Adultery Guru Ji Ka Treatment by Mai Hu Na

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I hurriedly went downstairs with Mr. Pyaremohan where Mama-ji was waiting for me. Like any other adult woman I was very much conscious about my body movements after having sex. I was clearly feeling the known stickiness in my pussy and was involuntarily swinging my hips a shade more than normal as I walked. I was also feeling quite tight under my bra as my mammaries have grown in size after the intercourse. Though Mama-ji greeted me with a big smile and very normally, I was rather stiff from inside. I was wetting my lips time and again with my tongue to act normally and could as if still taste Mr. Pyaremohan’s lips on mine!

Mama-ji: Oh! You ladies take so much time in a sari shop and Bahurani you are no different… He he he…

Me: (smiling cutely) Yes… err… actually took some time to get my… I mean fittings right.

Mama-ji: Okay… okay! I was not bored at all, but your uncle could not stay any longer as he needed to get back home for some chores there. But don’t worry, he has paid the bill here… Ha ha ha…

I smiled wide as the counter salesgirl forwarded me the colorful carry bags.

Pyaremohan: Madam, thanks for visiting our store and please do come back when you are here again. He he he…

My whole body immediately got irritated listening to this man - again, but since Mama-ji was present there, I somehow controlled myself and nodded to him with a smiling face. The bastard was still eyeing my boobs as he talked to me and I was much relieved to get out of that shop, once and for all.

We left Parineeta Store and went to the jeweller. From that shop Mama-ji bought me a very nice pair of gold earrings. Of course like any woman I was extremely happy with the new gold ornament and moreover, I was already very contended at heart feeling rather light and buoyant after that sexy “shooting” that I experienced at Parineeta Store. We already were late and Mama-ji hurried for lunch. He speedily drove back home and packed lunch was waiting for us, as Mama-ji had ordered lunch from a Home Delivery service.

Mama-ji: Bahurani, you go for a bath first while I will arrange the plates etc.

Me: Arre… no, no Mama-ji… Me being present why you should do all that!

Mama-ji: Bahurani, you are my guest afterall … plus you are new here…

Me: Mama-ji… aap bhi naa! Whatever crockery etc. is required must be in the kitchen only… I will find the needful… you don’t worry at all.

Mama-ji: Hmm… That’s true. Okay then! Let’s do one thing! You use the toilet here while I will use the roof toilet. Then we can be ready for lunch simultaneously. I am pretty hungry already!

Me: (smiling) Yes, that can be done.

Mama-ji handed me a fresh dry towel and showed me how to get warm water if required and then went upstairs for his bath. I locked the door taking with me the towel and the carry bag in which my wet undergarments were there.

Me: Thank God!

I checked my bra and panty and they were more or less dry now! I was much relieved because I did not want to get back to ashram wearing some outside undergarments, as they were obviously not sterilized.

I quickly unclothed myself since I was quite eager to take the bath as my whole body had “impressions” of Mr. Pyaremohan’s touches! His long kisses, his profound fondling, his rude handling, his tight squeezes… everything was so vividly alive in my mind! As I watered my body I closed my eyes and took some deep breaths to get out of that spell. I soaped my body well and while doing that I realized there was still a great deal of pain in my left nipple, which Mr. Pyaremohan tweaked in a very rude way during that shooting episode. The scoundrel!

I looked down at my breasts and checked carefully and noticed that my left nipple undoubtedly appeared rosier and the surrounding areola also looked darker. I tried to soothe the area by lightly rubbing my nipple with my fingers, but it unfortunately had a boomerang effect! Instead of getting a soothing effect, I noted my nipples standing up again and I was feeling tightness at my breasts! I could realize that the hangover of that very prolonged erotic shooting was still very much on my body. I immediately stopped my action and just completed my bath.

Mama-ji: Oh great! You are done already!

Mama-ji had come downstairs after completing his bath and was wearing a fresh vest and a lungi. The hairy upper part of his body was visible through his baniyan.

Me: Yes. Am also quite hungry Mama-ji.

Mama-ji showed me the kitchen where the packed food was kept.

Me: You just wait at the dining table… I will get it ready in a minute!

Mama-ji: Okay Bahurani.

It hardly took five minutes for me to arrange everything.

Mama-ji: Good food, what do you say Bahurani!

Me: Certainly Mama-ji!

We quickly finished our lunch as we both were quite hungry.

Mama-ji: Try this mixed juice that they provide with their lunch packs… it’s a unique digestive drink.

Me (while gulping it down my throat) Umm… very tasty too!

I cleaned up the dining table and we sat on the balcony for a chat. Our discussion was mainly roaming on general topics like weather, city life, etc. and it was around 15-20 minutes that we had completed our lunch that I suddenly developed a headache! It was very strange because hardly did I experience a headache!

Mama-ji: Bahurani, you seem to be in some discomfort… Are you okay?

Me: Yes Mama-ji… par… I mean I am having a headache…. Quite suddenly!

Mama-ji: May be the sun was too strong… and you could not bear the heat. Umm… I think you better go inside and take rest.

Me: Ye… yes, that might help!

I could realize the headache was increasing in intensity and I was not feeling completely okay. I followed Mama-ji and he prepared bed for me in his own bedroom.

Mama-ji: I think if you lie down here for a while, you will automatically feel better.

Me: Yes I also feel so…

Mama-ji helped me lie down on the bed, but I could sense that I was feeling more discomfort now other than the headache. I was feeling a sense of itch all over my body and had to rub and chafe my arms in order to feel comfortable. Within moments I started to develop itching on my legs also and I had to rise up and scratch my legs over my sari! Things were getting pretty worse and amazingly quickly! I could now even note some redness on the exposed portions of my hands down my blouse.

Mama-ji: What’s happening Bahurani? Is it some sort of allergy that you have?

Me: No… no I don’t … uff! (scratching my hands) …have any allergies!

Mama-ji: Then? There is clear redness on your hands… let me check…

He sat on the bed and took my right arm in his hands.

Mama-ji: You feel warm Bahurani! Are you developing a temperature or what?

Me: I don’t know Mama-ji… am clueless… I never had anything of this sort before!

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Mama-ji: Hmm… am also puzzled! What to do?

Me: Can it be from …. Aaah! (feverishly scratching my arms and legs)…from food Mama-ji?

Mama-ji: But… but had it been that, I should also have similar allergy. Isn’t it?

Me: Right, right! Uuuuufff! It’s itching so much! Ahhh! But you are perfectly okay! Then…

Mama-ji: You lie down… let me rub your legs… you might feel better!

Me: No.. no.. Mama-ji… you please don’t touch my legs… I will feel very… uff! (bending down and scratching my knees)…! You are so old…

Mama-ji: Oho! Just do as I say! I can see you are in so much discomfort and you are…

He virtually pushed me to the bed and started rubbing and pressing my legs from over my sari. I felt so awkward to have an elderly relative like Mama-ji massaging my feet that my face was all flushed in shyness. But the feeling of itchiness and tingling was growing in intensity and severity and I was getting restless.

Mama-ji: Shall I apply some water on the areas and see if that gives you some comfort?

Me: No, no Mama-ji, it’s okay… I can bear it.

Mama-ji initially started to rub and gently scratch my legs with his fingers from my knees downwards, but now I noted that he was moving up my well shaped legs! I was already feeling very embarrassed to have that elderly man touch my legs, but if he rubs me above my ankles that would be very indecent also.

Me: Mama-ji… I am feeling somewhat better… thanks a lot!

Mama-ji: Okay… shall I do the same for your arms also?

Me: I am doing that myself only! Ufff….

Mama-ji: But there has to be a source for this problem! How can…

Me: Urriii….! Aaah! Aaah!

Mama-ji: What happened Beti?

Me: I am…. am feeling a sense of tightness… Uffff!

Mama-ji: Tightness? Where?

I was feeling so uncomfortable that I sat up on the bed! Mama-ji had ceased to rub my legs and came forward.

Me: Aaaah! It’s a… it’s a very queer feeling… my chest …. Ohhh!

Mama-ji: (looking at my well developed matured breasts) Chest tightness? My goodness! Then it has to be something serious! Iss… my maidservant is also away… otherwise…

Me: Ahh…(still continuously scratching all over my body) What difference could she make?

Mama-ji: Arre… at least she could give you a massage on your breasts! But… what should I do? Shall I call the doctor?

I was continuously scratching my hands and upper portions of my body and was experiencing the chest tightness. The tightness though was not severe, but the uneasiness was indeed there. Something surely was happening inside me. I could not derive any linking that from where could I get such a reaction in my body!

With time things were getting very cumbersome for me as I was getting the itchy feeling on my doodh, gaand, and inside my choot also! I again lay down on the bed and was trying to make myself comfortable by rubbing my fleshy buttocks on the surface of the bed, but it hardly was giving me any relief. I had to rub and press my breasts also as to get some relief from the tightness; I knew it was looking very awkward to self-massage my breasts in front of Mama-ji, but I had no option but to do that.

Mama-ji: Where from did it suddenly shoot up? Ish! You are looking all red Bahurani!

Me: I also am unable to not make out anything Mama-ji …

Mama-ji: Nah! Let me call for a doctor… I can’t see you like this!

Mama-ji got off the bed and turned towards the door and as soon as I noticed that I immediately inserted my hand right inside my blouse and started massaging my mammaries and that way it definitely felt much better. The tightness and the itching were relieved somewhat. I quickly also rubbed and scratched my entire choot area over my sari with both hands because I surely would not get a chance to do that once Mama-ji was back. The itching had engulfed all my body and I was feeling pretty helpless.

Mama-ji was back soon.

Me: Ishhh…. Mama-ji, am really feeling very miserable giving you so much trouble… now you have to call a doc…

Mama-ji: Trouble! Huh! Bahurani, it seems you are still maintaining some distance with me and do not regard me as your…

Me (sticking my tongue out): No, no Mama-ji! It’s certainly not like that…

Mama-ji: Then where from this word “trouble” comes? Is it not my duty to do the needful for you?

I could realize from his face that Mama-ji was probably a bit hurt. Afterall he was an elderly man and I was almost his daughter’s age.

Me: Am sorry Mama-ji for my words… You have been so nice to me! Aaahh!

Mama-ji: It’s okay Bahurani! (he came down and sat near my head and kept his hand on my forehead) I have given a call to the doctor. He lives in this locality only… so should be here prompt! Dr. Desai. A young promising doctor.

Me: I see.

Mama-ji: Let me bring a chair for him. Bahurani, you please manage somehow till the doctor comes.

I nodded and as soon as Mama-ji went to the other room to bring a chair, I immediately lifted my sari off my legs and started scratching my thighs. The itching seemed to be increasing by the minute! My fair-colored naked thighs appeared reddish and I could realize the rash/irritation had engulfed my entire body. There were also one or two very prominent but tiny red spots on my smooth thighs and appeared as if a blood drop had clotted in that area. As I checked and rubbed my thighs I was time and again looking at the door to check if Mama-ji was coming back because I had lifted my sari up significantly almost to my upper thighs and my plump well-formed legs were totally exposed. Within this small time frame I quickly checked my breasts too by dropping my pallu. They appeared flushed too with one or two red dots on my upper boob flesh. I quickly inserted my right hand inside my blouse and rubbed my areolas as I was getting continuous itches there very near to my nipples. The feeling of tightness on my breasts was indeed there, but not too significant now and also the headache that I initially had had settled a bit.

As soon as I heard Mama-ji’s footsteps, I immediately lowered and straightened my sari over my legs and also adjusted my pallu so that my big-sized tits remained properly covered in front of him and the doctor. He came with a chair and as he was placing it, there was sound of doorbell ringing.

Mama-ji: That must be Dr. Desai! Wait a second Bahurani…

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He went out to open the main door and I swiftly glanced at my sides and back to check if my bra strap was visible outside the blouse or not. I lay down on the bed properly so that the doctor did not find me in an indecent posture or in disorganized clothes. I was naturally a bit nervous, as I always had remained very uncomfortable in front of male doctors. For this very reason I avoided male physicians when I was not getting pregnancy and I was so skeptical about this issue that I even requested my husband not to consult any male gynecologist for our problem!

Yes, I must admit that after coming to the ashram things have changed drastically for me and the way I was “handled” by several males in the last few days was simply unthinkable! I adjusted to that pretty briskly and honestly I have started “enjoying” the whole phenomenon of arousals, teasing, and sex now! Guru-ji’s step by step treatment surely had made me more mature and adventurous, the latter quality had always been very latent in me, which he had extracted out of me very successfully.

Mama-ji: Come, come doctor!

As I looked towards the door I found a very handsome looking guy coming towards me. As the doctor came nearer, I noticed he was middle aged, around 40, but looked pretty dashing and I could also make out that he takes good care of his health! He was fair-colored and smartly dressed with ironed clothes and polished shoes. Overall, a very impressive look; in fact hardly was I expecting someone so smart as the local community doctor!

Mama-ji: Here is your patient. I am really puzzled what’s happening and where from this rash suddenly developed!

Dr. Desai: Don’t worry Sir now that I am here. You called me just in the nick of time, otherwise I was going out to attend a call some kilometers away. Hello Madam!

I just nodded, as I still was somewhat “preoccupied” by his smart presence. He kept his briefcase on the bed and sat on the chair placed for him.

Mama-ji: Let me brief you again… All these headache, itching, redness, and chest tightness started may be 20 minutes post lunch. I really have no clue as we shared the same food and surprisingly I did not have anything out of it, but my Bahurani…

Dr. Desai: Hmm… Hmm… Anything prior to that?

Mama-ji: We went out for shopping. And… and as I told you she does not even stay here… so I am all the more concerned …

Dr. Desai: Did you consume anything on way or at a street shop?

Mama-ji: No, nothing at all!

Dr. Desai: Fine! Let me investigate now.

Saying that he opened his briefcase and took out a prescription pad and a pen along with a stethoscope, a thermometer, and a small digital machine, which I could not make out what for. I was lying on the bed and Dr. Desai was sitting by the bedside near my belly area. I was a bit anxious, mostly due to my history of nervousness to be checked by a male doctor. I was already breathing a shade heavily and my blouse-covered big conical breasts were already going up and down faster. I was time and again looking down towards my bosom to see if I was looking decent or not. I noticed that my sari was stretched over my breasts a bit too tightly and the movement of my firm breasts due to my breathing was pretty much evident. I immediately loosened the pallu subtly before Dr. Desai looked up at me.

Dr. Desai: Madam, your name please…

Me: Anita… Anita Singh.

Dr. Desai: A-n-i-t-a… Singh (as he scribbled on his prescription pad)… Oh! You know, my wife’s name is also Anita… (he smiled looking up at me)

Me: O! I see! (I smiled back too)

I was still having that terrible itching and feeling of mild chest tightness, but tried my best not to do the scratching at least in front of the doctor.

Dr. Desai: Age?

Me: Twenty… 28.

Dr. Desai: You are married I guess?

Me: Yes doctor.

Dr. Desai: Any issue?

Me: No… not yet.

Dr. Desai: Okay. Are you on any medication right now? Any… I mean any cough and cold preparations or digestive syrups that you take?

Me: No, none.

Dr. Desai: Hmm… Any birth control pill that you are on?

He looked directly at my eyes and I naturally blushed hearing that question and nodded negatively.

Dr. Desai: Actually I need to know these to do the diagnosis correctly. Umm… Mrs….. Singh… right? Can you please brief me regarding your present discomfort?

Me: Yes… Actually it all started as Mama-ji stated about 15-20 minutes post lunch with a mild headache. Then the headache became severe along with itches on my hands and legs, which quickly spread to my whole body and I started noticing redness and a burning sensation on my skin.

Dr. Desai: Okay…

Me: Alongside I developed a feeling of tightness in my… (I pointed to my breasts). Though it’s not too much severe, but a sense of uneasiness is there due to this. And… as you can see the red patches here on my hands and the itching… it’s intolerable… lightly rubbing the area is helping, but…

Dr. Desai: Fine…. I understand. Mrs. Singh, this is definitely an allergic reaction to something, which I need to find out, but since you did not consume any egg or prawn or any street food, it’s unlikely to have triggered out of food. Still… you never know…Actually the problem with allergies is they are of various types and I need to pinpoint the exact type before treating you.

He kept his pen and prescription pad aside and took the stethoscope. Mama-ji had gone to the other side of the bed probably to give more room to the doctor. Dr. Desai had put the stethoscope to his ears and approached me. I naturally was anxious, which had been my history always, to get examined by a male doctor. Though I knew very well that this was just a routine check (and not any gynecologic evaluation), I started having butterflies in my stomach!

Mama-ji: My Bahurani will be cured naa…? She needs to get back to her place by this evening doctor. That’s why I am more concerned…

Dr. Desai: Oh sure! Don’t worry at all. Mrs. Singh, just be rest assured that you can get back to your place in normal state. In fact Sir that’s why I am not administering a general anti-allergic right away. Just give me some time…

Mama-ji: Sure doctor, sure! Please take you time. Since you have said that she can get back by evening, am much relieved. What do you say Bahurani?

Me: Of course Mama-ji.

I was equally concerned like Mama-ji to get back to the ashram by evening time and once the doctor said with confidence that I could get back by that time in normal condition, I was of course quite happy.

Dr. Desai: Don’t worry, don’t worry! (Dr. Desai stood up from his chair and took the stethoscope for examining me) Sit up please…

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I sat up on the bed as per the doctor’s instruction and he went to my backside.

Dr. Desai: If you can please remove your hair from the backside…

I quickly pushed off my hair from my neck and that flowed on my blouse back to the front side.

Dr. Desai: (removing part of my pallu himself from my back so that he could place the stetho) Fine… fine. Thanks… now take deep breaths Madam….

He placed the bulb of the stethoscope on my back over my blouse and I started inhaling and exhaling deeply. Of course the touch of the stethoscope stirred me momentarily and as I felt brushing of the doctor’s fingers on my back I was automatically stiff.

Dr. Desai: More… deep breaths…. Ya… like this one …

He even demonstrated what he wanted from me and I tried to imitate him and started inhaling and exhaling air more intensely. As I started breathing profoundly, my big breasts must have started moving up and down very sexily under my sari pallu and as my eyes meet Mama-ji’s, who was standing right in front of me, I noticed he was eyeing the sexy movement of my big boobs. The doctor was also palpating my back with the stethoscope more deeply and he was pretty close to me as I could even sense his warm breaths on my back! Naturally I started to feel tight as Dr. Desai continued to move the stethoscope over my blouse-covered back.

I did not have to exert much additional pressure to breathe deeply as automatically I started heavy inhalation sensing a male snuffling at my neck and his hand grazing over my smooth back! I was getting stiffer and stiffer as the young doctor continued to examine me and… and… what was he doing?

O! My God!

Dr. Desai was palpating the stethoscope on my bra strap! What was he examining there?

Me: Eiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii! (I uttered silently)

Dr. Desai now started moving the stethoscope over my back along by bra strap, which left be almost breathless. Naturally I was very uncomfortable and could realize that my nipples were about to rise their heads against my bra cups. He then placed the bulb of the stethoscope of my bare back (the portion above my blouse, the U-cut area on my blouse back).

Me: Uiiiii…. Its so cold… (I murmured within myself)

I could feel the cold sensation of the bulb of the stetho moving on my scratch less back portion just above my blouse back.

Dr. Desai: More deep breaths Madam….

He now held my shoulder with one hand and pressed the stetho deeply on my back. I did not know what he was assessing but was surely making myself rather uneasy.

Dr. Desai: O-k-a-y done! You can lie down Madam …

Me: Uff! Relief!

As I uttered that within myself I exhaled a deep breath of respite! I pushed back my hair to its original position and stretched out on the bed again. It was definitely very awkward to lie down on bed in front of the eyes of two adult males, but I had no other option. I tried to look as decent as possible though my big breasts were looking rather sexy under my sari pallu the way they were going up and down.

Dr. Desai now came near me, bent slightly, and straightway placed the stethoscope on my upper breast area. Though I was expecting that, but could not stop an involuntary reflex action! I almost tried to push off Dr. Desai’s hand, but somehow checked that action and saved the situation.

Dr. Desai: Hmm… Take deep breaths and try to hold it for some moments!

I repeated the same exercise and he was pressing the stethoscope on certain places on my upper chest area over my sari. My condition was just indescribable as the doctor pressed the bulb of the stethoscope on my soft boob flesh above the U-cut of my blouse. Though my breasts were covered by my pallu, I could still feel the cold touch of the bulb of the instrument on my upper chest area. I had closed my eyes as I was inhaling and exhaling deeply and as I momentarily opened my eyes, I found the hand of Dr. Desai so close to my mammaries that he could easily touch and press them! I was so anxious that I shut up my eyes quickly.

Dr. Desai now was slowly moving the stetho downwards and I started counted the moments when I felt the bulb of the instrument pressing on my right boob… directly on top of it! I almost clenched my lips with my teeth to cover my nervousness and embarrassed state while the doctor pressed my boob flesh quite adequately with his instrument. He now moved on to my left breast and I could clearly feel his fingers brushing my tight bulging tits. Dr. Desai pressed the stetho on my left breast also and this time he almost pressed it on my nipple! My left nipple was already sore due to Mr. Pyaremohan’s handiwork and I naturally uttered a soft exclamation.

Dr. Desai: Are you feeling pain or something like that Madam?

Me: Noho… err no, no…

Dr. Desai: Oh! It seemed from your facial expression…

He continued to press the circular bulb of the stethoscope on my left breast feeling the firm and tight flesh inside my blouse.

Dr. Desai: Hmm… fine!

The process was over, at last and I was much, much relieved!

Dr. Desai: Overall seems okay, but… but Madam, your heart rate seemed to be on the higher side, does it always remain like this?

Me: Ye… err… I am not sure doctor.

Dr. Desai: No what I mean is did any other doctor told you of this before?

Me: No.

Mama-ji: Is it something to worry about doctor?

Dr. Desai: Actually I have seen that adult women do get a faster heart rate since they are being checked at a sensitive place you know, but...

Mama-ji: Hmm… that’s one point!

Dr. Desai: Actually that’s why in my clinic I always measure heart rates and pulse rates of female patients through my nurse though I must admit it is more evident in unmarried teenage girls rather than housewives.

Mama-ji: What’s more evident doctor?

Dr. Desai: The variation. I have seen that when I measure the heart rate of a married woman, it tends to vary less than when I take a teenage girl’s heart rate as compared to when my nurse takes it.

Mama-ji: I see.

Dr. Desai: But here Mrs. Singh’s heart rate also behaved somewhat like a teenager!

Mama-ji: Anything to worry doctor?

Dr. Desai: Not really… (Dr. Desai was still frowning) Umm…let me check the pulse… then I can be sure… Madam, your hand please…

He held my wrist and started checking my pulse with his eye on his wristwatch.

Dr. Desai: Uhu! It has to be something else Sir! The pulse rate is significantly higher than it should be!

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Mama-ji: O! Is it?

Dr. Desai: Mrs. Singh, did you get excited while shopping… I mean there was a heated exchange with any shopkeeper or something like that?

Me: (I was obviously very cautious hearing the word “shopkeeper”) Nope, nothing like that!

Dr. Desai: Any emotional stress within the last 2-3 hours?

Me: No!

Mama-ji: She was with me all through… nothing of that sort happened doctor.

Dr. Desai: Very strange! If there is no physical or mental excitement recently, the pulse should not have been running so high unless you have a history of that Mrs. Singh!

“Physical excitement” – instantly as if alarm bells started drumming in my mind. Was my pulse running high due to the sexual encounter that I had with Mr. Pyaremohan in that shop? Was Dr. Desai observing higher heart rates because of my shameless exposing during the span of the shooting and my physical nearness to Mr. Pyaremohan as per the demand of the act? My goodness!

Did Dr. Desai already get any clue? Will I be caught? He must have seen several sorts of cases as a doctor. Could he conclude that my racing heart rate was due to a sexual act? O Lord! How very shameful will it be if he knows that and Mama-ji had already elaborated that I do not dwell here! Hai daiya! It would make it all the more apparent that I had sex with someone other than my husband!

Me: O God please save me from this embarrassing situation…. You can only save me. (I already had started praying silently!)

Mama-ji: Then doctor?

Dr. Desai: I am really curious….May be the allergic reaction she had has escalated these… I am not sure. Let me examine further.

Mama-ji: Okay doctor. I only hope my Bahurani gets well soon... am feeling so guilty that I brought her here and she is in such discomfort now!

He was nodding his head to and fro and naturally I had to calm him down.

Mama-ji: There is hardly anything you can do about it… please don’t feel bad about it Mama-ji…

Dr. Desai: Arre… don’t worry Sir! She will be okay soon.

The young doctor now arranged to measure my blood pressure with a digital instrument. He made my left hand to stretch straight and quickly wrapped the cuff there above my blouse sleeve. He started pumping and noted the blood pressure. He repeated the exercise twice, but was still not satisfied!

Dr. Desai: Hmm… High again! Seems the allergy is not a simple one and has hit you quite hard Mrs. Singh…

Me: Doctor, I will be cured naa…(I was naturally more anxious now knowing that the allergic reaction that I had was a complex one)

Dr. Desai: Yes, yes… (holding my left arm) you will be okay within an hour or two.

I smiled dryly though the warm feel of his palm on my arm felt really good; in fact I was having an itch at that area and his smooth warm touch soothed me.

Dr. Desai: Mrs. Singh, your temperature now. Actually since am finding all the vital signs on the hyper side, I cannot skip this you know.

Me: Okay doctor.

Dr. Desai: Put it in your mouth please… (He took out the thermometer from a secured case)

Mama-ji: You doctors don’t believe in armpit temperatures I guess because every doctor I see takes the mouth temperature!

I had inserted the thermometer in my mouth and pressed it with my fleshy lips. It was indeed a bit awkward for any matured woman to hold something in the mouth, a part of which sticking outside the mouth. I noticed that Dr. Desai glanced at my rosy lips once, sighed, and then replied to Mama-ji!

Dr. Desai: Not really Sir. Though it’s true that mouth temperatures are more accurate than armpit ones, but its not that I disregard armpit temperatures. Actually err… you will also appreciate Sir that it’s a bit cumbersome for women to insert the thermometer into their armpits through their blouse.

The doctor looked at me and automatically my eyelids got lowered as I jolly well understood what he meant.

Dr. Desai: But yes in certain cases I need to read both temperatures per the need and in those cases… (shrugging) can’t help… Actually in the private clinic that I am attached to, this is not a problem as the patient wears a gown there which is loose and cut adequately for these sort of things you know. But yes, when I go on a call… most times I find a female patient wearing a sari at home.

Mama-ji: Yes, naturally.

Dr. Desai: And it’s always clumsy for that woman to insert the thermometer in front of me in her blouse… you know… natural.

Mama-ji: Very true…

Three minutes seemed to be a fairly long time with my lips pressing tightly on the long slender body of the thermometer while the chat that was going on between the doctor and Mama-ji was irritating me even more!

Dr. Desai: Okay, done! Mrs. Singh you can take it out.

I handed over the instrument to him and after noting the temperature he suddenly did the weirdest thing I would expect from a doctor!

Dr. Desai just started sucking the thermometer bulb which was still wet with my saliva!

Me: Eiii… what are you doing?

The young doctor indicated with his hand to remain calm as he continued to lick and suck the thin slender instrument. Dr. Desai was definitely enjoying the taste of my mouth juices spread on the thermometer.

Dr. Desai: There is nothing to be surprised Mrs. Singh! This is a very old form of antiseptic handling. Actually I have not brought the antiseptic lotion with which I clean this, so to ensure that your saliva do not dry on it as this will be used for other patients also, I just wiped it off.

Me: But… but you could also do that with water… I mean… (my voice was low and meek as I was well aware that he already tasted my saliva without touching my lips!)

Dr. Desai: Madam, I rinse my mouth twice a day with an antiseptic liquid which works for 8-9 hours… that’s why even if I do not have that lotion with me I can…

Me: O I see…

I smiled at him with a slight reddish tinge on my face and he also smiled back looking at my eyes directly.

Mama-ji: How was the reading doctor?

Dr. Desai: No, this is absolutely normal.

Mama-ji: Thank God!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Dr. Desai: Yes! (with a smile again) Now I will have to look at the rashes closely so that I can apply the exact medicine the very first time. Well the other alternative was to administer a general antiallergic, but that way we would not be able to feel certain about the cause of this reaction and hence the chance of a recurrence would actually remain you know.

Mama-ji: I agree with you doctor.

Dr. Desai: Mrs. Singh, don’t you feel that you should also know why this occurred so that you can remain alert the next time.

Me: Yes, of course…. I myself only know how bothersome it is to combat this terrible itching. Ufff!

Dr. Desai: I can understand Mrs. Singh, but please be patient for a little while because you saw that your vitals are running in the high range and I can’t just ignore that you know while treating you.

Me: No, no I can also understand that as I can myself feel the overall discomfort and it’s not just itching.

Dr. Desai: Exactly… your chest tightness and the overall discomfort are also pronounced by your high pulse and heart beats along with your temporary hypertensive state.

The doctor kept aside the instruments and cleared the area and came near me.

Dr. Desai: Can you remember Mrs. Singh where did you get the first rash on your body?

Me: Umm… on my hands I suppose.

Mama-ji: Yes, yes Bahurani, you first pointed that in your hands.

Me: Uh! See how red they appear!

Dr. Desai: (coming close and holding my left arm) Hmm… and these spots?

He pointed towards a couple of red tiny round spots on my arm.

Me: They developed much later.

Dr. Desai: I see.

I was lying on the bed with my head on the pillow as he inspected my left arm rashes. He was bending quite a bit as he was fairly tall; more so as the bed also had a low height. As I looked towards him I saw the top button of his shirt was open and I could see his white baniyan along with hairs on his chest. He was holding my left arm with both hands and was pressing and rubbing certain spots while examining. Some of his movements certainly made me a quite uncomfortable, for example once he started rubbing my soft palm with his thumb specifically probing the hollow area of my pinkish palm; the other time he was rubbing and caressing the area just outside my blouse sleeve… I was looking all red like a newly wedded girl!

Dr. Desai: Hmm… let me now check your right hand.

It was a classical awkward situation as the doctor was on my left hand side and I was lying supine and now he wanted to examine my right arm. I had to stretch my arm, which I did. Dr. Desai caught my arm with his right hand and in fact he positioned it almost perpendicular to my body. As I happened to meet his eyes momentarily I noted that he was eyeing my armpit! I was immediately alert and looked down only to find my soaked blouse armpit fully visible to him. I felt extremely embarrassed as there was hardly any method I could hide my wet armpit from the doctor’s view.

The doctor was actually feeling my whole right arm with his hands in the pretext of examination and this time I noted that his fingers ran even on top of my blouse sleeve. Naturally this started having an effect on me – I was an adult married woman and the feel of warm male hands all over my arms was making me practically gasp.

Dr. Desai: Strangely the warmth and the nature of the blood spots differ in this hand from the left, which in a way proves that this is a case of a compound allergy.

Mama-ji: Meaning?

Dr. Desai: It’s not a simple allergic reaction from any food. That’s conclusive.

Mama-ji: I see! What’s the medicine doctor?

Dr. Desai: One minute Sir… (turning towards me) Mrs. Singh, tell me one thing I notice that you are sweating a tad. Do you normally sweat like this? I mean this room is comfortable enough I guess...

Indeed some of the sweat was out of nervousness due to the fact that I was being examined by a male doctor and some due to the summer heat and some probably out of the allergic reaction that I was experiencing.

Me: No… err… I mean…

Dr. Desai: Actually I am finding your hands a bit sweaty and also I can see a big patch on your blouse…. I mean in your armpit…

I instantly flushed as I noticed both males gaping at the wet patch in my right armpit. I involuntarily pulled back my hand from the doctor’s arms to cover that only to find that Dr. Desai was gripping my right arm quite securely. So I continued to display my big circular wet patch on my blouse armpit to both males.

Me: No… actually am sweating more right now.

Dr. Desai: Hmm… that’s what I apprehended. Sweating more than normal, chest tightness, and headaches are the exclusive symptoms.

Me: O! (I was still feeling thoroughly embarrassed)

Dr. Desai: The only thing that I need to check further is the type of red spots on your body. Then I can administer the medication. Your left hand spots are certainly different than your right hand ones.

Mama-ji: But it apparently seems to be the same doctor !

Dr. Desai: (smiling) Yes, to a lay man it will look alike, but they are different in their character, size, and shapes.

Mama-ji: Are those spots harmful?

Dr. Desai: Not really, but if we leave them untreated, they might form a clot on certain spots of the body.

Mama-ji: Oh! That’s fatal.

Dr. Desai: (smiling again) Not fatal in the literal sense, but not a very wise decision to leave them just as they are.

Mama-ji: I see.

Dr. Desai: Madam, did you get a chance to check those red tiny spots on your body?

Me: Yes… here (saying that I again displayed my arm to him)

Dr. Desai: No, no... what I mean is did you get a chance to check where else they have developed in your body?

I instantly remembered that I did note them on my thighs and upper breast area, but how to tell that to the doctor? It would be a very shameless thing to do. But I should not be hiding anything, otherwise it would remain untreated. I was in a dilemma. Even if I share that I have those tiny lesions on my legs eating up my shame, Dr. Desai would certainly lift my sari and check my legs. Oh no! That would be so very embarrassing, that too in front of Mama-ji!

As I took time to reply, Dr. Desai made this more messy for me.

Dr. Desai: Mrs. Singh, don’t feel shy please. If I do not examine the lesions, how could I treat you properly? I guess you do not want to remain half treated and later suffer from this again.

Me: No, no… err… not that. Yes, yes, I mean I am err… aware of that.

Dr. Desai: See Madam, generally what I have seen in this sort of allergic reaction in my women patients that they just have them sporadic all over their body especially in hands and legs and sometimes on their breasts. But let me tell you the very acute variety of this genus of allergy do affect a woman’s ass also.

I had to admit now!

Dr. Desai: That’s why I am asking you…

Me: Yes, err… I noticed them on my err…legs….

Dr. Desai: I see. Where? On your shin?

Me: Ye… err… I mean no… actually…

Dr. Desai: On your knees?

Me: No… I mean yes… slightly above.

Dr. Desai: Around your thighs?

Me: Right doctor.

Dr. Desai: Okay, anywhere else?

Naturally I found my lips getting dry and tried to wet them by licking them with my tongue.

Me: On my up… I mean upper breast …

Dr. Desai: Oh! That’s good to know!

I frowned deeply at him as if trying to say “what do you mean?”

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Dr. Desai: Mrs. Singh, as I said the acute variety of this hypersensitivity state leads to small blood spots on the breasts… to be precise around the nipples and specifically on the areolas. They do not appear on other parts of the breast you know… so…

Me: Oh! Okay (I said that in a husky voice)

I was definitely breathing deeper especially after hearing the words “nipples” and “areolas” from this male doctor’s mouth and as a result my firm tits got tighter inside my blouse and my condition gotten worse.

Mama-ji: Ye… I mean doctor how is that acute condition different? Are you sure Bahurani is not suffering from that?

Dr. Desai: Yep! Absolutely. I guess Madam must have checked her breasts over her blouse and noticed the tiny red spot; moreover I found a known pattern on her hands too. If she had the acute variety actually by this time her nipples would have become very much swollen and achy along with severe itching in the ass.

Mama-ji: Okay! Bahurani, do you have any itching on your gaa… I mean on your buttocks?

I just nodded not even able to meet Mama-ji’s eyes. The queries were now getting too intimate.

Dr. Desai: Actually only very recently I had such a case in the hospital. The woman was around 40 and married and was actually suffering from the acute form of this allergy, but the local doctor administered general antiallergics. When things were quite out of hand, his husband brought her to me. As I checked her hands and legs I found the typical spots and to be sure when I checked her breasts, I saw micro clots on her areolas. You know fortunately the areolas of her breasts were not fully blackish, which was only natural for a married woman of 40 with children… she had dark pink areolas which actually made me find those spots easily.

Mama-ji: I see.

Dr. Desai: And lastly when I removed her sari off her buttocks I could conclude noting red spots all along her butt crevice. Then you know I administered the required drug to cure this. It took 48 hours as it had spread in her body quite handsomely.

Mama-ji: O-k-a-y… so doctor, you don’t see that type in my Bahurani naa?

Dr. Desai: Nope.

I was also much relieved hearing that and honestly to have my breasts and ass checked by this male doctor would have been too much of an embarrassment and that too in Mama-ji’s presence! “Oh! Good Lord! Can’t even think about it!”

Dr. Desai: Okay Madam, if you allow I will just once check the lesions on your legs before administering the drug to be absolutely sure you know.

Me (there was nothing much I could do about it) O.. okay as you wish.

Dr. Desai: You remain in your position and just relax…

Saying that without even giving me a moment to react, the young doctor moved towards my feet and started pulling my sari up exposing my fair well formed legs! My heart immediately started beating harder as Mama-ji was also standing there and watching my legs getting uncovered.

Dr. Desai: (almost bending down on my legs) G-o-o-d… no spots on your shin.

He had pulled up my sari till my knees and my fleshy legs were so ineptly exposed in front of both the males! I was breathing heavier and my face was all flushed as I felt Dr. Desai’s warm fingers grazing and scbanging on my smooth naked legs. I was just shocked to note Mama-ji was scratching his crotch over his lungi seeing the whole proceedings!

Dr. Desai: Hmm… no spots on the knees also…hmm… quite good!

He was commentating in a whispering tone as he continued his inspection and he was moving up my legs.

Dr. Desai: Aaah! Here I found one… (moving my sari further up, now almost till my mid thighs) Hmm…

Dr. Desai was now palpating my left lower thigh with his fingers and he was pressing the area where he found the red blood spot.

Dr. Desai: See Sir…

Mama-ji also now bent down on my semi-exposed legs and was inspecting the spot! It was so, so embarrassing for me to remain like that on the bed with my sari being raised up till my mid thighs.

Mama-ji: This… I mean... it looks brighter.. isn’t it doctor?

Dr. Desai: Ha ha… no, no Sir, it’s not brighter! Actually you see Madam’s thighs are very fair (saying that he brushed his palm on my smooth thighs probably indicating to Mama-ji about its fairness!) which is actually making you feel that it appears brighter.

Mama-ji: Oh… right, right.

Dr. Desai: Mrs. Singh, did you notice only one spot or more? I… I don’t see any more…

Me: One… only one doctor. (I replied very promptly so that he stops this sexy exploration)

As I replied I felt Dr. Desai pushing his hand a few inches inside my sari to feel for any blood spot on my upper thighs. I almost hissed out in excitement as he performed this action on my naked thighs.

Dr. Desai: Okay, fine Madam. But… but tell me one thing – does your legs always remain so ho… I mean warm?

Me: (wondering what sort of question was that) Ye.. err… I mean no, not really… in all probability it’s… it’s due to this allergy.

Dr. Desai: I hope so... (now pulling out his hand from inside my sari, but did not remove it off my exposed thighs) otherwise you will surely need a thorough checkup.

Me: No, no… I am feeling a lot of discomfort and a heated up feeling overall once I started experiencing this itching and all.

Dr. Desai: Hmm… that’s quite natural also Madam. Actually… err… Well I asked that because only today in the morning one of my patients, a middle aged housewife, who is an old patient of mine, admitted that she was having warmth in her legs for at least 2-3 months, but did not disclose to me due to shyness! That was really quite silly on her part because one must reveal any deviation to the doctor during a visit.

Mama-ji: Hmm… Certainly!

I was obviously a bit curious to know more about this case because it’s not entirely untrue that I do experience the same symptoms in my legs at times. I do sense a feeling of warmth along my upper legs at certain times of the day and not only that I feel similar warmth at times in my buttocks too!

Me: What can happen out of this doctor?

The doctor had not removed his hand off my thighs and now in fact he started to feel my warm smooth flesh! His fingers were very subtly grazing the silkiness of my fair thighs. Since I had kept my legs stuck together, he could easily brush his palm from my right leg to the left and I indeed was feeling quite uneasy being cleverly groped like that, but could not do anything also.

Dr. Desai: No… you see nothing serious can happen out of this, but this might just be a symptom for another problem.

Me: O! I see.

I tried to remain “normal” and quickly looked at Mama-ji from the corner of my eyes to note if he was noticing the doctor’s hand. Fortunately, he was looking at the doctor and not concentrating on what his hand was doing. Dr. Desai was behaving very “normally”, but his hand was feeling my marble-like rotund naked legs above my knees!

Dr. Desai: As was in the case of that woman I was talking about… when she admitted to me about that warmth in her upper legs, obviously I proposed to examine the area, but again she was very shy to allow me to do that. I explained to her that in order to go to the root of the problem, I need to examine the area to know the extent of the warmth, was it radiating to other parts or not, or was there any associated redness developing etc. etc.

Mama-ji: You said she was a middle-aged woman…

Dr. Desai: Ya! And she was married too! What I have seen generally is that married women do not exhibit much shyness to exams of their private parts like the teenage girls, but this patient was an exception. Anyway, coming to the main point, when I inspected her thighs I not only found them to be warm, but also there was some redness associated towards the back of the thighs. When I told her about that and she replied that she never inspected the back of her thighs and hence missed that.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Me: Then? (I was of course getting quite inquisitive to know more of this case)

Dr. Desai: Then huh… then was another drama…

Mama-ji: Why?

By this time Dr. Desai’s hand had gone up to alarming heights! He had pushed my sari well above my mid thighs and had exposed me till there and I knew this was no check up or examination that he was doing. He was enjoying the feel of my sexy naked thighs – and that too quite openly!

Dr. Desai: I told her that I wanted to inspect if that redness was radiating to other parts of her body or not… but…. (shrugging) she was again refusing adamantly.

Mama-ji: Refusing what?

Dr. Desai: To allow me to check further and ultimately after a lot of wheedling and explaining, I could persuade her to allow me to check her buttocks.

Mama-ji: Oh! Ha ha ha…

Naturally I was not much amused by this laugh and lowered my eyelids. My lips were getting parted as I could feel Dr. Desai’s warm hand encroaching upwards along my plump naked thighs feeling its velvetiness. The worse part was that he was quite openly pressing his thumb on my exposed flesh and was feeling the entire area from my knees to my mid thighs with his “expert” hand and concurrently continuing the chat in the most normal fashion!

Dr. Desai: Fortunately Sir, my patient was wearing a panty under her sari which gave her some security probably. Ha ha ha… Anyway I did discover that the redness traveled to her buttocks too and informed the patient about that. So it was proved that it was not just warmth in her legs which a woman often experiences out of sexu…. Err… I mean thrill or excitement.

I was now slightly concerned that I never checked my legs for any redness when I felt the warmth. The chance of checking my butts was out of question. I tried to figure out that whether it was due to any excitement or not, but was not able to relate completely. Yes, when my husband is around and in mood of lovemaking, I surely generate heat out of my ass and legs, but when he is not around, still I often feel warm in my upper thighs especially before going to bath or when I lay in the bed after lunch. Should I tell that to the doctor? I was undecided as Dr. Desai was still in the mood of groping my legs very inappropriately ignoring Mama-ji’s presence completely!

Dr. Desai: It was a problem of circulation blockade for which she was having such symptoms, the treatment of which I could start only today! The action could have been prompted earlier if she had related the issue to me prior. I mean you know Sir, I always advise my patients that how much silly the issue is… speak out… tell me… let ME decide if it’s to be ignored… you know.

Mama-ji & Me (in chorus): Hmm… True.

Dr. Desai: I hope Mrs. Singh you don’t have any such issues…

Mama-ji: Yes, Bahurani, if you have anything in your mind, you might just clear that out. You will not get Dr. Desai everyday, he is such an experienced doctor at this young age!

Me: Hmm… err… yes, I know Mama-ji… (scratching the back of my neck and shoulders out of my itching syndrome) Umm… I cannot say I do not experience that, but not in a severe way of course.

Dr. Desai: Experience what Madam?

Me: I mean the warmth that you just described.

Dr. Desai: Okay, okay. I see! Umm… did you note that it occurs at a specific time of the day or after any specific activity?

Me: Umm… am really not sure… have not noticed that with precision you know… but…I mean…

Dr. Desai: Fine Madam, you just don’t have to press hard on your mind. Let me make things easier for you… You only consider those cases Madam where you felt warmth in your legs when your husband was not around. You are a… I mean… a young woman and married only for 2-3 years… so it’s not unnatural to have the feeling of warmth often in the upper part of your legs you know…

Mama-ji: Ha ha… and you know doctor our Rajesh also loves her very much.

Mama-ji was smiling looking at me and so was the doctor and obviously I blushed up to my ears in natural feminine shyness. I smiled back very timidly and thank god… now as Dr. Desai was speaking directly to me, he had ceased to move his hand on my thighs and I was naturally able to breathe easily and was less stiff, though his hand still remained in between my left and right thigh in a very indecent position.

Me: Err… Well I get the warmth when umm… I am in bed after lunch.

Dr. Desai: Your husband is away for work at that time I guess.

Me: Yes of course!

Dr. Desai: Okay. Any other time that you can remember Mrs. Singh?

Me: Well doctor I sometimes do feel it before taking a bath …. Though not always… but…

Dr. Desai: Hmm… any other time?

Me: Not really that I can remember.

Dr. Desai: Fine… fair enough. Now tell me Madam, is this warmth that you experience in your legs very significant to hamper your activity… does it keep you in significant discomfort?

Me: Neh… I mean not any discomfort but… but you know… I feel very uneasy…

Dr. Desai: I see. Then Madam I think this is surely not a physiological problem that I can address.

Me: (definitely a bit surprised) Then?

Dr. Desai: This is purely a case of arousal. He he he… You must be getting aroused for some reason… I don’t know exactly how… may be ….

Me: Aroused! (I said in a husky voice)

Dr. Desai: I should not be commenting on this, but… err… surely there’s a reason!

Mama-ji: What reason doctor? Bahurani must know that… isn’t it?

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Dr. Desai: See Mrs. Singh, I am telling you frankly… the two cases that you related to me…. I mean in both cases I guess… let me repeat I GUESS… may not be true, but from your description it seems that on both occasions you are having warmth in your legs, you must be in some form of undressed condition or may be in scanty clothes. Since you have said that you experience this quite often, this has to be a regular affair. Well you must be remaining in somewhat exposed state before your bath for an unnecessarily long period of time as well as after your lunch when you rest, which might be arousing your feelings involuntarily. Again I repeat this is only guesswork from your description only.

Me: WHAT?

I was simply shocked that the doctor could come up with such a reason!

I… I just looked blank and especially with Mama-ji present I felt like hiding my face under the pillow. Things got worse for me when Mama-ji passed the next remark which made me so exposed in front of this outside doctor that I was purely dumbfounded.

Mama-ji: Hmm… doctor, I think you struck the right string! May be this is true…. In fact Bahurani, my sister also had a very similar habit…. May be you just inherited that!

Dr. Desai: Your sister?

Mama-ji: Arre… her mother-in-law!

Dr. Desai: O! I see.

Mama-ji: Am I wrong Bahurani?

Me: No…but…it’s not that…

Mama-ji merely interrupted me and concluded on his own not even allowing me to complete what I meant to express!

Mama-ji: I know! I know! Arre… innumerable times previously I had told my sister not to do that, but no… whenever I went to her sasural I used to find her each day cleaning and sweeping her bedroom before taking the bath. Arre! What’s the necessity when you have a maidservant! I told her so many times that Tulsi, you are married now, and if some outsider sees you like this in your sasural what would he think? But who cares… everyday she used to sweep and clean the room before taking the bath wearing only the towel.

Mama-ji paused momentary and I was almost fully flushed to imagine my mother-in-law sweeping her room just wearing a towel and that too in front of Mama-ji!

Mama-ji: Kya batayun Bahurani… Tulsi continued this practice even when Rajesh was quite grownup and going to high college… and when one day I found Rajesh was eyeing her mother, which was only natural you know…. I had to alert your mother-in-law… initially she did not at all believe my words, but when…

Mama-ji was nodding his head and paused suddenly and quite inappropriately also.

Me: (Automatically a reaction came out of my mouth) What Mama-ji?

What Mama-ji described to my response was a bit too much for me to ingest! It virtually knocked me over in front of that outside doctor.

Mama-ji: But when I challenged her to watch her son she only realized… Of course it did not sound good to your mother-in-law Bahurani, but… but fact is a fact! The following day just before her bath when she started cleaning the room Rajesh was sitting on the bed. Obviously my sister was extra conscious that day… but you tell me Bahurani… how much can you hide of your body with only a towel?

Mama-ji looked at me directly and I naturally evaded his look and gazed elsewhere nodding my head so that he did not inquire further!

Mama-ji: …and that too when you are sweeping the floor! As she mopped the floor sitting on her knees every now and then the towel slipped off her shoulder … naturally Rajesh was distracted by that… and for that matter Bahurani I don’t blame young Rajesh for this! As a mother if you don’t realize that your son is growing up then there is nothing to say!

Dr. Desai: But Sir apparently this does not sound too awkward that…

Mama-ji: Awkward! That’s a very decent term you are using doctor… (now lowers his voice as if revealing a secret) Arre… you know when my sister mopped the floor below the couch, she invariably had to bend a lot sitting on her knees to get under the cot to swab that area and doctor and… what should I say… each time my sister bent and swept the floor under the cot, the end of the towel on her shoulder consistently slid off to the floor uncovering her breasts… and most times she did the entire mopping under the bed with her both breasts totally open… My sister was such a casual thing and her son could see that at times as he was not sitting on the bed all the time naa!

Dr. Desai: O-k-a-y! I see… yes, a mother should always be conscious about herself keeping in mind that her son is growing up!

Mama-ji: Huh! Conscious! My sister was so ignorant… many a times doctor I saw her getting out from under the bed with the towel totally dislodged off her breasts and she only covered her breasts once she stood up! This was not a wise thing to do in front of his son who was going to college then, isn’t it?

Dr. Desai: Surely! Your sister did a very wrong thing… Another point actually…. I always advise this to all my lady patients who are the mother of growing kids …

Mama-ji: What doctor?

Dr. Desai: To wear undergarments as much as possible at home in front of the growing kids you know because…

Mama-ji: Exactly doctor! You spoke my mind… I exactly told this point also to my sister too!

Dr. Desai: … because wearing a bra in front of a growing kid is a must Sir… especially if the mother possesses… I mean ample breasts…(Dr. Desai was smiling cunningly looking at my big-sized sari-covered breasts)

Mama-ji (openly scratching his lund inside his lungi): Precisely doctor… and that’s what my sister never did! Not only during that cleaning time, I found her many a times (lowering his voice) err… without a bra in front of Rajesh.

Dr. Desai: Except for nighttime while going to bed this should be avoided… though the mother might feel at ease, but the swaying of her free breasts inside her dress would invariably distract her son you know and is not at all a sensible thing to do if the lad is college going.

Mama-ji: Hmm… unfortunately Tulsi never listened to my advice! Huh!

Dr. Desai: In addition to this Sir, I also advocate mothers who have a bulky figure to always wear knickers inside whatever they are wearing at home…

Mama-ji: Knickers!!! You mean err… I mean you mean to say a panty I guess….

I was just dumbstruck the way this chat was taking its course! What happened to my allergy treatment? What happened to the problem that I cited of warmth in my legs? Its crossing all decency limits and was increasingly uncomfortable and bumpy for me! Naturally I looked very much blushed and flushed. I had virtually no option but to participate also, but tried my best to refrain from remarking because I was afraid that that might lead to a more embarrassing situation for me only.

Mama-ji: Knickers?!? Are they in use still? I mean any woman wear that?

Dr. Desai: I agree Sir that they are not very popular, but I recommend this for women with fleshy plump asses that wiggle a lot when they walk. Actually it helps them look rather decent in front of their growing children.

Mama-ji: okay. I see! I see!

Dr. Desai: In fact… (Dr. Desai pauses and looks at my body)… Mrs. Singh, you might also benefit from wearing knickers as I notice that you too have a pretty much large fleshy gaan… I mean you also have a large rear portion!

Me: Oss… Okhhh… Ok-hay doctor. (My throat was totally dry and I could hardly pronounce anything!)

Mama-ji: Yes Bahurani, you have gained significant weight from the time of your marriage when I last saw you.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mama-ji was looking at my pelvic area while he continued to rub his lund under the lungi. It seemed he was not wearing any brief and his lund was freely hanging under his lungi! I just grinned foolishly somehow.

Dr. Desai: Actually Madam…. why I recommend knickers for women who possess a big ass… you know … only because it restricts the free swaying of the flesh of your buttocks.

I avoided eye contact with Dr. Desai as I was indeed feeling very awkward to chat about such things with a male doctor.

Dr. Desai: Of course there is some science behind my saying! Knickers are built in such a way that they cover and hold the whole of the buttocks and even part of the thighs in a very tight fashion, which effectively restricts the ass flesh to sway very freely in addition to help maintain the resilient structure and elasticity of the tissues of that area you know.

Mama-ji: Umm! Never thought so deeply regarding this! He he….

Dr. Desai (also smiling): But… but unfortunately you know Sir, most lady patients return to me with quite a negative feedback…

Mama-ji: Regarding?

Dr. Desai: Regarding wearing knickers…. I don’t know why they are so inclined to wear a panty rather than knickers… may be you can answer this Madam being a woman!

I was shocked a doctor can initiate such sexy discussions! Both Dr. Desai and Mama-ji turned and looked at me; naturally I had no clue and honestly was not at all curious to participate in this lewd conversation too!

Me: I… I…

Dr. Desai: You have not tried knickers I guess Madam…

Me: No, never. (I said quite emphatically and tried my best to exhibit that I was irritated)

Dr. Desai: Hmm… So just see… you are no different Madam! Like majority of my lady patients, you also prefer to wear a panty underneath your sari rather than knickers.

Dr. Desai directly looked at my eyes and it was too much of an embarrassment as his words were as if echoing in my ears – “…you also prefer to wear a panty underneath your sari…”
I again looked down and my face must have been glowing in shyness, as I could feel the heat emitting from even my ears.

Dr. Desai: (turning toward Mama-ji) You know Sir the fact remains that the feedback which I got from my patients who at least tried knickers on my recommendation is not at all encouraging.

Mama-ji: Why?

Dr. Desai: Huh! Each patient had a different excuse and… and you know I could only laugh at those excuses… but yes, I agree, summer weather is a hindrance to constant wearing of knickers, which some patients did mention.

Mama-ji: If that’s the only genuine excuse you consider, what about the others doctor? (smiling very meaningfully)

Dr. Desai: Oh! Others? …Ha ha ha….

Dr. Desai was laughing quite openly and I was getting very much coiled in as this embarrassing conversation was as if continuing endlessly!

Dr. Desai: Sir, you would also laugh if you hear those excuses…

Mama-ji: Like?

Dr. Desai: Like… one young lady reported that her husband was not okay with her wearing knickers and he preferred her to wear a regular panty under her dresses… so nothing much the lady could do…

Mama-ji: Did she always have to show her husband what’s she wearing under…?

Dr. Desai: Huh! That’s why I was telling you naa Sir… ridiculous! …again another middle-aged lady reported that she was uncomfortable using the toilet as she finds knickers hard to pull down due to its tight fitting. Umm… another lady related a similar problem… actually she is a working lady… and she added that it was too awkward for her to stand in the office toilet, which is a public toilet of course, with her sari up at her waist for a prolonged period trying to pull down the knickers for urination …

Mama-ji: This seems to be a logical point… Ha ha ha…

Dr. Desai: Ha ha ha… Like this you know… Anyway I think we are drifting too wide… Mrs. Singh seems to be getting a bit restless Sir…

Mama-ji: Oh! Sorry, sorry Bahurani… I also got a bit carried away by the chat Beti…

I was much relieved that this “shit” (=conversation) ended and sighed deeply.

Dr. Desai: As I was saying…. do you agree to my inference that Mrs. Singh? I mean you said you develop warmth post lunch and prior to taking a bath and I assume that probably you remain in less clothes during those times for prolonged periods which is actually causing you to get subtly aroused and hence the warmth generated in your legs. Am I into the right direction Mrs. Singh?

I had to frown with utter surprise because this young doctor hit the bull’s eye! How could he guess that? It was so true that before going for a bath in my sasural, I do remain in my blouse and petticoat only for the purpose of washing and cleaning. But… then there is no one to see me! And also, after lunch and completing all household chores, I do take a nap and yes… at times I do lie down on bed in minimum clothing though mainly due to the summer heat.

I was completely bowled over and was quite spellbound by Dr. Desai’s guess!

Dr. Desai: Madam, am I completely wrong? And you know there is nothing wrong in it if you are alone. You are adult and independent and you can always wear your likes when you are securely alone.

I was still frowning and looking incessantly at his face with disbelief, but quickly controlled myself.

Me: Err… well to some extent… err… I mean you are correct to some extent.

Dr. Desai: So just see Madam…. (smiling) It’s not a problem that needs to be treated! I told you at the very first go.

I was smiling nervously thinking of the fact that I actually confessed to two adult males that I wear scanty clothes during two times of the day! And Dr. Desai immediately made me more nervous with his next comment!

Dr. Desai: But Madam, be very sure when you do that because I have encountered at least two cases where my patients were molested and got physically hurt due to this practice.

Mama-ji, expectedly, stepped in!

Mama-ji: Molested?!?!? Within their house?

Dr. Desai: Yes Sir! That’s why I am saying naa!

I could not stop myself from knowing more about the incident because I obviously feel secure and safe in my house when I remain in less clothes.

Me: But… but what happened to your patient? (naturally there was a tinge of anxiousness in my voice)

Dr. Desai: Well Madam, it’s not at all encouraging, and I feel one should take lessons from that.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Me: What happened actually?

Dr. Desai: The first case was Gayathri Bhabi… in fact she is a neighbor to me. She is the mother of two, around 40 years of age.

Mama-ji: Mother of two got molested?!?

Dr. Desai: Unfortunately yes! She used to come to my chamber for herself as well as her children for general problems, but one day she came alone and it was quite late also. I was almost closing the chamber. I could make out just by observing her that she was not in herself. Generally she was always accompanied by his elder son, but today he was also missing. She appeared to be in a state of shock and was looking blankly.

Dr. Desai’s narrative was more than captivating and both Mama-ji and I were listening quite intently. Even my physical discomfort including the redness and acute itching went to the back of my mind!

Dr. Desai: When I inquired about her problem, she was silent and was unable to talk. Her lips were trembling and finally she started sobbing. I could realize something serious had happened and she could not relate that to her family members. I asked my nurse to go out to so that she felt more comfortable. I gave her some time to reorganize and then what she conveyed was shocking and pathetic too.

Mama-ji: What did she say?

Even Mama-ji’s voice reflected a shade of anxiousness!

Dr. Desai: Gayathri Bhabi stated that she used to puja everyday upstairs after taking bath and just as a custom and to ensure purity she used to wear a fresh sari while doing puja without any blouse or petticoat. Since she was always alone during that time and had been doing it since her marriage, she never bothered about it. She related that it was just a 5-minute affair and then she dressed up. During that time her father-in-law and the household servant generally were present in the house, but they both stayed downstairs. But that day her father-in-law for some reason came searching for her and exactly during that time when she had seated for puja. It was not that this happened for the very first time, but if her father-in-law found her in the puja room, he just conveyed the message aloud and went downstairs.

Me: Seems a very normal and natural setting doctor like!

Dr. Desai: Yes like any other house Madam! But normal setting also often goes for a toss due to unnecessary exposition of female flesh! What Gayathri Bhabi comprehended when she thought about the incident later that when her father-in-law came to convey the message, she was doing puja and was rather reluctant to cover herself properly and her back was totally naked and even she doubted that part of her ass was also visible as she was naturally very casual about wrapping the sari, as it was a daily affair and a very short-lived affair.

Mama-ji: Very normal… and also at her age…

Dr. Desai: Yes absolutely! Gayathri Bhabi said that when her puja was over she got up and found her sasur-ji was standing right behind her inside the room! She naturally was quite surprised as she never realized that the elderly man had silently entered the room and had closed the door! Bhabi also told that unfortunately her sari was not thick enough and since her body was wet after the bath, much of her body was getting exposed through her sari. Before she could envisage the situation, her father-in-law pounced on her and tried to hug her.

Me: Chi chi…. It’s so unimaginable!

Dr. Desai: Madam, I told you… Gayathri Bhabi was naturally sobbing as she stated that she was thoroughly molested by her sasur-ji and was almost gone to the verge of nakedness in that struggle. Eventually she just gnawed her father-in-law’s hand and saved her dignity, but in the process she got brutally hurt in her breasts and was in great pain.

Mama-ji: Shame! Shame on that person! Aadmi hai ke janwar! Apni bahu ko… Chih!

Dr. Desai: Very much true Madam! Bhabi was relating that she was married for 18 years and this was the first time she was into such an abysmal circumstance!

Mama-ji: Her mother-in-law…?

Dr. Desai: Died an year back.

Mama-ji: Wohi to! There lies the problem!

Me (obviously quite offended): But that cannot be an excuse for such ghinona harkat (=dirty behavior)!

Mama-ji: No, no Bahurani, I am not certifying that but am just pointing to the cause.

Me: But… but am not convinced…. How can this be a direct cause for such an aged person!

Dr. Desai: No Madam. That can happen. Many males do have the power to continue a much longer sexual life even after 60-65!

Me: My God! (it came out automatically off my mouth and I immediately felt shy and blushed as Mama-ji was almost 60 or 60+!)

Dr. Desai: But when I examined Gayathri Bhabi’s breasts I was pretty much upset…

Mama-ji: Why doctor?

Dr. Desai: Sir, as I opened Gayathri Bhabi’s blouse I found her right nipple immensely swollen and there were clear teeth marks and nail marks on her both breasts. It was so painful that Bhabi was unable to put on a brassiere! Her right nipple was appearing so much swollen that I was quite alarmed if there was any internal damage done to her breast tissues. Bhabi admitted that when her father-in-law grabbed her, he was able to expose her breasts fully as her sari was very loosely clad and he tried to bite and suck her right nipple very forcefully several times.

Mama-ji: Ish…. Very sad!

Dr. Desai: But you know Sir, even if I consider that I was puzzled by the appearance of her right nipple. She was a married woman though 40, but still she was must be having sex with her husband, and it’s but natural that during lovemaking her husband should suck her nipples, but the way her nipple was swollen and tender, it seemed that it was touched after a very long time!

Mama-ji: Hmm… and you said her children are grownup and so there was no question of breast feeding also.

Dr. Desai: Absolutely. And when I conveyed this to Bhabi, she admitted that though she had sex, but her husband was not too keen to suck her breasts as they had sagged somewhat, and the fact that after her second child stopped feeding on her breasts, hardly did she experience any breast sucking from her husband. Then it was clear to me as to why the reaction was so vigorous….

Mama-ji: I see! I see! He he he….

Dr. Desai: I injected tetanus and gave Bhabi a gel to apply on her breasts and asked her to come back in a week to relate healing.

Me: Did she not inform her husband about this brutal suffering?

Dr. Desai: I exactly asked this and even referred her to go to the security officer, but you know… she was much afraid regarding the scandal and that her children are still minor. Gayathri Bhabi was also reluctant to make her husband aware about this filthy approach and kept the whole thing under cover. Anyway…. my duty was to just make you aware Madam… and that’s why I…

Me: No, no doctor. That’s very nice of you…

Mama-ji: You were referring to two cases I guess…

Dr. Desai: Will get back on that later… I think I need to give relief to her on priority basis.

Mama-ji: Yes, yes doctor… surely that’s highest priority! My Bahurani has been suffering for long now!

Dr. Desai: Well what I gathered from my inspection, I will have to administer a couple of injections as the core treatment. But Sir I must mention this type of allergic reaction is quite rare and I wonder how Mrs. Singh developed this! Indisputably its not food related.

Mama-ji: Doctor, I am rally more keen to get her alleviated of this, rather its source.

Dr. Desai: No, no… I can understand that Sir, but for me the source is also equally important so that it does not recur.

Dr. Desai had opened his case and took out a syringe and two ampules and was getting ready to prepare the injection. Though I was not very much comfortable with injections like any other person, but still was feeling relieved that I would be cured soon of this intolerable itching, the blood spots, and the redness that had engulfed my entire figure. The chest tightness and the headache were indeed quite marginal at this stage.

Dr. Desai: You see Madam for any allergic reaction there is a… how to put it… I mean there is a gestation period, during which you suffer the most, after which it comes to a relatively stable position where the acute symptoms might just die down, you know.

Me: Hmm… hmm…

Dr. Desai was ready with the injection.

Dr. Desai: This is the first of the two injections that I will administer and surely you will get relief within 10-15 minutes as it mixes with your blood.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

I was a bit unsure where Dr. Desai would push the injections. Previously till now I had always taken injections in my arm and so naturally was anticipating that only, but Dr. Desai immediately ruled that out!

Dr. Desai: Mrs. Singh if you can just turn around and lie down on your stomach for the injection…

Me: Will you not push it in the arm?

Dr. Desai: No way! These are meant to be taken in the waist… not in the arms Madam.

Mama-ji: Arre it’s the same thing Bahurani… arms or waist… injection hi to hai!

Dr. Desai: Yes… just a momentary pinpoint pain… and complete! (smiling)

Me: O! O-k-a-y… let me then…

I turned upside down on the bed and indeed it was very awkward to do that in front of two males. My big round ass was now looking up at the ceiling and as I placed my body on my stomach my sari got stretched a bit more on my ass flesh naturally making it more prominent. I tried to adjust the sari as much as possible, but unfortunately it was still stretching rather tightly over my protruding round ass.

Dr. Desai: Mrs. Singh… I mean if you can loosen your sari at the waist… actually I need to clean the area first before pushing the needle.

It was surely a clumsy situation for me especially with Mama-ji standing right in front of me, but there was hardly anything I could do about it and I pushed my right hand inside my body below my navel and started loosening the sari there.

Dr. Desai: (now sitting more close to me on the bed) Thanks… thanks… I will do the rest.

I could feel the doctor’s warm hand on the exposed skin of my waist just above my sari waistline. Dr. Desai was palpating there and his fingers moved softly on my entire waist along my sari periphery.

Me: Doctor I hope it will not be… I mean very pain… err… painful.

Dr. Desai: Well to tell you the truth Mrs. Singh this injection is slightly different from other injections and the administering period is a bit longer, which in effect increases the pain…. But don’t worry regarding that as I have a remedy for that. I will use an anesthetic type solution before pushing the syringe so that you feel very less pain.

Mama-ji: Oh! That’s great doctor. I cannot see my Bahurani in more pain…

Dr. Desai: I know Sir… actually this numbness solution is especially meant for these types of injections and so carry it alongside.

Me: I see. Thanks a lot doctor.

I smiled and was definitely much assured.

Dr. Desai: Madam I will just pull down your sari a bit… (he was actually taking out my sari off my petticoat) so that I can clean the area and rub on the numbness application. It needs a bigger diameter actually.

It was indeed very awkward as I could feel the doctor’s fingers almost an inch inside my petticoat as he opened the frills of my sari out of it! As I had loosened my sari off my waist, it was like cakewalk for the doctor and within moments Dr. Desai completely took out my sari off my waist and my petticoat was brazenly exposed in front of his eyes. His fingers were time and again touching my protruding butt cheeks and that was naturally making me feel very shy.

Dr. Desai: You are lucky Madam… you will naturally feel less pain.

Me: Why? (I asked foolishly)

Dr. Desai: Madam, you have a very full ass … fleshy and attractive… that will curtail the pain in a big way… he he he…

“Attractive”? What did Dr. Desai mean? How could he comment like that about a married woman I wondered?

Mama-ji: So you mean that appropriate flesh at right places is good doctor!

Dr. Desai: Oh! Certainly Sir. A fleshy organ for a woman is always an advantage for taking an injection… may it be the buttocks, the thighs, the breasts… anywhere.

Mama-ji: Breasts! Do you push needles there also doctor?

Dr. Desai: Of course, if the need be! And lady patients with a plump body are always at an advantage point at least in terms of pain and Madam surely qualifies that with her butt size and for that mater her breasts too. Ha ha ha…

I felt like stranded as I heard the young doctor quite openly and unhesitatingly praising my fleshy curvy figure.

Mama-ji: But… I mean… if you don’t mind doctor… I would like to know… err… when do you inject a woman in the.. I mean err… breasts? Actually this is totally a new info for me you know... so am a bit curious.

Dr. Desai: Yes Sir I admit that this is not of course a regular phenomenon and it’s slowly picking up in enlightened women who live in the metros. Actually I have myself performed this only a couple of times so far…

Mama-ji: I see!

Dr. Desai: Actually Sir this is needed during the treatment process of breast shaping, breast reduction, and breast enhancement though it’s fairly costly.

Mama-ji: Ooo! I see! I see.

Dr. Desai: Actually one of the treatments that I did was for a young married lady who obviously came from the higher strata of the society… her name was Viashnavi… Vaishnavi Paswan… yes Vaishnavi Paswan. She was suffering mentally as her breasts were smaller in size and per her report her husband was not satisfied. But believe me Sir she was a beautiful lady… fair color, almond eyes, rosy cheeks, tall figure and her breasts were not tiny…. She actually wanted to enhance her breast size and for that she was referred to me by another doctor. I treated her with injection and allied therapies.

Mama-ji: Oh! A bold lady I must say…

As Dr. Desai talked on this very “awkward” subject, he continued to feel the smooth skin of my waist with his left hand as he was holding the syringe in his right hand. His fingers crawled on the edge of my buttocks and he also was in fact trying to pull down my petticoat off my waist! I had only myself to blame for that because when I loosened my sari at my waist on Dr. Desai’s instruction, I was not too conscious and had loosened my petticoat knot also! Now my petticoat was very loosely sticking to my butts and hence it was rather easy for this man to slide it downwards! I naturally was getting stiffer as I was clearly apprehending the exposure of my panty in front of the doctor and Mama-ji!

Dr. Desai was freely palpating my waist and now in fact his fingers were touching the upper bulge of my big firm buttocks and since I was wearing my panty a bit low, I was naked to some inches below my petticoat. Obviously as the doctor’s hand moved casually downwards intruding a very intimate area of my body I was virtually shaking in anxiousness.

Dr. Desai: Ya! Vaishnavi was quite bold from that angle as because this is a very sensitive organ for any woman and the therapies are also somewhat embarrassing for a woman.

Mama-ji: Right!

Dr. Desai: I am specifically mentioning it because the process is indeed somewhat awkward for an adult woman as during her visits the time she spent in my chamber she practically had to remain without a cover on her breasts. Not only that Sir, pre and post injection time I had to clean and use anesthetics on her bosom so that she felt lesser pain and naturally I had to touch and hold her naked breasts for significant periods of time.

Mama-ji (smiling meaningfully): Obviously no other way to treat!

Dr. Desai: Yes, plus the injection therapy alone was not enough and I had to treat her with massages to supplement the injections three times a week.

Mama-ji: Oops! Massages must be very awkward for a married woman…

Dr. Desai: Yes Sir… and as you can also understand… it’s… I mean it’s quite awkward… I mean not only for the patient, but also for the doctor… because the massaging actually will not yield the maximum effect if done in the usual supine posture.

Mama-ji: Then?

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Dr. Desai: Actually the lady has to stoop so that her breasts remain hanging freely in the air…

Mama-ji: I see… then you can massage her tits from behind I guess.

Dr. Desai: Yes… actually there is a horizontal bar fixed to the wall especially meant for these type of exercises in my chamber and Vaishnavi used to bend over holding that and I massaged her breasts with medicated oils.

Mama-ji: Oh? It’s done with oils?

Not only was the conversation “tight” for me, but also the movement of Dr. Desai’s hand around my waist area was keeping me on my toes! It would be a lie to say that the doctor’s hand was roaming on my waist area because now it was wholly and squarely on my big tight ass and once or twice he even slid his fingers through my petticoat to feel my panty inside! Otherwise he was clearly feeling the smoothness and tightness my big round butt cheeks with his palm.

Dr. Desai: Not plain oil Sir, the oil is mixed with special herbal medications which aid in the growth of breast tissue and make them more resilient thereby enhancing the size and tightness also. Though it’s a time consuming process, but surely is quite effective. In fact the oil when mixed with herbs is very, very slimy and slippery, and I had a trying time with that… He he he… and hence copious amounts are also required during each session of massage.

Mama-ji: Oh! Then it must be a very messy…

Dr. Desai: Ya absolutely! I had to change to a costume for doing the massage properly. The oils are just too greasy and slimy you know….

Mama-ji: Costume?

Dr. Desai: Yes Sir, vest and shorts. And my patient though was unwilling during the initial days of massage … later agreed to… I mean… err… actually Vaishnavi used to wear long skirts and tops when she visited my chamber. She soon realized that during the massage the oils were trickling and seeping down her breasts messing her skirt miserably.

Mama-ji: And oil stains are very tough to clean.

Dr. Desai: Exactly! And that’s why I suggested Vaishnavi to take those massages wearing a towel at her waist or something like that, but as expected she was initially apprehensive, but later she was convinced and took her massages wearing a panty only.

What? I just closed my eyes. A married lady taking breast massage from this young doctor wearing just a panty was surely a bit too much, but how could I disbelieve that… as because the doctor was admitting that himself!

Mama-ji: Was she cured through your treatment? I mean did she get results?

Dr. Desai: Of course Sir. She came to me when her breast size was 29 and after the treatment for three months she had 31+ size breasts and that too without any surgery like breast implants etc. My only satisfaction was the patient was satisfied you know… and in fact Vaishnavi gave me the feedback that her husband was also quite happy with her bigger and tighter breasts. Ha ha ha…

Mama-ji: He he he….

Me: Aaaauumm…. (I muttered very softly as I was conscious that I might sound indecent)

I was stiff as a rod as I felt Dr. Desai’s hand was pushing down my petticoat halfway down my fleshy butts and his fingers were now on my panty waistband!

Dr. Desai: Oh! Sorry Madam. Actually I need to clean and anesthetize… I mean part of your bottoms also as I will push the injection low waist.

Dr. Desai did not even bother to wait for an approval from my side and simply towed my panty downwards holding its waistband! Though I was lying upside down I could easily realize that my ass crack was getting partly exposed!

Me: Eiiiiiiiiii……

I uttered silently and naturally I was very much embarrassed and my right hand automatically went back on my round bottom trying to stop Dr. Desai’s hand!

Dr. Desai was swiftly working and my panty was slipping down off my big round globes fast and my naked gaand was getting exposed before the eyes of the doctor as well as Mama-ji. I could not just remain silent anymore and had to beg for a halt.

Me: Err…. Eii… Please… stop!

Mama-ji: Arre Bahurani don’t feel shy… he is a doctor after all!

Dr. Desai: Yes Madam, nothing to feel shy about… will take only a few minutes.

Giving me no chance to obstruct or talk further, Dr. Desai just dragged my panty down forcefully and I realized more than 50% of my buttocks got brazenly exposed in front of his eyes. Dr. Desai simultaneously bunched down my loose petticoat and sari so that the view of my rear globes was absolutely unhindered. The young doctor indicated Mama-ji to hold the syringe for a while and started cleaning my waist and upper buttock area with a moist cotton. The feel of the cotton was pretty cool in the literal sense of the term and it definitely made me feel better though I was extremely nervous lying on the couch with my hips exposed so sensuously.

Dr. Desai: Y-e-h… its almost done Madam…. Just a little bit more….

As he talked his fingers softly brushed the smoothness and roundedness of my butts and each time he reached near my ass crack I was getting so excited that I invariably had goosebump all over my body. The doctor rubbed the moist cotton time and again over the exposed area of my rear globes and also on my waist. I was stiff as a stick when once or twice Dr. Desai just casually pushed the cotton ball in my ass crack even cleaning the insides!

Dr. Desai: Madam… I need to a little bit more area to be cleaned and numbed before I push the double dose … I just want to be very sure that you don’t feel much pain you know… so if you kindly push your waist up a bit…. I can pull your petticoat down a bit easily…

But that would actually make my whole ass exposed! For taking a couple of injections the compromise seemed to be too much to me! But there was no other choice for me; I had to do what the doctor wanted me to do though I knew that would leave me virtually…

I slowly pushed my waist and legs up a bit from my lying posture so that Dr. Desai could drag my petticoat further down. My eyes got closed in utter shame and nervousness as Mama-ji was also watching everything from very close quarters!

It was sooooooooo embarrassing!

Dr. Desai was rather proactive in quickly dragging my petticoat and sari further down and virtually made my entire butt area visible to him. I myself could also clearly feel that the whole of my flaring buttocks were fully out of my sari and petticoat though my panty was still clinging to my bottom! But… but that was also quite momentary as I immediately felt Dr. Desai started tugging down my panty with both hands and my big round ass was exposed completely in front of both males! As Dr. Desai forcefully dragged my panty down over my flesh bottoms, my panty naturally was getting rolled up and it remained blatantly stuck on my fleshy upper thighs. My posture was absolutely beyond description!

Mama-ji: Oiii maaaa! Ishhhh… Bahurani, you can’t see it, but your rear portion is all red due that allergy. Doctor, please push the injection quickly… I can’t see Bahurani like this…

I clenched my lips in frustration as Dr. Desai was moving his hand on my entire naked ass! My ass flesh was already emitting quite a lot of heat both due to the allergic reaction as well as feeling the touch of a male hand. But… But I could no longer feel the cotton ball in his hand… that means Dr. Desai was just plainly feeling my fleshy ass cheeks with his palm!

Dr. Desai: Yes Sir, but I must give time to the anesthetic medication to start working!

Saying that Dr. Desai continued to lewdly grope my entire naked gaand with his hand and not only that he was openly pressing and even squeezing my tight ass flesh quite openly! I wondered what that had to do with the pushing of the injection! The most embarrassing part happened when Dr. Desai simply patted my bare gaand with a few gentle slaps and as a result my entire round ass jiggled very sexily and it must have been quite a sight for both Mama-ji and the young doctor to watch!

Within a few moments I could feel the pinpoint pain of the needle going inside my body around my waist area and naturally I clenched my lips to bear the sting. I was rather surprised that Dr. Desai did not give a pause and hardly waited to push in the second injection to the other side of my waist! This was the first time in my life I took simultaneous injections and indeed it was a bit painful though surely not as much as I was anticipating, which must be due to the application of the topical anesthetic.

Dr. Desai: Done! Madam, you should be relived off your aches and itchiness very soon and I need to check that your blood spots also clear out; otherwise they might pose problems at a later stage.

As soon as I heard that I was more than eager to cover my heavy bottoms, which were still shamelessly exposed and obviously both males must have been having a gala time watching a 30-year-old married woman’s uncovered plump ass.

Dr. Desai: Uhhu… Uhu! What are you doing madam?

Me: Oh! (I stopped my hand midway; I was trying to pull my sari over my naked buttocks)

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Dr. Desai: Uhu! Don’t do that as these injections are rather viscous in nature and will take a little bit of time to flow through your blood vessels. Thus I still have to execute some more activity Madam.

Me: O! I… I….

Dr. Desai: I can understand Madam… you are feeling clumsy like this, but what to do? You must allow me to make the liquid flow manually to some extent to have the effective result quicker you know.

I was obviously surprised and honestly quite annoyed as I had to remain in that erotic posture for more time!

Mama-ji: How will you do that doctor?

Dr. Desai: Manually… I need to push and pump the fluid through the vessels…

Mama-ji: O! I see.

Within moments I felt the doctor’s warm hands on my fleshy ass cheeks. I could feel the hollow of his palms and all his ten fingers on my round ass flesh! This time he gripped my gaand flesh quite securely and started pressing them at certain points.

Me: Uuuuuiiii….. Aaaaaaaaaahhhh!

It was so disgracefully awkward to have an adult male pressing my naked ass that I could not stop emitting those soft moans very shamelessly! The doctor now almost climbed the bed and was over my body compressing and virtually kneading my tight ass flesh with his hands. The scene was simply shocking and I wondered what Mama-ji was thinking! Dr. Desai’s hands were strong and his grips on my buttocks were also very full and deliberate.

I was speechless as well as breathless. My mind ceased to work and I was getting immensely excited sexually, very directly. My pussy was now completely uncovered as Dr. Desai had already slid my panty to my thighs and I was already subtly rubbing my pelvic area on the bed! I was slowly rubbing my pussy lips on the bedcover folds under my body! Naturally my nipples under my bra were rock hard and my breasts struggled inside my tight blouse as I was getting horribly keyed up. Dr. Desai’s palms were not very smooth, at least not like my husband’s, but the way he was gripping and squeezing my ass flesh with both hands was in an awesome manner and I was unable to hide my ecstasies and started emitting loud moans!

Mama-ji: So the injected fluid gets pushed through Bahurani’s blood vessels like this! Oho…. I see! Wah! Good!

Dr. Desai: Right Sir! Though there are only a few injections which are somewhat viscous…. like the one I just administered.

Mama-ji nodded like an expert while Dr. Desai’s hands were now exactly in the middle portion of my firm protruding ass and he was massaging it abundantly and very crudely and naturally my pussy was getting wet by the minute. My whole body as if was gearing up and in fact I was struggling to keep my calm lying on the bed. I unknowingly had started pressing my big breasts more onto the bed and was rubbing them as if as an equal and opposite reaction to Dr. Desai’s progressive squeezing action. My legs were automatically getting parted, but due to my prone posture and my panty tangled in between my plump thighs, I was unable to do that properly, which in effect was making me more restless. I did not know how much the injection went past my vessels, but my heart beat had started beating like anything!

Me: Ouch!

Dr. Oops! ! Sorry Madam!

This clipped chat excerpt was nothing but the actual shameless disposition of things going on in that room. While Dr. Desai squeezed my butt flesh, his fingers for once slipped inside my ass crack, which made me shudder and obviously made me react like that. There obviously were no vessels inside my ass crack for the injection fluid to pass through and that I could easily make out was a naughty move by this young doctor, but this action (the feel of male fingers inside my ass crack) immediately set my libido to a great height and I was desperately trying to part my legs. But unfortunately I could not part my legs as much as I wanted as my panty was quite securely tangled in my robust upper thighs.

Dr. Desai: I think… its doen… ya… the medication should now pass slowly to the entire body.

Me: Uhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

Though Dr. Desai had taken off his hands off my naked butts, I was still gasping long moans. My pussy was adequately moist now, though not freely flowing yet! I was breathing very deeply and could not stop burying my face in the pillow to hide my excitement. I was still moving my ass as if as a remnant of Dr. Desai’s lewd ass squeezing. I was so disorganized - my sari was flowing on the bed and the only cover on my curvaceous back was the thin fabric of the blouse, which was also transparent enough to reveal my bra strap – with my entire ass totally uncovered and seemingly appearing very red after this heavy dose of massaging.

Mama-ji: Doctor, will it go to the upper part also? You did not do anything there?

Dr. Desai: No, actually it takes time to set off from the origin… that’s the waist and the buttocks you know… then it’s….

Mama-ji: Okay, okay! Then… I mean will this antidote alleviate Bahurani fully?

Dr. Desai: Of course Sir! Madam should be relieved of her aches and itchiness completely through this.

Mama-ji: Great! Thanks doctor!

Dr. Desai: Arre… what is there to thank… it’s my duty Sir! But you know… Well I am still a bit worried about those pinpoint blood clots… if they also clear out, nothing like it.

Mama-ji: And… and if they don’t?

Dr. Desai: Then… then… I cannot comment right now. I have to see the betterment percentage because these spots do bother at times forming greater clots on skin and are often associated with some post-injection symptoms too. But not always you know…

Mama-ji: Okay doctor.

I was trying my best to hide my sexually elated state in front of Mama-ji and Dr. Desai.

Me: Can I… doctor, can I now cover… err…

Dr. Desai: O sure Mrs. Singh! Surely! I will… I will help you…

Saying that he quickly pulled up my loose sari and petticoat over the smooth surface of my ass till my waist. From my posture I also pulled my sari with my right hand and I quickly restored my supine position. As I did that my sari pallu got displaced miserably – as it is it was loose and flowing – and with my physical elation things got worse. Before I could cover myself properly both Dr. Desai and Mama-ji must have enjoyed the view my pallu-less big-sized breasts, which had naturally pumped up within my tight blouse and my butter-colored cleavage got exposed abundantly. Hastily I pulled my sari back on my upper portion of the body and also tried to tie my petticoat at my waist.

But…

My panty was still halfway down at my midthighs! And, I could not even pull my panty up now as I had already pulled up my sari and petticoat to my waist and I was back to supine posture also. If I now try to pull up my panty from my legs, I surely had to uncover my hairy pussy in front of these males, which was simply next to impossible!

I thought it would be wise to remain quiet and settled in that position with my panty still tangled in my thighs. My pussy was totally exposed beneath my sari and petticoat and so was my ass.

Dr. Desai: Madam, please be patient for another 10-15 minutes and you should definitely feel better and improved.

Me: O… okay doctor! As you say... (I replied very meekly as I was pretty much conscious of my compromised state below my sari)

Dr. Desai started conversing with Mama-ji regarding the different cases and types of patient party he faces in the hospital to which he was attached and also on outpatient calls while I remained stationary in my lying posture - still very much uncomfortable as I could not find a clue about what to do regarding my panty which was still tangled around my thighs under my sari. I thought if I am cured of the allergic reaction soon, Dr. Desai would certainly leave and Mama-ji would surely go to see him off, and then I could easily pull up my panty. That was probably the only way because in no way I could pull up my panty off my thighs in front of these males and even if I try to do that it would be a very indecent scene. Hence I just waited for the right time.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Dr. Desai: Hmm… more than 15 minutes have passed and I think Madam should feel the difference.

Mama-ji: Okay, okay. Bahurani, are you feeling a marked improvement from your previous state?

Me: Hmm… yes, certainly. The itching has gone completely and I no longer feel any tightness also.

Dr. Desai: Any residual headache?

Me: No. No doctor….

Dr. Desai: Great! Now I need to check the pinpoint blood clots… let me see your arm Mrs. Singh once…

I forwarded my arms towards him and for a moment my posture was such it seemed I was as if welcoming him to give me a hug! I immediately corrected myself and retracted my left hand. Dr. Desai checked my arms, one by one, but his face did not look all that happy!

Dr. Desai: Let me check the legs also…

Saying that he shifted down my body and loosely pulled up my sari till my knees and was checked my legs. Dr. Desai lifted my sari so casually that I almost was going to utter an exclamation out of shyness, but I controlled myself in the nick of time. It seemed as if I was his private property!

Dr. Desai: (frowning) Hmm… Seems the allergy has gone down pretty deep… it’s still pretty much active…

Me: But doctor I am feeling significantly better and … and no itches… as I said.

Dr. Desai: Yes, obviously because you are under the action of the medication that I administered. If the clots had cleared out, I could conclude that the residual allergic component is also cleared, but no… (sighs) There is no other way but to clear it out step by step.

Mama-ji: Meaning?

Dr. Desai: I will have to check the sputum and the urine. Any one of them has to be infected still and that is why the clots are not showing signs of healing up you know.

Mama-ji: But… but those are laboratory tests and will take a day’s time at least!

Dr. Desai: Arre… no Sir! These are not those routine tests… these can be easily done here - right now.

Mama-ji: O! I thought…

Dr. Desai: Don’t worry Sir. (He opened his briefcase and took out a packet) Here are the stain indicator cards. Madam, it’s pretty simple… you take one indicator card, I mean this piece of paper, and lick it fully… I mean your saliva must soak it… and I will know instantly if your saliva is clear of the allergy or not.

Mama-ji: But… but… how doctor?

Dr. Desai: He he… I told you these are special sterilized stain indicators. The normal color of them is red (he takes out one piece of paper and shows it to me and Mama-ji) as you can see and if your saliva is infected, when you lick it, it will turn orange.

Mama-ji: Really!

Dr. Desai: Let me demonstrate it! Madam, please watch closely.

He started liking that indicator card in his hand, it was almost 2”x4” in size rectangular in shape and after about a minute’s licking, he showed us the paper, the color did not change.

Dr. Desai: So Sir, what do I conclude? My saliva is not infected with the allergic virus Madam is having!

Mama-ji: Right!

Dr. Desai handed me one indicator card and like an obedient student I started licking it. I stuck out my tongue and was painting the paper with my saliva. I must have been looking utterly indecent licking an elongated piece of paper like that, but could do hardly anything about it. My head was moving to and fro - quickly and rhythmically – I felt as if…. my action as if replicated as if I was licking the length of my husband’s penis!

Oh God!

The very thinking was making my nipples stand up inside my bra! Mama-ji and Dr. Desai were watching me do this act very intently and must have been loving every moment of it seeing a matured woman like me doing that act sticking out her tongue!

Me: (handing out the card) I think… it’s… done….

Dr. Desai: (taking the moist paper) Yes, yes Madam. Perfect!

Within moments a very surprising event took place; the indicator card started changing its color! The red color was slowly turning pale and an orangish tinge was engulfing the whole surface of the indicator and finally the color settled down to bright orange! It was like some sort of magic!

Dr. Desai: So… just see… Madam your saliva is still very much infected.

Mama-ji: Wow! This seems very easy and conclusive!

Naturally I was not at all amused by the whole development as I anticipated more medications probably.

Dr. Desai: I just want to be absolutely sure you know and would like to have the urine test done also.

Mama-ji: Yes, yes Sir. Go ahead…

I was stiff immediately. If I need to execute the urine test, I will have to go to the toilet, but with my present condition, how could I do that? I could not even stretch my legs properly as my panty was sticking in a rolled fashion very inelegantly on my upper thighs. I simply could not get up and walk normally in this state.

Me: Mama-ji, if you can give me a few minutes… I mean I just want to err… I just want fix my sari a bit and…. Its got so lose and….

Mama-ji: O! (his eyes moved all over my curvy body as if checking my sari) Yes, yes Bahurani… you fix it. Doctor, I mean… can we… can we just wait outside so that she can…

Dr. Desai: O sure! Madam, please take your time. Let me hand over the urine indicator…. Here it is…. just hold the card on your urine stream…. Bas! If there is infection the color will change, otherwise nothing will happen… Okay Madam?

Me: Yes, yes, okay.

Both males turned away from me and walked outside the room. Mama-ji was kind enough to close the door as they walked out. I felt so, so relieved. I immediately got out of the bed in a trembling posture as I could not even stretch my feet and as I stood up naturally my sari and petticoat were almost dropping off my waist as they were very loosely wrapped. I allowed my sari and petticoat to drop on the floor and quickly hauled up my panty and covered my hairy choot. I just couldn’t stop myself from fingering my pussy for a while through my panty as I was still very much in my elated state especially after licking that indicator card! Though it was just licking a paper, but doing it in front of two males and the way I had to move my tongue along the entire length of the paper made my quite horny.

I picked up my sari and petticoat from the floor and rushed to the toilet. In fact I felt a bit anxious because the door was just closed and not locked and I was standing in a pretty much exposed state. Since I had to execute the urine test, I kept my sari and petticoat on the wall hook and holding the indicator paper in one hand, I dragged down my panty till my knees with my other hand and then sat down for peeing.

Hisssssssssss…..

As my warm urine flowed on the toilet floor I held the piece of paper on the stream and within moments it got entirely soaked. I completed my voiding and kept the paper in a dry clean space and washed my hands and started getting dressed up again.

Mama-ji: Bahurani, are you done?

Me: Yes, yes. You may come in.

Dr. Desai and Mama-ji reentered the room and I was standing with that soaked paper in my hand. To my shock the paper started to change its color!

Dr. Desai: Hmm… unfortunately Madam, the infection remains both in your oral and genitourinary system.

Me: What will happen now doctor?

Naturally I was pretty much anxious and a bit depressed too as I was still carrying the germ in my body system.

Dr. Desai: See Mrs. Singh… this is a complex thing and I will have to hospitalize you in order to eradicate the germ completely.

Me & Mama-ji: WHAT? (in chorus)

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Dr. Desai: Wha…. I mean what happened? Did I say anything weird?

Me & Mama-ji: Yessss!! (chorus again)

Dr. Desai: But what’s so fearful about a hospitalization?

Me: No way! No way doctor! I can’t go there!

Mama-ji: Yes, yes. No way!

Dr. Desai: But…. but please understand… I don’t have adequate tools here to treat this condition and its just a half-day admission and Madam… I mean you will be discharged in the evening only!

Me: Out of question doctor… I will have to get back by evening time!

Dr. Desai: Get back? Get back where?

Mama-ji: Listen… listen doctor… My Bahurani has to get back to a place which is quite far off from here and that schedule cannot be altered under any circumstance.

Dr. Desai: O! I see! (visibly quite surprised) But… err… I mean I have limited resources to combat this allergic condition here. Do you get that point?

Me: Doctor… please do something. I really do not have so much time for hospitalization… Believe me! I have no other option but to get back within that timeframe… but…. but yes, I obviously want to be fully cured before that.

I as if started having palpitations because of this development and it was… it was so unexpected for me!

Dr. Desai: Look Mrs. Singh, it’s not very easy to clear out this reaction without hospital help… I am not saying it’s impossible, but would be very cumbersome you know…

Mama-ji jumped up in joy like a small boy and held Dr. Desai’s hand!

Mama-ji: Doctor if you are saying it’s not impossible… please do the treatment here… we really don’t have the option to go to the hospital.

Dr. Desai: Okay… but am really not comfortable treating Madam further here because the requisite clinical apparatus and drugs are unavailable here!

Mama-ji: Please doctor, for God’s sake… do it here.

Dr. Desai visibly was looking unhappy and surprised the way myself and Mama-ji were pressing him, but he ultimately settled to treat me in-house.

Dr. Desai: Fine. But… but it won’t be easy for you to comply with it I am telling you Mrs. Singh…

Me: Oho doctor! Don’t worry about those things… I will adjust … but please get me completely cured.

Mama-ji: Yes doctor. I want Bahurani to be completely healed before she leaves.

Me: Exactly doctor.

Dr. Desai: Umm… okay…. though I am not fully convinced… still I take your words and will treat you here.

Me & Mama-ji: Thanks a lot doctor (in chorus)

Dr. Desai: Please be patient and give me a few minutes’ time so that I can prepare the antidote for your oral system.

Me: Okay doctor.

I immediately had a brisk eye contact with Mama-ji and we both nodded and felt much relaxed that we could avoid the hospitalization. I had to get back to the ashram by evening time and Mama-ji also knows that very well and now that the doctor had agreed to treat me here, we both breathed normally.

Dr. Desai was ready with his antidote within a few minutes and it was a yellowish liquid that he prepared in a test-tube.

Dr. Desai: This is the remedy which you will need to keep in your mouth as long as possible Madam for best results.

It seemed simple enough to me and I readily nodded.

Dr. Desai: This solution when get mixed with your saliva and the other parts of your mouth cavity will clear out the remainder oral infection.

Mama-ji: Bahurani, don’t waste time and…

Dr. Desai: No, no… Don’t haste Sir… this will be a slow acting process. We are not even doing it through the regular agent. So… you just be patient. First… Madam, you must check whether you can keep this in your mouth for a long period of time or not?

Me: What?

Dr. Desai: This drug….

Me: O… okay.

I was sitting on the edge of the bed and Dr. Desai was standing beside it while he was preparing the medicine.

Dr. Desai: (coming very near to me) Open your mouth Madam. I will trickle two drops for tasting purpose.

I opened my mouth wide for Dr. Desai to trickle the liquid.

Dr. Desai: Okay… bilkul perfect!

As soon as he said that phrase “bilkul perfect” in that setting, I immediately remembered my early teenage days when a compounder used to come to administer some vaccine drops and invariably he also said “bilkul perfect” whenever I opened my mouth wide for him to trickle the droplets of that oral vaccine.

I vividly remember the incident because that old compounder did something additional which kept me “alert” all day after he left! I used to call him “compounder-chacha” and I was only 13-14 years of age and was quite innocent to gather what he did while administering the vaccine. He invariably held my shoulder when he asked me to open my mouth and when he brought the vaccine bottle close to my mouth he himself bent and slipped his hand off my shoulder to my arm. It was probably a 10-12 drop dose, but that man took a long time as he trickled only one drop at a time. My mother always remained present there, but she probably concentrated only on the arm administering the vaccine and must had been quite ignorant about the other hand of compounder-chacha.

Compounder-chacha used to hold my arm just above my elbow and his thumb would invariably poke and rub my perky tit over my top or whatever I wore. At that age when I was at home I did not wear a brassiere and since compounder-chacha used to come to our house to administer the vaccine, he always would find me in a braless state. My breasts though at that age were naturally pretty small, but were developing and rubber-tight in nature. Moreover, in those days the tops that I used to wear were pretty thin and when compounder-chacha poked his thumb deep and strong on my nimble tits, I felt as if he was touching my naked breasts! I used to feel hot, my ears got red, and my tiny nipples would raise their heads inside my dress. And… compounder-chacha would unmistakably trace my nipple over my dress at one go and pressed his thumb right over it while he trickled the vaccine in my mouth.

Though on initial days, I got scared and coiled in, my heart drummed so loud that I feared that my mom would listen to it! But… but unknowingly I also liked the whole sensation! It was naturally a taboo for me, but as soon as his thumb pressed on my tiny tit, I started feeling “great”. The whole period of time his thumb pressed and moved over my small breast, the feeling was simply indescribable. And even after compounder-chacha left, the whole day that feeling used to surround me! But since the vaccination process was once in 2-3 months, the effect was fortunately limited.

But one day things just got worse for me because when compounder-chacha came to administer the vaccine, it was raining heavily. My mother closed the windows of my room while compounder-chacha had already opened his vaccine bottle. As I heard “bilkul perfect” while I opened my mouth wide for him, honestly I was clearly anticipating chacha’s thumb any moment on my breast area. Right at that moment my mom requested compounder-chacha to carry on while she would close the other windows of the house as it was raining quite heavily by then. As I heard footsteps of my mom going out of the room, I immediately felt chacha’s thumb of my left breast. In fact I was anticipating it too!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Chacha immediately started to feel and press my tiny breast with his thumb and unfortunately for me that day I was wearing a front-open top, which had buttons all the way till my waist and naturally since I was at home I was not wearing any bra. My tiny roundish tits were freely hanging inside my top. Within moments I could realize compounder-chacha was pushing his finger through the gap between the buttons in my top while he trickled the vaccine in my mouth. I shivered and was literally shaken up as I felt his cold fingers directly touching my warm breast! I was stiff as a rock and had closed my eyes in fear and in joy of the unknown. As the vaccine trickled inside my mouth, compounder-chacha was pressing and rubbing my naked breast with his strong fingers. I could realize something hard was also pushing me on my back, which was nothing but compounder-chacha’s khada lund. At that age I was too innocent to gather why he was doing so and remained stiff although I liked his fingers on my warm breast. Very soon chacha pushed all his fingers through my top and was trying to squeeze my tiny mammary! As I felt he was rolling and tweaking my tiny nipple with his fingers, I started to tremble in fear and excitement. My left nipple was growing inside his fingers and compounder-chacha quickly held and twisted my nipple very hard with his fingers. I almost shrieked out and was absolutely breathless. He was repeating this action and I was unable to sit calm on the chair. My hands automatically went to my legs and I was involuntarily pulling up my short skirt and feeling my thighs. My eyes were closed and there were goosebump all over my body. Compounder-chacha’s fingers were constantly twisting and pressing my tiny tight boob with special attention towards my boiled rice grain like nipple. I was literally panting with my legs wide apart and myself holding the hem of my skirt almost at my crotch area when I heard footsteps of my mom coming back. I was alert enough to straighten my skirt and cover my legs and compounder-chacha also quickly withdrew his hand from the inside of my top and also straightened my top, but was still pressing my tit with his thumb from outside. My mother could never know how compounder-chacha groped her teenage daughter during this vaccination process, which continued for almost a year!

Dr. Desai trickled a few drops of that antidote in my open mouth and I literally jumped off the bed – the taste was so, so bitter and pungent. I was shaking my head vigorously and virtually threw up the liquid from my mouth.

Me: Urgg… Wack! Impossible… I can’t take this! Urgg… It’s… it’s too bitter!

Dr. Desai: Just see! These are the problems of treating you at home! That’s why I was pressing for hospitalization!

Me: But… but I am pretty certain doctor that I could not have taken this even in the hospital!

Dr. Desai: Oho Madam! I would have used drip there naaa…

Mama-ji: Doctor, no other way?

Dr. Desai: Hmm… there is one way, but that’s… that’s not… I mean that’s quite a and cumbersome one!

Mama-ji: Try that… please try that doctor!

Dr. Desai: But… but will Madam be comfortable?

Me: I can do anything for not gulping that liquid down… it’s so tart! Wack! My tongue is still burning doctor! Uff!

Dr. Desai: Okay, then listen carefully….

Me: Okay! (I again seated down)

Dr. Desai: Have you seen mouth to mouth respiration which is provided for artificial ventilation?

Me: No… I mean I have not….

Mama-ji: You mean resuscitation for emergent purposes?

Dr. Desai: Yes exactly!

Mama-ji: Yes, yes. I myself had done that in my sporting days!

Dr. Desai: Okay, that’s great! If I use that technique, this pungent taste can be eliminated. Actually the compound which is creating this repulsive taste can be broken down if saliva is used as the dissolving medium. I will use my saliva as the dissolving medium and can apply that on Madam’s mouth you know….

Mama-ji: Then what are you waiting for doctor?

Dr. Desai: No, no, but Madam must realize the thing and agree before I proceed.

Me: I could not grasp it Mama-ji…

Mama-ji: Beti, you must have seen that if a person goes unconscious his mouth is sucked for artificial breathing… doctor sahib is saying if that method is applied, he can eliminate the bitter part of the medication and you can then easily keep that in mouth.

Me: O… okay…

Though I said “okay” I was still trying to gather what Dr. Desai wanted to do exactly. “…if that method is applied…” – which method? I was trying to build that in my mind. “…a person goes unconscious and his mouth is sucked…” – Will Dr. Desai suck… SUCK my mouth or what?! O my God! How could I allow that? I was indeed confused and anxious.

Mama-ji: Doctor, you please go ahead… Bahurani, don’t worry, everything will be alright soon!

Dr. Desai was soon busy preparing another solution in a test tube and I was wondering what was in store for me!

Dr. Desai: Yes Madam, you just relax, you soon will be perfectly okay. I have applied this method earlier also for in-house cases… yes I agree it’s a bit clumsy especially for grownup ladies, but it’s not that awkward that you might be anticipating.

Mama-ji: The main objective is to get my Bahurani well as soon as possible. And for that this much trouble she can withstand surely.

Me: But Mama-ji I am still not…

Mama-ji: Rely on doctor sahib Beti! Not to bother…

Dr. Desai: Yes Mrs. Singh… if you trust me, you will soon be alleviated from this residual allergic reaction in your body.

Me: Okay… I surely trust you doctor… But … but err… I mean… am still not sure what you will do exactly?

Dr. Desai: Simple Madam! I will take this antidote in my mouth so that it gets adequately mixed with my saliva and then pass it on to your entire mouth replicating the mouth-to-mouth suction process.

Me: Pass it to my mouth…. I mean how?

Mama-ji: Com’ on Bahurani! Obviously through his mouth!

Me: Ouuhhhh! (Naturally I was quite scared though I tried my best to act normally)

Dr. Desai: Madam, don’t panic! I have done this before to a few women quite successfully, but…

I was still not able to digest the fact that this man would give me a mouth suck!

Mama-ji: But what doctor?

Dr. Desai: Neither of them was married. Ha ha ha…

Mama-ji: That should not be a problem doctor…

Dr. Desai: No… actually Sir, all the girls that I had treated misunderstood this procedure with kissing and acted very rigidly.

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Mama-ji: Oh! Ha ha hah! But my Bahurani is married…

Dr. Desai: Absolutely! And Madam (turning towards me), you should certainly be able to distinguish this process from kissing as you must be very familiar with kisses in your married life. (He was smiling eyeing my pink juicy lips)

I just nodded like a fool not knowing what to reply!

Dr. Desai: Madam, can you define a kiss? I just… err… actually my aim is to make you clear about the procedure so that you do not misinterpret my effort you know.

I was puzzled and looked blank. I never encountered such a question in my life!

Dr. Desai: Com’ on Madam! It’s not that hard… you must have experienced that several times with your husband!

Me: No… I mean err… to put it in words is difficult doctor…(I blushed and giggled)

Dr. Desai: You mean to say that it’s easier for you to demonstrate?

Me: NOOOOOOO! I didn’t mean that…. (I was now all red and naturally felt very shy and looked towards the floor)

Mama-ji: Ha ha hah! That was a good one doctor! Baurani, you are caught my dear!

Dr. Desai: Okay, okay! Let me explain it to you Madam… kiss is to touch or caress with the lips as an expression of affection, amorousness, etc. where the main organ are the lips… Right Madam?

I shyly nodded.

Dr. Desai: But here the main organ would be the tongue because the antidote-mixed saliva will be transferred through my tongue into the insides of the patient’s mouth. So actually it’s not really a mouth-to-mouth suction process, but predominantly a mouth-to-mouth transfer process where lips have no part to play. That’s how its different from a kiss Madam. Am I clear?

I just nodded. What more could I do listening to such erotic treatment process!

Mama-ji: Bah! Its crystal clear now doctor!

Dr. Desai: Let me ask you one question… I mean… so that things remain unambiguous…. Well Madam, is your husband around?

Me: No… I mean not present here…. but why?

Mama-ji: Actually he is out of town.

Dr. Desai: O! That’s great!

Me: What do you mean? (I was visibly surprised)

Dr. Desai: Oho! Please don’t take me otherwise Madam. Actually there were a couple of bitter experiences with my fellow doctors initiating this procedure in the presence of the husband of the lady patient.

Mama-ji: But… but why?

Dr. Desai: I don’t know the exact reason… may be my colleagues did not elaborate the process enough to the patient party and they thought the doctor was trying to kiss their wives and were pretty agitative!

Mama-ji: No, no… no such confusion here doctor. Firstly, Rajesh… I mean her husband is not here, but I think even if he was there, the way you have explained do not leave any scope for uncertainty. Isn’t it Bahurani?

Me: Hmm… ye… yes, yes.

I tried to act normal though my heart had started drumming in anticipation of tasting an “unknown” man’s tongue in my mouth!

Dr. Desai: Okay Sir! The solution is ready… Madam… if you can just come here and stand near me… because this cannot be performed in sitting or lying posture you know. So... if you can….

I stood up from the bed, adjusted my sari pallu on my breasts, and stepped shyly towards Dr. Desai. I was extremely anxious now and my palms and feet turned colder. I was already breathing heavily and with Mama-ji present in the room I was all the more nervous and feeling rather timid.

Dr. Desai: Once I take this medication in my mouth I won’t be able to talk… so will explain in advance how this procedure will go about. Okay Madam?

I again nodded very shyly.

Dr. Desai: I will have to do the whole process in three steps because the whole amount of the liquid in this test tune must go inside your mouth. So whatever I do at the first go, I will repeat two more times. Okay? I will take the liquid in my mouth, wait a while, and then slowly move my tongue throughout your entire buccal cavity so that the antidote is well mixed in your saliva. You can gulp down the antidote but make sure that it stays for some time in your mouth. Am I clear Madam?

Me: Hayes… I mean yes. (I almost whispered)

I was exhaling very warm breaths already and my boobs were going up and down inside my blouse faster than ever.

Dr. Desai: Madam, I know you will feel a bit clumsy, but… really there is no other option also as you can see. And another thing, I will have to hold you for support as I must ensure that the antidote reaches every corner of the insides of your mouth… Okay? So would you mind if I hold your waist during the procedure?

Huh! Within seconds he would put his tongue inside my mouth and he was seeking permission whether he could hold my waist! Huh! A real height of decency!

Me: O…okay doc… doctor.

My thinking was literally getting jumbled up. Dr. Desai took the test tube and bent over his open mouth so that some liquid poured inside and then kept it in a stand. He gurgled it silently and then came very near to me. My heart was beating so fast and loud that it seemed that I could hear it myself! He indicated me to open my mouth and positioned himself to an absolute hug-posture and descended his mouth on mine!

Naturally my eyes got closed and I could feel his warm “manly” breath all over my face. Dr. Desai was not in any kind of haste and was very slow in his actions. I was standing with my mouth wide open and he was as if inspecting the insides of my mouth. I had my eyes closed and hence could not discern what he was doing. I suddenly felt his hands lifting my head up a shade. I opened my eyes and realized that he was positioning my mouth so that it’s comfortable for him to transfer the liquid. I closed my eyes again. He was holding me by my jaws and now his fingers were lightly brushing my soft smooth cheeks and the sides of my long neck. I was certainly feeling excited, again!

I could feel he dropped his hands and his mouth was very close to me. I could inhale a nice minty smell from his mouth. My whole body got a shiver as I felt his warm hands touch my waist and slowly Dr. Desai pressed his hands on my waist feeling the flesh on my lower abdomen. My whole body automatically bent a bit and my tight boobs brushed his chest. I was alert and tried to keep the minimum gap between our bodies. I was glad that Dr. Desai was also maintaining that and not trying to be “too close”.

For the first time now, Dr. Desai touched his lips on mine and he slowly sprinkled the liquid that was in his mouth into mine. The amount of the liquid was very minimum, but… but there was an amazing difference in taste! This solution did not at all have a pungent flavor, but on the contrary had a rather sweet taste! I was bowled over both by the sweet taste of this liquid as well as the mint aroma of Dr. Desai’s mouth. I started to inhale very deeply as I soon found Dr. Desai exploring the insides of my mouth with his tongue leisurely. His lips for the first time were pressing against my lower lip and his tongue protruded out to lick my tongue!

My hands were all along hanging by my sides but what was happening right now made me involuntarily guide my hands towards his waist for support. My eyes were closed throughout and I could feel the smooth leather of his belt over his trousers. Dr. Desai was moving his tongue inside my mouth and was reaching all corners and it really seemed he was honest to his job! The position was so intimate that if he wanted he could have easily twisted his tongue with mine playfully and sucked my lower lips. But he was not doing that! On the converse, myself being a married woman and feeling a man’s tongue inside my mouth as if prompted me to go crazy. I was surely losing some control over me and I was getting enticed. I forwarded my open mouth more and more towards him and in the process was staring to press my tight mammaries on his chest. This went on for a minute more when Dr. Desai parted from my mouth.

Dr. Desai: (breathing heavily for the first time) Ah! Well! That’s done… Madam, are you okay?

Me: (panting vigorously) Ufff! Hufff! Ye… yes.

I was undoubtedly feeling quite elated and was already feeling weak on my knees; I stood rather sexily with my waist bent and my heavy buttocks protruding backwards accenting my euphoric condition. My lips were parted and I could very much sense the itching sensation within my panty. Dr. Desai was taking the second cycle of medication in his mouth while I was almost struggling to stand properly at the end of the first dose! Expectedly I was feeling rather very hot and sweaty already and my blouse armpits were depicting that generously.

Dr. Desai was ready with the second dose and came near me. Mama-ji had been a silent spectator sitting on the bed. Though I was feeling very awkward to pose like that with the doctor in front of my elderly relative, but the passion of the whole setting was overtaking my awkwardness quite rapidly. Hence the second time when Dr. Desai approached me with the antidote in his mouth, I was more extrovert through my physical movements. I opened my mouth for him and quite eagerly forwarding my face towards Dr. Desai! Previously at the beginning I had kept my hands at my sides, but this time my libido was flowing and I held him by his waist. Dr. Desai also seemed to be more relaxed and confident compared to first time, as he held me quite firmly over my waist, this time clearly downwards his fingers more inclined to feel my bulging sari-covered ass!

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As experienced during the first dose, this time also as Dr. Desai descended his lips near mine, his manly breaths were all over my face and he slowly transferred the yellow liquid from his mouth to mine. I was trembling in exhilaration with his tongue touching mine because this time the approach was much different and more intimate much like… in fact much like my husband! Naturally my fingers on his waist dug deep underlining very clearly to Dr. Desai regarding my fondness to his approach. This time he was almost hugging me quite close to his body as a result of which the peaks of my twin upper globes were being pressed on his body ‘constantly’. Unlike first time, Dr. Desai was not withdrawing from me and was surely enjoying the steady and continual feel of my full-sized tits.

As soon as Dr. Desai finished transferring the yellow antidote inside my mouth, his lips slowly pressed on mine! It was a shameless open kiss – that too in front of Mama-ji - Dr. Desai did not keep any cover and hugged me pretty tightly with my heavy breasts pressing on his body and he was sucking my lower lips aloud!

Smoooooooooooooooooch!

His minty breaths were making me go wild and I was literally shaking in kissing pleasure. I could feel the doctor’s hands gradually slipped down from my waist to my sari-covered big round ass. The action was so evident that I momentarily thought that Mama-ji must have been watching us and if he sees the doctor’s fingers squeezing my ass what would he think? I was unable to carry on with my thoughts as Dr. Desai was intruding pretty fast!

Dr. Desai lip-locked me and was taking me to greater heights of pleasure! I had started to pronounce soft sexy moans as his lips sucked juices of my pink lips and his hands massaging the tight flesh of my gaand. I could feel his palms were spread fully on the round surface of my buttocks and he was enjoying the firmness and smoothness of my butts adequately. Naturally I was also losing control on myself and was very shamelessly pushing my blouse-covered mammaries onto Dr. Desai’s chest.

The way things progressed I wondered what happened to the antidote!

After sucking the last drop of juice from my lower lip, Dr. Desai quickly picked my tongue and he started to lick and suck it. I was so excited at this action that I left his waist and just hugged him – it was a full fledged hug as if I was embracing my husband during lovemaking! I forgot that I was married… I forgot that I came from a decent family…. I forgot Mama-ji was present there in the room… Dr. Desai simply made me go “mad” at that point of time. As my hands encircled his body, my heavy tits got squashed on his chest and I could well realize the stir under his trousers pressing on my pelvic area.

As Dr. Desai continued to concentrate on my tongue and was sucking it very adorably and in fact in return I was also sucking the taste of his manly lips. As I started kissing him on his lips in return Dr., Desai got animated and his hands moved briskly on my sari-covered gaand exploring my tight flesh. He could easily trace my panty under my sari and was moving his fingers time and again along the edge of my panty! This indeed gave him immense pleasure and was making him more animated. This was one act I hardly would get from my husband as on almost all times when we are making love I am not wearing a panty under my nighty or whatever I am wearing. But honestly I was getting great thrill as Dr. Desai was repeatedly tracing my pantyline on my firm buttocks and was even pulling and lifting its edge off my butt skin!

I was moaning much louder and more shamelessly now as the scene was indeed heating up and was totally ignorant of Mama-ji’s presence. I was afraid to even open my eyes to see what Mama-ji was doing! Ultimately Dr. Desai drew a cease line to his second antidote dosing after adequately ‘enjoying’ my voluptuous figure.

Dr. Desai: Aaaaaaaaaaah! Done!

My condition was pathetic. My pallu was dislodged off my breasts and my butter-colored cleavage was boldly exposed over my tight blouse. It goes without saying that I was literally panting and was feeling very weak at my knees. I had gone shameless to the extent that I was openly scratching my choot in front of the doctor to comfort myself!

Dr. Desai (panting to some extent) That was very well done Madam… the antidote has gone deep into your mouth now. (turning towards Mama-ji) Sir, please allow me some more time…

Mama-ji: That’s perfectly alright doctor, but this procedure … I mean it’s not okay… err… for any matured woman.

Dr. Desai: I know Sir… but what other way can I use?

Mama-ji: I am not saying that… but the way you were sucking her mouth… I think only her husband should be allowed to do that…

Dr. Desai: But husbands do not know the technique to proliferate an antidote… isn’t it Sir?

Mama-ji: Ha ha… That’s correct! But… anyone seeing you might… I mean might think otherwise…

Dr. Desai: Can’t help Sir! And I told you about my fellow doctors…

Mama-ji: Yes, yes.

Dr. Desai: And what happens you know… to get the best effect you need to secrete maximum saliva… and that’s why I have touch the patient on her body so that she keeps her mouth open… actually that’s a reflex action technique… you press the gaand of a lady and you will readily find her with an open mouth! The more open mouth, the more saliva secreted… you know.

Mama-ji: okay… okay! That’s why you were pressing Bahurani’s bottom like that…. If you hadn’t told this doctor anyone would think otherwise… he he he…

Mama-ji’s laugh echoed on the walls of the room as if magnifying my disgrace! I was still unable to look up and though my body was immensely keyed up, my senses had not yet dried up completely! Actually my elated physical state was not permitting me to fight with my mind and I was feeling extremely weak and would love to sit down, rather lie down on the bed… My pussy had started to drain and I was sweating profusely now; beads of sweat crowned my forehead, cleavage, and my upper and mid thighs (under my sari). My whole body had a sweet ache and I as if was straining to keep my undergarments on!

Dr. Desai: Now the last part Madam! For this you will have to secrete maximum saliva and there is a change in approach as this time you will suck my mouth to get the antidote. As me why?

Me (very meekly): Whai… I mean why?

Dr. Desai: Because this process will aid you ooze out more dribble. Right?

I just nodded as I already had started anticipating something “more” this time. Was that not natural?

Dr. Desai: If I feel you are not secreting enough saliva I might just… I mean… as I was pressing your bottoms…. I might do something else to make you generate more dribble. Please don’t take that otherwise… He he he… Okay Madam?

I was just stunned to observe the courage of this doctor that he was virtually obtaining the license to hug, caress, and grope me and that too in front of my elderly relative!

Dr. Desai: Sir, please wait for some more minutes… I am almost done with this antidote!

Mama-ji: Sure, sure!

Dr. Desai trickled the remainder of the yellow liquid from the test tube in his mouth and stepped towards me. I felt so ashamed that I could not even look into his eyes. This time his approach was very bold and he virtually acted like my husband! He just held my elbows and drew me towards him. I almost collided… my heavy jiggling breasts collided with his chest and then he directly held me by my buttocks and bent his mouth on me. His palms fully rested on my ample buttocks and immediately started squashing my flesh there! He parted his lips for me and I took a deep inhalation of his minty mouth odor and protruded my tongue into his mouth. I licked the liquid on his tongue and was trying to sip as much as possible. Dr. Desai as if was waiting for this opportunity and he readily locked my tongue in between his lips and started sucking it.

Me: Uuuuuuuuuiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiihhhhh!

I could not stop emitting such a sound such was the heat of the action! I was immediately lip-locked and was enjoying his kiss very thoroughly. I was simply overjoyed and my whole body bent like a bow towards him. My big-sized firm boobs pressed very hard on his body and the feeling of them must have excited him very much and he was squeezing my round butts with more vigor. I was feeling out of breath and was slowly retracting my tongue out of his lips, but he was very keen to suck my juicy tongue and did not allow me to do so and indicated me by strongly pinching my soft gaand!