Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

I had completed my graduation. I was now studying to become a teacher. One night at dinner my father said, 'Ramu, my friend Lal Kishen came to see me today. He is very worried about the studies of his young son Babloo. At the start of the academic year Babloo was doing fine but in the last months his grades are going from bad to worse. He wanted my advice. I told him that my son Ramu is studying to become a teacher. Why not let him talk to the boy. Maybe he can identify the problem and be of some help. I want you to go and see Lal Kishen uncle tomorrow evening at six'.


'Oh no daddy, not tomorrow. I have already fixed up some other program. Would the day after tomorrow at the same time suit LK uncle (we used to call him LK uncle)?'

'That should be all right. I will tell him that you will see him the day after tomorrow at the same time'.

When I rang the bell of LK uncle's flat, a young girl of age opened the door. I started to introduce myself, 'My name is Ramu I have co......'



'Yes, yes I know who you are. You have come to see Mr. Lal Kishen in connection with Babloo's studies', she said interrupting me and laughed merrily and added, 'See I know who you are and why you are here. I am Varshini. I am Babloo's older sister. Please come in papa is waiting for you'.

I looked at the her more closely. She was quite pretty with a nice figure with nice tits. What struck me most was the mischievous twinkle in her eyes and a very naughty smile. I met LK uncle and told him before I could decide I would like to spend some time with Babloo to be able to really identify his problem. He said it was fine with him.

After three days I told LK uncle, 'There is nothing wrong with Babloo. It seems that his mathematics teacher went a little too fast in the beginning of the academic year or Babloo did not pay enough attention and he got lost. With time he sank deeper and deeper. Now this is reflecting on his other subjects also. Just give me few months to strengthen his basics. Then he will be his old self again'.

In the mornings Babloo and I had to attend our respective schools. I did not want to forgo my evenings. Therefore it was decided that I would come each afternoon around 3 p.m. for an hour or so to teach Babloo.

Each afternoon Varshini dressed in a loose housecoat, opened the door for me and after the tuition saw me out. One afternoon when Babloo was tackling some sums I sat chatting with Varshini. 'I haven't seen your mother is she away?' I asked her.



'You don't know? I lost my mother a year back' she replied with tears in her eyes.

'I am sorry. I didn't know. What do you do?' I asked.

'Me? I don't do anything nowadays. When mummy was alive, I was doing my masters but after her death I gave up my studies to look after Babloo and run the household' she replied.

'That was very noble of you', I teased.

She laughed and said, 'Wasn't it?'

'Doesn't LK uncle plan to marry again?' I asked.

'Yes I think he does but only after my marriage. I don't think he wants a wife for himself as much but someone will be required to look after Babloo after I am married'.

'Congratulations! When is the big day', I inquired.

'Nothing has been settled yet. Papa is pursuing the matter with two families'.

'I am sure you are looking forward to married life', I said with a twinkle in my eyes. She blushed and kept quiet.

Babloo's study table was so placed that Varshini could keep an eye on it from the kitchen door. Babloo sat with his back to the kitchen door and I sat on his left. In other words if I turned my head to the right I could see inside the kitchen. For the first few days nothing out of the ordinary happened.

On the fourth day when I turned my head to the right I saw Varshini framed in the kitchen door making funny faces and doing all sorts of pantomime. Sometimes she would strike dance poses and sometimes did physical exercises. When she jumped her tits would swing wildly. It was like watching TV on a large vertical screen. I dubbed it as the Kitchen TV channel (KTV for short).



The programs were of short duration but the 'commercial' breaks were sometimes too long. During the tuition hour Varshini served me with tea and snacks. She would sit next to me with a mischievous smile staring at me while I ate. Her eyes followed every movement of mine. Occasionally she bent forward in such a manner that I got a good view of her ample cleavage.

Whenever she displayed her cleavage she kept staring at my crotch. Naturally when I saw her boobs I got a hard on. When she saw the big bulge in my pants she would smile broadly. Giving me a hard on amused Varshini no end. At first I thought that her 'boob show' was an accident but soon realized that she was doing this on purpose just to see my reaction.



After a week or so a big change took place in the program of KTV. Varshini appeared wearing salwar kameez. At first she just stood there facing me with her chest out. Her kameez was very tight. It underlined every curve and bulge of her breasts and body. She then turned showing her profile. Next she would go out of view and appear very, very slowly. The first part of her body that appeared in the doorway were her boobs. No other part of her body was visible. Then slowly she would appear. Then she would slowly walk to the other end of the door and then repeat the performance from the other side.

KTV channel was getting more and more interesting but it was playing havoc with my neck and cock.

Next day I changed my position and sat opposite Babloo so that I could look straight at the kitchen door without having to turn my neck. When Varshini brought tea and snacks for me she said with a naughty smile, 'Ramu why have you changed your position?'



'This way I can oversee Babloo's work much better', I replied.

She said, 'Are you sure that is the reason?'

'What other reason could there be?' I asked her innocently.

She laughed merrily and said, 'Liar. I don't believe you' and she left with a big grin.