Adultery Guru Ji Ka Treatment by Mai Hu Na

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Me: Stop this! What’s going on? Switch off the torch you brute!

But Nirmal did not listen to me and focussed the light on my round butter-colored buttocks. Sanjeev also came to my back to check my ass!

Sanjeev: Madam, don’t be silly. Tell me what you would tell Guru-ji if he detects a spot there?

Saying that he pointed towards my gaand. I stopped for a moment. I never thought on that line. I was still feeling the pain of Nirmal’s slap on the tender flesh of my right buttock. I actually now touched the area with my hand and…

My God! The skin felt quite hot already due to the slap!

Sanjeev: Madam, you cannot go like this! Just see… No one would miss this spot!

Nirmal: Madam, if Guru-ji asks you, how did you develop that you will be feeling embarrassed… that’s why we were trying to help you so that you do not encounter a clumsy situation.

Me: Huh! It’s all because of you… you rascal!

Nirmal: Sorry Madam, but believe me it was not intentional… Sanjeev, do something yaar!

Sanjeev: Abbe sale! That’s what I am thinking only… I do not want Madam to get into a sticky situation like Priyambada Devi!

I naturally got a bit curious (even at that situation) hearing a female name twice from their mouths.

Me: What’s the relation with what you said… what Devi? Pri…

Nirmal: Priyambada Devi! Priyambada Devi!

Me: What happened to her?

Sanjeev: Madam actually Priyambada Devi came to our ashram a couple years ago for a similar problem like yours, but she was quite elderly by the time she came here. She was nearing 40. Actually Madam, how to tell you… err…

Me: Sanjeev… I am not in the mood to…

Sanjeev: Yes, yes Madam I know. Actually what happened in her case was - even after undergoing Yoni Sugam with Guru-ji, Priyambada Devi was in the hunt for more! Probably the heat inside her body had not precipitated and while she was walking down this corridor like you for Yoni Jan Darshan, she tried to… she tried to…

Me: Tried what? (I was naturally impatient out of my womanly virtues)

Sanjeev: Madam, she tried to influence me to… I mean… she wanted another round of… err… you can understand Madam.

Me: My God!

All along I was standing fully naked in front of Sanjeev and having the conversation! Never ever in my life had I done this, not even with my husband - whenever I had been without clothes with my husband, it was of course on bed, and bed only. The only comforting factor for me here was the semi-darkness of the corridor, which did not reveal my whole body too evidently to the two disciples standing near me.

Sanjeev: Just imagine! I tried to convince her that she had come here for a cause and she must complete that appropriately. You know Madam even I went to this extent and told her that if she wants, I will… err…. fuck her after the Maha-yagya, but she was…

I didn’t know why I was getting so curious to know the end of this “bullshit”, but unexplainably continued to probe Sanjeev to do so ignoring my stripped condition and forgetting about the slap that I just had from Nirmal on my butts directly.

Me: Then what happened?

I asked with curly eyebrows as if investigating a detective case!

Sanjeev: Madam, she was nearly 40; she was begging me in a completely naked state; she had a large body habitus with full heavy breasts and a big ass… err… more flaring than yours! She was… I mean Madam… so persuasive and nagging that I had to agree to her, but no sex of course till the yagya was complete.

Me: What has that to do with me? I am still not getting a relation…

Sanjeev: Listen to it naa… We started hugging and kissing each other standing on this corridor and believe me Madam, the way she was making love to me made me feel that as if she was not touched by her husband for ages!

I shifted eye contact from Sanjeev, but was still keen to know further.

Sanjeev: Madam… err… Priyambada Devi soon forced my mouth to be on her… I mean… breasts and she made me suck her nipples. In fact, she even confessed this before in a chat to Guru-ji that she loved the most being sucked on her boobs.

I was visibly feeling uncomfortable to this detail description. I started breathing heavily and my firm naked breasts started moving up and down at a slightly faster pace making me look more indecent of course! Automatically out of reflex my left hand went over my choot and realizing that Sanjeev was following my hand, I quickly shifted it off my nangi choot. Sanjeev was smart enough to realize that I was feeling uncomfortable and added more doze of description.

Sanjeev: Madam, there is nothing to hide in front of you… Priyambada Devi was married for around 10 years and I don’t know how many times her husband had sucked her boobs – her nipples were this big Madam! (he indicated with his fingers) I have seen the naked breasts of so many married women, but never ever did I notice such large protruding nipples! They were just like the feeding bottle nips, that big! Obviously Madam, you can well understand, I got very much excited being seeing the opportunity to suck such juicy things. Madam… whose wife, who was sucking… Huh!!

I swallowed once and clenched my teeth mildly as I was more uncomfortable now - as if I could visualize Sanjeev sucking the breasts of a naked woman standing in this corridor!

Sanjeev: Madam I made the mistake there! I went so wild getting the taste of her elongated nipples and the way she was thrusting her big breasts on my face that I started bite her flesh and also my nails dug deep onto her naked breasts. It was a very heated session and she forced me to finger fuck her choot to release her heat before she calmed down. But by that time the damage was done.

Me: What… what damage?

Sanjeev: Madam as per norms no woman should indulge in additional sexual or heating up sessions within the time period of the Yoni Puja, but Priyambada Devi violated that to satisfy her own extended sexual thirst.

Me: Hmm… Then?

Sanjeev: Madam, if Guru-ji had not noticed those marks on her tits, she still could have had a let away, but the marks made by my teeth and fingernails were so prominent that she was caught and as a punishment had to undergo her Yoni Puja once again the next day!

Me: My God!

Sanjeev: Madam, that’s why we are so concerned! For you! Not for us! Madam, almost once a month we get to see a naked married woman, so you will be very wrong if you feel that Nirmal slapped you on purpose to touch your nangi gaand.

The dwarf was smiling, as wickedly as ever! I turned my focus again to Sanjeev.

Sanjeev: Madam, we do not want you to be in a similar situation. Because Madam your gaand is so fair in color, Guru-ji cannot miss that red spot…

Nirmal: And moreover even if we try to authenticate the true incident he won’t believe you as Guru-ji will surely conclude that you were involved with us… In fact more so after that Priyambada Devi case and he might just get very upset. All your good work would spoil…

I was instantly convinced the way Nirmal placed the things.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Sanjeev: Madam, Nirmal is absolutely right. Guru-ji won’t believe you. Actually unlike males, after a fuck a woman often still desires more and Guru-ji surely would conclude that you were involved in lovemaking with us and we have squeezed your gaand so hard that it’s looking red like that!

Nirmal again switched on the torch and checked my naked buttocks.

Nirmal: Ish… I should not have slapped so hard! Am again sorry Madam.

Sanjeev: No use crying over spilled milk. Madam, you decide what to do. Will you go like this or…

I hardly have a choice and had to succumb to their plan!

Me: ye.. yes… I mean no, obviously not. I cannot redo this Yoni Puja… Oh! No!

Sanjeev: Then we have only one way out!

Me: What’s that?

Sanjeev: Madam since the right side of your gaand is looking reddish, we can do one thing – we can try to get the same red tinge on the left side too!

Me: What?

Sanjeev and Nirmal both looked amusingly at me.

Me: You mean you will slap me again there?!?!

Sanjeev: Is there any other way you have in your mind?

Me: But… but…

I was trying to think very hard about an alternative, but was not getting a clue when Nirmal placed the solution.

Nirmal: Madam, one thing I have noticed in most fair-colored woman that if you squeeze and rub an area of their body for sometime it gets red instantly.

At that very moment I also remembered my husband saying once or twice that my buttocks turned red when he pinched/massaged it vigorously.

Me: Right, right! You are right!

I almost cried out like a child. They both looked at me in some disbelief – I seemed to be too eager to get an ass pinch! Instantly I realized that I could not verbalize what I was thinking.

Me: I mean err… okay, but by no means I would redo this Yoni Puja.

Sanjeev: Don’t worry Madam, you just stand still, we will do the rest.

Nirmal: Both your ass cheeks will look equally red and Guru-ji won’t be able to pick it up! Come to this side Madam.

Nirmal and Sanjeev almost dragged me to a dark corner, but here there was a railing.

Sanjeev: Madam, hold that railing with both hands and just bend your body from your waist. Like this.

He demonstrated it for me. He held the railing, stretched his hands, and then bent his body from the waist so that his hips protruded out. Though the pose was rather vulgar, but I was too eager to avoid a “redo” Yoni Puja situation.

As I stood like that I felt a pair of hands (of course Sanjeev’s) starting to touch, feel, massage, and rub my smooth left ass cheek. As his fingers touched my naked left buttock, naturally my whole body shivered but I had to control myself as the main aim was to get the reddish tinge on my left ass also.

Nirmal: Madam, since we don’t have much, I think if I gently massage your other ass the red spot will likely lose the prominence.

Me: O… okay.

I thought it was logical, as I myself was thinking to massage my right ass, as it was still paining. My whole focus was to avoid a Priyambada Devi incident.

Instantly I felt another set of hand on my other ass cheek. Both were fondling and rubbing my firm bottoms at their free will.

Sanjeev: Switch on the torch once…

Nirmal switched on the torch on my naked ass again.

Sanjeev: Madam, its not turning red. Shall I apply a little more force?

Me: Sss…. sure.

Sanjeev now started openly cupping and caressing my smooth pumpkin like ass with both hands. He was kneading my ass flesh and digging his fingers deep on my ass skin. He was also pinching my ass at times while Nirmal was more gentle in his approach as he rubbed and felt the smoothness of my whole right ass.

Me: Is it regarding… red now?

I had to ask shamelessly as I reaching the limits because of heated condition due to this very erotic action by two males.

Sanjeev: Hold on for some more moments. It has started to get red Madam. Nirmal don’t just rub that area where you slapped, you try to make Madam’s whole ass red. Then it will look even.

I was dumbfounded by that statement as I felt Nirmal started to knead my right ass cheek strongly with his dwarf hands. Sanjeev also started massaging and squeezing my left ass cheek more forcefully. I was already sweating with two males continuously playing with my macro-sized pumpkin ass. My nipples had got erect and hard and my grip over the railing was also getting tighter with each squeeze on my butts from Sanjeev and Nirmal.

I could not keep the control on me and started to give out mild moans as I began to like it quite a bit. Hearing my soft moans probably both males started to squeeze my ass more vigorously and I could feel one of them had started tracing my deep ass crack and forwarding his finger towards my anus!

I was producing slightly louder moans now as I had started to enjoy the male hands on my full buttocks and the two males as if instantly judged it and I soon realized their bodies closing on me. Sanjeev and Nirmal’s hands were now not restricted to the periphery of my hips and had begun to touch and feel my smooth bare back and the rear-sides of my naked upper thighs.

This went on for some more moments as I shamelessly enjoyed the duet groping.

Sanjeev: Madam, it’s not getting… I mean equally red… I mean your full gaand.

I could not stop smiling listening to that and simultaneously blushed abundantly. The libido inside me had subsided after I was fucked by Guru-ji, but these two males had cleverly heated me up again.

Me: Then do some… I mean… err… do this for some more time.

Sanjeev: Madam, I think a few mild slaps would be needed to get it red… err… I mean Madam only pressing your gaand is not yielding the desired result.

Me: (irritated) Err… then do that!

I was myself surprised that I so easily agreed for a spanking session!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Sanjeev: Okay Yes Madam I know very well that you don’t want to redo the Yoni Puja… Nirmal, you just massage Madam’s right side and I will gently spank Madam’s left gaand.

Saying that immediately Sanjeev started smacking my left buttock lightly and in no time increased the intensity with which he was slapping my bare ass. My gaand being very and firm, the flesh started to jiggle and vibrate as Sanjeev slapped there one after another. Nirmal was squeezing my other ass cheek judiciously as if as compliments to his slaps.

Fhat! Fhat! Fhat!

Strange sounds were emitted as his palm stroked my smooth round ass. The intensity was also increasing and at one time I cried out!

Me: Ouch! Ssssssss…. S-l-o-w-l-y!

Sanjeev: Madam, if I do not slap you with force how will your gaand get red?

I digested at least a dozen to fifteen tight slaps on my naked ass till it ended.

Sanjeev: Madam, now your whole gaand looks equally red. He he…

My ass skin was as if burning and much heat being emitted by it. I touched my bare gaand with my right hand and it felt so “hot” after my first spanking experience! My pussy was wet again and as I turned towards Sanjeev, I noted that he was looking at my swollen erect nipples.

Sanjeev: Madam, now you are safe, but…

Me: Again but… ?!?

Sanjeev smiled and I also returned a smile because honestly I did thoroughly enjoy the spanking that he gave me on my ass.

Sanjeev: Madam, just a little patch up would make you absolutely safe before Guru-ji.

Me: What else?

Nirmal: Madam, if you could see yourself, you could have said that yourself.

The dwarf was smiling wickedly. I looked down my curvy torso, but was unable to detect anything unusual.

Me: I am not able to…

Sanjeev: Madam, your gaand looks so reddish, but no other place of your body looks like that. Is that not unusual?

It surely did not strike me and I was again confused because under no circumstances I was ready to compromise regarding the Yoni Puja.

Nirmal: Madam, since your rear portion looks rosy, if your front looks likewise Guru-ji will surely not raise any question.

Sanjeev: Yes Madam, it will not take time at all.

Nirmal: 2-minute Maggi!

Me: What?

Sanjeev: Madam, he meant that to prepare Maggi, it takes only two minutes, similarly to get you red in your frontal body, it will take only two minutes.

Me: Okay, but… where… I mean where do I… err.. in which portion do I need to look red?

Sanjeev: Com’ on Madam! Don’t act that innocent! He he…

I was really not sure though could guess from their gazes on my twin upper globes. Do they plan to squeeze my breasts to make them look red to match my gaand! My goodness!

Sanjeev: If you agree, we will proceed, otherwise you can go like this only!

I was in a dilemma and was fearful that if Guru-ji interrogated me I surely would not be able to tell a lie properly in front of his personality. So there was no other way out!

Me: O….Okay, proceed.

I was still not sure what they were up to, but could definitely anticipate it.

Sanjeev: Madam, just stand as you were standing when I was slapping your gaand. I will do the needful.

I saw Nirmal remained idle and as I stood in the same posture as before, Sanjeev immediately brought his arms through my armpits and grabbed my naked hanging breasts.

Me: Ouch! Uuu…

I could only react that much as I felt his palms gripped my boob flesh very tightly and started squeezing them. Sanjeev’s palms being quite large and spacious, he was able to arrest my fully developed mammaries adequately and pressing and kneading them at his free will.

I was already very much excited and as I got male touch directly on my naked tits I was getting very much charged up. I could feel Sanjeev’s body pressing on me from my back as he started playing with my hard nipples – twisting and turning them with his fingers. My whole body arched into Sanjeev’s body and I was losing control on myself. He squeezed my boobs with both hands and realizing I was also indicating positive moves, he took his mouth near my cheeks and started rubbing his lips on them.

Me: Aaaaaaa… Aaaaa… Aaaa…

I was shamelessly emitting moans in the hands of a male other than my husband who was enjoying me in my naked state and squashing my twin boobs. In my excitement I did not notice that Nirmal had opened Sanjeev’s dhoti and he was stark naked now. I realized it when I felt a big push near my pussy hole and felt his bare manhood poking there. Though my sexually excited condition was urging me to take his lund inside me immediately and enjoy another fuck, but my mind started ringing alarm bells.

Me: Sanjeev…no… please… don’t…

Sanjeev: (thrusting his thick erect cock more between my two legs) What don’t Madam?

Me: Don’t… enter it… please…

Sanjeev: (kissing my cheeks and the sides of my lips) Why Madam? Are you not enjoying this?

Me: No… err.. Aaaaa… yes…. but… Guru-ji…

Sanjeev: Guru-ji will never know anything. I will wipe off everything…

Saying that he took my lower lips in his and started kissing me. I could realize that I was getting cornered and if I showed the slightest positive move, I will get my second fuck by a different male!

Me: Ummm… uh! (I separated my lips off his) No Sanjeev… No…

Sanjeev: Why Madam? I will give you full satisfaction. See my cock!

Me: No… no. I can’t do that. I must… must abide by Guru-ji.

I now started struggling to get out of his clutches. His hands were still on my breasts and his lips roving on the sides of my face.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Sanjeev: But Madam, I cannot leave you in this state. I am fully excited.

Me: Sanjeev, please…

Sanjeev: See Madam I have nothing to lose. If you falter you will not achieve your desired goal.

Me: Sanjeev!

I could realize I was trapped and this man was taking full advantage of my compromised state.

Sanjeev: How can one leave you after enjoying your doodh and gaand! No way! You are such a sexy bitch!

Sanjeev now shifted one hand off my breasts and started playing with my thick choot hairs. I was struggling to get myself free, but in the process was actually pressing my big round butt in his crotch making things worse for me. I could clearly feel Sanjeev’s tight cock was pushing on my pussy hole!

Me: Sanjeev… please… have mercy on me… I have come here for… you know…

I started begging my “izzat” from him and after much persuasion, I could free myself, but again through a compromise!

Sanjeev: Okay then Madam, your primary concern is over, as your doodh now looks equally red as your gaand. And you have promised that after the Maha-yagya is over and before your family comes to take you, we will meet once. Done?

I just nodded.

Sanjeev: If you deviate later Madam, I will not hesitate to apply force. Let me tell you and if you try to take Guru-ji in confidence you will face the consequence!

I noticed that a sudden disappearance of politeness from Sanjeev’s speech and his facial expressions and he simply appeared like a “beast”.

Sanjeev: Listen Sali! If you utter anything about this to Guru-ji, I will make you walk the whole village like this – bilkul nangi and then gang **** you! Randi chinal Sali!

Saying that he slapped my naked ass one last time and I was almost on the verge of sobbing.

Nirmal: Lets move on. Madam, I think you look pretty safe. Your breasts are now showing up a reddish tinge, as is your buttocks. Guru-ji will not be able to detect anything unusual.

Thankfully it was over at last! I wiped my eyes and started walking towards the end of the corridor and tried my very best to look as normal as possible. I could still feel a slight burning in my ass and my firm boobs were taut due to the heavy doze of squeezing from Sanjeev.

Within moments we reached the end of the corridor and I could see the courtyard. As I descended the steps to the courtyard, my heavy breasts jiggled and swayed very indecently attracting the attention of both the males present with me. As I felt the wet grass below my feet, it was honestly an incredible experience.

Never ever in my life had I undergone such an experience - walking naked on the grass in the open at midnight!

Guru-ji made me do that and honestly it was a splendid experience. Had there not been the males present, it obviously would have been a bigger thrill.

Guru-ji: Welcome Anita to the last part of today’s Maha-yagya, i.e. the Yoni Jan Darshan. I hope I do not need to introduce these people to you again?

I prayed a lot in my mind so that Guru-ji did not notice the reddish tinge on my body at my intimate areas. And fortunately he did not interrogated me regarding the prominent redness reflected on my gaand.

Guru-ji indicated to Master-ji, Pande-ji, Chotu, and Mishra-ji. I could not meet their eyes in this absolute exposed condition. There was no need to look at their eyes as they must have been lapping my physical beauty – some had their eyes on my “doodh” and others obviously eyeing my “choot”.

Mishra-ji: Beti, I will not ask “how are you” to you, as I can clearly see how fit your body is!

He was of course present with his subtle sense of humor.

Master-ji: Madam, I wish I could measure you in this condition. Then you would not have a single complaint about your dress!

Pande-ji: Madam, you look beautiful…Believe me I am not exaggerating!

Chotu: Madam, so its tit for tat! That day you saw me naked while I took my bath, today you are naked to compensate that.

Guru-ji: Ha ha ha… Okay, okay. Lets not waste further time. Take your positions please. Beti, fold your arms and chant the mantra that I verbalize now.

I stood in the position for a prayer – still fully nude – the cold air was making my nipples hard and erect and goosebump all over my bare thighs. Guru-ji articulated a mantra and I repeated that with folded hands. Now at least my big round boobs were somewhat covered as my arms wrapped them during this prayer. Master-ji, Pande-ji, Chotu, and Mishra-ji had taken positions quite far from me – at least 15-20 feet away - at four corners.

Guru-ji: Uday, give her the water. Beti, this is Ganga jal and you need to wash your Yoni with it.

Uday handed me a bowl of water and I shamelessly sprinkled it on my choot in front of E-I-G-H-T adult males (even if I ignore Chotu)! I rubbed my choot with the water and then looked up to Guru-ji if he was satisfied.

Guru-ji: Wash your choot hairs also Beti.

Everybody’s focus was naturally on me as I got that “vulgar” command from Guru-ji. I was feeling so, so ashamed, but hardly could do anything about it. I clenched my teeth and obeyed Guru-ji’s instruction and started washing my thick choot hairs with the Ganga jal. I handed over the bowl to Sanjeev and indeed it was an incredible scene – myself standing naked in the open with waters dripping off my choot! I closed my eyes momentarily and gathered all my mental strength to combat this ultimate humiliating state.

Fortunately the moon was shinning dimly as there were clouds in the sky and that was the only cover that I had for my body!

Guru-ji: Okay Anita. Now you need to show your choot to four directions, i.e. East, West, North, and South. You will get one person representing each direction to whom you need to show up your choot. Actually these four directions signify that you are spreading your prayer to all the Gods and Goddesses and not confining it to Linga Maharaj only.

I nodded. I was really eager now to finish off and get under cover. It was getting increasingly painful to stand naked in front of so many males.

Guru-ji: Hey Chandrama, Hey Linga Maharaj! Hey Agni! …

Honestly I was listening to Guru-ji for the first time as I was so very conscious about my nakedness and was keenly waiting for the end of this episode.

Guru-ji: Beti, first you must seek approval from Master, who actually typifies East, which also is regarded as the source of power as it’s the origin point of the Sun.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I hurried my steps as much as I could towards Master-ji who was standing at a far corner, at least 20 feet away from where I was standing. I was wondering what else was I supposed to do to show my choot to him! I was already ‘bilkul nangi’!

Guru-ji: Anita, now stand still in front of him and Master, you know what to do.

My heart was pounding to stand like that in front of my tailor! Master-ji looked at my glistening bare body, my attractive undulations, and then gently sat on the grass and closed his eyes. I was rather surprised at that behavior and before I could turn towards Guru-ji, he gave the next instruction.

Guru-ji: Beti, now adjust yourself in such a way so that your Yoni must be in the level of your Master-ji’s eyes so that once I finish chanting the mantra, he will open his eyes, and should be able to see your Yoni only. Am I clear?

Me: Ji… Ji Guru-ji.

I parted and bent my legs in the form of two inverted “L’s so that my choot was at exactly at Master-ji’s eye level. I looked horribly vulgar in that posture and wondered how could I do such lewd things unhesitatingly! Guru-ji was chanting mantras from the back and as he stopped Master-ji slowly opened his eyes.

I was so close to him that he could only view my bare hairy choot placed inches away from his face! I bet he could even smell my choot from that close proximity! Guru-ji again was verbalizing mantras at a very loud pitch and I had to stand in that most uncomfortable posture for another 30-34 seconds.

Guru-ji: Done Beti, you can stand straight.

I was so very relieved to hear that.

Guru-ji: Master, now with the Linga Maharaj replica I gave you gently tap Anita’s sex organs as a token of appreciation from Gods and Goddesses residing in the East direction.

Me: What? (I controlled my reaction as far as possible)

“Tap my sex organs!” What rubbish!

My initial anger and irritation subsided; I thought for a while and concluded, what else?

Guru-ji: Anita, I hope you remember the definition that I gave you for sex organs. Do you remember that?

Me: Ye… yes Guru-ji.

I had to raise my voice as he was standing at a distance (at least 20-25 feet).

Guru-ji: Good, let me hear that from you once before Master proceeds.

I swallowed and felt utterly thirsty. How could I shout to tell my own sex organs!

Guru-ji: Anita, don’t waste time. Do you remember or shall I explain again?

Me: N… no Guru-ji. I… reme… I mean remember it…

Guru-ji: Then vomit it in front of us! What are your sex organs?

Immediately his voice changed shade and was cold as steel and I replied with trembling lips.

Me: Err. I mean… Breasts, nip… nipples, hips, va… vagina, thighs, and… err… lips.

I shook my head in shame as I completed the list.

Guru-ji: Excellent Anita! Master, now you may proceed. As per the norm of Yoni Jan Darshan, you need to first tap on Anita’s choot, then down to her thighs and hips, then go up to her tits, and end on her lips. Jai Linga Maharaj!

Master-ji took out a Linga replica from his pocket and with a smiling face started his action. He looked down towards my choot and tapped there with the Linga replica.

Master-ji (in a whispering voice): Madam, right from the time of measuring you, I noticed that you have a very nice body. And now seeing you without clothes is creating an urge inside me to marry again (He continued to smile).

Should I smile back? What was that tailor expecting?

I kept mum as his hand slide onto my smooth naked thighs. Of course not only was the Linga replica touching my skin, but also Master-ji’s fingers brushing my firm thighs. Naturally I was again getting excited sexually getting male touches on my intimate parts, more so myself being in a completely stripped state, plus the cold air outside was making my nipples go harder, which in turn was making me look more sexy with swollen upright nipples on display!

Master-ji was no different. Though his hand was moving on my thighs and hips tapping my flesh, his eyes were riveted on my sexy standing nipples. As Master-ji was tapping my sex organs, of course, his fingers at the same time were brushing and feeling my tight flesh. I could not protest and had to compromise on that. It was such an utterly and uglily shameful situation that words are probably not enough to describe it adequately.

It was a painfully long process – this Yoni Jan Darshan.

After Master-ji, I walked down to Pande-ji who stood at the West corner, then to Mishra-ji who was at the South corner, and lastly to Chotu who was at the North corner – fully naked all through – and as per Guru-ji’s direction offered my Yoni just in front of their faces.

Honestly at times I was feeling more derogated that a prostitute. Except for the fact that I did not experience a gang ****, it was like getting bangd by each person each moment!

At one time I controlled my tears somehow as different males were touching my intimate parts so openly and casually! I could not forget the glitter that I saw in Pande-ji’s eyes seeing my choot; the subtle touches of Mishra-ji’s fingers on my boobs and ass in the name of tapping the replica on my body; and how could I forget Chotu’s impatience to watch every part of my voluptuous naked body from close quarters! This was definitely one episode during the whole Maha-yagya, which I would not be very keen to remember for long.

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Anita, I am very glad the way you cooperated and successfully finished the Yoni Puja.

I offered Guru-ji a “pranam” and he gave me “ashirwad” placing his arm on my head. I felt immensely awkward as I bent for the “pranam” in front of Guru-ji and my big round boobs hung freely in the air. All the males must have been lapping that scene with great hunger.

Guru-ji: I know Beti how difficult it is for a woman of your age to undergo this, but as the old saying goes pains do produce gains in the end, you will surely reap benefits. Don’t worry.

Me: I also hope so Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: Beti, tomorrow we will conclude the Maha-yagya, which will again start at around midnight. Now let us all sing a hymn for Linga Maharaj and conclude today’s proceedings!

Naturally I was too desperate to get under a cover, but unfortunately I had to stand naked for a few minutes more and all the males got another prolonged opportunity to view my “nangi jawani” glistening in the silvery moonlight!

Generally while humming this sort of a song, we have our eyes closed, but here I noted all the males except Guru-ji had their eyes wide open and of course their eyes were riveted on the sexy contours of my body presented in front of them in birthday suit!

Guru-ji: Jai Linga Maharaj! Beti, you were remarkably disciplined throughout the Maha-yagya and I hope to get the same cooperation from you tomorrow. You can surely get back to your room and have a tight sleep. Your concerns are now my concerns, so you can just relax! Okay?

Me: Ji Guru-ji!

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Guru-ji: Remember one thing Beti, if you focus on those details only where you felt uncomfortable throughout this Maha-yagya, you will ONLY feel the ebb, but if you recap the good things, the pleasures that you got from this process, you will surely feel refreshed. The choice is yours. Be merry and jovial and try to enjoy life! Always have faith on Linga Maharaj and you will of course succeed! Are you getting me?

Me: Yes Guru-ji.

Guru-ji: No one would disturb you till you get up. Good night Beti. Jai Linga Maharaj!

At last, yes at l-a-s-t, my humiliation journey ended and Guru-ji asked me to go inside the ashram. I almost ran inside the ashram with my big tight mangoes swaying intensely as I hurried past the males standing and watching me. I was almost breathless as I stumbled over the steps to get inside the ashram.

Aah! Eventually some cover for me!

I slammed the door of my room and…. … and started sobbing.

I was feeling so disgraced; a feeling of hatred towards myself was engulfing me. Being someone’s wife, I was so cheaply displaying my naked body to any Tom, Dick and Harry! I felt thoroughly exploited today, but… but the thin silver lining of hope to bear a child urged me to carry on. But now I was feeling utterly frustrated and browbeaten and tried to release my anger, my wretchedness by sobbing and sobbing only. Tears rolled down my cheeks and I sat on the floor lamenting.

I did not know how long I was sitting like that. After sometime I pulled myself up and then as I switched on the light I noticed two glasses of juice kept on the table. I honestly was rather thirsty – out of exertion, out of shyness, out of anxiousness and what not! I gulped down the juice from one glass and reluctantly picked up my nighty from the bedside and wore it. I washed myself and went to bed and was trying to focus on what Guru-ji stressed in the end. Obviously the fuck I had today was the best so far in my life and the very thinking about it immediately turned my nipples hard inside my nighty. I blushed to myself and shuffled nervously rubbing my ass on the bed.

Since I had sobbed for a prolonged period of time, I was actually feeling much carefree now and when I tried to rethink on Guru-ji’s words, the most pleasurable moment that came to my mind was of course Guru-ji fucking me.

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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!

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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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 cbang 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!

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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 !

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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 scbanging 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 gbang-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.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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?
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[Ramesh_Rocky]

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?

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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 collegegirl 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.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

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!