29-11-2019, 02:02 PM
She looked up and saw his eyes riveted on her bosom. She struggled to bring her hand up to pull her pallo over her breasts, making both of them more conscious of the situation.
But her gesture was not genuine. She was already beginning to feel a different kind of heat radiate from within at the awareness of the young man's eyes on her. Hypocritically, her actions were her social self, while she actually wanted to let him nibble at her with his eyes.
Her mind briefly dwelt on the situation. She had seen him in and about the neighborhood. She noted that he had never featured in any fantasy possibly because he was younger and not within the family. Even in her mind, she felt bolder with the older males. They often represented authority figures and she suspected that beneath that veneer was a male who could be subjugated with sex.
Every flirtatious gesture was to test if that theory was correct. Or within the family, where they represented opportunity and control. The rest of the working out of the theory -- of she fucking the authority figure and reducing him to bubbling mass of flesh under her; of taming the young man and making him her sexual slave -- was done in her mind.
As she was wondering on whether to flirt with this young man there was a lurch in the crowded mass of bodies. Her pallo was swept aside and her cleavage was again exposed. But also more of the blouse was now also visible to him and he saw the damp fabric stuck to her body. In fact, Srikant could smell Shobha mami's womanly aromas as they rose off her body.
"Take this," Shobha mami bellowed at him, handing him her pooja basket, loaded with a coconut, a dozen bananas and flowers. Srikant took them and held them high over their heads. Shobha pushed with her left shoulder to make way and both of them sideways, facing each other made their way forward. "Stay with me," she shouted above the din.
He was not about to lose her. She featured in the standard set of two or three of his hot favorite women from the locality. He often ran errands for the other two, in the hope that opportunity for a steamy encounter would present itself. He had often been home alone with Saroja mami in her kitchen having just brought her some vegetable or ingredient she had just requested. Like with all the mamis of the neighborhood, the breasts were heavy and sumptuous. And in his limited repertoire of fantasies, all he wanted was those breasts.
Some of the stuff he had seen on the net told him there was more -- but he did not fully understand many of things shown there.
Srikant's fantasies usually revolved around their breasts; he imagined his buried in them, his lips sucking at them and him playing with those objects of his intense desire. It resulted in an erection that could not be controlled and he masturbated quickly to find release. At least once he had done this standing in the corridor of Saroja mami's house, his eyes on her as she sat on the kitchen floor, grating coconut.
It was he who had brought her that coconut. When Saroja mami sat down with the grater on the floor he had a good view of her breasts. That morning she was wearing no bra within and in the heat of her kitchen she was soaked. Slowly from her armpits the sweat had seeped through and the side of her breasts were clamped to the cloth. Her nipples formed dark patches and Srikant's throat had gone dry as his eyes riveted on those knobs he wished to suck.
When Saroja mami had started moving back and forth and grating the coconut the jiggling of her breasts was too much for him to take. Mami was talking to him about a forthcoming cricket match but his mind was on a different ground.
"Sachin's last, isn't it?" Saroja mami had asked, perspiration flowing from her effort. She always engaged these boys in small talk else they could not be asked to run these errands.
Suddenly, she was met with silence. Unknown to her, Srikant had moved off to where he was not likely to be noticed and has masturbated. His breathing was heavy as his hand massaged his cock feverishly through his dhoti, for that is where he meant to catch the mess of fluids that flowed.
He had come, shuddering, watching Saroja mami rocking while grating the coconut, and he imagined that rocking to be her atop him. He milked himself till the jerks receded and quickly made a quiet exit hoping not to meet anyone while on his way home to change his dhoti.
Now, today at the temple with both his hands above holding the basket, Shobha held his midriff and they shuffled forward, toward the temple gate. That temple gate was the bottleneck. Once on the other side of that narrow passage the crush would ease as they reached the outer courtyard of the temple.
Shobha found herself closer than ever to the youngster given that his arms were now raised and she was holding on to him to keep them together and moving. Her face was in his chest and through his thin shirt she found his nipples poking through. She almost allowed her hands around him but moved her fingers to his sides again to avoid ending up hugging him.
Srikant shivered as he felt Shobha mami's cheek pressing against his chest -- and Shobha felt the shiver, too. At one point, he felt he might lose his balance and with his one free handed grabbed at Shobha mami. He held her just below her armpit.
As the jostling continued she found her face remained at more or less the same spot on his chest. Mischievously, she closed her wet mouth on his shirt, allowing her saliva to seep the cotton so that he felt her. And so that she felt him. Her lips playfully tugged on the nipple exactly once.
Srikant shuddered and reflexively brought his hand down on her hand -- sort of pushing her towards him. He realized the brazenness of the gesture and let his hand drop to her shoulder. Shobha mami looked up at him with radiant eyes and he could have kissed her right there, in the middle of the crowd.
Instead his hand dropped further and rested on her midriff, his hand against the side of her breast. As Shobha heaved, he felt that mass swell in his hand. He allowed his hand to stay there for she had not brushed him off. He allowed himself the small gesture of pressing on the breast. She still did not stop him. She was in fact preoccupied with negotiating the crowd.
But her gesture was not genuine. She was already beginning to feel a different kind of heat radiate from within at the awareness of the young man's eyes on her. Hypocritically, her actions were her social self, while she actually wanted to let him nibble at her with his eyes.
Her mind briefly dwelt on the situation. She had seen him in and about the neighborhood. She noted that he had never featured in any fantasy possibly because he was younger and not within the family. Even in her mind, she felt bolder with the older males. They often represented authority figures and she suspected that beneath that veneer was a male who could be subjugated with sex.
Every flirtatious gesture was to test if that theory was correct. Or within the family, where they represented opportunity and control. The rest of the working out of the theory -- of she fucking the authority figure and reducing him to bubbling mass of flesh under her; of taming the young man and making him her sexual slave -- was done in her mind.
As she was wondering on whether to flirt with this young man there was a lurch in the crowded mass of bodies. Her pallo was swept aside and her cleavage was again exposed. But also more of the blouse was now also visible to him and he saw the damp fabric stuck to her body. In fact, Srikant could smell Shobha mami's womanly aromas as they rose off her body.
"Take this," Shobha mami bellowed at him, handing him her pooja basket, loaded with a coconut, a dozen bananas and flowers. Srikant took them and held them high over their heads. Shobha pushed with her left shoulder to make way and both of them sideways, facing each other made their way forward. "Stay with me," she shouted above the din.
He was not about to lose her. She featured in the standard set of two or three of his hot favorite women from the locality. He often ran errands for the other two, in the hope that opportunity for a steamy encounter would present itself. He had often been home alone with Saroja mami in her kitchen having just brought her some vegetable or ingredient she had just requested. Like with all the mamis of the neighborhood, the breasts were heavy and sumptuous. And in his limited repertoire of fantasies, all he wanted was those breasts.
Some of the stuff he had seen on the net told him there was more -- but he did not fully understand many of things shown there.
Srikant's fantasies usually revolved around their breasts; he imagined his buried in them, his lips sucking at them and him playing with those objects of his intense desire. It resulted in an erection that could not be controlled and he masturbated quickly to find release. At least once he had done this standing in the corridor of Saroja mami's house, his eyes on her as she sat on the kitchen floor, grating coconut.
It was he who had brought her that coconut. When Saroja mami sat down with the grater on the floor he had a good view of her breasts. That morning she was wearing no bra within and in the heat of her kitchen she was soaked. Slowly from her armpits the sweat had seeped through and the side of her breasts were clamped to the cloth. Her nipples formed dark patches and Srikant's throat had gone dry as his eyes riveted on those knobs he wished to suck.
When Saroja mami had started moving back and forth and grating the coconut the jiggling of her breasts was too much for him to take. Mami was talking to him about a forthcoming cricket match but his mind was on a different ground.
"Sachin's last, isn't it?" Saroja mami had asked, perspiration flowing from her effort. She always engaged these boys in small talk else they could not be asked to run these errands.
Suddenly, she was met with silence. Unknown to her, Srikant had moved off to where he was not likely to be noticed and has masturbated. His breathing was heavy as his hand massaged his cock feverishly through his dhoti, for that is where he meant to catch the mess of fluids that flowed.
He had come, shuddering, watching Saroja mami rocking while grating the coconut, and he imagined that rocking to be her atop him. He milked himself till the jerks receded and quickly made a quiet exit hoping not to meet anyone while on his way home to change his dhoti.
Now, today at the temple with both his hands above holding the basket, Shobha held his midriff and they shuffled forward, toward the temple gate. That temple gate was the bottleneck. Once on the other side of that narrow passage the crush would ease as they reached the outer courtyard of the temple.
Shobha found herself closer than ever to the youngster given that his arms were now raised and she was holding on to him to keep them together and moving. Her face was in his chest and through his thin shirt she found his nipples poking through. She almost allowed her hands around him but moved her fingers to his sides again to avoid ending up hugging him.
Srikant shivered as he felt Shobha mami's cheek pressing against his chest -- and Shobha felt the shiver, too. At one point, he felt he might lose his balance and with his one free handed grabbed at Shobha mami. He held her just below her armpit.
As the jostling continued she found her face remained at more or less the same spot on his chest. Mischievously, she closed her wet mouth on his shirt, allowing her saliva to seep the cotton so that he felt her. And so that she felt him. Her lips playfully tugged on the nipple exactly once.
Srikant shuddered and reflexively brought his hand down on her hand -- sort of pushing her towards him. He realized the brazenness of the gesture and let his hand drop to her shoulder. Shobha mami looked up at him with radiant eyes and he could have kissed her right there, in the middle of the crowd.
Instead his hand dropped further and rested on her midriff, his hand against the side of her breast. As Shobha heaved, he felt that mass swell in his hand. He allowed his hand to stay there for she had not brushed him off. He allowed himself the small gesture of pressing on the breast. She still did not stop him. She was in fact preoccupied with negotiating the crowd.
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