Adultery Guru Ji Ka Treatment by Mai Hu Na

[Ramesh_Rocky]

Sunita Bhabie: No, no… I mean… actually…
Ritesh: Actually Anita, you know, the waves are so forceful up there that somehow Bhabie’s petticoat was swept
away and hence she is feeling ashamed. But it was the same for me also… I also lost my shorts too. What to do?
The waves are just too commanding and violent there.
Me: O! I see.
I replied very innocently and normally so that they do not feel uncomfortable.
Me: Don’t feel ashamed Bhabie. It’s us only! No one else is here.
The rickshaw-puller and Ritesh was quickly carrying Bhabie towards the shore and I followed them. As they
approached the shore, the water level was significantly down here and Bhabie’s naked ass, choot, and legs were
fully exposed to all of us in clear daylight. She was totally naked below her waist hanging in air being held by hands
and legs by two men.
The scene was just awesome! Seeing a matured married woman like that was just unbelievable! I noticed that
Bhabie had closed her eyes, in shame probably. Now we could locate a small red crab clinging to her big toe of left
foot and a blood clot in that region.
Rickshaw-puller: As I expected Sahib, it’s a crab. They are very dangerous.
Ritesh: But we don’t have any medicine here! Blood is coming out.
Rickshaw-puller: Relax Sahib! I will take care.
As they kept Bhabie on the sands at the shore, the two men seemed mesmerized getting an unhindered view of
Bhabie’s hairy choot. The slit was very long and dense silky pubic hairs ran throughout both flanks of her choot.
Anyone could recognize that Bhabie’s choot was an overused one and she definitely has had a happy married life as
the pussy lips had hung open without any external effort.
Sunita Bhabie: Anita, give me something…. Please… I can’t remain like this forever.
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, first let me get that thing out of your feet, otherwise you might get badly poisoned.
Ritesh: Absolutely. Bhabie just keep quiet and be patient. Let him get that crab out first.
Ritesh must have been enjoying the sight of a 40-year-old woman’s open pussy and he wanted her to remain in that
state in the open for some more time. He himself was naked and his lund was dangling in the air so awkwardly. He
was time and again scratching and tickling his dick seeing Bhabie’s matured choot. I was definitely feeling very odd
as naturally my eyes time and again was directed towards his lund as it swayed in the air. I sat near Bhabie’s head
and was consoling her.
The rickshaw-puller seemed an expert at this job and quickly got the crab out of Bhabie’s toe and there was
profuse bleeding from the injured spot. I was surprised to see that he did not throw away the crab to the sea, but
prisoned it in a handkerchief.
Me: Arre! Why are you keeping the crab?
Rickshaw-puller: I do not know how much poison it has injected in Madam’s body, I may need this crab later to take
out the poison.
Ritesh: Is it possible? Really?
Rickshaw-puller: Yes Sahib! You city people won’t know these village tricks, but I hope we don’t need that.
Ritesh: Thanks yaar. Good to have you, otherwise we would have been in trouble. Uff! Anita, you know, I got pretty
scared when Bhabie first screamed. How do you feel now Bhabie?
Sunita Bhabie: It’s paining more… the crab being removed!
Ritesh: Eh? How can that be?
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, as I said these crabs have poison in their claws and it has injected that in your body. I
need to get the venom out. Sahib, some more work left.
Ritesh: Okay, but how to do that?
Rickshaw-puller: I will suck that out. Will take some time, but Madam will be fully okay.
Sunita Bhabie: Ritesh, please… take me to a cover… I am feeling very uncomfortable to lie in the open like this.
Anita… you can feel naa…
Ritesh: Okay, okay. But where to find a cover in this beach?
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, here is your shorts and Madam’s petticoat. Lets take her to the temple.
Ritesh: Temple? Where on earth did you get a temple here?
Rickshaw-puller: Just behind that bush. It’s an abandoned temple. No one uses it.
Ritesh: Okay. Anita, help Bhabie to wear this.
Ritesh quickly got into his shorts and I wrapped Bhabie’s lower half with that wet petticoat. She looked
extraordinarily decent as I did that after reaming without any cover on her pussy and ass for such a long time!
Rickshaw-puller: Quick Sahib! If we are late, the poison will spread.
Ritesh: Right, right.
They again held Bhabie like they had taken her out of the water and this time I aided in holding her head. None of
us noticed that broken structure behind the bush prior. It was a temple, but that has to be very long back; only
some remains of the original structure represented its entity. Bhabie was laid on the floor of the temple and she
was actually reporting some acute pain in her left leg now.
Rickshaw-puller: Don’t worry Madam, it will be okay in some minutes if you are patient. Sahib, come here once.
The two men whispered amongst each other and Bhabie looked very anxious.
Ritesh: Anita, can you do us a favor?
Me: What?
Ritesh: He says that since this is a temple and if any local person sees him here, that would be lead to a big chaos
and turmoil, as he is belongs to low caste.
Me: These things still remain here?
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, though we work in the city for our livelihood, we basically are from the village and these
things are very stringent here.
Me: Okay, I can understand. What do you want me to do?
Ritesh: You just stand outside and keep your eyes open. If you see any local person coming towards this place, just
alert us. That’s all.
I agreed and went outside the temple, but after some moments only my sixth sense was knocking me to keep an eye
on the two males. I was pretty sure that Ritesh would not leave Bhabie today without fucking, but this crabincident
seemed to have put an obstacle in his way. I immediately shifted my position from the front of the temple
to its backside and I made my way through the shrubs and bushes and tried to be as silent as possible. Soon I
discovered an opening in the wall from where I could view the spot where Bhabie was lying. I felt like patting my
back myself!
I could hear Ritesh and that man’s voice very clearly.
Ritesh: He is an expert in this Bhabie. If you do not agree to what he says the poison will spread to your body. Why
don’t you understand? Would you like to go to the hospital then?
Sunita Bhabie: No, but… Ritesh… how can I…. I am a woman afterall.
Ritesh: Bhabie! Please. Which is more important, you decide yourself – this poison proliferating in your body or your
shame?
Sunita Bhabie: That’s okay, but still… Err… he is an outsider…
Ritesh: Bhabie, will you ever get a crab bite in your life? No naaa… so…
Sunita Bhabie: Hmm… okay…but please ask him to do it fast.
Ritesh: Sure Bhabie.
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, there is no other way. As I said, I will first taste the blood from your toe and then will
taste blood from the cut I have just made. If there is a difference in taste, then you are saved, otherwise…
Sunita Bhabie: O God!
Ritesh: Don’t waste time. Proceed.
Rickshaw-puller: Okay Sahib!
The rickshaw-puller sat near Bhabie’s feet and first took her left foot and raised it significantly to his mouth level.
Automatically Bhabie’s petticoat hiked up and a sexy upskirt was in offer. I noted Ritesh was ogling at that. The
man started sucking her toe and she was visibly very uncomfortable at this action. Bhabie must be getting some
stimulation as she felt the hot tongue on her toe. Then he raised his mouth and came over Bhabie’s body on her fair
thighs. He directly raised her petticoat up her legs exposing Bhabie’s smooth plump thighs. Again her legs were
almost fully uncovered and they looked like two banana trees. The rickshaw-puller took his mouth on her left thigh
and started sucking the cut mark there. That cut mark must have been made while I was outside the room. Bhabie
now looked very sexy with just a bra and her raised petticoat and that man’s tongue licking the cut area on her
thigh.


Sunita Bhabie: Oooooo….. Usssssssssh!
I could well realize that Bhabie was unable to control her expressions and like any matured woman she was starting
to moan getting a suck in her mid thighs. I noticed Ritesh was watching the whole process and was openly
scratching his stiff lund inside his shorts sitting by Bhabie’s side. It looked so very vulgar that way he was doing
the scratching through his wet shorts.
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, hard luck! The taste is the same! The poison has already reached till this part of Madam’s
leg.
Ritesh: Oh! Anyway, go ahead. What needs to be done has to be done. Bhabie please cooperate and hopefully
everything will be all right. But oh! This time I will surely catch a cold if I continue to wear this wet thing.
Rickshaw-puller: Yes Sahib, get rid of that.
Ritesh immediately got up and opened his shorts very casually and got naked in front of Bhabie and that man.
Surely Bhabie was having a “tough” time – had the crab bite, lost her petticoat in the water current, Ritesh
snatched off her panty, and time and again seeing an elder male fully naked. I noticed Ritesh was standing just near
her head and Bhabie surely was getting a great view of his erect lund and his balls.
Ritesh: Bhabie you will also catch a cold if you continue to wear that wet blouse!
Sunita Bhabie: Y… yes? No, no, I am okay.
Bhabie stammered as she was attentively watching his stiff naked penis.
Ritesh: What okay? Do you want to additionally catch a fever in getting cured from this crab bite?
Saying that he sat down on the floor on his naked ass and attempted to open Bhabie’s blouse.
Sunita Bhabie: Eiiii… What are you doing? Please don’t.
Ritesh: Oho Bhabie! Everything can be seen through this… No use wearing this wet rag, I tell you.
Sunita Bhabie: May be… but still…. Ritesh, don’t open it. Please.
Ritesh: See… it’s sopping wet, you will catch a cold my dear. Be a good girl!
In trying to gauge how much wet her blouse was, Ritesh was actually playfully caressing her big round tits directly.
When he saw Bhabie was reluctant to take off her blouse, he openly grabbed her both boobs with his tow hands
and started squeezing them while Bhabie remained lied on the floor. I could well understand that Bhabie was in a
hopeless position and within minutes Ritesh was able to persuade her and stripped her off her blouse in front of
that rickshaw-puller. Bhabie now lay in her wet white brassiere and petticoat, the latter had already climbed up
alarmingly over her plump thighs.
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib shall I proceed?
I wondered what the plan was and anxiously remained glued to this very erotic setting.
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, as I said, I shall take saliva from your mouth and spread it there…
I was shocked to notice the man indicating to Bhabie’s gaand!
Rickshaw-puller: …and then use the crab to extract the venom from your body. Don’t worry Madam, have faith on
me. Actually this is a belief that goes with us. If the poison spreads into one’s body from a crab bite, the crab is
allowed to bite that person once again and we believe when the crab tastes the same blood, it in fact sucks the
poison back.
Ritesh: Hmm… seems logical!
Sunita Bhabie: But… I am really uncomfortable with that part…
Ritesh: Oho Bhabie, we just had a talk on this. You only told that you don’t want to reveal this incident to Uncle and
that’s why I suggested you just tell you cut your toe on a shell on the shore…
Sunita Bhabie: No, no, that’s all right, but…
Ritesh: But what? You want to hide the second bite from Uncle and surely if its on your hand, leg, or abdomen,
Uncle might easily spot it! I thought his suggestion was brilliant! If the cut is made on your gaand, it would be the
safest bet. That part always remains covered with your sari, salwar-kamiz, or nighty - whatever you wear.
Sunita Bhabie: I agree, but still Ritesh…
Ritesh: Arre! Again but! Then as a precaution just make sure that for the next few days you always wear a panty
below your sari so that Uncle can’t see the cut mark.
Sunita Bhabie: Uff! Will you teach me on that? I agree on that, but… can you not take my saliva?
Ritesh: Hmm. Hey you? What do you say?
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, if Madam feels she is comfortable giving her saliva to you, certainly you can pick it up.
Ritesh: Bah! Fine. Are you satisfied now? Uff! Bhabie… The way you are behaving naa….
Saying that he openly pinched Bhabie’s juicy boob from above her brassiere in front of the rickshaw-puller. Bhabie
seemed to be quite immune to this sort of shamelessness by now!
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, you fill your fingers with Madam’s saliva and then rub it on her gaand. Madam, you need to
take off your pe… I mean your petticoat.
Sunita Bhabie: Huh!

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Uday: Uff! A very tricky situation Guru-ji indeed!

Guru-ji: Absolutely! But when she told me that she wanted to visit Prayag shortly with Gurudev and before going there she wanted to learn swimming from me - I could realize things were falling in place.

Guru-ji glanced at all of us once before narrating further and we obviously were quite glued to his yarn. Myself, Natasha and Sudha had as if completely forgotten of our semi nudity and the way we were exposing in wet clothes, but were only keen to know how the narrative unfolds!

Guru-ji: I readily accepted Guru-mata’s request and assured that we would begin from tomorrow as the time span was short.

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As Guru-ji was all set to tell us about his encounter with his Guru-mata regarding this inverted nipple case, suddenly we heard a big “BOOOOOOOOOOOOM” – it was indeed a blast-like sound which made all of us tremble for a second. We all, including Guru-ji, were startled by the sound which came from outside and the lights in the room went off instantaneously. Everybody was naturally puzzled for some moments till Nirmal was the first one to react. He briskly ran out of the room to find out what happened. We all followed him with Guru-ji leading our way.

“Guru-ji! Guru-ji!” the cry was coming from the kitchen of the ashram and within a second Rajkamal appeared before us.

“Guru-ji… There’s a… there’s a ba… baa… blast from the gas cylinder and the… and the electric line has caught fire! Do something quickly!”

Guru-ji ordered us to go to Meenakshi’s room and stay there until things are under control and he ran towards the kitchen with Uday and Rajkamal. We all were shocked by the quick turning of events, but we had little to do and obeyed Guru-ji’s orders. I wondered if there was a fire how they would extinguish it as there was no chance to get a fire engine in this remote area. The wto sisters, Sudha and Natasha, and myself were pretty much anxious and restless as we sat in Meenakshi’s room though Meenakshi assured us not to worry and that Guru-ji would take things under control soon.

Fortunately our Nirmalta Parikshan was over and we were in the Pavitra Vastra as prescribed by Guru-ji. Hence there were no hiccups at least to the ashram process for all three of us. We remained shut in Meenakshi’s room for a significant period of time and at last then came to know that the fire was under control, but the kitchen was badly affected and so was the whole electric wiring of the ashram. Guru-ji declared that there will be suspension of all ashram activities for the next 48 hours and all his resident ashram disciples and devotees (except females) along with some villagers would work on an emergent basis to get things right again and to get to a normal working status.

Though the situation inside the ashram was very tense, I was honestly pretty happy to get a break. The concluding part of the Maha-yagya for me was rescheduled by Guru-ji at midnight two days later and the treatment for Natasha and Sudha’s nipple deformity was also rescheduled two days later at noontime. Guru-ji was very systematic in his approach and informed all our family members at home adequately about the emergency situation at the ashram and that we were all safe there and about the delay in treatment process for this accident. Myself and the two sisters were quite joyous and were about to plan to a quick trip to the riverside the next day, but Meenakshi certainly had other plans for me!

Meenakshi (suddenly pulling me to a corner away from Natasha and Sudha whispered in my ears): Madam, this is a great opportunity… its God gifted… I cannot allow it to go begging…I must grab it…

I was naturally taken aback as I could not comprehend what she was trying to convey.

Me: What opportunity Meenakshi?

Actually I had completely forgotten regarding the blackmail of Meenakshi and the promise I had made to her in helping her get out of that, more so in that hustle and bustle of the ashram fire incident. I frowned at Meenaski with an almost blank look.

Meenakshi: Madam…have you forgotten? You assured me that you will help me to get out from the clutches of that thug… you remember… he is blackmailing me… I told you.

I instantly remembered.

Me: Oh! Yes, yes! Right! No, no… I have not forgotten that. How can I? A word is a word for me… you helped me so much in passing through Guru-ji’s testing… how can I be so untruthful to you?

Meenakshi: Thank God Madam… I was a bit scared when you first reacted!

Me: Arre… I was so shocked by this sudden development of fire… your words completely went off my…

Meenakshi: Naturally Madam (she smiled). I can understand that.

Me: But what have you planed to get rid of that man… what was his name??... Umm… ya… right right! Mahesh… isn’t it?

Meenakshi: Right Madam. I have the full plan ready… I will not get relief till I pin that thug down… and I am sure I will succeed if you are a little cooperative Madam.

Me: Don’t worry Meenakshi… I will try my best to help you… but… err... first tell me the…

Meenakshi: Madam… let us first have bath and have some food quickly… I am coming to your room in 15-20 minutes Madam.. okay?

Me: That’s absolutely fine.

I went back to my room. The light was not there, but it was manageable. Thankfully the fire in the ashram did not spread to a great area and our part was mostly unaffected. I took a quick shower and there was a knock at the door and I heard Meenakshi’s voice. I did not take my dress with me in the toilet and planned to get dressed coming back in room; so when I heard Meenakshi knocking I just somehow wrapped the towel around my wet naked body and opened the door.

Meenakshi: Oh! You are not done yet Madam!

Me: Its okay… you come and sit naa… am finished with my bath…I will just dress up.

I closed the door behind us and asked Meenakshi to sit on the bed while I went for my clothes in my semi-naked state.

Meenakshi: Wow Madam! You are looking stunning in this attire!

I looked at her and she was smiling wickedly.

Me: Meenakshi… don’t be silly! You will also look equally dazzling if you just wrap a towel around your body. Isn’t it? (I smiled back)

Meenakshi: Kya Madam… kaha aap ki curves… aur kaha mere curves! Kaha raja bhoj… kaha gangu teli!

We both broke out in laughter as I quickly wore my bra and panty over my towel.

Me (hooking my blouse): Enough of flattering… huh!

Though I said “huh”, in fact I enjoyed Meenakshi’s admiring stares at my figure.

Meenakshi: Even after marriage… you appear so tight and attractive! As a female even I am fascinated!

Me (tying my petticoat): Will you stop? Uff! You are just incorrigible! Huh! Why don’t you look down at your assets? They are in no way less gorgeous?

Meenakshi (looking down at her mammaries and then dropping her sari pallu to expose her blouse covered milk tanks): I only have size Madam… it lacks the tightness and shapeliness that you exquisitely possess! (she was nodding her head negatively)

Me (starting to wrap my sari around my body): But my dear… size does matter…

Meenaskhi got up and came close to me and with her both hands pinched my cheeks and we both were laughing. In fact we were in each other’s arms; she almost hugged me and my firm breasts started pressing on her big round mammaries. She gently pinched my naked waist fold just above my petticoat and whispered in my ears “you are such a sexy bitch!”

We both were laughing and giggling when suddenly Meenakshi dropped her chin and looked depressed.

Me: Hey! What happened?

Meenakshi: Madam… though I was smiling… the undercurrent is always running within me… I feel so helpless at times… will I be able to fool that ruffian? He is a real bastard!

Me: You tell me first naa… what you have in your mind… then only….

We both sat on my cot and were serious now. Meenakshi had pulled up her sari pallu and had covered her macro-sized mammaries.

Meenakshi: Madam see…when this fire broke out… I instantly thought of utilizing these two days including half day of today to the fullest and hatched a plan.

Me: Seems fair enough… go ahead.

Meenakshi: Madam, my sole aim to snatch that video cassette and my photographs from Mahesh… in order to do that I simply need to get inside his house and steal those in his absence.

Me: I see.

Meenakshi: Now Madam, there are two hindrances; one I need the keys of his house to get inside.

Me (I was naturally quite keen as I was never involved in such a case especially realted to blackmailing): Right!

Meenakshi: And secondly… since I do not know where exactly he has kept the photos and the cassette … I need time to search for those in his house.

Me: Hmm… Sounds logical. (I nodded like an expert)

Meenakshi: And for this you are my only hope Madam….

She caught my hands and dropped her head and as I could see her eyelids getting moistened.

Me: Hey… Meenakshi… com’ on! I will help you out… I am there naa …. Don’t worry… all will be okay again!

Meenakshi looked up; a drop of tear rolled down her cheek.

Meenakshi (still holding onto my arms): You are my last hope Madam… this Mahesh… I will teach him a good lesson once I get those photos and video.

Me: Have you seen those photos?

Meenakshi: Yes of course! That son of a bitch did show me those filthy things!

Out of my natural curiosity, I could not stop asking Meenakshi more about her photos.

Meenakshi: Madam, I told you naa… that I halted with Mahesh in a small hotel room when we went to visit the fair… there actually he brought me a nighty and requested to wear that once. What should I say Madam… I was then just flowing in my emotions and without doubting him whatsoever I undressed in front of her. I was only clad in my inner wear as I wore the nighty and that bastard snapped me in my undies through his automatic camera. And as you can understand he had snapped quite a few intimate pics when he was hugging and kissing me in the room, trying to pull up my dress while hugging me, and his hands all over my body.

Me: And the video?

Meenakshi: It was the whole session on bed when he… (Meenakshi’s chin dropped and jaws tightened) when he fucked me… with my consent! What a big fool I had been!

Me: Ohh! You did not realize anything at all?

Meenakshi: How could I Madam? I never thought this could be done… and Mahesh would do this… was beyond my wildest imagination! It’s so... so shameful… I am fully naked almost throughout the clip …. Not even a thread on my whole body… I will simply hang that motherc**d once I get hold of…

I could realize the natural anger within Meenakshi about that man’s deceit and trickery, but as I tried to visualize the scene with this plump woman in naked condition and being filmed, I automatically felt a little stir within my panty! Simultaneously and naturally I got curious about how she was filmed by that automatic camera as she had stated!

Me: Meenakshi… I am… err… slightly inquisitive… I mean… you said it was a hotel room… and I assume you and Mahesh must have come to that room together? Then when did he plant the camera? I mean…

Meenakshi looked confused. She closed her eyes for a moment and probably tried to rewind the happenings of that day.

Me: Tell me… don’t conclude anything in your mind regarding that day… okay? Tell me did you… I mean… did you watch the video minutely?

Meenakshi frowned at me, her look was a mix of emptiness and astonishment, and she nodded gently.

Me: Do you remember… err… when you watched… did you see the whole bed throughout the clip…. Was there any close up shots of yourself? Think deep and tell me.

I was myself surprised at my logical thought level! Meenakshi was still frowning as she closed her eyes once again in order to think profoundly. A few seconds passed silently.

Meenakshi: Yes! Yes Madam! You are absolutely correct. Initially I saw myself with Mahesh on bed, but a little later when he was hugging me and had disrobed me, I saw my face and body in greater detail in close up!

Me: Are you sure?

Meenakshi: Yes, yes, I remember very distinctly!

Me: Hmm… The plot thickens then…. Meenakshi!

Meenakshi: Matlab? (=meaning?)

Me: If the camera was automatic as you said initially you would see the whole sequence from a specific distance… I mean if the whole bed was seen, throughout that would continue… it can’t be sometimes your face is zoomed or sometimes you can see the whole bed … are you getting me?

Meenakshi (almost screaming out): Yesssssssss…. Right you are Madam! You opened my eyes… I must have been so engrossed in… lovemaking… that… (she nodded negatively)

Me: So there had to be another man who was with the camera in the room somewhere, otherwise….

Meenakshi: My God! This point never bugged me! You are a genius Madam! Genius!

I smiled at her and obviously was feeling quite pleased inside to have ripped through the plot.

Me: But first let me….

Meenakshi: It has to be that thug!

Me: Who?

Meenakshi: His partner in the rented house… Harpal!

Me: How could you be so sure?

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Meenakshi: Arre Madam, that’s the only name I heard among his pals and yes… yes… he told me that though Harpal was a driver by profession, he had interests in photography…. Yes, yes… now I remember… but I never thought so deeply!

Me: Hmm… then surely it has be that the other man…. Harpal…. who filmed you….

Meenakshi: What a shame…. O my God! This means that guy had seen me…. Ish… fully naked…. Ish…. So, so shameful!

Meenakshi was nodding her head very vigorously and I could realize her embarrassment.

I tried to console her by patting her back. She looked up. Her eyes were wet. Her face was red in natural shyness.

Me: You must remain strong Meenakshi…

Meenakshi: yes… yes Madam.

She wiped her eyes and adjusted her sari and sat up straight. She held my arms and gestured for my help. I just nodded and kept my right hand on Meenakshi’s hand assuring her of my fullest support.

Me: So, it is very clear that the second man… Harpal… as you assume… was hiding somewhere in the room or outside with the camera and filmed you and Mahesh on bed… Well… now what’s your plan to get out of this mess?

Meenakshi: Madam, see… previously I really had a completely different opinion about Mahesh… frankly… I liked him very much… but now… and allowing Harpal to see me in that condition… Ohh…. he is such wicked thug *@#$*

Meenakshi: He just wanted my flesh… Huh!

Me: By the way…. why did you choose me for help?

I could not stop myself from asking!

Meenakshi: Madam… I actually chose you for help because I had to take help of a woman who is completely unknown to Mahesh and also in this village area and ...

Me: Hmm… I see… very reasonable!

Meenakshi: Yes Madam… And in order to attract his attention easily I needed someone who is young and eye-catching and honestly Madam… you are the only option I had as you fit exactly my expectation!

She smiled at me and I also smiled back shyly nodding my head.

Honestly I was getting a bit restless from inside now to know more details of her exact plan.

Me: That’s okay… but Meenakshi… I mean what do I need to do? Err… you haven’t yet spelt that out…

Meenakshi: Yes Madam I am coming to that only! As I said, Mahesh stays with the other guy Harpal in a rented house. They both work in a garage which also runs a driving college. Mahesh is a teacher and Harpal is a mechanic.

Me: I see! Okay…

Meenakshi: Madam see, I will tell Mahesh that my sister… not direct… but in relation… has come from the metro in her college vacation and will stay here for some days and she wants to learn driving utilizing her short vacation as the area where she lives is too much crowded for her learning purpose…

Me: College? You want to… Are you mad or what?

Meenakshi: Com’ on Madam, you also know how much young and innocent your look is! (she smiles) Believe me! You just look like a final year college girl… young and tight! Who will say that you are above 25 and married for more than two years!

Meenakshi looked deeply in my eyes and I blushed heavily.

Meenakshi: Fact is fact Madam… I am not flattering you.

Meenakshi even twisted her lips and displayed a praising smooch for me and I had to look down in shyness such was her gesture! I could realize that her praising was flushing my face with a scarlet tinge. I giggled and took a deep breath. Like any other woman I was feeling quite contended to listen to admiration especially from a matured female.

Meenakshi: I can guarantee that Mahesh will fall for you seeing your beauty and contours! And when he will be busy teaching your driving I…

Me: But… wait Meenakshi… wait… I don’t know anything about car and driving!

Meenakshi: That’s even better madam… things will look more realistic and rational!

Me: Hmm… but…

Meenakshi: This will leave Mahesh out of the house for some significant time and the other one… Harpal does not return to home till late night I know… so it will be cakewalk for me to enter his room. And if I get a couple of days… as Guru-ji said 48 hours minimum to get the reconstruction work done… I will easily search for my photographs and the video… and then I know very well how to screw those bastards!

Me: One minute… one minute… you are missing something… how will you get the keys to his room? How will you enter?

Meenakshi: That secret Mahesh told me when we were close. Since Harpal and his timings are different for going out and coming back, they keep the key under the doormat outside their main door.

Me: Ohh… I see!

Meenakshi: Madam everything will depend on you… the way you can engage him… err… I mean the time period for which you can engage that ruffian the better… I will get those additional minutes for searching…

Me: Yes, that I can understand… but what more can I do apart from trying to learn driving!

Meenakshi: I told you naa… Mahesh is just that type… he will try to impress you…. and am damn sure… believing you to be unmarried… he will naturally be all the more attentive towards you!

Meenakshi smiled meekly and I also smiled back; honestly I was feeling a subtle ‘thrill’ about this sudden development!

Meenakshi: And that’s where you can drag things Madam for me… time is the single most essential factor here as you can also understand…

Me: Hmm… yes, that I can understand! But when he will give me driving lessons?

Meenakshi: See Madam… the more he gives time for this the better for me and frankly we have only two days… as then I will have to devote my time to ashram again… I will press for twice a day lessons… but he has his regular job also… am unsure… lets see how he responds… but am sure once Mahesh sees you he will not be citing much excuses for his job!

Meenakshi again smiled naughtily and very suggestively at me while her almond eyes roved all over my plump figure.

Meenakshi and I spent a little bit more time compiling the bits and pieces of our story so that it looked rather realistic to this Mahesh and such that there are no loose ends. Soon as per plan we went out of the ashram and went to a house in the nearby village whom Meenaski knew. That housewife looked updated and quickly arranged for a salwar-kameez for me - the newer variety, i.e. not the usual long and comfort fitting salwar kameez, but the short salwar-kameez (the kameez was short) and once I wore that Meenakshi flooded me with oozing praises. As I looked in the mirror, I was indeed looking very smart and younger too with a little bit of makeup too. The fitting of the dress was surprisingly great for my figure!
Wasting no time, we went out for the garage where Mahesh worked. Though I looked very elegant in that outfit, I was having palpitations as we neared the garage. Multiple question fragments were as if conglomerating my head! How would this man look like? How would he behave with me? How would I pretend perfectly that I was keen to learn driving? What questions could he ask me about cars and about my hometown? I took a deep breath and tried to look normal.

We reached the ‘place’ – the signboard was loud and clear “Happy Driving college & Garage”. Meenakshi inquired at one of the garage boys and he went in to fetch Mahesh. I could as if hear my own heart beat and my palms and toes were cold like ice cubes. Out came a dark sturdy middle-aged man wearing a blue apron spotted with dirt; his bearded face was quite repulsive though his physique was impressive.

Mahesh: Arre! What a surprise! Meenakshi… you? Here?

Meenakshi (with a wide smile): Actually there’s one help that I need from you.

Mahesh: Come naa… sit here in the shade and have some tea. E Chetan! Chaye lana! Teen, malai marke!

We walked towards the shade where four dirty stools and a wooden table were there. Mahesh cleaned up the mess and made them usable. As we sat Mahesh started eyeing me.

Mahesh: Okay, now tell me what dragged you here?

Meenakshi: Let me introduce her… she is my sister in relation… lives in Varanasi, has come here to me during her college vacation.

Mahesh: O I see! Hello… Ms….

Meenakshi: Anita.

Mahesh: Hi Anita... nice to meet you. Welcome to our Happy Driving college & Garage! He he he…

Me (with a smile): Hello. I… err… why is the name “happy”?

I just wanted to ask normal questions so that things look normal and real.

Mahesh: Oho! (smiles; I could see his yellowish teeth in between his almost black lips; must be an avid smoker I thought) Actually our owner’s name is Happy Singh and the garage is named after him…

Me: I see…

Meenakshi: She actually has come for a very brief visit here to me and was keen to learn driving… actually you know Mahesh… the locality where she lives is too busy to learn driving there… so…

Mahesh: O…oh! No problem… No problem at all… this is in fact a garage cum driving college (he pointed toward the signboard)

Me: Yes, I can see…

Just at that time, a teen boy brought three cups of tea on a plate and served to us. I was feeling a bit odd as I was sitting on the low stool much of my pajama was getting exposed almost to my upper thighs as the kameez was rather short. My dupatta had also slipped off my shoulder exposing my big conical boobs under my kameez and I noted that not only Mahesh but also Chetan, the boy who was delivering tea, was ogling at me. I pulled up the dupatta and also subtly tried to pull my kameez down, but failed as it was the new short variety salwar-kameez dress.

Mahesh: Please have the tea…

As I sipped the hot tea, I could well make out that Mahesh was concentrating on me; his glance was roving all over my body starting from my face till my toes. I smiled within myself appreciating Meenakshi’s accurate anticipation!

Meenakshi: But as I mentioned… the time is very short… how quickly can you make her learn driving?

Mahesh: How short is the time?

Meenakshi: Say 3-4 days?

Mahesh: Oh! That’s real short, but if the learner is real keen, one can learn driving in just two hours!

Meenakshi: Wow! That’s wonderful… Really?

Mahesh (looking at me): Yes, yes… not to worry at all… I will give you all the lessons in a nutshell so that you could at least start, stop, and guide the car a fair distance…. Will that do?

Me (smiling shyly being a college girl, unmarried): Yes, yes….

I tried to act out my best to look real.

Meenakshi: Oh! Thanks a lot Mahesh… this girl is so keen to learn driving… Ah! You relieved me! She was just eating out my head from the moment she had dropped… actually her college will finish this year and she wants to learn driving before that you know…

Mahesh: Oh I see! So you are in final year?

I nodded.

Mahesh: You can start right from today if you want…. Err… actually I have some garage work now and will be free in the afternoon.

Meenakshi: Oh! That’s great! Then when can she meet you?

Mahesh: But I need to know… I mean Anita… what do you plan to drive? I mean a Maruti model or a Tata model or an ambassador?

I was a bit confused as I was not well versed with these things at all, but Meenakshi quickly saved the situation for me.

Meeankshi: Arre her father has a Maruti 800… and she will drive that of course!

Mahesh: Okay… fine… I will then bring a Maruti 800 for your learning purpose.

I again nodded shyly and giggled like an obedient girl.

Meenakshi: Okay, then. Would 5 p.m. be okay for you?

Mahesh: Yes sure! You need not come here… as mud roads are not at all suitable for learning driving… you meet me at the main road at Gangu kuwa point… okay?

Meenakshi: Okay, that’s near to our ashram also.

We had completed our tea and Meenakshi got up from her stool saying good bye to Mahesh, we left the garage. My sixth sense was informing me that Mahesh was eyeing my big swaying ass in my short salwar suit as the hem of the kameez was just about covering my fleshy round ass. As we traversed passed his eyes to a safe distance, Meenakshi literally hugged me in excitement!

Meenakshi: Oh! You were just fantastic Madam… you acted so, so, so naturally! You looked so perfect Madam as a college girl… the tinge of shyness and giggling… uhhhhh! Just to the T! I’m confident Madam that Mahesh will not have the slightest doubt that it is all planned!

I almost blushed at her strong praises and just nodded.
Meenakshi: Madam, it’s entirely up to you how to make that rascal glued to your beauty! The longer you can entangle him in queries and taking lessons on driving, the longer I will get to search for my…. (her chin dipped)… to search for my honor!

Meenakshi held my arms and her eyes were as if begging me seeking help.

Me: Meenakshi… what’s this? Hold your head high! I will try my level best to keep that man engaged… don’t worry my dear….

Meenakshi: Thanks Madam. Thanks a lot!

We were back in the ashram and could notice reconstruction work was yet to be started as the debris was still being cleared. All the four disciples of Guru-ji along with other known faces like Pande-ji, Master-ji, Chotu, Ramlal etc. and some other villagers were engaged in the cleaning up process with Guru-ji supervising everything.

Meenaskhi knocked at my room at 4 p.m.

Me: Arre it’s only 4 p.m. Meenakshi…. He said to come at 5 p.m.

Meenakshi: Madam… you are forgetting one thing… you have to dress like a college girl and you cannot leave in that attire from the ashram… isn’t it? So we need that extra time….

Me: Ya… Right, right! I missed that completely…

She did not allow me to waste much time in my dressing and I quickly combed my hair and dbangd my sari somehow on my figure and went off with her as she wanted me to spend time on my dressing etc. at that place where we went in the morning (where I changed to the short salwar kameez).

Meenakshi: Madam this time I will not be there and you will be all alone with that bastard and I want you to kill the cat at the very first night!

Me: Meaning?

We had entered into that house where we had come in the morning. The housewife again greeted me with a smile.

Meenakshi: Madam, I do not want to take a chance… frankly I just want you to look very attractive today so that Mahesh just falls flat for you!

Me: I can understand the plan Meenakshi… I will definitely try for that…

Meenakshi: Madam, you have such a lovely figure… such big dense breasts… such a lovely round ass … such firm thighs…

I obviously was feeling quite tight to be praised like that in front of another woman as she was a complete stranger to me. My ears automatically started to get red.

Meenakshi: Madam, don’t be shy please… Kiyu re Kiran… am I exaggerating? (Kiran was the name of that woman)

Kiran: Nehi didi! You are absolutely right! Madam… you indeed have a very tight and enviable figure!

Meenakshi: See Madam… even an outsider converges with me … that’s why I am saying don’t be shy and accentuate your treasure…

Me (almost with a completely red and flushed face): Okay… okay… but I mean… how?

Meenakshi: Madam simply through your feminine appeal!

I looked questionably at Meenakshi. The other woman Kiran was still looking at my admiringly!

Meenakshi: Madam… don’t forget that Mahesh is an experienced campaigner… that bastard must not catch you that you are acting out… so you need to camouflage your shortcomings through your appeal.

Me: You are right! I am already having goosebump if he asks anything about my father’s car… the story that you have already given him! Oh no! What would I say!

Meenakshi: I know that Madam… I know that… I am not also educated to give you any details about a car… that’s the reason Madam I was stressing you for some… I mean provocative dressing so that the bastard does not get an opportunity to divert his attention and ask you questions that might embarrass you.

I closed my eyes for a while and thought that Meenakshi’s suggestion might just work which would actually enable me to avoid such ‘tricky’ questions about “my father’s car”, etc. about which I hardly had any tangible knowledge.

Me: That’s actually not a bad proposal Meenakshi… I will be quite safe that way!

Meenakshi: Trust me Madam… you will simply not face any questions regarding your home car if you can divert that rascal’s attention.

Me: Yes I hope so!

Meenakshi: Arre… Madam relax… you are so blessed…. you have such a rousing outline… kiyu Kiran?

Kiran: Ha didi beshaq!

Me: Oh! Again you have started Meenakshi….

Meenakshi: I can’t stop myself Madam… Okay Kiran, bring the dress that I have selected… we really don’t have much time! And remember I will have to get back and broke into Mahesh’s house…

Me: Where does he live?

Meenakshi: That’s the problem Madam… it’s quite far off from here… I have to take a bus from the main road. So you need to show that you want to learn and practice for a longer period of time.

Me: I see. I didn’t know that… Yes, I will surely try to do that.

By that time Kiran had brought my dress. It was a blue colored churidar suit. As she unfolded the suit in front of me, it appeared to be quite sleek in appearance with embroidery work on the margins.

Meenakshi: Madam, this will surely kill Mahesh (she smiled wickedly).

Although the kameez (the top half of the dress) did not vary drastically than a salwar suit, it is the bottom part of the ensemble that made the difference. While the normal salwar, which I am habituated to wear, is loose and features pleats thereby imparting a baggy effect, this churidar was undoubtedly more body fitting and I was actually wondering how would I get my legs inside those ‘skinny’ legs of the dress! The top half was also rather short; in fact shorter than the kameez that I wore in the morning to Mahesh.

I took the dress and went to the adjacent room to change. I removed my sari, petticoat and blouse and quickly checked and adjusted my panty to stretch adequately over my naked ass globes and inserted my fingers inside the panty front to scratch my thick bush for a while to feel ‘comfortable’. Then I adjusted my bra a bit so that my mammaries appeared more lifted and firm as in the back of my mind it was continuously playing that I had to look appealing so that Mahesh remains diverted and did not catch me on the wrong foot with any cumbersome questions regarding cars. I used my handkerchief to wipe of the tiny beads of sweat on my cleavage and then unfolded the churidar set to reexamine it before trying.

As I reviewed the pajama I was shocked to note the light texture of the fabric. It seemed to be almost see through as I hung it up in the air and extremely slim in alignment especially for a woman like me who possessed quite well rounded fleshy thighs. I could gather that it would undoubtedly stick to my legs like the modern day leggies which are worm by the teenagers.
I picked up the kameez as I was already getting a bit concerned within myself due to it short length especially with this flimsy pajama of the churidar set. Moreover it was sleeveless which would cause my whole arms to remain exposed. I held the kameez at my shoulder and tried to trace its length on my body in front of the mirror.

“Oh no!” I exclaimed within myself as I noticed the length was shorter than the usual mini kuti or a short salwar suit. I tried to stretch the dress by dragging its hem, but still it was just about covering my choot area! I was obviously upset as to what would happen when I actually wear it!

I knew Meenakshi was anxiously waiting outside and time was limited and hence I did not have any other option but to wear that. I kept it aside and started wearing the pajama sitting on the stool. It was indeed not an easy task for me to get that pajama up my fleshy thighs though my legs were absolutely hairless and smooth. As I pulled up the pajama up my legs I could easily realize that it was absolutely skin tight and I was starting to look awfully sexy. As my thighs were a bit sweaty by that time, the job was all the more difficult. When I finally pulled up and tied the pajama at my waist, I could note numerous folds forming towards my ankle area which was giving it a great look, but I could not entirely discount the flimsy nature of the fabric of the pajama. As I looked through the mirror I was honestly quite disgusted to find myself exposing like that – the anatomy of my legs and thighs were so vividly advertised through that sheer skin-hugging pajama!

“Hai daiya!” was my involuntary exclamation as I turned and bent slightly to pick up the kameez and happened to look back at the mirror. At that point of time since I was clad only in my bra on the upper half of my body, I could clearly see my pajama-covered bottoms, which generally always remains covered under my kameez when I wear a salwar suit.

And there lied the shock!

The pajama was so tight fitting that not only my big round ass cheeks were clearly outlined, but also my panty line was pretty much evident through the semi-trasnparent fabric of the pajama! I quickly got into the kameez which thankfully decently fitted me. Though it was sleeveless type, it was not too tight on my figure; though my mammaries appeared quite prominent through it, but once I put the dupatta in place I looked somewhat elegant. But for me the concerning part remained the length of the dress; the hem was horribly short and ended almost midway about my big pumpkin ass!

I stretched the kameez as far as possible on my figure with my hands and finished things and prepared to get out of the room as I could hear anxious Meenakshi knocking at the door. As I checked myself in the mirror from all angles, I noted that the cut of the kameez near my waist on two sides were so uppishly placed that almost the whole bulge of my round ass covered in that skin-tight white pajama was visible to anyone from the sides!

Meenakshi: Are you done Madam? We are running out of time…

Me: Yes, yes, done baba!

I stepped out of the room.

Meenakshi: Wow! Madam, you look so sexx…. rrr…. so appealing!

Kiran: Sach! Kisi ki nazar na laage!

Meenakshi came near me and held me by my arms; she hugged me and kissed my cheeks as a token of appreciation. Though I was still in some discomfort due to the exposing nature of this churidar-suit, but the way Meenakshi hugged me and kissed my cheeks I was blushing and giggling heavily.

Meenakshi: Frankly Madam, stop wearing the salwar kameez when you are back home and wear these sort of modern chudidar suits… you look so tempting and pleasing… if your husband sees you in this dress… he will just pick you up in his arms…

Me: Oh Meenakshi… will you stop!

I continued to blush and giggle especially in presence of the third woman, Kiran.

Meenakshi: Madam, remove the dupatta… I am damn sure you will look much more enticing without that and destined to kill that bastard….

I resisted instantly as when I was checking in the mirror I looked rather indecent with my twin conical boobs jutting out of the dress. Moreover, now coming in more light in this room I found the fabric of the kameez also rather thin and my bra outline was quite clearly visible through it. I ought to have worn an inner for this churidar suit.

Me: No, no… no way Meenakshi… I checked there… am looking err… rather vulgar without the dupatta and look at the cuts here… its so high!

Meenakshi: Madam, its not high… that’s how the modern churidar suits are cut! Just look! It gives such a beautiful hide and seek view of your big round gaaaand!

Me: You naughty!

Meenakshi: But Madam… think of the threat … Mahesh… one nail would fix him… He he he….

Me: No, no… I am already quite uncomfortable with the cut… and see the thinness of the fabric… you should have kept an inner for me… look… if I remove the dupatta the bra is so clearly visible! No, no… I can’t take off the dupatta….
Meenakshi: Madam… see if you remove it… Uhhh! Its adding such great compliments to your figure that Mahesh will instantly sink it! You are looking so stunning….

Me: Ohhh! Will you stop Meenakshi…

Meenakshi: Okay baba, let the dupatta remain… Kiran, quickly tie madam’s hair neatly in a knot… top knot would be the best… that way she will look even prettier.

Kiran: Okay.

In another 10 minutes we were out for the Gangu kuwa point after Kiran did a light makeup for me.

Meenakshi (as we walked hurriedly through the village path): Madam… everything depends on you… please keep a calm head… you are from Varanasi, if Mahesh asks even deeper… say you live at Assi Ghat… okay Madam?

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Me (almost puffing as I was virtually running to keep pace with Meenakshi): What ghat?

Meenakshi: Assi ghat… Assi ghat… Madam, in Varanasi residences are mainly on the roads that leads to the ghat.

Me: I see… Okay, I will remember.

Meenakshi: And remember this… your father has a Maruti 800 car which he brought second hand… say 5 years old. Okay? You just say to him that you have taken rides in the car with your father, but not at all aware about the mechanical part of the car.

Me: Yes, I will maintain that only … I honestly don’t know anything about cars.

I was amazed to see how Meenakshi could manage to walk so fast with such a plump figure. She was walking in front of me and the movement of her sari-covered round ass was looking awfully sexy. For a moment I thought of teasing her, but the moment I thought of Mahesh and thought about learning driving, I was dumb and my heart rate increased!

Meenakshi: One more thing Madam… if he asks anything about me, just give a vague reply as you do not live here…. only emphasizing that I am attached to the ashram.

Me: Okay as you say...

Just then we came out of the village path through the shrubs and bushes on to the main road and arrived at the Gangu kuwa more.

Me: Where is the well?
Meenakshi: There Madam, on the opposite side of the road…

I could not even look to the other side of the road that I noticed a red car standing by the roadside and Mahesh was standing by the car. My fingers and toes raced towards becoming ice cold and I almost froze for a moment, but as I felt Meenakshi’s warm grip on my hand I quickly recomposed myself.

Meenakshi (in a very low tone) Madam, this bastard has stolen my sleep… promise me to tease him to the hell Madam… he should be licking your feet like a road-side dog…

Meenakshi’s jaws were stiffening and I could sense the rage hidden within her.

Meenakshi: Madam don’t ever feel shy in front of this man as he is a real dirty man exploiting my weak moments.

I did not know what happened to me… the words of Meenakshi, her stern voice, her warm grip on my hand… everything made me very determined and strong within a moment to face this dirty man. I felt I would do my best to keep this man occupied with this driving exercise while Meenakshi would search his house for that tape. I turned towards her… my jaws had also got stiffened… had eye contact with her… and nodded positively and stepped ahead to cross the road.

Mahesh: Hello Meenakshi… Hi Anita…. I must remark that you two are very punctual… (he looks at his watch) its just two minutes past 5!

Mahesh was wearing a blue jeans and a light red T-shirt. As I looked minutely at him I noted he was sufficiently tall, had a good physique, and certainly could have looked better, but his thick untrimmed beard made him look rusty.

Meenakshi: Hi Mahesh… So this is the car in which you will give lessons to my sister?

Mahesh: Yes Meenakshi. Its one of the learner vehicles of our garage and since she (turned towards me) mentioned about Maruti 800 in her house I picked this one.

Meenakshi: You did the right thing and…. and… please make sure that you give all the lessons properly to her so that she could pick them up properly. And…

Mahesh: Oho Meenakshi… I will treat her very specially… she is your sister after all.

Mahesh now looked at me and for the first time fixed his gaze on me. I could read his eyes scanning my 28-year-old buxom figure in this ultra-tight churidar suit. Naturally I shuffled a bit looking at the road and also involuntarily tried to close the gap of my kameez cut at my waist which was advertising my white pajama-covered ass bulge rather abundantly. The whole shape and size of my macro-sized thighs and legs were so clearly publicized by this dress to this man that I was already keen to get inside the car rather than to stand and ‘expose’!

Me: Didi… you asked to remind me about some urgent work… of the ashram…

Meenakshi: Yes, yes. Mahesh, I need to make a move… how long will it take?

Mahesh: Since she is absolutely novice she can’t learn much in the dark… so will have to terminate by 7 till such time sunlight is there. Where shall I drop her?

Meenakshi: Okay… Two hours should be a good head start for her… what do you say? You just drop her in front of your garage… I will be present there…

Mahesh: Okay then… will drop her at garage.

Meenakshi: Bye Anita… be a good student…

Me: Bye didi…

Mahesh opened the driver’s sit door and squeezed inside and opened the door for me on the other side. I held my dupatta while bending and getting inside the car and was apparently somewhat relieved to get inside the car rather than to stand and promote my well-formed legs in this skin-hugging sexy churidar suit!

Mahesh: Please be comfortable… let me drive a bit to a lonely stretch as there is some traffic which would hinder our lessons. So, how do you like this place? Very different from Varanasi I suppose?

Me: Yes err… I mean…

Mahesh: You can call me just Mahesh… no problems… I’m not that old as I look with my beard… to be called an uncle… Ha ha ha…

I also smiled and could realize Mahesh was starting to get impressed by my presence already! I smiled within myself and involuntarily accentuated my breasts by sitting somewhat upright on the car seat.

Me: Okay Mah…. Mahesh (I was indeed a little hesitant to call this unknown male by name directly, but had to do it for getting familiar to him) … yes this place is very dry and rather desolate… our Varanasi is always bustling and lively.

Mahesh: Do you mean to say… err… lively like you? Ha ha ha…. (Mahesh bent past the main road and drove into a side road)

I smiled again and trying to act like a college girl lowered my eyelids getting the complement from a male.

Mahesh: For learning driving lonely stretches are the best… and it’s easy to find it here rather than in Varanasi!

Me: True… but I don’t know anything about cars… (I surrendered prematurely as this thought of facing questions regarding the car was haunting me at the back of my mind)

Mahesh: That’s odd, you must be knowing some basics as you possess a car!

Me: Not me, my father! (I smiled) And he never detailed me about his car.

Mahesh: O! I see. But you should have asked….

Me: No, actually… yes… err… I mean I am keen but my father is not like that… you know… explain and all from him is…

Mahesh: I see… okay… okay…

Mahesh drove into a lone stretch of road and the place was absolutely desolate. I looked through the window but was unable to locate even a cow or goat in the adjacent fields; humans were out of question. He stopped the car and turned towards me. I could sense that it would be a verbal session related to the details of the car. There was no other option for me but to turn towards him to listen what he was about to say. But in doing so I instantly became conscious that I was angling my big fleshy thighs directly towards him! The churidar was so indecently tight on my legs that the whole outline of my limbs was noticeable to him; more so as Mahesh had stopped driving and was looking at me. On top of that as I was in a seated posture, my short kameez had all the more reasons to rise up very inappropriately and indecently and I was forced to keep my arms crosswise on my lap to protect Mahesh from taking a direct unrestricted view of my pajama-covered crotch!

Mahesh: Anita, let me brief you quickly about …

In the next 4-5 minutes he continued to detail the parts of a car and its uses limiting his lecture to Maruti 800 model only and honestly I did not listen to it too minutely except for nodding my head from time to time. He seemed pretty honest to his job and took all the care to explain the things to me. Thankfully his gaze was constantly on my face and did not hover down my neck. The weather was also becoming cooler now as the sun was nearing the horizon and I thanked Mahesh in my mind to choose this afternoon time for the driving lessons.
Mahesh: Now Anita… we need to change positions… you be at the wheel!

Me: So quickly? I mean… do I not need to know anything else?

Mahesh: Don’t worry…. I will brief you as needed… hands on practice is the best way to learn driving!

Me: Okay.

Mahesh was quick enough to get out of the car and come to my side swiftly to open the door for me. Honestly, I liked that approach. I got out of the car and went round to sit in the driver’s seat while Mahesh took my seat.

Mahesh: Have you ever got inside a learner’s car Anita?

Me: Nope (as I sat on the driver’s seat I was more keen to stretch my kameez to cover my upper thighs)

Mahesh: Actually we have two sets of brake and accelerator in a learner’s car, but unfortunately this model is not a learner’s car…

Me: I see….

Mahesh: So I will have to use the brake and accelerator down your leg to control the car…

Me: Okay… in any case I am not educated at all to work with those.

We both smiled at each other. Though I had kept my right hand on the steering wheel I was conscious enough to keep my left hand over my lap but only to find that the entire shape and contour of my shapely thighs were getting vividly advertised by that confounded skin-tight pajama; I felt as if I was not wearing anything down my waist – such was the extent of the tightness of the churidar! Naturally my legs were looking outrageously sexy and I found Mahesh getting diverted and looking down my legs which perfectly resembled two ripe banana trunks!

Mahesh: Let me get the additional seat here…. (saying that he pulled out an additional stretch of the seat which almost reached my seat!) Ya… that’s perfect…. Now I will just put my leg…. Yes…. (he placed himself on that extended seat; very close to me, and then lifted and stretched his right leg over the gear into my side towards the brake and accelerator plates) … Ah! Fine! I hope you are not uncomfortable Anita…. This way I can control the car perfectly as well as guide you adequately… I hope you don’t have a problem?

Me: No, no… its okay.

Though I was not at all expecting this, but tried my best to remain normal. Actually I never noticed that additional seat that can be stretched towards the driver’s seat and now this man was in fact sitting just six inches away from the left contour of my bulging ass! Moreover, Mahesh being quite a tall man he must have been also getting a splendid aerial view of my whole figure from that adjacent position!

Mahesh: Okay then … lets start… am igniting the engine by keying in… like this… just observe…

Vrrr… vrrrrrr… Vrrrrroooomm…. Vrrrrroooooommmmm…

For the first time I felt a thrill… honestly… with my hands on the steering wheel for the first time in my life and the car was all set to move forward! This experience suddenly as if gave me a kick and for the moment the fact got obscured off my mind that I was pretending to learn driving from Mahesh just to keep him engaged here while my ashram pal Meenakshi could take advantage of his absence and search his room for her pics and video.

Me: Wow! A great feeling I must admit!

Mahesh: Indeed Anita… that’s the first reaction of almost every novice!

As Mahesh pressed his feet on the clutch and accelerator, the car started to move forward and he kept his right hand on the steering wheel to guide the car appropriately though I was gently holding onto the wheel with my right hand. His right hand was now gently brushing my naked arm as he held on to the steering. I was momentarily startled to feel his strong muscles on my naked skin, but instantly remembered that my kameez was sleeveless. I involuntarily and almost immediately adjusted my dupatta so as to cover my arms a little bit more.

Mahesh: How do you feel Anita now? …car moving ahead and you are in the driver’s seat?

Me: Oh! Great Mahesh! Great!

Mahesh: Ha ha ha… Just enjoy …

I could unquestionably notice an instantaneous spring of keenness in Mahesh as he moved just a shade towards me so that he could control the steering wheel better.

Mahesh: Remember the gear system which I just explained…? Now see… with a little distance the car traveling… we should switch the gear… like this… very easy to operate … these hand gears… 1-2-3-4-R…

Now as the car was picking up some decent speed, Mahesh was more serious into driving. As I looked through the windscreen I noticed that this part of the road was absolutely desolate and hardly was there any passerby also! The only thing observable on both sides of the road was vast yellow-green fields; I could not spot a grazing cow or a goat even!

Mahesh: Anita… observe me minutely… so that you can pick things up quickly…. put both hands on the wheel… (I had to put my other hand off my lap onto the steering) yes… that’s better!

I immediately noted that he adjusted his bottom more towards me and now our shoulders started rubbing and with his closeness now our legs also started touching each other. Naturally I was conscious, but Mahesh seemed rather unconcerned and he was babbling all sorts of tips for driving in a safe way. I was already breathing slightly faster with such close proximity with this ‘unknown’ male and my heavy bosom started moving up and down a shade faster inside my tight kameez. As he talked about safe driving, I noted that he at times was placing his hand on mine very casually and ‘normally’ to guide the steering wheel. I was obviously a bit hesitant initially, but portraying a modern day college girl, I did not react and did not exhibit any visible response with his touching.

Mahesh: Keep your left hand on the gear now… will show you how to change it….will increase speed slightly now…

I kept my hand on the knob of the gear and immediately his warm palm grabbed my hand in the pretext of demonstration. As soon as our hands met I automatically felt my blood running faster through my veins and dropped my eyelids; I still could pick up his bearded smile momentarily looking at my face. He must have been enjoying the tender feel of my hand. I could not move my hand also as that would look very indecent and I could clearly feel my nipples gaining strength inside my bra and raising their heads; I could feel a stir all over my body as Mahesh continued to hold and press my hand in the pretext of gearshift.

Mahesh: That’s how to do it…. Will repeat again so that you can grasp clearly…

Me: O…okay…

I almost whispered and was cursing myself for getting weak by this ‘simple’ touch. Mahesh readjusted the gear and decreased the speed of the car and again was about to demonstrate.

Mahesh: Now we will change the gear again… and then will accelerate slowly… okay Anita? Observe closely…

Seeing no reaction or conservativeness on my part, he re-grabbed my hand and this time unmistakably in a bolder way; his fingers exactly on my fingers pressing them slightly harder. This time his hand movement on me was rather lengthy and that actually made me feel more nervous and I was clearly blushing this time. His right leg was also brushing my warm left thigh quite ‘closely’ now and since he continued to hold my hand over the gear bulb (he was waiting for something I did not know what) making my condition worse. His grip on my fingers and wrist was firm and constant; he even rubbed his fingers once very subtly over my nimble fingers as if feeling the texture of my skin!
Mahesh: That’s it… did you get it Anita? Can you do it yourself?

I somehow managed to smile and nodded negatively. Mahesh had removed his hand off my hand, but I could as if still feel his warmth on my skin!

Mahesh: Nothing difficult… try it… you will also be easily able to do it …

I was indeed not in a mood to do that right then and hence tried to turn his focus.

Me: But I mean… it’s not about gear change only naa… the clutch and accelerator also …. err… I mean have their roles to play I guess…

Mahesh: Right you are! So see… you are learning fast! (he smiled) Yes… let me show you how to press on the clutch and change the gear…

Mahesh demonstrated slowly so that I could pick up how to do it. Apparently it did not seem to be tough.

Mahesh: Now you try!

I had to try it and there was no escape.

Mahesh: One minute…let me open my sandals… you also get rid off yours. That way you will get a better grip on the pads down there.

Momentarily I was a taken aback, but realized his logic and there was no choice for me but to open my sandals and to keep them aside.

Mahesh: Keep your legs on the accelerator and clutch… just lightly… yes… fine…

Then without even taking my permission he straight away put his right foot on mine pressing on the clutch to change the gear; simultaneously his hand gripped mine on the bulb of the gear. The sensation honestly was “too much” - an adult man pressing his foot on my naked foot and his hand concurrently holding my hand! The sides of our bodies were now in constant touch as the car moved on making me feel very uneasy.

Mahesh: Press on the accelerator now… yes… right… that’s the way to do it… do not press much… ya… fine…. very lightly…. so that the car gets a smooth speeding up.

The warm sole of his foot was pressing on my bare foot while his rough palm tightly gripped my hand on the gear; despite being a an ‘experienced’ housewife, I could not avoid my heart rate racing up and my nipples getting harder inside my bra in order to cope with the ‘situation’. I could realize Mahesh’s foot slowly pressing more and more on my foot to speed up the car and in the pretext of doing so his right foot was now amply rubbing my pajama-covered left leg and in the whole process he had shifted so much towards me that the sides of our thighs were glued together!

Mahesh: Wah! Good… you are picking up quite well… keep the steering steady Anita… the car is moving to the left time and again as you are focussing on your leg…

Me: Oh…okay Mahesh… yes…will hold it tightly now.

A few more trials went on with accelerating and gear change on that desolate stretch of the road with Mahesh aptly exploiting the situation to his favor feeling the whole of my foot with his foot and feeling the tightness and smoothness of my well formed thigh on his leg. During this whole session I had no way that I could cover my indecently advertised thighs (almost till my crotch!) through my skin-tight churidar as my left hand was on the hand gear and my right hand was on the steering wheel. The shape, size, and outline of my ripe thighs were so much evident that my white churidar really seemed as if a second skin!

I could make out easily that Mahesh was looking time and again down my very sexy-looking legs in the pretext of properly pressing the accelerator or the clutch as he guided the car through the deserted road. Honestly I had started feeling the heat inside me though a very nice breeze was blowing during that afternoon time.

And right at that moment something happened, which simply kept me gasping!

Mahesh (frowning and looking at the driver’s side door): Is it not properly closed? I can hear a slight noise….

Me: What?

Mahesh: Arrre… the door… am getting a slight sound with the car jerking…

Me (twisting my lips) Am not sure…

Mahesh frowned and concentrated to listen for that additional sound from the door for a few seconds.

Mahesh: Right! Its not closed properly… one sec… will fix that… do not put extra pressure on the accelerator… just keep this speed.

Me: Okay!

Mahesh: I think I did not slammed it hard enough… old cars have this common problem…

Giving me absolutely no chance to move my hands to protect my breast area, Mahesh simply reached over and opened the latch of the door and then closed it with a slight bang and in the pretext of doing this ‘action’ his right hand firmly rubbed against the front of my tight breasts. The lateral surface of his entire arm brushed against my firm mammaries for a few seconds and I had just no alternative but to allow that as I could hardly go backward due to the erect car seat. I was really not sure if Mahesh did that on purpose, but it was such a clever move, it simply left me in gasping!

He was very intelligent and did not allow me an extra second to linger on his action.

Mahesh: Now we will do from the start again… just check that if you can do all the steps systematically Anita.

As he was busy stopping the car, I closed my eyes for a moment as I was indeed outrageously charged up! I could well realize that this man, Mahesh, whom I hardly knew, had kindled quite a bit of thrill in me through his subtle movements; in fact it was a culmination of my dress – this tight sexy churidar, his closeness in the closed periphery of the car, and undoubtedly the brushing and pressing on my milk tanks moments ago while he closed the door on my side.

I tried to convince my mind that this boob pressing might not be absolutely intentional as the space between the steering wheel and my body was so narrow and the angled position of the door lock actually forced Mahesh to do that. But whatever the fact was I had started to breathe somewhat heavily and warm breaths began to gush out of my nostrils. My dupatta had also fallen sexily off my shoulder exposing my naked arm as well as my big tight conical breasts to Mahesh’s view. I had to admit that my 28-year-old matured figure was well accentuated and underlined by this churidar suit especially the skin-tight pajamas exposing the true shape and size of my well formed thighs very adequately as well as awkwardly as my kameez was indecently short (particularly since I was sitting). I had already started to feel somewhat weak and ‘slutty’ and did not even bother to pick up my dupatta to cover my bulging milk tanks properly in front of my driving teacher!

Mahesh: Okay… now that the car is at rest … you can start from the very beginning Anita… foot on the clutch… hand on the gear…. ignite the engine…

I quickly tried to get into the normal mode and obeyed Mahesh’s orders. I was amazed that I almost did all of the things right and started the car and moved it ahead though he had to help me slightly with the clutch releasing part.

Mahesh: Great! Good job Anita!

Me: Thanks (honestly I was myself surprised how I did it so smoothly!)

Mahesh obviously looked more “charged up” to help me on the wheel after that boob pressing incident and as he praised my quick learning skills he again came very close to aid me in keeping the car straight on the road. I noted that there was a turn on the road some meters away and I alerted Mahesh as I felt nervous what to do.

Mahesh: Don’t worry baby! Ha ha ha… Am there naa… you just relax… do not grip the steering wheel too hard… Bas!

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The word ‘baby” definitely sounded very odd to my ear as we had not developed such intimacy that he could call me by such language. As the turning approached nearer Mahesh started helping me more on the steering wheel; both of my hands were on the steering which in turn left my big tits quite unprotected below my arms. Mahesh only had his right hand on the wheel to guide me and just at the turning which was almost a 90 degree bend, I felt his angled elbow clearly rubbing and pushing into the tight flesh of my left breast! I certainly was a bit hesitant whether to allow that, but I could not move my hands abruptly off the steering wheel also! The incident was very short-lived though I felt his elbow adequately on my tight boob flesh, but I felt that the turning was the actual culprit and hence decided to ignore it and not react by lowering my arms to close the angle formed at my armpit.

But some surprise was awaiting me!

As we completed the turn and moved forward, Mahesh was still holding onto the steering wheel as I needed guidance at every step. Within a couple of minutes there was another turn and to my utter surprise, Mahesh repeated the same thing and this time the action seemed quite deliberate and preplanned! As the car took the turn, I could very clearly and comfortably feel Mahesh angling his elbow pushing and pressing it on my tight left breast as if eagerly trying to help me.

By that time Mahesh had moved so close to me that there was in fact no space between us and our thighs were as if embracing each other! I was somewhat confused; his normal behavior, maintaining eye contact at times, the way he was explaining driving techniques as we drove were mismatching with his ‘crude’ action! Hence I tried to convince my mind that such brushing and pressing were quite natural with such close proximity. I should not mind too much!

Mahesh: Anita… see there is a bifurcation ahead… we will take the left road… and you will see a U-turn just after that… will take that…

Me: O… okay.

Mahesh: This will be a good exercise for a learner to drive in a curvy road.

Me: Hmm…

I was quite amazed to see this road also absolutely deserted and appreciated Mahesh’s choice to learn driving on this stretch. If there were cars and people I would have certainly been extremely nervous. I took the left road at the bifurcation and immediately could notice the U-turn bend. Mahesh was guiding me on the wheel as usual and as I was about to take the U-turn I instantly felt his right arm initially brushing and poking at my breast and then finally almost plunging inside the tight flesh of my left mammary!

Me: Eiii….

I almost shrieked aloud the way he pressed my breast with his elbow and almost missed a heart beat. I immediately felt a stir inside my bra with my nipples instantly attaining almost full size! At once Mahesh seemed to be very eager instructor and he was babbling away about a U-turn while his arm openly pressing on my breast. I was obviously not expecting this and was somewhat confused regarding what to do.

Seeing no reaction from my end Mahesh probably was slightly more enthusiastic! I noticed he looked at my facial reaction from the corner of his eyes. We had completed the U-turn and he still kept rubbing his elbow now virtually on the front of my dress over the dupatta straight onto the tight conical flesh of my mammaries! Unlike his initial invasions when he would remove his elbow brushing my boobs after a few seconds, this time he was actually resting his elbow longer on my bosom and was concurrently advising me about driving! He must have been taking immense pleasure from this erotic approach! This road had more turns that the previous one and as a result I would have to lean forward slightly to move the steering wheel quickly and then his elbow would press down harder onto my tits. Things were quickly turning worse for me and I was virtualy gasping as I drove. Mahesh initially let his right elbow rest against my breast gently, but as the road meandered he was exerting pressure and quietly pushing his elbow onto my left breast in a fairly obvious way!

Naturally by that time I had started to breathe quite fast and was feeling hot also. My dupatta had slipped off my shoulders and my legs were trying to get parted in subtle excitement. I had no confusion now that the whole action was quite deliberate and I could tell that Mahesh himself was also getting pretty much turned on as I could sense a push from his leg on my left thigh also! I tried my best to remain calm and acted cool and continued to behave as if I was very keen to learn though in effect was very much conscious of his elbow constantly rubbing and pressing on my perky left breast. I was indeed feeling quite uncomfortable as I could feel my nipples getting harder and harder inside my bra.

Mahesh: Brake! Brake! Anita… presssssssss!

I was quite a bit engrossed and somewhat unmindful due to this unwanted stimulation and obviously a bit inattentive from driving and I honestly did not notice a buffalo had suddenly appeared on the road as it was trying to cross the road.

Mahesh: Braaaaaaaaaaake!

I got so confused by his shout that I pressed all under my feet and was all set to crash the car on that animal, but fortunately Mahesh saved the situation for me, but in doing so what he did was extremely indecent and outrageous too! Since I got confused by his shouts and started pressing the brake and the accelerator almost at the same time, he quickly left the steering and held my legs with his macro-sized palms! He grabbed my left knee in one hand and my right knee with his other and pulled them up and applied the brake just in the nick of time.

Me: O My God! That was indeed a close shave! Ufff! Thanks Mahesh….

As I was thanking him he was actually still holding my knees and I could feel his large warm palms on my knees and lower thighs; I was almost feeling his cozy hands directly on my skin due to my nonexistent pajama!

Mahesh: Yes Anita… that was close…. Very close… you almost smashed the poor animal!

Me: Am so sorry… actually… I did not know… I was slightly unmindful…

Mahesh: How could you… I mean (shrugging) miss that big thing??

Me: Yes… err… (How could I say him that his deliberate and constant touches on my breast made me unmindful)… no… I don’t know… I just missed it…

Mahesh: Anyway… all’s well that ends well. You have not bumped the car… thank God!

At last Mahesh took his hands off my legs and in fact when he did that, he actually brushed and felt my smooth plump thighs in a very direct and impolite manner. I was amazed to see the boldness he was injecting in his moves!

Mahesh: Oh! Am feeling thirsty…

The car was parked by the roadside and saying that he got out of the car and indicated me to get down as well. I quickly adjusted my dupatta and kameez as much as possible and stepped out of the car.

Mahesh: Anita… generally I keep a bottle of water in the car... but unfortunately today I have not…Are you thirsty too?

Me: Absolutely… am quite thirsty too! More so probably due to this near accident… Uff! That was a very narrow escape!

As I stepped in front of him, his eyes immediately skid down my body to my legs which were looking immensely sexy in this extremely tight outfit. My left hand unconsciously tried to push down the hem of my kameez down over my upper thighs, but my effort went futile. Mahesh smiled and quite openly adjusted the front of his trouser (actually he adjusted his cock inside his trousers!) in front of me. I naturally was a bit offended by this act and looked elsewhere. The initial respect that I had for him because of his honest explanation of driving skills was quickly evaporating due to his latest behaviors.

Mahesh: Okay… I will get some water for us both… you just wait here Anita… I will be back in minutes.
Me: But… but Mahesh… where would you get water here?

Mahesh: Don’t worry! You are absolutely safe here… I know this area like my palm… I will be back in 10 minutes…. Just wait till such time.

Saying that he opened the back seat door of the car and took an empty bottle and off he went before I could even say anything to him. I obviously felt a bit awkward standing all alone by the car in that desolate stretch of the road and continued to frown at Mahesh as he meandered through the grassy pastures. I was naturally still feeling the ‘heat’ and seeing the opportunity and the fact that there was no one around, I slowly pressed my hand over my genitals and started scratching my pussy over my pajama and panty. I felt quite relaxed while doing so and the light breeze helped me to get refreshed. Then I quickly adjusted my bra a little to breathe easy and lastly before getting inside the car again, I stretched my panty edge (as it had slipped inwards towards my ass crack) over my round buttocks as far as possible.

Me: Arre… what’s… what’s those?

As I took my seat inside the car and closed the door, I noticed a couple of magazines on the back seat. I did not even look at the back seat prior and now took a proper look. There was a small box along with two magazines and a towel. Since I had nothing to do till Mahesh returned, I just casually took one magazine to glance through it, but I was simply stunned and stumped to see the picture on the cover page – “Savita Bhabhi – the bra salesman”.

I immediately felt a tremble in my arms seeing that porn magazine lying so openly in the car. Was it kept by Mahesh? Or by someone else who used the car prior? Was Mahesh aware of such lewd things lying around? My ears were turning red as my eyes were fixed on the cover page of the magazine which depicted a matured married lady standing in a blue sari with deep red vermilion on her head and a vermilion bindi on her forehead. Her big ripe breasts were oozing out of her sari and her navel was clearly visible through the transparent sari. There were two more pics at the left side of the cover page, where the lady was seen with her husband just after marriage, and just below that she was with her husband on bed in a complete naked state; the most erotic part was that the lady was naked yet the red vermilion, the bindi, and gold necklace appeared so prominent and appealing on her!

My lips were drying already as I was indeed quite excited seeing that magazine! I was more than eager to go through it now. I already could listen to my heart beat! I looked around through the window – the landscape and the setting was as desolate as ever and I could see Mahesh very far still walking away for water. I was already feeling ‘hot’ inside with all those touches on my breasts by my driving tutor and now that the bay was clear and this magazine was in my hand, I did not take a second to decide to proceed through it.

I turned the page and there was one man with light moustache wearing a deep red shirt pressing the door bell “Ding Dong”.

‘Who’s there”, the blue sari housewife called from inside; her red vermilion looked so apt on her head along with the matching bindi on her forehead, and the red bangles on her slender arms.

“Hello Madam, I am selling this… okay, so this man was a salesman. I continued reading. “…this new brand of bra. Would you be interested?”

Huh! What a product to sell, I thought within myself, though could not stop ogling at the packet the salesman was carrying, which depicted a young girl in a red-colored bra and panty.

“No thanks”, replied the married woman.

Natural, I thought because it’s really extremely cumbersome to buy undergarments from a male salesman.

“Okay madam, but please can I get a glass of water?”, the salesman requested the lady.

Huh! The shrewd salesman… But I had to admit that there was something in the comic strip and the art work which easily made me portray the role of that blue-sari housewife named Savita. The situation seemed so real, the artwork so lively, and the dialogues so genuine and appropriate that I could not stop myself from placing me in Savita Bhabhi’s shoes!

“Okay, come, and wait a minute” was the natural reply from the housewife.

As I looked at the picture of Savita, I found her to be tall and more or less slim, her hairs curling down her shoulders, and she had big prominent mammaries – all in all an envious figure.

The lady came back with the glass of water and presented to the salesman. The son of a bitch salesman had his eyes already on her big breasts. I was a bit irritated to note that even the nipple impressions of Savita were visible through the blouse and sari she was wearing - that I thought was a bit too much of an imagination of the author - very rarely would a housewife come in front of an outsider without wearing a bra. But…I thought it might be possible… in the afternoon hours when a woman would lie down for some rest after lunch and other daily chores at home. I was indeed getting very quickly engrossed into this comic strip!

Then the salesman (seemed as per his plan) opened the packet of the product he was selling and requested Savita Bhabhi to have a look at the special piece.

A bright red colored bra could easily be seen inside the packet. She took the bra in her hand and related that it appeared too small for her to wear. I also felt the same way as the bra indeed looked rather tiny for her matured breasts.

The bra was hanging from Savita Bhabhi’s hand in the air just in front of the salesman’s eyes and the whole scene indeed looked very erotic. I looked round the room and it resembled so very much with my own house! The wooden door with a rectangular glass panel, a wall hanging, a sofa in the background, a cupboard with drawers, a flower vase, and bicolor walls – the whole setting was undeniably very similar to my own! I appreciated in my mind the person who did the art work for this comic strip as this certainly would remind many housewives about their own household!

The salesman quickly argued stating that it was special imported elastic and requested Savita to try it once. I admitted in my mind that in practical life also these salesmen are so nagging and harassing that they won’t leave you till you try and comment on their product. Here also I found Savita Bhabhi having no other choice but to satisfy the salesman. I smiled within myself seeing the posture of Savita Bhabhi with half of her figure turned towards the salesman and other half towards the room where she would try the product with the red bra dangling sexily in her left hand.

Savita Bhabhi walked back to the room and closed the door for the bra trial. She was naturally thinking that the bra would not fit her as she was about to drop her pallu. She was standing by the couch and in front of her dressing table. Again, it resembled so much with my own bedroom! I honestly was stunned by the imagination of this comic strip artist. She dropped her pallu; her nipple impressions over her blue blouse looked so sexy! And then I realized that she was actually not wearing a bra under her blouse as she murmured within herself, “Hey bhagwan, I didn’t even wear a bra today. No wonder that harami salesman was thirsty!”

Savita Bhabhi took off her blouse and her copious bubbly boobs looked extremely alluring with the big reddish areolas and pointed nipples. I was feeling the heat now… my ears were red hot by that time and I was inhaling and exhaling deeply with beads of perspiration crowning my forehead and cleavage. I pulled off my dupatta and threw it to the other seat to make myself comfortable and also parted my legs further to ease my pussy itches. I looked around and noted if anyone was approaching and if there was any vehicle on the road, but the road was absolutely vacant. I felt much relaxed and kept the magazine for a while on my lap and gently squeezed my left breast which was still quite taut due to constant pressing and rubbing by Mahesh while he helped me with my driving lessons.

I concentrated on the magazine again. Savita Bhabhi was standing in topless condition now. She indeed looked quite awesome with her thick black hair, red vermilion on head, bindi on forehead, golden earrings and necklace, completely naked breasts which were dense and round, and a fat-free belly.
I almost visualized myself in her place and immediately blushed heavily. My left hand unthinkingly went to my lap and started feeling and pressing my firm, well formed thighs and ended up in my crotch prickling my choot area over my dress.

As Savita Bhabhi turned to the mirror and started trying the bra which the salesman had brought, she suddenly noticed that the salesman sitting outside was managing to peep through the door and could see her! She was confused about what to do – either she could slam the door on his face or just continue to ignore as if she did not notice that the salesman was able to view her while she was trying the new brassiere. I really appreciated the artist of the comics for the facial expression of Savita Bhabhi; it was so, so real! I wonder if I would have looked exactly like Savita Bhabhi had I been in such a similar sexy situation. And the decision that Savita Bhabhi took regarding this situation would match many married women (including me) in such a clumsy situation!

She decided to act as if she was completely unaware that the salesman was able to view her unclothed body through the door from his seated position on the sofa outside. Now naturally once a woman knew that she was being watched by a male in her exposed condition she immediately starts to feel hot and starts breathing faster and her nipples would invariably get hard. Same was the case with Savita Bhabhi and the picture depicting that was so hot with her complete boob shape and close-up of nipples with her hands pressing on her big naked breasts, it really made me feel sweltering!

The matured married lady was getting naughty realizing this sudden opportunity! Honestly, previously I would have thought otherwise but once coming to the ashram and getting the treatment from Guru-ji, I did not feel any hesitation in teasing this male brute! Having said that what this lady did was a bit too much I thought….

Savita Bhabhi looked at the mirror and noting the salesman ogling at her like a hungry dog pushed up her boobs with her hands, closed her eyes, and started to lick each upturned red nipple with her tongue; this awesome show must have given an instant erection to the salesman I thought!

Obviously the salesman had a trying time just sitting on the sofa and murmured “Damn, what is this lady up to?”

Now Savita Bhabhi went one step ahead! She lowered her sari at the waist and revealed her white panty! She was not wearing a bra at that time as the bra which the salesman gave her to try was just too small and hence her milk tanks were uncovered and now she was exposing part of her wheat-colored upper thighs along with her panty! Naturally the salesman was having a huge bulge in his pant-front and seeing that I almost had a skipped beat! I felt extremely horny seeing his thick lund poking violently at his trouser-front. I started circling my finger over my choot and tried to insert it over my dress into my honey pot. I kept the magazine on the dashboard and closed my eyes and started squeezing my breasts amply with my other hand. I continued that lewd act for probably minute till I felt a bit comfortable and again returned into the story almost gasping.

Savita Bhabie had inserted her left hand inside her panty and was scratching her choot; needless to say that her facial expression was just superb and absolutely real. As I had squeezed my tits quite copiously I noted my kameez had slid down significantly exposing my deep cleavage and even the bulge of my big round boobs, but since there was no one around and there was no trace of Mahesh in the vicinity I did not care to cover myself up.

This matured housewife was getting naughtier by the minute now! This time she wore the new red bra; the bra cups did cover her bubbling boobs, and she somehow managed to fix the hook at her back. Then she walked down to the door and peeped out and asked the salesman for some help. The salesman was more than glad to help this sexy buxom married lady. He stood up from the sofa and eagerly stepped forward towards the room with the stereotype standard question, “Any problem Madam?”

Savita Bhabhi murmured, “The hook is stuck, it’s so tight!” and she stood in a typical sexy pose with half of her back towards the salesman and she was turning back to talk. Her lovely shoulder plus black dancing hair, parted thick lips, dreamy eyes, her bulging boobs struggling inside the bra cups, her bare smooth back and her curvy hips and succulent petticoat-covered ass globes actually made her look awfully sexy. The salesman naturally jumped upon this golden opportunity to touch Savita Bhabhi and she was making the scene utterly tempting by sexily murmuring, “Please hurry up! It’s hurting my…..” The scene was just too erotic as depicted in the comics from a bird’s eye angle – the door of the room was open, Savita Bhabhi standing with her hand on her hips while the salesman was busy unhooking her bra at her back, the sofa, dressing table, and the flower pot surrounding them, and her voluptuous figure clad in just a sheer red brassiere and a blue petticoat was oozing out sexiness and heat from all angles.

I wondered what would happen once the salesman opened her bra hook!

My query was soon resolved as I noted Savita Bhabhi giving a “Thank you” to the salesman with a smiling face as her bra straps slipped off her shoulders! My goodness! I was shocked to see the daring attitude of this matured lady! Her back was now fully naked and so was her shoulders and upper portion of her boobs! The salesman was prompt enough to reply, “Okay Madam I will go and check if I have another piece”.

And by that time I was sure that Savita Bhabhi was charged up very adequately and as to my expectation she was indeed shamelessly kindling the candle. She just removed the bra off her breasts and handed it over to the salesman in a totally topless state! Though she covered her big jiggling upper treasures with her left hand most of her boobs could be seen clearly including her perky nipples. Seeing a brief glimpse of her complete frontal nudity, the salesman must have had an explosion under his pants! Moments later, Savita Bhabhi, keeping her eyes at the salesman’s eyes, slowly removed her left hand off her big mammaries revealing her glorious milk tanks fully to him.

O! What a sight! Savita Bhabhi was standing in front of the salesman only clad in her blue petticoat. Her juicy boobs were fully unclothed and she kept her right hand on her hip making things worse for the salesman while she kept her left hand on her left breast in such a way that her areola and nipple remained just about covered!

“What are you standing just there for?” Savita Bhabhi cunningly teased the salesman. “Measure it and get the proper size next time.” The lady indicated to her naked upturned boobs.

By that time in my mind I was fully playing the role of Savita and seeing her exposed condition and clear concurrence for sex with this salesman, hardly could I control myself further. My legs were further parted automatically in my heated condition and I could feel my pajama stretching very tightly on my legs to the point of almost getting ripped! My thighs were emitting heat already and I was breathing very deeply with my big breasts moving up and down vigorously inside my tight kameez. I really felt like unhooking my bra to breathe easy, but was in no position to do that. Though I was alone in the car and the place was absolutely desolate, but the thought if Mahesh coming back refrained me from unhooking my bra.

The salesman had already started to palpate and examine Savita Bhabhi’s naked tits in the pretext of measuring. He was openly cupping and pressing her tight naked boob flesh and naturally the lady had started to moan. The bulge inside the salesman’s trousers was very much evident and hardly could the monster be caged anymore now. The salesman could not control himself touching the big naked boobs of this sexy housewife and immediately grabbed and cupped her tits with both hands, which made the lady gasp and shout, “What are you doing? I just told you to…”

[Ramesh_Rocky]

The salesman had tasted blood and was now openly squeezing Bhabhi’s nangi breasts. He now came very close and started licking the reddish nipples! With his left hand he twisted Savita Bhabhi’s one nipple and licked and kissed her other nipple with his lips. The scene was so erotically represented in the comic strip that I left out the magazine and started squeezing my both mammaries with my hands ogling at the sexy depiction. The irony and burlesque of that scene was a picture of Savita Bhabhi and her husband on the marriage day could be seen on the wall just behind them.

There was no stopping after that and I just skimmed through the tons of sexy illustration of Savita Bhabhi and the salesman in compromised poses hugging each other, the salesman holding her waist and kissing her naked boobs, sucking her upturned hard nipples, Bhabhi moaning and groaning in ecstasy, and finally the salesman pushing Bhabhi onto the couch and getting ready to fuck.
I turned through the pages and gazed and stared at the beautiful sexy illustrations of the salesman getting all over the matured lady’s body and geared up for a grand fucking session. Just then Savita Bhabhi initiated a very intrepid and bold move. She offered to give an oral service to the salesman’s cock! I was flushed and was almost trembling in excitement seeing the pictorial representation of Savita Bhabhi sitting on her knees on the floor opening the zip of the salesman’s trousers, carefully taking out his thick large cock, and then sucking it with her luscious red lips like a stick ice-cream. This cock sucking scene continued on and on making me go wild stretching my legs to the fullest, having my finger scratching all over my panty, leaving me utterly gasping and I had no other option but to open my bra hook to breathe properly. I threw the magazine and lifted my kameez to expose my belly area and then took my hands to the back and quickly unhooked my bra and immediately my heavy bosom jigged and moved very sexily inside the loose bra cups. I gave a couple of very long and deep squeezes with my hands on my mammaries over my dress and really felt much better. I could sense drops of juice tickling through my pussy into my panty. I just could not wait any longer and pulled up my kameez and loosened my pajama string so that I could insert my hand inside my panty and started self fingering myself.

Me: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Sssssssssssshhhhhhh…

It was such a great relief! It was so satisfying! As I was ogling through the remaining pages of the magazine featuring the grand fucking scenes of Savita Bhabhi and the salesman I never realized that Mahesh was back! Since I was so much engrossed in the story and the place was throughout desolate, I just did not care to look round every minute to check if Mahesh was coming back. I could only realize his presence when I heard the sound of the door opening beside me!

Mahesh: Good to see that you are not asleep at least Anita!

I simply froze for the moment! I was not even in a position to quickly recompose myself. Since I was totally unaware about his presence and he just opened the door beside me, I was in an absolute mess! I was so confused that I even forget to move and merely sat in that totally compromised state – my right hand still around my jiggling copious boob flesh with my bra unhooked inside my kameez and my left hand inside my pajama caressing my choot inside my panty with my “pajama nara” dangling outside!

I was caught and that too absolutely red-handed with the porn magazine open on my lap!

Mahesh: Well… well…

I was so confused regarding my clumsy state that I just sat like a duffer in front of my driving teacher.

Mahesh: Umm… naughty girl! This is not for college girls my dear… this magazine is for married ladies… don’t you know that?

Saying that he gently picked up the Savita Bhabhi magazine from my lap and gazed at the page where Savita Bhabhi was fucked by the salesman on the sofa; I continued to sit like a statue, naturally feeling extremely ashamed and embarrassed being caught like that by Mahesh! But I realized that it was the best opportunity to recompose myself somewhat as he was looking at the magazine. I instantly sneaked out my arm off my panty and pajama and kept it over my lap; my dupatta was still lying on the next seat and I naturally looked awfully sexy without my dupatta with my heaving boobs jutting out through my kameez with an inch of my heavy cleavage clearly advertised; the condition was more miserable for me as my bra was unclasped inside. I indeed was totally confused now. I tried my best to restrict my movements as much as possible (I could not stop my breathing though) as I obviously did not wished Mahesh to know that my bra was open inside my churidar top.

Mahesh: Though you are unmarried… but I can tell you… as you are quite matured Anita… these stories are fabulous… especially the beautiful artwork…

I was still looking down and was not in a position at all to converse with Mahesh.

Mahesh: You seem to be enjoying this quite a bit… Eh? Quite natural for your age! He he he he…

I was silent. I was feeling so mortified listening to the soft laugh and could well realize that he was well and truly enjoying my clumsy situation.

The next thing what Mahesh did was so shameful that I felt thunderstruck and as if completely frozen. He had the magazine in one hand and was half bending towards me and from that posture he just lifted my kameez slightly and picked up my loose hanging “pajama nara”!

Mahesh: What’s this? Good Lord! What were you doing Anita? Ummm?

Me: Eiiii… err… umm… No…

I really struggled to substantiate any suitable reply to Mahesh. I felt as if like a timid student in front of a persuasive teacher! My face grew red, I started to breathe deeply, and was feeling so, so humiliated the way he was probing things! I was unable to raise my eyes in shame and was just feeling miserable though my body was indeed in a very much heated condition. I could easily feel that my nipples were still hard and my pussy was wet and I was unwilling to even close my legs, which were placed shamelessly wide apart even in front of Mahesh! In fact I had started to feel an uncomfortable hurting in my groins as my panty edges had seated quite deep inside as my thighs were parted for a considerable period of time now.

Mahesh: Arre… why only satisfy yourself by seeing these lifeless pictures… (he whispered the next few words in my ears) Anita… look beyond this magazine…

Mahesh held my wrist gently. His cold touch felt so good on my ‘hot’ skin! I was confused and looked up at him. He smiled.

Mahesh: Arre kya hua? Sharma gayi! Com’ on sweetie! These are not for you… once you get married… you read these… okay? Ha ha ha….

I was thoroughly confused at what he was up to and looked at Mahesh with an absolute puzzled gaze.

Mahesh: Oye… what happened? Com’ on Anita… we are getting late… Get up! …get up! Let’s continue our lessons…

My clothing condition was so clumsy that I was pretty much unwilling to move from the driver’s seat as that would expose me in front of him very blatantly.

Me (very hesitatingly): Err… You… will you drive now?

Mahesh: Oh right! Why should I ask you to get up! You are learning naa… seems am also carried away by those steamy pics… Ha ha ha….

Though I grinned foolishly I was desperately trying to find out a way to fix my bra and tie my pajama.

Mahesh: First have some water and then we will carry on!

Me: Thanks.

This water was much needed; I had a dry throat and my body was also “heated up”; I needed some cooling effect. I quickly gulped down half the bottle of water before handing it back to Mahesh.

Mahesh: One thing I was noting Anita… time and again… you seemed to be too much nervous while driving… I am sitting right beside you… why did you look so unconfident?

Me: No… err… I mean… it’s the first time…

Mahesh: What first time? Driving for the first time?

I just nodded. Despite drinking the water, I still was unable to recover from my “heated” state.

Mahesh: But… but am siting right beside you! Even my foot is on yours… so… I mean what’s there to feel so nervous! And how could you miss that whole buffalo is still puzzling me!

Me: Tu… I mean true, but… err… yes, am slightly nervous… I can’t deny… holding the steering… err…. for the first time like this!
Mahesh: Just drive bindaas naa… Moreover there’s hardly any traffic here! Are you finding me unfamiliar to be easy?

Me: No… no… not.. not at all.

Mahesh: Then? Driving should be fun… but it seemed to me reading your face that it was if an examination for you! You are young… college going… so you should try to extract fun and excitement out of it!

Me: No, no... am quite thrilled … believe me! And… and you have guided me so very nicely…

Mahesh: But… (shrugging) but I found you quite stiff and anxious throughout the time the wheel was in your hands!

I looked up for a moment and met his eyes, but had to drop my eyes quickly as I noted Mahesh was directly staring at my big round mammaries. I could well realize that as I was breathing now the upward and downward movement of my big tight tits was obviously much more prominent as my bra hook was open, which obviously made Mahesh more attentive towards my milk jugs. There was no way I could hide that either! I bit my lips and was obviously feeling increasingly uneasy.

Mahesh: Okay… there’s a way we often use for teenage learners… to inject confidence, fun, and self belief…

I looked questionably at him.

Mahesh: Yes… but Anita it’s just a fun process for practicing and testing a learner… you need to accept it that way only… okay?

I nodded eagerly like a fool knowing nothing about that “process” as I was more than happy to see the conversation ending.

Mahesh: It’s a completely new and different style you know… though mostly restricted to teens… but I think to make you free on the wheel…. I can apply that for you!

Me: I… I see… (I almost whispered; my throat was getting dry time and again thinking of my condition - sitting in front of this matured male with an open bra and untied pajama!)

Mahesh: This particular process for learners is called lap driving …

Me: Lap driving! Never heard anything of that sort!

Mahesh (with a smile): Surprised by the name I guess!

“Lap driving!” I was indeed quite surprised by that name, but never could guess the bamboozlement that was waiting for me during this new learning process.

Mahesh: Anita see…. lap refers to knees and legs basically… the learner sits between the legs of the trainer and drive… that gives huge confidence to the learner actually you know…

I still could not read what he meant and simply looked like a dupe!

Mahesh: It naturally adds fun and excitement in addition to quick learning… He he he…

My body was so much stimulated still and my mind yet to recover from the Savita Bhabie magazine - I was not able to comprehend fully what my driving teacher intended and simply gave the nod.

Mahesh: Fine! Anita… you need to just push yourself up a bit in your seat… so that I could squeeze in there…

What did he mean? We will both share the same seat?

Mahesh hardly gave me any time to ponder about this new idea of lap driving and virtually pushed my shoulder to get me going. I pushed my heavy ass up and shifted a little bit on the seat towards the steering wheel and he virtually jumped inside the space thus created behind my back and the backrest of the seat.

Mahesh: Yeah! That’s perfect!

Me: Eiii! Mahesh…. What are you doing? How can we seat like this?

Mahesh: I told you naa Anita… its called lap driving and the learner sits on the lap of the trainer and drives…. Okay? And you need not worry dear… let me ignite the engine… and you will see how easy it becomes to go ahead in lap driving.

I hardly got a chance to react or protest about this posture and proximity and he quickly turned on the engine of the car and placed his feet on the clutch and accelerator plates. My legs were literally squeezed and pressed in between his strong and muscular legs as he started driving the car forward changing the gear.

Mahesh: Arre Anita… why are you so stiff! Relax and enjoy the driving!

I already was able to feel a thing growing against my ass and that was his erect cock! Naturally I was instantly stirred up more so as I was already “heated up” through that porn magazine and with boobs freely bouncing in my open bra.

Mahesh was sitting right behind me – his legs surrounding my fleshy thighs, his arms on the wheel nearly embracing me over my arms, his face was right behind my head and his chin on my shoulder; thus I could even feel his breaths very, very clearly on the side of my face and neck, and the worst part was his crotch was pushing directly and very indecently on my big tight ass as if he was humping me from behind!

Mahesh: Fine… now you take control Anita… I will just assist…

There was no way out for me and I had to obey my instructor’s orders. I placed my feet on the clutch-accelerator-brake plate and held the steering firmly. Thankfully the road was more of less straight, but still my attention was greatly getting diverted by this muscular man’s intimate touches.

Mahesh: Good… now you drive along slowly Anita… I will take a small test … He he he… just to ensure you grasped everything properly.

Me: Thesst… I mean test??

Mahesh: Arre! Don’t panic Anita! I am there with you naa…. That’s the fun of lap driving… the trainer is always there… right behind you to help! He he…

I was really not able to think much further as the pressing of his legs on mine and his embrace in the name of holding the steering wheel from both sides was making me feel extremely uncomfortable and virtually taking me from the frying pan to the oven.

Mahesh: I am sure that with me on the same seat …. You are no more nervous Anita…

Me: Ye… no… I mean no… I’m not! But…

Mahesh: Great! I can already sense confidence in your voice Anita!

I wondered how he could trace confidence in my voice! On the contrary I was more shaky than previous as my whole body was “heated up” and I breathing very heavily. Moreover, I started to feel rather embarrassed now as my big round boobs were virtually bouncing and jerking every now and then inside my dress in a very sexy way when the car jerked as my bra hook was open. There was no way I could hide that and being a heavy-breasted woman it was all the more embarrassing for me to have my big juicy tits bouncing freely inside my dress with a male breathing literally over my neck!

Mahesh could not have missed that and he must have been eying the sexy bouncing of my mammaries inside my churidar suit; fortunately I was unable to see his eyes as he was right behind me. In no time I started to feel a firm thing poking at my hip area very offensively and unmistakably it had to be Mahesh’s growing hard cock! He quickly adjusted his sitting posture probably to feel comfortable, which in effect made his cock press more through his trouser-front onto the softness of my large round buttocks.

My goodness! What was he up to!
Mahesh: Well for the lap driving test the rule is very simple! Neither you will talk nor I. I will only instruct you through signals to execute various options while driving… and you just need to carry them out.

Me: Aahhh… err… o… okay!

Mahesh: To keep things simple I will use only six signals which you need to remember and execute. But remember… I will not have my hands on the wheels. Of course I will be assisting you with brakes, clutches, and gear as needed. Okay?

I just nodded. The car moved ahead slowly. We were into the twilight zone as the sun was about to set and the light outside was diminishing greatly.

Mahesh: #1 Signal from me would imply for you to turn left … so if you sense signal #1, you need to turn the car to the left … okay?

Me: Okay… But… but what’s the signal?

I almost whispered. Mahesh kept his hand on mine on the driving wheel and brought his mouth very near to my ear and imitated my whispering tone.

Mahesh: Here’s the first signal… if I touch your belly on the left side you need to turn left. I think its simple enough?

I could not stop smiling listening to the signal type! Mahesh tilted a bit to the left side and glanced at my face.

Mahesh: Good to see a smile on your face… you look so beautiful when you smile… I think you should smile more often than not!

Straight flattering and hitting me below the belt - I giggled shyly and obviously liked his comment.

Mahesh: Anita…. now please be a little more relaxed my dear … you are still stiff!

Me: Am trying to get relaxed… believe me…

I relaxed some of my muscles, but by doing so my body pressed more onto his body. The scene was of course getting rather hot and sexy inside the moving car! I could as if immediately sense a spring in his cock getting more hardened and poking me more! The touch and the feel was so, so evident!

Mahesh: If I touch your belly on the right side you need to turn right… that’s signal #2… pretty easy to remember… isn’t it?

I found it quite amusing, simple, and exciting too! By that time I obviously was enjoying his body warmth and closeness quite judiciously. I noted that the hindrance in my mind of Mahesh being a total stranger was evaporating quite rapidly!

Me: Okay… seems simple and uncomplicated.

Mahesh: Yes, that’s the motto! Signal #3 and #4 are related…. Signal #3 is to accelerate and that’s when I place my hand on your left leg... so you know you need to accelerate when I keep my hand on your left leg.

Though he was referring to my “leg”, but the part of my leg that he would access was actually my smooth juicy thighs. I smiled within myself seeing the boldness of this driver.

Mahesh: Signal #4 is when I touch your right leg… then you need to decelerate. Okay?

Me: Hmm… seems reasonable! Right for acceleration and left for deceleration.

Mahesh: Right! Isn’t it fun?

Me: Sounds pretty ho… I mean err… interesting.

Mahesh (now slowly placing his hands right over me and holding both my hands on the steering wheel): Yes this lap driving concept is designed to have fun while learning and practicing. But the last part is at times a little bit uneasy for women … but I think there’s no other appropriate options left… so they have designed it that way!

Me: Meaning…?? What are the last two signals?

Mahesh (lowering his voice and keeping his lips very near to my left ear; his warm fingers already playing with my tender fingers on the wheel): Since the legs and the stomach parts are used for signals 1, 2, 3, and 4, lap driving refers to blowing horn in a rather analytic way.

Mahesh paused briefly. I was feeling extremely uneasy as I could feel my breasts growing and my nipples getting rock hard as he was caressing my fingers and concurrently pressing the front of his body onto mine. His chin was at times almost resting on my shoulder. His embracing hands were pressing the sides of my body making me feel almost in a hug from the back!

Mahesh: As in older days the horn of a car resembled the horn of a lorry... you must have seen… a bulging round rubber head for the lorry driver to press as the horn… it resembles very much like the female breast you know… so in lap driving the instructor indicates the learner to blow horn likewise…

I was already bowled over – first by the very sexily depicted Savita Bhabie story and then listening to this idea of lap driving, and now with the fifth signal explanation from Mahesh being whispered in my ears; I honestly felt like closing my eyes in anticipated ecstasy!

Mahesh: I know it’s a little bit cumbersome… but if you take it as a fun activity I think it will sink better… yes, it’s a problem for matured women… especially who are married…married women are more shy and expressive… if during lap driving I indicate to blow horn by touching their breasts, they might take it otherwise… very old college of thought you know… they can never match a vibrant college girl like you! Don’t you agree Anita?

What should I say? Mahesh acted like a sly fox placing his logic to the T! I had to nod to look like a ‘vibrant college girl’! Naturally I was tight-lipped and almost red to core in sheer embarrassment.

Instead of tightly slapping this man for this perverted dirty idea, I found my heart to be pounding in thrill and expectancy!

Mahesh: See Anita… just like the left side and right side of the stomach… 5th and 6th signals are also based on the left breast and the right breast. Okay? (a little pause; he straightened the steering wheel so that the car remained firmly on the road, and then started caressing my fingers more intimately and pressed his chin very seemingly on my shoulder) So the 5th signal is blowing the horn… if I touch your right breast… it means you need to blow the horn and if I touch your left breast, you need to change the gear. Just see the logical angle Anita… since the gear is on the left of the steering, left breast means changing of gear! Really well thought of… isn’t it?

Me: Huh!

I felt so clumsy and discomfited listening to such rules that my ears were emitting heat! I just nodded and obviously was not in a position to react at all. Mahesh very craftily took the license from me for touching my intimate parts and my physical condition was such that I did not have the mental strength to object to it either!

Mahesh: So all is clear Anita? Can we start?

Me: O… okay…

Mahesh: Mind you… no talking till I conclude your test… if I need to put brakes on for any emergency purpose I will do that… so don’t worry… just relax and enjoy lap driving.

Saying that he again adjusted his posture on the seat which basically was a thrust towards my tight ass through his crotch and concurrently pressing the sides of my body through his ‘embrace’ before he took off his hands of the steering wheel.

Mahesh: So mum’s the word Anita!

I just smiled dryly and he started instantly!

[Ramesh_Rocky]

And Rajpal… you just don’t go and start chatting with daddy… you keep an eye on the baby while I arrange the basics.

Jija-ji: As your highness pleases.

Poonam-didi and Jija-ji presented me with a very nice floral printed skirt-blouse this time. I was in fact longing to wear it and promptly got this fitting opportunity. I took the dress along with my undergarments and a towel and went to the toilet. I quickly completed my bath as I was desirous to wear the new dress. As I sponged my naked body with the soft towel I noticed my new dress in detail for the first time.

Poonam-didi and Jija-ji had not seen me past 1-2 years as they had never visited our place during that time and they probably bought the dress remembering my height when they last saw me. I was 15 now and was naturally growing and developing pretty fast. My shoulders were getting a matured woman’s form and so were my tiny breasts which had attained the size of two teacups. My hips had gained copious flesh in recent times and were taking a very roundish contour. My legs were starting to look pretty attractive as they taper down into my feet with my thighs attaining a broad shape with tight flesh and a hairless character.

Though the print of the dress and the soft fabric of the two-piece dress truly impressed me, I was slightly concerned as I noted that the length of both the top and the skirt were somewhat short and did not reach my knees when I hung it against my body. Without wasting any more time I quickly wore my inner wears and put on the dress and checked me in the small mirror that we had in the bathroom. To my delight I noticed the dress fitted extremely nicely to my figure, my breasts did not appear too prominent through the top, but as I looked down I was a bit uncomfortable. Though the top was not too tight on my body, but its length was somewhat short and it did not reach the skirt waistband and exposed about an inch of my flat fair belly skin. This style was indeed quite new to me and I liked it. I looked rather smart in that skirt though it did not reach my knees and ended a couple of inches above. I knew my mom would not like this sort of a dress, but I myself felt rather satisfied wearing this new dress. The sleeves of the top and the hem of the skirt had marginal puffy frills which actually made the attire look more attractive.

Thankfully my mom did not oppose too much to the new style of the dress and was more keenly focussed on the care of Poonam-didi’s baby. Within an hour we were out for the matinee show. Of course myself and Harsh were the most thrilled in the team as we hardly got an opportunity to go to the theater and that too without our parents. The baby was peacefully sleeping on Poonam-didi’s lap as we reached Lilavati. But Jija-ji came back from the ticket counter with the worst possible news that the matinee show was ‘house full’. Within a moment as if someone blotted all the vigor and joy from my face and I looked up painfully at Poonam-didi.

Poonam-didi: Arre Rajpal… do something… they have come to watch a film… you cannot break their heart!

Jija-ji: Oho Poonam… don’t I know that! What can I do if the show is house full!
Huh! Sala there is not a single ‘blacker’ available even! Just imagine! …someone said there was a security officer raid yesterday… so…

Poonam-didi: What to do then?

Harsh: Jija-ji, there’s another hall to the back of this road… ‘Mini Lilavati’… smaller theater… bagal mehi hai!

Jija-ji: Okay, chal… lets try there. But what movie is running there?

Poonam-didi: Arre anything will do… you go and try naa…

Jija-ji: Okay, okay… u and Anita take a rickshaw and come… we will walk quickly by that time.

Jija-ji and Harsh went off quickly through an alley and myself and Poonam-didi boarded a cycle-rickshaw. Poonam-didi was on the fattier side and with the baby in her lap, she took a lot of space and I just managed to touch my ass on the rickshaw seat. As the rickshaw traveled through the main road I was conscious enough to note that males who were passing the rickshaw were directly looking at my legs. I quickly closed my legs but as I was sitting on the edge of the seat with my legs folded downwards and since my skirt was short and puffy down my waist, I was presenting an ample upskirt view for the onlookers. I could realize that but had nothing to do! I naturally was stiff and was blushing and tried my best to close my legs as much as I can and tried to stretch the skirt downwards, but it was a futile effort. Thankfully the journey was short and we descended off the rickshaw soon.

Jija-ji: Poonam… there’s a horror film running here...

Poonam-didi: Hindi?

Jija-ji: No, no… English… Revenge of the Dead!

Poonam-didi: Thank God… Hindi Ramsay is too vulgar… this we can watch it I guess…?

Jija-ji: Yes, yes… it’s a vampire movie… I didn’t take a chance… I’ve purchased tickets already!

Poonam-didi: Vampire movie… must be an old one… should be scary… so Anita… cheer up! You looked s-o-o-o disappointed a minute ago!

I was smiling broadly and so was Harsh. It was about time for the show to start and we entered the theater. I noted there was not much audience and those who had flocked were mostly of low class and went for the lower stall. There were some couples, both young and old, who went upstairs along with us. Jija-ji had purchased tickets of the extreme back row in the balcony. We climbed the steps with Jija-ji in front helping out Poonam-didi to climb with the baby. The light-man of the theater helped us find our seats at the back row through his lighted torch. Jija-ji was guiding us as Poonam-didi went inside first and took her seat at the wall side, then went Harsh, and then me, and finally Jija-ji.

We had just taken our seat that the advertisements started. We were all somewhat concerned that if the baby got awakened by the noise of the theater, but Jija-ji had already put cotton plugs in his ears, and thankfully it worked!

As my eyes got accustomed to the darkness of the theater, I noticed that the upper stalls were pretty much unoccupied and 3-4 rows before us were totally empty and there was no one also in the entire back row where we were sitting! As I ascended to the upper stall, I noticed some pics of this movie posted on the hallway which were all quite scary depicting dreadful, deformed human faces with immense teeth, red bulging eyes, and daunting looks and some scantily clad women in blood and some eerie-looking women with dreadful fangs. As I had not seen a horror movie prior, I was totally unaware about the dose of nudity and intimate scenes tagged with these movies.

The movie started with a group of men and women traveling through a forest when their sports car had a leak in the fuel tank and they had to halt. It was nighttime and they were in search of a shelter and it was raining too. There was one young couple, almost teenager, and other two couples were matured adults. They soon found a house in the forest and took shelter there. No one lived in the house, but there was one old caretaker who assured them that they could rest there for the night.

Jija-ji (leaning somewhat towards me, in a whispering tone): Anita… are you able to follow the conversations?

Anita: Err… no Jija-ji… not much… but I can make out the gist from their actions.

I did not hide that I was unable to pick up much of their English dialogues but was able to grasp the meaning.

Jija-ji: Okay I will help you at times… then you will be able to extract more fun and excitement from the movie. The couples… that you see are… John and Jeanette … the young couple… then Arthur and Susan… Arthur is the bearded 1 and Susan wearing jeans… and Kelvin and Pamela… Kelvin with that cowboy hat and Pamela…the miniskirt woman.

Me: Thanks Jija-ji.

I turned my face and smiled at him. Jija-ji’s mouth was now fairly close to me. I was sharing the seat-handle with him and our elbows were brushing each other’s, but now with the actors and actresses taking off their wet clothes and his ‘nearness’ was making me feel slightly tight.
Jija-ji: They have lavish bathrooms… isn’t it Anita? Even in this haunted house…

Me: Yes, Jija-ji… Just look at the shower and the taps… so nice and curvy design!

Jija-ji: Pamela also fits very aptly with the beautiful bathroom fittings…

Jija-ji chuckled and gently pushed my elbow as the camera panned on the naked body of Pamela. I could well realize Jija-ji’s hint and naturally I was a bit stiff to see that woman taking shower. The nice sound of shower, the bluish tinge of the light, and her singing made the scene look very eye-catching. She was naked, but the camera only showed her full naked legs and only the upper part of her mammaries. I was breathing a shade faster already and just then the scene started to turn scary with blood flowing through the shower and hazy masked faces on the toilet window pane.

Me: Uuuu….

I exclaimed softly and Jija-ji quickly softly grasped my hand.

Jija-ji: This is the best way to remain protected from scary scenes.

Our eyes met and we smiled at each other. I would feel the warmth of his palm on my nimble hand. As Pamela hastily got out the shower in utter panic the whole of her jiggling naked boobs was displayed on the screen for a moment.

Jija-ji: Wow! Big tanks…

As he remarked that very softly (almost as if meant for my ears only!) Jija-ji simultaneously pressed my hand in a very soft and evocative manner and I chuckled and almost clenched my lips in shyness adjusting to his and screen actions. Kelvin instantly took Pamela in his arms and tried to calm her down. The caretaker also had come down listening to the scream of Pamela and Kelvin told her something and went forward to open the door.

Jija-ji: Kelvin asked Pamela to wear something as the caretaker was at the door. Thank God she doesn’t wear a sari… otherwise the caretaker had to take a nap before he could get an entry.

I giggled and I could realize that I indeed was enjoying this whispering conversation with him and also his warm hand in which my soft hand was resting! Kelvin and the caretaker along with Arthur inspected the toilet but there was nothing scary they could trace as per Pamela’s description.

At that time Jija-ji softly inquired Ponnam-didi through Harsh if all was okay with the baby. I instantly tried to take off my hand out of Jija-ji’s grasp out of natural reflex, but he did not allow me to do so! Instead Jija-ji simply kept his right hand also on my hand (previously he was holding my right hand with his left hand)!

Poonam-didi nodded and assured all was okay. I realized that the lighting used in the movie was so poor that there was ample semi-darkness in the auditorium; moreover, Harsh was sitting with the carry-bag on his lap where necessities for the baby were there and it was also of considerable size which would hinder Poonam-didi’s vision.

Jija-ji: Harsh, pass on the potato chips packet. Give one to Poonam, you take one and pass one for Anita.

Me: Will you not eat?

Jija-ji: Will take from you… will you not share with me?

Me: Okay… but I am voracious eater of potato chips… so you need to alert Jija-ji before the packet gets emptied.

Jija-ji (bringing his lips very near my right ear): Okay… I will keep an eye on the packet as well as monitor your l-i-p-s-s-s...

Jija-ji told the last word so sensuously that I dropped my eyes.

Jija-ji: To note how many chips are going inside your mouth…

I smiled shyly; my right hand was still locked in Jija-ji’s hand, but I needed to open the packet that Harsh handed me.

Me: Jija-ji… my hand… how do I open the packet like this?

Jija-ji: Oops! Sorry…

He released my hand. The movie rolled on with some more freaky events taking place in the night with the other two women, Susan and Jeanette. Before Jeanette encountered a monstrous face in the window, John and she shared an on-screen kiss on bed, which was thankfully not long enough to embarrass me in front of Jija-ji, but the nightdress Jeanette was wearing was outrageously naughty exposing her boobs almost till her nipples and she was clearly not wearing any bra as her nipples were quite clearly visible through her dress!

Jija-ji: Let me hold the packet for you… you keep your hand on the handle and sit in a relaxed manner…

Giving me absolutely no opportunity to oppose to his request, Jija-ji just took the potato chips packet from my hand and pulled up my arm to rest on the seat handle. As we continued to watch the movie, his left hand initially held the chips packet in air, but very soon I felt the packet was getting lowered and could anticipate his hand wanted to touch my lap! I was evidently hesitant, was naturally getting slightly stiff, and my pulse rate was staring to race! He craftily engaged me in a quick conversation.

Jija-ji: This is one plus point of the foreigners Anita… they can just about wear anything and go outside….

Jija-ji was smiling; after the daybreak the women were out in the jungle for a walk and both Susan and Jeanette were wearing jeans and just a bra above while Pamela was again in her green micro-mini.

Seeing the heaving mammaries wildly exposed I was too ashamed to make any comment.

Jija-ji: I have seen in movies… the actresses go topless on roads, markets, and beaches… in front of everybody … can you imagine Anita!

Jija-ji whispered in my ears and just then Pamela saw a snake in the jungle and tumbled on the road in fear. The way she fell on the road was so indecent… everybody could see her white panty below her skirt!

Jija-ji: Thank God… at least she is wearing something below her skirt… otherwise the way they have dressed….

I heavily blushed at this statement; the actress had fallen on the road and the snake was hissing right over her body and she was lying in an outrageously sexy manner with her naked legs wide apart and her miniskirt hiking up her rotund thighs flashing her white panty very directly.

Jija-ji must have noted the reddish tinge on my face as I felt his left arm lowering down with the potato chips packet finally touching my lap! I almost quivered as I felt the back of his fingers touching my lap over my skirt. The scene in front of us was also starting to scorch as a shaken Pamela was taken back to the haunted house by Kelvin, Jeanette, and John while Arthur and Susan continued to explore the jungle and happened to pass acroses a beautiful waterfall.

They had some dialogue which I could not understand, but saw Susan dash towards the waterfall while Arthur sat on a rock.

Jija-ji: Susan wants to have a bath under the waterfall, but Arthur is reluctant… I wonder if she has a spare clothing… He he he…

I giggled again though very much conscious of Jija-ji’s hand on my lap. As Susan ran towards the waterfall she opened the zip of her jeans and clad only in her bra and panty she went inside the waterfall. A beautiful score bound the scene while the camera licked the actress’ semi-naked voluptuous body from all angles. I noted that Harsh was gulping the scene with wide eyes. I smiled within myself, but my smile did not last long as I found Jija-ji moving his hand very slowly over my lap with the chips packet held in his hand. He was feeling my well-formed legs with the back of his hand! My heart beat was increasing and I could not even look down at my legs because that would look very indecent for Jija-ji.
Just at that moment a dripping dreadful mouth attacked suddenly attacked Susan inside the waterfall and the scene was simply so unexpected especially with the nice background score and the beautiful landscape that it shook everyone in the hall. There were cries of exclamations all round even from Poonam-didi and Harsh. I also almost jumped out of my seat in panic and horror.

Jija-ji: Arre Anita… be brave… it’s just a mask yaar…

This time Jija-ji was more physical while he tried to assure and calmed me. He quickly transferred the packet from his right hand to his left hand and ultimately to the empty chair to his right and directly kept his palm on my lap in the pretext of assuring me.

Jija-ji: Let me hold you firmly so that you don’t go up from your seat again…

He kind of justified his hand placement on my lap! And, with his right hand he took control of my right hand and embraced it within his rough but warm grip. I was indeed feeling very awkward to sit like that but could not complain also ‘he’ being my loving Jija-ji.

The movie rolled on as wounded Susan rolled on the rock when Arthur arrived hearing her scream. Her bra was all wet and the impressions of her nipples were again clearly visible with blood dripping her neck region. Obviously it was time for all the men and women to sit together and discuss the series of events they were encountering after taking shelter in that house. An injured Susan, a well-shaken Pamela, and others were discussing with the caretaker regarding the scary events. I did not comprehend much of their dialogues as I was more engaged in feeling almost the whole palm of Jija-ji on my thighs over the soft fabric of my skirt!

Jija-ji: Things have started to happen… seems there will be a death now… may be… may be… Jeanette!

Me: How could you guess that?

Jija-ji: See… other two girls had been attacked but were saved… she is the only one left… then only the story will start taking shape naa…

Me: I see.

I was feeling dryness in my throat; was it due to the potato chips that I just consumed or due to my nervousness? I was breathing heavily and as I looked down I noted my teacup tits were moving up and down inside my top. I could also see Jija-ji’s hand placed lightly on my lap at the center of my thighs and his hand touching both my legs over my dress.

Jija-ji: See… I told you…

Jija-ji was right! The night had fallen and after dinner John decided to have a look around all by himself for those deadly faced creature and went outside while Jeanette was all alone in her room. Again there was a bath scene as Jeanette went to the bathroom for a shower. She took off her dress and was clad in her undergarments when suddenly there was the attack of the monstrous face again; it was the same face which attacked Susan under the waterfall. Jeanette struggled hard to get out of its clutches, but failed and after a lot of struggle inside the bathroom and ample skin show from all angles of her almost naked body, the monstrous face converted into a lady’s face with dripping fangs and pierced Jeanette’s neck and killed her.

As the last few seconds of the scene was pretty violent with blood oozing out of Jeanette’s neck and the lady’s teeth piercing into her flesh I almost closed my eyes and dropped my face. Jija-ji squeezed my hand gently with his hand and patted my thighs trying to give me courage, but in the process he moved his left hand a bit down and felt my naked skin!

Due to the semi-darkness of the theater I completely forgot that my skirt was short and more so as I was sitting; it had hiked up my legs as my ass sank deep into the spongy theater seat. The dress was up well above my knees now and as Jija-ji moved his hand slightly downwards he could feel the naked skin of my legs! I was naturally feeling a bit embarrassed to have Jija-ji touch me there, but did not get any chance to react, because just then…

Jija-ji: Uff! These bugs…

Saying that he immediately bent down marginally towards his legs and leaving my hand started scratching his legs. His left hand continued to remain placed on my lap.

Me (in a whispering tone as honestly I had gotten somewhat heated by Jija-ji‘s touches): What happened Jija-ji?

My query was spontaneous and innocent, but Jija-ji utilized that in a rather canny manner!

Jija-ji (also in a whispering tone): Arre… these bugs… you will not feel them at all… till they start sucking blood!

Me: Sucking blood?!?

Jija-ji: Yes, bedbugs do that only… they quietly climb your body and suck blood… I can feel a few now inside my pants down my knee.

Me: O My God!

I looked down and was wondering if they had climbed up my legs also!

Jija-ji: Are you feeling any itch down your legs…?

Frankly the only itch I had started to feel was down my pussy and that was surely not due to any bug, but due to my Jija-ji!

Me: No… but… I don’t know… after you mentioned…

Jija-ji: Okay... don’t panic… sit straight… I will check to be sure there are no blood suckers on your legs.

I was not in a position to defy Jija-ji and meekly agreed. Though I was staring at the big screen, my mind was completely focussed on Jija-ji. I noted he looked sideways towards Poonam-didi and was assured that she was watching the movie eagerly. I also was slightly nervous and looked at her and looked at Harsh; both were engrossed in the movie. In fact the big carry bag on Harsh’s lap was acting as a hindrance for her to see Jija-ji and me directly.

But strangely Jija-ji did not do anything and seeing no action I turned towards him. Jija-ji quickly indicated me to concentrate on the screen through his eyes; he had also taken off his left hand off my thighs! He had finished scratching his legs over his pants too! While his eyes remained focussed on the screen, I noted from the corner of my eyes that his hands had converged and were engaged on his lap! His hands were in fact pushing and rubbing his crotch area!

What was he doing?

Obviously I was confused. The movie was rolling and now Kelvin and Pamela were investigating the house and they stopped at the attic and found some pencil sketches of lovemaking scenes made by someone. As they scanned through the sketches, they themselves felt the heat and started getting closer. Kelvin was bare-chested and was wearing a denim jeans and Pamela as usual was wearing a very short skirt and a spaghetti top. Kelvin embraced him and hugged her from the front locking her pink lips in his. The kiss was painfully long and I was in fact shuffling in my seat seeing the lip movements of the man and the woman in such closeness and detail. My legs were automatically getting parted also when I saw Kelvin peeling off Pamela’s top and revealing her bra-covered boobies.

I looked again at Jija-ji; he was still caressing his crotch if I might term that!

Me (I couldn't stop asking): What happened?

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Jija-ji (in the softest whisper): Seems… a bug is inside my brief… its itching so much!

Me: What?

I was shocked, embarrassed, as well as amused! I looked carefully now towards his action and this time I was stunned to note that the fly of his pant was open! Jija-ji’s fingers were working inside!

Jija-ji: Okay… will trace that later… let me check if the bugs have attacked you also! It creates blister like red appearing lesion once it bites.

He turned towards me and I immediately got very stiff; I was nervous and looked down in shyness. His pant zip was open and as there was a lightning shown on the screen I could see a glimpse of Jija-ji’s white underwear inside his pant! I immediately had a dry throat and my heart beat raced to 100s as Jija-ji quickly slid his body on the seat downwards (so that his action was not very apparent) and reached for my legs via his long left arm!

Me: Aaahhh….

I softly exclaimed as I could feel his warm palm on my naked lower leg. He touched me on my shins and checked the area. I instantly had goosebump all over my body and I grabbed his free right hand in anxiousness on the seat handle. I could feel my tiny nipples getting erect and hard inside my top as Jija-ji was slowly palpating my legs upwards. He reached my knees and felt the smooth bent towards my thighs.

Jija-ji (whisper): None here at least… may be higher up!

By that time the 70 mm screen was emitting ‘heat’ profusely as Kelvin and Pamela were kissing and hugging passionately and Kelvin was time and again caressing Pamela’s ass and thighs lifting up her skirt very improperly exposing her panty-covered butts to the audience. The scene indeed was very hot which in fact catalyzed my fondness towards Jija-ji’s ‘dirty’ approach. Jija-ji had now reached the hem of my skirt and was trying to move further up!

Jija-ji: These bugs can easily get inside your skirt from the seat cushion…

He whispered in my ears.

Me: Ohh… err… okay…Jija-ji…

I was so rigid and nervous that I could hardly speak!

Jija-ji: Anita… you enjoy the movie naa… just remain stationary … eh… let me check if there’s any bedbug inside… actually these are quite dangerous… you will have an itch and land up with a red lesion.

Saying that he gently touched the hem of my skirt with his fingers and was about to insert his fingers inside it!

Jija-ji: Hey… (he whispered again) is Kelvin also searching for any bugs?

I giggled as things were really getting wilder on screen as Kelvin’s fingers were caressing and probing vigorously Pamela’s naked upper thighs and panty-covered ass cheeks; her skirt was getting lifted almost to her waist! Kelvin was sucking her lips as if it was his last chance to kiss! Just then the vampire attacked them; the monstrous face came which turned to a vampire after some struggle with Kelvin and Pamela and finally after a violent jostle and fight sequence, it killed Kelvin brutally. Pamela cried and fainted seeing that and his companions rushed to the scene; John picked up a big cross from the wall to hit the unknown and the vampire disappeared sensing the cross.

The whole cinematography was extremely tensely poised especially the killing of Kelvin by the grotesque vampire. Though I was keen to watch the movie, but my concentration was on Jija-ji and he was equal to the task as the whole scene had naturally shaken me up quite a bit and his hand by that time had slid inside my dress! He slowly was feeling my smooth and hairless, warm thighs with his fingers and was pushing up the puffy hem of my skirt very slowly at a snail’s pace. I dared to look down and was very nervous as I did not have this sort of experience till date being a teenage girl.

Jija-ji: Ouuuwwuuu… (he was almost hissing in my ears) …your legs are so…so hot Anita… just like a tawa!

It was ‘exactly’ the same reaction that today Mahesh whispered my ears while aiding me in lap driving! How could they be so similar! I was dazed and motionless! It seemed the two were one and the same person… or…. was it that…. all males once getting an opportunity were like that only!

Mahesh obviously did not just rest his hands on my thighs; immediately he started to feel my well developed thighs; in fact precisely imitating Jija-ji’s behavior!

My mind could not abruptly discontinue recapitulating that cinema house incident with Jija-ji and continued to linger on that. I did get back to reality but naturally it was fairly late as by that time my driving tutor had derived the license to extract ultimate pleasure sensing my unresponsiveness and heated state.

As the movie continued in front of my eyes my whole body was getting weaker and weaker as Jija-ji was getting more and more intimate. In the pretext of checking for bedbugs on my legs, his left hand (the palm area up to the wrist) was now almost fully inside my skirt! My teenage mind was unable to explicate fully Jija-ji’s dirty approach and continued to accommodate him giving him the respect he deserved due to our relationship. I was naturally getting stiffer with my backbone attaining a literal vertical posture as Jija-ji was advancing his fingers gradually further inside palpating every inch of my naked thigh flesh. I was indeed conscious that Harsh was sitting right beside me and the way Jija-ji was exploring very soon my legs would become totally uncovered!

The apprehension was indeed there, but at at the same time the touch of his warm hand on my private parts was showering me with immense untried and mysterious pleasure! My 15-year-old developing female figure was trembling mildly in unknown ecstasy and I had started to breathe extremely heavily and I was amazed to note that my legs were getting parted quite involuntarily!

Jija-ji: You are lucky Anita… I did not feel a bug till now on your legs…

I could hardly utter anything except for a soft sigh.

Jija-ji: But… these bugs are troubling me quite a bit… uff… I feel an acute itch in my legs and up into my brief… uff!

He shuffled across his seat though his hand did not cease to grope my young sexy thighs inside my tunic. I was forced to shyly look at him once and then towards my legs and was quite shocked to note that my tunic climbed so high up my legs that I was looking very inappropriate and indecent; I almost resembled wearing a miniskirt!

Owwwaaaaa…. Owwwaaaa….

What was that?

For the moment I was so startled and frozen that I could not realize that it was the baby getting awake in Poonam-didi’s lap! Jija-ji reacted at a lightning speed; sat straight and instantly removed his hand off my legs. I was no different and reorganized myself in a flash and briskly pulled down my dress to cover my exposed thighs. Thankfully Harsh was all focussed to his left hand side towards Poonam-didi and the baby in her lap.

Jija-ji: What… what happened Poonam?

Poonam-didi: Aur kya… he is awake!

Jija-ji:L O My God! Must be thirsty… give him the feeding bottle…

Poonam-didi: Harsh can you quickly get the bottle please from the packet?

They were all talking in loud whispers as the movie was going on. Luckily for all of us the baby got quiet the moment he had the feeding bottle in his mouth. I heard a very evident sigh of relief from Jija-ji and Poonam-didi was also smiling seeing the baby quiet again.

Jija-ji: Poonam… feed him a bit… I mean… after he drinks water… that might get him... err... back to sleep …
Poonam: Yes, have to try that… otherwise we will not be able to watch the entire movie.. as you know… if he starts crying… to ho chukka!

I could feel that my heart was drumming and I was nervous. The lingering flavor of Jija-ji’s touches on my naked legs was so emphatic that I was unable to come out of it and disastrously was longing for more! I could feel tautness about my boob flesh inside my brassiere and felt rather uncomfortable with my nipples becoming very hard and piercing the bra cups. I closed my fists and tried my best to concentrate on the movie; in the interim Harsh tried to have a chat with me, but I was not in a position to encourage that!

The movie continued to unfold– with two deaths already in the gang everybody seemed to be quite scared and tried to explore the house in a team to avoid any further uncanny incidents. Arthur decided to crack the old caretaker by getting him drunk and ultimately came to know that the son and the daughter of the owner of that house got murdered very mysteriously many years ago and only after that these baffling and dreadful incidents had been happening and the description that was obtained from victims was a monstrous face which turned later into a fanged vampire!

While Arthur was busy with the caretaker another attack was on the cards. This was indeed the hottest attack so far as Pamela was sleeping on bed when the evil face attacked her. In fact this was an attempted **** though the body of the gruesome creature was never shown, but I could make out the **** from the movement of the woman on bed. I felt heavily embarrassed especially sitting in between two males, Harsh and Jija-ji, and watching that lusty scene. Pamela’s night dress buttons were automatically getting opened by the invisible hands and she was stripped completely except her panty. Her naked boobs were clearly shown to audience and for quite sometime being as if fondled by the evil invisible hands. As she was struggling to escape her whole body along with the bed was painted red with blood! This was accompanied by the eerie laugh of that dreadful face which echoed in the whole hall. Being a teen I was feeling very nervous and I was already much charged up due to Jija-ji’s advances on my legs. I dropped my eyes to overcome my shyness and even closed my eyes seeing too much blood and screams before John and Arthur dropped at the scene to rescue the poor woman.

Within moments of that lights came out and it was interval time. Jija-ji was so, so normal and I was trying desperately hard to look absolutely normal when I talked to Poonam-didi and Harsh. The baby was sleepy though was awake and had ceased to drink from the feeling bottle and Jija-ji suggested Poonam-didi to start breast feeding before he went out to bring soft drinks for us. Poonam-didi indicated to me that she wanted to wait for the lights to go off before she started breast feeding the baby for obvious reasons though there was hardly anyone around upstairs to notice her.

The lights faded out and the film started to roll again; Jija-ji was also back with cold drinks bottle and wafers for each of us. As soon as Jija-ji handed me the bottle I started to sip the orange drink as I was feeling much thirsty. Poonam-didi had to first allow the baby to suck her mammary before she could sip her drink as the baby was getting irritated by the volume of the dialogues and the background score. Hardly 10 minutes had passed that I again noticed Jija-ji shuffling his seat. From the corner of my eye I noted that he was scratching and rubbing his crotch area. Initially I remained silent, but could sense that he was in some sort of discomfort.

Me: Jija-ji… what happened?

I was cautious enough and my voice was low so that it just reached Jija-ji.

Jija-ji: Uff… these bugs… seems one is stuck on my… Aaahhh!

The way he was jostling with his pant zip I got worried and looked sideways towards Harsh and Poonam-didi. Harsh was glued to the screen as Pamela was again exposing her body in some jungle scene and Poonam-didi had her posture shifted slightly towards the wall and more of her back was now towards us. I obviously felt comfortable and looked back at Jija-ji and I was simply shocked and frozen to see his pant zip was widely open and through his white underwear his thick rod was out in his hand!

Me: Hhhhaaaaaiiiii….J-i-j-a-j-i…!

I exclaimed a weird culmination of soft sounds as my eyes remained fixed on his thick erect blackish rod. I was still as a rock and my palms and feet were getting colder in anxiousness.

Jija-ji: Arre Anita… one or tow bugs… Uff! Its itching so much there… that I have to take it out…

Just at that moment I also felt some acute itching in my legs! I did not know how it happened but it so happened that simultaneously Jija-ji and myself was having itching! I really was not able to gather any logical reason about how it happened.

Jija-ji: Oh! Just see …. you are also attacked by these confounded bugs…. Try to trace them and pick them out of your skin.

I was having the hitch near the hem of my tunic just above my knees and was scratching the area, but was unable to trace any bug with my fingers.

Jija-ji: Yeh! I have one… yes… sala… will squeeze it to… Ahhh…

Jija-ji threw something out with his right hand, but continued to stroke his erect penis with his other hand. Seeing that Jija-ji found one bug, I tried to search more religiously and softly felt the whole of my knees with my both hands and started feeling further up inside my dress on my thighs, but was unable to find any!

Jija-ji: Did you get the culprit bug?

Me: No… no Jija-ji.

Jija-ji: Let me help you…

Giving me no chance to even react, he just shifted his left hand off his naked dangling cock onto my lap!

Jija-ji: God has given two hands… let’s utilize that – one for you and one for me!

He continued to search for bugs on his naked cock with his right hand while his left hand descended on my lap and straight away pulled up the fluffy hem of my tunic a few inches exposing my fair naked thighs. The whole phenomenon was as if a replica of action by Jija-ji before the interval! But this time he seemed more determined and confident and rather precise about his whispers.

Me: Aaaahhh….

His hand was s-o-o warm! As soon as I felt the touch of his rough palm on my legs I immediately felt goosebump all over my body and trembled, but quickly reorganized myself. Harsh was sitting right beside me, I had to be careful! Thankfully the big carry bag he had on his lap was hindering his view towards my lap. My mental condition was indescribable – a mix of shyness and anxiousness engulfed me with a concurrent hidden stream of enjoyment was kicking me up!

As Jija-ji’s hand progressed and explored more of my naked legs up my knees and obviously inside my dress, I sighed out naturally and got stiff and out of reflex action tried to oppose his hands, but as Jija-ji slowly turned his face towards me and looked into my eyes, I got extremely weak and he took my left hand off my lap and placed it onto the seat handle and took my right hand and placed it straight onto… onto his ‘hot’ cock!

Jija-ji: Anita… please help me a bit naa… am unable to trace it… but I can feel its moving up my stick… its still itching so much… I can’t even sit properly!

As soon as I touched his erect naked lund a tremor as if passed through the whole of my body. My heart rate simply doubled as I touched his throbbing tool. I immediately retracted my arm, but Jija-ji probably anticipated that and somewhat forcefully made me hold his long dangling naked cock.

Jija-ji: Arre… isme sharmama kaisa? Don’t you realize that I’m in significant discomfort… otherwise why have I opened my zip? …you don’t have to do much… just feel it and see if you can trace the bug…

Though I was feeling extremely uneasy and shy, I could not also directly oppose Jija-ji’s request and after dillydallying for a few seconds I had to go along with him.
Jija-ji: I hope I can soon find the confounded bedbug that’s itching your legs… I will simply squeeze it to death in one pinch!

I looked through the corner of my eyes towards Harsh and Poonam-didi and realized I was safe. By that time I was hardly interested in what’s happening in the movie. I softly held his naked cock in my fingers and started feeling it along its length. It was warm, thick, and smooth with vein bumps at intervals. Unsurprisingly my tiny breasts had started to grow inside my bra and my nipples getting very hard and erect and I had to literally shuffle on the seat to cope with my physical keenness. Moreover, Jija-ji’s left hand on my thighs was getting increasingly compelling and vigorous – he was craftily pushing my dress up my smooth and hairless thighs!

Me: Ahhhhhh…. Please Jija-ji…. Nooo…. please ….

I softly murmured in his ears; my head had already tilted back onto the seat top as I sensed intense frailty inside.

Jija-ji: Got one! Got one!

He exclaimed in a whispering tone and took out his hand from under my skirt hem. I could not see anything in the darkness in his hand, but he pinched and threw out something towards his right on the empty seats.

Jija-ji: Did you find any Anita?

Me: Err… Ahhh… no Jija-ji.

Jija-ji: Continue searching… throughout the length…(he took my right hand) yes…. like that… (he held my wrist softly and helped me to feel the entire length of his hard naked cock) up and down… up and down… yes… like that… and if you feel anything on the surface… just pick that up with your nails… just as I did… okay?

I just nodded because I was simply not in a position to utter any sound.

As I moved my tender fingers up and down the length of his entire cock, I could feel it was still growing! What a monstrous size it had! My lips were getting completely dry and I had to lick them to remain composed. My whole body seemed to be trembling in excitement as I felt a full matured naked cock in the dark.

Jija-ji again placed his left hand on my almost naked lap as he had already pushed my dress up roughly to my upper thighs! My skirt was bunched up near my waist and I could well realize Jija-ji was pushing his fingers more deliberately up my warm naked thighs to reach my panty! And this time he placed his left arm in such a manner upon my legs that his elbow started to brush my boobs!

Me: Ahhh…. Jija-jiiiiii… p-l-e-a-s-e…. Ahhhh….

I moaned very softly and tried by best to avoid his elbow, but I was cramped for space in the seat. I tried to move back but there was no way I could do that and started feeling Jija-ji’s elbow in a more pronounced way on my right boob.

Me: Shhhhhhhhaaaaaaahhhhhhhh…….

It was indeed an eerie and very sexy feeling! Jija-ji was slowly pressing his elbow on my tight teacup boob as he continued to explore my warm naked thighs. I could well realize that thighs were getting out of my hands as I was feeling extremely excited now with this boob press.

I in fact grabbed his cock hard within my palm as he pressed my mammary deep with his elbow! The situation was not only getting very clumsy, but also I was slipping heavily. I ought to have stopped Jija-ji at that point, but felt so weak and excited that I simply allowed him to further grope me. The movie also betrayed me in a big way in that there was a very steamy sequence just during that time period; in fact it was the lengthiest adult scene of that movie and Jija-ji obviously utilized the most of it taking advantage of my innocent youth, timidness, and excited state.

By that time a new character had been introduced in the movie – the caretaker’s son, Derek, who had just arrived from town. He started to be quite friendly with the team of John, Arthur, Susan, and Pamela in trying to solve the vampire mystery. Derek and Pamela soon shared the screen in an extremely hot and sensuous scene with lot of nudity and intimacy. Pamela was taking a bath when Derek broke in. The toilet had a frosted glass door and Pamela’s naked body impression was being enjoyed by Derek.

Jija-ji: I wish our bathrooms had these sort of glass doors…

I blushed albeit my whole body was already painted red by Jija-ji’s touches. His left hand was caressing and stroking my completely naked thighs as he had literally pushed my dress up my crotch! I could sense that the pressure on my left breast was gaining as Jija-ji was pushing his elbow more and more into my rubber-tight tiny tit.

Derek could not wait any further outside and broke into the shower. Pamela was absolutely naked (even Pamela’s bush was shown for a few seconds though she tried to cover her crotch); soon they were engaged in a steamy kissing session in the shower and Derek aided her to shower soaping her body. Derek was exploring all sorts of sexy pranks to excite Pamela and so was the situation in reality!

Jija-ji was also as if soaping my naked legs! His hand was gliding the entire length of my naked fair thighs and at times he was even trying to dab his thumb playfully into my thighs! Not only that, he was also pinching me softly at the fleshiest areas of my uncovered thighs and was indeed making me feel tremendously excited.

After the soaping and shower was over, Derek carried Pamela in his lap to the bed. The lighting of this whole scene was extremely dim and low which probably gave Jija-ji the ultimate license! As Derek started to kiss Pamela on bed and soon started to descend down her chin and neck onto her fully-blossomed uncovered jiggling breasts, for the first time Jija-ji directly pawed towards me!

Taking advantage of the additional darkness due to the on-screen bed scene, Jija-ji briskly moved his left hand off my legs and quickly placed it behind me over my shoulder and immediately brought his right hand upon my naked thighs. The whole action was so smooth and nippy that I hardly could react! I froze to death in shyness as I could well apprehend Jija-ji’s fingers inching towards my teacup boobs, but my condition was simply miserable with a dry throat and absolutely cold hands and feet.

I was indeed very much nervous and withdrawn albeit much keen to enjoy his touches on my private parts! I could feel Jija-ji’s right hand slowly brushing and palpating my arm and starting to caress its length. I was breathing profusely and my small boobs were going up and down very sexily inside my top. Things were going really bizarre considering our ‘relationship’.

My eyes were wide open and fixed on the screen and there Derek was slowly kissing and sucking Pamela’s swollen pink nipples! The scene was extremely hot with all sorts of sexy moans and shrieks coming out of Pamela’s lips and Derek’s greedy lips converging on the erect nipples of the actress. Jija-ji’s hand was no longer staying on my arm and it was slowly brushing the sides of my body in the right upper abdominal area. And down my waist there was hardly an inch left for his hand to touch my panty! By that time he had pushed up my skirt so indecently that almost my panty was exposed! I felt as if I was not wearing anything down my waist except my panty. He was feeling my “very warm” upper thighs with his rough fingers and palm to the fullest and caressing that area time and again making me enormously excited!

Just as Pamela moaned sharply due to a bite on her nipple by Derek, Jija-ji landed his hand on my perky right breast!

Me: Shhhhhhahhhhhhhhhhhhh….

I had to adjust my posture as I had almost reached a peak in my excitement as soon as I felt his fingers on the tight flesh of my mammary. I sort of shrugged and tried to protect my bosom, but Jija-ji’s crafty hand was swift enough to avoid that and continued pressing my rubber-tight tit. As Derek was all geared up to have sex with Pamela while feverishly grabbing and squeezing her naked juicy breasts, Jija-ji thankfully was not that forceful and was only pressing the contour of my erect right breast through his fingers.

The scene was enormously lengthy and throughout the whole sequence I virtually allowed my Jija-ji to grope me at his free will. He pushed his hand so much high up my legs that he was actually able to touch my underwear! I felt his fingers brushing and pushing on my panty and touching me at my most intimate part! The sensation was indeed unique and eerie! The pretext still was the search of bedbugs which Jija-ji even related in my ears through his whispers! But by that time his right hand fingers have traced my tiny nipple poking its head through my bra and top due to my exceptionally elated condition. His fingers felt and traced it time and again making me almost writhe on the seat and ultimately twitching it with his thumb and second finger very craftily over my dress. I was red all over, had goosebump all over my body, was in fact dying in shyness and by then indeed eagerly desirous to cease this intense session.

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At last there was the entry of the vampire in the room who attacked both Pamela and Derek and there was a run by Pamela to escape the vampire within the house screaming at her loudest and in a stark naked state in slow motion, which was certainly very indecent and rude for any female to watch. In that encounter John came to save Pamela and in a brutal fight both Pamela and John were killed and the vampire quenched its thirst with their blood.

Much to my delight the lighting of the sequence improved greatly after the vampire attacked John and immediately Jija-ji removed both his hands off me as soon as that happened. I also noted that Poonam-didi was back to her normal posture as the baby had fallen after drinking breast milk. I subtly adjusted my posture on the chair and briskly pushed down my skirt to cover my exposed legs and also adjusted my bra as I was naturally feeling rather tight there. I was feeling very, very thirsty and asked for the cold drink from Harsh who was so busy in watching the sexy scenes that he had forgot to drink. Just then Poonam-didi also transferred us some snacks. Ultimately Arthur, Susan, and Derek formed a team and planned to trap the vampire with the holy cross. The mission was successful but not before ample blood splash on the screen. Jija-ji naturally did not show courage to search for bedbugs any more during the remainder of the film!

Mahesh: Anita! Horn…. Press the hhhhoooorrrrnnnn…. Anita! Anita…

Me: Eh! Eh! Oh! Yes… yes…..

I was almost on the verge of hitting the cow when I pressed the horn and it jumped off the road! I was completely submerged in my thoughts regarding how I was sensuously groped in the cinema house by my Jija-ji completely ignorant of the fact that something more immoral was being planned by Mahesh!

Mahesh: Where were you lost?

Me: No… err… nothing… specific…

Mahesh: My dear you are on the wheel… you are not loitering in your garden that you can get lost in your thoughts… not only are you risking yourself but also your co-passengers! You must be responsible enough!

Me: Am sorry… err… extremely sorry!


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Update from my side
Mahesh: Okay… Can I… I mean can I now proceed with the test?

Me: Oh! Right! Right! Sure…

I tried my best to recompose myself as quickly as possible both vocally and physically!

Krrrrriiiiiirrrrrrrrr! Krrrrriiiiiirrrrrrrrr! Krrrrriiiiiirrrrrrrrr!

Suddenly there was this weird sound coming from the front of the car. It was coming from inside the bonnet of the care probably. I immediately applied the brakes and Mahesh helped me to change the gear and made the car standstill.

Mahesh: Must be something fouling in the engine area… let me check!

I pushed my ass forward so that it was easier for him to get down from the car. He wanted to investigate where from the sound was emerging. He briskly opened the bonnet and I realized indeed it was a God-gifted opportunity for me to save some of my honor and within a flash I was onto fixing my bra hook. I pulled up my churidar top in one go above my big-sized mammaries and hurried my hands to my backside to fix my open bra. I indeed was feeling awfully tight at my tits as I was in a heated condition and also breathing heavily, but somehow was able to make both ends of my bra meet at my back.

Me: Ufff… what a relief!

I sighed to myself as my hands were now busy tying my pajama nara (=string).

Mahesh: Oh! Fixed it… should be absolutely okay now Anita!

He was back to my window side and indicated me to start and as I promptly ignited the engine as I naturally was feeling more confident now. There was no additional noise and he was back to the driver’s seat again, right behind me, for lap driving lessons.

Mahesh: Seems okay…. Good!

Me: Yes….

Mahesh: Okay… now… look there…. can you see that temple ahead Anita… in the distance…

Me: Temple? Ohh…. yes, yes… There naa?

Mahesh: Right! I want you to take a full circle right turn keeping the temple in the middle…

Me: My God!

Mahesh: What happened?

Me: No … err… I mean that’s not an easy task at all!

Mahesh: Arre yaar! Again… you are sounding unconfident! Unless you try, everything is difficult! Isn’t it?

Me: Hmm… okay… will try…

Mahesh: Good! You will be able to see that circular path once we are close… kay?

He paused as I was trying to locate the white-colored small temple several meters away.

Mahesh: Not a tough job… the path is narrow and circular…. You just need to be focussed and attentive and execute my signals accurately.

Me: I will try to do as you instruct.

I had started to sweat just a little more though the weather was not that hot or humid at that time of the day; it was mainly because of my heated physical condition. However, I was much, much relieved as I had the opportunity to fix my bra hook and pajama string. I could feel tiny beads of perspiration on my forehead and also felt sweaty around my back and hips, courtesy to this lap driving as Mahesh was eagerly pushing his crotch right inside my big tight ass!

As the car moved on, we were approaching the temple and naturally I was somewhat hesitant as there would be people around the temple and if they see a woman sitting on the lap of a man like this in a car, their eyebrows would surely rise considerably! Merely thinking of that situation of being watched in this pose made my ears hotter and I felt a known itch inside my choot and involuntarily I dropped my eyelids for a moment.

But…. but to my sheer amazement I did not find a single person around!

Me: How strange!

I exclaimed to myself. Mahesh later explained (because he was not supposed to talk during lap driving test) that it was an abandoned temple and hence there was no one around.

As I was just about breathing easy, Mahesh started the test signaling and initiated with deceleration. He gently kept his right hand on my right thigh. This time the placement of his palm on my thigh flesh was bolder and he placed his hand quite high up on my thigh making me blush for a second. I started to feel increasingly uncomfortable as I could feel his palm on my upper thighs, his wrist brushing my waistline! I closed my eyes momentarily to keep control on myself and indeed this lap driving was an acid test for my tolerance level!

O my God! What’s he up to?

Mahesh was getting naughty at the very first go this time! He spread his palm to its fullest so that he could feel a larger area of my warm tight upper thighs while his thumb was just inches away from my crotch! This man as if instantly created heat waves throughout my body as he touched my peaking left breast gently with his other free hand indicating me to wave the car horn. The immediate reaction of course for me was to close my eyes so as to feel his fingers on my tight upright boob flesh, but I was conscious enough not to get carried away and hence blew the horn almost immediately. Two goats were loitering on the roadside that instantly jumped to the adjacent field by my horn.

Mahesh whispered a quick pat in my ears. His close physical proximity and very warm breaths almost made me gasp! I desperately wanted to shuffle my ass a bit to remain calm, but was so cramped in between his strong legs on the seat that it was indeed getting utterly uncomfortable. I could feel his warm breaths all over my neck and the side of my face when suddenly I felt that Mahesh had dropped his chin directly on my shoulder! I thought it was a momentary thing, but he continued to rest his chin upon my shoulder blade!

This was indeed culminating into a great sensuous driving lesson!
He was of course gaining in confidence which I could sense from his moves. The car had already decelerated and the turn was also in view and hence I was anticipating Mahesh to touch my belly and within moments he did so by shifting his right hand onto my warm belly area and started feeling the area over the thin fabric of my churidar top. His chin continued to rest on my shoulder and his breaths getting deeper and warmer. Mahesh slowly grazed his hand up my belly onto my protruding succulent breast as an indication for “horn please”. Although there was no one on the road I felt probably as a road protocol during a turn Mahesh wanted me to blow the horn and I followed his instruction. His right hand continued to rest on my conical right breast; his palm feeling the full resilient contour of my mammary over my churidar top and bra. Naturally I was getting extremely excited and gushed out a very long sigh to keep myself stable.

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Next
The turn was indeed a bit sharp and it was a complete circle around the abandoned temple. Mahesh did not remove his hand off my upright tit which indicated to me that I need to continue to blow the horn, but what he did next took me almost to seventh heaven of ecstasy!

As I turned right by the temple, Mahesh further instructed me to change the gear for additional deceleration. And for that he used his left hand to grab my other breast! Hence the situation was such now that my driving instructor was holding both my throbbing boobs in his two hands!

I could distinctly listen to an “Aaaahhhhhhhhhaaaaaaaaassssssssssss-like whimper as Mahesh held my twin big tits from the back in his two hands. I almost closed my eyes in sexual delight and thrill, but quickly realized that would be too fatal to do sitting on the wheel. I clenched my lips with my teeth and held my composure as I could feel Mahesh was literally cupping my milk tanks this time, not any gentle casual touch to indicate me a driving instruction, but clearly a sexual gesture.

He grazed and pressed his fingers on my tight boob flesh and tightened his palms on the contours of my conical tits. Though I really liked his hot touches, but had to be alert as I was driving the car through the circular path.

But Mahesh surely did not want to miss any moment of this circular path drive!

Though the gear change was over he continued to press my left breast and this time almost trying to grab the whole flesh over my churidar top! I tried to shuffle a bit in order to free myself secondary to feeling extremely tight inside my bra, but just at that moment I could feel Mahesh was able to trace my erect and standing nipples (they had grown to their full size inside my brassiere due to his constant sensuous touching) and he readily traced them and started poking them with great enthusiasm!

Uuuuuhhhhhhhhhhhh!

I moaned within myself! Ripples of joy instantaneously started flowing all over my body and it was getting extremely hard to keep control over myself.

The car went on completing the circle, but I was so tempted by my driving instructor’s lewd moves that I continued to press on the accelerator mildly, blowing the horn concurrently controlling the steering for a second lap round the temple!

I was not sure whether Mahesh noticed it or not because he was too much engrossed feeling my big firm upper treasures. The form of touch had completely changed by now and he was virtually squeezing my full-sized, succulent breasts with both his hands and trying to push desperately his hard erect lund into my big round gaand. I was getting extensively charged up and it was indeed getting increasingly difficult for me to maintain the steering wheel. I could comprehend Mahesh was losing control and I could hear his heavy breathing and he had started to even gently kiss my neck depicting his kindled condition! I gasped and almost had goosebump all over my body feeling Mahesh’s wet sticky lips on my neck area.

He was almost grunting as his clutches on my mammaries got tighter by the minute extracting as much pleasure as he could from my well developed breasts. Undoubtedly he must have been enjoying this ride to the fullest as I could easily feel the increased strength of his erect dick hitting my ass flesh.

As I tried my level best to follow the circular path round the temple adjusting the steering wheel more to the right, Mahesh was virtually giving me no opportunities to concentrate in any way! He slid his hands down the contour of my boobies and started pushing my bra-covered tight breast flesh up with his hands thrusting the undersides of my tits. The effect must have been a great experience for him due to the weight of my big-sized, firm boob flesh. Though none of us uttered a single word, we were engaged in weird sexual pleasure!

Afterall I was a housewife… I had a family…. he was a complete stranger to me and that too a driver…. but the situation was such that I was virtually sitting on his lap, placing my ass in between his legs enjoying his subtle thumps and liberally accepting his open boob squeezing from the back! But all goods come to an end and soon the encircling (second lap) was complete and I could realize if I extend it more I would have no control on myself and lose my honor completely.

I had to steer the car to the main road for my own dignity though I could not avoid the fact that I was enjoying this lap driving to the hilt! I immediately tried to adjust my posture in his arms and poor Mahesh virtually had no other option but to remove his hands off my juicy tits. He must have been utterly excited squeezing the big boobs of a matured housewife like me in a completely unhindered manner and his unwillingness was accented by a rough grunt that he exerted as the car rolled onto the main road again. I could not stop giggling hearing that even in that utterly compromised and exhausted state!

Mahesh: Ahhh! Stop…. stop the car….please s-t-o-p!

I could well realize his condition from the way he uttered the above words; he was thoroughly excited and must have been much disappointed as the car was back to ‘normal’ route. In fact I also needed a ‘stop’.

Seeing the opportunity I stopped the car by the wayside and quickly got out of it. My undies were in miserable shape and my churidar top had hiked in the front and curled up under my ass as I sitting stationary for a long time. As I alighted from the car virtually my whole panty-covered ass and crotch were visible quite clearly through my ultra-tight churidar pants! I tried my best to keep my top down to cover my dignity and started adjusting them to look somewhat decent. Mahesh also followed suit and alighted from the car adjusting his pant-front where the bulge was extremely evident. I could not stop smiling the way he was adjusting his brief inside his pants to accommodate his erect lund.

Mahesh was smart enough to ascertain what was the order of the day at that time and immediately started commenting on weather and climate and the general beauty of the landscape of that place to make things lighter for both of us. I was still breathing heavily and my heaving breasts were going up and down inside my dress quite awkwardly; Mahesh handed me a bottle of water to get calmer. I could realize it was getting late now and Meenakshi must have been waiting for me. I just desperately hoped that she could get hold of the much needed pics and tape by this time.

Me: Is it not getting late?

Mahesh: Oh yes! Right you are Anita… I almost completely forgot that your didi will be waiting for us. sorry… actually… err… I was too much involved in you… err… in your lessons…

Me (smiling shyly): It’s okay Mahesh… (I almost whispered) …I can understand.

This time Mahesh got into the driving seat and I took the passenger seat in the front and he drove through quite swiftly towards Gangu kuwa point. On the way back I could sense Mahesh was eyeing me time and again and at times while he changed the gear his fingers brushed my warm thighs over my churidar pants and honestly I did not mind that.

Mahesh: It was a good day’s lesson… isn’t it?

Me: Yes…

Mahesh (slowly shifting his left hand from the gear onto my right leg!): Am really glad Anita the way you picked up things on day #1…

I nodded and he smiled in appreciation

Mahesh: …since the time is short I had to take up lap driving because that’s the best way to…

Me: Ya… I did learn quite a lot…

Mahesh (now gently pressing on the tight warm flesh of my thigh over my dress): Didn’t you like the new concept of lap driving?

I nodded with a bashful smile and looked down. I felt a bit nervous as I was quite unsure as to how to react to him and wondered what signal my shy smile gave to him. Since it was a lonely stretch Mahesh did not feel the need to change the gear and continued to rest his palm on my right thigh. He left his hand so casually and effortlessly above my knee that I could not react even!

Me: Err… I mean… how far are we Mahesh?
I did not really want to give too much of a positive signal to this man though I knew very well that I had probably gone a bit too far by not objecting to anything what he said. But this time I slowly moved my right leg off from him and he had to place his hand back on the gear head.

Mahesh: Are you not enjoying my driving?

Me: No, no… not that… Mee… errr… I mean Didi will be waiting for me … I will feel bad is she needs to wait for me… you know…

Mahesh: Oh! Okay… don’t worry… we will reach in maximum 5 minutes… we are closing in.

Me: Okay! That’s good to know.

Soon I met Meenakshi. I was so glad to see her and was anxious to know whether she was successful in her mission, but since Mahesh was present I naturally could not ask that.

Mahesh: You have presented with an excellent student Meenakshi… she is a quick learner…

Meenakshi: Really! Great! I did not know my sister is that much keen to learn driving! He he he…

Mahesh: She is very serious and attentive and another session would enable her to in fact drive almost independently!

Meenakshi: Wow! Thanks Mahesh! I can only spare another day in fact as she needs to go back to Varanasi day after.

Mahesh: I see… Another couple of days would have been ideal… but since there is scarcity of time… will try to devote some extra time to her tomorrow so that…

Meenakshi: Yes, yes… give her some extra time tomorrow so that she can grasp all the know how of driving in that session… Kiyu re Anita? Will you not be able to make it in another session?

Me: Yuuu… errr… yes, yes didi…. that will be enough… I have learnt a lot today.

Meenakshi: Okay Mahesh… will make a move now… thanks a lot for your service today. So when should I send her tomorrow?

Mahesh: Same time like today… that should be perfect for me.

Meenakshi: Okay done!

Mahesh drove off and we started walking towards the ashram and before I could ask, Meenakshi started explaining her failure to detect the pics and the tape in Mahesh’s house. I was much disappointed as I really thought her mission would be successful.

Alas!

The poor lady had to go tomorrow again and search more vigorously as that was her last chance to get to the root of this blackmail issue. I thought Meenakshi would be very much depressed as she did not find the tape today, but instead she seemed quite hopeful to grab it tomorrow. I was thinking of encouraging the poor woman, but she seemed to be on a high note and was keener to arrange my driving lessons tomorrow!

Meenakshi: Kiyu madam? So how was your experience today? Mahesh seemed to be total lattoo on you!

Me: No, no… nothing of that sort Meenakshi…

Meenakshi: Kya Madam! He was looking all along at you… and you are saying… He cannot deceive my eyes…. I could clearly see reflection of appreciation and admiration for you in his eyes… Kuch hua kya driving ke dauran?

Me: Hat! Jo muh me ati hai bol deti ho… You are just too much Meenakshi!

I was blushing being caught, but was not at all prepared to express to Meenakshi the enjoyment I had during lap driving.

Meenakshi: Jo bhi ho Madam! Is the guy likable or not?

Me: Yes… (smiling cutely) there is no denial to that.

We had reached the ashram and were serious instantaneously as we could witness huge repair work going in full swing inside the ashram; the wiring that had burnt actually affected some severe burns in some of the rooms also.

Meenakshi: Jokes apart Madam… I must say thanks to you for your effort! You have been a marvel…

Me: No need to say that Meenakshi… I will be really glad when you give me the good news…

Meenakshi: That I will have to accomplish Madam… tomorrow. I have to… no other way out for me as that’s all I have in my hand….

Me: Yes, you just have tomorrow’s time… I wish you all the best….

Meenakshi (holding my hands): Thanks Madam… and once again thanks for enticing that elegant scoundrel … thanks again…

Since most of the rooms were under repair, Guru-ji had selected three rooms where we slept that night; one room for Guru-ji, one for us (the women), and other one for his disciples. The next day also we did not have anything to do and so Natasha, Sudha, and myself decided to take a walk round the ashram and the village nearby. It was a cloudy day and a pleasant breeze was also blowing and hence our walk was also very much enjoyable. By the time we went back to the ashram, our lunch was ready. Rajkamal had prepared some basic dishes as the kitchen was the most affected area due to the blast. Guru-ji, Nirmal, Uday, Sanjeev, Rajkamal, Meenakshi, Natasha, Sudha, and myself along with the villagers who were engaged in the ashram repair work – we all had lunch together sitting on the floor. It was a unique experience and I really appreciated Guru-ji’s idea to include one and all in this open lunch session.

Myself and Meenakshi enjoyed a little nap after lunch and I felt absolutely fresh and lively when awoke. We went out of the ashram a bit early as Meenakshi wanted me to have sufficient time for changing my dress before going for the driving lessons. The same lady (as of yesterday) greeted me with a big smile. Today I was surprised that I hardly felt any anxiousness and was behaving quite confidently - that’s probably the difference between knowing and unknowing!

Meenakshi: Madam… just to emphasize more on the fact that you are in college I have selected this legging for you. What do you say Madam?

Me: L-e-g-g-i-n-g-s… in this figure!

Meenakshi: Madam, just tell me one thing… do you have a disease or what?

Me (frowning): Disease?

Meenakshi: Yehi ke…. to underestimate yourself time and again!

Me (nodding): But Menakshi… if…

Meenakshi: Madam…. No ifs and buts… please leave this to me! I can judge you much better than yourself.

Me (surrendering and nodding negatively): Oho… tum naa…. okay… as you wish….

Honestly I was feeling a ‘thrill’ if I can call that seeing that leggings in Meenakshi’s hand as I had seen many teenagers wearing that, but never had the courage to try that. It was not obviously possible for me to wear a legging at home or go out with my in-laws present, but when exclusively with my husband I honestly had thought many times to try a legging, but due to the plumpness of my ass and heaviness of my thighs I refrained

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from buying one. But right now seeing this much cherished outfit in Meenakshi’s hand I honestly was much pleased though did not reflect that to her.

Meenakshi: This orange (indicating to the top) would go very nice and contrasting Madam with the off-white (indicating the legging).

I took the dress from her hand and was checking the texture, elasticity, and size.

Meenakshi: Madam, you ought to show off your legs much more… you should scrap saris and always wear churidar or leggings … this actually gives you Madam great opportunity to show off your shapely legs without revealing any skin at all!

Me: Yes, I know… but it’s not possible always naa… I have to keep in mind of my in-laws!

Meenakshi: Oops! That’s a point… right! Anyway, you can enjoy it here at least without any hesitation…

Me: Very true!

Today I was much more confident in wearing this modern day clothing and confidently stepped ahead into the adjacent room to change my dress. I quickly undid my sari and petticoat and stepped forward towards the mirror wearing my blouse and panty. I moved to the side and adjusted my panty stretching the sides of it over my smooth round ass so that it covered maximum of my naked ass skin. I could not prevent myself from inserting my fingers once inside my panty front to scratch my hairy choot as I knew I would not get a chance once I was with Mahesh.

Khusss! Khussss! Khusss! Khusss!

I continued to scratch my dense pubic hairs for a while closing my eyes and then undid the buttons of my blouse and adjusted my bra on my heavy tits by pushing the cups upwards so that I felt comfortable and the cups also remained properly fitted over my adequate boob flesh. As I was standing half-naked in the room I could feel automatically my nipples had gone somewhat hard and I quickly took the cream-colored legging and inserted my legs in it one by one.

Though initially it was easy inserting my legs into the legging, but as I started to pull the dress up my knees midway over my fair robust thighs, the leggings got stuck and I had to pull it with some force to cover my legs. And again, while I tried to pull it over my ass to my waist, I could sense that not only the waist elastic of the legging was too stiff, but also the circumference (rim of the dress at my booty) was not enough to accommodate my heavy ass! I had a trying time to get into that legging and at last was able to pull it up till my waist.

As I turned sideways towards the mirror and checked myself I indeed was astonished as I was looking unbelievably stunning in that cream-colored legging which actually had accented my hips and legs in the most enthralling manner! Though the outline of my huge round bottom was pretty much evident through it, but the very sight of the legging on my body made me ten times smarter!

I did not waste time and quickly got into the orange top to cover my upper treasures. Undeniably this dress seemed to have suddenly reduced my age by quite a few years! The top was thankfully not too tight over my big tits and I was comfortably covered though the conical tips of my full-sized breasts were jutting out of my top in an eye-catching fashion, but the overall smart impression the dress was attributing to my figure was certainly appreciable!

But there was a problem elsewhere!

The orange top that suited so very well with the off-white leggings was just slightly short in length which was quite irritating for me as it exposed my belly button area. The top was of the modern day short variety and ended just about at my navel and as I checked my backside in the mirror to my utter shock the outline of my panty was pretty much evident through my off white leggings! Before I could make any adjustment, Meenakshi intervened.

Meenakshi: Madam, hurry up…

Me: Yes, yes… am done… almost!

I quickly did some final adjustment to my legging at my waist, stretched my panty back cover as much as possible over my round ass, and also straightened down the top as much as possible.

Meenakshi: Wow! Madam you are looking splendidly sharp in this! Believe me!

Me: Thanks.

Meenakshi: Oh! Madam… the leggings has made your legs look even more sec… I mean shapely… and the crowning thing undeniably is the short cut of the top… Ufff! Main to March jawa….

Me: Com’ on Meenakshi…

Meenakshi: Madam, just take a walk… let me check …. how you fare in this attire...?

Me: I must appreciate your choice…. it indeed fits very well on me... I checked that in the mirror.

Meenakshi: Thanks madam… still if you can just walk… I wanted to check….

Before she could complete her sentence I started walking towards the wall at the further side and in fact I was enjoying the appreciative stares of Meenakshi as well as the other woman in that room. Though she was silent he smile depicted that I looked smart and sharp in that outfit.

As I walked my heavy ass cheeks undulated sexily inside my dress and with practically no additional cover (as is the case with churidar or salwar suits) on my big mature ass, I was indeed appearing awfully sexy. Moreover, the legging being off-white in color, my heavy ass seemed to be projected more prominently through it and with the panty line subtly visible things were really pomp. Moreover, my belly button was constantly visible from the front due to the short length of my top.

Meenakshi: Perfect! Madam, today you will surely run a steam roller over that scoundrel!

Me: Okay… okay… don’t flatter much… can you do my hair?

Meenakshi: Surely Madam.

I was done within the next 15 minutes and off we went to Gangu kuwa point. It was afternoon time and a cool breeze had started blowing already; overall the weather was pretty much pleasant today. Mahesh came to pick me up and after bidding ‘bye’ to Meenakshi, I started my driving lesson quite assertively igniting the engine and taking the car from neutral to first gear. I confidently drove from the main road (though it was pretty much devoid of traffic) towards the lonely stretch where we practiced yesterday. Today from the very beginning Mahesh sat on the edge of the passenger seat in the front (adjacent to me) and was quite keen to help me at every step in addition to chat with me on redundant topics. He seemed to be too friendly and supportive today! I smiled within myself though I was slightly surprised at this approach from the word go!

Soon I ripped through his hyper helping attitude as I felt his elbow brushing and grazing my conical boob tips a couple of times over my orange top within the opening 5 minutes of today’s driving lesson! Naturally I was a bit shy and felt rather annoyed as I had entered the car only moments ago and my initial reaction was to squeeze back into my seat avoiding his elbow brushing, but the angle inside was such that it was always an advantageous position for Mahesh. He continued to babble on useless topics and I was just nodding and grinning as I looked ahead driving the car with obviously his active participation in maintaining the car on track. His right arm almost continuously brushed and pressed on my right mammary as he shared the steering wheel while guiding me. We had not even covered a couple of kilometers that I noticed a “"Happy Driving college" ambassador car parked on the wayside!

Me: Is it not of your garage’s?

Mahesh: Oh! Yes… right you are Anita! But… but what happened? Why is it parked here?

As we conversed we closed in and Mahesh applied the brakes just adjacent to the car.

Mahesh: Arree…. Harpal… my friend… what on earth happened?

Mahesh got out of the car and walked towards a fair-looking guy whom I could safely term as Punjab-da-puttar! His name was Harpal and he had the turban, the physique, the height, and the rough look to be a perfect example of a middle-aged masculine Punjabi.

Harpal: Oye… kya batayen! Sali start hi nehi le rahi hai! It won’t start up! Its actually giving trouble today from the word go!

Mahesh: Harapl… that’s why I always keep telling you… learn the basics of the engine…kisi din fasoge! Hua na aj! Huh! Chal hut!

Mahesh elbowed him and opened the bonnet of the ambassador and started checking inside and just at that moment Harpal spotted me inside the car.

Harpal: Oye! Ye beautiful kudi kaun hai?

Mahesh: She is from Varanasi… she is learning driving.

Harpal: Oye! Tu to badda luckky hai yaar! Kya sexy looks hai… kya ada hai… kya angrai le rahi hai baithe baithe…. Wah!

Mahesh: Talk softly you idiot! Will you? She will hear you! She is Meenakshi’s sister… woh ashram-wali… remember?

Though Mahesh warned him, but I could hear everything as Harpal’s voice was quite loud and clear and more so as the place was absolutely desolate.

Harpal: O I see! But… but how long have you been teaching her?

Mahesh: Arre… only yesterday!

Harpal: Oh! Tab to tu kuch maza le chuka hai ek din mei…. Kiyu? He he he… Yaar give me a chance too!

Mahesh: Meaning?

Harpal: Arre… tu bol na the repair will take sometime and till such time I will guide her on the wheel.

Mahesh smiled and was nodding as he looked at Harpal.

Mahesh: Tu sala harami… kabhi change nehi hoga… mauka dekha… to nikal pada!

Harpal: Guru-ji… am following your footsteps only!

Mahesh: Huh! But… in any case… it will take at least half an hour to get your engine going.

Harpal: Great! Just what the doctor ordered!

Mahesh: Ha ha ha… But… yaar… don’t do anything too rude or I mean not too fast you know… mind you... Don’t do anything silly which spoils both our interest… I have done the groundwork… you add the top-up now and then… sali ko dono mil ke lootenge!

Harpal: Ji ustad! Yaar… (looking at me) ye to ekdom mast item hai!

Mahsh: Yes… fresh and tight… college girl… though a bit plump!

Harpal: College girl! Wow! You made my day mere dost!

Both were smiling and then whispered something amongst themselves and started coming towards me. I pretended as if I had not noticed/heard them at all and was busy adjusting my dress! I pretended to adjust the shoulders of my top.

Mahesh: Hey Anita… there’s some good news and some bad news…

I looked up at Mahesh. From the corner of my eyes I did notice Harpal; he genuinely appeared much smarter, stouter, and tough-looking than Mahesh. I admired his physique in my mind.

Me: I err… what do you mean? I did not get you actually…

Mahesh: Well I mean … before that meet him… he’s Harpal… he is my partner at the driving college. He is junior to me and is still learning the engine mechanics part… but he is an excellent instructor!

It was looking very odd for me to sit inside the car while the two men were standing outside; so I decided to get down from the car.

As I tried to descend from the car, Harpal quickly opened the driver seat door for me; though this was a bit hyper approach, but I liked his attitude. Hardly could I guess his cunning thoughts that he actually wanted to get my rear view as I alighted from the car. I could only grasp and realize that when I noticed Harpal’s eyebrows appearing like a bow and his “wow” expression on his lips! I tried to cover from it but there was not much I could do due to the shortened length of this modern day top. Moreover, I was not at all habituated wearing these short things and I could not control exposing my panty waistband on my backside from below my legging as I got out of the seat in a crouching fashion. I noted from the corner of my eye that Harpal was blatantly gaping at my round ass.

Mahesh: Harpal’s car is down as you can see… and as I can figure it out its not a regular minor hitch… it will take some time… at least an hour to fix the engine… (he shrugged) …but I don’t want to waste your precious time… as Meenakshi said you will be leaving tomorrow for Varanasi…

Me (trying to be as honest as possible): Yes, yes…

Mahesh: Then I must take care so that you do not lose on the practice session.

Me: O… okay… thanks for that.

Mahesh: I suggest Harpal will guide you through on the wheel while I mend his car’s engine… because that’s important too! I think you will not have any problem… he is a very good trainer… is that okay for you Anita?

Me: Err… ye… yes. As you say!

I really had no choice! My main aim was to keep Mahesh engaged so that Meenakshi could trespass in his house – whether it was me who was engaging him or the faulty engine did not matter really.

Mahesh: Since I have detailed you the basics yesterday… you just practice today what you have learnt and if you get stuck Harpal is there to lend you a hand…so Harpal… is that okay with you?

Harpal: Sure, sure …it will be my pleasure!

Mahesh: Okay then… you get back here in approximately one hour Harpal…

Harpal: Fine. Madam….time is precious for you… so please let’s get going!

He opened the door of the car for me again, but this time from my front and hence I was more comfortable.

Me: Yes… thanks.

He closed the door and was into my adjacent seat in a flash and we started off waving to Mahesh. I slowly drove the car through the desolate village road and Harpal was holding onto the steering wheel aiding me to keep the car on track.

Harpal: Madam… I learned that you are from Varanasi… I have one sister whose sasural is at Varanasi…

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Me: Oh really! Where?

I actually didn’t mind he calling me “Madam” as I was already used to it in the ashram and in any case he was younger than me and this word automatically earned respect for me and simultaneously helped to keep the “decent” distance. I didn’t want to allow too much space for him at first go. His voice was indeed loud and full, quite manly and since his pronunciation was with that typical Punjabi accent, it truly made whatever he spoke more likable!

Harpal: I do not exactly remember the name of the road, but it’s in Sastrinagar…

Me: Oh I see. I stay near the ghats.

Harpal: Umm… the McDonald’s is there… naa…

I was taken aback… as I knew very little about Varanasi, but this guy seemed to have quite some knowledge. I had to change the track to save myself!

Me: Yes that’s a very popular and crowded place … I do not actually prefer that… Har… Harpp… I mean… can I call you by name?

I asked as sweetly as possible to grab his full attention.

Harpal: Ye… yes, yes Madam… why not!

Me: Okay thanks. I am… I feel I am having a little problem about assessing how long to drive on a particular gear?

Harpal: Oh that’s easy Madam… your target should always be to get to the higher gear as soon as possible… provided you can see empty road ahead… so you can just speed up the car to a decent speed in second gear and steady it in third gear.

Me: Okay… okay. Now I get it. Mahesh did ask me to practice in third gear…

Harpal: Right!

Me: Shall I go straight? (There was a crossing ahead.)

Harpal: No Madam… take the left turn… the road is slightly twisty there and you can have a better practice on that sort of a road.

As he said I noticed that he was constantly stealing glances of my T-shirt-covered protruding boobies from the corner of his eyes. I smiled within myself and honestly felt a bit haughty seeing the reaction of this young male.

Me: Eeeeeeiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii……

Kiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeeccccccccccchhhhhhhh hh!!!

Our car halted suddenly because as I took the turn to the left we almost stumbled upon a big buffalo who was loitering on the road! Harpal was brisk enough to grab my right leg and placed it on the brakes and saved the situation extremely hastily. I honestly took a few seconds to realize the whole thing.

Me: Ufff! Thanks….

Harpal: Its okay madam… nothing to thank… I am here to help you only! But… but you ought to have slowed down before any turn…

Me: Actually there was no traffic in this road … so I thought… I mean…

As we looked at each other and exchanged smiles the buffalo left the road and I could feel Harpal’s warm palm still gripping my thigh flesh (just above my knee) over my dress. I had to look down at his hand as I was just beginning to feel uncomfortable!

Harpal: Oh! Sorry Madam… (he readily shifted his hand off my right thigh) …actually it happened so quickly (smile)…

Me: It’s okay!

I tried to restart the engine in order to move forward again, but surprisingly the engine was silent! I tried again and failed and looked questionably at Harpal.

Harpal: What happened Madam?

Me: Arre… it won’t start!

Harpal: Par abhi to thik tha!

Me: You see naa…

Harpal now started igniting the car engine, but he also failed.

Hrapal: Strange! Just a minute Madam… let me check…

He quickly got down and opened the bonnet. I wondered what could have happened!

Harpal: Oho…. My mistake… chuk… chuk…

I could no longer sit idle and was keen to inspect what had happened. I alighted from the car and quickly checking the waistband (backside) of my legging with my fingers just to ensure that my panty was not exposed over that, and then quickly moved towards the open bonnet.

Harpal: Chuk… chuk… Dearth of water Madam… I should have checked that…

Small curls of smoke were coming out of the engine and Harpal was holding onto a plug like thing inside the engine area with a piece of cloth. The scene obviously did not look too encouraging.

Me: Isn’t there any bottle in the car?

He nodded negatively.

Me: Then? What to do?

Harpal: Have to arrange for some water Madam… in order to start up….

Me: And… and what are you holding on to like that?

Harpal: Unluckily there is a loose plug here which needs to be fixed too!

Me (I was naturally a bit annoyed): Don’t you check the minimum before taking out the car from garage! Strange! Mahesh should have been more careful!

Harpal: Madam, we usually do check… but… but it’s a sudden problem that arose due to that sudden halting probably… the plug also got loose…

Me: I see. We… we cannot get back to Mahesh also I guess… … it’s just too far…

Harpal: Yes Madam… but Madam… I mean… if you… err… I mean… actually since this plug has come out…. Err…

Me (seeing that he is hesitating to tell me something): You tell me naa… what do I need to do? Don’t hesitate….

Harpal: Actually Madam since I cannot leave this plug right now… if you can go down… its not far at all… just down the slope down there (he signaled with his eyes)… and get a bottle of water we can get along again. I would have gone myself, but you will not be able to manage this plug… its hot too… as you can see smoke is coming out.

Me (Seeing there is no other alternative at that moment and water was essential for the car): That’s absolutely okay… you take care of that… I can surely get the water I guess.

Harpal: Sorry for the trouble Madam… but I am helpless…

Me: Arre… its okay baba….

[Nightking]

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I have tried to found the complete story since long time.......

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[themaskeditor]

Rameshmallu, A Big Thank you for your efforts.

[Bhagya07]

Welcome back, please complete this story. This is one of the legendary Indian Sex Stories. Please complete this one

[Nightking]

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[Ramesh_Rocky]

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