12-02-2019, 10:39 AM
Mr. Yadav was gripping my left boob very firmly and his fingers hungrily feeling each inch of my young breast within my blouse. Instantly I got a very huge turn on as his thumb was directly pressing on my nipple under the cover of my bra. I almost sighed in ecstasy and momentarily closed my eyes in excitement. Mr. Yadav was an experienced player and he instantly realized my condition and quickly retraced his thumb over my tight blouse and the bastard started pressed exactly over my left nipple again and again.
Me: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Please stopppppppppppp. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease.
I was too late to stop him now and he almost ransacked my left breast by even inserting his fingers within my blouse. I also got heated with such intrusions to my private parts and Shilpa’s fucking scenes still hovering in my mind. But hardly did Mr. Yadav give me a chance to cooperate to his touches. He threw the crutches to the floor and dragged me to the wall, which was about a couple of feet, balancing completely on my body. I felt the cold wall on my back and soon realized that I was in a more compromising position now being pinned to the wall. Mr. Yadav almost pounced upon me and I was virtually sandwiched between the wall and his body weight. Though he was swaying a bit for balance as he had thrown his crutches to the corner of the room, he was intently feeling and touching me all over.
The moves were more affirmative and he seemed pretty sure what he was doing. I could not gather enough strength to protest against him and was surrendering slowly. He was cupping my ass cheeks over my sari very hard with both hands and brushing his beard all over my face. Obviously his moves were not limited to squeezing and cupping only, he was pulling up my sari from all corners exposing my legs vividly. Naturally I was quite heated by this time and was feeling wetness within my panty due to this extensive groping. And the rascal made most of it by enabling me to allow him to kiss on my lips. As he started kissing he immediately shifted his right hand off my buttocks and placed that on my right boob and started tracing for my nipple. An electric shock went through my body as if as I got a triple action on my body; Mr. Yadav’s lips on my wet lips, his one hand squeezing my right buttock, and his other hand pressing my nipple.
I had my eyes closed and frankly I was enjoying his touches now. But suddenly there was the noise of footsteps.
“Gaata Rahe Mera Dil, Tu Hi Meri Manzil…”
Someone was coming towards the temple gumming that song. I saw Mr. Yadav also became alert at this new development.
Mr. Yadav: Shhhh. He is our gardener. But why is he coming to this side?
I quickly picked up the pallu and tried to adjust my sari, but Mr. Yadav had pulled my sari almost completely off my waist and my petticoat was clearly visible. Moreover a couple of hooks of my blouse got open due to this heated encounter, but I did not have time to fix that.
Me: Will he come here?
He immediately put his finger on my lips. We could still hear the song and it was not approaching, which meant the man was doing something standing outside.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, talk very softly. If he comes here and sees us in this situation I will be in big soup. This gardener is a pet of Nandini.
He almost whispered in my right ear.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, get my crutch quickly. If he sees that while passing, he would surely enter here.
Me: But how can I move like this. Can’t you see my sari is…
I spoke in a somewhat louder tone and immediately Mr. Yadav pinched my ass cheek over my petticoat and indicated to speak softly. I felt rather ashamed at such a procedure to indicate me something and would surely have slapped him otherwise, but my situation was such then that I had to digest that.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, try to understand. If he sees me here with you… You just get my crutch. Quickly.
I was still dillydallying with my sari and probably seeing that Mr. Yadav held my arms with one hand and unwrapped my sari completely off my body with his other hand. I stood there in front of him clad in my petticoat and blouse. My back was still touching the wall.
“Pyar Hua Ikraar Hua To Pyar Se Phir…”
We could hear a new tune and fortunately it was not approaching us. The gardener must be stationary now while singing.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, for heaven’s sake. Get that crutch.
I was a bit taken aback the way my sari was taken off by him, but understanding the graveness of the situation did not say anything. I made him stand holding the wall and went ahead to get his crutch. As I walked I quickly fastened the two open hooks of my blouse and covered some exposed cleavage of mine. It was definitely an odd feeling walking without my sari, more so as I knew Mr. Yadav was watching my every movement. I picked up the crutch and looked outside through the temple door, but there was no one. I quickly ran back to him and handed him the crutch. I immediately started wrapping my sari when I heard the song approaching us!
Mr. Yadav: Anita, not a word. He is coming this side.
He held the crutch in one hand and grabbed me with the other and immediately pulled me on him. My heavy jiggling boobs again bounced directly on his chest as my face almost bumped on his specs. My heart was beating faster now as I was also scared to be caught by someone in this very compromising state – being clad only in my blouse and petticoat, my sari on floor, and being hugged by a man.
Mr. Yadav: He is probably on the door.
Me: Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh! Please stopppppppppppp. Pleeeeeeeeeeeeeeease.
I was too late to stop him now and he almost ransacked my left breast by even inserting his fingers within my blouse. I also got heated with such intrusions to my private parts and Shilpa’s fucking scenes still hovering in my mind. But hardly did Mr. Yadav give me a chance to cooperate to his touches. He threw the crutches to the floor and dragged me to the wall, which was about a couple of feet, balancing completely on my body. I felt the cold wall on my back and soon realized that I was in a more compromising position now being pinned to the wall. Mr. Yadav almost pounced upon me and I was virtually sandwiched between the wall and his body weight. Though he was swaying a bit for balance as he had thrown his crutches to the corner of the room, he was intently feeling and touching me all over.
The moves were more affirmative and he seemed pretty sure what he was doing. I could not gather enough strength to protest against him and was surrendering slowly. He was cupping my ass cheeks over my sari very hard with both hands and brushing his beard all over my face. Obviously his moves were not limited to squeezing and cupping only, he was pulling up my sari from all corners exposing my legs vividly. Naturally I was quite heated by this time and was feeling wetness within my panty due to this extensive groping. And the rascal made most of it by enabling me to allow him to kiss on my lips. As he started kissing he immediately shifted his right hand off my buttocks and placed that on my right boob and started tracing for my nipple. An electric shock went through my body as if as I got a triple action on my body; Mr. Yadav’s lips on my wet lips, his one hand squeezing my right buttock, and his other hand pressing my nipple.
I had my eyes closed and frankly I was enjoying his touches now. But suddenly there was the noise of footsteps.
“Gaata Rahe Mera Dil, Tu Hi Meri Manzil…”
Someone was coming towards the temple gumming that song. I saw Mr. Yadav also became alert at this new development.
Mr. Yadav: Shhhh. He is our gardener. But why is he coming to this side?
I quickly picked up the pallu and tried to adjust my sari, but Mr. Yadav had pulled my sari almost completely off my waist and my petticoat was clearly visible. Moreover a couple of hooks of my blouse got open due to this heated encounter, but I did not have time to fix that.
Me: Will he come here?
He immediately put his finger on my lips. We could still hear the song and it was not approaching, which meant the man was doing something standing outside.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, talk very softly. If he comes here and sees us in this situation I will be in big soup. This gardener is a pet of Nandini.
He almost whispered in my right ear.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, get my crutch quickly. If he sees that while passing, he would surely enter here.
Me: But how can I move like this. Can’t you see my sari is…
I spoke in a somewhat louder tone and immediately Mr. Yadav pinched my ass cheek over my petticoat and indicated to speak softly. I felt rather ashamed at such a procedure to indicate me something and would surely have slapped him otherwise, but my situation was such then that I had to digest that.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, try to understand. If he sees me here with you… You just get my crutch. Quickly.
I was still dillydallying with my sari and probably seeing that Mr. Yadav held my arms with one hand and unwrapped my sari completely off my body with his other hand. I stood there in front of him clad in my petticoat and blouse. My back was still touching the wall.
“Pyar Hua Ikraar Hua To Pyar Se Phir…”
We could hear a new tune and fortunately it was not approaching us. The gardener must be stationary now while singing.
Mr. Yadav: Anita, for heaven’s sake. Get that crutch.
I was a bit taken aback the way my sari was taken off by him, but understanding the graveness of the situation did not say anything. I made him stand holding the wall and went ahead to get his crutch. As I walked I quickly fastened the two open hooks of my blouse and covered some exposed cleavage of mine. It was definitely an odd feeling walking without my sari, more so as I knew Mr. Yadav was watching my every movement. I picked up the crutch and looked outside through the temple door, but there was no one. I quickly ran back to him and handed him the crutch. I immediately started wrapping my sari when I heard the song approaching us!
Mr. Yadav: Anita, not a word. He is coming this side.
He held the crutch in one hand and grabbed me with the other and immediately pulled me on him. My heavy jiggling boobs again bounced directly on his chest as my face almost bumped on his specs. My heart was beating faster now as I was also scared to be caught by someone in this very compromising state – being clad only in my blouse and petticoat, my sari on floor, and being hugged by a man.
Mr. Yadav: He is probably on the door.
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