Ssssh, Vandu, but I still don’t understand how you ended up being topless in front of Ajay when I called you ? and who is this Imran? how did he join the two of you?’ he stacked up a barrage of questions as his hand slipped under the elastic bra at the sider and i shuddered as I could feel a couple of his finger nails began scratching the side of my left breast directly, making me visibly gasp and squirm…
Trying to contain his hand by pressing my arm over his to try and slow him down, but it wasn’t helping much as in the next few seconds my left breast had an additional padding along with the protection offered by the bra cup. Uncle’s hand fully cupped it and the gentle squeeze made me moan and gasp as I began to speak fast amidst all of that as I heard him prompt in a whisper in my ear as my earlobe got licked, ‘TELL ME DEAR’. ‘Oh Uncle, I occasionally help Ajay with his Maths topics, but now after seeing me taking a shower, the next time he came to ask a doubt he somehow talked me out of my blouse together with his friend Imran’ I cringingly admitted while feeling Uncle’s one hand was keen on feeling my nipple now while the other was lazily circling the navel . Squirming in his lap, I struggled to keep his hands in check. He prompted me again in a hoarse whisper ‘ What exactly happened? How did they so easily convince you?’ as he gave my left boob a good squeeze, making me squeal while burning in desire.
I was wondering if I should share every little embarrassing detail of how the boys were so cunning, while I on the other hand started on some earnest detective work to expose their mischief at school but ended up the victim exposing myself! Part of me wanted to tell all of it to Uncle while the other part that still keeps my morality (or what’s still remaining) in check stopped me sternly.
While this internal tussle was happening, Uncle gently grabbed the shirt collar from behind and yanked it down slowly and it started slipping down my shoulders on both sides and soon to the elbows on both sides. As I tried to pull my hand forward, whispering, ‘Uncle stop it! Don’t remove the shirt. No’ to which the only response was his big laughter as he carried on pulling the shirt sleeve off my right hand all the way while gently adding, ‘Come on Vandu - are you telling me, you will allow only those teenage boys to do this to you?’
Laughing in embarrassment and cringing in shame I shouted letting go of the shirt from my hand anyways, ‘STOP it Uncle. You are pure evil’ and looked away red-cheeked while despite my ditch attempt to pull it back, he gently prised away the shirt from the left hand too and threw it away as I watched it land on his laptop. I leaned on to him giggling pointing it to him , ‘See Uncle, your Laptop gets proper protection now!’ He laughed big too, running his hands all over my hands over the bare shoulders and kissing my upper back, ‘Oh Vandu, how can you be so bewitchingly beautiful? no wonder, everyone wanted a piece of this action’ saying he slipped his hands around to give my tits a gentle squeeze while kissing my neck.
‘Tell me Vandu, did they do this to you?’ he asked softly while squeezing my melons over the bra. I leaned back and let out a big sigh, closing my eyes and nodded a no. He gently swivelled around the chair along with me, to point us both to his left and gently grabbed my hands wit hone of his hand and lifted them over my head.
‘Now open your eyes and look ahead Vandu’, As I opened my eyes, we were facing the north side wall of the office which had a huge life size painting, a Japanese minimalist art of a few Yellow and red song birds here and there in a long and narrow branch - all of it beautifully done in glass. But that painting was also now showing the erotic reflection of myself in just my khaki trousers and blue sports bra with my hands raised over my head gently held by Uncle and as I watched myself, I could see his other hand started raising the bra from the side. As its elasticated and a comfort fit model, it offered literally no resistance and as I watched the unfolding scene mouth agape, mesmerised and immersed completely of my own big tits come into view slowly, Uncle relished the moment too, He took his time.
Sensing me breathe rhythmically and stopped talking completely, he was not rushing it, as he knew full well that I am now into it as deep as he has been too. He whispered in the slightest of voices, ‘keep your arms raised honey bunny’ and not even waiting for my confirmation, released his grip on my hands and brought it to the other side too and started pulling the bra up slowly, bit by bit inch my inch and as the cups popped over the nipples he stopped there and licking my ear, whispered, ‘I bet Ajay or Imran did not turn the heat to this level? right? just clumsy teenage hormones would have sent them in an overdrive at the sight of anything as close top perfection as this’ as he said it, he planted a deep kiss on my cheek and as i watched it all like a magic, breathing heavily, he gave both my tits a good squeeze making me groan aloud in passion.
In the next moments, my attention swung from the yellow sparrows to my own self, in the glass painting as I slowly watched Uncle strip the bra off me, through my hands over my head. I sat there breathing heavily not have spoken a word in the last few minutes ever since he showed me my own reflection! Tossing the bra away somewhere to the floor in the same pose, he leaned forward, letting his fingernails drag along my clean shaven pits, stopping to enjoy my lips twisting in smile as it tickled a bit, he started twisting and tweaking BOTH my nipples at the same time while his tongue busied licking the nape of my neck and within seconds, his fingers sensed the nipples becoming fully taut and he could hear my groans has gotten louder too and my hands lowered a bit to hold on to his head behind me, for support.
This was giving Uncle the nod of approval as ignoring my incoherent mumbles of Unclee…. unnnghhhh.,,.. mmmpphh…. seeing my own self being mauled by uncle! he stopped briefly and reached around and took my right breast in his mouth while still squeezing the left and taking the now free hand to my crotch and grabbed me there, giving it a good squeeze, making me YELP at the suddenness of that action. As I watched him in the mirror so greedily suckle my nipple, it made me SO Horny as I shouted in delirium, ‘Unclleeee.e……ee ufffffff…’ as he quickly pulled one of my hands down to his lap and pushing me aside a bit, moving his dhothi away in a rush, placed it on his HUGE Boner, over his brown jocks which I could see fully in the mirror as he sat with legs wide apart and i leaned on his right thigh fully now.
As he carried on sucking my boobs taking turns, the longer i watched it, the crazier I got. At the same time, I could not resist the temptation to run my hand on his tool and I was SHOCKED actually, how SO MUCH bigger this one is, compared to the one I was ‘handling’ at my escapade with Panda!! The immediate words that came to my mind was ‘OH Myyy Godddddd’.
Uncle was not finding this position too convenient it appeared as he made me stand and turn around, to face him and as my tits appeared at his face level, hugging me and playing with my butt cheeks over the trousers, he has now been having a world of fun as he buried his face in between my tits and began licking my cleavage to his heart’s content. The Mangalsutra that Kept coming in the way, he pushed it aside and whispered as he came up for air, ‘Vandu’ this is the only thing that reminds me that you are married, if not, you look like a model, you know?’ that compliment was accompanied by a simultaneous squeeze of my hip from both sides and as he began pinching, just when I started to jerk and squirm to his naughty poking fingers, his hungry tongue gorged on my very stiff right nipple, making me throw my head back and WAIL in pleasure.
As he started sucking me like there is no tomorrow, getting the right cues and signals from my shudders and moans , his right hand busied itself with mauling my other free breast while his left hand grabbed at the trouser as he pulled me forward to hold me in position, and I could sense all 4 of his fingers slipped well inside the trousers and the back of his fingers rubbed against the lower belly pushing along the panty elastic. Both my hands were running along his hair as I was cooing out aloud some nonsense, ‘Unclee… uuh.. aaah..’ unable to control my senses anymore.
Just then then the door knocked and as we both turned around and before we could react at all, the door clicked open and Minister’s driver Ganesan was standing there in shock seeing us in that state. All he could manage was “Siirrrrr, sorry, the watchman didn’t mention anything. Sorry Sorry Madam, Sorry sir’ and apologising profusely, but his eyes took it all in, not missing one bit, seeing the obscenely horribly big erection sticking out of minister’s PA and at the same time, the new and shiny police Inspector, blushing and horror stuck covering herself and turning away to face away from him, and her deliciously curvy bade back in just the uniform trousers and her carelessly tossed shirt covering PA’s laptop! He took it ALL in, all of it in, as he spoke SLOWLY, apologising to us both very sincerely, taking his time. The brief flash of the wet nipples he saw on me corrupted that long time servant of the minster instantly as his mind started running in overdrive too as he kept saying sorry his eyes scanning my blushing self turned away from him, shivering over, being caught unexpected like that.
Uncle BOOMED at him, ‘Ganesan. Apology accepted. Now get the hell out of here and give us some privacy! I will be downstairs in 2 minutes. GET LOST!’ The normally cool headed uncle felt jealous, irritated and possessive of me all at once. It was cute in a way, but in my current state I was in no position to analyse it much. As he disappeared from the door, I rushed to fetch my bra from the corner of the room and within the next minute and half, looked at my fully decent self back all over, including the cap and some amount of dignity back on too when I looked back at my dressed self at that glass painting on the wall again - back in the uniform - properly.
Then picking up the gift of the new 3 Stars pack from Uncle, I nodded to him and even smiled seeing his still awkwardly big and missile like erection pointing to one side of his crotch very obviously and whispered to him, ‘OK Uncle I am going, I will see what I can bring about Nadesan’
As I was about to leave, he held my hand and his eyes showed 100% Sincerity as he said in a composed voice meaning every word of it, ‘I am extremely sorry Vandana. I didn’t think this would happen. Please accept my apologies.’ It was very odd to see that guys like him, so rugged, cunning, intelligent and cocksure of themselves and mostly right about everything as well, accepting their mistake and openly apologising. I nodded and shrugged, ‘Its OK uncle. Not your fault’ and swiftly walked downstairs with the pack in my hand and there I made eye contact with the waiting Ganesan who again quickly in his raised and very concerned voice shouted, ‘I am really so sorry madam’ . I stopped briefly and forced myself to look at his face and biting my teeth, hiding my shame, trying to maintain some dignity, nodded, ‘Its OK Ganesan’ and sprinted out of Uncle’s house swiftly.
Kicking the bike, as I reached home, with my emotions in a constant rollercoaster ride, dropping the badges on the table, I just hit the bed straight without changing, not even caring about Saroja’s delicious Biriyani dinner.
Thinking about the plan for tomorrow ahead, forcing myself to put the thoughts about the evening’s events, I slowly allowed sleep to take over me.

The Promotion - Chapter 19C - Theatre Showdown - Grand Finale!

 The Promotion 

Chapter 19 - Theatre Showdown - Grand Finale!

Note :  It took me a while to write this chapter due to other commitments and interruptions. Nevertheless, I enjoyed writing this down immensely, I hope its equally fun and joyful to you too, reading! :) It turned out to be longer than I intended, but wouldn't change it now!  Have fun!! Would appreciate your comments and feedbacks

‘SIRENS? Is that how you like to call them?’ I asked, chuckling. ‘Oh yes, gravity defying twin beauties!!’ his eyes showing full of appreciation as he greedily looked at my chest over the pallu, with his right hand still on my tummy caressing my navel, pinching and poking gently. Wit his other hand on my waist, he turned me around to face him, while still staring at my chest.

His staring made me self-conscious. Adjusting the pallu, covering with my hands the poking nipples - In a shy shrill voice shouted at him, ‘WHHAAAAAT???’ ‘Naughty bastard, stop starting like that, it feels very weird!!’ I added with a giggle and reached out to cover his big eyes!

Not responding verbally, as I placed my hand on his face, he grabbed at my pinkie and ring finger and started licking and sucking at them gradually, locking his eyes with mine. His hand on my tummy at that moment pulled aside my pallu and began poking my navel.

The sensation of feeling his fleshy hot tongue slurping my fingers on its own was doing things to me!!!! His eyes bore into mine, with that ‘glint’ intact and at the same time his index finger was shifting to cruise control, causing a riot within me. It slipped gently in and out of my navel poking and prodding with varying pressure, discovering my most sensitive spots along the way!!! He was sensing and infinitely adapting to the palpable jerks of my hip at his every poke and the prod!

God - please take me away right now!!!! I don’t want this moment of pleasure to end, Oh Please!!!!

I was offering that silent prayer, unable to break the eye contact, unable to pull back my fully outstretched hand that was getting licked, utterly powerless to stop his navel assault, totally surrendering myself to his ministrations. As my lips parted and my breathing rate sped up, still licking my pinkie he responded back with a big mischievous grin! that devilish guy with his endless tricks of trade!!

His actions intensified, with his busy hands, one holding my outstretched hand to his mouth while the other religiously fingering my navel ! While he was at it, his Naughty-eyes observed two things! First thing he noticed- Finally, unable to hold eye contact anymore, I began closing my eyes down to a slit, as I let out a moan from my part open lips. The decibel levels of my moans increased, just as the intensity of his navel fingering increased too. The sight of me moaning to his fingering made him feel sensational and epic! A triumphant smile formed in his lips. Just then, the second thing he observed was that our ardent fan, the creepy rascal, silently stood up, moved forward and ‘STOOD’ right behind our seats. While watching wide-eyed in fascination my ‘uncontrollable’ jerks, shakes and moans to the fingering, his hand also went to his own crotch to shake something else ‘uncontrollably’!!

Panda looked at that, assessing the situation briefly. He made up his mind and decided to carry on, seeing the way I am folding down so fast under his spell. Also he realised that only HE is aware of this new development behind us, while I am being blissfully unaware, enjoying the magical sensations, generated by his fingers and tongue. As he carried on his manoeuvres, he saw the guy behind us, silently sat in the chair behind us. Miraculously, the chair made only the tiniest of tiny creek, hardly noticeable. From his new vantage point at a higher elevation, he can ‘clearly’ see everything, without making himself seen unless someone turns around. With some effort, he could perhaps even make out our conversations, if we aren’t whispering!! He simply could not believe the jackpot he has landed himself upon. Judging from Panda’s moves thus far, he knew the ‘couple’ are in here for a ‘proper fun’!!!

Deciding to shift the game another gear, ignoring the on-looker completely, Panda drifted his hand and resting it gently on my chest, began tweaking my right nipple over my pallu. Just as he expected, I pulled back my hand that was in his mouth, to grab his hand. My very wet fingers wrapped around the wrist of the hand whose thumbnail was busy scratching JUST below my right nipple, incessantly. Seeing me gasp and tighten my grip, that familiar smile returning to his face!

For a moment, he stopped fingering my navel and brought that hand up to my face. His index and middle fingers shot upwards, while the other three folded down- just like a pistol. He brought the “pistol” to my forehead and slowly, very slowly drew a line, enjoying the way my eyes immediately rolled up, to zone in on to it and tracing it along the bridge of my nose and pressing it nice and hard onto my lips pushing the lower lip to one side. His fingers felt my hastening breath as I looked at it down while his other had did not stop toying with my nipples!!

Pressing his fingers onto my lips he whispered, ‘You are in great deal of trouble today Vandu!!!’ and even as I opened my eyes wider, the fingers trailed down to my chin and slipped straight down to my navel. He poked my navel and pressing down his ‘pistol’, hissed a ‘HANDS UP’ , with his eyes filled with ‘mock-evil’, he twisted his pistol fingers as if its a drilling machine, while his left hand started pinching and tweaking my right nipple.

My reactive gasp and the hip jerk was received in delight. It was driving him crazy as he drilled his fingers deeper and hissed again, ‘HANDS UP madam!!! Did you not hear me before?!! OR ELSE!!!!?’ leaning further into the chair, looking right back onto him, despite feeling extremely hot and horny with all that is being fingered and tweaked, I smiled at him amidst my gasps and managed to utter ‘Or else…whaa..aaat?’ in broken words as best I possibly could, given my predicament.

He thought about it briefly and then his palm grabbing the whole of my right boob, giving it a good squeeze just as his thumb flicking at my nipple, making me properly jump, as it came out of nowhere - ‘OR ELSE…..’ giving a mighty pause, with that naughty glint, ‘OR ELSE VANDU, I will STOP DOING ALL OF THESE ! HANDS UP NOW!!’ .

Is that the threat really? It took me sometime to actually figure out what he meant but as he gently poked me pleasure point with his pistol yet again, reminding me, ‘All of these Vandu’ with a naughty smile, I shook my head grinning…. appreciating yet again his presence of mind and the witty response. Seeing me grin made him happy too and the pistol drilled my navel deeper with an instruction, ‘Come on!! Quick!’ making me shake my head and with fake fear, ‘Ohhh you evil bastard!!, don’t stop what you’re doing! I will listen to what you say!!!!’

Enjoying this unexpected roleplaying, with my navel held at gun-point - I slowly raised my hands the all the way, over my head. My whole body shivering in excitement and my lips quivering as I locked my eyes into his! His eyes transmitted a playful naughtiness while mine - ‘utter vulnerability’ , as I squirmed feeling his middle finger nail scratch and scrape the base of my deep navel as he had both his fingers pushed deep within, poking me hard!

Turning around properly, adjusting his position to LOOK at me, through my raised hands, Panda spotted the creep staring at us from behind, wide-eyed. Judging from his reactions Panda also realised that the creep’s surely been able to hear our exchanges too! That realisation combined with seeing my trusting face - for a fleeting moment, he seriously considered calling it all off and leave the theatre! But as he lowered his eyes back to my heaving chest, instantly, his wicked mind took over!! Getting closer, flashing a naughty grin, reached out to grab my wrists, gently pulling my hands down behind me, making me hold the backrest of my chair. Pulling my hands behind, meant automatically both my tits pushed out more, as I sat with my lower back arched fully. This also meant his pistol dug into my navel deeper. As I gasped in response, he clucked, ‘Ah! SEE! you are very afraid of my pistol’ with a chuckle, while he playfully rubbed his stubby chin against my sweaty yet hyper smooth underarm (thanks to Priya’s handiwork!!).

Controlling the fits of giggle, pulling away from him, whispering to him*, ‘Yes Very afraid indeed. Happy ? Now can you Lower your gun please’ with a playful giggle!* That was the wrong choice of words! His eyes lit up and instantly, Just as Instructed, he lowered his fingers sliding them down from navel down all the way to my crotch and gave a good Poke!!! I jumped back with a yelp and before I could react further he grabbed my crotch and gave it a Good Squeeze right over my saree pleats. Way too late! I managed to clamp my thighs together, but only to trap his hand in between them. All his fingers crawling all over my privates, like tentacles by now. I could only manage to let out an embarrassed laugh, feeling helpless to stop him, with his hand holding my hands securely behind my head. Amidst shrieks and laughs I managed to mutter, ‘Stop it you rascal, let go of my hands!’ I protested, ‘Dirty bastard, Stop doing that !! ’. I carried on laughing as I protested. He laughed, ‘You told me to Lower the Gun , that’s exactly what I did!

The creep behind us was leaning forward as far as he could, to get an up-close view of all the juicy playfully romantic action. Completely Ignoring the peeping tom behind us, Panda whispered to me, while causing havoc with his fingers at my crotch - ‘Vandu, You do like this, don’t you?’ holding my hands and smiling at me up-close. ‘Tell me, otherwise, I will stop all this, right away!’

I looked at him deeply for a moment, then grinned and with sparks of mischief in my eyes, shook my head, ‘NO, I absolutely hate it. Let go of me right now!’ He considered my statement carefully for one whole second, then giving my pussy a good squeeze, he lunged for my tits and began sucking my nipples hungrily taking turns moving from one to the other, right over the saree pallu. Licking the whole zone, making it all wet as his tongue slurped and licked my tits around my areolas swirling in deliberate slow circles, taking his time to push his tongue on my saree, getting a feel for the texture beneath. His big mouth enveloped over my breast, his tongue swirled and flicked around the nipples . Getting the nipples sucked over the saree is a weirdly unique sensation. It’s muted in a way, due to no skin on skin contact. But that is replaced by the mild roughness that the saree provides while getting rubbed along constantly by the soppy wet tongue. I didn’t have to tell him back anything explicitly - my body, my reactions and my moans were more than enough!!

Sinking back in the chair, all I could manage was to let out a sharp gasp and begin moaning as I felt his teeth beginning to gently, very gently nibble me. He was only nibbling at my nipple, but it did feel like he was nibbling away the lid of my ‘pleasure dam’ bit by bit!!!!! Eyes shut, I whispered incoherently, ‘you filthy fucker, where did you learn to be this good, you bastard!!’ feeling his fingers trying to trace my panty line along my thigh, over the saree and petticoat! swearing fluently now, losing my mind and the control of the situation, but not caring much for anything in the world at the moment, as it felt so damn good!!

Leaving my right nipple momentarily, sliding sideways, pressing his face right down on my cleavage, over the saree, he whispered, ‘Now tell me Vandu, Do you like it? or still NO?’ As he asked with a triumphant face, he also loosened his grip on my hands, as he realised that I’ve already been clutching on to the backrest in a tight grip while re-discovering the heaven just now, when he thoroughly mowed my tits!. With my wet saree plastered and sticking to my tits, and the hard nipples poking, as IF I was drenched in rain, I Swallowing hard and nodded opening my eyes to look at him, ‘Yes your fucker, I love it, I loved your tiny pistol and also the Kalashnikov you have hidden there’ I said with my tits heaving, a cheeky smile forming on my lips. ‘Oh Vandu, didn’t know you knew so much about guns?! Don’t tell me you are in Police or Army!!!’ he joked. I bit my lips realising that I overdid it, but thankfully, he didn’t pursue further as he was too consumed by what was on offer in front of him and chose to pounce on my left breast.

As he began pummelling my tits again, he slowly withdrew his hand , as he was satisfied that I am holding the backrest of the chair judiciously. Sliding his ‘free’ left hand feeling my bare shoulders, then back of my arm, and began scratching my armpit, muttering ‘so soft and clean!!!’. in a muffled voice as his face was partially buried in my cleavage. I squirmed and began pulling my right hand off as it tickled. He quickly grabbed my hand and pushing it back in place, resurfacing to whisper in my ear, ‘If you’re afraid of my pistol then you better keep your hands up !’ and as I smiled and mouthed a ‘BASTARD!!’ with a grin, he planted a kiss on my lips and slowly slid his lips down my neck. Gosh, it felt so bloody wonderful, just getting my neck licked so thoroughly. Soon he heard my loud moans and my hands clutching the chair behind in an iron grip, eyes shut deeply and my head tilted up, as I had my Vandana’s-Apple ( not Adam’s!!!!) of my neck licked and nibbled gently. If Only, I opened my eyes in that same pose, I would have been greeted to the sight of the bloody creep furiously masturbating with his trousers properly undone now.

Licking my neck thoroughly, Panda was working his tongue under the base of my neck and the right shoulder. Just then, I vaguely sensed my saree pallu sliding off my chest in one smooth movement all the way down and off me! It felt quite fuzzy, to be frank, but as I was still making sense of it, I felt panda’s left hand softly running over my bare tits slowly first which turned to soft squeezes as I heard him murmur, ‘Gosh!!! everything I expected AND MORE! Vandu you sexpot!!!’ - hearing those words cranked me up even more as i moaned aloud now, biting my lips, enjoying the way his fingers feel my nipples slowly, taking time, taking it all in.

‘Vandu!!! this is perfect! Shape, size and feel! Gaaawwddd ’ he cooed in my ears, enjoying the sight of my deeply shut eyes and head tilted on the backrest and arms holding the backrest on either side - Pointedly ignoring the figure that was now standing right behind us to take a good peek of what was on display too, with his hands working on an overdrive. It may seem that because of the constant noise from the movie, it was probably not possible to hear his movements - but in my state, even if a fighter jet had roared past me, I wouldn’t have noticed it!!

Panda is a decent chap, but was not that chivalrous to let go of an opportunity like this and the more he got involved the kinkier he felt, knowing that there is a passive participant all along ! Unlike me, who has been completely preoccupied by Panda’s intense moves to resurface that nagging thought about my admirer. He not only pulled down my pallu, but made sure I can’t simply pull it back up, letting it fall on to the floor and kicking off his slippers, planted his bare feet firmly on it, while whispering the ‘sweet nothings’ in my ear!!

As I smiled at his compliments, seeing my lips curl, he reached up to plant a quick peck while timing it with the squeeze of right breast and my pussy at the same time with his hands, ensuring and enjoying the sight of me groaning in response, obviously fuelled by the spilling pleasure over the brim. As I groaned, he slipped down and the next instance I felt what could easily have been the most amazing moment of the whole day so far!!! Latching on to my left breast as he began sucking my nipple in a relaxed, slow unhurriedly fashion, i was SLOWLY drowning in the sea of pleasure, consumed from within, bit by bit - feeling his tongue swirl around my taut nipple was sending my raging hormones in an overdrive. I felt that the slower he played with me - the crazier I got and the best thing is Panda seems to be somehow reading these subliminal signal perfectly to the dot!!!!

Hearing me gasp and moan shaking all over, seeing me clutch the backrest of the chair so hard with my hands that my knuckles went white, he carried on mauling my chest properly, squeezing the right and sucking the left boobs at the same time, paying particular attention to my nipples, sensing that it’s the one eliciting the most reactions out of me.

Sensing that I am thoroughly consumed with what’s going on at the upper deck, his right hand down at my crotch, began gently bunching up the saree pleats, gathering the saree along with the petticoat, sliding it all the way above my knees. Same time ,he began to gently nibble at my nipple, making me gasp louder and get a bit jumpy at the same time, finding it a bit too much to handle. No one has handled my tits with so much care and intensity as this dude till now and I am finding myself dissolving in his hands. With the saree hiked up enough, with my attention fully devoted to my right nipple being pinched with just the right amount of pressure making it pleasurable and not painful, hearing my heavenly groan to that, he slipped his right hand inside the bunched up petticoat on my bare thigh, giving it a gentle squeeze! In response, he was delighted to find me part my legs wider, voluntarily!!!

He looked up, while still sucking, towards my face, but could see my chin and past that, a decent sized stiff male member being held and furiously being played with. Bloody hell!!! he thought. That fucker has come up so close, unzipped his trousers and is playing with his erection right up close to me. Momentarily worried about the situation, he contemplated if he should take any evasive action, but the way I parted my legs drove Panda on the wild side and not bothering much with the consequences of his actions, slipped his right hand further up my thigh and soon found my already soaking wet Panty.

He sensed me sizzle all over, as the nipple-play carried on and he grabbed and pulled the panty down enough to slip his fingers in, to find my ready-to-explode, literally crying, pussy lips and wasted no time! As my brain registered the feeling of his fingers on my bare-pussy, suddenly alarm bells began ringing all over me as he registered his arrival by giving a good squeeze of my vulva letting his fingers feel the lips as he pressed. Purely out of reflex, I was going to bring my hands forward to hold his hand, but my both hands bumped into something behind and confused as I opened my hands!! — That What I saw will stay with me for the rest of my life!!

My hands had brushed against “his” thighs as I lifted them from the chair’s backrest -as the creep had been standing so close to me behind !! As I opened my eyes, first thing I noticed was a hand, holding an erection then the rest of his frame materialised from the relative blurriness - in the low light conditions. Took me a second or two to make sense of the scene I am presented with. Horrified in Shock, I was going to pull my hands down and sit up straight, but the chap, shocked too, out of reflex, CAUGHT my hands by my wrists!!!

In a mix of confused rage and shock I shook my hands to free up, but oblivious to all this, Panda was serenely sucking and playing with my tits while fingering my pussy PROPERLY now, having managed to slip his 2 fingers as far back as it went and began wiggling it. My cheeks redden and I could feel the heat in my ears as I was yanking my hands back from the creep’s grip while at the same time, having to jerk into break-dance moves as Panda started wiggling his fingers down there, showing his ‘cool moves!!’.

The tussle lasted only for a few seconds, not even 3 or 4 seconds, but enough to leave a lasting impression in me, as I eventually freed my hands up and pushing panda off my chest I tried to pull the pallu back, but found it frustratingly Stuck !!! Turning around, finding the chap still standing there and looking at me wide eyed, not making any attempt to cover his hard on - as his gaze darted down to my chest, I turned back cringing in shame, covering my bare chest with my right hand, giving up on the pallu that was stuck on the floor, crouching to hide the nakedness, hissing to panda, ‘PANDAA!!! STOP Doing that please will you? Can’t you see how close the guy is behind us?’ placing my left hand on my saree pleats in an attempt to get hold his palm underneath the saree.

With one hand fingering my pussy, he placed his other hand on my bare back and rubbing me all over, planting a kiss on my reddened cheek, ‘stop what Vandu?’ and gave a quick wiggle again. That totally unexpected fingering at the mid-sentence caught me off guard, as I shrieked and jerked, turning to see if the spectator is still around , not really sure why I hoped he would have disappeared - ‘No Panda please, I find it very awkward!!!’

‘Oh Come on Vandu, Just tell me this, Do you like it or not?’ he spoke softly in my ear as I sat crouched forwards with my chest on my lap. His hand on my back slipping to my side, grabbing at my waist, rubbing up and down. I hissed back at him annoyed - ‘Panda you fool, you’re missing the point!!’ and again as I spoke, mid-sentence he slipped his left hand to grab my left breast through the gap, as I had my hand out to hold his other hand that was exploring me much DEEPER!. Shivering in shock at the underhanded move, I looked back at him gritting my teeth as he flashed his teeth, with his face dripping in naughtiness. Of course, he means no malice and is just being extremely playful - but I am finding this stretching me to my limits!! My right hand briefly attempted to push his hand off my left breast but with too much going on and with yet another fingering, he ensured that he cupped me properly and began flicking my left nipple again, as always holding my tits gently!

As I looked back at him, totally at loss, trying to assess the situation - here i am getting my privates played at, myself not at all in control of the situation, at the verge of another explosive climax building up, that I can sense - all when I wanted all of these to STOP RIGHT NOW - as It felt so bloody awkward with someone totally unrelated to the act watching, making sure we do what we do, properly!!! Bloody hell. Just heard Panda whisper, ‘Did you say I am missing the point Vandu? Not at all - I have you right where I want, right where you LOVE IT!! Don’t I ?’ he asked in a hushed tone**, making his voice, unnecessarily seductive - As the bastard has seduced me already for a 1000 years worth**!!!

All I could manage was a ‘Fuck off Panda,’ and even before I could say ‘I thought you are better than this’ I jerked abruptly in the mid sentence, as usual (?!). This was really annoying, yet feeling so bloody kinky, to be fingered by someone while I am talking to them! He insisted on an answer and after a few more of ‘Tell me’ prompts accompanied by either nipple tweaks or deep-wiggles, I finally relented and spurted out, ‘OK you rascal, I love every second of it, but…. ’ as I said, seeing my head turn, he quickly slipped his hand out to hold my shoulder and kissed my cheek ‘Shhh …sssh… no buts then dear, don’t care about anything else or anyone else. we are NEVER going to set foot here again. Enjoy the moment’ as he drilled his reasoning into my head in a whisper, he slowly pulled me back up. With a little resistance initially, but giving in, I sat back up, my hands across my chest, looking down at the incredulous sight of his hand still under my saree and 2 of his fingers still deep inside my pussy while his thumb resting on the ‘zone’ outside, perusing that precious real-estate!

As I sat up, turned to lock eyes with Panda, with a fresh wave of shame running from within me. Gently rubbing my shoulders, wrapping his left hand around, he hugged me again gently and whispered, ‘that’s it. You did great!’ and caressing my bare shoulders he began his gentle kiss by grabbing my lips and as he started to explore my lips, he slipped his hand down on my shoulder down on my chest and tried to pull my hand away to gain access. I wasn’t budging initially, kept my hands stiff, but during the moments of ensuing love-tussle, involving a combination of his expert manoeuvring, a completely disarming kiss and his fingers inside me meant, eventually, my resistance was broken. He held my hands one by one and pulled them slowly above my head and just as before made me hold the backrest. When I resisted, he calmed me down whispering , ‘Ignore him Vandooooooo!! He has been staring at your tits the last half hour!!’ and gave my nipple a quick pinch.Those words made me cringe, yet weirdly turned me on even more, as I let his hand guide mine back to ‘position’ staring deep into panda’s eyes, our exchange, overflowing with lust.

Caressing my hands with his hand, slipping his head down, munching my nipples, he slowly started his ‘real’ magic with his right hand down below. Up until now, whatever that was on offer was the preview!!! As his two fingers were inside my pussy lips around 2-3 inches deep, he started rubbing the area applying gentle pressure first then intensifying it, while at the same time his thumb that was doing just a lazy caress all along, over my clit, now began ‘properly’ rubbing it!!! I started shivering all over sucking deep breaths, thinking - Ohh fkkk, he is doing me better than I HAVE ever been doing this to myself, oh bloody hell!! - encouraged and fuelled by my body’s response, his thumb began its rhythmic circles over and around my Knob like clit while his pistol fingers inside me began the high frequency flicks. while his ring and pinkie fingers still outside my pussy lips, not wanting to be left out of the action, slipped down as I felt his pinkie finger nail gently rub, grace and prod the top of my anus!! That was the tipping point for me - holding the chair behind, lifting my hips from the chair a bit, I began to Gyrate in tune with his fingers.

He was in ecstasy too seeing how much I appreciated his moves. While myself, on the other hand, was finding it too hot to handle- the three way assault of his fingers, even as his index and middle finger rubbing me deep within me, up on the pelvic floor!!! His fingers inside me were almost ‘CALLING’ me - come hitheto me !!! was the kind of move he was making inside, rubbing my vaginal wall beckoning me to COME (or in this case Cum ) which for him knowingly or unknowingly, stimulating the muscle mass there inside, what must have been my G-spot, making me go weak all over, through and through - with my whole body pulsating with every tiny poke at the tip of my anus or with every push and rub of my clit in an ever-speeding up circle of his thumb. It was all simply too much, while he was busy chewing my right nipple and slipping his hand down to poke and play with my navel. For the second time, that afternoon I felt like dying and being gone to heaven right away - never to return!!!

All through this hyped up activity, while I was in a world of my own trying hard to stay afloat swimming the strong tidal currents of the gushing pleasure river running through me, I felt another pair of hands hold my elbows, lightly at first ,then lacking the finesse of Panda, much rougher and calloused hands, in a hurry slipped down my hands, traversing along the back of my upper hands on both sides, hungrily feeling my soft skin and even through my moans and my own gyrations and gulps, I was able to feel and hear him behind me.

With my emotions wild, with the knowledge that close to exploding to bits myself, at this moment i am being touched by a fresh pair of hands - was at that point setting the new benchmark in dirty kink for me. With my pussy being worshipped in a way like it had been never before, (not even Priya’s magical massaging hands could match the intensity and creativeness of Panda!!!) I felt with each breath I took, a definite welling up of yet another explosive orgasm, this time I can already sense . Bracing for the eye of the storm, I tried to control my breath, to slow things down and found myself holding the stranger’s hands as he started rubbing my hands! and next thing, his left hand was slipping down all the way to grab my left boob!!! Spotting the guys hand up close, while sucking my right nipple, Panda instantly pulled his hand up from my navel to push his hand off my me and chose to play with my left nipple to ward him off.. I was liking the way Panda was feeling possessive about me even amidst all of it!!!

Not the one to be easily put off. within seconds, he changed tack and his right hand that was just loosely holding my right hand form behind, he pulled it closer and gently placed my fingers on his throbbing erection and standing up, he used both his hands to hold my right hand and rub it all over his cock, pubic hair and the balls and sighing aloud, made my fingers wrap around his stiff dangling cock!

Of course, I sensed what I am holding right away and at that moment, That seemed like the BEST TOY a child could ever get, The best video game a Teen can lay his hands upon, The best make-up set a model can receive and the Best ‘ice-cream cone’ on that hot sunny day in the theatre to hold!!!!!

As I started playing with it, not daring to open my eyes, for the fear of being disappointed with sights the reality might throw upon me, I felt that familiar wave rising upon me - again, despite my unsuccessful pranayama measures . Feeling equally elated, the chap at the back, reached down and ignoring my boobs slide his left hands to my waist and slipped his hand to ‘FEEL’ my navel, having wondered what it would be like to make me jerk and dance- that this other guy has been doing ALL AFTERNOON LONG. He found out INSTANTLY !!!

As his index finger pushed deep inside my navel, I let out a squeal and jerked, this time, the people sitting in the rows ahead were able to hear us and they turned around, looked in shock but some of the guys could simply not turn away from the sight of that Orgy in silhouette and had to have their heads forced in the right direction by their possessive girl friends.

That navel fingering was the straw that broke the dam. Shaking his cock with my pulsating hand furiously, with my right nipple sucked properly with Panda’s tongue mercilessly flicking my nipple and my left breast was mauled by him roughly in contrast, with my clit rubbed hyper-methodically by his thumb and the ‘come-to-me’ move his pistol fingers were executing flawlessly while his pinkie finger nail proving no slouch, driving me crazy by rubbing the tip of my butt - and with the last move - the icing in the cake was the commencing of the navel fingering I was Fast building up an Extremely Powerful Orgasm of Magnitude 9.0 in the pleasure-scale!!!

Choking on my own pleasure waves I erupted and this time I felt PROPERLY SQUIRTING OUT several squirts on panda’s hand while Just as I feeling the tide receding within me, I felt something odd behind and opened my eyes to see our admirer also spraying now, but had the sensibility to redirect his fun to no man’s land! I watched him in action, fascinated - for the second time today- to see a Happy Ending! When he seemed done, I lowered my hands and turned away even as he pulled up his trousers in a rush - feeling suddenly awkward to stand like that when his mearching member became limp.

Pushing Panda off my chest, I smiled at him with a mixed feelings crossing my hands again over my now very WET tits. Rubbing his wet hand and fingers on my petticoat, he was smiling back, lazily pulling at my panty from the side and rubbing the soft skin at my side buttock with passion he whispered, ‘Did you like it Vandu?’ as I nodded, he started pulling my panty off my hip and as I asked holding the saree - eey what are you up to now?, he sssssh’ed me and as I managed to grab an end when it surfaced out of the saree, just below my knee, protesting, asking him to let go, shaking my head - he laughed. ‘Do you think you can stop me Vandu?! really? like this?’ staring at my naked tits. Feeling a renewed rush of shame I slapped his shoulders letting go of the panty but pulling the pallu back and covering up now, watching him strip my very wet panties off my ankles, taking his time. I looked away as he pulled it out as I knew it will be surely in a state of mess.

‘OHH Quite some work you are Vandana Madam! Honestly!’ he said smiling, dangling the wet panty in front of my face to tease me for a second and as he got punched in his shoulder again, laughing he opened my bag zipper and deposited it and my bra inside it safely and handed me the blouse. ‘This should be good for this village vandana madam. Here!’ Taking it quickly from him and as I pulled up the sleeve, turned around to give one last look at the guy at the back who had the nerve to flash a smile and wave at me. Ignoring him, I quickly put on the blouse and secured the hooks of that sweaty stinking blouse and adjusting the saree, feeling a lot more ‘free’ than when I came in to the theatre, devoid of inners, I looked at Panda nodding my head indicating, ‘Shall we?’

On cue, he got up too and we both walked outside. The guy behind started following, but with one menacing stare, turning behind and he got the message and went back inside silently. Outside, until we got tot he road, Panda walked with his hand on my shoulder, hugging me from the side and we took the first auto waiting, to get to someplace he promised serves amazing dinner. He directed the auto driver in a road amidst Coconut farms on either side and the cool evening breeze did tonnes of good to drive off the stuffiness in the air. Feeling much better already, still avoiding about our personal lives and more particularly, avoiding talking about what happened in the theatre, we chit-chated something vague and generic. Yet again, he impressed me with the breath of his knowledge, as he had a considered, measured view about almost every topic we discussed. Finally the auto stopped in front of an isolated hut and no one was around except an old guy sitting outside smoking his cheroot.

Panda walked up to him, reassuring me that there is nothing to worry. Seeing him, the guy stood and smiled and welcomed and also nodded a big welcome to me. His friendliness was sincere and infectious as I smiled back in return. Panda led me to the hut inside where it was although small, very nearly laid out 2 sets of table and chairs and a clean floor.

As I sat next to him, he beamed in pride - ‘this is my secret treasure. There is no menu here. He makes world’s best Biriyani’ As I nodded, realising that I am starving actually. Sure enough, within seconds, he was laying the banana leaves and setting the water jug and the glasses and served hot Biriyani which tasted heavenly!!!! As we started eating, with a smile he placed another glass next to Panda and looked at me questioningly. Panda took a big gulp and smacked his lips and looked at me as if I wanted to taste it.

I looked at him questioningly. He nodded and handed it to me. First sip, once the sweetness went past my throat, it hit me instantly. Seemed some kind of locally brewed alcohol, looked like vodka, or water, more so. Clear, odourless. Seeing me still OK after the first sip, he nodded to the old guy and he brought me too, a glass. Panda told me that its Arrack, made locally from here.

The next couple of hours flew past magically. That Arrack stuff tasted so good, sweet yet packing loads of punch and with literally no one else in the hut helped heaps in letting my inhibitions off, with panda’s right levels of encouragement I had the time of my life. After matching him up like-for-like, 3 glasses and a plateful of tasty Biriyani, I insisted that I will pay for it and was surprised how cheap the whole thing was, compared to how much I had to pay at the pub where I spent the 2 hours before taking the bus on the way in, to this eventful journey.

As we stepped out, and I walked leaning on his shoulders for support, we were glad for his thoughtfulness to keep the auto waiting on charge and as we got in, Panda directed him to the bus station and we were actually late and the bus was just about to start. As we rushed in, we found that most of the later half of the bus was empty and moved to the last seat and crashed there. As the bus moved, I lay on his lap and snoozed off within minutes. I could vaguely feel his hand slipping inside my blouse and gently pump my tits, but was too boozed out and tired to protest. Freeing up a hook he started playing with my nipples for some more time, with his growing stiffness pushing against the back of my head, as I sat at the window side, hidden from view and was laying down on his lap to sleep. Soon, the movement of the bus, together with the contours of what his fingers are feeling, resulting in a raging hard on that he was unable to control, Panda began wanking and within the next minute, made a mess of the surrounding as he is used to doing which included part of my hair.

Not wanting to upset me, he pulled a section of his dhoti and careful wiped clean the mess he made and soon went back to sleep himself. We both slept through the journey peacefully and only when the bus arrived the outskirts of the city did I wake up and adjusted myself quickly and within minutes picked up my bag and patted Panda’s cheek with affection and waving him good bye, got off the stop closer to my residence and thankfully it was still quite early in the morning with not much people around, I rushed to my flats, ignoring the watchman and jumped into the hot shower immediately. As I sat with a hot cup of coffee in my de facto shorts and V neck, only then it dawned on to me the Full effect of the EPIC adventures of the day before. Head spinning still, I recollected it over and over!!!

Finally putting the empty coffee cup away, giving a mighty stretch, looked at the clock and as it was showing 7.40 AM I swiftly changed into my Gym clothes and stepped out, feeling fresh, getting ready for another ‘regular’ day in the life of the inspector, pushing aside the adventures, as I began a steady jog with the smart phone strapped to my shoulder and the water flask strapped to my hip, to my gym located 3 km away. It felt good to return to normalcy and there are tonnes of things to look forward to in the days ahead!