Had a long tight sleep and when I awakened next morning, it was certainly quite late. But since there was no activity today, I was lazy to leave the bed. I looked at the clock and it was 09:30 a.m. I stretched out my body to get the hangover out - I felt very refreshed – actually the uninterrupted long sleep and the sexual intercourse that I had last night made me feel at very high spirits.
Soon I realized that I was hungry and of course it was quite late in the morning. I left the bed, combed and bunched up my hair, and went to the toilet. As I emptied my bladder, I felt more relaxed and revitalized. I changed my nighty and was in the usual attire of the saffron sari and blouse. I opened the door to look for my breakfast.
Nirmal: Madam, breakfast is ready. Shall I serve it?
I was rather surprised at that service. Nirmal was sitting by the door of my room in a stool and as soon as I sneaked my head out, he was ready with the offer!
Me: Err… I mean… yes, of course.
I was pretty much pleased.
Nirmal: Guru-ji instructed me to wait here and to see no one knocks at your door and to serve you breakfast as soon as you get up.
Me: Oh! (smiling) So nice of him!
Soon I realized that I was hungry and of course it was quite late in the morning. I left the bed, combed and bunched up my hair, and went to the toilet. As I emptied my bladder, I felt more relaxed and revitalized. I changed my nighty and was in the usual attire of the saffron sari and blouse. I opened the door to look for my breakfast.
Nirmal: Madam, breakfast is ready. Shall I serve it?
I was rather surprised at that service. Nirmal was sitting by the door of my room in a stool and as soon as I sneaked my head out, he was ready with the offer!
Me: Err… I mean… yes, of course.
I was pretty much pleased.
Nirmal: Guru-ji instructed me to wait here and to see no one knocks at your door and to serve you breakfast as soon as you get up.
Me: Oh! (smiling) So nice of him!
Nirmal went off to get the breakfast and I thanked Guru-ji in my mind. The broad daylight outside as if wiped off all concerns and humiliations from my mind and I felt very “light”, both mentally and physically. In fact I was experiencing the same “feel good” thing that I generally have on a Sunday morning when I woke up (as my husband fucks me mostly on Saturday nights, Saturday being a low day in his business activities) and throughout the day I have “additional” energy.
Nirmal was swift enough to serve me the breakfast and since I was having a robust appetite I completed the breakfast in record time! During my breakfast, when I was taking the banana peel off, I smiled to myself as the curved full-sized banana that I ate resembled very much Guru-ji’s lund size!
I was about to wash my hands when Nirmal tapped on the door.
Nirmal: Madam, there is a visitor for you.
Me: Visitor! For me?
Nirmal: He came once earlier this week.
Me: Oho… then it must be Mama-ji! Have you…?
Nirmal: Yes, yes Madam. He is waiting at the reception.
I was naturally quite happy to know Mama-ji had come again. Though he did say when he visited me a few days back that he would come again, but honestly I didn’t count on that. My mother-in-law had requested him and he visited me once since he lived in the nearby town – I thought the formality ended there, but knowing that he had come again made me feel very high about Mama-ji. He was 50+ and that he took the pain to pay a visit again made me feel very warm at heart and my regards for Mama-ji escalated immensely.
I hurried to the reception of the ashram where Mama-ji was waiting for me.
Mama-ji: Aah! Bahurani! Good to see you again.
I offered a pranam to him touching his feet.
Mama-ji (holding my arms): Its okay, its okay… So how are you?
Me: Fine Mama-ji.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, today you are looking very lively! Did Rajesh call you up or what? Ha ha ha…
I laughed and blushed a shade and said in my mind “any woman getting such a grand fuck at night would look sparkling next morning.”
Mama-ji: I already had a talk with Guru-ji and he has given the permission.
Me: Permission for what Mama-ji? (I was visibly surprised).
Mama-ji: Arre Bahurani, you have come so near to my place, how can I just leave you to go back like that!
Me: O! So nice of you! (I was honestly very overjoyed getting the opportunity to get out of the ashram) But… but will Guru-ji…
Mama-ji: I have taken care of that aspect Bahurani. Guru-ji said that you are undergoing Maha-yagya and the closing will be done tonight, but you are free till 7 p.m. today and by that time you can easily visit my place and come back.
Me: O! Really! (I almost screamed like a child)
Mama-ji: Yes Bahurani! It will take just an hour to reach my place and I will surely drop you back here by 6 p.m.
Me: Bah! Will be a good outing for me. Honestly I was feeling somewhat choked within the periphery of the ashram Mama-ji.
Mama-ji: Yes, should be a good outing for you.
Me: You know Mama-ji, I had told Rajesh many a times to take me to your place, but unfortunately that never happened. I have heard about your library from him.
Mama-ji: Then let us not waste any more time. You take Guru-ji’s permission and come down. I will wait here.
I was quite thrilled and rushed to have a word with Guru-ji who readily granted me the permission to go with Mama-ji, but with the warning to get back by 7 in the evening. I got back to my room - quickly washed my face, combed and tied my hair neatly, adjusted my sari and blouse tying my petticoat more securely, wore a bindi, and was ready to move out. I took a carry bag where I took a spare sari-blouse and a spare set of undergarments.
Me: Mama-ji, am ready!
Mama-ji: Wow! Generally you ladies take so much time… He he he…
We moved out of the ashram and proceeded towards his car.
Mama-ji: What’s in that bag Bahurani?
Me: Mama-ji, actually I am not allowed to wear anything else apart from what’s given from the ashram, so just carrying a spare sari and blouse.
Mama-ji: Oho! Good! Good! I completely forgot that I do not have anything for you to wear there. Since I live alone, only my clothes are there…Ha ha ha…
Me: That’s understandable Mama-ji.
We reached his car. Mama-ji took the driver’s seta and I sat beside him in the front seat.
Mama-ji: My sister would be very glad if he knows that I have taken you to my place.
Me: Yes surely. Mom talks of you so very often!
Mama-ji: Hmm… Would you mind Bahurani if I switch on some music?
Me: No, no. Not at all.
Mama-ji was holding the steering with his right hand and started pulling the cover of the shelf (where the cassettes were there), which was just in front of me. I tried to pull away a bit towards the window as his left elbow was hanging very awkwardly before by mammaries as he was trying to open the shelf cover.
Mama-ji: Confounded thing! Why does it not open up!
Mama-ji was pulling the knob of the cover very hard and was simultaneously keeping an eye on the road. The cover was stuck and was not opening up and Mama-ji continued to exert more and more pressure.
Me: Oooo! Ouch!
Mama-ji’s angled arm directly hit my right boob from the front as the shelf cover did open at last!
Mama-ji: So… Sorry Beti… it was stuck so hard…
It was a precarious situation. I knew it was totally unintentional on Mama-ji’s part, but his arm hit directly on my breast and pressed my proud flesh very openly, which made me gasp like anything! Mama-ji also appeared very tentative, as he also probably did not expect such a situation. He was an elderly person and of course respected so much by me, and he suddenly hitting and pressing my breast created a very embarrassing situation. I tried to save the situation by adjusting my pallu, but knew very well that the back of Mama-ji’s palm clearly measured the firmness and tightness of my 30-year-old matured breasts.
Naturally I blushed very heavily and tried to look outside the window. I again pulled my pallu more securely over my breasts in trying to be normal.
Mama-ji: Hope it didn’t hurt you Bahurani.
I turned my head towards him and noticed that Mama-ji was directly looking at my ripe proud mammaries and I felt so very ashamed that I had to turn my head again towards the window. I could sense very well that Mama-ji got a clear hint of my boob firmness through this incident and he was in fact stealing glances of my round tits under my sari pallu as he drove the car. I was really not sure whether it was my mind thinking too much on the matter or was he really peeping at my protruding boobs!
After sometime mama-ji took out a cassette from the shelf and put it on the player. I already was breathing a shade heavier and could sense that my nipples were raising their heads slowly within my brassiere.
Mama-ji: So what is Guru-ji saying? Is he happy with your treatment process?
Me: Ye… yes Mama-ji.
Mama-ji: He was saying that you just completed the first half of the Maha-yagya yesterday night…
A tremor as if passed through my whole body. How much has Guru-ji revealed to Mama-ji? My Goodness! It would be very, very shameful for me if Mama-ji happens to know what were the steps in the Yoni Puja, which I had to undertake. Would Guru-ji reveal ashram secrets to outsiders? Probably not, but still I was having a dry throat in my anxiousness.
Me: Ye… yes. I am also hopeful that my wish would… would come true after...
Mama-ji: By the way Bahurani, what’s actually this Maha-yagya? How different is it from other yagyas?
Seems Mama-ji was not aware of everything that goes on behind the closed doors of the ashram. I breathed easy.
Me: Nothing… not much difference Mama-ji… It’s all about… about rituals, off… err… offering etc. but in great detail.
Mama-ji: Guru-ji was saying it’s very strenuous …
Me: Yes… yes…. Very tiring… actually you need to sit for very long hours. L-o-n-g prayers also.
I tried my best to cut discussions regarding ashram short - firstly because he was a male, moreover quite elderly, and most importantly he was a relative of mine from my husband’s side. So, if by any chance he gets to know of my “acts” in the ashram, I would stand nowhere in my “sasural”. Hence very consciously I deviated the topic.
Me: Mama-ji, one thing I must admit… you look pretty fit even at this age… What’s the secret? (I asked smiling cutely)
Mama-ji (immediately happiness flushed on his face) He he… I do exercise regularly Bahurani and you know also sticks to a restricted diet.
Me: O! That’s really good to know. You should give some tips to Rajesh… He’s so lazy…
Mama-ji: Ha ha ha… Lazy? Even when you are around? Ha ha ha….
He started laughing very loudly at his own double-meaning comment and I also pretended to have felt very shy.
As I lifted my chin up and looked through the windscreen suddenly I noted that there were a few boys and girls standing at some distance on the road and waving their hands to us! I was obviously curious and as I turned towards Mama-ji and he also had noticed them.
Mama-ji: Must be in trouble. Seems their car has a flat tyre!
Within moments we reached where the boys and girls were standing and Mama-ji stopped the car.
Mama-ji: What’s up?
One of the boys came near and briefed that their car had a flat tyre and they did not have a spare one and he requested for a lift to some place called “Shekhapura”. I noted that there were individuals (two boys and three girls), all appeared to be college students, and very evidently city-based (from their modern outfits).
Mama-ji agreed to provide them the “lift” and I also gave the nod as I thought how long would they remain stranded like that on this road!
Mama-ji: One of you come to the front and rest can sit at the back…
Girl-1: Sure Sir, no problems at all. Pinky, you sit in the front.
The girl named Pinky came and sat beside me. She was slightly overweight and since she was wearing a fairly tight skirt and top, her breasts and hips looked very prominent. The other two girls were wearing jeans and short kurti.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, do one thing, you keep one leg on each side of the gear… then you both can sit comfortably…
Mama-ji remarked seeing that neither that girl nor myself was unable to sit properly due to our macro-sized bases.
Me: O… okay!
I shifted towards Mama-ji and guided my right leg to the other side of the gear. Now the gear was exactly between my legs and I could jolly well feel that it was a “suicidal” idea for any female to sit like that in a moving car, but there was hardly anything I could also!
I had shifted significantly towards Mama-ji in accommodating that girl Pinky. She had a significantly large and round ass for her age and now the right side of my body was touching Mama-ji’s body.
Mama-ji: Okay, can we start?
The boys and girls from the back chorused: Sure sir!
Mama-ji started a casual chat with the crowd in the car, but I was very conscious of my condition due to the dangling gear in between my thighs! As Mama-ji was changing the gear, each time his left hand brushed my thighs and not only that as and when he was lowering the gear it was aiming almost my choot!
Sssssssssssssshhhhhh!
My whole body got stiff each time there was a change in gear position.
The new thing that added to my misery was with each turn on the road towards left, as Mama-ji turned the steering wheel, I felt his elbow nudging and pressing on my firm right breast. I could not even use my arm to protect my boobs because that would look very rude.
The girl beside me (Pinky) was talking to me (just formality chat) and I was replying to her, but I was very conscious as Mama-ji was frequently changing the gear. I was trying to manage somehow, but as I looked towards that girl from her right side, I noticed that her breasts protruded so very prominently through her tight top that anyone could make out the size and shape of her twin peaks! I wondered how could a grown up girl wear such a thing! Was she not aware that everybody would look at her tits, as they were so very evident through her dress? Not only that, the fabric of the top she was wearing was also not very thick and decent, and hence if anyone sees a bit minutely could easily trace her bra position inside her tight top! How shameless these city girls are!
Just then there was a sharp U-turn and I had no other option but to clench my fist and close my eyes because as Mama-ji rotated the steering wheel, I immediately felt his elbow digging deep in my firm boob flesh and when he kept the wheel in one constant position for the turn, he was actually poking my right boob in a very offending manner. Mama-ji’s left elbow remained tightly pressed on my breast and it was indeed a tongue-tied situation for me in the literal sense.
I looked from the corner of my eye towards Mama-ji, but he seemed very attentive towards driving though his elbow was constantly pushing my breast! Was Mama-ji so ignorant? Couldn’t be! I was a bit puzzled. Since I was wearing one of those brassieres, which fitted very tightly on my tits, the firmness and sponginess was of course more today. I was not a teenager that he could just ignore, I was a matured lady… How could Mama-ji totally ignore that?
Could it not be that he treated me like his daughter and hence it was just a situational occurrence? I rebuked myself and was sure that Mama-ji did not do that on purpose and it was purely coincidental. Hence I slowly started accepting Mama-ji’s elbowing in a more free mind. I tried to concentrate on the scenery outside, but unfortunately this road had so many turns that it became quite impossible for me to remain just nonchalant.
As time passed I could feel Mama-ji’s elbow digging in deeper and with time more decisively into my boob as he turned the steering wheel. I was definitely feeling wet inside my pussy and my boob flesh started getting hugely taut. Mama-ji was absolutely ignorant, but my face had turned crimson, as the process was quite regular supplemented by the gear action in between my sari-covered thighs.
The initial chat etc. had stopped and everybody was silent as the car raced on at a decent speed. The girl next to me was already in a semi-slumber, there was no sound from the back seat also, and Mama-ji as usual was all focussed on driving. Just then I happened to raise my eyes and looked through the viewfinder just above my head inside the car.
My mouth simply opened wide! From my angle I could see only one girl and one boy on the back seat. I saw that the girl was sitting with her head on the boy’s shoulder and the boy had one of his hands encircling her over her shoulder. This much was okay, but I did notice that the upper two buttons on the girl’s top was open and the boy’s hand was freely moving on her chest area!
I was already somewhat aroused by Mama-ji’s “driving” and gulping that scene my heart started racing faster immediately. For the moment Mama-ji’s touched remained obscured from my mind and I was keen to watch more. The boy was also lightly kissing the girl’s cheeks and hairs and once I saw he cupped the girl’s perky breast fully with his hand coming from above her shoulder. He gave it a long, tight squeeze and naturally the girl had her eyes closed and was enjoying the whole thing.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, am having hindrance to guide the gear… if you can just keep your legs a bit more spaced out…
Me: Uuuh? Oh! Okay Mama-ji…
I was so keen watching the viewfinder that I readily agreed to what Mama-ji said, but unfortunately since on one side Pinky was sleeping with very much parted legs and Mama-ji sitting on the other side, there was not much space for me to spread my thighs.
Mama-ji: (Seeing that I was unable to do it properly): Let me help you…
Mama-ji now himself grabbed my right thigh over my sari and pulled it towards him trying to create space for the gear to move freely. No way did I expect that, but seeing Mama-ji’s expression I realized it was an honest effort from the elderly person.
Mama-ji: Now it’s okay. I hope you are not uncomfortable Bahurani?
Me: No… no.
In the process my right thigh was pressed more tightly on Mama-ji’s leg and he must be feeling the smoothness and silkiness of my plump sari-covered thigh. I was eager to look up at the viewfinder again and the scene there had of course heated up! I saw the boy had glided his hand through the open buttons of the girl’s top and was massaging her breasts inside her brassiere! The girl now was sitting more close to him, almost on his lap!
Suddenly I felt a pinch on my firm thigh flesh and looked very surprisingly at Mama-ji.
Mama-ji: He was saying that you just completed the first half of the Maha-yagya yesterday night…
A tremor as if passed through my whole body. How much has Guru-ji revealed to Mama-ji? My Goodness! It would be very, very shameful for me if Mama-ji happens to know what were the steps in the Yoni Puja, which I had to undertake. Would Guru-ji reveal ashram secrets to outsiders? Probably not, but still I was having a dry throat in my anxiousness.
Me: Ye… yes. I am also hopeful that my wish would… would come true after...
Mama-ji: By the way Bahurani, what’s actually this Maha-yagya? How different is it from other yagyas?
Seems Mama-ji was not aware of everything that goes on behind the closed doors of the ashram. I breathed easy.
Me: Nothing… not much difference Mama-ji… It’s all about… about rituals, off… err… offering etc. but in great detail.
Mama-ji: Guru-ji was saying it’s very strenuous …
Me: Yes… yes…. Very tiring… actually you need to sit for very long hours. L-o-n-g prayers also.
I tried my best to cut discussions regarding ashram short - firstly because he was a male, moreover quite elderly, and most importantly he was a relative of mine from my husband’s side. So, if by any chance he gets to know of my “acts” in the ashram, I would stand nowhere in my “sasural”. Hence very consciously I deviated the topic.
Me: Mama-ji, one thing I must admit… you look pretty fit even at this age… What’s the secret? (I asked smiling cutely)
Mama-ji (immediately happiness flushed on his face) He he… I do exercise regularly Bahurani and you know also sticks to a restricted diet.
Me: O! That’s really good to know. You should give some tips to Rajesh… He’s so lazy…
Mama-ji: Ha ha ha… Lazy? Even when you are around? Ha ha ha….
He started laughing very loudly at his own double-meaning comment and I also pretended to have felt very shy.
As I lifted my chin up and looked through the windscreen suddenly I noted that there were a few boys and girls standing at some distance on the road and waving their hands to us! I was obviously curious and as I turned towards Mama-ji and he also had noticed them.
Mama-ji: Must be in trouble. Seems their car has a flat tyre!
Within moments we reached where the boys and girls were standing and Mama-ji stopped the car.
Mama-ji: What’s up?
One of the boys came near and briefed that their car had a flat tyre and they did not have a spare one and he requested for a lift to some place called “Shekhapura”. I noted that there were individuals (two boys and three girls), all appeared to be college students, and very evidently city-based (from their modern outfits).
Mama-ji agreed to provide them the “lift” and I also gave the nod as I thought how long would they remain stranded like that on this road!
Mama-ji: One of you come to the front and rest can sit at the back…
Girl-1: Sure Sir, no problems at all. Pinky, you sit in the front.
The girl named Pinky came and sat beside me. She was slightly overweight and since she was wearing a fairly tight skirt and top, her breasts and hips looked very prominent. The other two girls were wearing jeans and short kurti.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, do one thing, you keep one leg on each side of the gear… then you both can sit comfortably…
Mama-ji remarked seeing that neither that girl nor myself was unable to sit properly due to our macro-sized bases.
Me: O… okay!
I shifted towards Mama-ji and guided my right leg to the other side of the gear. Now the gear was exactly between my legs and I could jolly well feel that it was a “suicidal” idea for any female to sit like that in a moving car, but there was hardly anything I could also!
I had shifted significantly towards Mama-ji in accommodating that girl Pinky. She had a significantly large and round ass for her age and now the right side of my body was touching Mama-ji’s body.
Mama-ji: Okay, can we start?
The boys and girls from the back chorused: Sure sir!
Mama-ji started a casual chat with the crowd in the car, but I was very conscious of my condition due to the dangling gear in between my thighs! As Mama-ji was changing the gear, each time his left hand brushed my thighs and not only that as and when he was lowering the gear it was aiming almost my choot!
Sssssssssssssshhhhhh!
My whole body got stiff each time there was a change in gear position.
The new thing that added to my misery was with each turn on the road towards left, as Mama-ji turned the steering wheel, I felt his elbow nudging and pressing on my firm right breast. I could not even use my arm to protect my boobs because that would look very rude.
The girl beside me (Pinky) was talking to me (just formality chat) and I was replying to her, but I was very conscious as Mama-ji was frequently changing the gear. I was trying to manage somehow, but as I looked towards that girl from her right side, I noticed that her breasts protruded so very prominently through her tight top that anyone could make out the size and shape of her twin peaks! I wondered how could a grown up girl wear such a thing! Was she not aware that everybody would look at her tits, as they were so very evident through her dress? Not only that, the fabric of the top she was wearing was also not very thick and decent, and hence if anyone sees a bit minutely could easily trace her bra position inside her tight top! How shameless these city girls are!
Just then there was a sharp U-turn and I had no other option but to clench my fist and close my eyes because as Mama-ji rotated the steering wheel, I immediately felt his elbow digging deep in my firm boob flesh and when he kept the wheel in one constant position for the turn, he was actually poking my right boob in a very offending manner. Mama-ji’s left elbow remained tightly pressed on my breast and it was indeed a tongue-tied situation for me in the literal sense.
I looked from the corner of my eye towards Mama-ji, but he seemed very attentive towards driving though his elbow was constantly pushing my breast! Was Mama-ji so ignorant? Couldn’t be! I was a bit puzzled. Since I was wearing one of those brassieres, which fitted very tightly on my tits, the firmness and sponginess was of course more today. I was not a teenager that he could just ignore, I was a matured lady… How could Mama-ji totally ignore that?
Could it not be that he treated me like his daughter and hence it was just a situational occurrence? I rebuked myself and was sure that Mama-ji did not do that on purpose and it was purely coincidental. Hence I slowly started accepting Mama-ji’s elbowing in a more free mind. I tried to concentrate on the scenery outside, but unfortunately this road had so many turns that it became quite impossible for me to remain just nonchalant.
As time passed I could feel Mama-ji’s elbow digging in deeper and with time more decisively into my boob as he turned the steering wheel. I was definitely feeling wet inside my pussy and my boob flesh started getting hugely taut. Mama-ji was absolutely ignorant, but my face had turned crimson, as the process was quite regular supplemented by the gear action in between my sari-covered thighs.
The initial chat etc. had stopped and everybody was silent as the car raced on at a decent speed. The girl next to me was already in a semi-slumber, there was no sound from the back seat also, and Mama-ji as usual was all focussed on driving. Just then I happened to raise my eyes and looked through the viewfinder just above my head inside the car.
My mouth simply opened wide! From my angle I could see only one girl and one boy on the back seat. I saw that the girl was sitting with her head on the boy’s shoulder and the boy had one of his hands encircling her over her shoulder. This much was okay, but I did notice that the upper two buttons on the girl’s top was open and the boy’s hand was freely moving on her chest area!
I was already somewhat aroused by Mama-ji’s “driving” and gulping that scene my heart started racing faster immediately. For the moment Mama-ji’s touched remained obscured from my mind and I was keen to watch more. The boy was also lightly kissing the girl’s cheeks and hairs and once I saw he cupped the girl’s perky breast fully with his hand coming from above her shoulder. He gave it a long, tight squeeze and naturally the girl had her eyes closed and was enjoying the whole thing.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, am having hindrance to guide the gear… if you can just keep your legs a bit more spaced out…
Me: Uuuh? Oh! Okay Mama-ji…
I was so keen watching the viewfinder that I readily agreed to what Mama-ji said, but unfortunately since on one side Pinky was sleeping with very much parted legs and Mama-ji sitting on the other side, there was not much space for me to spread my thighs.
Mama-ji: (Seeing that I was unable to do it properly): Let me help you…
Mama-ji now himself grabbed my right thigh over my sari and pulled it towards him trying to create space for the gear to move freely. No way did I expect that, but seeing Mama-ji’s expression I realized it was an honest effort from the elderly person.
Mama-ji: Now it’s okay. I hope you are not uncomfortable Bahurani?
Me: No… no.
In the process my right thigh was pressed more tightly on Mama-ji’s leg and he must be feeling the smoothness and silkiness of my plump sari-covered thigh. I was eager to look up at the viewfinder again and the scene there had of course heated up! I saw the boy had glided his hand through the open buttons of the girl’s top and was massaging her breasts inside her brassiere! The girl now was sitting more close to him, almost on his lap!
Suddenly I felt a pinch on my firm thigh flesh and looked very surprisingly at Mama-ji.
Mama-ji drove the car into the portico of the house and garaged it beside the garden. It was a nice small one storied bungalow type house, quite well maintained.
Mama-ji: I do all this gardening and landscaping myself.
Me: Very nice Mama-ji.
We entered the house and honestly I was feeling a bit odd being alone only with Mama-ji in the house. There was no other person present. Even the maid was missing as she was on leave. Mama-ji showed me the interiors, which comprised of one bedroom, a dining space, a library, a kitchen, a toilet, and a verandah. I kept my carry bag in Mama-ji’s bedroom and used the conveniences.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, garma garam chaye!
Mama-ji placed the tray on the center table. He had brought some cakes and sweets also.
Me: How could you prepare so quickly? (I was visibly surprised)
Mama-ji: Ha ha… I had prepared before I left and kept it in the thermos.
Me: Oh!
The couches that were there in the dining space looked rather odd to me and as I sat on one of them I realized the problem. It was okay for relaxing but for any female to sit like that was pretty odd. The cushion of the couch was unusually soft and spongy and naturally for a heavy bottomed woman like me, I just dug deeper and deeper into the couch. I grabbed the hand-rests of the couch for balance, but my hips descended so much inside that I looked horrible in that posture!
Mama-ji: Uhu! Not like that Bahurani. Sit in a relaxed manner! Like this… These are imported settees. Very comfortable, but you must release your body fully on the backrest. Aaah!
Seeing Mama-ji, I gently released my body weight to the backrest and yes, definitely I felt at ease, but the sitting position was honestly rather awkward for any female, especially in front of any male. It was okay that Mama-ji was my relative, but still…
My heavy ass dug so deep into the seat that it made my legs lose grip off the floor and they hung in the air and my head rested back. Generally we females tend to sit with our legs closed or crossed when we are in an unfamiliar environment, but this couch was made in such a way that it was extremely difficult to keep legs together just because the hip was going so deep down. My legs also remained parted (must have been looking rather indecent as Mama-ji was sitting directly opposite to me) as I leaned back significantly due to the backrest.
It was okay for any male to sit like that as Mama-ji was relaxing and sipping the tea, but for a woman to sit like that was cumbersome. Mama-ji probably read my mind.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, you have just traveled some good kilometers, so just relax now and have the tea. I know when one first sits on this couch, he or she remains a bit stiff, but if you enjoy the sitting, you will surely like it.
Me: Ye… yes Mama-ji, but it is quite…
Mama-ji: Yes, I know Beti… But unless you slacken your muscles a bit, you will not feel the… .
Me: O… Okay….
I obeyed Mama-ji and loosened my muscles and as a result my sari-covered round fleshy bottom dug an inch or tow more into the cushion and my knees separated (which I had been keeping together) as I supported my head on the backrest. I was slowly getting accustomed and after a while as I sipped the tea my legs spread apart inside my sari as I relaxed on that unique couch.
Mama-ji: How’s the tea Beti?
Me: Very nice Mama-ji.
Mama-ji: Ha ha… Good. You know it feels so good if someone comes here, like today you have come…. But alas! All of my blood relations have scattered out… and there is hardly any time for this old man…
Me: Don’t say like that Mama-ji… Actually since you leave alone, you sense that a shade more.
Mama-ji: Hmm… may be! I pass my days now with two or three friends here who are almost my age and also by giving tuition to the boys and girls of our locality.
Me: In which subject do you give tuition Mama-ji?
Mama-ji: Why? Will you take my tuition? Ha ha ha…
We both were smiling.
Mama-ji: Mainly mathematics, but not lower classes, I don’t have the patience now… so I restrict to only classes XI and XII.
Me: I see.
I was feeling slightly uncomfortable now as my panty borders had shifted a bit and were cutting marginally on my groins. Though it was not an intolerable situation, but since I had been sitting in the car in a stiff posture for a prolonged period of time, it must have happened. Mama-ji was right in front of me, so obviously there was no question of me trying to adjust my panty. I continued like that though could clearly feel that the edges of my panty were pressing on my groin.
Mama-ji: Anyway, tell me how’s Rajesh’s business going? I hope all is well?
Me: Yes Mama-ji, his business is going okay, but he has to spend a lot of time in it.
Mama-ji: Ha ha … Shall I consider it as a complain?
Me: (blushing) No, no.
Mama-ji: Still I got the message the way you said it. Ha ha… Anyway, he is staying at night with you naa… Ha ha ha…
I smiled, blushing again.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, whatever you say, you are looking extremely odd in this saffron sari within the house. Seems like some Sanyasini has come …. Ha ha ha..
Me: Yes Mama-ji I know, but I should not break the ashram code.
Mama-ji: But unlike the ashram no one is vigilant on you here!
Me: That’s true. But…
Mama-ji: Okay, but tell me do you always wear this outfit there? I mean even while sleeping also?
Me: No, no Mama-ji. I wear a nighty, but that too is given by the ashram.
Mama-ji: O! I see. But anyway Bahurani you saved me from getting into an awkward situation… (he was smilingly mischievously)
Me: (amused) How?
Mama-ji: If you wished to change your sari, I am not in a position to give you a spare one. Obviously there are no female garments in my house. Ha ha ha… I only have shirts and trousers to offer you. At most I can give you a vest and a pajama to wear…. Ha ha ha…
I smiled back to him with a crimson shade on my face.
Mama-ji: Though there are some saris etc. of my maidservant kept here for emergency purpose, but obviously I can never offer that to my Bahurani.
I smiled again and sipped the tea. Just then Mama-ji stood up from the couch. He has finished his tea. He came near me. I was definitely feeling a bit uncomfortable as he came very near to me and looked down at me while talking. I was sitting in a clumsy fashion in that couch - both my legs were spread and since my buttocks had sunk deep my sari stretched on my thighs making them more prominent and my twin tits appeared like two small hillocks on display as my upper body leaned back on the backrest of the couch.
Fortunately I was wearing a sari; had I been wearing a salwar-kamiz and sitting in this couch, surely it would look rather obscene because from the opposite low angle Mama-ji certainly would have been able to peep into my kamiz from below due to my parted legs. Simultaneously the thought of myself wearing the Maha-yagya paridhan and sitting on this couch came to my mind and I instantly blushed and smiled within myself thinking of the outrageous upskirt view I would have provided to Mama-ji sitting opposite to me!
Mama-ji: Bahurani, I will just take a break for 15-20 minutes, as I have to attend some urgent garden work. Till such time you can have a look at the house and also go to the roof if you like. Otherwise you can just relax here also … okay?
Me: Ji… ji Mama-ji.
I completed the tea and took a couple of sweets, which tasted really nice. As Mama-ji went outside to the garden, I stretched myself and tried to feel more relaxed and automatically now my legs got parted even more (I wondered what would happen to a girl if she sits in this couch wearing a knee-length skirt!)
However, as I continued to relax on that couch, I had to admit in my mind that it was extremely comfortable because once I released my full body weight onto it and was not stiff any longer, it really was a great feeling! At the same time I concluded that this sort of couch should not be kept in the dining, but rather in a private place (like bedroom or a somewhat closed verandah) so that females could also use it effectively. The backrest was so awkwardly deep that when I released my body fully to lean and rest on it, my big boobs looked like two floating balloons under my sari! By no means it could be termed decent for a matured woman to sit and relax on this sort of a couch (especially in front of any male).
After a while, I got up and thought of taking a walk within the house. Mama-ji was outside working in the garden. I started with the kitchen, which was substantially big and spacious. All the utensils, plates, cups, spice bottles, etc. were kept very neatly and I appreciated Mama-ji’s maid’s work in my mind.
Me: Surely Mama-ji! (I relied with a smiling face alighting from the stool on which I was sitting)
Radheshyam Uncle: Actually Beti I can walk with the help of this cane, but in the toilet I need help. Hope you would not mind helping this old man… Ha ha ha…
Me: No, no. Not at all.
Mama-ji went to the bedroom to change and Radheshyam Uncle took baby steps towards the bathroom. I also accompanied him walking side by side.
I opened the bathroom door for him. Radheshyam Uncle slowly stepped inside and put his cane on the bathroom hook. As soon as he was without the cane, he visibly had an unstable gait. I quickly held him by his hand and shoulder.
Radheshyam Uncle: Beti, can you please hold my shirt like this…
He indicated to lift up his shirt at his waist so that he could open the zip of his trouser. I did as he instructed. I should have tugged my pallu in my waist as it was slipping off my breasts as I had bent marginally.
Radheshyam Uncle: Oh! These zips… they never would come down smooth! (he was trying to pull down his zip with two hands)
I was feeling a bit tongue-tied as the position I was in I could not miss the sight of his penis; though he was pretty elderly and semi-disabled, my heart was beating a shade faster in anticipation of “lund darshan”.
Radheshyam Uncle: Ah! Got it! (he looked up at me)
My pallu was sliding down slowly and now almost my full blouse-covered left breast was visible. There was no way I could adjust it and I cursed myself for not being attentive about it. Radheshyam Uncle now took out his cock out of his chaddi…
My God! It was such a well-nourished, stiff dick, almost unbelievable for a man of his age! He smiled at me and started urinating. The smile was so suggestive…. I never expected such a gesture from an elderly man like him! In front of my eyes Radheshyam Uncle was peeing and I could clearly see the reddish bulb of his stout penis. Automatically I felt very awkward because though he looked significantly old, his lund was quite stout and stiff! Even though Radheshyam Uncle’s cock was not very long, but definitely it was pretty portly, which would attract any mature woman.
I tried my best to look elsewhere but the attraction of well-nourished penis is such for a married woman that time and again my eyes were coming down on his open fly. The stream was weak and Uncle urinated for a longer time than normal. I was so engrossed to watch his naked dick that had not noticed my pallu had almost slipped completely off my conical blouse covered peaks revealing my treasures.
The position was such that I could not shift any of the hands – I was supporting Radheshyam Uncle with one hand while with the other I was holding his lifted shirt. I noticed that Uncle was eyeing my big pomegranate breasts and looking at my exposed cleavage. It was so irritating, but there was nothing to do till he finished urination.
Radheshyam Uncle: Thanks Bahurani… please be kind enough to hold my shirt up for a little while more.
Me: O…okay uncle.
Radheshyam Uncle jerked his penis for unusually long time giving me a prolonged opportunity to view his naked penis. I wondered in the last few days how many male penises I had seen!
Radheshyam Uncle: Okay done.
Uncle angled his arm to pull down his shirt and his elbow straightaway hit my tight breasts and I immediately coiled up.
Radheshyam Uncle: Sorry Beti… actually… you can now hold me by my shoulders.
I tried to adjust my pallu first with one hand and held him with the other, but he was so unsteady that he was almost falling to one side during this act.
Radheshyam Uncle: B-a-h-u-r-a-n-i, do not take away your hand like that.
I reacted immediately and had to be extremely proactive to prevent his fall, but in the process was almost hugging him from the back. My full breasts pressed against his back as he was regained his standing posture.
Me: Oh! You scared me Uncle!
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani that’s my only problem, my gait. I really have no control on that.
Me: I can understand… (all this while my firm boobs remained tightly pressed on his back and Uncle must have enjoyed the fullness of my tits thoroughly on his back).
I myself was also feeling “hot” now – first being a spectator in that lewd chat, then seeing Uncle’s lund, and now pressing my breasts on his body – the effect was of course more as I was pantyless inside my sari.
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, you come to my front and hold me so that I can get the cane.
Me: Okay…
I slowly came face to face with Radheshyam Uncle, being very cautious so that he did not get off balance, but in the process rubbed my big tight breasts on his body’s upper part as I finally came to his front. I did not know whether it was enough to charge up a 50+ man semi-disabled man like him or not, but I myself was indeed feeling a strong itch inside my choot.
Radheshyam Uncle: Now you hold me Bahurani so that I can…
Me: Yes, surely.
I held his waist as he raised his right arm to get the cane, but unfortunately the positioning was not right and he had to lean forward to reach the cane hung on the wall hook. His body weight started leaning towards me and though Radheshyam Uncle was not very bulky, it was a rather tight situation for me to keep his body weight holding on to his waist only. I had to shift my hands off his waist to hold him properly and more securely, but as I did that I noticed his whole body undulated like a free particle and I immediately grabbed him tightly to avoid a fall incident.
Radheshyam Uncle: B-a-h-u-r-a-n-i…
Me: Sorry Uncle. I forgot momentarily…
Now I was compelled to hold him by his body circumference, but the result was simply disastrous for me. It was almost like a full frontal hug for Uncle and with his one arm extended out for the cane, his unbalanced undulating body slipped into my embrace. As he bent further to reach for the cane, I was unable to bear his weight with my hands and though I tried my best to avoid that clumsy situation, it was inevitable. I was virtually hugging him from the front!
Things were worse since he had one arm folded near his chest (while his other arm was stretched out for the cane), he was in fact directly touching and pressing my big mammaries over my sari pallu and blouse with that hand! I could feel his pelvic area also pressing and pushing into my crotch! I never expected such a thing to happen in the toilet, but as soon as I got direct touches on my boob by a male hand, I started getting very excited. The sight of Uncle’s stiff and nourished cock (which I saw moments ago during his urination) also crept up in my mind. I could clearly sense the flow of libido in me and was getting excited by the touch of this near 60 man!
Uiiiaaahhhh…. (I murmured within myself)
My face pressed against his shoulder and armpit and the scent of male body odor made me more passionate! I completely forgot his age and the respect that existed between our relationship and embraced him more tightly with both hands (as if trying to hold him so that he could keep his balance). I was pretty sure Radheshyam Uncle could not miss that gesture of mine as my fingers dug deep into his skin and within moments I realized that he was also eager to use the opportunity! I felt that his bend arm had started working! Initially it was pressing on my breasts, but now I could clearly feel that his fingers pressed on my firm boob flesh and trying to cup my big-sized developed tit.
Radheshyam Uncle: Ohh! Bahurani… I am feeling a bit lightheaded… Aah! Can you… can you please hold me for some more time?
Me: Of course Uncle. Please be stationary till you feel better.
Radheshyam Uncle: Oh… Okay… Thanks.
Was he really feeling lightheaded? God knows! Though his facial expressions were pretty convincing for me that he was feeling uneasy, but his body movements were certainly depicting a different story! His head suddenly drooped and rested on my shoulder.
Me: Uncle, are you okay?
Radheshyam Uncle: Umm… (sniffing my neck and hair) It happ… happens to me… will be okay soon.
Me: Okay, okay. You just reeee… (I almost gasped as his nose touched my neck) … relax. No… No problem.
I tried my best to appear normal to the aged man, but his movements were making me rather horny! As his head continued to lie on my shoulder and he was inhaling my hair aroma, his folded arm remained pressed on my breast directly. Additionally as he felt lightheaded he dropped his extended arm (which he had raised for the cane on the wall hook) behind my body and it landed on my round protruding ass. This time I was really feeling very uncomfortable, as I was not keen to advertise to Radheshyam Uncle that I was not wearing a panty under my sari. But as his body dropped and bent a bit due to his lightheadedness, his palm was right over my sari-covered left ass cheek. I was compelled to wriggle my ass and tried to shift a bit in my standing posture as I was feeling very uneasy and getting increasingly excited that way with a man embracing me with his left hand on my doodh and his right hand on my gaand!
It was not that I was not enjoying Uncle’s touches on my body, but he was making me rather crazy with his posture. Afterall I did not want to cross the decency level and go wild here in Mama-ji’s residence.
Radheshyam Uncle was continuously emitting sounds of different sorts (uff… aaafff… ohhh…) and simultaneously exerting more pressure on me. He kept his body weight almost fully on me and now though his head was somewhat stationary (not breathing in too much my hair aroma), his hands were making me gasp. I could feel Radheshyam Uncle was trying to stretch his fingers of his left hand, which was pressed between our bodies right over my mammaries, and in the process was actually squeezing and cupping my firm boob flesh. I just went mad – my nipples were fully erect by then and I was sure he could feel the poke of my stiff nipples on his fingers over the fabric of my blouse and brassiere. Naturally my lips began to part and I closed my eyes in elation and my fingers digging in more deep on Uncle’s back.
The next moment Radheshyam Uncle made me rather embarrassed as I could clearly make out that he was trying to be sure whether I was wearing anything under my sari. The way he was moving his palm on my whole ass and pressing certain areas made me very much convinced that he was trying to trace whether I was wearing a panty or not. When the old man was sure that I had nothing underneath my sari he gave me a very tight squeeze on my bottom. My whole face turned red being caught in a pantyless condition in the hands of this near 60 man. I realized that I had to resist now otherwise I might not stop Radheshyam Uncle from molesting me.
Me: Uncle, are you better now? I am really finding it difficult to hold you weight….
Radheshyam Uncle: Ahh… Yes, yes Bahurani. Sorry for that…
Uncle tried to stand straight and I also loosened my hug and he now finally took out his folded arm off my mammaries. Due to his groping my pallu had moved dangerously and I was exposing my cleavage along with the whole of my butter-colored upper breast area. As I was breathing heavily due to my excited state, the bulge of my boobs over my blouse was also very evident. Since I could not remove my hands off Uncle’s body, I could not adjust my sari pallu and thus shamelessly stood in that sexy condition. Radheshyam Uncle was of course eyeing my fully developed tits as he extended his arm again to reach the cane. This time he picked that up cleanly and at last he released me!
I immediately placed my pallu over my exposed boobs and wrapped my sari neatly on my body so that Mama-ji did not suspect anything.
Radheshyam Uncle: Sorry again Bahurani for the trouble.
Me (smiling) No, no, its okay.
I walked ahead of Uncle through the toilet door and as I looked back momentarily I did not miss his gaze over my full-sized butts. I dropped my eyelids in natural shame, as I was very much aware that he had the knowledge that I was wearing nothing under my sari. Our walk through the corridor was of course silent till we reached Mama-ji.
Mama-ji: Oh! You took a long time!
Me: Actually Radheshyam Uncle was not feeling well….
Mama-ji: Oh! What’s is Radhe?
Radheshyam Uncle: Arre… don’t worry Arjun. Its my lightheadedness, which comes and goes throughout the day.
Mama-ji: O! I see. Bahurani, that’s an old friend of his… Ha ha ha...
Mama-ji distributed some candies, which tasted really good.
Radheshyam Uncle: Let me sit for a while to be fully fit again.
Mama-ji: Yes, take some rest. You know Bahurani, Radhe is just my age, but see how old he appears. That’s why I always say to exercise, but this lazy old fox won’t listen!
I said within myself that how much old Radheshyam Uncle might appear, his cock looked very strong and well nourished! I smiled. I was about to sit on the chair when…
Mama-ji: Arree! Bahurani! Wait… one sec.
I was about to sit and remained in that state hearing Mama-ji’s words and my big sari-covered bottom jutted out as I stood in that “about to sit posture”. I must have been looking horribly indecent as both Radheshyam Uncle and Mama-ji were staring keenly at my rear portion.
Mama-ji: (still looking towards my ass) What’s that patch?
Me: Where?
Mama-ji: There… on your… (he pointed towards my ass)
I immediately was alert and stood straight.
Mama-ji: Eh! A distinct black spot there… how did you get that?
I was visibly surprised as I was sure that I did not lean on anything so that I might catch any stain. I took my right hand to my backside (to be precise on my hips) and tried to trace that.
Me: Where? (I tried to see it by stretching my sari)
Mama-ji: Oho, let me show you. You cannot see it like that.
Mama-ji came near me and without even asking for a permission touched my firm ass cheek and pointed out the area on my sari where the stain was.
Me: Oho… okay… okay… but how did I….(In my mind I was cursing me like anything for taking off the panty; after Radheshyam Uncle, now Mama-ji also felt my ass!)
Mama-ji: Did you sit on anything in the toilet?
Me: Out of question Mama-ji. Ask Radheshyam Uncle.
Radheshyam Uncle: No, no. Bhahurani was helping me all along.
Mama-ji: Then, did you press your… I mean bottom on the wall etc.?
Me: No, no!
Mama-ji: Then how did such a big black spot come there? It was definitely not there when you went with Radhe, otherwise I would have told you then.
Me: That’s true also.
Now suddenly a point stroke me! Was it Radheshyam Uncle’s handiwork? I was pretty sure that I did not press my buttocks on anything, but he felt and pressed my ass with his hand for a fairly long time. Right, right! Uncle washed his hands after he took the cane from the wall hook! The rascal!
Mama-ji: Do one thing. Go and check in the mirror in my bedroom.
Me: Okay.
I was also keen to see the stain properly. I walked past both the buddhas and my sixth sense alerted me that they both were gaping at my large round swaying ass inside my sari as I entered Mama-ji’s bedroom. I checked in the mirror and it was surely looking very odd – a blackish stain on the saffron sari - right in the middle of ass. I rubbed it with my finger and tried to wipe it and then suddenly I heard footsteps inside the bedroom!
I was not only surprised, but also shocked seeing both men coming inside the room while I was virtually rubbing my ass in front of the mirror.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, do you have a spare sari with you?
I tried my best to hide my “taken aback” state and tried to act normally. Radheshyam Uncle took small steps and walked towards the bed and sat there! This irritated me even more.
Me: Yes Mama-ji.
Mama-ji: Okay, but Bahurani, I think you would feel the best to wear a fresh set after your bath. Isn’t it?
Me: Yes, but…
Radheshyam Uncle: But Arjun, then how can Bahurani go out for marketing like this?
Mama-ji: But we need to make a move soon otherwise we will proceed to the market now only, otherwise will get late for lunch.
Me: But Mama-ji…
Mama-ji: Oho… Bahurani! There’s one simple way to get rid of this problem.
Radheshyam Uncle and myself both looked questionable at him.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, I have a washing machine and you won’t believe it dries things in minutes. I will just get that cleaned (again pointing towards my ass) and get it dried in the machine. Will take just about 15 minutes or so.
Radheshyam Uncle: Bah! That’s really good to know. What do you say Bahurani?
I was literally handicapped to put forward my view (though I tried), as they were just too elderly to me for a protest.
Me: But Mama-ji… err… You don’t take all that pain. I mean I can manage to my spare sari. (Though I was really not keen to change to the fresh sari without a bath as I had sweated a lot and gathered a lot of dust traveling)
Mama-ji: Bahurani… (there was certainly a change in Mama-ji’s voice).. I told you it’s just a matter of 15 minutes (it was more of an order).
Radheshyam Uncle: Yes Bahurani, when your mama-ji is saying, you just don’t worry.
I had very little choice after that and moreover I was a guest in Mama-ji’s residence, so could not also object much.
Me: O… Okay Mama-ji, as you say, but definitely you don’t have to wash the stain, I will do it myself…
Mama-ji: Oho… this girl is just too much… Just do as I say Bahurani! (the output definitely was very affirmative)
Me: (giving up) Ji… ji Mama-ji.
Mama-ji: Okay then, give me the sari.
That was the shock of my life! How could I just take off my sari in front of him and Radheshyam Uncle? I looked up at him with an extremely frowned face.
Mama-ji seemed cool as if he asked me to do something very normal!
Mama-ji: What happened Bahurani?
Me: No, I mean… err…
Radheshyam Uncle: Arre Arjun, seems Bahurani is shying from us!
Mama-ji: Oooohhh! Ha ha ha…
I stood like an idiot in between the two elderly males who both started laughing loudly.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, really?
Radheshyam Uncle: This is the height Arjun! Ha ha ha…
I really did not understand what was so funny in that - I was hesitating to open my sari in front of two males – was that very peculiar? I was indeed feeling rather shy and reserved now with the simultaneous laughs from both males.
Mama-ji: (stopping his laugh suddenly) Do you want us to leave the room?
The question was so unexpectedly placed before me that I could not react and fumbled and made a mess of myself.
Me: No… err…. I mean…
Mama-ji: Radhe… come along. Lets wait outside… Bahurani is shying from us… He bhagwan…
Before I could react Radheshyam Uncle added something more.
Radheshyam Uncle: Arre Bitiya-rani, your husband had played naked in his lap. And you are shying from him? So many times your mama-ji had dressed up even your mother-in-law… and you are shying from him! That’s not expected! Anyway, we are going out of the room….
Saying that he was about to get up from the bed where he was sitting. He visibly seemed to be in pain as he was about to lift his body. I could well realize things were taking a different shape and quickly tried to resurrect the situation.
Me: No, no Mama-ji, I didn’t mean that. Please… I did not want to hurt you.
Mama-ji: No, no Bahurani, you were quite clear…
Me: Mama-ji… Mama-ji, am sorry. I know that you have seen Rajesh from his childhood and Radheshyam Uncle you were a childhood friend of my mother-in-law. (I was trying my best to butter them up) Actually I… I thought the other way round…
Radheshyam Uncle: What Bahurani?
Me: I… I thought you might feel offended if I open my sari in front of you. Afterall I am your family’s Bahu…
Mama-ji: Ohhh! Come on! Why should we feel upset?
Radheshyam Uncle: Ha ha ha… just see… we were taking you in a totally different way.
I smiled and was much relieved that I could save the situation.
Mama-ji: Anyway, lets not waste further time because we will get late then for shopping.
Radheshyam Uncle: Right, right! Bahurani, give your sari to Arjun.
Though I was very hesitant, but I did not want to exhibit that to them. Both males were staring at me as I dropped my sari off my breasts and started unwrapping it off my waist. Within moments I was standing in front of these elderly males clad in my blouse and petticoat.
Me: Here… here it is. (My eyes were towards the floor as I was indeed feeling rather shy standing like that in front of two men, almost my father’s age)
As I handed over my sari to Mama-ji and I noted he and Radheshyam Uncle both were eyeing my gorgeous toppling mammaries clasped in my blouse. My breasts appeared all the more prominent and erect as I was wearing a very tight bra that day.
Mama-ji: okay Beti, just wait for a while, I will get this stain cleaned.
Radheshyam Uncle: Come quickly Arjun.
Mama-ji: Yes surely.
I felt very awkward standing like that in the room in front of Radheshyam Uncle who was sitting on the bed.
Radheshyam Uncle: You resemble so much like your mother-in-law Bahurani!
I looked at him and saw clearly that he was openly stroking his lund with his hand inside his trousers! My goodness!
Radheshyam Uncle: Tulsi, I mean your mother-in-law also had a great body like you… (he seemed to be licking my whole body with his eyes!)
I was shocked by the boldness of Radheshyam Uncle and really did not know what to say.
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, come and sit here… on the bed.
I had little alternative and stepped slowly towards the bed. Radheshyam Uncle patted the bed to indicate the position to sit. I felt very ashamed the way things were going, especially about my half-stripped state.
Radheshyam Uncle: You know Beti, when I am looking at you, it reminds me of my Tulsi…
“My Tulsi”? What did he mean?
I could not look straight into Uncle’s eyes, as I was aware that my cleavage was visible to him over my blouse. The fabric of my petticoat was also not very thick and as I sat on the bed, the outlines of my well-formed rotund thighs were traceable through my petticoat.
Still I looked questionably at him.
Radheshyam Uncle: You are surprised, isn’t it? But you know Bahurani, Tulsi was supposed to marry me, but…
Me: Marry you?
I was shocked to hear such a comment from Radheshyam Uncle.
Radheshyam Uncle: Yes Bahurani, but there was an unfortunate sudden clash between our parents, which did not allow that to happen. But we married each other in our minds. Ahh…
Me: Really! (Though I was pretty surprised to know this fact, I was in fact getting out of my shyness shell slowly)
Radheshyam Uncle: Yes Beti and now each time I am looking at you… it seems Tulsi is sitting in front of me! You resemble her so much bodily!
Uncle then paused for a moment before he exploded a “bomb”!
Radheshyam Uncle: You know Bahurani, Tulsi and I spent so many quiet afternoons in our house attic - just like you and me are sitting like this… just like you – clad only in her petticoat and blouse… Actually during that time talks of her marriage was going on and she used to dress up in sari all the time. We used to meet secretly you know…
Radheshyam Uncle paused very briefly and looking at my face continued.
Radheshyam Uncle: We used to meet in our house attic you know Bahurani and as soon as we were within closed doors we were in others arms… Ahhh… We then used to chat just like you and me are sitting here and most of the time Tulsi lost her sari in our hugs. Ha ha ha…
I was a bit staggered to hear such things about my mother-in-law and honestly did not know how to react. Radheshyam Uncle seemed to be relishing quite a bit as he narrated his private life with my mother-in-law!
Radheshyam Uncle: B-a-h-u-r-a-n-i… you are really making me nostalgic… your body, the way you are looking right now, your blouse (looking at my twin peaks), your petticoat (looking at my legs)… you definitely bear a strong resemblance to my Tulsi…
I smiled just a shade. What else could I do? I was praying for Mama-ji to come back so that I could break out of Radheshyam Uncle’s “nostalgia”. But unfortunately that was not the case and this man continued to relate personal details of my mother-in-law, which started making me significantly uncomfortable.
Radheshyam Uncle: As I was saying then also Bahurani, the fashion of wearing underpants has only evolved recently. I never saw Tulsi to wear one… Even you know Beti, at that time, women hardly wear a bra at home, unlike today, when I find my bahu always wearing one whether at home or going outside! The changing time… Huh!
What did he mean? How could he say that? Did he use to check lifting my mother-in-law’s skirt or sari? I was simply stunned listening to what he mentioned about his bahu!
Just then Mama-ji was back.
Oh! What a relief!
Mama-ji: Its done Bahurani, its absolutely clean now. I have kept it in the drier and should be dry in 5-10 minutes.
Me: O… okay… err… Thanks Mama-ji.
Mama-ji: The stain was oily type, where did you get it from?
Me: No clue!
Mama-ji: Have you checked Bahurani whether it had seep into your petticoat or not? Actually the fabric of your ashram sari is quite thin, so I was just…
Me: Ye… yes.. err… no.
Mama-ji: What yes/no? Stand up, let me see.
Again it was a compromising state for me, as I had to display my ass to my elderly relative. I did not argue and stood up, turned back and faced Radheshyam Uncle who was sitting on bed so that my round petticoat-covered buttocks faced Mama-ji. I could sense Mama-ji coming near to inspect my gaand from a closer proximity. Instantly my heart was beating faster as I was very much aware that I was not wearing a panty below my petticoat and my fleshy ass cheeks must have been visibly prominent through the sheer fabric of my petticoat.
Mama-ji: Thank God. You are safe Bahurani. It did not seep in.
Me: (I was so much relieved as I faced Mama-ji) Oh! Good to know that.
Mama-ji: So Bahurani? How much bore did this old man make you during this time? Ha ha ha…
Me: No… no, it was okay.
Mama-ji: Radhe, what were you chattering?
Radheshyam Uncle: Nothing, I was just telling her how much she resembles Tulsi.
Mama-ji: Ohh… Okay. But yaar, let bygones be bygones. You had an affair with my sister and it was our misfortune that it did not materialize at that time… that’s all.
Radheshyam Uncle: Agreed. But tell me Arjun does she not extraordinarily resemble Tulsi?
This again created an opportunity for the two “buddhas” to inspect my ripe jawani. I was surely looking rather sexy in that outfit and both males must have had a gala time feasting their eyes once again directly on my matured curves.
Mama-ji: Hmm… Bahurani, that’s true. Your physical appearance does remind me of my sister during her young days….
I did not know what to do and tried to remain normal though automatically me ears and face had turned red. But I was confused since if Mama-ji was comparing me with her sister at her young age, how could she have such a plump figure at that age!
“I am almost 30 now and my mother-in-law must have got married at 16 or 17! Then how…” I babbled in my mind.
Mama-ji: Anyway Bahurani…. Seems your uncle is quite charged up seeing you… Ha ha ha… Radhe, don’t just confuse her with Tulsi and do anything… Bahurani, just be careful… Ha ha ha…
I smiled and blushed as I was very much aware what he meant by his statement. I was quite astonished to see that an elderly man like mama-ji had no respect for her sister and was openly discussing her premarital affair like this!
Radheshyam Uncle: Ha ha ha… That’s well said.
Mama-ji: Let me check if the sari has dried up or not.
Mama-ji left the room and Radheshyam Uncle also stood up and was about to leave the room. He took baby steps and had reached the doorstep when Mama-ji was back with my sari.
Mama-ji: Here it is Bahurani… you get ready and then we will go straight to the Parineeta Store, a very famous ladies garment shop in this area.
I sighed a big relief as I was alone in the room. I closed the door and quickly pulled out my panty from the carry bag. I was cursing myself why I had stripped off it! I briskly wore my panty and adjusted my blouse and petticoat once before getting out of the house and finally wrapping the sari on my body to look decent. I combed my hair and was ready in a minute to accompany Mama-ji and Uncle to the market.
We boarded the car and Mama-ji drove us through the busy roads to our destination. I was sitting on the back seat while Radheshyam Uncle was in the front seat along with Mama-ji. Within 15-20 minutes we reached the Parineeta Store, which seemed to be a decent looking shop.
Mama-ji: The sari section is on the upstairs.
As the gatekeeper opened the door I noticed he was looking at my firm tits and I quickly looked down and wrapped my sari pallu more securely, but actually in the process I unknowingly revealed the contours of my big breasts more as I tightly wrapped my pallu over my blouse.
The shop was spacious and I noticed the store had all sorts of ladies garments starting from salwar suits, kurta-pajamas, tops-skirts, lehenga-choli, ghagras and even shirts and ladies trousers which were decently displayed in the ground floor. As we walked past the cash counter to the stairs I could well realize everybody was watching me probably due to my unusual saffron sari. Radheshyam Uncle was obviously walking slowly due to his handicapped state and I was walking with him while Mama-ji climbed up the stairs ahead of us.
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, you go up, I will take time to climb up the stairs.
Me: Its okay Uncle. There is no hurry… (Afterall he was going to buy me the sari, how could I just leave him on the stairs and walk up!)
Radheshyam Uncle: He he… Okay, okay… as you wish. Then do one thing… since the stair is narrow you climb up a couple of steps and then wait for me and then probably I can catch up!
Though apparently there was no problem in that he said, but as the stair to the first floor of the shop was fairly steep and it was narrow too, I realized that I would present a very indecent view of my hips for Uncle. But there was nothing I could do about it and I climed up two steps and waited for him. I tried to move sideways as much as I could as I waited for Uncle, but surely presented a rather luscious view of my sari-covered plump and round ass for him as he was looking up at me. Thankfully the flight of stairs ended shortly and we reached the first floor of the shop.
Like the ground floor, this area was also spacious and various saris were displayed at all corners of this big hall-type room with a wooden waist height counter running almost throughout the room. As I looked around I was extremely surprised that in that whole floor there was not even a single salesman at the counter though there were plenty downstairs! Mama-ji was talking to a “seth-ji type” person, very fat and round, and we approached them.
Mama-ji: Ahh… Pyaremohan Sahab, here is my Bahurani. She has come all the way from Delhi! Bahurani, meet the owner of this Parineeta Store, Mr. Pyaremohan Goyel.
It was difficult for me to hide a smile looking at this sort of a human structure – though he appeared middle aged, but due to his short height, spherical body shape, and with a significantly protruding belly, he presented more like a cartoon figure.
Pyaremohan: Welcome Madam to my small store.
Me: (Folding hands and suppressing my smile) Namaste! You say this s-m-a-l-l!
Pyaremohan: He he he… No, no Madam, it looks big, but not that big (he glanced very briefly at my tits)!
Did he mean? Oh No!
Me: Certainly this is a very large and beautiful shop. Very nice Pyaremohan-ji.
Pyaremohan: Thanks Madam. All due to customer’s grace. Madam, please come. Both Radheshyam Sahab and Arjun Sahab are very old customers of my shop.
Me: I see.
Pyaremohan: Radheshyam Sahab’s Bahu also buys everything from us only.
Me: O! I see.
Mama-ji: Arre… Bahurani… What should I say! Pyaremohan Sahab released all his salesmen from here and said he himself would show you his Parineeta Store showcase!
Me: Ohh… (smiling and surprised as well) I am really… I mean honored.
Was that not a bit too much? May be he had great respect for his customers, Mama-ji and Radheshyam Uncle, but this definitely seemed to me a bit too odd.
Pyaremohan: Come Madam, come.
We now approached the counter and Mr. Pyaremohan went to the other side of it.
Pyaremohan: Madam, tell me first what sort of sari would you like to see and after that I will show you the exclusives of Parineeta Store. He he…
Me: I mean err… actually I do not have a concrete plan to buy any…
Mama-ji: Actually Pyaremohan Sahab we would like to gift Bahurani with something decent and which suits her choice too!
Pyaremohan: O I see. Then just relax and see our range.
As Mr. Pyaremohan was talking to us I could clearly feel his eyes were roving on my body. This is a sixth sense all women have by virtue of which we could judge a person’s intention easily. It was surely the last thing that I expected from his middle-aged obese shopkeeper. I saw his moving eyeballs halted for seconds on my obtruding boobs and then slipped on to the lower half of my body. Though this gaping was only momentary and hence I tried to ignore it and concentrate on the range of saris.
I sat on one of the stools that were kept at the counter and Mama-ji and Radhyshyam Uncle stood by my two sides.
Pyaremohan: Madam, I will start with our silk range, Mysore and Kota, and then switch to Gadwal and Bandhni. Okay?
I nodded.
Though Mr. Pyaremohan appeared rather obese, he seemed to be quite swift in getting the sari bundles off the shelf! He unfolded and presented before me one sari after another and I had to admit in my mind that the collection was quite impressive. Simultaneously I was having a feeling of great satisfaction getting this VIP treatment where the owner himself was engaged in showing me the sari range of his shop! I honestly got occupied in browsing the saris very early and in the constant chatter Mr. Pyaremohan was doing for me describing each sari.
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani (keeping his hand on my shoulder), whatever you like in this set just keep aside so that when you finish browsing, you can decide on the sorted ones.
Me: Yes Uncle.
Surprisingly Radheshyam Uncle did not remove his hand off my shoulder and I could feel his fingers were clearly feeling my blouse and bra strap there. So I repeated my reply.
Me: Okay Uncle.
Radheshyam Uncle: Fine Beti. Carry on.
I thought Uncle probably held me so that he could get better support while standing and hence I again immersed myself viewing the super silk, Badhni, and Gadwal collection Mr. Pyaremohan was offering. But that old fox surely had other plans!
Within moments I was alert and my attention wandered from the saris spread in front of me to Radheshyam Uncle’s finger movements on my shoulder. I could not turn my face or eyes to my shoulder obviously because that would look outrageously indecent, but I could well realize now that Uncle’s fingers were tracing my bra strap on my shoulder under my blouse and he even started tracing my bra strap on my smooth back!
I of course was very, very astonished at this action, but had to be silent such was the situation. Though I continued to glance through the saris, but I was getting defocussed because I could clearly sense Uncle shifting his hand from my shoulder towards my back. He placed his palm over my bare skin (the area of the U-cut of my blouse on my back). I had tucked my hair when we were coming to the market and hence it was all the more easy pickings for him. The warm feel of a male hand immediately made my senses as if ready to act! It was certainly not an elderly touch for support; the elderly man was clearly feeling my bare skin!
Within moments, I could feel his palm sliding down more and more towards my blouse covered back. If I say that I was not getting thrilled by his hand movement on my body, I would be lying and when his hand started tracing my bra strap and moved down, I could clearly feel my nipples raising their heads within my bra!
Uuuuuuuu…..
It was a precarious situation! I tried my best to resist emotions coming to my face and my lips naturally parted as I experienced the snake-like movement of uncle’s fingers crawling at my blouse-covered back. I looked at Mr. Pyaremohan. Did he realize anything? No perhaps. He must have felt that I was extremely impressed seeing the sari collection of his shop.
Radheshyam Uncle continued to feel my smooth scratch-less back over the fabric of my tightly stretched blouse and finally stopped just over my bra hook! I immediately had goosebump all over my body!
The sly fox…
Simultaneously within my bra also there was turmoil, as I could clearly sense my nipples becoming harder and pressing more on my bra cups probably in anticipation of something “more”! Fortunately, till then, Radheshyam Uncle’s fingers were only resting on my bra clip! I felt very timid and tongue-tied in that unfamiliar environment of the shop and was extremely stiff.
It was not that I thought of protesting, but I was confused as to whom to ask help from, as my own associates were groping me in a public place! Moreover, what exactly would I say as to object? I could not just start accusing such an elderly person who happened to be the best friend of Mama-ji too! The respect that I saw in the eyes of the shopkeeper also refrained me to create a scene here. I indeed felt “helpless” and had to succumb to this groping.
I could well make out that Radheshyam Uncle was a typical example of “frustuu” whom we females meet in crowded buses or trains whose sole aim remains to extract perverted pleasure touching our bodies. I did taste some of his perverts when I was with him in the toilet at Mama-ji’s residence. He must have been thoroughly enticed seeing a voluptuous woman like me!
Mama-ji: Oh! Let me sit and see the saris. It’s painful to stand like this for so long.
Pyaremohan: Sure sure! Take a stool. (Now looking at Uncle) Sir, you can also…
Radheshyam Uncle: No, no. I am perfectly okay. You know I have that leg problem, so it’s better for me to stand. Ha ha ha…
Pyaremohan: Okay, okay. As you please… Madam, next you see this Gadwal. It’s a unique print, no other color combination for this. Let me unfold it for you…
As Mama-ji sat beside me, he positioned himself sideways and as if to keep balance he placed his elbow on the counter table where the saris were displayed while he placed his other hand on the backside of my stool.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, don’t think that you can buy just one sari. Radheshyam is afterall not so ‘kanjoos’! Ha ha ha… I feel you choose the ones you like and then in the end we can decide how many to buy. Okay?
Me: O… Okay Mama-ji. (I almost whispered)
Though I was somewhat baffled by Radheshyam Uncle’s actions, I indeed was glad to get this opportunity to add a few quality saris to my collection. I tried my best to shrug off Radheshyam Uncle’s moves by considering it as a frustration of his old age and tried to simply ignore it. I tried to concentrate again on browsing the saris.
But within a short period I realized that in my sitting posture my ass was touching something “new” on the stool. I became very conscious that that it was Mama-ji’s hand! I was in no position to look back and inspect because Mr. Pyaremohan was right in front of me. But now with each second, I could figure out that slowly and steadily Mama-ji’s fingers were touching and pressing on my ass flesh! I was naturally alert, but soon realized that I was thinking a bit too much because I was influenced by Uncle’s moves. Mama-ji’s hand just rested on the edge of my stool and it was stationary and surely had no foul intentions. So I just concentrated on the saris though Mama-ji’s fingers were touching the roundedness of my buttocks adequatley.
In the meantime Radheshyam Uncle had almost crossed all limits of decency as he was tracing my whole bra on my back with his busy fingers. I was getting a very mixed sort of a feeling – I was definitely getting aroused, but there was also my conscious effort to hide my expressions from the shopkeeper. Since Mama-ji was looking at the saris along with me no one could see Uncle’s “harkat”! I cursed my mother-in-law in my mind for having an affair with this sort of a “dirty” man!
All along I was hanging a smile on my lips before Mr. Pyaremohan who was right in front of me unfolding one sari after another and constantly babbling about how good the saris were. My lips were marginally clenching my teeth as I browsed the saris being very much aware of this groping in a public place.
Uncle was now awkwardly pressing near my bra hook with his fingers and I was honestly getting concerned that if somehow the hook opens up! I closed my eyes momentarily and tried to remain cool, but unfortunately could not demonstrate any protest to this action. This actually was making the situation even worse for me. I probably should have altered my posture or at least do something to make obvious that I disapprove these lewd moves, but since I decided to remain silent and behaved as if I did not realize his intentions, Uncle surely was pumped up!
“O…O My God! What was he doing?”, I blathered to myself.
I was absolutely convinced now that Radheshyam Uncle was trying to open my bra hook under my blouse!
What audacity!
His hand movements obviously signaled trouble for me and he was tactfully pressing my bra strap just adjacent to both sides of the hook!
Radhyshyam Uncle: Arre Pyaremohan Sahab, I think light green would suit Bahurani more, not this green.
Pyaremohan: Right Sahab, let me see if I get that exact color…
I was just a-m-a-z-e-d to see the normalcy of Uncle! He knew very well what he was up to, but he behaved as if… !!!
Mama-ji: Bahurani, just see that sari once more….
Me: Which… which one? (I had to behave normally, had no other way!)
Mama-ji: That one, there at the corner.
Me: O… okay.
Mr. Pyaremohan was untying a fresh bunch of saris and so I had to get the sari, which Mama-ji wanted to re-see, but it was in the far corner and I had to stretch myself to get that.
And…
And as soon as I stretched myself to get that sari, two things happened simultaneously and I was absolutely dumbstruck! As I reached out for that sari, I had to lift my body off the stool just a shade and right at that moment Radheshyam Uncle, who had his hand on my bra strap for quite sometime now, suddenly pressed the hook in such a way that it simply popped open!
I honestly felt as if tranquilized by this! Automatically my lips parted wide and I almost uttered a shriek! I was stiff as a board and I was simply t-h-u-n-d-e-r-s-t-r-u-c-k!
Now that I had picked up the sari, I landed my base on the stool again only to find Mama-ji’s hand! I sat completely on his outstretched palm.
Me: Ouch!
Mama-ji: Uuuuuuiii… reee..!
Mama-ji as if cried out in pain!
Me: Oh! Sorry Mama-ji!
I immediately lifted my ass off the seat so that Mama-ji could take out his hand though he must have felt the tightness and roundedness of my gorgeous butts for a few seconds. I instantly realized that I should have been more careful about my movements as my heavy milk-jugs shrugged very noticeably inside my blouse and Mr. Pyaremohan was right in front of me!
Mama-ji: Uhhhuu… (inspecting his fingers) Oh! Bahurani, you have such a massive… Uff… you almost smashed my fingers!
At once my face was as scarlet as a cherry. Mama-ji’s comment (though incomplete) very evidently indicated about my gaand, and that to in front of this totally unknown shopkeeper!
Radheshyam Uncle: He he… Everyone has one, but Bahurani has a big one! Ha ha ha…
Mr. Pyaremohan now joined the laughter and I was feeling so very ashamed sitting amongst these males who were laughing on my gaand.
Mama-ji: Actually I was taking out this small piece of paper (he indicated to the floor where I saw the paper bit was lying)… actually it was under your… I mean on the seat where you were sitting….
Me: O I see. Err… am sorry Mama-ji.
Mama-ji: It’s okay Bahurani (still shrugging his fingers).
Pyaremohan: But Arjun Sahab, how could you err… I mean get hurt? Its only flesh after all and not hard as a rock!
The shopkeeper (though standing right in front of me) was trying to look and assess my hips!
Mama-ji: No, no. That’s okay and for your information Pyaremohan Sahab, I might not have a wife, but I have some knowledge about female gaand! Ha ha ha…
A big round of laughter welcomed Mama-ji’s statement and I felt like a fish out of water sitting asmidst three “uncles”. My ears had turned crimson and emitting heat though already my condition was rather tight sitting with an open bra within my blouse!
Mama-ji: But in this case my hand was in an odd position…
Radheshyam Uncle: Had it been my Bahu you probably would not get hurt.
Mr. Pyaremohan: Why?
Mama-ji: Arre Pyaremohan Sahab! His Bahu is much thinner than my Bahurani…. You have seen her naa?
Mr. Pyaremohan: O! Radheshyam Sahab’s B-a-h-u… y-e-s, y-e-s, I remember! She buys S/5. Right! She is much, much slender than Madam.
Mama-ji: Anyway, it’s okay (still shrugging his fingers).
Radhyshyam Uncle: But… what’s that “S/5” that my Bahu buys?
Mr. Pyaremohan: O! That’s our shop code.
Radhyshyam Uncle:: But what’s that?
Mama-ji was also looking questionably at the shopkeeper.
Mr. Pyaremohan: Ye… err… but we do not disclose customer secrets to others Sir!
Mama-ji: Come on Pyaremohan Sahab! We will not spoil your business!
Mr. Pyaremohan: Hmm… True! Actually its nothing… err. S/5 is the panty size.
Mama-ji and Radheshyam Uncle both frowned at the shopkeeper. I was also taken aback when Mr. Pyaremohan shared such a private piece of info!
Mr. Pyaremohan: See Arjun Sahab, customers are like gods to me and I remember most of my steady customers by these codes, obviously not always panty size, but may be bra or blouse size or a specific type of sari etc. I remember Radheshyam Sahab’s Bahu’s size because very few married customers who come to my shop buys S size panty.
I was absolutely tongue-tied to such an explanation. I could not even look into the eyes of Mr. Pyaremohan.
Mama-ji: Okay… S stands for small I guess?
Mr. Pyaremohan: Yes Sahab. It’s meant for women with comparatively small buttocks (He even showed the size to Mama-ji with his both hands; his palms curving to form the contours).
Radheshyam Uncle: Ummm…. But that’s a very naughty way to remember your ladies customers. Ha ha ha…
Mr. Pyaremohan: Anyway, Arjun Sahab, if you want, you can apply some cold water to your fingers …
Mama-ji: Nehi, nehi! It’s okay. My fingers did not get under a steamroller afterall… Ha ha ha…
I was looking blankly at the counter table in utter dishonor. I was feeling completely out of sorts as the laughter echoed in the vacant hall of the shop.
Mama-ji: Lets get back to business. So Pyaremohan Sahab, are you complete with your…
Pyaremohan: Sahab, just a few more so that Madam can choose from the entire range.
Mama-ji: Okay, okay.
As I started looking into the various saris again, I started feeling a bit better though very much conscious of my open bra inside my blouse. Mr. Pyaremohan unfolded a beautiful Gadwal, which had a stunning color combination, but as I was concentrating on it, I noticed the shopkeeper was enthusiastically looking at my breasts. Did he get the hint that my bra hook had opened? I tried to remain as stationary as possible. I knew very well that with the slightest movement my tits would juggle now and being a heavy-breasted woman it would be extremely tricky for me to restrain the movements of my bountiful boobs within my blouse.
Radheshyam Uncle: Pyaremohan Sahab, your shop has the best collection in this area… we all must admit. What do you say Arjun?
Mama-ji: Of course Radhe, that’s why naa… we brought Bahurani here only!
Pyaremohan: He he he…
As they conversed I could once again feel Radheshyam Uncle’s hand playing on my back. Now obviously the effect was more pronounced on me because since the tight embrace of the bra was not there on my breasts, I was getting more excited with Uncle’s warm touches on my back. Each time his fingers were touching my bare skin outside the periphery of my blouse, my nipples were responding energetically within my blouse. I was trying my best to look “normal” hanging a smile on my face, but undeniably was getting ignited inside. I could feel my trademark dryness on the lips, which I always experience at the advent of sensual feelings and I also started getting my familiar itch in the choot with this continuous groping. Though the shop was adequately aired by several fans, I had started sweating also. Every now and then I was adjusting my sari pallu and moving my butts on the stool so as to remain somewhat calm!
Pyaremohan: This is the last of the lot…. So Madam, you have picked for final selection?
Me: These…
Pyaremohan: Okay Madam. So…. (counting the saris) Six in all. Fine.
Me: I…err I will not take all this….I mean will choose from…
Pyaremohan: Yes, yes Madam. That’s perfectly okay.
Radheshyam Uncle: Good Bahurani (finally removing his “dirty” hand off my back). You are at least better than my Bahu. When I came with her once here, she picked around 15 saris to select from!
Mama-ji: (smiling) Pyaremohan Sahab, do you have anything else, something exclusive in your sari section other than these?
Pyaremohan: Sure Sahab! Let me just clean this area. Madam, when you take a look at our designer collection, you would want to take all. He he he…
Mr. Pyaremohan now kept aside the unfolded saris and took out a small bundle. I sat quietly and was thinking how could I fix my bra hook. It was impossible to do that in front of these males. But as I thought deeper, I came out with a solution. Being a garment shop, there had to be a trial room here. I looked around and immediately discovered that! I thought that this should be easy - as I would say to Mr. Pyaremohan that I would like to try one of the saris – then would go inside the trial room and fasten my bra. I indeed felt at ease appreciating my own plan in my mind.
Pyaremohan: Madam, these are mainly printed chiffon, jorget, and crape designer collection. These are perfect party wears.
Being somewhat comfortable mentally having the ‘trial room plan’ in my mind, I was eager to have a look on this set, especially because I did not have any jorget or chiffon in my collection. But as Mr. Pyaremohan unfolded the first sari I immediately felt slightly hesitant. The reason was simple – the sari was just too transparent! It was not that I was not aware jorget and chiffon saris are diaphanous and thin, but this one seemed to be a bit too much! I obviously could not wear such a thing in front of my in-laws, but I thought Rajesh would surely love it. I smiled to myself.
In the meantime Mr. Pyaremohan unfolded a few more and I was immensely impressed by the wonderful prints and decided to take one in spite of the revealing trait of these saris. I knew we hardly get a chance to go to a party where I could wear such an item, but what was the harm in keeping one in my collection and when someone else is paying! I again smiled to myself.
Pyaremohan: Madam (unfolding a very gorgeous jorget), this sea green would match your complexion very much. Just see…
Mama-ji: Wow! This is indeed very beautiful!
Pyaremohan: Madam, just feel the fabric, its so light and smooth, you will hardly feel that you are wearing anything!
Me: Hmm… (Though I simply loved the print, but I was visibly feeling tight inspecting this sheer fabric in front of these “uncle-like” males)
Radheshyam Uncle: (inspecting the sari with his fingers) Very nice… very nice. I am just asking one question, though I am very novice about these things… whatever I hear from my Bahu… The few times I went for shopping with her I always see my Bahu is very particular about a matching blouse… so are you giving that too with this?
Mama-ji: Bahurani, see, Radhe is doing half your job! Ha ha ha…
I also could not stop smiling hearing that exclusive feminine question from this elderly male!
Pyaremohan: (also smiling) Madam, you must have thought of that also.
Me: Ye… yes. What about that?
Pyaremohan: Madam, see for all designer saris that I showed you, I have the matching blouse pieces.
He did not even completed his words fully that he quickly pulled out a small bunch and briskly scanned and took out the matching blouse piece for this sea-green jorget!
Pyaremohan: Here it is Madam.
He spread the blouse piece out in front of me and I was shocked seeing its transparency! I wondered how could a woman wear such a thin material because… because everyting would be visible through it! Mr. Pyaremohan probably read my mind!
Pyaremohan: Madam, I know very well why you are frowning, but don’t worry. Madam, we provide appropriate inners (=inner cloth inside the blouse to make the fabric opaque) with the blouse piece.
Since my thoughts were caught red handed by this shopkeeper I blushed and looked down though smiling.
Me: O…okay. Then its fine.
Pyaremohan: In fact all these designer collection blouse pieces have inners, otherwise how can you wear them Madam? Everything will remain visible. He he he…
He made the last comment looking at my ripe breasts and I was thoroughly irritated by that vulgar indication.
Mama-ji: My God! So many things are emerging everyday! I never came across such a thing during our time. Inner! Have you Radhe?
Radheshyam Uncle: No way! In our times, a woman used to wear a blouse and a bra, that’s all. No inners… outers… Ha ha ha…
Pyaremohan: Sir-ji, time has changed. He he he… Today’s women are more inclined to wear new designs, new concepts… By the way, Madam, have you used inners before?
Me: Nye…ye… err I mean no.
I fumbled miserably because I was not at all at ease to chat on this topic in the presence of Mama-ji and Radheshyam Uncle, but the shopkeeper dragged me into it.
Pyaremohan: O! I see. Then Madam, I must tell you that you should remember to tell your tailor to add 2-3 millimeters to the measures when he takes it for your blouse, otherwise what these tailors generally do is to just sew the inner without altering any measure. That way Madam you might feel… I mean tight here (he pointed towards his chest) He he he…
The laugh was so disgusting because I knew exactly what he meant.
Pyaremohan: Let me show you how it would look… actually I have a stitched jorget blouse as sample… just a moment…
He quickly leaned downwards to get the sample and I was rather impressed to see his fitness even with that large body habitus!
Pyaremohan: Here it is Madam.
As he kept the sample blouse of the table I saw Mama-ji and Uncle almost jumped on it and immediately started inspecting the fabric of the blouse! The blouse was stretched on the counter table and Mama-ji and Radheshyam Uncle both had their hands right over the cups of that blouse in the pretext of inspecting it! I simply felt miserable in that setting!
Pyaremohan: Madam, see how the inner is stitched… the sleeves are normal, but the back, the sides, and the cups have that thing stitched like this…
Saying that he inserted his fingers into the insides of the blouse cup and showed me how the inner was stitched within the blouse. And not to mention that he was time and again eyeing my full-sized tits as he conversed with me. I felt so embarrassed and felt as if the shopkeeper was tracing his fingers within my blouse! I tried to remain normal, but felt an irresistible itch within my panty and had to scratch once there over my sari to remain composed. It was so, so discomfitting to do that in front of mama-ji, Uncle, and the shopkeeper as they all looked at my right hand fingers as I scratched my crotch over my sari!
Mama-ji: Pyaremohan Sahab, don’t you stitch blouses? I thought you do that….
Pyaremohan: Oh yes Sahab! And that was what I was exactly planning to suggest Madam.
Me: What?
Pyaremohan: Madam, it would be the best if you sew the matching blouse of this jorget here. We have the most efficient tailors. Arjun Sahab was saying that you have some more marketing to do and when you return home just pick up the blouse from here…
Mama-ji: Wow! You take so less time?
Pyaremohan: Sahab see, we need to supply to big merchant houses and at those places turnaround is a key factor. My tailors are very swift and accurate. Madam, how did you like my plan?
I was now virtually having butterflies in my stomach. I was already sitting in a shop with two elderly males and a shopkeeper with an open bra inside my blouse and if I need to give measures for my blouse in this status, I would surely due out of shame! I had to do something, and do something - fast.
Me: Ye… I mean… that’s .. err… really good to know, but err… let us not hurry on that and let me finalize the sari first.
Pyaremohan: Sure Madam. No hurry. I just wanted to tell you that we have that service, that’s all.
Radheshyam Uncle: So Bahurani, do you plan to take this sari or you have chosen something else from the designer collections?
Me: Umm… err… Yes, I will take this one.
As I said that I noted that Uncle was looking down my throat! I quickly lowered my eyelids to find that my sari pallu had shifted somewhat in the front and a gap was created between my pallu and my body and the old humbug was peeing inside my blouse from his standing posture.
Pyaremohan: Fine Madam, I will get the blouse piece and inner for this and keep them aside.
My butter-colored deep cleavage along with my heaving flesh held inside the cups of my blouse was very clearly visible to Uncle from that angle and I immediately wrapped my pallu properly so as to stop this lewd peeping! Uncle smiled wickedly at my gesture, which made me all the more irritated.
Pyaremohan: Madam. Now come with me.
Saying that he was about to get out of the counter and instantly alarm bells started ringing in my mind, as I was very much aware of my “condition”.
Me: But… but where?
Pyaremohan: There…. Madam. You see that mirror. You can see yourself in a better way there and decide on the saris.
Me: I mean… errr… can we… err…
I was naturally fumbling very awkwardly because I certainly wanted to avoid this situation of walking in front of these males with my virtual bra-less condition. There was no way now to go to the trial room first because Mr. Pyaremohan had already offered me the mirror view, which was just a few feet away right in the middle of that hall.
Within the flash of a second I realized that right then there was only one way to save my dignity.
But…
As I was about to propose “I would like to go to the toilet once”… Uncle…
Radheshyam Uncle: Pyaremohan Sahab, can I go to the toilet once. Is there a one upstairs or I need to go down?
Pyarehoman: There is one upstairs, but…. Err… I mean…
Radheshyam Uncle: Why are you hesitating? Any problem?
Pyarehoman: No, no. Actually it’s a ladies toilet, but anyway there are no customers upstairs, so you can use that safely.
Radheshyam Uncle: Oho… Okay! Okay!
I was only twisting and pressing my lips cursing Uncle that he virtually took away the little hope that I had to avoid this appalling situation.
But…
God was not so unkind to me!
Mama-ji: But Radhe you need someone to assist you…
Without a second’s delay, I eagerly snatched the words from Mama-ji’s mouth.
Me: Mama-ji, you just relax! I am here naa… I will take Uncle to the toilet. No problems.
Mama-ji: Okay. Okay… and since you already have aided him once, it won’t be very difficult. He he…
Me: (with more vigor) Exactly!
Radheshyam Uncle: Thanks a lot Bahurani. He he he… By the way, which way is the toilet Pyaremohan Sahab?
Pyaremohan: This way Sahab… there!
He pointed to a far corner and I could easily notice the door engraved with a female face. Uncle started striding in baby steps with his cane and I followed him. At that instance it was a big advantage walking with Uncle, as I also desperately needed “baby steps” to restrict my freely hanging boobs to jerk. Till such time I was sitting my bra ends were resting at the sides, but as I began to walk, though very slowly, I could realize the two open bra strap endings started sliding more and more towards the front of my body inside my blouse. Moreover due to the natural weight of my heavy round breasts, the cups of my bra were also simultaneously slipping off my smooth spheroid tits very sexily inside my blouse. Overall the feeling was e-x-c-e-p-t-i-o-n-a-l-l-y weird.
Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm!
In spite of all my efforts my round mammaries undulated noticeably under my pallu as I walked and I could well realize that I was appearing extremely sexy. The shopkeeper in the pretext of showing the toilet walked a few steps with Uncle and now he was ogling at my freely swaying boobs as I walked past him. I felt so very embarrassed the way he was staring at me!
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, I am giving you so much trouble…
Me: Its… it’s okay Uncle. Please don’t tell me like that.
Radheshyam Uncle: I am so handicapped… I feel very frustrated at times…
As I walked almost in line with Uncle I noticed he was time and again eyeing at my undulating tits in spite of my best efforts to walk very slowly so as to have minimum jerking of my “bra-less” boobs. We almost reached the toilet door and Uncle was about to enter it when I had to intervene.
Me: Uncle… I mean… err… would you mind if I go in first?
Radheshyam Uncle: Oho! You also Bahurani? He he… But… but did you not go at Arjun’s residence?
That was indeed an embarrassing redundant query and I thought it was outrageously indecent to ask such a question to any adult woman, but since it was my “need” I had to reply with a smiling face.
Me: No Uncle. I didn’t go there.
Radheshyam Uncle: Right right. You only accompanied me. He he… Okay, you go first and I will wait.
Me: Thanks.
I quickly went inside the toilet and as I closed the door sighed relief. The toilet was very comparatively small than other toilets I have seen in shops and there was hardly space for two ladies to sit and urinate at a time. I faced the wall and pulled off my sari pallu off my breasts and started unbuttoning my blouse. I did not know why I felt extremely excited and anxious as I unfastened all the hooks of my blouse, probably because I could feel Radheshyam Uncle’s breathing only at a 10 mm door’s separation! I removed my bra for a while to check my nipples only to find a couple of perky hard nuts as if fully charged up! I blushed to myself and quickly hide my treasures inside my bra and fastened the clip quickly and then buttoned my blouse.
Though initially I did not have a plan to empty my bladder, but coming to the toilet I decided to do so. I lifted my sari and petticoat and pulled my panty down to my knees and sat on the floor, but before that I made sure to open the tap so that the sound of water falling in the empty bucket subsided the hissing sound flow of my peeing. I was very much conscious that Uncle was standing just outside the toilet door and could easily hear everything going on in the toilet.
Me: Uncle, you can come now…
I opened the door of the toilet and asked Radheshyam Uncle to come inside. I held his arm because I had watered the toilet floor and I thought he might lose his balance wearing shoes.
Radheshyam Uncle: Surprisingly Bahurani, you did not take long at all! Had it been my wife… ohhh! She takes painfully long in toilet… even for simple pissing you know!
I was stunned to hear such a “direct” statement! I marginally smiled and simply like a fool. Uncle closed the toilet door and kept his cane on a door hook.
Radheshyam Uncle: At times Bahurani, am not exaggerating, I am compelled to think that she must be stripping fully to urinate… Huh! And when I ask her, she just says females take longer time than males. Arre! Cite a logic at least…
Uncle looked questionably at me as if I were to cite the logic for her wife that why she takes additional time in the toilet even for simple urination! Disgusting!
Radheshyam Uncle: Why would a female take longer time in the toilet than a male? I am not convinced! Okay… if you are changing your pads etc.… I can understand, but normally… No clue!
I was shocked by his words and immediately my whole face turned crimson and I looked at the floor.
Radheshyam Uncle: Arre Bahurani, aap to sharmane lagi! There’s nothing to be ashamed of… it’s a natural thing!
I nodded, but still could not meet his eyes. I noticed he was opening his fly to let out his penis for urination! My heart started to race in anticipation of “lund darshan” and almost immediately I could see the stout piece of meat elevating its head out of Uncle’s underwear. He held his penis in one hand and asked me the weirdest question.
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, err… I should have apologized earlier, but didn’t get the chance!
Me: (my eyebrows up!) A-p-o-l-o-g-y…?
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, I mean… I never meant to open your... err... in the presence of all… but actually…
I remained silent.
Radheshyam Uncle: Beti, you must be thinking very wrongly about me… but… believe me, from the time I had seen you I am time and again assuming you to be… Tulsi. Once again, sorry for my behavior, Bahurani…
Me: (had to smile) It’s f… fine Uncle.
Radheshyam Uncle: Actually I could not resist myself seeing your attractive back Bahurani. It looked so similar to… err… this was one of the favorite pranks that your mother-in-law enjoyed very much, but… but obviously not in a public place…
I was much shocked to note that my mother-in-law in her young age wanted her boyfriend to press open her bra hook and wondered what followed after that!
Radheshyam Uncle: I am glad Beti that you did not mind much… By the way, err… where should I… I mean where should I piss?
Me: (My mind still roaming on this special “prank” that Radheshyam Uncle used to play with my mother-in-law) What?
Radheshyam Uncle: I mean Bahurani neither there is a urinal, nor there is a latrine system!
Me: Uncle, how can you expect a urinal in the ladies toilet! (I was visibly annoyed)
Radheshyam Uncle: Oho! Very true! I missed out… He he… Then?
Me: Then… I mean… do there! (I indicated towards the wall and naturally was quite irritated by this old man’s behavior.)
Radheshyam Uncle: There? But Bahurani, that area … err… seems to be quite slippery!
Me: (I was even more irritated now) Slippery? No way! I just did… err… I mean… err…
I had to check myself out of natural shyness and fumbled miserably. But hardly could I complete my words that the old fox trapped me on the wrong foot!
Radheshyam Uncle: You sat there Bahurani? (Pointing towards the area near the wall where the outlet was there to take the toilet water out.)
It was such a pathetic situation for me! Being a matured married female I had to tell this old man where I sat for peeing in this toilet! Moreover, this man was standing with his stout penis in his hand and was naturally drawing my attention every moment! Though I tried my best not to look at that, but….
Me: (Looking at the floor and biting my lips) Err… Uncle… yes… I mean…
Radheshyam Uncle: I can’t take a chance there! No way Beti! Just see those light green patches… you are a “jawan aurat”… you can go and sit there…
Uncle stressed on the words “jawan aurat” and quickly glanced at my curvaceous figure. I tried to convince him.
Me: Why… err… why are you so panicky? I will hold you properly Uncle… err… don’t worry.
Radheshyam Uncle: Uuuummm… okay, if you assure me. But Bahurani, please be very careful. Actually I already had a fall in the bathroom last year… so.
Me: O! Now I got it…. Why are you so scary!
A smile on my lips, at last! Uncle also was smiling at me.
Radheshyam Uncle: Oh! I can’t hold my u… any more…
I looked at his naked lund in his hand raising his head out of his trouser zip and honestly was getting excited each time I looked at that stout meat. He must also be feeling excited to be standing with his penis in his hand in front of a married 30-year-old woman.
Me: (Holding his hand from the side) Take each step carefully Uncle.
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, last time when I fell in the watery floor of my home toilet, actually my wife was also holding me exactly like this…
Me: O! (I smiled foolishly not realizing what he wanted)
Radheshyam Uncle: I think Bahurani if you hold my waist, then I would get more support.
Me: O… okay.
I could realize that this would indeed get me in a compromised posture, but there was hardly much I could do. I extended my right arm and circled his waist and immediately felt the side of his body torso touching my body including my ripe breasts. To my surprise, I did not disliked the touch as my right boob got slightly pressed on Uncle’s body as I held him from the side – probably because I was already unconsciously excited seeing his well-nourished naked cock dangling in front of my eyes.
Radheshaym Uncle: would you mind Bahurani if I hold you for support? I know its not required since you are already holding me, but since I had that fall incident…
Me: O… okay Uncle… Ho… hold me. (my voice getting croaky anticipating his direct touch on my body)
Though moments ago I was disliking the way he was talking and making me embarrassed, I did not feel that same repulsion as I held him by his waist! Uncle was quite elderly in comparison to my age, but I did not know why I suddenly began to get tantalized by this effort! I felt Radheshyam Uncle’s left hand going to the backside of me and touched me in the uncovered area of my back below my blouse.
Radheshaym Uncle: Thanks Beti, I am much secured now.
He took 6-7 baby steps to the front towards the wall and reached the outlet mouth and he started to urinate and I had nothing else to do but to watch that. My right breast got more pressed on his body as he leant more towards me. The feeling of my tight round coconut-like mammaries must have been quite erotic for Uncle (especially at this age) because I could feel his fingers digging firmly on my back just above my petticoat waistband.
Radheshyam Uncle: A-a-a-a-h-h-h…
With the physical closeness to this man and the sight of his thick naked cock began to generate goosebump all over my body and I was feeling pretty thrilled and exhilarated. And suddenly, I did not know how/why, the memories of last night flashed upon my mind! The moment I thought about Guru-ji’s massive cock, my whole body ached and responded sexually. The thoughts of Guru-ji’s masculine figure, his tight embraces, his firm squeezes on my breasts and ass, and his massive cock plundering my choot made me wet!
Me: Aaaaahhhhhhhhhhh!
I exclaimed within myself as my eyes automatically got closed with my lips slightly parted in virtual elation. As if by reflex action the grip of my fingers on Uncle’s waist tightened and I almost embraced him in my delight. In fact I got completely lost in my sexy thoughts and was as if floating in Guru-ji’s muscular arms!
I could never apprehend what effect this could have on this elderly man who was urinating at that moment. And I really did not know how long I was in that reverie, but as I gathered back my senses, I instantly realized that I was in Radheshyam Uncle’s clutches!
As I opened my eyes
- I found my right hand embracing Uncle’s waist and my left hand on his naked semi-erect dick!
- I found my right breast pressing adequately on to the left side of Uncle’s body!
- I found his left hand gripping and squeezing my sari-covered gaand very firmly while his other hand guiding my hand over the length of his lund!
- And last but not the least, I found his thick rough lips smooching my smooth fleshy cheeks!
I simply froze and took time to realize what was going on! As Uncle noticed that I had opened my eyes he was more aggressive in his movements and made me hold his penis more decisively and I could feel it was growing to full size within my hand! The touch of his “stiff meat” and the jerky skin covering it made me extremely excited though I tried my best to control myself. And before I could utter a word I could feel Uncle was pressing and massaging my round buttocks like anything over my sari with his hand, which obviously supplemented my excitement. He was rubbing his nose over my face and before I myself broke lose, I realized I needed to do something! I gathered all my resistance power and could hardly utter…
U-n-c-l-e !
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, p-l-e-a-s-e!
He immediately was more intense in his approach and turning slightly more towards me he brushed my lips with his lips and this time taking his arm off my hand (on his penis), he embraced me. Though I was undoubtedly enjoying the touches of this elderly man, but I had not gone out of my mind and my good senses still prevailed!
Me: But… what… what are you doing? (I whispered)
Radheshyam Uncle: (this time almost kissing me!) Bahurani… please don’t interrupt me (he cupped my ass flesh very crudely over my sari and squashed it).
Me: Ouch! Aahhhhhh…
Radheshyam Uncle: Beti, will you not have just a little bit mercy on this old man? (Pushing his hard dick more into my palm as it was sufficiently hard now to impress any woman)
Me: I… I don’t understand what… err… what are you saying?
Though I tried to remove my hand off his naked cock, but honestly did not feel like as its size and stiffness was very adorable.
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani…. I have already told you that you have reminded me vividly of my teenage love…. Tulsi… your mother-in-law.
Me: But…
Radheshyam Uncle: Oho…(pinching my firm ass as if much irritated why I interrupted!) Listen to me first Beti!
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, you yourself don’t know how you have revived me! (Uncle now started tracing my panty line over my sari and petticoat with his fingers as he talked to me!) Tulsi was my life…. and today after so many days I am feeling like I am back to my golden days!
Me: But… Uncle…
Radheshyam Uncle: I know Bahurani, this is not correct, but for the sake of this old man… just to kindle his life for some moments… will you not cooperate with me? Please… Bahurani… please…
I was really not expecting this. After all, he was much elder than me and the way he was beseeching me made me very feel very clumsy.
Me: Uncle… you are…
Uncle now had turned his body more towards me and he was planning for a full-fledged frontal hug and now my both breasts started pressing his flat chest, which obviously made me feel sufficiently weak and uneasy. Though my mind warned me that I should not allow this, but the alert got feebler as I continued to enjoy the feel of his well-nourished lund; it felt so good to hold it; slightly uneven, but rock-solid!
Radheshyam Uncle: I know this is wrong. You are like my Bahu, but… but believe me, I am getting so susceptible coming to your contact that I could not control myself… I feel like touching my Tulsi! Ohhh….
Giving me no chance to react, Uncle got so emotional that he rested his head on my shoulder and was moving his head to and fro. I was confused what to do. What did he want? Did he just want to touch me? A tight hug, that’s all, so that he could revisit his love? But… But the way he was squeezing my ass and tracing my panty, he surely wanted to excite me as well. At the same time, I was feeling rather shameless to be standing like that with my sari pallu on the floor and Uncle almost hugging me! Moreover, the position at which Uncle’s head was, he surely could see the insides of my breasts within my blouse.
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, will you not help out this old man? Have some mercy… please!
“Old”?!? By no measures I was getting the feel that an “old” man was holding me! Uncle’s throbbing naked cock was as if jumping in excitement in my palm and I was amazed to see its tightness at this age! It must have entered innumerable times in his wife’s choot, and who knows, may be in my mother-in-law’s choot as well!
Me: O… okay!
I was unable to deject his plea. I myself was heated up adequately by this time getting uninterrupted male touches on my body.
Me: But… Uncle… what.. I mean err… what do you want from me?
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani… your jawani… you resemble my Tulsi so much. I just want to love you once as I used to love Tulsi… that’s all… nothing more. I beg of you Bahurani… I know this is incorrect and immoral, but I am… helpless… Bahurani, if you just think you are aiding this unfortunate man…. who lost his love years ago…. may be… may be you can justify yourself…
I saw Uncle becoming rather emotional and buried his face on my shoulder! I was a bit confused what to do and he continued pleading.
Radheshaym Uncle: Beti, I beg of you…
Right at this juncture Uncle did something, which made me extremely weak and I almost succumbed to him. He buried his face on my shoulder and started pressing his lips and tongue on the exposed part of my shoulder (out of my blouse) and the effect naturally was electrifying for me. And in a quick move, Uncle also turned his body more towards me now getting the “full” feel of my firm round breasts on his chest. His right hand, which was continuously resting on my buttocks, now started to cup my ass flesh very openly and definitely just like…. just like a cycle-rickshaw-puller blows his horn.
Uncle finally pinned me with his left hand (which was free at that time) by bringing them up to the side of my right breast and started pressing me there. I evidently was getting bowled out because my own body was by now intensely charged up by his constant touches.
Radheshaym Uncle (lifting his face slightly): Bahurani, will you be so cruel to me? Are you that miser to share a simple hug with this old poor man?
“A simple hug”! I gulped down my own saliva and was virtually trembling in excitement and could only utter an “Umm…” as a license for him to proceed. I was really not sure what this elderly man wanted, but could realize that Uncle wanted to touch me and concluded that it had to be out of old age frustration. At that moment since I myself was sexually ignited from inside, I frankly did not want to miss this “warm up” session. It was indeed a great feeling to hold his naked manhood in my hand, which though was not excitingly long, but sufficiently stout to grip. Hence I just wanted to continue on that trail and extract some fun for some more time.
Radheshyam Uncle: Thanks Bahurani… May God bless you!
Hardly did he complete his words, he turned his body fully towards me and gave me a tight hug and this time his left hand, which was just to the side of my right boob, quickly slid inside more into my body and cupped my firm tit and gave it a tight squeeze. Immediatley my whole body was covered with goosebump. Surprisingly I was not feeling any shame or guilt that I was allowing a father-like person, who was also like a relative of mine, to hug and caress my matured body. Instead I was extracting thrills and joy out of it and wanted to see how far this old man could go!
Since I had captured his “nanga khada lund” in my hand and was already feeling drops of precum on my palm, I was pretty much confident that I could squeeze out his “milk” anytime. I was more self-assured because of Uncle’s elderly age and was pretty sure that he could not hold his semen for a long time hugging a voluptuous woman like me. A feeling of compassion started to fill my mind as I saw that old man fumbling over the curves of my body. He was pressing his chest more and more onto my bouncy boobs and was trying to squeeze my big round ass very hard. It was indeed a hot feeling for me, but the way he was trying to do it made me humorous!
I was not releasing his lund not even for a second from my grip though Uncle tried very hard to push it towards my sari-covered choot. Honestly I was in no mood to get fucked by this man and that too in this toilet. But surely I could realize one thing that had developed within myself that my stay in the ashram had made me rather confident about getting physical with males!
Within moments I realized that Uncle was planning to strip me. Obvioulsy he longed to see a matured married woman like me fully naked, as I doubt he had seen one in many years. If I go by his looks he must be 55 at least and his wife should be around 40-45. So his eagerness to hug and caress me and to strip my ripe fully-developed figure was but obvious. Uncle started pulling my sari and petticoat up my legs and within momenst I was exposed till the middle of my thighs. I could feel his fingers briskly and abruptly touching my marble-like smooth thighs through my uplifted sari. I closed my eyes and was enjoying the feel.
Uncle was getting desperate by the second and once he jerked and pulled up the whole bunch almost till my waist and touched my panty! I could feel his fingers scraping and scuffing my panty and my exposed bare butts outisde the cover of my panty. Once he even tried to pull down my panty off my waist, but my panty was very tightly stretched over my fleshy buttocks and it was too tight to be dragged down with one hand. Though I was extracting great enjoyment out of the whole thing, but I was conscious enough to curb it in time before it got out of my hand.
Me: Uncle… please… don’t do this. You promised a hug only…
Radheshyam Uncle: (He was panting already!) Bahurani, you have such a shapely figure… ohhh… I am feeling as if I am having my Tulsi in my hands.
I could feel the front of my panty getting slightly wet with my juices in excitement and my mood was getting very “playful”. This time I tried to be somewhat flippant with Uncle!
Me: That I can understand Uncle!
Radheshyam Uncle: He he he…
Me: Uncle, is your hugs always like this for her also?
Radheshyam Uncle: He he he… Not always, but definitely if we were in the garden or in my attic.
Uncle took his lips very close to my ears and started whispering.
Radheshyam Uncle: You know Bahurani, in the garden there was a pond. The place used to remain very desolate and your mother-in-law and me took bath together there…
Uncle embraced me so hard to his body that he surely could listen to my heartbeat! My juicy round boobs got pressed very tight onto his body and I started feeling very, very excited!
Radheshyam Uncle: I used to take bath fully naked (though Uncle was whispering, he stressed on that word) and Tulsi used to wear her knickers only. Once she was inside water she always kept her boobs free. Aaaahhh…
Uncle cupped my right breast with his full palm and gave it a long, tight squeeze.
Me: Uuuuuuuhhhhhhhh….
Radheshyam Uncle: Just like the way you are holding my lund, Tulsi also held me like that inside the water!
Uncle just paused a little so that he could take a deep breath, but he was actually making me breathless with his movements and sudeenly he inserted 2-3 fingers into my panty’s side elastic very firmly and was actually pulling it down!
Me: Eeeeeiiiiiiii… Uncle… Stop!
I immediately gyrated my hips vigorously, just like a vamp in a hindi movie, so that Uncle lost his grip on my panty and thankfully I was able to succeed. I quickly took my hand off his erect cock to my backside and pulled my panty up to my waist as far as possible because Uncle’s last movement had partly exposed my deep ass crevice! I also pressed my lips on his cheeks and the sides of his lips so that he remained defocussed from stripping me.
Radheshyam Uncle: Ahhh… You know Bahurani inside the water I held Tulsi just like this way (saying that he created a small gap between our bodies and quickly brought forward his both hands over my chest area and gripped my milk-jugs!)
The action was so swift and sudden that I could hardly make a move! He looked at my eyes and I was instantly all red! Actually all along I never looked at his eyes directly but this time it was direct eye contact and that too from such close proximity. I felt so embarrassed – looking at Uncle’s eyes while his hands held my protruding breasts from the front over my blouse! I dropped my eyes instantaneously and in fact if someone at that moment pulled down my panty off my gaand, he would certainly found my ass also to be red in shame! I was so much abashed!
I quickly held his thick cock again so that the control button remained in my grip!
Radheshyam Uncle: He he he… (now releasing my tits and hugging me again) And you know Bahurani, one day I secretly put Tulsi’s dry clothes out of her sight and after bathing when she got up on the bank she got very concerned not finding her clothes.
As Uncle whispered in my ears I realized that he was getting uncontainable now! I could feel one of his hand sliding inside my sari and petticoat from my waist area and in fact he inserted his fingers into my panty waistband to touch my well formed naked ass cheeks!
Radheshyam Uncle: I was also doing a mock search and was watching her. It was such a wonderful sight Bahurani. She was fully nude except for her wet knickers… Uff! She looked so sexxxxxxxy! Her twin breasts swaying freely… Aha… her grape-like nipples clearly visible… Oho… her deep navel …. Haiiii…. Her shapely smooth thighs… Ufffffff! Bahurani….
I could hear alarm bells ringing. Uncle was panting hard now on my shoulder and he almost managed to insert his whole palm inside my panty! I could feel his warm hand on the round contour of my firm ass cheek! If I did not stop him now, Uncle would surely end up molesting me fully. I immediately started pressing his lund in a special way so that it became hard for him to hold his juices within. I squashed his balls and started peeling off the foreskin off his penis and continued to press it very suggestively.
Radheshyam Uncle: Aaahhhhhh! Uiiii maaaa…. Bahurani… Sali, what are you doing? I will jack off that way! Stop!
I did not listen to him and continued my act and started pressing and rubbing my rubber-tight breasts on his chest very sexily. Uncle’s face had become red in excitement and he had to shift his attention from my ass to my breasts. He grabbed my both breasts again and started squeezing them tightly. My firm boob flesh revolted within my tight blouse and I invited him by opening the top two hooks of my blouse with one hand.
Uncle could not believe his eyes that a 30-year-old married woman inviting him like that and I could clearly make out the hunger in his eyes. Though I was also much excited, but I knew exactly what I was doing. As the top two hooks of my blouse were open now I was indeed looking very sexy and the insides of my juicy mammaries were amply visible along with my white brassiere. Uncle was fumbling miserably with my blouse, as he was thoroughly excited. I was having a hard time to control his dangling naked cock. When he saw that he was unable to open the hooks he inserted his right hand within my firm flesh and began to press my boobs in a very vulgar fashion. I quickly placed his free left hand directly over my round ass. Uncle was so amazed to see my participation that he even forgot to even caress my fleshy buttocks for a second!
I was adequately heated up though I wished a few more long squeezes on my breasts, but the way Uncle was behaving if I did not stop him right now he would certainly make me naked and pin me down. I twisted my fingers very craftily on his erect meat and Uncle proved no match for that and yelled out!
Radheshyam Uncle: Aaaaaahhhhhhhhh… Oh! Shit! You randi! Stop! Oooouuuuu…..
I continued to do the “evil” act upon Uncle and he was feverishly squeezing and caressing my plump figure and also trying his best to kiss me, but I was able to avoid that though by that time almost my whole face was covered by his saliva oozing through his wet lips. Uncle was now gyrating his hips very rhythmically and was thrusting his waist as if he was fucking me. I was having a trying time controlling his thick erect lund as it was naturally more than eager to reach my choot. Fortunatley I could keep my sari securely at my waist area and Uncle ultimately was fucking my palm! I was not that cruel and hollowed my palm so that it flet as if he was enetering a hole!
As was expected Uncle could not hold his juice for long and within moments his whole body bent towards me like an arch and as he squashed my tits inserting his hand almost inside my blouse, I could feel the known shudder and jerk and realized Uncle was going to ejaculate. Though Uncle made one last valiant effort to pull down my panty, but it was impossible for him to execute that with one hand and not to mention my sari and petticoat were still tucked at my waist!
Radheshyam Uncle: Uuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhhhhhh… Aaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh…
With a big yell Radheshyam Uncle filled my palm with his thick white discharge and honestly I utterly enjoyed the hot fluid gushing out of his manhood. The content however was not adequate (probably due to age) and he looked utterly exhausted. His face was red as he realized that I did that purposefully to save myself. He looked at his limp small cock and his face looked so amusing! He was nodding his head in great discontentment. I smiled to myself seeing his condition.
We both took some time to reorganize ourselves. My panty was quite wet now. Actually after yesterday’s fuck with Guru-ji, it seemed that my choot had become more sensitive than prior! I was also secreting more juices! Under normal circumstances I surely would need a panty change, but since in a shop I did not have the luxury to do that. Uncle was silent and seemed very ashamed because of this premature ejaculation. His lund had become so small after releasing its heat that it could no longer be seen outside his open trouser zip!
Radheshyam Uncle: Had my age not been…
Me: Uncle, can we close here? See… Uncle… I mean… I kept my word for what you requested.
Radheshyam Uncle: That’s okay! But I wanted to prove …
Me: Uncle! (I said very firmly)
Radheshyam Uncle: Huh! Still I would remain…
Me: Please Uncle. No thanksgiving.
I washed my hand first off Uncle’s discharges and then buttoned my blouse though I seriously needed my bra adjusted. I could easily have done that in front of Uncle, as there was no need to feel shy from him after all this! But very strangely as soon as we got detached physically, I felt the same inhibition in our relationship! I left my bra as it was and tucked the hooks of my blouse and started wrapping my sari properly on my body.
Radheshyam Uncle: One thing Beti, please do not disclose anything about this encounter to Arjun. Please…. He trusts me as a friend and if he comes to know about this he would not take it in right spirits!
I smiled within myself. How could a woman share such things to her relative, that too from her husband’s side!
Me: This would remain as a nightmare to me, which I would like to erase off my memory very soon.
Radheshyam Uncle: It may be a nightmare for you Bahurani, but this encounter will remain as a treasure for me at this age. From now, each time I think about Tulsi, I will surely remember you as well Bahurani.
Uncle took his stick and slowly got out of the toilet and I followed him.
I was surprised to note that there was no one in the hall – neither Mama-ji nor Mr. Pyaremohan! But soon they appeared coming up the stairs.
Mama-ji: O! Sorry Bahurani. How long you have been waiting? Actually I went downstairs to have a cup of coffee with Pyaremohan Sahab.
Me: (smiling) It’s okay…
I could still feel the “heat” generating adequately off my body. My nipples were still erect and my panty half-soaked. Honestly the gala fuck I had in the hands of Guru-ji yesterday night seemed to have renewed the horny feelings in me in a rather heavy dose; otherwise how could I convince myself to be touched by this aged “uncle” whom I did not even know a few hours ago! In fact I wished I could have Guru-ji around and got fucked in his hands again; my choot was itching like anything for that, but unfortunately there was no Guru-ji here in this Parineeta Store! Since I did not have a full discharge with Radheshyam Uncle, I was feeling rather uneasy and my thighs, buttocks, and cheeks were aching and emitting heat adequately. I could also feel my choot was still leaking drops of fluid into my panty.
Pyaremohan: Madam, please come with your selected ones here so that you can finalize which ones to buy.
Me: Okay.
I tried to concentrate on the saris again. I picked up the saris and went towards the mirror at the center of the shop. Obviously as I was “charged up” physically, like all matured women, as I walked towards the center of the hall, my heavy bottoms inside my sari swayed more than normal and it must have been a pretty alluring site for Mama-ji who was right behind me!
Pyaremohan: Madam, you stand here and see yourself in the mirror. Please keep your body straight for the best angle. I will do the needful. Okay?
I nodded with a smile and definitely felt great continuing to get this VIP treatment from the shopkeeper. As I stood in front of the mirror and looked at myself I could easily detect my horny looks. My eyes appeared thirsty, the bend of my waist was sharper than normal, and I was naturally shuffling more due to uneasiness –my whole posture looked rather appealing. I was still breathing at a faster pace and thus my firm breasts were going up and down rhythmically inside my blouse and the movement was fairly evident over my sari pallu.
Pyaremohan: Arjun Sahab, why don’t you help Madam to take a decision?
Mama-ji: O sure!
Mr. Pyaremohan came near me, took one of the selected saris, and unfolded it partly placing it over my shoulder and dropped it till my legs. As soon as the shopkeeper touched my shoulder, a “shiver” ran throughout my body. I tried my best to hide my expressions.
Mama-ji: Bah! It looks nice on you Bahurani. What do you say?
Me: Umm? Hmm… Yes… err… very nice… what… what’s the price of it?
Pyaremohan: O Madam! Don’t bother about the pricing. I will not take a penny more. Your Uncle and Mama-ji are very old customers of mine. He he he…
Me: Okay, let me check that silk once.
Pyaremohan: Sure, sure!
He took this sari off my shoulder and placed the other one, but in the process what he did made me froze for a second. He placed the sari on my shoulder and dropped it till my mid thighs, but while he straightened out the sari on my body, he clearly brushed his hand on my conical left breast! Though the touch was momentary, I clearly felt his palm on my firm tit. My condition was truly becoming pathetic!
By natural reflex action, I looked at Mama-ji and Uncle who were standing very near to me to check if they had noticed that or not. But before I could gather that, Mr. Pyaremohan bent in front of me and started straightening the sari just over my thighs! I clearly felt his hand brushing and pressing the front side of my smooth thighs. I immediately coiled back half a step out of my normal feminine shyness and my heart had already started drumming!
Pyaremohan: Oho Madam! Please stand still! Otherwise you will not be able to see the effect of the sari on your body properly.
Me: Ye… yes. Err… sorry.
Pyaremohan: Huu… D-o-n-e. Now see Madam how do you look?
Mr. Pyaremohan’s light and subtle touches were making my blood gush through the vessels!
Me: Hmmm… seems okay.
Pyaremohan: Madam, your complexion is so beautiful that any sari would look good on you. He he…
Mama-ji: Huh Huh! Whose Bahurani she is after all? Eh? Beti, I think you should take this one for sure!
Me: Hmm.
Pyaremohan: Madam, shall I go to the next one?
I nodded. He took the sari and placed a Gadwal on my shoulder and this time too as Mr. Pyaremohan straightened the sari on my body, his fingers felt the firmness of my left breast. This time his fingers brushed my breast for longer period of time; in fact he almost palpated it! I shuffled and moved my hips again so as to remain normal. Thank God! There was no one standing right behind me to see my very evident gaand movements!
Was Mr. Pyaremohan doing this on purpose? Did he have an ill intention? Or was he just doing his job religiously and it was me who was thinking a bit too much? Obviously I was sensing it “more”, as I was enormously stimulated. I tried my best to ignore it convincing my mind that he was only doing his job properly.
I looked at myself in the mirror. My face looked a tinge red, but I had to admit in my mind this Gadwal was a super collection.
Mama-ji: Bahurani, what’s your take?
Me: (smiling) This is indeed an exclusive piece. Mama-ji, I will take this one.
Pyaremohan: Excellent choice Madam.
The shopkeeper displayed the rest of the saris (keeping each one of them on my body) and I inspected them in the mirror and every time without a miss he touched/brushed my tight mammaries from over my sari in the pretext of unfolding/straightening the sari. I continued to struggle to look normal in front of the shopkeeper, Uncle, and Mama-ji.
Pyaremohan: So you have taken these t-w-o (he separated the two saris from the lot) and you will take this designer piece. Right Madam?
Me: Ye.. yes!
I obviously looked at Uncle who was going to pay for my saris. He also gave me the nod assuring me that he was okay with my choice.
Pyaremohan: Madam, I think you should see this one too. It’s absolutely the same color combination, but it’s a special floral print and when you wear it you will look very beautiful.
Me: Which one?
Pyaremohan: Just a second Madam.
The shopkeeper took out a chiffon sari from a separate lot and started unfolding it in front of me.
Mama-ji: What specialty does it have Pyaremohan Sahab?
Pyaremohan: Arjun Sahab, please hold the other end of the sari and I will show you.
Mama-ji and the shopkeeper stretched the sari in front of me and I noticed that there was only one big bluish-white flower and two smaller flowers printed on it very non-symmetrically. It definitely did not look very impressive at all to me.
Pyaremohan: Madam, actually I am showing this one to you only because you have a very nice err… I mean a very nice and bulky structure.
I smiled foolishly and soon realized what he exactly meant!
Pyaremohan: Madam, what I intend to say is this sari would not flourish that great on a women with a thin structure.
Mama-ji: Interesting! Why?
Pyaremohan: Yes, I will explain that. See this big flower on the sari. Actually it’s designed in such a way that when Madam wears it, the flower will show exactly on her.. err… I mean on her rear side.
Mama-ji: Rear side?
Pyaremohan: I mean it will show on Madam’s gaa… err… buttocks. As you can see, the size of this single floral print is sufficiently large so that it will fully cover Madam’s rear portion.
Me: O! My God! Do they design prints on saris in this way too! (I said to myself)
Mama-ji: O-k-a-y! Now I got your point Pyare Sahab! If the buttocks are not large enough, the flower will not be viewed properly. That’s what you meant, right?
Pyaremohan: Exactly Sahab! (now turning towards me) That’s why I showed it to you Madam. Since you have a big and round bottom (this time he did not fumble at all!), you will surely look very attractive when you wear this.
Of course he ended his words with a big smile and I had no place to hide my shyness and looked absolutely red!
Pyaremohan: And Madam, these two smaller flowers will show on your err… (he indicated with his eyes towards my tits) …breasts.. I mean they will remain on your breast area in the pallu.
Mama-ji: Wow! This is a unique designer collection, I must say! What do you say Bahurani?
I was in no way interested in such a sari where a big flower will be displayed on my gaand and another two on my boobs.
Me: Hmm… okay, but Mama-ji I didn’t like the… (I shrugged)
Pyaremohan: Okay Madam, no issues, I just showed this one to you because it was a new concept. He he he…
Mama-ji: Still Bahurani… this is something very unique… you should give a second thought. Radhe, what’s your opinion?
Radheshyam Uncle was mostly silent all along during this time; probably he was recapitulating the way he fondled my body in the toilet and may be still repenting on his premature ejaculation!
Radheshyam Uncle: Arjun, frankly this is a brilliant idea and Bahurani, you should not miss this one because you have such a nice round rear portion. This print will only accentuate it further and definitely you will look very attractive!
I was really in a fix – three elderly males requesting me to decide on this sari, but surely I was not agreeable to take this due to its “sensuous” print. I wondered how would I look wearing this sari with a big flower printed on my ass! Will that not attract unnecessarily more male eyes towards my huge ass?
Me: No Mama-ji, I will not go for this one.
Mama-ji: (smiling) Are you not taking it out of shyness Bahurani?
Mama-ji almost nailed me in the coffin.
Me: (giggling) Not… not really I mean…
Mama-ji: Bahurani, as Radhe said, you are blessed with a very fleshy rear portion. Not all women have such a round and plump GAAND!
I was shocked to hear such language from my relative and looked at the floor in natural shyness! I felt immensely uncomfortable standing like that amongst three males!
Pyaremohan: Madam, your Mama-ji is absolutely right! Madam, when you will walk wearing this sari, take my word, you will look very, very sec… I mean gorgeous.
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, I also feel you should take this sari. This is indeed very exclusive!
Pyaremohan: Madam, shall I pack it for you?
The way Mama-ji, Uncle and the shopkeeper were pressing me, I honestly did not gather the strength to resist them because I feared more open and direct praises for my buttocks from them if I tried to argue!
Me: O… Okay, as you all say, will take this one.
Mama-ji: Great!
Pyaremohan: Right decision Madam. So… finally these three saris…
Me: (looking at the selected three) Yesssss.
Pyaremohan: I will keep them aside for packing. And… here is the matching blouse piece Madam for this designer sari.
Me: (I nodded and as I took it from the shopkeeper was slightly upset seeing the sheer gossamer fabric of the blouse piece) O... Okay!
Pyaremohan: Madam, now I would like to request you to pay a visit once to the imported section of my Parineeta Store.
Me: No, no. I will not buy anything more…
Naturally I felt hesitant as Radheshyam Uncle was paying for whatever I was selecting.
Pyaremohan: Madam, am I forcing you to buy anything? You choose something to buy if it really attracts you, otherwise not. Simple!
Me: That’s true, but…
Pyaremohan: Madam, tell me one thing… when you go to the market to buy a sari and if you happen to pass by a cheap but good looking nighty, will you not take it?
Me (smiling) Hmm… yes, that’s true… but…
Pyaremohan: Then? (smiling widely) Madam, you just glance through once, you will surely repent Madam if you do not see it.
Radheshyam Uncle: Really! Bahurani, what’s the harm in taking a look since Pyaremohan Sahab is boasting so much about it! If you find something really interesting, I will buy it for you. And for God’s sake, please don’t worry about the pricing. You know very well how very special you are to me…
Mama-ji: Bahurani is very special to me also Radhe! Ha ha ha…
Radheshyam Uncle: Obviously Arjun!
Pyaremohan: Arre Madam! They love you so much and you are hesitating! If I were you, I would go about buying the whole shop! Ha ha ha…
Mama-ji and Radheshyam Uncle readily joined the laughter and I also felt a bit relieved mentally and was smiling to the shopkeeper’s words.
Pyaremohan: (Keeping the saris aside) Sahab, this way… please come Madam.
The shopkeeper steered us to the imported section. We approached a door, which was to the left of the toilet and entered a smallish room. As soon as I entered the room I noticed pictures of women all around in scanty clothing, mainly wearing lingerie and undergarments. I saw both Mama-ji and Uncle gulping those pictures of the women exposing generously.
Pyaremohan: Welcome Madam to the imported zone. This is my exclusive lingerie and undergarment store.
Obviously I was feeling very tentative and had absolutely no plans to buy any undergarments at that point of time, especially with Mama-ji accompanying me. I never in fact take even my husband to buy my undies and rarely if he happened to be with me, he stands outside the shop while I buy it. But here, I had to shamelessly entering the undergarments section of this shop with two elderly males!
But did I have a control on this situation? No… I tried to convince myself!
Me: Err… See Pyaremohan-ji I do not…
Pyaremohan: Madam, I know what you will say. You do not require anything right now. No issues… but see the variety I have Madam - not only in bra and panty, you will surely admire my nighty collection.
Me: No, actually am not…
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, I think there’s no harm in taking a look at his stock, may be you will find something new! Who knows!
How could I make them understand! I was feeling absolutely awkward to browse through undergarments or nightwear in the presence of these two elderly males. It’s not that when I buy my nighty or inner wears, the shopkeeper is a female, but I was feeling rather shy in front of Mama-ji especially, he being a direct relative of mine. But this shopkeeper did not provide me any further opportunity to avoid the situation and dragged me into browsing undergarments, lingerie, inner-wears, night dresses and what not!
Pyaremohan: Madam, I will start with nighty…
Mama-ji, Uncle and myself were standing at the other side of the counter while he brought down a bunch of colorful nighties from the shelf. Unlike a bunch of nighties that I get to see in a common shop, I noticed here all the nighties were nicely packed in separate box packs. Just above the shopkeeper’s head was the picture of a videsi girl in a rather scanty bra displaying her big bosom; I could feel the warm breaths of Mama-ji and Uncle from my sides; both were eagerly bending onto the counter table to have a look at the female intimate wears – naturally the situation was becoming e-x-t-r-e-m-e-l-y cumbersome for me.
Pyaremohan: Madam, have a look at this one! (He took out a nighty from the packet and displayed it for me) It’s created from imported synthetic fabric, which will give you a better feeling than the cotton nighties that you wear. And just see the milky white color Madam… you will hardly get this color in local nighties!
Mama-ji: Wah! Very nice.
Pyaremohan: Additionally Madam, you have this very attractive front net pattern of embroidery work covering your breasts. (He paused and looked very directly at my big tits) …And if you look at the back Madam (he turned the nighty) you will find this beautiful cross-design pattern and stretchable elastic for support. Isn’t it nice Madam?
Me: Hmm… (Evidently I was still not very comfortable)
Mama-ji: Bahurani, you will surely look like an angel in this ultra white thing!
I smiled at Mama-ji appreciating his praise. The shopkeeper was by that time busy unfolding the next one.
Pyaremohan: Madam, this is very elegant and as you can see it’s made of chiffon with an inner lining throughout so that it does not appear flimsy. You also have broad embroidery frills at the shoulder straps, which makes it look more stylish. The red color also adds to the attractiveness of this nighty.
This second nighty was indeed very impressive, but as I checked the fabric I found it to be too flimsy in spite of the inner lining. Surely if I wear it, my undergarments would remain visible to anyone through it. As I visualized myself wearing such a dress automatically my ears turned red and I started breathing deeper. I could feel a drop of my viscous juice coming out of my choot and moistening my panty below my sari. Though my mind was getting wayward, I tried hard to remain calm and normal and concentrate on what was shown to me.
In spite of his obese body, the shopkeeper was quite swift and he switched to the next nighty within a flash.
Pyaremohan: Madam, next one is a bit different. You cannot term it as a nighty probably, but it’s a special nightwear for sure. All these, as I told you, are imported items Madam. You won’t find it in any other store. This one is called a Babydoll.
Mama-ji: Babydoll! It reminds me of singer Alisha Chinoy… Ha ha ha… I hope it has nothing to do with her.
Radheshyam Uncle: But… but why? Why such a name?
Pyaremohan: (smiling) I am not sure Sahab, but may be due to the shortened size of this nighty.
The shopkeeper unfolded the nighty from the packet and displayed it in front of me. As if robotically my lips parted wide seeing its truncated length. As I looked through the sides of my eye, I noted both Mama-ji and Uncle were looking “hungrily” at that mini-nighty. I was naturally very, very uncomfortable now - shuffling - and adjusting my sari pallu unnecessarily. It looked decently decorated with lace and ribbons except for its length.
Mama-ji: But Pyaremohan Sahab, how can Bahurani wear such a small thing in the house? It would… it would hardly cover till her thighs!
I felt so ashamed at this statement that I could not even look at the shopkeeper and did not know how to react! I was not a schoolgirl that Mama-ji could just make such a remark to the shopkeeper in front of me!
Pyaremohan: Arjun Sahab, I told you this is not a nighty in the true sense. You cannot expect a woman to wear this and move about in the house. Err… this actually is a sleep wear and this Madam can only put on when she is alone or err.. I mean with her husband.
Mama-ji: Ahhh! Yes, that’s better.
Radheshyam Uncle: But Pyaremohan Sahab, tell me one thing, is it sellable? I mean am I to believe that housewives buy this from you?
Mama-ji: A very valid point Radheshyam!
Pyaremohan: Arre Sahab, if there was no demand, am I fool to keep these in my stock blocking money?
Mama-ji: That’s true too!
Pyaremohan: I showed this to Madam specifically because young married women like her request for this the most. Umm… err… you know only day before yesterday Reshma Madam took one piece.
Mama-ji: You mean our Reshma? Kulkarni’s bahu?
Pyaremohan: Yes, yes, one who lives next to...
Mama-ji: Really! But she appears so conservative from outside! (shrugging) Am.. am quite amazed to know this! Huh!
Radheshyam Uncle: Arjun, yaar, just imagine how odd Reshma would look wearing this because as it is she is taller than average girls and this dress would hardly cover her ass only!
Mama-ji: H-m-m--m. (Mama-ji sighed as if he was visualizing that girl wearing this short nightdress!)
The situation was getting worse for me – in fact it would have been the same for any matured woman to stand and listen to this sort of conversation! Already my twin peaks inside my blouse were pushing my bra in a very awkward fashion, as I continued to breathe faster and deeper. I could not even think of adjusting my bra in front of these males. Moreover, the front side of my panty was getting increasingly wet and I could clearly feel that! I shuffled again, adjusted my pallu, and subtly moved my buttocks in a circular fashion to remain somewhat comfortable.
Pyaremohan: Madam, please don’t mind (was there still anything left to mind? I wondered), but it’s a fact that women of your age who are married for 3-5 years are keen to buy these items probably… probably to impress their husbands (He spoke in a whispering tone). He he he…
Radheshyam Uncle: Who knows! May be my bahu also wears this sort of mini-dresses inside her bedroom! Huh!
I remained absolutely tongue-tied throughout this conversation and naturally was feeling immensely tight. My ears were emitting heat and I started feeling beads of sweat on my forehead and my heavy breasts began to go up and down more frequently under my sari pallu.
Me: Can you please… I mean… go to the next item!
Pyaremohan: Sure, sure Madam! Now I will show you something very latest and unique.
He pulled out a bigger box and opened it.
Pyaremohan: Madam, have you heard of a 3-piece nighty?
I frowned and nodded. From my teenage till marriage, I have always worn single-piece nighty. Neither had I seen my mother to wear anything different nor had I seen anything like that in our local market.
Pyaremohan: This is very special Madam and it is made from finest imported crush fabric. Just touch it… (I checked the fabric of the dress) …very soft and lightweight. Isn’t it Madam?
Me: Yes.
Pyaremohan: As you can see it comes with a short bra-top, a skirt, and a robe. The getup is very decent and when you wear it Madam, believe me, you will just feel great.
The design was of course very impressive though the top was very revealing. The front cutting was such that it resembled more like a bra though the back coverage was adequate. Though the skirt was knee-length, the encouraging part was the robe, which would cover me like a normal nighty.
Radheshyam Uncle: This is really very impressive. Looks good to the eyes also unlike the previous one.
Mama-ji: Yes, that was too shameless. Isn’t it Bahurani?
I nodded shyly.
Pyaremohan: Sahab, this 3-piece nighty is actually a blend of Babydoll and a normal nighty.
Me: How?
Pyaremohan: Madam, it’s very simple! In this 3-piece set, when you wear the robe over your top and skirt, you look decent and normal, but imagine if you do not wear the robe and only wear the top and the skirt, it’s almost like the Babydoll nighty… in fact more bold! Because… as you can see Madam, this top would not cover much of your breasts (Mr. Pyaremohan’s eyes quickly skimmed over my big-sized tits) …I mean due to its cutting Madam… due to its cutting!
The shopkeeper paused very briefly but keeping his gaze constantly on my face.
Pyaremohan: And Madam… and this skirt, though obviously much better than the Babydoll, I mean lengthwise, still would invariably keep your legs and knees exposed. So… that’s why I said that if you buy this set, you would have the choice for the blend of decency and boldness.
I was simply stunned the way the shopkeeper explained! He was so direct in choosing his words that I was bowled over and had to be extremely shameless to still stand in front of him! Never ever did I encounter such “explanations” in a shop while buying my garment!
Mama-ji: Hmm. Bahurani, I think he is talking sense. If you buy this you will actually have both options.
Radheshyam Uncle: Right Bahurani. I think this would be worth buying.
I looked pathetic; absolutely clueless about what to say or do!
Pyaremohan: And for your information Madam this sells like hot cakes among married women. He he he…
Oh! The smile was so very irritating! I wetted my lips with my tongue to remain somewhat normal, but I felt so embarrassed that I was exhaling deep warm breaths!
Mama-ji: (turning towards me) Bahurani, are you okay? I mean you are looking flushed and suddenly breathing faster!
The shopkeeper and Radheshyam Uncle both looked at my firm breasts in the pretext to check my heavy breathing! I felt miserable and so humiliated!
Me: Am… am absolutely okay Mama-ji. Nothing!
All the three males were now gaping at my large tits under my sari pallu. Mr. Pyaremohan readily offered me a glass of cold water, which I consumed and definitely felt better.
Mama-ji: Pyaremohan Sahab, pack this one then.
Pyaremohan: Arre Sahab! Don’t conclude so fast. I can spring some more surprises out from my stock! Ha ha ha…
Mama-ji: O! Really!
Pyaremohan: Madam, next I will show you a unique thing. A 5-piece nighty! A pure imported delight!
Me: What? F-i-v-e piece! (I could not restrain my astonishment.)
Pyaremohan: Yes Madam. Here it is. Baby pink embroidered designer piece.
He started taking out each piece from the box packet.
Pyaremohan: Actually Madam, in the last set you missed the bra and the panty; here actually they have covered that. Let me show you one by one… Here is the bra… (the shopkeeper took out the bra and stretched it in front of me – the scene was so odd and abnormal that I immediately dropped my eyes) … and this is the panty Madam… (It looked so vulgar when he stretched the waistband of the panty to show me its elasticity) … then comes the top… isn’t it cute? … and then the capri pants, very special, and finally the full overlap.
Mama-ji: Wow! This is awesome! I never thought that a nighty could be designed like this! A-m-a-z-i-n-g!
Pyaremohan: Yes Sir! Madam, these are exactly the same you see heroines wear in films.
Saying that he picked up the pant and showed it to me.
Pyaremohan: You must have seen Madam that heroines in films wear these skintight pants below their ghagras or other short dresses while dancing. These are the same capri pants Madam.
Before I could inspect Mama-ji seemed more keen to scrutinize!
Mama-ji: Oho! So these are those pants h-e-r-o-i-n-e-s wear! Let me see once…
He virtually snatched the pant from the shopkeeper and keeping it on the counter table, spread his palm throughout the length of that ladies pant very crudely - as if he was trying to feel the intimate organs of the heroine!
Pyaremohan: Madam, what’s your opinion about this set?
Me: (I had to admit that I had never seen such a thing before) Umm… Very im… err… I mean impressive.
Pyaremohan: Thanks Madam. Though there have been some complaints from some of my customers, otherwise this is a smooth selling product.
Mama-ji & Radheshyam Uncle: (in chorus) Complaints? What complaints?
Pyaremohan: No, no. Nothing serious Sahab. Actually since these dresses are imported, the cuts do not always please my customers. And you know every woman is habituated to a particular bra or a panty cut and fitting and whenever there is even a slight modification they start complaining.
The shopkeeper took out the panty again from the dress set.
Pyaremohan: Madam, do you see a problem in this? (He handed me over the panty)
The situation was getting even worse for me. Now I had to check a panty in front of three pairs of male eyes! It was just getting too much bumbling! But… but there was no way out also!
I took the panty from the shopkeeper and tried to inspect it as Mama-ji and Uncle watched me do that. Apparently it seemed okay though the size was smaller than what I usually wear.
Me: I mean err… its appears to okay to me… but may be…
Pyaremohan: Thanks Madam. I knew it was okay. Yes, as I was saying, some customers did complain to me that when they tried it at home they felt that the back coverage of this panty was inadequate. But these are imported materials and made to average size… Madam, you tell me, is it my fault if some customers possess bigger asses! He he he…
I felt terribly tight the way things were shaping up. I could feel my nipples rising their heads inside my bra and getting perky.
Pyaremohan: What I feel is one should not reason on that line because this is a designer nightwear basically to look more appealing and attractive and since you will stay within the periphery of the house, one should not be so critical. Isn’t it Madam?
Me: Umm? Hmm. Tro… err. true! But… but cuts are also important you know.
Pyaremohan: I agree Madam, but I cannot do anything about these sets as these are imported and come in fixed packets. I cannot exchange any piece from it.
Me: Right.
I nodded like an expert!
Radheshyam Uncle: Bahurani, I am really confused which one to choose for you! The 3-piece or the 5-piece?
Pyaremohan: Sahab, let me show you a few more exclusive items and then you finally decide.
Radheshyam Uncle: Oh! You have more?
The shopkeeper quickly stacked the items and moved on to the next one. I was quite anxious because it was getting increasingly uneasy for me to check out intimate wears in front of three adult males.
Pyaremohan: Madam, let me show you now some very special bras. I bet you have not seen these types before.
I had no choice but to go through this exercise. As a reflex action, I stretched my pallu over my heavy breasts and shuffled moving my large sari-covered ass sexily.
Pyaremohan: Madam, first see this one. This is called a demi bra.
Saying that he unfolded the bra in front of us and handed it over to me.
Mama-ji and Uncle both almost stooped over my hand to see the bra in detail.
Mama-ji: What’s so special about it?
Pyaremohan: See the cut here at the center Sahab… between the two cups… its deeper so that it will enhance err… I mean you know… the cleavage. Actually you will not find much difference by seeing, but when Madam wears it, she would be able to realize the special cut.
Mama-ji & Radheshyam Uncle: (in chorus) Hmm.
I stood shamelessly holding the bra in my hand surrounded by Uncle and Mama-ji.
Pyaremohan: Next in line is the air bra. Have a look at this!
Saying that he unfolded another bra from a fresh packet.
I looked at the shopkeeper for an explanation and he was as ready as ever!
Pyaremohan: Madam, this is err… actually not meant for you, but still have a look. Actually look here…. (he pointed inside the cups of the bra) it contains air-filled pads for a fuller, natural shape. He he…
I was really surprised to see that. I had heard of padded bras, but this was the first time I saw one! I noticed that the tiny air bags were made in such a way so that they filled the bra cups and obviously when a girl would wear it, her breasts would look very full due to the air bags pressing on her breasts within the bra.
Mama-ji: Surely Bahurani won’t need it! Ha ha ha…
Naturally I flushed heavily at this comment from my relative. In fact, I started to grow goosebump all over my body as Mama-ji looked at my eyes.
Pyaremohan: Madam, you are blessed with everything! He he he…
As I turned my face to him, he was licking my whole sari-covered figure through his dirty eyes before going to the next item.
Pyaremohan: Madam, you can also check these very colorful panties (saying that he pulled up a stack). They are all cotton made and have very good elasticity. The cuts are also attractive.
Within the wink of an eye the shopkeeper released the lace off the stack and spread the panties on the counter table. I was shocked to see panties with so varied and bright colors! Not only colors, I noted the cuts of these panties were also very high and deep thereby leaving no coverage practically on the sides.
Pyaremohan: I bet you have not seen so vibrant colors in panties Madam. This is a special stock which came only last month and has been very popular among ladies here.
The eye-catching colors were irritating me the most and I was feeling completely out of water with so many panties spread in front of me and Mama-ji and Uncle were scrabbling through this female undergarment!
Pyaremohan: Madam, you must have always bought dull colors… actually the fact remains that the local manufacturers never ventured into such exciting colors! Madam, even if you spend time browsing, you will invariably land up buying a white, or a dull red, or a maroon, or a blue, or max to max a dark green panty. Am I wrong Madam?
I was dying in shame the way this shopkeeper was revealing female secrets and that too in front of Mama-ji and Uncle. I was compelled to nod very shamelessly and in a way confirmed to the shopkeeper that I do wear panties of such dull colors!
Mama-ji: Why Bahurani? You are not old like us! You are so young! (Glancing at my protruding boobs) Why do you wear such gloomy colors?
I was so astonished by such a weird question that I even forget to react! Mama-ji was commenting on my panty color and was suggesting me to wear more bright colors!
Radheshyam Uncle: But Arjun, if Bahurani prefer darker gloomier shades, how can you influence her choice?
Mama-ji: No, no, I never meant that. I just wanted to say that she is young and should go for brighter colors in whatever she wears…. be it her sari or her pan… I mean undergarments.
Pyaremohan: But Sir, where would Madam get a panty like this? I mean this sort of colors… (he lifted a fluorescent green colored panty and waved it in the air)
I was almost fade up and was so irritated that I looked elsewhere. But… but the whole counter table was flooded with those colorful panties! It was genuinely too much of an embarrassment!
Pyaremohan: Sahab, see the variety… fluorescent red, green, orange… bright yellow, shinny black, silver, indigo blue… purely exclusive!
Mama-ji: Bahurani, why are you silent? Say something?
Me: (with a crimson face, breathing deeply) Ha… yes. I have… I mean never seen such colors, but… but the colors are painful for the eyes. (I tried to be polite)
Mama-ji: Painful! No, no. They are very attractive. Pyare Sahab, pack a dozen of these for my Bahurani!
Me: What?!?
Naturally I exclaimed very loudly.
Mama-ji: Arre Beti, if you take a dozen, you can wear them all the year round… Ha ha ha…
Radheshyam Uncle: Ha ha ha… That’s a brilliant suggestion Arjun! I agree with him and in any case how long would these tiny pieces of fabric sustain? Bahurani take a dozen… Take a dozen.
Suddenly I felt as if like a “randi” standing in front of “customers” who were continuously abusing me verbally! The fact that I was a housewife and came from a decent conservative family apparently was lost in this very prolonged erotic conversation!
Me: No, no. I will take… I mean only a couple at most.
Pyaremohan: Okay, okay Madam. You fight on this issue later with them. Let me finish my job first. He he he…
Clearing the mess from the counter table, the obese shopkeeper was ready in a flash with his next item! I also tried to recompose myself though was already feeling quite exhausted mentally.
Pyaremohan: Madam, now I will show you the item, which had the highest sale in the last 3 months. (He took out a stack and unfolded it on the counter table)
Mama-ji: O! What’s it?
Pyaremohan: Sahab, it’s the ladies hot pant!
Saying that he took out one.
Pyaremohan: Madam, just see this thing. This is specially meant for women who have a heavy figure.
Mama-ji: Why? It seems quite okay for any woman to wear!
Pyaremohan: No, no Sahab, what I meant was many customers complain to me that her panty back coverage is too small or her panty rides up or slides in… you know… you can understand… and typically that happens to women who have a heavy gaand. Madam? You must be facing the same problem?
As it is the topic was too personal to discuss, moreover, I was totally unprepared for any question at that moment. I noticed Mama-ji and Uncle both were looking at me with eagerness to what I reply.
Me: Ye… err… I mean… not exactly… I mean NO.
Pyaremohan: Okay, may be you don’t face it Madam, but several customers do say that their panty rides up over their bottom while they walk for a long time or the panty cuts deep into the groin, etc. etc. Madam, this item actually takes care of many such complaints.
Mama-ji: How?
The old man was making things increasingly worse for me as he probed more and more into every aspect!
Pyaremohan: As I said, this hot pant is very secure and it sits tightly on the ass and unlike a panty does not ride up or move to one side. Moreover, the back coverage is full and obviously much more than a panty, which is a common demand of most of my customers.
I was time and again getting shocked the way this shopkeeper was explaining female secrets!
Mama-ji: O-k-a-y! Now I got it!
Pyaremohan: Madam, what’s your opinion? Afterall you the best person to judge! He he…
Me: Err… well… Looks good but…
Pyaremohan: Madam, I bet, you will also FEEL good when you wear it.
Me: O… okay, but I think…
Pyaremohan: Madam, don’t think, just grab it! It’s a brilliant alternative to your panty, I guarantee.
Mama-ji intervened again!
Mama-ji: Pyaremohan Sahab, since you are saying this is an alternative to a panty, I think Bahurani needs to try it once before giving you the nod. Am I right Bahurani?
Before I could put forward my statement, the shopkeeper was ready with a reply!
Pyaremohan: But Sahab, we do not allow trials in lingerie and undergarments. Had it been a local made product, a trial (he shrugged) was okay. But… but once I buy these imported stocks from my merchant, I have no provision to return a single piece. So if by any chance during the trial an item gets spoiled or crushed… it’s a straight liability for me.
Mama-ji: O-k-a-y… But what if an item is defective or…
Pyaremohan: That never happened till date! Actually these items pass the quality check during manufacturing. So…
Mama-ji: I see.
At last it seemed I traced a way out from this humiliating experience and I readily tried to grab it.
Me: But how can I buy… in fact any of these items before a trial. I had never worn such things before!
Pyaremohan: But Madam, no shop will allow a trial on these items. Are you not getting my point?
Me: Yes am getting it. But you need to look from my angle also!
Mama-ji: I think Bahurani is correct. Since these are imported items, obviously she had never worn such things before and if she buys one and finds it uncomfortable, what to do?
Pyaremohan: But our policy is not that Sahab. You check well before you buy any item, especially from this section, but goods once sold cannot be returned.
Mama-ji: Come on Pyaremohan Sahab!
Radheshyam Uncle: Arre Sahab! Bahurani does not even stay here, she stays far off, so at least on that point you should consider this case.
I honestly never expected Mama-ji and Uncle to plead so much to the shopkeeper for the trial and such was my misfortune that the shopkeeper agreed in the end after some more persuasive efforts from both the “buddhas”!
Pyaremohan: Okay Madam, I walk outside my shop policy… but only four YOU… and (shrugged) will allow you to take trials on my imported stocks… but again… just for YOU and please be absolutely careful not to crush them.
“Who told you to be so kind on me?”, I said in my mind, but was at least cheered up thinking that the verbal embarrassment had come to an end for me.
Me: (smiling cutely) So nice of you!
I tried to be myself and absolutely normal.
Pyaremohan: Madam, tell me your size… then I will give you these 3 and 5 piece nighties from that lot.
Me: Si … I mean… size… what?
I fumbled miserably and as if asked for more embarrassment.
Pyaremohan: Madam, your bra size… then only I will be able to give items from the proper lot.
Mama-ji and Uncle were both looking at me and I felt like penetrating inside the floor, rather than tell my breast size in front of them!
Me: Thirty… err… (I wetted my lips with my tongue)
Pyaremohan: 30! You must be kidding Madam. They look so big! (This time directly winking at my round tits)
I had to ingest this very offensive gesture from the shopkeeper. I controlled myself somehow!
Me: Not 30, allow me to complete! 34.
Pyaremohan: O-k-a-y… (He again looked very directly at my full breasts and I had to shift my gaze off him) I will get the 34 size for you Madam. Just give me some time.
Very strangely I saw Mama-ji and Uncle were getting impatient! I did not know why they behaved like that! Were they getting bored? But only a little while ago I noted Mama-ji was pretty keen to know the secrets of ladies inner wears! I failed to understand why they were getting so restless suddenly!
Pyaremohan: Here Madam. I have everything for you. Here is the first one that I showed you… that embroidery one, and this is the Babydoll and here are the 3-piece and the 5-piece nighty sets. Okay Madam?
Saying that he handed me all the sets and showed me the trial room that was just adjacent to that small room.
Pyaremohan: We have two trail rooms Madam. One outside in the hallway and this one. Though this appears comparatively small, but it has mirrors on three sides for a better look Madam. I hope you won’t find any problem using this.
Me: Okay thanks.
I quickly picked up the dresses and opened the door to enter the trial room.
Oh! What a relief! I said to myself as I closed the door behind me.
I kept my eyes closed for a while and sighed deeply. Then as I opened my eyes and looked around I noted that the trial room was no better than a just covered passage - a very rectangular looking stretched out piece of area closed on all sides. Full wall mirrors were there on both walls and at the back of the door. I was surprised to note that the farthest wall, which did not have the mirror, was painted jet black and honestly I could not remember any wooden wall painted with that color in any shop!
The lighting was also pretty bit odd as the bulb over my head only illuminated properly an area near the door and the farthest corner remained somewhat ill illuminated. What I was unaware was as soon as I entered the trial room, the shopkeeper along with Mama-ji and Uncle hurried to the backside of this room and positioned themselves behind that “black” wall. I never thought in my wildest dreams that there were netted holes made on that wall to peep through! The black surface of the wall, the thick net, and the improper illumination at the farthest corner made it almost impossible for me to trace out.
My innocence and ignorance were entirely capitalized by the three opportunist elderly males and they quietly enjoyed the strip show of a married 30-year-old female!
Being alone in that trial room I openly started scratching my choot over my sari - not knowing at all that I was being watched! I even squeezed my breasts once with my hands to feel at ease. I pressed my sari-covered ass tightly on the wall and closed my eyes to release the heat out of me!
Feeling somewhat better, I started to undress. I unpinned my pallu and started opening my sari. Then I started unbuttoning my blouse and taking it out of my sleeves, I took my hands to my waist to untie my petticoat. I dropped my petticoat to the floor and stepped out of it. It felt so better. I was only clad in my bra and panty. The whole of my body was emitting heat and I took some deep breaths to feel normal.
I was totally unaware of the extreme thrill Mama-ji, Uncle, and the shopkeeper extracted as they continued to peep at my innocent strip show in the trial room. I checked myself in the mirror and noticing that the backside of my panty had hiked up and exposing my round buttock flesh, I quickly stretched the back my panty on my wide ass cheeks with my hands. I noticed the front of my panty was almost fully wet with my juices and I looked very, very obscene standing like that! I checked the front of my panty with my right hand to see how wet it was and it indeed was awfully wet. I could not resist myself from poking my finger inside my wet choot!
The shopkeeper, Uncle, and Mama-ji were having a feast for their eyes seeing me exposing like that only in my undergarments. Moreover, the “actions” that I was doing were exclusively feminine and a woman would ONLY do it when alone. Mama-ji, Uncle and Mr. Pyaremohan probably watched the shot of their life with a voluptuous woman like me wearing only undergarments inserting a finger inside her choot stretching the panty waistband to the front!
Feeling a little bit more comfortable after that fingering, I decided to start trying the dresses. First I took the Babydoll from the wall hook and wore that and laughed on my own seeing the coverage it was giving to my figure. My big breasts were jutting out of that mini dress and it reached hardly till my upper thighs leaving me whole legs completely exposed. I reached the back of the dress to see how much it was covering there and was shocked to note that it just about covered my round buttocks only!
“No way I could wear this even in front of Rajesh!”, I said to myself.
How could they design such a dress for any woman? I was naturally irritated and immediately got out of that mini nightdress though I was already breathing heavily watching me dressed in such a sexy costume. Next I tried the embroidery designed one and this was really elegant. I walked and checked myself well in the mirrors and was pretty much satisfied with that dress and decided to buy it. I disrobed again and stood only in my undies before trying the next one.
The “eye feast” was of course going on about which I was totally unaware. All three males must have been licking my greasy jawani with their eyes and stroking their erect dicks in excitement. Now I was left with the 3-piece and the 5-piece nighties. I decided to try the 5-piece nighty first. For that I had to open my bra and panty because that set had a pair of undergarments with it. Though initially feeling a bit shy, but since I was quite secured within the trial room, I decided to shed my undergarments for trying that one. In fact a big reason for opening my undergarments was also my semi-wet panty. I quickly dragged my panty down my knees to the floor and also unfastened my bra. A wave of tremor passed my whole body as I was standing fully nude within the walls of in the trail room.
It must have been an unbelievable sight for Mama-ji, Uncle, and the shopkeeper who were peeping at me – seeing a married woman stripping under illumination! I wore the panty and the bra from the 5-piece nighty. The panty was awfully tight – I had a pretty hard time to pull it till my waist. I did a mistake in not wearing the bra first and all the time that I tried to pull my panty up my thighs, my full boobs jiggled and swayed very awkwardly. Finally I was able to wear the panty, but it was just too small and was not even covering half of my full-sized bottoms.
The bra also had smaller cups and as a result my breasts heaved up very sexily when I clasped the hook of my bra at my back. The worst part was the fabric was not thick enough and as I checked myself in the mirror, the contours of my swollen nipples were clearly visible through that bra! I was thoroughly dissatisfied with the material being directly able to see my nipple impressions through the bra. I dropped the idea of trying the capri pant and the top and quickly wore the overlap as if someone was watching me!
Last to try was the 3-piece nighty. I quickly got out of this new bra and panty and wore my original bra. I decided not to wear the panty because it was still quite wet in the front. I wore the skirt and the top. The skirt was decent and covered me till my knees but the top was awfully tiny and also had a very deep neckline thereby revealing my whole cleavage bursting above my bra; the robe though was extremely comfortable and had a cool velvety touch and not to mention that it covered my whole body very decently!
Actually I was feeling somewhat unwilling to wear that wet thing and I indeed needed to wipe my pussy as it was still discharging drops of my vaginal fluids. But since I had no handkerchief I was confused regarding how to do it. Then suddenly an idea stuck my mind - why not use one of these new dresses to wipe my choot? Obviously the shopkeeper would be busy finalizing my selected dresses and surely would not pay any attention to these.
I quickly removed the robe and dropped my skirt off my waist to the floor and since I was already pantyless, I started wiping my choot with that dress. I looked at my uncovered choot in the mirror and wiped it not even knowing that three adult males were watching me doing this very personal and lewd act. I wiped even my thick choot hairs, which also got somewhat sticky with my juices. I inserted my finger deep in my choot to get some more discharge and felt very relaxed after completing this act. My breathing had also normalized and my nipples were starting to ease out inside my bra.
Though I had wiped my pussy, my panty was still wet and I used the skirt of the 3-piece nighty to rub it dry. Obviously I was unable to make it dry by rubbing the skirt on it, but the dampness was at least soaked to some extent by the dry fabric. Now I got dressed in my original attire of sari, petticoat, and blouse. Seeing the mirror and using both my hands, I adjusted my heavy tits to set properly inside my bra and blouse and felt very comfortable.
I decided to buy only the embroidered nighty among the four that I tried. I opened the latch of the door and was very surprised to see none present outside the trial room though pretty soon Mr. Pyaremohan almost came running!
Pyaremohan: Oh! Madam, you are done! Actually I had taken your Mama-ji and Uncle for a walk down the hallway. (he was clearly panting)
In no time I saw Mama-ji and Uncle appearing and they both had drooping jaws and both had their hands in their crotch! What was going on? I was a bit puzzled.
Me: Are you okay Mama-ji?
Mama-ji: Ye… yes… okay! Just took a wa…walk…He he!
Me: I see.
I was surely not convinced.
Pyaremohan: So Madam, are you planning to take all?
Me: No way! I will only take this one.
Saying that I forwarded the embroidered nighty to the shopkeeper.
Pyaremohan: Only one! Why? Was the fitting not okay?
Me: No, no. They were all okay, but I liked this one only.
Radheshyam Uncle: Are you sure Bahurani? Not the 3-piece or the 5-piece nighty?
Me: No, thanks Uncle. (this time emphatically) Will take this one only Uncle.
Pyaremohan: Ok-kay! As you wish Madam.
Mama-ji: Good Bahurani! You saved some money of Radhe… Ha ha ha…
Mama-ji tried to lighten the environment, but I noticed his right hand was still subtly stroking his cock from over his trouser! As I looked from the corner of my eyes, I noticed an awesome bulge in Mama-ji’s pant and surely there was something fishy. The shopkeeper was no different! He was also coaxing his lund and that too quite openly – not even bothering that an adult woman was standing in front of him! Though I could smell a rat, but unfortunately was not able to trace out exactly what had happened when I was in the trial room. Radheshyam Uncle also appeared exhausted just as he looked when he had that premature ejaculation with me!
Pyaremohan: So, this is the final tally Madam – three saris and one nighty. Right?
Me: Right.
Pyaremohan: Sahab, you both can sit and relax downstairs. Madam, you just wait for a second for your blouse measurement.
Mama-ji: Fine. Bahurani, come down when you are done.
Me: Okay Mama-ji.
Mama-ji and Uncle turned and walked towards the staircase while the shopkeeper probably went for the tailor. Suddenly I heard the shopkeeper calling me from inside and the voice was quite stern, which actually surprised me. I hurriedly went into the room again, but he was in the trial room!
Pyaremohan: Madam, here!
Me: Yes?
Pyaremohan: Madam, see that’s why I was objecting to this idea of trials!
My heart started pounding in anxiousness. What did he mean? I noticed that he was checking the dresses I tried. I surely would be caught! What an embarrassment! Had he discovered my naughty act of wiping with those new dresses? O God!
Pyaremohan: Madam, these stains were surely not there when I unpacked the dresses for you?
Me: I … I… I mean how would I know? (I tried to remain as cool as possible)
Mr. Pyaremohan was checking the stains on the babydoll nighty very closely. He was trying to figure out what it was and in the process started sniffing it just like a dog! What a shame! The shopkeeper was in effect sniffing my vaginal juices on that fabric.
Pyaremohan: Uhu! Madam! Surely these are fresh… I find the same stain on this panty also! This you… I mean… you just tried this Madam!
He for once looked directly at my sari-covered choot and then looked up at me questionably obviously trying to suggest that the stains were my pussy juices and nothing else! Naturally I had to protest, but was feeling terribly awkward inside.
Me: No, no. How can that be? Let me see!
The shopkeeper handed me the panty (a part of the 5-piece nighty set) I just tried.
What a scene!
I was inspecting my own panty and it was visibly spotted with my vaginal juices.
Pyaremohan: Madam, I am sorry to say… but these are your… I mean err… you probably was not fully aware that you were WET…
Me: Err… what? I mean…
My face started getting in shame – afterall he was just a shopkeeper and was a complete stranger to me. I felt like a stupid asshole standing in front of him caught red handed still trying to inspect the panty!
Pyaremohan: Madam, let me be very clear. You saw that I had reservations about the trial, but you and your relatives insisted and hence I agreed. I cannot sell these used products. I mean… You… you have to buy the whole lot.
He uttered the last few words very discreetly and in a steel cold voice. My heart was pounding and my hands and feet were already cold like an ice cube!
Pyaremohan: Madam, you will have to take this Babydoll nighty along with this 5-piece set and just see… the skirt of this 3-piece nighty also have those stains… the marks are so fresh! (He sniffed again) You have to take all these 3 sets Madam.
I got so nervous that I was not even getting the strength to talk with the shopkeeper. First and foremost thing was I had no money with me. If I were to buy these, I had to take help of either Mama-ji or Radheshyam Uncle. And then, of course I would have to confess to those males that while I was trying these dresses my pussy juice spoilt the fabric.
How could I tell that! Issssssh! What a shame!
Moreover, I was pretty much certain that the episode would not stop there - the inquisitiveness that I had seen in Mama-ji - he would surely question me thoroughly about how the skirt and the babydoll nighty got those stains even if he gets convinced with the panty part!
I could realize then and there that it would be a very cumbersome and embarrassing experience for me to reply Mama-ji; hence immediately I dropped that idea of informing him for buying these nightdresses.
But… then what was the alternative?
I had no clue! Beads of perspiration were already crowning my forehead and my palms also started to sweat. I was having my usual dry lips, but this time purely due to nervousness.
Pyaremohan: Madam, shall I pack them all and inform your…
Me: No, no. You need not inform them.
Pyaremohan: You will then pay separately Madam?
Me: Err… I mean…
Pyaremohan: It will amount to umm… the Baby doll is 450/-, the 3-piece is 650/-, and the 5-piece is 900/-…. umm… totalling to 2000/- Madam.
Me: What? T-w-o t-h-o-u-s-a-n-d!
Pyaremohan: Come on Madam! Afterall these are imported items directly coming from foreign countries!
Me: But… but that’s… that’s too expensive!
Pyaremohan: But Madam you have to take them… I can’t keep these “stained” items in my stock!
I saw that there was no other way but to tell the truth to this man.
Me: Pyaremohan Sahab, I mean… err… actually I do not have money with me and … and its not that I can pay later because I do not stay here. Please consider my case!
Pyaremohan: Madam how can I consider Rs. 2000? Yes if it was a 100-200 rupees I definitely would have considered because afterall you are my customer, but 2000/-… No way I can consider Madam!
I was literally in a catch 22 situation and felt so helpless! I requested again.
Me: Please Pyaremohan Sahab! I am like your sister. Can you not con….
Pyaremohan: Madam, no sentimental strings here! I am a businessman. I cannot sell these. (again he lifted the panty to show me the stain) Either you or your relative must pay.
Me: But I have nothing with me and I cannot tell them. P-l-e-a-s-e try to understand my condition. I… I can do one thing… I will money order you as soon as I get back home.
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Pyaremohan: He he Madam… no such cock and bull story will do. You need to pay here. Don’t waste my time. (His voice was very stern this time)
I tried to persuade him for some more time, but in vain as he was quite adamant on his point and finally I surrendered.
Pyaremohan: Madam, look, this is not a restaurant that if you cannot pay the bill, you can clean and wash crockery and repay me. I need reimbursement for my Rs. 2000/-.
The situation was going towards a hopeless end and to plead to like that to a shopkeeper was even more awkward for me and therefore I desperately wanted to get out of it.
Me: I told you already… I mean I have nothing with me. Then… I mean tell me if I can … I mean if I can do any favor for you so that this money is compensated.
Pyaremohan: What favor?
Me: Tell me straight what you want me to do to pay damages for that 2000/-. I have never been in such a clumsy situation in any shop ever!
Pyaremohan: Madam see that’s not my problem and I don’t want to hear what you have done in other shops. (He was evidently getting rude to me) You have spoiled these and you have to pay.
Me: Okay, okay. Tell me naa what you want from me?
I was trying to get straight to the shopkeeper.
Pyaremohan: Umm… let me think… Okay! Yeah! There is .. there is one way… but… you don’t … Ummm! Can you do it?
Me: (my face as if glowed up seeing a ray of hope) What? Sure! I can do it! Tell me!
Pyaremohan: See Madam I am telling you frankly… we had planned a couple of ads for our products on cable TV and had fixed a model for Rs. 5000/- to act in that. Now… if you can do it, I will surely save 2500/-... actually I have booked her for two ads. But… …umm…
Not knowing any details I just jumped on the proposal as that Rs. 2000/ was playing heavily on my mind.
Me: Err… No problem Pyaremohan Sahab. I will do it.
Pyaremohan: That’s okay, but…
Naturally I was getting impatient.
Me: What’s the problem now?
Pyaremohan: Madam, see there are two problems. Since this was planned for next week, I do not have the male model right now and… umm…
Me: And what?
Pyaremohan: Well Madam, the director is … I mean very ill tempered and rude… so…err… I was thinking whether you would be… I mean whether you would be able to tolerate him or...
Me: In recent times I am tolerating many strange things, which I never dreamt of tolerating! So, you better not think on that.
Pyaremohan: (smiling) Okay, okay. Err… Then Madam I think you should not waste time as your Mama-ji and Uncle would be waiting.
Me: You need to hurry up. You are still sitting with those nighties!
Pyaremohan: Oh! Sure Madam! Give me just a minute’s time so that I can inform the director to arrange for a shoot.
Me: Okay.
Mr. Pyaremohan disappeared in a flash and in fact was back also within a couple of minutes.
Pyaremohan: Madam, with much effort I have persuaded Mr. Mangeskar. He is the director. As I told you he is pretty ill tempered and does not speak a decent language. So please...
Me: Okay, okay.
At that point of time I was honestly in a hurry to get into the midst of action rather than thinking about any other aspect.
Pyaremohan: Come along! And just remember to say that you have acted previously, otherwise Mr. Mangeskar will pack up immediately.
I nodded and followed the shopkeeper. As I followed him through the hallway I quickly draped my pallu once again properly since I was going in front of an unknown male. We reached the end of the corridor behind the toilet where there was a room whose door was open.
Pyaremohan: Come Madam. Mr. Mangeskar, she is the one I was talking about.
The room was fairly big, but Mr. Mangeskar did not look impressive at all – very thin, middle-aged person with prominent rough beard on his face who was wearing a red T-shirt and three quarter pants covering till his knees.
Mr. Mangeskar looked directly at me for some moments and I felt so very odd standing like while he inspected my figure - very openly.
Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm… What’s your name?
Me: Anee…I mean Anita.
Mr. Mangeskar: Age?
I had never encountered such a clumsy situation (at least at grownup age) with a totally stranger asking me my age as the very second question!
Me: Twenty… I mean. 28.
Mr. Mangeskar: And what are your stats? (He asked me looking at my taut sari-covered breasts)
Me: Err… what?
I could not get him at first go.
Mr. Mangeskar: What sort of actress is this Mr. Pyaremohan?
His voice was cold and stern and clearly reflected that he was irritated by my fumbling.
Pyaremohan: Arre she has traveled some distance… give her some time to breathe! Madam, tell him your vital statistics? I have her breast size… its 34.
My ears immediately started to get heated and I could well realize that my throat was drying up! I lowered my eyelids by reflex action in natural feminine shame.
Mr. Mangeskar: Come one! What’s your name….. O! Anita!
Me: Twenty… I mean .. err… 28 and… and 36. I mean 34-28-36. (I had to gather all my mental strength to tell that)
Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm… you look pretty full! Now listen I needed a younger model for this ad, but since Pyaremohan-ji requested, I will go ahead with you. Where else have you acted?
Me: Umm… in drum… I mean in dramas.
Mr. Mangeskar: Dramas! That means on stage only?
Pyaremohan: No, no. She acted in a few small ads also. She is quite familiar with this type. Tell him Madam. Tell him.
The shopkeeper was trying his best to cover me up.
Me: Yes, yes. I acted in err… 2-3 ads.
Mr. Mangeskar: What product?
I was puzzled and looked blankly to Mr. Pyaremohan who was again ready to “save” me!
Pyaremohan: Soaps… soaps you know and….
Mr. Mangeskar: And?
Pyaremohan: And… umm… undergarments…. undergarments!
My lips automatically parted to protest, but I had to control myself as per the demand of the situation. That nitwit shopkeeper! Could he not say anything else other than that!
U-n-d-e-r-g-a-r-m-e-n-t-s! Hai daiya!
Mr. Mangeskar: (now looking at my eyes) Okay that’s good to know. What did you have to do in the soap ad?
This question was indeed directed to me and I had to reply something.
Me: I… I acted in that… I mean I soaped my body.
I was really getting very nervous replying to this man. His voice was cold as steel and questions too direct for a housewife like me!
Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm. Hmm. Whole body or only your hands and shoulders?
I licked my lips once because I could realize I was getting cornered. My face was all red and my body very stiff.
Me: Haa… haa… I mean hands and sho… sho… shoulders only.
Mr. Mangeskar: No showers?
Me: (I was trying to remember the soap ads that I see on TV and construct my replies) Yes, yes… shower was there.
Mr. Mangeskar: Okay, so you soaped yourself standing under the shower and they canned you? Right?
Me: Yes, yes. (I replied without much thinking trying to end the conversation)
Mr. Mangeskar: That’s good, because you have a similar situation here also! By the way, are you aware of what you need to do here?
Pyaremohan: Yes, yes, Madam is aware, but actually I did not get the time to detail her.
Mr. Mangeskar: Huh! You seem to be always so busy Pyaremohan-ji! Anyway, I will brief you Anita. See, as you know this is a chaddi- baniyan ad, the presentation has to be spicy. We must create an urge in male customers to buy this Parineeta Store brand and for that the ad has to be designed and presented in a titillating way, you know!
I was already on the “low” hearing that it was a chaddi-baniyan (=vest and brief) ad. I thanked my fortune and smiled to myself that it was not a female undergarment ad!
Pyaremohan: If you can do it a bit quickly… her…
Mr. Mangeskar: (looking at the shopkeeper very strongly) Then hire someone else and leave me! Sala kaha kaha se chale aate hain! I have my own pace and you both must abide by that! Clear?
I tried to rescue the shopkeeper who was in fact saying to speed up only for me knowing that Mama-ji and Uncle were waiting downstairs.
Me: Okay, okay. Please don’t be angry…
Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm.. Yes, as I was saying, what I plan for is a **** sequence where you are the heroine and you are being harassed. The hero comes and rescues you. The hero will be dressed in chaddi and baniyan, which would signify he-man-ship and advertise for this brand. Clear?
I nodded, but was wondering what the director actually meant by “rape sequence” though I was somewhat assured when he used the word “harassed”. I thought I dare not ask a question and get a scolding and decided to follow the instructions of the director to get over this episode as quickly as possible.
Mr. Mangeskar: You wear this and get ready quickly.
Saying that he handed over a lungi to Mr. Pyaremohan and then turned towards me.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, let me detail you the scene – you are a housewife and he is a servant. Okay?
He? Mr. Pyaremohan? A servant with such an obese figure? I could not just control a smile hearing this.
Mr. Mangeskar: I chose him as the servant because his body will amuse most people you know.
Me: True. (I was still smiling)
Mr. Mangeskar: You will be taking a bath in that toilet (he indicated to the attached bath) and your servant would act like a peeing Tom. Okay?
I nodded though naturally was getting apprehensive about the “bath”.
Mr. Mangeskar: He naturally gets excited seeing you and ultimately breaks inside the toilet and attacks you. Okay? You flee to this room and some hustle and bustle between you and Pyaremohan-ji would take place on that sofa. Okay? Then the hero enters the scene fights the bad man and rescues you with a happy ending. That’s all? Clear?
Me: Ye… yes, but who is the hero?
Mr. Mangeskar: (with a shy smile) Me of course!
Me: W-h-a-t?
Mr. Mangeskar: That would create the humorous part naaa… He is so fat and I am so thin… apart from that comical angle, the message would also be delivered that even a frail man like me turns a He-man if he wears this brand of chaddi and baniyan.
Me: Hmm…
I appreciated the whole idea of this director in my mind though was extremely nervous about what I actually need to deliver.
Mr. Mangeskar: Here goes your costume Anita! (he handed me over a white petticoat and a white blouse).
Pyaremohan: You can change in the toilet Madam.
Me: No sa… I mean no sari?
Mr. Mangeskar: Come on! Are you new to acting? How can you wear a sari while taking a bath?
I did not argue any more and hurried inside the toilet, but several questions started to bother me now as I closed the toilet door.
- this blouse looks so transparent and also white in color, what would happen to it when it gets wet?
- what will happen when Mr. Pyaremohan breaks into the toilet? What he will try to do to me?
- what “hustle and bustle” did the director mean that would take place on the sofa?
Instead of bothering too much on that, I thought that I had to be very cautious not to unnecessarily expose or allow too much of touching and grabbing during the shoot.
After I got into my shooting costume, I got out of the toilet. I was clad in a white blouse and petticoat only. No sari. Though I felt hesitant, but thankfully the blouse was adequately covering my breasts though naturally my mammaries remained protruded quite indecently converging male attentions
Mr. Mangeskar: Bah! You look perfect Anita.
The director was looking at my jutting out fully developed tits, which looked quite handsomely appealing not being covered by a sari.
Mr. Mangeskar: You have a good eye Pyaremohan-ji, he he he! She has an excellent figure even after marriage.
Pyaremohan: Thanks Mr. Mangeskar!
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, I hope you are wearing your inners…
Even a blind man could see that I was wearing a bra, such was the transparency of that white blouse and obviously I was wearing a panty!
I just nodded.
Mr. Mangeskar: And under your petticoat?
Me: Yes obviously!
I obviously sounded extremely shameless!
Mr. Mangeskar: Fine. Let me clear this to you both that I want absolutely natural expressions on your faces when you act. So forget all other things and concentrate only on the shoot. Okay?
The director was ready with a movie camera! Mr. Pyaremohan looked horrible clad only in the lungi. His bare chest and belly looked so odd!
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, I will position myself within the toilet. You will open the shower and stand below it. Okay?
I nodded and followed him into the bathroom. I stood under the shower and the director was very close to me with his camera. Mr. Pyaremohan closed the door and remained outside of the toilet. Naturally I was feeling rather tight with this unknown male in this small toilet.
Mr. Mangeskar: Don’t be stiff Anita! Relax… Imagine that you are alone – as if you are in your home toilet. Ignore my presence….
I tried to relax, but obviously was unsuccessful.
Mr. Mangeskar: Let me tell you what you need to do after opening the shower. You start washing your face first, then rinse your hands and then come to your breasts. Okay Anita?
Me: O… okay.
Mr. Mangeskar: Open the shower.
I switched on the shower and water started falling on my body. Thankfully the water flow was not very heavy, but the coldness of the water made me shiver and I felt so, so odd getting wet with a man standing on my nose! I started wiping my face first.
Mr. Mangeskar: Do it gently so that I can take a good view of your face.
Though I washed my face, I could jolly well feel that the water trickled through my hands and elbows onto my breasts and were soaking my blouse and bra.
Mr. Mangeskar: Great….now your hands….slowly!
I followed his instruction and now as I stretched my hands water was pouring directly on my mammaries and I was getting fully wet now. As I was looking down I could see my white brassiere getting very prominent through the blouse and I quickly tried to cover myself by angling my elbow.
Mr. Mangeskar: Okay, Anita, now rub your breasts slowly with both hands.
As I took my hands to my tight boob flesh, my face was getting flushed in embarrassment. I started rubbing my own breasts as the shower water continued to soak me. My cleavage was now prominently visible to the director, as my blouse had slipped down a bit being wet and heavy. Thank God! I could not see his eyes as he was looking into the camera, otherwise it would have been very, very embarrassing for me.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, now do one thing… just to make things look hot… squeeze your breasts gently…
Honestly I was getting excited doing this action. I kept my both palms right over my conical breasts and started squeezing them!
Mr. Mangeskar: No, no… not like that! Do it from below… I mean cup your breasts from below and then squeeze… Just like a male does it, are you getting me?
I nodded while taking the shower. I took my palms below my breasts and then cupped my flesh and started squeezing my big balls. I immediately could feel my nipples getting very hard and were standing up as they sensed my fingers on them. The shower obviously was helping me do this shameless and bold act quite easily! My lips started getting parted and I slowly was gyrating my hips to complete the whole action.
Mr. Mangeskar: Good Anita… Now a little more variation... since you are not using a soap... just squeeze and release your breasts for cleaning… I know that's not the process but you need to make the servant attracted too! So...squeeze and release... squeeze and release...
Honestly this continuously flowing water on my body was doing miracles! I was so quickly getting excited and was slowly getting horny doing this squeeze! I obeyed the director and gripped my both boobs with my outstretched palms and was releasing them after a full crush. My blood had already started boiling inside me and I had started enjoying my shower with closed eyes.
By this time, I was almost fully wet and water had adequately sipped inside my petticoat also making my ass and thighs fully wet.
Mr. Mangeskar: Wow! Your facial expressions are just too good! Very well done Anita! Now get into the next move… circle your finger on your navel. This is just the warmup for your peeping servant you know! Ha ha ha…
With my eyes closed, I dropped my hands from my tits to my navel area. I started poking my belly button with the middle finger of my right hand. This went on for some more moments and since I did not get further instruction from the director, I opened my eyes. He was busy capping me and as I looked down my body I noticed my petticoat clinging to my well formed thighs very indecently and the shape and size of my thighs were clearly exposed and naturally I tried to adjust my petticoat with my free hand.
Mr. Mangeskar: Hey! What are you doing? (I immediately took away my hand off my petticoat) You are on camera Anita… Maintain your position as I say and do not do anything extra.
I nodded and was compelled to alarmingly expose my well-formed thighs through my wet petticoat.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, your servant is watching you. So you must do something sexy to excite him… May be…you just bend a bit and rub your thighs over your petticoat.
With my wet blouse and petticoat clinging to my skin, I thought I was exposing enough. My white blouse being fully soaked was practically nonexistent and the exact position of my brassiere inside was completely visible. Did I need to do more?
I obviously did not have the guts to question the director and hence bent a bit and started rubbing my thighs with both hands and in the process my cleavage appeared very prominently over my wet blouse and also exposing the upper portions of my bulging boobs.
Mr. Mangeskar: Bend a bit more Anita… camera is unable to get a full view.
I had to bend further – now practically a couple of inches of my deep cleavage were visible to the director and as I momentarily looked down my breasts, my fleshy wet milk tanks looked awesomely exposed in that posture. I clenched my teeth in shame and waited for the director to call “Cut”.
Mr. Mangeskar: okay… okay! Cut!
My body was instantaneously upright.
Mr. Mangeskar: Very nice work Anita!
I smiled foolishly. I quickly moved out of the shower, but since I had been standing below that shower for so long, I was virtually soaked to the skin. Water was trickling down my face, throat and whole body.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, now we will go ahead with the next sequence, after which your servant will get inside. Okay?
I nodded.
As Mr. Mangeskar took out his eyes from the camera viewfinder, I noted that his eyes were roaming openly on my juicy body curves – it was indeed a gala sight - a voluptuous woman like me standing within two feet of him in a completely awash state clad in a white blouse and petticoat.
Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, I mean the servant, will try to embrace you and you have to act as if you are trying to escape, but make sure that you both stay under the shower for some time struggling so as to make the scene a bit tempting. Am I clear?
I nodded. Though my skin was wet and cold, my inside was as if ignited in this shower water and the self boob squeeze that I just did!
Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, are you ready?
Pyaremohan: Yes, yes!
Mr. Mangeskar: Fine. Lets do the last sequence of your bath Anita. I want to capture your rear portion in camera. So just turn slowly away from me so that your back faces the camera. Okay?
I nodded again taking a deep breath. I could feel the familiar itch inside my panty! I moved below the shower again and the director shouted indicating camera was rolling. I turned slowly under the shower so that my backside was towards Mr. Mangeskar and took my hands behind and begun rubbing my very prominent ass.
Mr. Mangeskar: Place your hands on your ass globes Anita…. One on each… Y-e-s… like that… slowly… You have a gorgeous gaand yaar! Carry on!
I ignored the slang as I could realize he was also pretty excited filming me. I moved my palms in circular motion on my buttocks and could clearly make out that my panty was pretty evident through my wet petticoat.
Was my panty visible to the director? Hai daiya! As I pressed my ass with my hands, I could clearly trace the outline of my panty! My God!
Mr. Mangeskar: Good! Now jiggle and sway your ass a bit Anita! Actually this will act as the climax for your servant’s entry inside. When Pyaremohan-ji enters you must cry out loudly and very naturally… okay?
As per the director’s instruction, I started to sway and jiggle my heavy ass very shamelessly. Automatically my eyes got closed in utter shyness and nervousness with the very thought that I was doing all this in front of a male! It must have been some sight for the director to see a well-developed woman like me swaying her big tight ass in front of him.
Just then…
Just then Mr. Pyaremohan broke inside the bathroom! I was still swinging my heavy buttocks and he almost crashed on me! I immediately cried out, which was of course very spontaneous rather than acting! He was clad only in his lungi and held my right arm and dragged me towards him. I bumped on his body and naturally tried to guard my breasts from pressing on him with my elbows.
Mr. Mangeskar: Cut! Cut! (We separated from each other) Anita… Anita, you must look surprised and frightened – it must look normal – someone has entered your bathroom, but you seem to… I want that staggered look in your eyes. You behave as if you forget to react and stand like a statue. Okay? Your servant would take that advantage and embrace you. Am I clear?
I nodded along with Mr. Pyaremohan who again went back to the toilet door from where the retake would take place. Mr. Mangeskar looked into the camera and said “Action”.
Mr. Pyaremohan entered again towards me in one brisk action and I tried to express what the director told me with my eyes widely open and a loud scream. Mr. Pyaremohan took hold my right hand and dragged me towards him. I tried to behave that I was very surprised and “forgot to react.” Mr. Pyaremohan used that opportunity fully to quickly pull me onto him and straightway embraced me. My whole wet body pressed on his fat half naked figure.
Firecrackers seemed to burst inside my body as I touched Mr.
Pyaremohan. My blood started gushing inside my vessels as I felt his long arms embracing my soaked back. His warm palms felt so good on my wet blouse-covered midriff!
Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, you now try to kiss her and Anita, you now come to your senses and try to retaliate. Okay?
No sooner had the director completed his words, I felt Mr. Pyaremohan trying to kiss me directly on my lips!
The scoundrel! What audacity!
I felt his wet lips on my cheeks and nose and once on my lips too! Naturally by reflex action, I exhibited a very strong repulsive blow and tried to get him out of my body, but he was much stronger than me and embraced me more tightly. All this time I had been protecting my big breasts from touching his chest with my elbows, but the way he was trying to touch my lips, I had to use my hands to protect me. And…
And as soon as I lifted my hands to stop his face from touching mine, he hugged me more closely and my big firm breasts got pressed very directly to his chest.
I shrieked out!
Mr. Pyaremohan was obviously much excited getting the full feel of my well-developed mammaries and embraced me more tightly. I was naturally getting into a hopeless situation. Being unable to kiss me directly, he began to lick my wet cheeks and honestly the feel of his hot tongue on my slippery cheeks started making me significantly weak.
Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, now you drag Anita under the shower and then do what is natural… like try to grab her breast and ass… Anita, you continue to struggle but make sure that you do not go out of the shower. That’s the laxman-rekha for you in this shot. Clear?
“…do what is natural…” – these words as if unlocked the flood gate for Mr. Pyaremohan and he really started behaving as if he was in the mood to molest me! He dragged me under the shower and I again started getting wet and taking the advantage of this very hot situation, he hugged me very tightly and forcibly moved my elbows off my breasts and pressed me to his body. I was getting weaker naturally as my breasts directly got pressed onto his chest and he was also scuffing and scratching my waist with his fingers; moreover, the shower water falling on my body made the whole situation more complex for me.
Mr. Mangeskar: That’s great Pyaremohan-ji! Carry on!
There was no need for any encouragement for this man and he was now more or less hugging me like my husband! My big boobs getting pressed fully on his chest and his flabby abdomen pushing my belly area. His hands had started measuring every part of my body and I felt his palms rested on my pumpkin ass. I could hardly struggle to get free because he was constantly keeping his lips very close to my face brushing every now and then my cheeks, nose, chin, and my lips too! Mr. Pyaremohan grabbed my ass very tightly, which made me gasp for air! And as I parted my lips, that man, like an eagle, invaded my tender lips.
Me: Aaaaaaaah!
Though I quickly moved my lips, but he was able to suck my lower lips for a couple of seconds. As I looked at him, he was smiling very wickedly as if trying to say “how long will you avoid me?”
Mr. Pyaremohan was giving me ass squeezes in a very different way, as in recent times I have had a number of these while in the ashram. This man was grabbing my ass flesh very firmly and was not releasing the flesh from under his palms for quite some time! This in effect was making me almost breathless the way he was extending the hold on my buttock flesh. His fingers dug in deep into my spongy ass cheeks penetrating my wet petticoat and panty. Surely I was extremely excited delivering this shot.
Mr. Mangeskar: Cut! Good job Pyaremohan-ji and Anita… I have taken good close ups of… of Anita’s gaand under siege! He he… Well, next I will take a few close up shots of your faces only! Anita you will just move your head to and fro avoiding Pyaremohan-ji’s lips, who is trying to kiss you. I will get this later in slow motion and will definitely be a great shot with the shower water falling on your face. Clear?
I was breathing very heavily now and my wet blouse had slid down significantly down my breasts and had exposed me very indecently. I had to stand in that outrageously sexy outfit in front of Mr. Pyaremohan. Mr. Pyaremohan moved his hands from my buttocks in the upward direction and held me at my waist for this shot. As he converged his face on mine, I started moving my head back and forth and he was obviously trying his best to smooch my lips! I could feel his deep warm breaths on my wet face and I was indeed getting weaker and weaker now due to this constant fondling! This went on for few seconds till the director shouted, “Cut”!
Mr. Mangeskar: Very well done! Okay… now let me explain what is to be done next. Anita, you will give one big jerk and Pyaremohan-ji, you will fall on the floor. Anita, you flee to the adjacent room and put the towel kept on the sofa as a cover for your breasts. Clear? I will also move out following you Anita with the camera.
I obeyed as was instructed and ran to the room and took the towel there and covered my breasts.
Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, this shot is fully yours. You will now hasten through the toilet, bouncing the toilet door, and will try to catch Anita. In the process you will stumble and your lungi will fall open. You quickly restore it and come near this sofa and stop. Simple?
Mr. Pyaremohan nodded.
The shock of my lifetime was waiting for me as the shot started. Mr. Pyaremohan bounced the toilet door loudly and while running out tripped and fell on the floor and as he got up, his lungi fall open.
Me: Heiiiiiiiiiii!
I could not control my exclamation as I saw Mr. Pyaremohan was stark naked inside – as his lungi fall on the floor he stood absolutely naked in front of us! Most astonishingly, he was not wearing any underwear or brief!
My eyes obviously got attracted towards his erect lund and the thick black hairy bush above it. Mr. Pyaremohan’s lund was dangling in the air very awkwardly and he quickly stroked his lund once before wrapping it inside his lungi! I noticed his lund was already quite erect – obviously the effect of fondling me for so long.
Mr. Mangeskar: Good Pyaremohan-ji… this will produce a very good humor. Ha ha ha…
How could they show such male nudity in the ad? I could not resist myself from asking.
Me: But Mr. Mangeskar… I mean.. err… how can you show that in the ad?
Mr. Mangeskar: Show what?
Me: I mean.. he was err… he was not wearing anything beneath….
Mr. Mangeskar: Arre Anita, have you gone out of your head or what? Obviously I will camouflage that part where his lund is exposed.
Me: (still surprised) O!
Mr. Mangeskar: Well, the advancement of technology will help me do that! He he… Anyway, lets get along with our next shot. Anita, as Pyaremohan-ji approaches you, you start running round this sofa and he will chase you. You cry “Help! Help!” and run for three rounds and then Pyaremohan-ji grabs you and pushes you onto the sofa. Am I clear about the shot?
We both nodded. I was feeling rather at ease standing with the towel on my wet blouse in front of these two males; I at least remained somewhat covered!
But, not for long!
I started running as soon as the director said “Action” and Mr. Pyaremohan keeping a distance followed me. My heavy boobs started juggling very sexily below the towel as I ran and I tried to cover that with my hands. I completed the three laps continuously crying for help and finally Mr. Pyaremohan grabbed my hand and pushed me forcefully onto the sofa. The sofa was wide enough to accommodate my whole body and as I fall on the sofa there was a deep vibration due to my body weight.
Mr. Mangeskar: Cut! Very nice! Anita, you need to get down from the sofa once and give an exclusive shot. Actually I want to capture your rear from close up when you are running. I noticed that you were looking very attractive as you ran and I just want to capture that in frame. Okay?
I did not know what to say or how to react? Should I feel proud to such a comment?
Mr. Mangeskar: So what you do is you do not go in a circular fashion, but just come down running towards me from a point I tell you and then turn back and run back to that point. Hope that’s not a big ask?
Me: No…
Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji… if you can.
Mr. Pyaremohan quickly went towards a door, which led to another room, which was also fairly big.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, can you see that furniture down that corner?
Me: Yes.
Mr. Mangeskar: Okay, you go there and come running down to me. Since the distance is substantial you can freely run here.
I tried to estimate the distance and it was not less that 30-35 feet. The adjacent room too was unusually large. I nodded and started walking towards the farthest in the other room. Though I was feeling quite odd to run in this wet outfit in front of two males, but the whole shooting sequence was exciting me somewhat.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, keep the towel aside as I want your natural running posture, otherwise you will have to continuously hold the towel while running. That will actually kill the essence of this scene.
Me: O… okay.
I hesitatingly kept the towel on an adjacent chair.
Mr. Mangeskar: Action!
I started running and as I increased my pacing, I immediately realized that my big and heavy breasts were jumping up and down very awkwardly inside my wet blouse and honestly there was nothing I could do to stop it. My full-sized mammaries were swaying sideways as well as vertically as I ran towards the director. The director was standing midway and as I started running was pacing himself backwards with his camera.
As I reached the end point in the room, he indicated me to turn back and run to the other room again. I did that and this time he was capturing close shots of my swaying gaand inside my wet petticoat as I ran away from him.
Mr. Mangeskar: Great! Do this once more!
I again started my run towards the director and this time I realized I was getting short of breath. I hardly do an exercise now-a-days and was not finding it very hard to run like this. I was breathing heavily and my firm breasts were swaying very, very sexily as I sprinted towards Mr. Mangeskar.
Mr. Mangeskar: Okay! Great Anita! Great!
Me: Uffff! (Puff! Puff!))
As I stood in front of him, I was panting significantly. I was a bit surprised when I noticed that that the director still had his eyes on the camera lens!
Me: What more are you filming now? I am here!
Mr. Mangeskar: He he… Anita… continuity… If I suddenly stop the shot after your run is over and in the next scene you are seen absolutely normal, will that not look very odd? That’s why I am recording shots of your breasts when you are out of breath. Do you understand baby?
Me: Oh!
I tried to hide my breasts with my arms.
Mr. Mangeskar: Come on Anita! Its over… Anyway, I must say that you looked awesome when you were running! Very sec… I mean very striking!
I smiled shamelessly not realizing exactly what he meant.
Mr. Mangeskar: O-k-a-y! Now we are heading towards the actual **** attempt and here Anita you have a big role to play. I want absolute natural expressions. Okay? Ummm… By the way, have you … I mean have you ever been raped?
Me: What? (I almost yelled at him)
Mr. Mangeskar: Oho… I mean were you ever teased or harassed by any male?
Me: NO. Never.
I replied very strongly as I went towards the sofa to lie down there for the next shot.
Mr. Mangeskar: Okay, okay. What I mean is I want the same fearful expressions as well as expressions of excitement as your servant touches your body closely. Getting me naaa?
I lowered my eyes and nodded. Some shame still persisted in me!
Mr. Mangeskar: Fine. Pyaremohan-ji, you are a servant and you have got the malkin of the house in a compromised position. So I want that expression on your face. You are in a commanding position now. Okay? At the same time I want dialogues now. Anita, you will be talking to stop him, pleading, commanding, whatever you like and Pyaremohan-ji, you should be replying with rude language being the servant. Clear?
Pyaremohan: Okay… Well, what will I… I mean what will I do now?
Mr. Mangeskar: Lo karlo baat! Ye bhi kya bolna padega! Have you not scene any **** scene in movies?
Pyaremohan: Yes, yes!
Mr. Mangeskar: Then? Do that… … Bas! Anita, get that towel on your breasts… continuity… you now!
My heart started beating louder hearing this. What did the director plan for? But before I could ask anything, he made the camera rolling and Mr. Pyaremohan was over my body in a flash. He attacked me from one side and grabbed my shoulder and kept me pinned on the soft surface of the sofa. Though he was quite obese, but he was remarkably swift! He threw off the towel from my breasts and looked hungrily at them.
Pyaremohan: Uff! Kya maal hai!
Me: Just shut and leave me! You brute!
We started delivering dialogues as if he was the servant and I was the malkin, but honestly I started feeling rather uncomfortable being fully aware that this man was wearing nothing under his lungi. He already had given me the feel of his erect pole inside his lungi brushing it once or twice over my smooth thighs. I cried out “help” “help” and he was trying to peel off my blouse!
Me: Eiii, what are doing? Stop!
Pyaremohan: Chop Sali! Ajj mauka mila hai! Will not stop till I fuck you!
Mr. Pyaremohan for the first time now touched my mammaries. He grabbed my left boob forcefully and kneaded it firmly. I cried out in pain and excitement and tried to stop him, but he caught my arms with his other hand. He repeated the action and this time he kneaded my breast a bit softly and also tried to cover my whole left breast with his palm so that I also enjoy that action. Of course I was not influenced and continued to struggle and tried to free my hands. But he turned out to be cleverer!
He held my arms more tightly and immediately started feeling my naked breast area above my blouse. Getting the feel of his warm hand directly over my naked upper breasts indeed made my life very difficult. I clenched my lips tightly and tried to evade the feeling, but that bastard within a flash moved his hand off my upper breast and twisted my left nipple. Since my blouse and bra were both soaking wet, it must have been very easy for him to trace my nipple impression. Automatically my eyes got closed and I cried out in pain and happiness!
Me: AAAAaaaa…..aaaaaa…. Uhhhhhh……
Sensing that it was the appropriate opportunity, Mr. Pyaremohan released my hands and without a second’s delay, pulled my blouse very strongly off my body as a result of which my wet blouse tore off in two parts near the area of the hooks.
I could not believe my own eyes!
At once my brassiere was exposed to him and as I looked down I was shocked to note that my breasts were almost 50% out of my tiny wet bra and could be clearly seen like daylight!
Mr. Mangeskar: Cut! Cut! But don’t move! Anita! Just be in your position. Bilkul hilna mat!
I remained stiff, but was very much eager to cover my breasts first. I saw the director coming near me and he positioned the camera right on top of my head and was recording. Since initially I was too eager to pay off that two thousand rupees, the fact did not strike me much that I would be filmed, but now seeing the way this director was canning my exposed body with a movie camera, I was a bit alert. Still I was not really shaken by this fact probably because I was ONLY habituated with a camera that “clicks”, but this one was surely different and hence it did not honestly bother me much!
After adequately recording my half-exposed tits, he took his head out of the viewfinder of the camera.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, I can read what you want to say from the way you are frowning. Tell me how many times you have seen a villain tearing apart heroine’s blouse in films?
Me: That… that’s okay… but no more… I mean…
Mr. Mangeskar: Arre! Come on Anita! Don’t I know where to stop? You leave that to me naaa.
Me: No.. no… please… I can’t be … I mean … I can’t be in my bra like this… (I covered my breasts with my arms again)
I had to be extremely shameless verbally to make the director understand. Mr. Pyaremohan was siting silently by my side.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, my dear, tell me how can you shoot a **** scene with the heroine draped fully? Na na…. … tell me!
Me: But how can I be like this in front of … you people… !!!
Mr. Mangeskar: Who told you to think like that? Just imagine you are all alone in this room and a ghost is trying to **** you! Ha ha ha…
Me: I am not joking Mr. Mangeskar… I mean how do people act like this? I am feeling… feeling awful!
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita! You are behaving like a newcomer. Okay, I agree that you have not acted in such a sequel, but you are familiar with the rules naa! Even after knowing that this is an attempted **** scene, if you say that I want to remain fully dressed … then I (shrugging heavily) really have nothing to say!
I really got heated up by this comment!
Me: What do you mean? Have I not taken off my sari? Have I not got fully wet in the shower? I even ran that distance in wet clothes for… I don’t know what for! What more do you want?
Mr. Mangeskar: But my dear you should also consider that I did not take any screen tests of you and straightway got you into the acting zone– just on Pyaremohan-ji’s recommendations! That does not happen anywhere!
Me: What has that to do with what I am saying?
Mr. Mangeskar: Arre…what sort of duffer is this! Had I taken your screen test, I would have stripped you to your knickers to assess your figure… that’s the standard practice in this line and you know that very well! A-n-i-t-a, you are behaving… as if you are acting for the first time! Huh!
Me: But… but then how long would I have to be like this… I mean…
I was still covering my twin globes with my folded arms.
Mr. Mangeskar: Hey Pyaremohan-ji… I cannot shoot like this! If she has a problem, lets quit! Sala! Waqt barbaad karne chale aate hain!
Pyaremohan: Arre… please don’t get upset Mr. Mangeskar… I think… I mean Madam seems to be a bit uncomfortable err… wearing only the bra on her upper portion… but… but she never said she will not act… I mean.. Madam… am I right?
The shopkeeper again was trying to guard me and I myself could also well realize that my whole effort till such time would be a sheer waste if I stay stubborn and argued further. Hence I had to change my gear spoke in a softer tone.
Me: Yes.. err.. I mean that’s what I meant… I just wanted to convey my… I mean I just wanted to convey you my discomfort while acting in this condition.
Pyaremohan: Yes, yes Madam. I can understand. Mr. Mangeskar, if you treat this case a bit compassionately. She is not very professional you know.
Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm. Okay, but it’s not an uncommon syndrome you know. Only last month I had such a case while shooting with a newcomer girl. Uff! She was such a nakhrewali! There was a shot where she was sad as the hero was outstation and she was walking on the beach alone. She was wearing a top and a miniskirt you know and naturally as the wind remains stiff on the beach, her skirt was time and again flying up and she started objecting that her panty was visible.
The director paused for a second and noted our reactions.
Mr. Mangeskar: But the whole objective of the scene was different! I wanted to show that she was so sad and engrossed in her lover’s thoughts that she was unaware of what was happening as she walked. So there are so many angles and food for thought when a scene is captured… but these newcomers have only once track mind!
Pyaremohan: Then?
Mr. Mangeskar: Aur kya? I explained her the demand of that scene and she understood, but by that time we lost significant time. The funniest part is that – that same girl within a week’s time gave shots for me bathing in the waterfall without wearing an inner… just as Mandakini did in Ram Teri Ganga Maili. Ha ha ha…
Pyaremohan: Really!
Mr. Mangeskar: Yes… so you know Anita, it’s all in the mind. Mind game you know! If you concentrate on the acting part ONLY, you will really not notice how many people are present in the set or how much your clothes are covering you etc. etc. You should only have the objective to deliver 100%. Isn’t it?
I had no other option but to nod my head after this explanation.
Mr. Mangeskar: Yes, if it was a full-fledged bed scene then I could understand your hesitations as there you need to treat the male actor just like your husband or boyfriend may be because there the male actor will kiss you for prolonged period of time and will touch your body intimately and not only that in bed scenes now-a-days we prefer to have the heroine in western outfits… can you… tell you tell why Anita?
Me: Uhu… (I nodded negatively)
Mr. Mangeskar: Actually the flavor is lost… I intend to show love on screen, but what I end up with is something different! If the actress is wearing a sari, the whole concentration is on pulling off the sari, opening the hooks of the blouse, untying the petticoat knot… you know. So you know in reality the lovemaking part gets delayed.
He paused for a second again and was in the mood to explain things!
Mr. Mangeskar: But on the contrary if my heroine is wearing a skirt and a top, she looks smarter and I can maker her look hot also by varying the length of her skirt or the tightness of her top. Much simpler you know and most importantly its more comfortable for the heroine also!
Me: How? (I almost reacted very spontaneously as I was listening to him quite attentively)
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, just imagine you are the heroine and you are doing a steamy bed scene for me.
I was not at all prepared for a reply and immediately swallowed my own breath and looked down.
Mr. Mangeskar: Suppose in the first case you are wearing a traditional dress and the hero while making love to you first drops your pallu off your breasts, then unwraps your sari off your waist and you have to also adjust your body significantly so that he can unwrap the sari completely, then he comes back and starts opening your blouse hooks, and then he again goes down to open the knot of your petticoat… don’t you feel the whole effort would make you more embarrassed and discomfit for a prolonged period of time? And… and the lovemaking also takes a back seat all this time?
He paused a little taking a deep breath.
Mr. Mangeskar: But had you been wearing a western outfit, the whole concentration could easily be kept on lovemaking simply because your outfit would just act as a second skin! As the hero would kiss you, he could just pull up your top near the hem and caress your belly. Again he only has to slid his hand downwards just a little to pull up your skirt to caress your legs. So everything goes in one smooth motion.
Pyaremohan: Hmm.. you have a point!
Mr. Mangeskar: I have a lot of points…. Just imagine how odd it would look if in that love scene the hero presses your breasts over your blouse… but if you are wearing a top, the hero can easily slid his hand inside your top from below and produce a better effect. Do you agree Anita?
I nodded with a blushed face. The way the director was vividly explaining things, I could realize a stir within me and my nipples were responding to his “hot” talks adequately and were almost fully up inside my brassiere!
Mr. Mangeskar: Good! But Anita, once and for all, get this nailed into your head that the demand of the scene must be fulfilled. Am I clear enough?
I obviously did not want to irritate the director any more and promptly agreed.
Me: Yes, yes.
Mr. Mangeskar: Okay then guys, lets get back to business. Now for some intense action as the servant naturally is keen to touch his malkin. Anita, Anita, you will continue to be in your lying posture and exhibit resistance, and Pyaremohan-ji you will now ride Anita’s body. Okay? You balance yourself by placing your knees to her sides and sit near Anita’s belly. Clear?
Pyaremohan: Yes.
Mr. Mangeskar: Fine. Now you both will get involved in some hugging and struggling… as it happens in a **** – Pyaremohan-ji will try to grab your breasts, try to kiss you, and hug you… I mean the things which are natural… and Anita, you just falsely struggle.
Me: O… okay, but please ask him to be… I mean… err… a bit decent.
Mr. Mangeskar: What rubbish! How can a **** be decent?
Me: No, no I am not saying that… I am only … I mean I only have the bra now… err… that’s why…
Mr. Mangeskar: Oh! Okay! Not to worry on that Anita, as you jolly well know that even if I want I cannot portray actual things that happens in a ****. I cannot show a full strip, which actually happens in a rape… isn’t it? So…. so, don’t worry on those. Yes, some things do happen at times… which are by no means unnatural… for example in the struggle Anita, your bra clip pops open or say by chance your nipples get exposed out of your bra... these sort of things do happen in shooting, its not that only in **** scenes, but in other bed scenes also, but… but YOU should not worry on those because that surely gets edited.
I was pretty much scared listening to him and was shocked to note the normalcy of his voice saying all these! My God! I decided to be very much careful about Mr. Pyaremohan’s moves and was of course not at all keen to expose further.
Mr. Mangeskar: Enough bla-bla… lets get back to work! Action!
Mr. Pyaremohan was as usual prompt in his actions! He quickly rode my body by placing his legs to my two sides and I readily realized that he was in a very commanding position now and could practically do anything from this posture! I was quite anxious and my heart started to race seeing him in that posture right over my figure. It was just like having my husband on me though he never sits on my body like this! The first thing he did was to held my hands and raised them above my head.
Me: Hey! Stop! What… what…
I could not even complete my words as I saw him bent fully over my body. His arms were also stretched above my head (pinning my hands) and his naked chest was now pressing on my upturned breasts. Simultaneously I could feel his erect cock brushing in my waist area and without ado I realized a sexual jerk within me. He quickly took his mouth right over me and this time without a miss locked my tender lips within his thick lips. As per the director’s instruction, I tried to protest by throwing my legs in the air so that it looked real. But as Mr. Pyaremohan continued to kiss me more deeply, I was getting weaker and weaker and was rather confused what to do.
Though it was acting, as I got his “touches” directly on my body and as he planted the kiss deep in my lips, I was surely getting heated up and I was almost hugging him instead of a protest! My wet body added to the whole setting and I was undoubtedly getting enormously excited as he moved his tongue deep inside my mouth while he rhythmically pushed my pelvic area with his khada lund. Mr. Pyaremohan had a decent erection, which I could feel from the pokes he was accomplishing on the lower half of my body.
Me: Uuuuuuuu… Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm…
I demonstrated the joy of his kissing! With each moment, he was gaining in confidence and I was losing out. Mr. Pyaremohan was now in total control of my lips sucking my saliva very energetically. Concurrently, I could realize he was gradually sliding down positioning his crotch right over my choot! I was certainly getting feebler, both mentally and physically. Still I remembered the director’s instructions and continued to throw my legs in the air to show I was protesting. My petticoat being thoroughly wet was clinging to my feet and I was finding it rather difficult to throw my legs like that.
In the meantime, Mr. Pyaremohan nailed the final pin on me when he took one of his hands from above my head to my mammaries and gave me a tight squeeze. Though my hands were free now, my lips were not, and he continued to suck the last drop of juice from them while caressing my firm bra-covered breasts. I could feel the warmth of his fingers on my exposed boob flesh outside my bra and as if a shiver ran down my spine as I felt a male hand in my intimate body portion!
At last Mr. Pyaremohan released my lips! It seemed he was kissing me for ages and the director also did not interfere anywhere. My condition was pathetic and I was literally panting after such a marathon kiss. Rarely had I been kissed so long even by my husband! But this middle-aged man had more energy than I imagined! He did not give me a second’s respite and raised his body slightly off my body and shifted mildly to his left side and in a flash inserted his hand right inside my bra!
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuu… NO…………. Eiii… what’s this? What are you doing? Aaaaaaaahhhh!
Before I could even protest properly to his action, he slid his palm well inside my bra and cupped my warm tight flesh. Instantaneously an electric stimulation as if passed through my whole body and I writhed in excitement.
Me: Stop… I say stop… pppppllllleeeeeeaaaaassssssseeeeee! Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh….. Uuuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiii!
I shrieked very sexily and openly and spontaneously held his hair and pulled his face towards mine. His lips were again grazing my lips! I think any adult woman would have reacted the same if a male inserted his hand right inside her bra in such a lying posture. He felt my naked breast with his palm and in sheer excitement there were goosebump all over my body.
Pyaremohan: Aaaaaah! Kya mast mamme hai yaar! Uhhh!
Mr. Mangeskar: Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Great going! Anita, struggle… struggle… shout for help!
Me: But… but….
Mr. Mangeskar: Don’t spoil the scene Anita! Do as I say.
The director’s voice was cold and stern. I did not have the courage to protest and succumbed to this molestation.
Me: He… help! Help! Som…. Som….someone save me! Aaaaah!
Mr. Pyaremohan was naturally in full flow by that time – getting a chance to abuse a young and voluptuous housewife like me! He continued to keep his hand inside my bra and enjoyed my warm boob flesh as he again started kissing me! His lund seemed to be more stiff now and was pushing my love gate very emphatically over my petticoat. After kissing me for a while and squeezing my breast, he took out his hand from inside my bra and honestly I was much relived because I was getting very weak and was actually losing control over myself in absolute sexual pleasures. My pussy was dripping profoundly now and my already wet panty was getting wetter!
Hardly could I exhaled a deep breath, Mr. Pyaremohan was again on me like an eagle converging on a rabbit. He again invaded my bra and this time made me absolutely speechless as he inserted his hand from below the hem of the bra peeling it completely off my left breast. My left breast was suddenly fully exposed in front of this man and I obviously looked utterly sexy.
Me: Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! You… you swine! How dare you do that? You…!
I lost words getting into that bizarre situation with one breast exposed in front of two adult males. Mr. Pyaremohan’s eyes as if popped out of his socket as he ogled at my big naked breast. Without wasting any time, he readily grabbed my naked left mammary and started stroking my exposed nipple and areola with his fingers. I tried to stop him with my hands, but he was much stronger than me and quickly got hold of the situation.
My condition was simply awful! My left breast was now first covered by this man’s palm and then by my bra! I got so annoyed and agitated that my whole body twisted and angled in anger.
Pyaremohan: What will you do now sundari! No one can save you today from my clutches! Ha ha ha… (saying that he gave me a very tight squeeze on my tit)
Me: Arre! Eiiii… Stop! You rascal! Mr… Mr. Mangeskar… stop this brute! Stop him! I can’t aaa… act like this!
Mr. Mangeskar: Cut! Cut! Arre! What happened Anita? Isssh! It was such a superb shot in the making! It looked so real! You both were … simply outstanding!
Mr. Pyaremohan slightly lifted his body off mine so that I could talk properly; his right hand was still grabbing my left breast!
Me: What’s this? You idiot! How dare you do that!
Naturally I was boiling in anger.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita… Anita… calm down first! (I was still breathing deeply and seeing my angry reaction Mr. Pyaremohan removed his hand off my breast) The build-up is so nice… don’t spoil it! Tell me what’s exactly the problem?
Me: This brut! He just… I mean… you can see for yourself… he… my bra…
My face was red in anger and shyness too!
Mr. Mangeskar: Yes, your bra. What happened to it?
Me: This ugly creature … What nonsense is this! He just pulled it… as you can…
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita! Did I not tell you that these things do happen while shooting a **** scene and you don’t have to worry because I will make sure they are edited. Did I inform this or not?
The director’s voice was again stern and commanding.
Me: Ye… yes… But… that does not mean…
I was trying to cover my big bouncy breasts with my folded arms, but it was a tough preposition as I was lying posture on the sofa.
Mr. Mangeskar: Are you deaf or what? Why is it not going into your head that if you are not stripped in reality how would you give the expressions while acting? Unless Pyaremohan-ji did this thing to you, how could you bring that anger and hatred in your face, which I was able to record in camera? That sort of expressions will only liven up the whole thing!
Pyaremohan: Sorry Madam. But believe me I had no ill intentions, I only tried to make whole thing look real as it happens in a real ****. No other…
Mr. Mangeskar: Absolutely! I am very happy the way things were going Anita till you reacted. The shot appeared so real! Umm… Err… You know the other day I was shooting for a film in Delhi. It was a kissing scene to be taken on the bench of a park. But somehow the heroine was unable to deliver proper facial expressions though the hero was kissing her quite normally. At least 10 retakes were made, i.e. the hero kissed her 10 times, but still that sensual expression was not coming on her face. Do you know what I did?
Pyaremohan: What?
Mr. Mangeskar: The heroine was sitting on the park bench. I placed the camera angle in such a way that the heroine’s legs and waist area do not appear in the frame. I asked the heroine to sit with her legs apart and instructed the spot boy to sit between her legs and caress her pussy over her panty. It was not a problem as the heroine was wearing a skirt and you know immediately in the next shot as the hero kissed her lips, I got the desired expressions!
The director shrugged proudly and continued.
Mr. Mangeskar: Just like that Anita, till such time Pyaremohan-ji pulled off your bra, you did not express that annoyance, which is very essential in this sequence. Okay? So lets not lose the tempo and let’s continue the work.
I was feeling so blank! I could realize well that I could not back out anymore now especially arguing with this director. My heart was beating fast – I was nervous – I was irritated - honestly I was keyed up too!
Me: But… you should allow me to… I mean… I must wear … I mean you should allow me to at least wear my bra properly!
Mr. Mangeskar: Okay, okay! Oh! You are just too much Anita! You should not have come to acting! Huh! Anyway… to keep the continuity… err… do one thing. Pyaremohan-ji, you take a brief respite looking at the ceiling and wiping off your forehead and clenching your lips with your teeth while Anita, you draw your bra on your breast to cover it. Is that okay?
Me: Hu… (I nodded)
Mr. Mangeskar: Fine when that’s done, we go into a rolling and hugging scene…. Very common in **** shots, you both have seen it many times in cinema. Pyaremohan-ji-, you will start rolling on the sofa hugging Anita to have a better grip on her, but make sure that you do only two full rolls, otherwise you both might fall off the sofa and hurt yourselves. The height is quite odd.
Pyaremohan: Yes. Okay.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, you just need to provide the proper support to him, but make sure that you scream and move your head to and fro reflecting resistance. Am I clear?
Me: Hmm.
I was feeling so very clumsy to be again caressed by this man who moments ago forcibly pulled off my brassiere! Mr. Pyaremohan was back to exactly where he was – sitting on my waist and I still remained lied on the sofa clad in my bra and petticoat. As I heard “Action” from the director, I noticed Mr. Pyaremohan taking off his hands off my body and looking up at the ceiling clenching his lips. I was more than glad to see that and craftily put my popped out breast in my bra again. Though I realized that the scene was outrageously sexy and indecent, I had to do it to save some dignity. Hardly had I finished my job, Mr. Pyaremohan again “attacked” me. He quickly bent and straightened his fat body over mine and in one action pulled my back slightly off the sofa to have his hands under me. He hugged me tightly and I felt his standing cock poking very indecently exactly over my panty now!
My condition was naturally beyond description – my mind was trying to resist this dirty man’s moves, but my body had got extremely excited sniffing the presence of an erect male dick so close! This man seemed to be prompt as a cheetah and in a flash started rolling over the soft with my body locked under his arms. My tight round breasts pressed entirely on his naked chest and I was almost breathless when his whole body weight was on me when we rolled on the sofa. That idiot must have been enjoying this to the hilt – my fleshy curves getting fully pressed under his body. As he was about to roll with my body a second time on the sofa, the director intervened!
Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, just pause till I say to move when you are on the bottom and Anita is on top. Okay?
Pyaremohan: Oh… okay.
My condition was getting pathetic being in this body hugging posture for a prolonged period of time. I was emitting hot breaths and my firm breasts being continuously pressed to him made me rather elated. Moreover, his stiff manhood under his lungi was poking my love spot so awkwardly that it made me gasp every now and then. He now took a half roll so that I was on top on his body in that hugged posture.
Mr. Mangeskar: Just hold there… hold there. Anita, your back looks fabulous! Let me quickly take a few shots.
I knew there was only my bra strap covering my whole back till my waist as I was already stripped off my blouse during this **** scene.
Mr. Mangeskar: You have a very attractive ass Anita… Just remain still… let me pan on your lovely g-a-a-n-d…
Thank God! I was still wearing the petticoat as I could feel the director coming near and taking close-ups of my ass. Little did I know that the outlines of my panty was clearly visible through my wet petticoat clinging to my huge bottom and Mr. Mangeskar was recording my sexily exposed condition.
Mr. Mangeskar: Great! Now carry on! And Pyaremohan-ji, when you land on Anita’s top, start rubbing your face on her breasts as if you are very excited and approaching climax. Okay? … Action!
Mr. Pyaremohan tugged me down in one smooth action and rolled again till I was again under his body. We were at the edge of the sofa and all along this rolling and hugging his thick wet lips were continuously brushing my cheeks and the sides of my lips. Thankfully that scoundrel did not try to kiss me any further. Now he slowly slid down to have his face right over my half-open mammaries and started rubbing his face vigorously on my taut flesh.
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaahhh! Oooooooouuuuuuuhhh! Oooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiii! Aaaaaaaaaaaaahh!
Mr. Pyaremohan was poking his nose deep into my visible cleavage and also started licking my exposed boob flesh out of my bra. His hot breath on my tits and his fingers pinching the sides of my belly made me go wild! This whole action made me so weak and clueless that I was now succumbing to him pretty fast. I could feel automatically my legs were getting parted under my petticoat as a positive response to his sensuous moves.
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaahhh! Stop! Oooooooouuuuuuuhhh! Stop! Oooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiii! Aaaaaaaaaaaaahh!
I was trying to resist, but it was so feeble that it seemed like a hay straw in front of a roaring river. Mr. Pyaremohan must have realized I was pretty much excited now as I was embracing him tightly on my own. He was pressing and steering his erect lund on my upper thighs and was forcibly moving and rubbing his face on my breasts pushing me to the edge of my control. In fact, once it really seemed to me that my mammaries would pop out completely off my bra the way he was thrusting my flesh with his face. I was indeed feeling quite horny within myself when the director intervened.
Mr. Mangeskar: What’s this Pyaremohan-ji? Are you caressing your wife? Where is the roughness? Bullshit! And where is your hand? On Anita’s belly… playing there? This is a **** yaar!
The director was almost shouting, seemed pretty upset with Mr. Pyaremohan!
My condition was unspeakable. My choot was wet and my whole body was aching in sexual pain and it really seemed as if I had no residual strength left and decided to keep my eyes shut and listened to what the director had to say to Mr. Pyaremohan.
Pyaremohan: Sorry! Actually I got a bit excited…. Actually Madam is so sexy…
Mr. Pyaremohan was conversing from his pose where he was – he was still hugging me. His upright dick under his lungi was still poking my upper thigh area!
Mr. Mangeskar: You are here for acting and not appreciating my heroine! Got it? Anita is not your wife that you would playfully rub your face on her breasts! Huh! Rubbish!
Pyaremohan: O... okay. I got your point.
Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm. Lets retake this. Action!
Mr. Pyaremohan again started rubbing his face on my breasts and this time unquestionably with more force and his hands held my bare shoulder. He again was more interested in licking the sides of my breasts coming out of my bra and dipped his nose deep inside my naked cleavage. Simultaneously he was pressing his fully erect cock on my well-developed thighs; he was of course trying his best to press my choot with his lund, but was unable to do so properly as he had slid down significantly to fondle my breasts.
Mr. Mangeskar: Arre yaar! What are you doing! Just stop! You are blotting the whole buildup!
Pyaremohan-ji and myself - we both were startled by this sudden reaction of the director. I thought he was doing it quite okay, especially the second time. He was exerting quite a bit of force.
Mr. Mangeskar: Just see the expression on Anita’s face! Its getting to normal! Pyaremohan-ji you are not doing anything so that the rage stays on her face. Seems you are not getting my point! You are molesting a woman… so that harsh thing needs to play most of the time! Hopeless!
I looked at Mr. Pyaremohan. He looked a bit confused, but at the same time he was breathing heavily and obviously was very much excited caressing me for such a long time.
Pyaremohan: But… I mean… I… I was doing…the second time I think… but…
Mr. Mangeskar: What but… but…. Stop babbling! Get out of the sofa and I will show you how to do it.
What did he mean? Alarm bells started ringing immediately in my mind, but I was amidst such excitement that I could not gather the strength to get up and resist. Mr. Pyaremohan got out of the bed in a very vulgar manner; he was openly holding his lund over his lungi as he got off the sofa. Even before I could take a mouthful of air, the director jumped on the bed and readily rode my body!
Me: Eiii… what are you…. I mean… please…
I fumbled miserably due to my sexually stimulated state and the director took the fullest advantage of that!
Mr. Mangeskar: Relax Anita! No need to panic! I will just do a demo for him. He is unable to grasp what I want from him. You just respond to my actions – that’s all! Pyaremohan-ji, you just follow my actions and see how I strip her more so that it imitates a real intercourse!
Pyaremohan: Sure!
I was shocked listening to the last part – “strip her more” – what did he mean? I was already clad only in my bra as my upper cover and stripping more… did he want me to act topless or what? I exclaimed within myself and automatically my lips parted thinking of such a situation. But unfortunately there was hardly any time for me to ponder or protest to that because a new man was there on my body already!
The director, Mr. Mangeskar, jumped upon the sofa and bent over my body keeping his hands on my sides for balance. He was rather quick to straighten himself on my body – it seemed as if… as if I was a randi lying on bed and customers were in queue to taste my juicy figure! I could instantly trace his bulge inside his three quarter pants pressing me over my pelvic area. I was so uncomfortable that I had to move my heavy gaand a little and adjust my body to accommodate him! Mr. Mangeskar hugged me tightly feeling my full breasts on his flat chest and then turned towards Mr. Pyaremohan!
Mr. Mangeskar: See Pyaremohan-ji, you should curb Anita’s legs like this and her hands like this. Okay? Afterall you must look like taming her!
Uff! It was so, so irritating – this “teacher-like” attitude of this man, but it was only expected of a director to have the capacity to explain and demonstrate scenes. Mr. Mangeskar locked my legs with his long hairy legs and simultaneously held my arms and stretched them up above my head quite forcefully.
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaah……!
It was painful and this action also made my breasts heave up significantly within my bra and I felt very tight because by that time my mammaries had grown to their fullest resilient size due to this continuous fondling and squeezing I was experiencing in the name of acting.
Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, this is imprtotant… see how I rub my face on Anita’s breasts?
Hardly did he finish his words that he was rubbing his face very hard on my bra-covered tits. I was shuffling, I was moving my head to and fro, I was swaying and rubbing my big ass on the sofa – I was utterly uncomfortable and was naturally getting horribly excited as his stiff beard abraded on my boob flesh. It was indeed an eerie sensation making my nipples go rock hard and my vaginal walls contracting heavily in extreme thrill!
Me: Ohhhhhhh… Aaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuu! Your be… be…. beard!
The director paid no heed to my cries and continued pressing his face on my fully developed breasts. He was moving his head and pushing his nose in such a way that it seemed he was sniffing my whole breast area like a hungry dog!
Suddenly he stooped his movement and looked at Mr. Pyaremohan again.
Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, I thought you should have done this while you were with Anita. (The director lifted his upper part of his body off my body lying on the sofa) As you can see Anita’s nipples are quite clearly visible through her bra and camera had capped that adequately… and any male seeing this should get amply stimulated to bite or pinch such lovely swollen nips and more so in a **** scene! Isn’t it?
Pyaremohan: Yes, yes. I noticed them… but… I thought…
Mr. Mangeskar: Don’t think! That’s my job! You just do it!
What a conversation! I almost died in shame hearing that. My ears were all red, but I was in such an elated state with a leaking pussy that I had to digest all these humiliating talks! The director was instantly back in action and positioned his face right over my right breast and his lips just in front of my nipple and…
Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAA………… Plllleeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaaaasssssseeeeeeeeee sssssttttooooooopppppppp! Uuuuuuuuuuuu….
He held my right breast nipple over my brassiere in between his teeth! I could not even protest his movements as my hands were already tightly held by him!
Me: Eeeeeeeeeeee…….SSSSSSssssssssssssssssssshhhhhhhhhh h!
I gasped for breath as the director continued to bite my swollen nipple! He was not ignorant to my left breast and started alternating with my nipples! I virtually went wild in excitement during this action and was shrieking most shamelessly. I was throwing my legs very indecently in the air such that my wet petticoat hiked up exposing my legs adequately.
Me: UUUUUUUUUUHHHHHHHH!!!! Stpppppppppppp! Maaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
The last bite was so strong that it almost brought tears to my eyes! The bastard! Even my husband had never bite my nipples like that when he fucks me! The right nipple was aching and the nipple was so taut and standing! Uh! I was literally gasping for a proper breath when the director again started his confounded teaching to my co-actor.
Mr. Mangeskar: So have you followed that Pyaremohan-ji? You need to bite in such a way that Anita must cry out… like I did… see there’s tears on her eyes… afterall you are raping her man! So bring that zeal in your action!
Pyaremohan: (with a very jolly face) Yes, yes. I would love to do that!
Mr. Mangeskar: Good!
Me: Please… I can’t take it anymore… Ahhhhhh!
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita! I told you to just respond to my actions so that Pyaremohan-ji gets the chance to grasp the whole thing and perform in a better way! So just keep your mouth shut!
He said the last few words pointing his finger on his lips.
Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, concentrate. Now observe how I strip her off the petticoat. Always remember that when you try to strip a woman of any of her clothes the best route is via a kiss. So in our ad also the servant takes that path and compels his malkin for a kiss and smoothens the path. Just see!
Me: No… no, please don’t open that… Hai daiya!
I was feeling really hopeless and virtually staggered the way things were shaping up! My whole body was trembling in sexual thrill while my pussy was discharging juices in trickles into my panty and my legs were getting indecently apart quite involuntarily! As I looked down at my boobs, I could clearly see my swollen nipples very much prominent over my brassiere. I closed my eyes in shame or may be in anxiousness or may be… may be in anticipation!
Mr. Mangeskar was holding my hands above my head and now he quickly brought his face right over my face and his lips touched mine.
Me: Naa… p-l-e-a-s-e…
I tried to avoid, but my body heat betrayed me and the director easily locked my juicy lips into his. Honestly I was slowly started liking the sensation of his stiff beard! It was a completely different feeling (though initially was indeed irritating), but now as I was getting further and further hyper, I was in fact enjoying it! He started tasting my lower lips and then licked and sucked my upper lips. I could inhale a nice breath freshener scent in his mouth, which definitely made me feel good too!
Me: Uuuummmm… Mmmmm….
Mr. Mangeskar realizing quickly that I was an easy prey, slowly probed his tongue deep inside my mouth tasting my mouth and lips fully. He seemed a pretty decent kisser and played my tongue for quite some time with good care giving me awesome pleasure. He was indeed pressing my body hard and my full sized boobs were getting crushed under his chest. He must have been thoroughly enjoying the feel of my big round tits on his chest. My whole figure was bending in utmost elation and I responded very positively to his actions and kissed him back embracing him tightly.
Me: Aaaaaaaaaah…. Ummmmmm….. Oooooooooohhh!
He returned me with an even deeper kiss and this time he freed my arms, which were held above my head and moved his hands down over my firm breasts and stared massaging my flesh gently. I was gasping for breath and immediately held his body with my arms
also was so excited that I hugged his body with my arms. relieved and was trembling in delight getting the feel of a second male hand on my full-sized globes in so short a time period! Mr. Mangeskar obviously did not stop there and slid his hand over my navel to my waist and within a flash he very skillfully unfastened the knot of my petticoat and I was unquestionably heading towards nudity. I honestly was not in a position at all to resist anymore as I had started to “boil” by that time.
I was surely not within myself anymore because being the wife of someone else I was lying here with some totally unknown male and another man was watching my shameless act with greedy eyes! The director was fully utilizing the situation to amply taste my firm milk jugs with one hand, tasting my saliva adequately with his tongue and lips, while his other hand descended down to caress my uncovered navel and waist. I could very well realize that it was only a matter of seconds that I would lose my bra completely and would become topless in front of this man as Mr. Mangeskar had pulled down the straps of my bra off my shoulders and the bra cups were getting displaced off my mammaries very awkwardly.
Me: Ummmmmmmmm…. Oooohhhhhhh! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhh!
I was emitting moans of all sorts and was starting to vividly remember my last night’s fuck in the hands of Guru-ji. It was such a pleasurable night! With those thoughts in mind, I was enjoying thoroughly Mr. Mangeskar’s advances on my jawani. I could feel he was pressing his erect manhood on my choot harder and harder, which in effect was making me more vulnerable.
Now slowly but steadily, I could clearly feel he was trying to push my loose petticoat off my waist down to my thighs with one hand while he was squeezing my breasts with his other hand. I could sense nudity below my waist as he continued to slide down my petticoat more and more!
Me: Eiiiiii….. Noooooo…. Aaaaaaaaaaahhhhh… Plllllleeeeeeeeeeeeaaaaaaaassssssseee!
My shriek was stronger then my actual resistance and the writing was on the wall. The director adjusted his body slightly to make room for him to drag my petticoat down my thighs while he locked my lips so that he could take full control on me. As he kissed, his hand continued to work down my waist and ultimately I had to lift my ass up a little in order to enable him to pull down my petticoat down my thighs!
He released my lips and pulled his body slightly up from me and looked at me. I looked extremely sexy with my bra straps down and my breasts almost fully toppling out of my disorganized bra and my panty fully revealed for him. My petticoat remained bunched up at my knees exposing my very fair and rotund thighs.
Mr. Mangeskar: You are too good Anita! Uh! I really enjoyed your… I mean I enjoyed acting with you. He he…
He exhaled deeply and though I was extremely excited felt very much ashamed in my almost naked state in front of two adult males. Now he provided an opportunity for the man who was waiting in the queue – Mr. Pyaremohan!
Mr. Mangeskar: Okay then… Pyaremohan-ji… have you watched me closely! You need to follow me… not too harsh and not too soft… you need to strike a balance. Getting me?
I looked towards Mr. Pyaremohan who had been watching me all along. He was smiling.
Pyaremohan: Yes, yes… Madam, you should come to this line… you have such a great figure… Very nice…. I wish my wife were like you… He he he…
I was in no position to talk as I was still breathing very, very deeply and even forgot to cover my exposed body and looked at him with blank eyes!
Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, stop daydreaming and finish your pending work first!
Pyaremohan: Right, right!
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, I think you are fully charged up and you will surely deliver your best now for this ad!
The director now got up and I was left completely stranded on the sofa! I lay there with my bra loosely coiled up on my big-sized firm mammaries and my petticoat stripped down to my knees exposing my wet white panty! I was indeed looking like a sex goddess as if only waiting for the ultimate pinning!
I started getting back some senses as the director got up from my body and looked down to fix my bra, but found it impossible to cover my big jiggling tits from my lying posture. I had to get up. Though it was rather difficult for me in this extremely keyed up condition, but still I sat up. I noticed Mr. Pyaremohan and the director had their eyes riveted on my waggling boobs as I sat up from my lying posture. It was such a cumbersome state!
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita! Hold it! Hold it! Don’t try to wear your bra now! I have a brilliant idea! Let us do it like this… this **** sequence will then become hotter than hell!
My mind was not working and I just held back my movements. Since previously I was lying under a man, I was not feeling that much of a shame regarding my exposed state, and on the contrary I was thoroughly enjoying the whole thing, but now being seated on the sofa alone, I started feeling very, very shy with two men gazing endlessly at my stripped figure. I crossed my arms across my breasts to save some dignity, but my panty remained exposed!
Mr. Mangeskar stepped up and stood right by my side.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, your face now depicts a perfect shadow - the mix of shame, excitement, and annoyance – exactly what I wanted on a woman being raped. Try to hold this emotion…
I had to look up as he was addressing me.
Mr. Mangeskar: Very good Anita… very good!
I smiled very foolishly. As my bra got almost completely displaced, the pinkish-red circular areolas of my breasts were partly visible through my crossed elbows and indeed I was looking outrageously provocative.
Mr. Mangeskar: Okay… we left the shooting where Pyaremohan-ji, you were rubbing your face on Anita’s mamme – right?
I felt more embarrassed as Mr. Mangeskar used the term “mamme” – it was such a direct and intimate term for any woman and to hear that aloud made my face and ears go fully red instantly!
Mr. Mangeskar (looking at Mr. Pyaremohan): … and next you will strip her petticoat as I showed you. Right? But…. Ummmmm…. Let me think… I have something new in my mind that could make the scene more appealing. Right! Well, lets do it slightly differently!
Pyaremohan: How?
Mr. Mangeskar: Lets incorporate a small chase… that’s on the sofa and the stripping will go hand in hand. Umm… let me explain… Anita naturally is seen struggling under your body and suddenly she kicks you and you fall aside. She tries to get out of your clutches and distances herself moving on her hands and feet. You again jump back and grab her from behind – can you visualize Pyaremohan-ji? Anita you also listen carefully.
We both nodded.
Mr. Pyaremohan: Anita, you are trying to to escape balancing yourself on your hands and feet just as a monkey walks. Okay? Pyaremohan-ji you try to attack her from behind and basically you can only see her gaand and the back of her legs… right? You land up on her gaand and try to get your control… Okay? And there is a small tussle Anita and eventually Pyaremohan-ji snatches your bra and pulls off your petticoat. That’s the sequence…. Am I clear?
Me: Ehhh! What… what are you saying!!!!
Though the director did almost exactly what he said in the rehearsal just completed, I could not believe my ears what I was hearing! I reacted spontaneously! Though I was immensely charged up sexually and honestly wanted “more”, the director’s words as if kindled some alarm in my mind.
Me: How can I… I mean… No… no!
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, Anita… come on! What’s this? You are reacting as if I am asking you to be totally naked?
Me: But… but… If I am stripped of my… I mean… what will re… re…. err. remain on my body? (I suddenly got so anxious that my voice started trembling!)
The director came near me and pressed my naked shoulder. His warm hand felt so good on my cold shoulder. I looked up at him.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, I appreciate your concern, but at the same time I don’t want to take away the good work that you have been doing to make this **** scene look so real!
Me: But… I cannot …. I mean I cannot do this… please…
He now sat on the sofa and looked straight into my eyes. I obviously felt somewhat “weak” again. He held me strongly and he closed my eyes with one hand and kept his finger on my lips and started feeling my lips by brushing his finger around my soft lips.
Mr. Mangeskar: (whispering) Listen to me carefully Anita. You need to do only one thing – just enjoy the sequences. That’s all. What’s your position now? Are you not exposed enough? Can I not see your breasts? Then? Just think that you are acting out a scene and to make it real you are placing your efforts. How can I end a **** scene where you are still wearing your bra and petticoat. You tell me…
He paused a little. I was listening to him and was eagerly feeling his finger on my soft lips. He now slowly pressed his finger in between my lips and honestly that’s what I wanted! I readily grabbed his finger and started sucking it deeply pressing it tightly with my lips. I surely looked like a top-rated whore sitting on the couch sucking his finger while my big tits remained almost fully exposed out of my bra! He continued to whisper!
Mr. Mangeskar: So, just follow my instructions and enjoy! Enjoyment is the true epitome of acting. This is a **** scene for me, but you should enjoy it naa… Allow me to take you to newer heights of pleasure. If you quite, how can you enjoy the real thing? Umm? You are not doing a crime… you are just acting Anita. Moreover, when you know 100% that I cannot show your exposed body in the ad and will have to camouflage it, why bother at all? And, you also know that natural expressions can only reflect on your face when you are made excited naturally. Isn’t it? And for that if you shed your clothes, there’s no harm my dear. Okay?
I did not know how I got convinced, but I felt convinced after his long whisper message!
Mr. Mangeskar now took out his finger from my mouth and showed that to me. His finger was naturally glistening with my warm saliva! He now started licking his own finger and was tasting my saliva smeared on it. He was smiling and I also smiled back shamelessly.
My whorish behavior was superseding my conservative manners!
He held both my arms, which were crossed on my bosom, and he slowly parted them exposing my breasts. My right breast was almost fully out of my open bra and in fact my right nipple was peeing its head out of the cup! His face came very to my chin and… yes… yes, I was definitely anticipating a kiss from him and was longing to have the feel of his beard again!
My senses had ceased to function and it seemed as if I had completely forgotten who I was, where I was, and with whom I was such was the power of his “whisper” and my want of sexual desire at that point of time. I moved my face closer to taste his lips and the director easily trapped me!
He gave me a direct lip-to-lip kiss, which in effect made me hornier towards sexual desires and probably that’s what the director wanted! When he left me and stood up, I could clearly make out the bulge under his pants.
Mr. Mangeskar: Okay, Pyaremohan-ji, you take your old position. Anita, you just lie down on the sofa as you previously were.
I involuntarily scratched my choot in front of both males before lying down on the sofa again. The director adjusted my bra and tied my petticoat knot and made me ready for the shot.
Mr. Mangeskar (without wasting a second’s time): Action!
Again a new man was touching me; obviously I got a tremor immediately as Mr. Pyaremohan touched me. He sat on my waist and directly placed his hands on my upright mammaries and began to knead them! Now there was absolutely no hesitation of both males touching my intimate parts!
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, try stopping him with your hands.
I was feeling so pathetic and feeble that I had to gather some strength to obey the director’s order.
Mr. Mangeskar: Come on Anita! Do it properly!
I tried my best to stop his hands, but was so carried away by my severely elated state that I simply could not deliver properly. Mr. Pyaremohan already had his hands inside my bra and was pressing and tapping my warm nipples with his fingers. The director naturally was getting impatient and repeating his instruction one more time, he got pretty irritated!
Mr. Mangeskar: Huh! Do one thing! Pyaremohan-ji… Just… just slap the bitch! That will bring her to senses!
Before I could realize anything, I felt a very tight slap on my left cheek. I cried out in agony and felt so blank at the suddenness of the slap. I could not react for a few seconds and lay there motionless under Mr. Pyaremohan’s body.
Me: What’s this? What the…
I tried to lift my body off the sofa as a protest, but could not do so as Mr. Pyaremohan pushed me back on the sofa and slapped me again!
Me: AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
I was shocked! How dare he slap me like that! Was I her kept or what?
I was instantly very angry and tried to hit him back. Though he was obese, but he was pretty swift and he avoided my waving arm. Since I was still lying on the sofa and practically below his body, it was rather difficult for me to hit him back.
Me: You swine! How dare you do that?
Exchanges were getting hotter and this whole episode was definitely not planned! The director also did not intervene and was capping everything.
Pyaremohan: Just lie down you randi and keep your dirty mouth shut, otherwise I will put my lund there … Kutriya sali!
He now practically attacked me and was all over my body. I tried my best to retaliate, but failed to overcome his immense strength. His body pressed on me and he grabbed my hands with one hand and snatched and pulled my bra so strongly that the hook broke and it came completely in his hands making me absolutely topless in front of him. Mr. Pyaremohan was motionless for a moment seeing the beauty of my 34 size throbbing wheat-colored exposed tits with my pinkish-red nipples standing up very proudly depicting my totally elated state.
Pyaremohan: Wow! Kya scene hai…..! Oho!
He looked on and on at my exposed tits and was passing all sorts of suggestive remarks while I struggled to make my arms free from his strong clutches.
Me: You idiot… leave me! Leave me I tell you…Aaaah!
He threw my bra to the corner of the room and bent over my body. He released my arms and openly grabbed and started pressing my big firm naked breasts with both hands. I tried to hit him with my arms, but that was too feeble an approach to get rid of him.
Me: Uuuuuuuuuioiiiiiiii…. Uuuuuuuuuuuu…. Aaaaaaaaaaaahhhh! Maaaaaaaaaaaaa!
Though I struggled to be free, since my breasts got completely uncovered and I was getting a thorough massage there, I did not see myself going anywhere from there but to tamely succumb! I began to emit all sorts of sounds and my body demonstrated sexy postures responding to the tight squeezes of Mr. Pyaremohan. I was certainly behaving much like whore.
The momentary anger in me was quickly getting overtaken by my sexual spur. Though my cheeks were still burning due to the slaps, the way he was rhythmically squeezing my tight boob flesh virtually acted like a balm for the slaps! Mr. Pyaremohan was naughtily twisting my nipples and even opened his lungi off his waste and got fully naked probably to excite me more and more! As moments elapsed, my anger diluted, and I closed my eyes and was enjoying this sexy massage on my breasts.
I did not know how long it went on till I heard the director calling me!
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita… Anita… get up… get up now!
As I looked towards the director, I found Mr. Pyaremohan getting down from my body.
Mr. Mangeskar: Come on … get up… get up… Anita… you are doing a brilliant job! I want the chase now!
Me: But… but he slapped me like that!
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita… if he did not do that how could the natural reaction come out of you… it was a great piece of acting… very real! Too good baby!
Mr. Pyaremohan: Madam, am sorry, but I had to do that for the sake of this scene… please pardon me…
I was so surprised to note the change in his attitude in matter of minutes!
Me: Huh!
I looked aside as I still was unable to gulp down his slaps on my cheeks.
Mr. Mangeskar: Can we proceed please… Anita, now fold your legs and kick Pyaremohan-ji and try to escape by walking on your hands and feet. Okay? Don’t get down of the sofa, okay?
Me: (I of course was very conscious of my complete topless condition) But… but… like this?
Mr. Mangeskar: This is a very brief shot because soon you will be under Pyaremohan-ji’s body again for the climax shot. So throw off your shyness and get involved with the shot. Get that weird expression on your face! This man is trying to **** you… are you getting me? Come on! Come on!
The director was hurrying on me and I could well realize that I had to act out the scene as he wanted.
Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji… get ready. Anita will kick you and you will readily fall off the sofa. Then quickly get back and jump on her. Okay?
Mr. Pyaremohan readily nodded his head and the director again cried out “Action!”
I was feeling very tight to be in a topless condition in front of these males and my big naked breasts were waggling very sexily and attractively and were making me more shy. I somehow gathered all strength and kicked Mr. Pyaremohan who was on my body by folding my legs and he rolled and fell off the sofa. Surely my kick was not that strong to get that obese man off my body so easily, but he acted in such a way that it looked exactly like that. I got up and turned to the four-legged walking as the director suggested.
O! My God! How could I do that!
Since my breasts had no cover, as I stooped for that monkey walking posture, my big globes hung loose in the air and started swaying very seductively and I looked awesome. I was at a loss how to control the movement of my freely hanging breasts!
Mr. Mangeskar: Great pose Anita! Now start walking on your hands. Move in a circular fashion so that you don’t go out of the sofa… Fine… fine.
I breathed very heavily and was getting very anxious as I could well realize how indecent and appealing I must have been looking to those males! I balanced myself on my hands and feet and continued my crab walking By this time, Mr. Pyaremohan was also up from the floor and he again jumped on me and held my legs and started pulling me towards him.
Me. Mangeskar: Cry for help Anita… throw your legs… just make it realistic!
I obeyed the director as much as possible and tried to portray as if I was really harassed by Mr. Pyaremohan.
Pyaremohan: Chop Sali! Ab dekhta hu kaun bachata hai tujhe!
Saying that he left my legs and embraced me from behind in that posture. My whole body was still balanced on my hand and feet and the way he embraced me it was perfect “doggie” pose for a fuck! In no time I felt Mr. Pyaremohan’s warm palms on my hanging mammaries and immediately tasted some of his tight squeezes on my firm swaying flesh.
Mr. Mangeskar: Good job Pyaremohan-ji! Now press her as if you are a milkman trying to extract milk from your cow…
What did he mean?
Before I could even react to that, I found Mr. Pyaremohan positioning himself in such a way that he pressed his crotch tightly on my gaand and bent his upper part of the body on my back and now from the sides he grabbed my hanging milk pots more securely and started squeezing them and simultaneously pulling them downwards as if he was compressing the udders of a cow to extract milk! I was not only shocked by his hand movement but also immediately got extremely excited by the whole posture as he was virtually drilling my ass crack with his erect cock!
Me: Aaah! What the… Eiiii… Aahaaaaaaaaaahhh… Uuuuurrrrrrrrreeeeeeeee…..
Mr. Pyaremohan cleverly adjusted the squeezing pattern and simultaneously started twisting my hard swollen nipples, which made me absolutely thrilled. The feel of his thick lund on my ass crack over my petticoat and panty was also making me gasp like anything. I saw the director coming to my front and positioned his camera in different angles to record that sequence.
Mr. Pyaremohan seemed very loyal to the director and he now alternately wetted his fingers with his own saliva and was pressing and pulling my hanging breasts. My big-sized round naked tits were bouncing and swaying with his hand movement and in no time my whole boob surface was made slippery by his saliva lapped on his fingers! Now his hands were moving faster on my relatively wet breasts and the whole scene appeared more close to depict milking a cow!
Naturally I was gasping and shrieking with this continuous boob fondling and even though I was very much rehearsed with boob pressing and squeezing (being married), I was finding it rather difficult to control myself. The whole process was so erotic and thrilling that it made me mentally ready to expose my love spot for Mr. Pyaremohan!
Mr. Mangeskar: Wow! Very nice… very nice… Anita, your breasts are glistening! Wow!
Mr. Pyaremohan naturally was equally excited as he was pushing his manhood more and more into my butt crack, but was unable to move ahead much, as I was still wearing my petticoat and panty. He was now virtually slapping my hanging breasts as he alternately squeezed them and twisted and tapped my swollen nipples.
Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji, enough is enough! Very well done! Now let Anita go a little distance. Quick… quick!
Though my condition was immensely pathetic, I tried to move away from Mr. Pyaremohan, as he released me. As I moved a couple of lazy steps on my hand and feet being utterly exhausted, I tuned back to look and noted that Mr. Pyaremohan was stroking his erect cock with his hands, probably taming it from exploding!
In no time I found Mr. Pyaremohan jumped on me again and this time his concentration was of course on my waist and within the blink of an eye I could feel his fingers working below my navel to unfasten my petticoat.
Me: Eeiiiiiiii…. Noooooo…. Aaaaaaaaaahhhh…. Pllleeeeeeeaaaaassseeee…
I cried out in natural feminine shyness though honestly was quite willing now to get naked! In one smooth whiff, Mr. Pyaremohan pulled down my loose petticoat and my panty off my waist to my mid thighs. My gaand and choot were exposed for the first time and Mr. Pyaremohan seemed mesmerized for some seconds seeing that sight. As he gathered his senses back, he was more than eager to peel off the last bit of my clothes from my juicy 28-year-old body. He straightened my legs and dragged down my panty to my ankles and pulled out my petticoat making me absolutely naked.
Me: Eiiiiiiiiiiiii…….. NNNAAAAAAAAAAA….
My whole body quivered and bent in shame – after all I was a matured lady, that too married and was getting naked in front of two “unknown” persons – and I covered my face with both hands in utter shame and shyness. I could feel the cold surface of the sofa touching my bare ass flesh and my open choot looked so gorgeous with my thick tuft of pubic hair!
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita… what are you doing! You are not with your husband that you will show shyness… you should run for your honor… your dignity… isn’t it? It’s a **** yaar!
I looked blankly at the director. My body was so intensely charged up that I was unable to think even a bit and just wanted to get laid for a long fuck. Honestly!
Mr. Mangeskar: Come on! You bitch! Run for your life! Don’t just sit! Come on!
The director was howling on me and I had to react. I somehow got down off the sofa – fully naked – my choot was exposed to these males now – quite clearly – my hairy bush, my slit, my long butt crack, my pumpkin-like globes… everything!
Mr. Mangeskar: You randi! Will you run or not! Come on!
Never ever in my life did I run like that to “save” my honor – in a completely topless condition with my big round breasts jumping up and down very, very sexily. Mr. Pyaremohan ran after me keeping a distance. The scene was so vulgar… A fat middle aged man running fully naked with his erect cock swinging in the air behind a naked voluptuous woman in the room and another man recording the whole scene with a camera!
This was an entirely new experience for me – to run in an elated and thrilled state. I could realize that drops of juice trickled off my pussy down to my thighs as I ran and my big round breasts were bouncing so very awkwardly! After I completed a couple of circles round the sofa, Mr. Pyaremohan grabbed me from behind. In fact that was a big relief for me!
As he embraced me, I found myself responding very eagerly and voluntarily pushed my big gaand on his crotch very indicatively. He initially embraced me around my belly, but he did not miss the opportunity to hug me from behind by holding my twin breasts and simultaneously pressing his erect dick into my fleshy ass. He slowly turned me to face him and started kissing my lips. This time he injected more stimulation in me by holding my naked ass cheeks in his hands and squeezing them firmly while his lips remained busy sucking the last bit of juice off my soft lips.
I could feel Mr. Pyaremohan’s cock getting extremely hard and pushing me like anything - obviously “he” did not want to dangle any more in thin air. I too embraced him tightly and we were feeling each other’s naked body entangled as if in a steamy love scene! I encircled my arms round his neck to get a more secure grip and pushed my soft lips into his. Mr. Pyaremohan also greeted me with a wet kiss grabbing and squashing my large ass cheeks in his palms. The whole affair was really heating up when suddenly there was a break!
Of course it was the director!
Mr. Mangeskar: Hello! Hello! What’s this going on? Eh?
I was so engrossed in enjoying the heat of Mr. Pyaremohan’s naked body that I did not even feel like moving my head up.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, have you gone mad or what? You are so willingly embracing him and… and that too not even on the sofa! And Pyaremohan-ji, what’s your plan? Uh?
Pyaremohan: Err… I mean… I thought… I was actually about to take her to bed… I mean to the sofa…
Mr. Mangeskar: Aree yaar! She is not your wife that you have started caressing her so tenderly and lovingly! Where’s that hard brutal approach?
Pyaremohan: (smiling shamelessly) Sorry... Actually… err…Madam’s body is so soft and charming… dil nehi kar raha hai ke shakti se pes aau!
Mr. Mangeskar: I don’t fully disagree… Anita, you really possess a very tempting figure, which I could not assess when you were clad in your sari… ab jab nangi ho gayi ho, I can realize actually… Anita tum to malai ho malai!
Both males were praising my youthful “jawani” in a very crude form and were lapping my exposed beauty with their lusty eyes. I stood there shamelessly like a fool in my birthday suit.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anyway, Pyaremohan-ji, we need to put it together properly… right?
Mr. Pyaremohan nodded in agreement.
Mr. Mangeskar: See Anita, let me explain briefly again. In a **** scene initially you had expressions of hatred and anger, which you already depicted very aptly, but as the sequence progresses and the male slowly pins you down, you also get excited, which is natural of course! There has to be a change in your look.. I mean your facial expressions… getting me?
I looked at him blankly.
Mr. Mangeskar: The hugging and caressing will be more intimate now, but you cannot just succumb to Pyaremohan-ji. The struggle will have to be there and exhibited. Am I getting myself clear?
I was still trying to cover my body and had my arms folded on my breasts though my choot was entirely exposed in front of these males. I was breathing very heavily and was bursting from inside in (s)excitement and was looking shyly at the floor as I listened to the director.
Mr. Mangeskar: Okay? So get ready for the real action now! We are into the climax shot! Pyaremohan-ji, you drag Anita to the sofa and get her laid there. Chalo… Action!
The director started rolling the camera and we were back into our last pose – Mr. Pyaremohan hugging me. This time there was a distinct change in his approach and he treated me roughly as he hugged me. He squeezed my ass cheeks brusquely and started pushing me towards the sofa. I had to hold him for balance and within a flash he did something very weird!
Mr. Pyaremohan suddenly picked me up from floor and held me tightly just below my ass on my upper thighs and stood very balanced!
Me: Eiiiii… what are you doing! AAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa….
Mr. Mangeskar: Great job Pyaremohan-ji! Kya baat! Just held her a bit long so that I can take some good caps.
Though initially startled, but I started enjoying this whole approach; for that matter any married woman would love to be held up in the air in his husband’s arms during lovemaking. The only difference was the man who was embracing me in his arms was not my husband! My big firm breasts were pressing almost on his face and my hairy choot was rubbing against his belly. I naturally was shrieking and was throwing my legs in the air.
I hardly had experienced this sort of a behavior from Rajesh except on a very few occasions on outstation trips during my early days of marriage. I love this approach like any other married woman, but unfortunately had not had experienced this on too many occasions. Moreover, most times it was very short-lived and my husband quickly dropped me to the floor or onto the bed directly. But here today, Mr. Pyaremohan was holding me for a significant period of time in the air and seemed pretty okay with my heavy figure! I did not look frail from any angle and had quite a weighty structure for that matter with large fleshy buttocks and well-shaped solid legs. But I noticed Mr. Pyaremohan was holding me in his lap in the air quite securely and his face did not portrayed that he was taxed at all!
Naturally I was absolutely thrilled in Mr. Pyaremohan’s arms and what he did next made me even more horny! He was holding me in such a way that my proud boob flesh was pressing deeply on his face, to be precise on his nose, cheeks, and lips and in no time I found him licking and biting my grape-like taut nipples!
Me: Eeeeeeeeeeeeeee……… Uuuuuuuuuuuuu…. Sttttopppppp! Uuuuuurrrrriiiii!
My eyes got closed in utter joyousness and my muscles were starting to lighten up in this new adventure. I was throwing my legs in the air and embraced Mr. Pyaremohan’s neck in sheer delight and bliss. It really seemed to me that though he was aged and obese, but Mr. Pyaremohan knew perfectly what to do to please a young housewife! The director also remarked very positively regarding the whole scene and encouraged us to continue for some more time and Mr. Pyaremohan was obviously very much obliged to carry me in his lap further. He was making me gasp for air as he was biting and sucking my nipples very hard as I could realize he was himself very much excited doing that exercise with a woman of my proportions. I continued to groan and grunt in the most shameless way possible responding very positively to his acts.
Mr. Pyaremohan at last proceeded towards the sofa and I was simply impressed with this man’s muscle power as he held me in the air for s-o-o-o-o-o long! It was indeed about time too and I was very adequately charged up for the final show!
I was back to my lying posture on the sofa and Mr. Pyaremohan directly rode on me and quickly stretching his naked obese body on mine pressing his erect cock directly over my choot now. My pussy was so wet by this time I was pretty sure that even if he pushes his cock gently on my slit, it would readily enter inside my lovespot! His chest closed on my free juggling breasts and his face was right over mine and he tried to lock my lips. I also started getting slowly baked in his body heat. I must admit that this time Mr. Pyaremohan had held me in a very powerful embrace and his body was tightly pressing against mine and I couldn't help noticing how well my big mammaries fitted against him! I instantly began to feel horny as my naked tits rubbed all over his massive chest. The feel of his khada lund grazing my choot area made me have a rush of sexual excitement and I immediately developed goosebump all over my body!
I could well realize that I was getting cornered to a position of no return and he had almost effectively placed himself for fucking me now.
It no longer would remain the shooting of an attempted **** and steadily turning out to be an “agreeable rape”!
Mr. Pyaremohan’s strong grip made me gasp a lot and my whole body got tensed as he slowly approached my warm lips. I opened my lips willingly and he started kissing me. The way things were progressing I indeed felt like my husband riding my fully naked body and enjoying me! Mr. Pyaremohan pushed his tongue deep into my mouth and tasted my saliva. I could feel the intended “push” of his pelvis on my crotch area.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, great going! Very good, but just offer some resistance from time to time!
Naturally this sort continuous of foreplay by a male on my body for so long had made me very weak, but could not just ignore the director’s order also. I tried to push Mr. Pyaremohan off my body, but seeing that Mr. Pyaremohan immediately was embracing me more tightly feeling my bare smooth back with both hands below my body and passionately pushed his tongue back onto mine and again started kissing me deeply. I just lost my will to resist! Honestly! I just loved what he was doing to me and I could not carry out the director’s instruction.
Pyaremohan: Sali kya figure banayi hai! So sexxxxxxxxxxxyyy! (he was struggling to push his erect cock into the right hole!)
Me: Ooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiuuuuuu….. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihhhhhhhhhhh!
Mr. Mangeskar: Cut! Cut!
Mr. Pyaremohan stopped kissing me and looked up to listen to the director. Mr. Mangeskar was standing just by the sofa and watching us through his camera from a very close angle.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita! What’s this? I am time and again saying this is a **** scene… this is a **** scene… Aap to isko pura love scene mei convert kar diye!
As I looked towards the director, Mr. Pyaremohan slid slightly off my body and gently placed his right hand over my naked breasts and was enjoying the warmth and firmness of my globes. With his other hand he was stroking his erect lund, which was standing up for a long time now!
Me: I… I tried… but…
Mr. Mangeskar: But what?
Me: I mean… Aaah…. I do not have the strength… I mean to … err…
Mr. Mangeskar: Come on Anita! You are an actress; you should not get carried away so much… isn’t it? Umm… okay… let me check this out…
Before I could realize and understand anything, I noticed he kept the camera aside and suddenly jumped on the sofa! Both Mr. Pyaremohan and myself were a bit astonished at this approach and he pushed Mr. Pyaremohan off my body and virtually took his position! And… and he held my face and tried to kiss me! I was so surprised that I forgot to even react for a few seconds, but immediately got back to my senses and retaliated. I felt his lips pressing on my wet lips and was forcing his way to open my lower lip. I was not ready for this sort of a forced approach and tried to knock back by pushing his mouth off my lips using both hands. There was a very brief struggle and I was eventually successful.
Me: (rather angrily) What sort of behavior is this?
Mr. Mangeskar: Ha ha ha…
I was pretty much surprised by this laugh and looked blankly at the director.
Mr. Mangeskar: Huh! Just see Anita! This is what is expected from you in this scene. When someone forces you for a kiss, you hit back, and that’s exactly what the doctor orders here. Getting me? Not just enjoying as if Pyaremohan-ji is your husband and making love to you!
Me: Oh! (My face was somewhat crimson as I realized what he meant)
I was smiling also – it must have been a scene – I was lying naked on the sofa, not even a thread on my body - my hairy choot and big mamme – all exposed to these males… how could I smile so brazenly!
Mr. Mangeskar: Good that you readily realized… so keep that in mind and continue! Pyaremohan-ji, are you… ai baap!
Pyaremohan: What happened?
Mr. Mangeskar: Arre yaar! Your lund is looking like the Eiffel Tower! Anita, have you noticed it? Uhhh!
I smiled shyly again.
Pyaremohan: He he he… Madam is very sexy… her lips are very sweet … each time I am kissing her I am getting so excited… He he he…
Mr. Mangeskar: Umm… tell me how is it different from your wife?
Pyaremohan: No… not only that… it’s the overall effect I mean… he he he… Madam’s dono mamme… they are so big and firm… Madam’s legs are so tight and solid…
Mr. Mangeskar: Hmm… You really have a very good sex appeal Anita!
I did not know what to do and smiled like a whore, but definitely enjoyed those praises though said in a very crude way!
Pyaremohan (looking at the director): I wonder how tight her choot would be… He he he…
My smile obviously vanished off my face listening to such a comment and I lowered my eyes.
Mr. Mangeskar: He he he… That Anita’s husband can tell, what do you say Anita? What’s his opinion baby?
I continued to breathe heavily and tried to look elsewhere and did not find it necessary to reply.
Mr. Mangeskar: Why are you worrying Pyaremohan-ji… you will soon be able to say how tight or loose Anita’s choot is…. Anita, am I right? Ha ha ha…
Both males started laughing loudly looking vulgarly at my bare curvy figure and I found no place to hide my face from those two adult males!
Mr. Mangeskar: But Pyaremohan-ji, be careful! Do make sure your Eiffel Tower don’t explode prematurely! Anita will surely not like that, am I correct Anita? Ha ha ha…
Naturally my face was all red and I did not know how my eyes went towards Mr. Pyaremohan’s rock-hard dangling lund and sighed deeply.
Mr. Mangeskar: O-k-a-y, enough! Lets get back to business. Pyaremohan-ji, this time you obviously go for the ultimate kill and Anita, I want to see the same intensity in your struggle as you showed when I tried to kiss you. Am I clear?
We both nodded like obedient students and the director again picked up his camera.
Mr. Mangeskar: This time I will take more close up shots of Anita. So Pyaremohan-ji you just make sure that you don’t come in the way of the camera.
Pyaremohan: I mean… how do I do that?
Mr. Mangeskar: See, when I pan on Anita’s face, you kiss her from the side… so that your face does not guard her face and Anita, you also don’t show your resistance at that time. Okay?
Me: You…. I mean when… err… when you take close ups?
Mr. Mangeskar: Exactly. And Pyaremohan-ji when I take close ups of her breasts, you need to press them from the side so that your hand does not guard the camera. Got it?
Pyaremohan: Yes, yes.
Mr. Mangeskar: And this time I want you to kiss her breasts and suck her nipples more than anything else because that will actually trigger more vivid expressions in Anita. Okay? … Can we start? … Action!
Mr. Pyaremohan as usual was fast as a cheetah! He immediately placed himself upon me and embraced me tightly. As soon as his completely naked body touched mine, my heartbeat was racing and though I was feeling extremely weak I feebly pushed my arms onto his body to exhibit some resistance. This time instead of my lips, he started licking and sucking my prominent fleshy cheeks and in no time both my cheeks were absolutely wet with his warm saliva. I was really surprised the amount of enjoyment I derived the way his thick wet tongue painted my smooth cheeks with his saliva! In fact, never ever Rajesh did such a thing while making love to me on bed. Yes, he kissed me once or twice on my cheeks or even bite me there enjoying the fleshiness of my cheeks, but never this sort of prolonged licking! Mr. Pyaremohan did not stop there and readily moved down!
He quickly made me raise my left arm and pushed his face right into my armpit!
Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…. AAAAAAAAAAAAAaaaaah!
The bastard was licking my armpit feverishly!
He virtually made me breathless and my whole body was as if jumping on the sofa in excitement. He was stroking his tongue forward and backward in quick succession on my armpit skin, which was actually taking me to the seventh heaven – such was the feeling! I had a small tuft of thin hairs in my armpit and he was licking everything! His nose was rubbing deep inside my armpit and the feeling was just awesome! And his hot tongue was doing the grazing work so efficiently that it was indeed creating sexual tingling all over my body.
Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! Sssssssssssssstttttttttooooooooppppppppp!
Though I was married for more than 3 years and very well acquainted with the art of adult lovemaking, still this was like a fresh breeze for me! My husband had never done this to me on bed, but this middle-aged “unknown” man opened my eyes towards a completely new horizon of sexual pleasure! I was simply exhilarated and enjoyed it very thoroughly with loud moans.
Mr. Mangeskar: Great job Pyaremohan-ji! You extracted very real expressions from Anita! Keep up!
At last Mr. Pyaremohan stopped his sweet invasion into my armpits and pushed his head up and rubbed his face on my cheeks. I could clearly feel his manhood knocking very closely to the love hole of my choot! As I opened my eyes, I saw the director coming very near to us with his camera and I noticed he aimed at my big open breasts! Mr. Pyaremohan immediately shifted his position on my body so that my big round breasts were clearly visible to the camera and not remain hindered by his large body habitus.
I was so used to being naked and the presence of camera that I simply did not bother about it! I was still of the opinion that the director already emphasized many a times: ‘I cannot show this sort of nudity in an ad and surely has to edit them”. I was pretty much assured by his words. Such was my foolishness and innocence!
The director gave an eye blink to Mr. Pyaremohan and he started pressing and tapping my full ripe breasts. He twisted my exposed nipples gently with his fingers so as to arouse me more! Now I saw the director nodding to Mr. Pyaremohan and the latter of course got some hint and now for the first time in my lying posture Mr. Pyaremohan plunged his face directly into my exposed tits and readily started rubbing his nose and face over my firm upper globes.
Me: AAAAAaaaaaaaaahhhhh! Oooooouuuuuuuiiiiii! Maaaaaaaaaaaaa! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhh!
I could realize that I was reaching towards my climax and was unable to take any more of these sexy foreplays. I was shrieking wildly and was shamelessly throwing my legs in the air in ecstasy. After licking my succulent breasts for sometime, Mr. Pyaremohan naturally shifted his gaze to my swollen nipples and began sucking them hard and fast driving me to the hilt of craziness. This time I was getting wilder as he grabbed one of my breasts with one hand and attacked the other free nipple with his tongue and was moving his tongue very swiftly on my hardened nipple. I was letting out loud screams and listening to that that man was as if accelerating his sucking speed! He alternated his action and moved onto my other nipple and began tonguing it while his free hand tweaked my just-sucked nipple!
Me: Oiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii mmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa! Maaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrr ddddddddaaaaaaaaaaaaaaallllllllllllllaaaaaaaaaaaaa aaa rrrrrrreeeeeeeeeeee!
I was almost beyond control in ecstasy and threw back my head on the sofa in pleasure moaning out loudly and holding him tightly and ultimately pulling his head more into my firm juicy boob flesh. Mr. Pyaremohan was truly an experienced campaigner and I thought his wife must be a very happy woman because the patience with which he was extending each type of foreplay was beyond my imagination! He was very different from my husband and unlike Rajesh who is always keener to get into the main “chudia” part, this middle-aged shopkeeper was lengthening the prelude with innovation and that too uncomplainingly!
I was greatly impressed!
Mr. Pyaremohan now was descending further down to my belly and onto my navel and poked his tongue deep inside it.
Me: Oooooooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii Mmmmmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!
I was virtually jumping in excitement as he kissed and licked my navel while fondling my juggling boobs with his free hands. He then traced his way back to my naked boobs again licking my whole belly as he came up to my tits. He gave a slight break and took one of my inflated nipples into his mouth and his warm tongue licked across my swollen nipple. Naturally my legs got parted even more in stimulation and while he continued to suck one of my puffy brown nipples, he began to caress and rub the other one with his hand sending me absolutely into a state of sexual commitment and complete submission.
I got dragged to the point of NO RETURN.
My succulent breasts looked huge in proportion since by now they were of course fully-grown and the way Mr. Pyaremohan was licking them up and down, I surely was going to explode with my cunt becoming very, very wet as he sucked my tits as if they were his lifelines!
He was panting quite a bit now and was evidently getting out of breath caressing me so intently.
Mr. Mangeskar: Wow! Pyaremohan-ji, your wife should see this! Even at this age and with that figure, you rock! He he he….
I also appreciated in my mind the way this man was pleasuring me even at his advanced age and with such obesity!
Mr. Mangeskar: Now the pinch…. pinch!
What pinch – I wondered in my mind! I saw Mr. Pyaremohan nodded and then…
Me: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUU MMMMAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!
It was so, so painful! What happened was suddenly Mr. Pyaremohan held my left nipple with two of his fingers and started pinching and twisting it! It was not the normal loving pinch, but a very forceful and vigorous twisting and pressing on my nipple. It was so twinging that I could not help but to scream! As the pain reflected on my face that brut increased the intensity of twisting the nipple and held my head with his other hand.
Me: OOOOOOOOOOOO………….. Naaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa…… Leave me! UUUUHHH!
It was so painful that I was throwing my naked legs in the air and tears started rolling down my cheeks. My whole pleasure experience turned bleak with a moment! I was screaming in high volume throwing my head like an wounded animal. But that bastard continued to rudely twist my nipple and at one time I really felt that he would pluck off my nipple from my breast! Such was the brutality of this action!
The entire scene had changed within the blink of an eye!
Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuhhhhhhuuuuuuuuuuuuu! You… you SWINE! Leave me! Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu!
I tried to get up from my lying posture and slapped his body desperately with both my hands to get out of this very painful pinch, but was unable to do so as I was very weak due to my extended sexual pleasures.
Pyaremohan: Huh! Kiyu re randi! Kaisa laga?
Saying that he at last released my left nipple and pushed me very violently back to my lying posture. My whole left breast was aching like anything and tears continued to roll down my cheeks as it was paining very heavily. I was so astonished by this sudden change of attitude that I was simply dumbstruck. Mr. Pyaremohan seemed to be a totally different man!
He did not give me a moment’s respite and quickly focussed his gaze down my body below my waist. He quickly turned his body and attacked me there and grabbed my thick bush of choot hairs and started pulling them off my body!
Me: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU……….. AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA….
It seemed equally painful to me as he was rudely pulling my pubic hairs off my body and in fact in this pulling some of my silky pubic hairs actually got plucked off my skin!
Me: Heyyyyyy! What are you trying to do? Sssssssssssssttttttoooooopppp!
Already my left nipple was burning like anything and my whole left breast was achy and now that bastard was scratching and pulling my choot hairs. It was an absolute hopeless situation!
Me: Leave me! Just leave me you swine!
Pyaremohan: Shut up you whore! Let me check your choot now!
The scene had changed so dramatically within moments that I could not believe it! Was it the same man? Mr. Pyaremohan now held my hands with one hand and started feeling my whole choot area with his palm. He combed his fingers through my silky pubic hairs and felt my whole choot area with his fingers and palm. Thank God! This approach was at least somewhat gentle, but honestly it felt awesome to be groped like that! Though I was trying my best to get out his clutches, but was unsuccessful. I was writhing on the sofa with a dripping pussy, which was actually made “dripping” by this man only!
Mr. Mangeskar: Super Pyaremohan-ji! Super! Just ram this slut!
I was so shocked to hear such tone in the director’s voice and Mr. Pyaremohan seemed to be even more encouraged by the words of the director.
Pyaremohan: What a choot yaar! Din mei kitna bar marta hoga tera pati? Motherchod sala!
I was shocked and ashamed to hear such comments and started sobbing.
Mr. Mangeskar: Let me switch on some more lights! Tab aayega asli maza!
Before I could realize anything, I noticed he switched on two more lights and the whole room was very brightly illuminated and my naked body looked more striking and appealing in that largely illuminated environment.
Me: Please…. Please… Switch off the lights… I am feeling….
Pyaremohan: Wow! Great! With this extra light I will be able to see the insides of her choot! Arre kitni bar meri biwi se kehta hoon, mujhe tumhe nangi dekhna hai ujale mei… par kaun sune meri baat! Ab pura hoga sapna! Aha! Kya lag rahi hai Sali!
I virtually died in shame the way things were progressing! It was so shameful and humiliating! I still could not believe my eyes that I was lying fully naked in such brilliant illumination. Even my husband did not dare to humiliate me like that even in a loving mode. I must have been looking incredibly sexy under these bright lights in my state of complete nakedness. Both the director and Mr. Pyaremohan had their eyeballs popping out of their sockets appreciating my physical beauty!
Mr. Mangeskar and Mr. Pyaremohan gazed at my big round breasts with my nipples standing out very, very prominently… they gazed at my deep navel shamelessly smiling at them… they gazed at my magnificent hairy choot…. and they gazed at my very well formed fair thighs. Words are probably not enough to describe those flagrant stares! Their hungry eyes were licking every exposed skin pore of mine.
Mr Mangeskar: Hold her legs Pyaremohan-ji!
Before I could even react, I found my legs tightly arrested by Mr. Pyaremohan and the director quickly dropping his camera on the sofa and grabbed my arms! None of the men gave me a second’s time to respond and resist.
Me: Eii… what… what are you doing?
The director took control of my stretched arms with one hand and inserted his hand inside his pocket. I tried to struggle, but was squarely captured by the two males. He took out a rope and started tying my hands to the end of the sofa!
Me: Mr. Mangeskarrr… what are you up to? Leave me! You… What nonsense is this?
My cries fell into deaf ears and within seconds I found my hands tied up with that rope above my head and the free end of the rope getting fixed with the headrest of the sofa!
Mr. Mangeskar: Yah! Now we have got the bitch to fuck properly!
Pyaremohan: Kya baat! Sali randi ko aisi chudai padegi ke nani yaad aa jayegi! Ha ha ha…
Mr. Pyaremohan slipped his hand down my choot and started caressing my inner thighs feeling the silkiness of my smooth thighs. It was a very intimate area and whenever I get caressed in that area, I get extremely excited. This time though the situation was unfavorable, the feeling was so ticklish and exciting that I could not totally ignore it! His hands pushed my legs further apart and the feel of his strong hands were driving me crazy sending chills up my spine!
Me: Aaaa… Nooo… please…. Leave me! Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Uuuuuhhhhhhhhh…..
As my arms were stretched upwards above my head and tied obviously my well developed mammaries looked very open and exposed and they seemed to waggle all the more!
Mr. Mangeskar: Wow! What a scene!
The director had picked up the camera and started capping me again focussing on my heavy jiggling breasts while Mr. Pyaremohan continued to trigger my passions caressing my inner thighs. I could realize Mr. Pyaremohan was also getting to a point he could not hold it anymore and was surely converging to fuck me as he forcefully parted my legs and sat between them! I just felt horrible in such a situation. It was definitely the most clumsy situation I had ever encountered – I was lying unclothed, a man was sitting between my legs, several lights were ON in the room with a man standing right over me head with a camera!
Seeing no other way out, I tried one last sentimental route to please them.
Me: Listen… Please have some mercy on me… please… Mr. Pyaremohan, you are a married man…. you should understand… How can you do this to me? I have a family…… PLEASE… leave me!
Pyaremohan: I will add to your family… may be after 9 months you will be the mother of my child… Ha ha ha…
Me: I beg of you… I did exactly as you said… I have shed all clothes for this shooting… you told this is an attempted **** scene… but you are now… please allow me to go … don’t do this to me!
Tears started rolling down my cheeks.
Pyaremohan: There is no breach of trust my dear! The attempt to **** is not yet complete! I will conclude that handsomely! Ho ho ho….
My throat was getting dry and my fingers colder as I could realize I was in troubled waters. The profound excitement and elation that I extracted during the shooting had vaporized completely and I was engulfed now with the fear of a true ****! I could well realize that it was a big foolishness on my part to believe this shopkeeper and to agree to shoot for an attempted **** scene. The way I had exposed and allowed these males to touch my body was surely acting like a boomerang. The writing was clear on the wall. It was now very apparent and evident to me that the shooting story was just cooked up to strip me and Mr. Pyaremohan had definite plans to fuck me!
Pyaremohan: Ahaaaaaaa! Uh! Kya choot hai re! I bet it will be s-w-e-e-t!
He bent forward and moved his mouth down my stomach until he brushed his lips over my clit and then gently kissed my pussy!
Me: Noooooooooooooo….. Oooooooooooooooohhhhhhhhhhh!
Mr. Pyaremohan was sniffing my choot now! He was kissing me there! He was licking the sidewalls of my slit! The touch was so electrifying that I could not keep control on myself and voluntarily bucked my pubic area against his face!
Mr. Mangeskar: Wow! What a shot! Great going! (He panned the camera exactly over my choot) Let me help you too!
Saying that he started unbuttoning his three quarter pant! I was so shocked seeing this. What was his plan? Will they fuck me together? Oh No! What to do? The director dropped his pants to the floor. He was wearing a white brief through which his stiff cock was very prominently. Without wasting a second, he dragged his brief down and showed very vulgarly his already erect manhood to me. Now there were two males with erect dangling cock around my nangi jawani!
Mr. Mangeskar: Taste this Anita… you will be filled with more energy! Ha ha ha…
Since my hands were tied above my head, I could not resist to this very lewd act and the director held his stiff dick in one hand and came very near to my face. He first touched and pressed his warm meat on my cheeks and the feeling was s-o-o-o-o-o, s-o-o-o-o erotic! Though shocked by this development, I could not ignore his naked cock touching my cheeks. I also got immensely keyed up and momentarily forgot my “captured” state!
Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuu… Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
The director was now naughtily pressing his cock on my nose and lips and though I tried to avoid it by jerking my head, he was forcefully doing it. The scent his cock seemed to be very familiar to me - exactly like my husband’s! How could that be? Did all male cocks smelt like that? I could well realize that I was getting weak again and was unable to protest much due to this double dose of sexual stimulation from Mr. Pyaremohan and Mr. Mangeskar.
In the meantime, Mr. Pyaremohan had ceased sniffing my pussy and had inserted a finger in my wet lovespot! I could not take it any further and started emitting all sorts of moans now climaxing easily towards the peak with this dual attack. My legs automatically were spreading wide to keep myself comfortable and I was now completely open to him and at his mercy.
The director was also waiting for this moment probably and seeing the opportunity he pushed his lund straight inside my mouth! I was so charged up sexually that I hardly could resist anymore and grabbed it willingly in my mouth. Mr. Mangeskar started imitating the fucking posture moving his hips to and fro so that it became easier for me to suck his erect cock.
Me: Oooooooo… Ooooooo… Oooooo…. Aaaaa…. Aaaaa…. Aaaaaaa…
I was rhythmically moaning as he fucked my mouth with his tall manhood. I was sucking it like a lollypop and surely portrayed a truly whorish look with one man fingering my pussy and another having inserted his cock inside my mouth. This was indeed a very new sort of experience, but I surely did not dislike it! The pleasure was just too much! Naturally I was breathing rapidly and my big tits were moving up and down as I writhed in ecstasy in this unbelievable sexual setting.
The funniest thing was the director was still holding the camera on his shoulder with one hand while he mouth-fucked me! Mr. Pyaremohan was definitely advancing towards his goal. He now stopped fingering me and had stretched his hands up and grabbed my big breasts and placed his body for the climax. He pressed my breasts with such a force as if he was kneading the dough for roti-making. His brut force felt so good and strangely made me feel wilder! He started caressing my swollen nipples, but this time making sure that he was very gentle especially to my left nipple! Though my left nipple was indeed painful, but his warm little touches made me feel better!
Me: AAAAAAAAAAaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
All along I was sucking the cock of Mr. Mangeskar and he at last withdrew it from my mouth probably getting too much excited. The reddish head of his lund was clearly visible as it dangled in the air in front of my face, as Mr. Mangeskar was eagerly stroking it probably to ensure his "control".
I could sense a very, very strong orgasm building up inside me and I was all in flames. Naturally the climax was building up by the second in me and sensing this from the more urgent gasps and sounds I made, Mr. Pyaremohan very quickly positioned himself for the kill. He parted my legs appropriately so that he could comfortably “enter” me. I was moaning loudly and was writhing in excitement.
Me: Uuuuuuuuuu… Please open my hands…. I can't take it like this….PLEASE!
I surrendered to them, for the first time, unconditionally.
Mr. Mangeskar: What do you want us to do?
Me: Open my hands… AAAAAAaahhhhhh! Please…. I want to hold him…
Mr. Mangeskar: O! Surely Anita! With pleasure!
The director quickly untied my hands and as soon as my arms were free, I hugged Mr. Pyaremohan very tightly. It felt so good to hold him as I could realize he was about to enter his lund in my choot.
Me: P-l-e-a-s-e… for God’s sake…don’t keep me waiting any more! (I whispered in his ears)
I virtually had reached the endpoint of my control over sexual emotions. In fact, I was dying for a fuck now!
Mr. Pyaremohan was equally eager to enter me having caressed and fondled my naked body for so long! He started kissing me intensely and simultaneously positioned his manhood appropriately to “enter” me. Within seconds I could feel his penis head poking my lovespot and as he mounted pressure it was getting inserted slowly in my extremely wet choot. And then with one strong jolt, he moved his erect tool well inside me!
Me: AAAAAAAAaaaiiiii! AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAIiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii!
Aaaah! It was so exciting and comforting for me to have his erect manhood pushing its way inside my choot. As he pushed forward his cock inch by inch inside me, he kissed me harder and my mammaries got tightly pressed under his chest.
Me: AAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaauuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu! Oooooooooooooiiiiiiiiiiii!
Mr. Pyaremohan’s lund was thick enough to give me heavenly pleasure and his strokes were pretty hard and forceful, which made me gasp for air. I appreciated the strength in his waist and his energy level even at this age! I was simply thrilled! Within a few forceful strokes, he pushed his whole lund inside my choot taking me to newer heights of sexual pleasure!
O! What a feeling!
He held my wide hips with his hands for the grip and started rocking back and forth slowly. He kissed me feverishly and I was feeling on top of the world! His hands slowly crawled inside our bodies to play with my firm mammaries and I also started gyrating my hips in tandem for the full pleasure. After a few minutes of moving his cock in and out, he increased the tempo.
Me: Ooooo… Aaaaa…. Aaaaaaaaaaaaaa…. Ooooooooo….. Aaaaaaaaahhhhhh….
Shedding off all shyness and hesitance, I was now enjoying fully with this man – as if he was my husband! I was groaning and shrieking with full vigor as Mr. Pyaremohan was doing it faster now..
and faster…
and faster…
I could feel his cock brushing against my pussy walls as it moved inside. The feeling was simply mind-blowing! I was really impressed that even at this age he was fucking me like a well-greased machine. My heavy mammaries were juggling very sexily now as he had increased speed. He cupped them with both hands and controlled their movement and smiled at me. Obviously I could not stop smiling back gripping his wavy hair on his head.
He now bent further down and held my breasts softly and started sucking them, one at a time. In response I embraced him tightly and moved my hips along with his to a high degree of accuracy. I started giving very positive responses to his fuck. I brought my hands and ran along his flat chest and caressed his small hard nipples. They felt so "cool" to pinch!
Mr. Pyaremohan: Aaaaaaaaaaah! Aaaaaaagggggggggggrrrrrrrrr!
I even caressed his back and felt his tight butts and slapped and kneaded the muscles in that area. My husband loves being slapped on his butts while he fucks me. Initially I felt very shy doing that, but later enjoyed doing this a lot. I imitated exactly what I do to my husband and Mr. Pyaremohan greeted it with loud shouts.
Me: Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu…
Pyaremohan: AAAAAAAAaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
I moaned the loudest and longest as I was exploding and I could feel Mr. Pyaremohan was also getting stiff to ejaculate. After a few more strokes he let out a very loud
"Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhh"
and I could feel him cumming all the way inside me. I was already leaking heavily and now I sprinkled all my juices onto his meat inside me climaxing very heavily. He was moving his hips to and fro at a very rapid pace as I could feel his warm semen sprinkling on my vaginal walls. My whole body bent back and I was trembling as I also discharged heavily. Both of us were breathing extremely fast and were clinging to each other.
Me: UUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUU……..
Pyaremohan: OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!
Mr. Pyaremohan remained motionless lying on me as he completely evacuated his load of semen inside my pussy and I also had completely drained out. I was so, so satisfied! I closed my eyes and was enjoying the moment!
I did not know how long I had been lying there when I felt the first movements of Mr. Pyaremohan as he tried to pull his body off me.
Pyaremohan: (whispering) Madam, you are a beauty! I am so satisfied… Your choot is so tight!
I opened my eyes slightly and smiled. I was feeling so contented!
Pyaremohan: And your mamme… Uh! So firm and dense! I wish my wife had those…
I smiled again lowering my eyelids.
Pyaremohan: Madam…. your sexy lips…Ooohhhhh…
He closed his face on me gently taking my lower lip in his thick lips and began to suck it very, very gently.
Mr. Mangeskar: Pyaremohan-ji… Pyaremohan-ji! Please get up… its already late!
Pyaremohan: (unlocking my lips) Oh! Yes, yes!
I had completely forgotten the presence of the director in the room while Mr. Pyaremohan was fucking me. I was immediately conscious. Mr. Pyaremohan slowly raised his body off the sofa, visibly exhausted, and finally got out of it. I was feeling so nice that I did not even care to move my arms to hide my nudity and continued to rest on the sofa fully unclothed with my big firm boobs pointing towards the ceiling and my legs placed widely apart making my choot visible to both males present in the room. Moreover, my hairy pussy and thighs were stained with Mr. Pyaremohan's viscous semen and I immediately needed a thorough cleaning there.
Pyaremohan: But… but we must complete the sequence… at least the ad needs to be ended properly.
I was getting back to senses and what Mr. Pyaremohan was referring was indeed a bit surprising for me! I was quite sure that this whole episode was a planned thing to exploit me fully, but since he reverted back to the shooting even after fucking me, I was in doubt.
Mr. Mangeskar: Of course! But for that… (he indicated towards me)
Pyaremohan: Sure! Sure! (he came closer to me) Madam, thanks for all your cooperation. If you extend a little more assistance, our ad will be complete.
Naturally both males were looking at my nangi jawani and I immediately raised my head and looked for some cover.
It seemed I had been naked for ages!
The director readily forwarded my petticoat to me and I immediately placed it over my waggling breasts and my pubic area as I sat up on the sofa.
Me: Is there anything still left? I mean…
Pyaremohan: Madam, the last part of the ad is not…
The director took over from him.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, see I will have to edit the actual intercourse for obvious reasons… and by no means I can show you naked… so a major part will have to be deleted from the reel… but to complete the ad I definitely need the climax where the hero makes the entry wearing our brand of undies rescuing you.
Me: Oh! I completely forgot that…
Mr. Mangeskar: Quite natural!
We all smiled and naturally I had a tinge of redness covering my face. Though I was quite exhausted, but since I was pretty much satisfied by the fuck my mind was very joyous and so I readily agreed to shoot the last part to conclude the ad.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, would you like to wash first?
Me: Ye… yes… of course!
Mr. Mangeskar: Please use the toilet then, but quickly.
Mr. Pyaremohan: Yes Madam, your Mama-ji and Uncle would be waiting.
Me: Oooooh yes! My God! Mama-ji….!
I had completely forgotten about Mama-ji and Uncle in the joy of getting fucked! I readily got off the sofa and holding my loose petticoat over the frontals of my nude figure, I ran towards the toilet.
Mr. Mangeskar: Anita, Anita…
I peeped out of the toilet door.
Mr. Mangeskar: Arre! Take your costume for this shot so that we do not lose continuity.
Saying that he handed me a fresh brassiere and panty. Both were red in color unlike the ones I was wearing, which were both white.
Me: Bas! That’s all? I mean…
Since the fuck was over, like all adult women, I was also not at all keen to remain nude or semi-nude anymore and wanted to be properly clothed.
Mr. Mangeskar: You are nearly raped and then the hero comes to save you… so obviously you need to wear your bare essentials. Isn’t it?
I got his point and did not prolong the conversation and closed the door. I washed my choot area along with my sticky upper thighs. I washed my face and hands and wore those undergarments and got out of the toilet. I was now in real hurry as I was very much conscious that Mama-ji and Uncle were waiting for me downstairs.
Mr. Mangeskar: Okay, both of you take your previous positions. Pyaremohan-ji, you lie down over Anita and I will now come and kick you out of the sofa. Fine? Your role is over. You err… just make sure that you do not come in the way of the camera… (He placed the camera in auto mode on a stool) okay?
The director looked towards me now.
Mr. Mangeskar: And Anita, since this man who comes to rescue you is actually your husband, you need to exhibit that eagerness when you see me…. Getting my point?
Me: Yes, yes. How long will it take?
I was really very keen now to wrap up and end this chapter.
Mr. Mangeskar: Not much… hardly 5-10 minutes.
Me: Okay! Please see that I do not have to spend any more time here. I am already very late.
Mr. Mangeskar: It’s just a small sequel I told you… you are rescued and you get back to the arms of your husband… a little hugging and caressing… That’s all!
Mr. Mangeskar: I have placed the camera in Auto mode…
Pyaremohan-ji and myself were back to our original positions - I was lying on the sofa and Pyaremohan-ji was right on top of my body. I felt rather comfortable wearing the bra and the panty now though I was mentally quite used to being naked in front of these two men since the shooting was such a prolonged step-by-step process!
Pyaremohan-ji: We are ready….
Mr. Mangeskar: (changing into a white baniyan (=vest) and a white chaddi (=brief) in amazing mobility) Great! Action!
Mr. Pyaremohan again bent over me and realizing that we had reached the end of his role in this shooting and he would surely not get a chance to touch me anymore, he grabbed my bra-covered tight breasts and started feeling them by squeezing them gently. By this time naturally my nipples had retracted to their original smaller sizes, though remained somewhat swollen as I was only clad in my undies and most of my body was uncovered. Hardly could Mr. Pyaremohan’s fingers pressed on my mammaries, I could realize my nipples were getting hard and inflated again!
Barely was I able to concentrate on that when I found Mr. Mangeskar jumped on the sofa and started kicking and pushing Mr. Pyaremohan off my body. He pretended to resist for a while, but ultimately rolled off the sofa like a pumpkin and Mr. Mangeskar followed him and pretended to punch him in such a way that Mr. Pyaremohan fell out of the range of the camera.
Mr. Mangeskar immediately got back to me and stood on the sofa and I also rose up from my lying position and stood up portraying an enormously sexy scene with my heavy figure only covered by a small bra and a scanty panty! The director seemed more than eager to get near me and hugged my sexy figure very tightly.
Afterall he was my husband who saved me from a ruffian trying to molest me!
Mr. Mangeskar was feeling my smooth bare back with his two hands and as he hugged me my firm breasts pressed tightly on his very flat chest. Immediately a stream of current as if passed through my whole body making every skin pore of mine alert! But frankly I was in no mood to get excited again because I was rather satisfied with the way Mr. Pyaremohan just fucked me. Additionally the cock-sucking episode was also very timely and appropriate, which had actually triggered my passion to converge for an exploding climax. Though this fuck was not as great and mind-blowing as Guru-ji’s, but it was surely more passionate than what I usually get from my husband now-a-days. I really was not sure of the reason - whether it was due to the combined effect of this weird situation and the cock sucking of a different male who was not fucking me!
Unfortunately, Mr. Mangeskar seemed to have other plans! I could feel the poking of his very erect dick through his chaddi on my panty and his warm breath all over my face. I had already sucked his lund for a prolonged period of time when Mr. Pyaremohan was on my body and I was well conversed with its dimensions. To keep balance standing on the soft surface of the sofa I had to embrace Mr. Mangeskar and he probably took that as a positive response from my end and I soon found him removing his hands off my bare backside and he now held my face up in his hands. Even before I could properly look into his eyes, he touched my lips and took my lower lips between his lips.
Sssss…..! I probably still had Mr. Pyaremohan’s saliva drying up on my lips and now I was being kissed by another man! I tried my best not to get excited again and consoled my mind by saying that this surely should be the end because he had already kicked the naughty servant out and had rescued me, but….
…but the scene continued!
While Mr. Mangeskar kissed my lips his hands came down from my face to my shoulders and further down to my mammaries! I was really not interested in any more sexual stimulation, but was rather keen to get back to Mama-ji and Uncle. But I noted that Mr. Mangeskar had already grasped my milk tanks from over my bra in a firm manner and had started massaging them. I attempted to get my lips out of his mouth, but was unable to do so as he was kissing me rather tightly. I was starting to get a great load of excitement again being so closely kissed and fondled at my intimate organs. It was indeed getting stretched a bit too much for me and my unwillingness to have any further sexual elation right at that point of time started to slowly dissolve!
Oh! No! Not again!
I was leaning back as Mr. Mangeskar increased his body pressure on me as he was fondling my breasts very directly and I was naturally feeling weak at my knees. Moreover, I did not even get a 10-minute rest after getting fucked by Mr. Pyaremohan. But… but… what was happening?
I could feel Mr. Mangeskar’s body getting very stiff and I knew jolly well when a male undergoes this. I felt very annoyed at this and was fully aware what he was up to? He must have been extremely excited seeing me getting fucked in front of his eyes and my cock-sucking must have given him enormous pleasure and now hugging me from the front must have kindled him to the hilt and he was in no position to hold back his semen!
He leant onto me significantly and his full body pressure was practically on me! Mr. Mangeskar was squeezing my boobs very hard and biting my lips so feverishly that I felt I would surely bleed. My knees felt significantly weak and since the sofa surface was rather soft and uneven, I lost my control and collapsed on the sofa and Mr. Mangeskar naturally followed suit. As soon as we landed on the horizontal surface of the sofa, that brut desperately was trying to pull down my panty from my waist and expose my choot. He was already trembling in excitement! I could jolly well comprehend his intentions at that time.
Naturally I was very upset about what was happening now and I simply could not control myself any more. How could I allow a second man now just to satisfy his sexual desire! No way! Was I that cheap? Did I not have any self-respect? Previously when I compromised there was a definite reasoning - I did not have that Rs. 2000/- to pay back, but now? I culminated all my emotions and had a burst out.
Me: Ei… eii! What’s’ this? What do you take me for? Eh? A prostitute or what?
I almost howled at Mr. Mangeskar. He was naturally taken aback.
Me: Get off my body! You dirty creature!
I in fact kicked him out of my body; this obviously would not have been possible had it been Mr. Pyaremohan, but the director had a pretty fragile body and I was able to get rid of him rather easily.
Me: (looking at Mr. Pyaremohan) What do you two take me for Mr. Pyaremohan? I agreed to YOU and who is this man? I agreed for this part thinking on good terms and now this man is trying to strip…. Chi! (I pulled up my panty to properly cover my choot as it was already down my upper thighs!) Just because I had no money and agreed for the shooting, you made a mockery of the whole thing! If I go to the police and charge you of an actual ****, what would you do? Eh? Spend the rest of your life in jail? Eh? Answer me? Huh!
I was shouting like anything – my big round mammaries jerking violently as I yelled even clasped in my bra! Mr. Pyaremohan definitely appeared a bit shaken and looked at the floor and the director was probably in the clumsiest position of his life – he could not control any more and had an ejaculation while I shouted and was guarding his brief with his hands trying to hide that. But I could clearly see his white brief was getting wetter and wetter by the moment, as his juice was trickling out of his cock. It was just too much of a scene!
Me: Just look at him! Issssh! You dirty swine! Mr. Pyaremohan, just get me out of this dirty world… do you hear me? Get me out! Uff!
Pyaremohan: Ye… err… yes Madam.
As he took the director to the toilet I noticed he was walking and ejaculating simultaneously as his body bent and ached as he strolled. It was indeed an incredible scene!
Then Mr. Pyaremohan gathered my clothes – my bra, my panty, my petticoat, my blouse, and my sari.
Pyaremohan: Madam, please forgive me if possible. I have nothing more to say…
He was looking at the floor.
Pyaremohan: Madam, give me 2 minutes, I will get your sari, petticoat, and blouse dried through the drier. I will give you a carry bag to pack your wet undergarments. You please dress up and then we will go downstairs to your Mama-ji.
Me: For heaven’s sake. Do it fast! Do you hear me?
Pyaremohan: Yes, yes Madam.
I took a deep, long breath and slowly clothed myself. What a relief after such a long period of time! As time was passing and I was coming fully to my senses I was feeling more and more ashamed realizing how shameless and bold I had been during the shooting though I could not deny the fact that I did comprehensively enjoy the shopkeeper fucking me.
I hurriedly went downstairs with Mr. Pyaremohan where Mama-ji was waiting for me. Like any other adult woman I was very much conscious about my body movements after having sex. I was clearly feeling the known stickiness in my pussy and was involuntarily swinging my hips a shade more than normal as I walked. I was also feeling quite tight under my bra as my mammaries have grown in size after the intercourse. Though Mama-ji greeted me with a big smile and very normally, I was rather stiff from inside. I was wetting my lips time and again with my tongue to act normally and could as if still taste Mr. Pyaremohan’s lips on mine!
Mama-ji: Oh! You ladies take so much time in a sari shop and Bahurani you are no different… He he he…
Me: (smiling cutely) Yes… err… actually took some time to get my… I mean fittings right.
Mama-ji: Okay… okay! I was not bored at all, but your uncle could not stay any longer as he needed to get back home for some chores there. But don’t worry, he has paid the bill here… Ha ha ha…
I smiled wide as the counter salesgirl forwarded me the colorful carry bags.
Pyaremohan: Madam, thanks for visiting our store and please do come back when you are here again. He he he…
My whole body immediately got irritated listening to this man - again, but since Mama-ji was present there, I somehow controlled myself and nodded to him with a smiling face. The bastard was still eyeing my boobs as he talked to me and I was much relieved to get out of that shop, once and for all.
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