13-02-2019, 01:09 PM
Now I went ahead to the next move of my plan.
Me: What happened Nandu? Why is the stool moving? Are you not holding it properly?
My reaction was sudden enough to catch Nandu on the wrong foot.
Nandu: No, no mausi. I am holding it correctly.
Me: Then why did it move?
Nandu: Where? It’s absolutely okay mausi. Don’t worry.
Me: Uhuh! I think the base of the stool is not that firm. O… Okay… Do one thing!
I paused just for a second.
Me: You… You just hold me along with the stool to be on the safer side.
Listening to this, Nandu’s face turned more cheerful as if that was his hidden desire!
Nandu: Sure mausi. And that way you will be much safer.
I could feel his left hand immediately on my foot. The room seemed to be charged up with an air of sexual feelings and I closed my eyes as I was feeling Nandu’s hands on my naked legs just below my knee. Nandu was still looking up at the fan (=me) to see how it was cleaned. I was trying to concentrate on my job and was about to clean the last wing of the fan. Just within seconds, I could clearly feel his hand creep up a bit unmistakably. This movement of Nandu easily sent shivers all through my body. I felt his left hand creep up on my bare leg and rested on my knee. I was also made up of flesh and blood and was unable to ignore this lad’s moves.
Me: Nandu… err… I am feeling a bit awkward as you are holding to only one leg. It’s better if you could hold me with both hands. I will feel… I mean will feel secure then.
Nandu: Sure mausi. Sure. Why not?
Warning bells started ringing in my head as I could feel Nandu holding my bare knees just below my tucked up sari with both hands.
The one side of my mind was screaming to stop such alluring things to this young innocent class XI boy as I was entering the 'point of no return' at that very moment. However, the other half of my mind was already lulled and taken control by my basic sexual need and hidden desire. In this brief conflict, the needs overtook the reason and I continued to clean the blade of the fan while I was thoroughly enjoying the touches of his hand on my bare legs.
I could easily comprehend that Nandu was also getting the courage at this juncture and his hands was very slowly creeping up my knees. His palms were soft, but firm and they tiptoed up my legs centimeter by centimeter. I looked down for a moment and realized his hands were about to enter within my sari and behaved that I was totally ignorant of his moves. I also noticed that the young lad was also sweating, not just because the fan was switched off, but also for his bold moves on his mausi!
As I wiped the last blade eternally I felt Nandu’s hands were for the first time inside my sari and petticoat and touching the base of my well formed smooth thighs and resting squarely there. I made a hissing sound by which actually I tried to control my emotions. Nandu was maturing by the minute! His index finger was very subtly drawing some circles on my warm bare thighs and pressing the flesh with his other fingers. And he was doing all these while his face was innocently looking at the fan. This truly was a very very diverse sensation and I had never felt likewise even with Manohar ever before! Nandu was clearly arousing me sexually but we both behaved that we are ignorant to each other – this surely was a totally new experience for me!
Naturally with this sort of hot action, my pussy itched vigorously and I had to scratch it once in order to even stand properly. I looked at my hands - both were wet with dirty water and I was holding the mopping cloth also. Moreover, Nandu was standing so close to my body. I wondered how could I at all scratch my pussy to overcome the itch! I waited some moments. Nandu’s hands never halted! He must have been enjoying the heat that my thighs were already generating and seemed pretty engrossed in it.
But I was desperate!
Me: Nan… Nandu…
He immediately stopped his hand movement on my legs.
Nandu: Ye… yes mausi?
Me: I mean… can you help… I mean help me a bit?
Nandu: What?
Me: Actually I am having… Well… actually as you can see my hands are all wet with this dirty water, can you do me a favor?
Nandu: Surely.
Me: I am… I mean… I am having a vigorous itch. Uff! I can’t stand it.
Nandu: Where? Tell me naa mausi, I will rub the area.
Me: Yes, that’s what I was saying… actually its there… below my waist.
How could I say directly that I was having an itch in my pussy? I tried to be as modest as possible.
Nandu: Below your waist… at the back?
Me: No, no. In the… err… in the front. Here…
I indicated my sari-covered genital area to Nandu.
Nandu: Oho! Okay. Okay.
He had already taken out his hands from under my sari and now he took his right hand right to my panty-covered pussy and touched me right over my honey pot!
Nandu: Here mausi?
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaah! Yes, yes.
He placed his “killer” right hand palm just over my pussy and pressed there! I closed my eyes and sighed out aloud. Nandu started rubbing my crotch over my sari and it was such a vulgar scene yet I felt so relaxed as he did that. He was rubbing me directly on my love spot over my sari, petticoat, and panty and must have felt my curled, dense bush of pubic hair. I even shamelessly directed him to be at the right spot!
Me: Yes, f-i-n-e…. Now a little below. Ahhhhhhhh. Uhhhhhhhhh.
Nandu: Okay mausi.
Me: Yes, yes. Right. Ahhhhhhhhh! But don’t just rub you idiot! Scratch hard!
Nandu: As you say mausi.
Nandu was now almost grabbing my pussy over my sari with his right hand as he rubbed and scratched my crotch vigorously. Though I was not getting 100% comfort from my vaginal itch as I felt like inserting a finger in my slit, but this was undoubtedly a hair-raising sensual experience for me. I could well realize that I was dying to get naked now in front of this class XI guy and get fucked by him. But some good senses probably still prevailed inside me and I somehow was able to press the ‘stop’ button.
Me: What happened Nandu? Why is the stool moving? Are you not holding it properly?
My reaction was sudden enough to catch Nandu on the wrong foot.
Nandu: No, no mausi. I am holding it correctly.
Me: Then why did it move?
Nandu: Where? It’s absolutely okay mausi. Don’t worry.
Me: Uhuh! I think the base of the stool is not that firm. O… Okay… Do one thing!
I paused just for a second.
Me: You… You just hold me along with the stool to be on the safer side.
Listening to this, Nandu’s face turned more cheerful as if that was his hidden desire!
Nandu: Sure mausi. And that way you will be much safer.
I could feel his left hand immediately on my foot. The room seemed to be charged up with an air of sexual feelings and I closed my eyes as I was feeling Nandu’s hands on my naked legs just below my knee. Nandu was still looking up at the fan (=me) to see how it was cleaned. I was trying to concentrate on my job and was about to clean the last wing of the fan. Just within seconds, I could clearly feel his hand creep up a bit unmistakably. This movement of Nandu easily sent shivers all through my body. I felt his left hand creep up on my bare leg and rested on my knee. I was also made up of flesh and blood and was unable to ignore this lad’s moves.
Me: Nandu… err… I am feeling a bit awkward as you are holding to only one leg. It’s better if you could hold me with both hands. I will feel… I mean will feel secure then.
Nandu: Sure mausi. Sure. Why not?
Warning bells started ringing in my head as I could feel Nandu holding my bare knees just below my tucked up sari with both hands.
The one side of my mind was screaming to stop such alluring things to this young innocent class XI boy as I was entering the 'point of no return' at that very moment. However, the other half of my mind was already lulled and taken control by my basic sexual need and hidden desire. In this brief conflict, the needs overtook the reason and I continued to clean the blade of the fan while I was thoroughly enjoying the touches of his hand on my bare legs.
I could easily comprehend that Nandu was also getting the courage at this juncture and his hands was very slowly creeping up my knees. His palms were soft, but firm and they tiptoed up my legs centimeter by centimeter. I looked down for a moment and realized his hands were about to enter within my sari and behaved that I was totally ignorant of his moves. I also noticed that the young lad was also sweating, not just because the fan was switched off, but also for his bold moves on his mausi!
As I wiped the last blade eternally I felt Nandu’s hands were for the first time inside my sari and petticoat and touching the base of my well formed smooth thighs and resting squarely there. I made a hissing sound by which actually I tried to control my emotions. Nandu was maturing by the minute! His index finger was very subtly drawing some circles on my warm bare thighs and pressing the flesh with his other fingers. And he was doing all these while his face was innocently looking at the fan. This truly was a very very diverse sensation and I had never felt likewise even with Manohar ever before! Nandu was clearly arousing me sexually but we both behaved that we are ignorant to each other – this surely was a totally new experience for me!
Naturally with this sort of hot action, my pussy itched vigorously and I had to scratch it once in order to even stand properly. I looked at my hands - both were wet with dirty water and I was holding the mopping cloth also. Moreover, Nandu was standing so close to my body. I wondered how could I at all scratch my pussy to overcome the itch! I waited some moments. Nandu’s hands never halted! He must have been enjoying the heat that my thighs were already generating and seemed pretty engrossed in it.
But I was desperate!
Me: Nan… Nandu…
He immediately stopped his hand movement on my legs.
Nandu: Ye… yes mausi?
Me: I mean… can you help… I mean help me a bit?
Nandu: What?
Me: Actually I am having… Well… actually as you can see my hands are all wet with this dirty water, can you do me a favor?
Nandu: Surely.
Me: I am… I mean… I am having a vigorous itch. Uff! I can’t stand it.
Nandu: Where? Tell me naa mausi, I will rub the area.
Me: Yes, that’s what I was saying… actually its there… below my waist.
How could I say directly that I was having an itch in my pussy? I tried to be as modest as possible.
Nandu: Below your waist… at the back?
Me: No, no. In the… err… in the front. Here…
I indicated my sari-covered genital area to Nandu.
Nandu: Oho! Okay. Okay.
He had already taken out his hands from under my sari and now he took his right hand right to my panty-covered pussy and touched me right over my honey pot!
Nandu: Here mausi?
Me: Aaaaaaaaaaah! Yes, yes.
He placed his “killer” right hand palm just over my pussy and pressed there! I closed my eyes and sighed out aloud. Nandu started rubbing my crotch over my sari and it was such a vulgar scene yet I felt so relaxed as he did that. He was rubbing me directly on my love spot over my sari, petticoat, and panty and must have felt my curled, dense bush of pubic hair. I even shamelessly directed him to be at the right spot!
Me: Yes, f-i-n-e…. Now a little below. Ahhhhhhhh. Uhhhhhhhhh.
Nandu: Okay mausi.
Me: Yes, yes. Right. Ahhhhhhhhh! But don’t just rub you idiot! Scratch hard!
Nandu: As you say mausi.
Nandu was now almost grabbing my pussy over my sari with his right hand as he rubbed and scratched my crotch vigorously. Though I was not getting 100% comfort from my vaginal itch as I felt like inserting a finger in my slit, but this was undoubtedly a hair-raising sensual experience for me. I could well realize that I was dying to get naked now in front of this class XI guy and get fucked by him. But some good senses probably still prevailed inside me and I somehow was able to press the ‘stop’ button.
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