Fantasy Actress Roleplays

[Krishan202]

The entire village was abuzz with the arrival of a new dame, married to the village chieftains son Prakash. Prakash was a young and dashing son of the most progressive village chieftain. Not only was he educated in the neighbouring town and had completed graduation but also married the lady of his choice which was approved by the chief, which in nearby villages was unheard of. The lady that Prakash had chosen to be his lawfully wedded wife, Aishwarya Rajesh, was studying in his college and belonged to an affluent family. She was drop dead dusky gorgeous. Though not very fair, she made up for it with her immaculate curves and well blessed assets. This is what was being discussed not only by the village rowdies but also by the belles seething with jealously.




Although it was a picture perfect match between families of the same class in terms of standard of living and affluence. There were some idealogical differences which had to be ironed out through compromises. The chieftain wanted Prakash and Aishwarya to reside in the village and look after the agri-based family business. However, the newly wedded couple wanted to stay in the town at least for the first few years. Much to the bride's chagrin, it was settled that they would settle in a village though in a separate smaller house.

Manoj was a 50yr old, potbellied dark and bald, potter and craftsman who used to stay next to the newly married couple. Though once a part of a flourishing family, Manoj was the sole custodian of dying art having been abandoned by his immediate family including his wife. Manoj spent his days practising his art and reminiscing the past days of glory. Though he was not a simpleton, he did not have any addictions and his carnal desires had dried up with his wealth and desertion of his family. However, the sight of his new neighbour had aroused something in Manoj that he could not correctly place in the spectrum of his feelings. But whatever it was, he felt happy to see her around.



After settling in her new humble residence, Aishwarya had commenced her domestic life and professional life by joining as a teacher in the neighbouring village's school. Though the rustic life was uninteresting, the predictability it offered was comforting. The entire day proceeded like clockwork - morning chores, the work, the evening cooking and the late night copulation. All of it had a set cadence had satiated Aishwarya and made her drop her guard unaware that her actions were being observed from a distance.

The harvest season was soon arriving with departing showers. The weather that day was an anti-climax for that time of the year. What usually is a bright sunny day turned in to a dull gloomy one. And fearing for the damage to the ripened crops all the men rushed to their farms to salvage whatever they could. By evening it started raining cats and dogs. A worried Aishwarya stayed back in school waiting for it to subside cursing herself for not carrying an umbrella. Around early evening she decided it wasn't going to stop raining and she might as well try her luck out there rather than waiting in the school. While she was about to step out, Prakash called her saying he will be spending the night on the farm with all the others. If there was anything that would have annoyed her, it was that. She stepped out into the rain and was drenched to the bone within few steps.



It was getting unusually dark for that time of the day! With the twilight just the horizon, Manoj was anxiously waiting for his daily dose of visual entitlement. He longed everyday to watch Aishwarya walk across his house towards her. The way her hips swayed with each step made those long forgotten emotions stir. Today was not different. The patter of rain was fuelling his anxiety. The darkness was engulfing the sky with each passing moment and with that his hope of watching her pass by was also diminishing. He convinced himself that she might spend the night with her in-laws and that he will have to wait another day, but somehow his heart wasn't convinced. Every few seconds his eyes would dart back to the lane that she traversed daily. Finally after a long wait he could finally see a faint hint of her. And it did not disappoint him for even a second. It wasn't the daily graceful sway, but a rushed walk. But somehow this looked more appealing than anything he had seen before. Aishwarya was drenched from top to toe. Her saree clinging tightly to her body accentuate her curves. He did not know if he actually saw it or his mind was imagining the raindrops rolling over her waist and neck. He could see every curve of hers and it was just the way he had imagined it. He was grappling all that he could with his eyes.



Aishwarya was cursing her luck with every step and her temper at this point knew no bounds. Her trip back home was not uneventful. After much effort, a rickshawala traveling with his family finally chose to give her a lift till the entrance of the village on the main road. Once she was uncomfortable inside the already cramped up rickshaw, she could not help but notice that the driver was ogling at her, which even the driver's wife noticed and Aishwarya was unceremoniously asked to get down by her within a few minutes. The remaining part of the journey was spent walking in heel deep mud. She didn't even realise when her chapals came apart. Now her only fear was getting hurt.