13-02-2019, 01:13 PM
As we had come early to the beach, the beach crowd was sparse. The day was also not too hot as a pleasant cold wind was there. We had coconuts from the beach side and strolled for a while on the sand.
Ritesh: Anita, today we will not take a bath in this part of the beach. There is a more beautiful spot just at a stone’s throw. Yesterday I discovered it.
Me: Really? Where is it?
Ritesh: We can go via rickshaw. Will hardly take 15-20 minutes.
Sunita Bhabie: That’s great to know.
Me: Lets push off then. The more delay we do here, the sun will beat down more strongly.
Ritesh: Right!
Ritesh went to the rickshaw stand and got one cycle-rickshaw for us and we sat on the main seat and Ritesh shared the puller’s seat. We reached the spot in about half an hour. Hence it was not that near as Ritesh initially told. Actually the beach had taken an inward turn and though this part of the beach was quite rugged the setting was nice.
Sunita Bhabie: Wow! The place looks so beautiful, especially with a hill at the backdrop.
Ritesh: I told you. It’s a very nice spot.
I also noted that rather strikingly the place was absolutely desolate. There was no one except the two rickshaw pullers and us. Moreover the beach was indeed rocky.
Me: But… but the beach seems to be too rocky. How can one bathe here?
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, people do bathe here. So many foreigners come here everyday. Just wait for a while, they will start coming after 11.
Ritesh: Go and have a look! I will finalize the rate for waiting with him.
We proceeded towards the beach while Ritesh talked to the rickshaw-puller. The scene was really nice with dark blue waters lapping the golden sand and the hill at the background was truly picturesque.
Ritesh: Lets go to the sea then.
We both turned back as Ritesh was there already and we saw the rickshaw-puller also following him with our carry bag.
Ritesh: He will wait till we finish bathing and will look after our clothes, camera, and sandals.
Sunita Bhabie: Bah! Great!
Me: But in any case there is one here. Who will steal those?
Ritesh: Still Anita, its better to be safeguarded. This is an unknown place for us. Isn’t it?
Sunita Bhabie: No, no Ritesh. You did the right thing. Good to have someone at guard.
We had to be careful while walking as there were so many pebbles and small pointed rocks mixed with sand on the beach. We almost reached the waters now and here the beach was comparatively clean and devoid of rocks. The rickshaw-puller also was there, standing just a little behind carrying the bag, which contained one salwar-kamiz of mine and a sari, petticoat, and blouse of Bhabie. We had taken an undergarment set also and the bag contained the camera too. Ritesh had not brought anything, as he believed he would get dry easily in the hot sun.
I took my chunri off my bust and handed it to Ritesh so that he could keep it in the packet. My tight boobs looked more evident now inside my kamiz without the chunri. Since the rickshaw-puller was standing pretty close, I felt a bit awkward. Ritesh also started stripping to his shorts, which he was wearing under his trousers.
Ritesh: Okay, you just wait here. Just keep a safe distance from water as the dry clothes are there in that packet.
Rickshaw-puller: Don’t worry Sahib. I will take care of your packet. But… but I think…
Ritesh: Do you mean to say anything?
Rickshaw-puller: Yes Sahib! For Madam.
Saying that he indicated Bhabie.
Ritesh: What?
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, the current is too high as the sea bends here. It’s a big risk to wear a sari while going to the sea.
Sunita Bhabie: We will not go deep. Will be there by the side only.
Rickshaw-puller: Still Madam you might lose balance due to the current. You are new here, you don’t know the current.
Bhabie and me looked at each other. We were slightly concerned hearing about the water current.
Ritesh: Bhabie, what to do?
Sunita Bhabie: What do you suggest?
Ritesh: See Bhabie, afterall he is a local and knows the sea much better than us.
Sunita Bhabie: But… but I have not brought a salwar-kamiz with me.
Ritesh: Bhabie, lets not get too verbatim on what he says…
Bhabie looked questionably at Ritesh.
Ritesh: You don’t have to change to a salwar-kamiz. Yes it will be difficult to manage the sari in the current. You can just leave the sari here.
Sunita Bhabie: Meaning? You mean… err… I will go in my petticoat and blouse?
Ritesh: Yes.
Sunita Bhabie: But… but how can I…
Ritesh: Bhabie… this is a very safe place. Even if you try very hard, you will not find a single person here.
Sunita Bhabie: That’s okay, but…
Rickshaw-puller: This is not a well known spot to the tourists. No one comes here Madam except the foreigners. They also come at around noontime.
The situation was getting rather clumsy. Two males were encouraging a married 40+ woman to take off her sari and go for the bath assuring no one would see her here!
Rickshaw-puller: Madam anything clinging to the feet can create trouble in that current.
Ritesh: Right you are. Bhabie lets not take chances here. Leave your sari with him.
Sunita Bhabie: O… okay, as you say.
Saying that Bhabie just turned away from us and started opening her sari. It looked extremely odd for a woman as plump as Sunita Bhabie undoing her sari standing in broad daylight and that too in front of two males simply ogling at her, especially the rickshaw-puller. His eyes as if popped out seeing Bhabie’s curvaceous back and her huge gaand. As she turned towards us she looked rather appealing, as her tight round boobs were very prominent encased in her blouse. Bhabie’s butter-colored cleavage was also visible, which gave her a hot look. Bhabie handed over her sari to the rickshaw-puller who took it with a smiling face.
Ritesh: Bhabie you look great!
Sunita Bhabie: Just shut up!
Bhabie was trying to adjust her blouse to cover her exposed cleavage, but it was an impossible task. Just then I glanced at her waist and was shocked. Before signaling anything to Bhabie I looked at the rickshaw-puller from the corner of my eyes to see if he had noticed that. And to my utter shock I saw he was seeing that only! I could clearly make out the dirty stare from this low class person.
What I was seeing, the rickshaw-puller was also eyeing that!
Actually Bhabie had rotated the knot tying spot of her petticoat to her right left side. We women who wears sari on a regular basis often follow this practice just to feel at ease, because sometimes when we are not wearing a panty and had opened our sari, the petticoat slit actually exposes our pussy and the pubic hairs. Hence if we just turn the petticoat and tie the knot to a side, the feeling is more secure. Sunita Bhabie also had done that, but now her red-colored panty was clearly visible from the side through her petticoat slit! Bhabie was of course unaware of that and was offering a very sexy view to that low class rickshaw-puller.
We all started walking towards the waters and I elbowed Bhabie and indicated about her petticoat slit. She adjusted it quickly as we walked and looked decent.
Ritesh: This area is clear is more or less clear of rocks and pebbles. What do you say Anita?
Me: Yes… seems okay.
As we entered the water, we could easily perceive the current. We held each other tightly as the sea started sluicing our feet. Though the sea appeared calm, but there was a rapid undercurrent. Sunita Bhabie was in the middle amongst us and already I could sense they were inclining towards each other in the literal sense of the term.
Bhabie and myself were making all sorts of screeches, yells, and squeals as Ritesh pulled us more and more into the sea. Ritesh appeared to be a cool customer handling both of us. Ritesh suddenly left our hands and started sprinkling waters from the sea on us. And it was not a casual approach, but he seriously started to drench our upper parts. Till such time I was wet till my thighs, but now Ritesh soaked my upper part. Naturally my boobs looked more evident over my dress and the cold waters immediately made my nipples hard. I stretched my kamiz in the front to look decent. Bhabie was giggling aloud and encouraging Ritesh to wet me more!
Me: Hey… Ritesh, stop this.
Ritesh was laughing away and probably due to Bhabie’s encouragement was now throwing water heavily on me and in no time my front side was all wet. My boobs looked like two ripe guavas shinning in the sun. I was quite charged up now and reciprocated the same to Ritesh first and then turned my attention to Bhabie.
Me: Bhabie, you were enjoying a lot… eh… when he was applying water on me… now see how it feels.
I was really quite annoyed over Bhabie the way she egged on Ritesh to wet me. Ritesh and myself both attacked Bhabie and in a flash she was all soaked. Her blouse was sopping wet and her white brassiere was very much evident now.
Me: Now, how does it feel? You sl…!
I somehow controlled myself from saying the word “slut”. Bhabie was looking extremely sexy now in wet condition especially without the sari.
Ritesh: Bhabie, l-o-o-k a vulture!
Along with Bhabie I also looked up and Ritesh took that opportunity and pushed Bhabie into the waters, as she was totally unguarded for that moment. I felt really good to see Bhabie in that helpless state and Ritesh and myself both had a good laugh. Though Ritesh quickly got hold of her, otherwise the current would have pulled her more into the sea. But by that time Sunita Bhabie was totally exposed to her waist. As she fell and was completely off balanced in water, her petticoat swirled up to her waist exposing her fleshy thighs and flashing red panty for quite a while before she could cover it. Bhabie also gulped some water and was coughing and took a minute to recover.
Ritesh: Are you okay now? Hope you are not hurt?
Sunita Bhabie: No, no I am okay. Good fun.
She was still giggling though coughing again.
Ritesh: You seem to have gulped up saline water!
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, quite a bit.
Ritesh: Then I need to take that out?
Sunita Bhabie: But how?
Ritesh: Simple! Anita, close your eyes once?
Me: Why?
Ritesh: I need to pump out the water.
Me: Is there any shame left the way you have wetted us?
Sunita Bhabie: True Anita…
Ritesh: I am starting to pump then?
Sunita Bhabie: But… but how?
Ritesh: Simple! Like this… the more you pump, more water will come out…
Saying that he suddenly grabbed Bhabie’s boobs and squeezed them simultaneously. Naturally Sunita Bhabie never expected such an act from him and was caught napping and had to digest the boob squeeze.
Sunita Bhabie: You… you mischief! You rogue!
Ritesh did it in such a casual and playful mode that we all were laughing. I was trying to relate this act with last night’s drama in Bhabie’s room and I was eager to provide them more space to enjoy.
Ritesh: A-h-o-y… hey…. Come here!
He signaled to the rickshaw-puller who was standing back at the shore watching us.
Sunita Bhabie: Why are you calling him? I’m all wet…
Me: Yes, why are you calling him here?
Ritesh: Oho! You people are so anxious! I have full plans to enjoy today. He is bringing beer. It will be great fun, I bet.
Sunita Bhabie: But…
I could realize now that it was a planned thing. He had already given money to that man to get the beer bottles. I turned back and saw that the man had twirled up his lungi till his waist almost and was approaching us.
Ritesh: Bhabie, but what? He will see you in wet condition… Are you ashamed? My dear Bhabie, do you know when I came with him yesterday what did we saw here?
Sunita Bhabie: What?
Ritesh: Bhabie you are concerned that you do not look decent in this wet outfit. Right? But yesterday we saw two foreigner middle-aged ladies coming out of the sea completely topless – they were only wearing panties! He he… that too very non-existent type… From that angle Bhabie, you are so much covered… he he…
Sunita Bhabie was about to say something, but the rickshaw-puller had arrived with two bottles of beer in his hand and a big smile in his face.
Ritesh: Thanks yaar!
He stood there and was now ogling at both of us. My boobs looked very prominent in my wet kamiz and the lower part of my dress was also sticking to my thighs and ass and caused my contours to be very much unmistakable. Bhabie was in a real messy state and both males could clearly see her nipple impressions over her thin blouse. Her bra position inside the blouse – the bra strap, the cups, the hook, and the elastic band were so very discernible!
Ritesh had opened one bottle using his teeth as the bottle-opener and the rickshaw-puller also was equal to the task of opening the other. Ritesh handed the bottle to Sunita Bhabie and took the other one from him and started guzzling it. Half the bottle was empty at one go and then he handed the bottle to the rickshaw-puller.
Ritesh: You also take a sip!
Rickshaw-puller: He… he…. Sure Sahib!
Within the wink of an eye the beer bottle was empty and he threw it in water and started adjusting his lungi. He had his lungi already twirled up awfully high and now it seemed to me he would surely flash his undies to us the way he pulled up his lungi. Bhabie and myself were sharing the other beer bottle. It was local made and it was strong. Though it did not taste the best, the ambiance created a great mood in all of us. The only air of uncomfortableness for me was the presence of that low class rickshaw-puller among us.
I could realize the water was rising below my feet and I was about to tell that to Ritesh, but suddenly there was a big wave and the water level increased significantly and covered us till our waist. I could realize my panty inside my dress getting fully wet due to this wave. Bhabie appeared to be in a more messy state as the wave had completely soaked her lower portion and her wet petticoat had slid down alarmingly revealing her curvy bottom. By the time she was alert both the males could easily make out the upper edge of her red panty.
Ritesh: Anita, today we will not take a bath in this part of the beach. There is a more beautiful spot just at a stone’s throw. Yesterday I discovered it.
Me: Really? Where is it?
Ritesh: We can go via rickshaw. Will hardly take 15-20 minutes.
Sunita Bhabie: That’s great to know.
Me: Lets push off then. The more delay we do here, the sun will beat down more strongly.
Ritesh: Right!
Ritesh went to the rickshaw stand and got one cycle-rickshaw for us and we sat on the main seat and Ritesh shared the puller’s seat. We reached the spot in about half an hour. Hence it was not that near as Ritesh initially told. Actually the beach had taken an inward turn and though this part of the beach was quite rugged the setting was nice.
Sunita Bhabie: Wow! The place looks so beautiful, especially with a hill at the backdrop.
Ritesh: I told you. It’s a very nice spot.
I also noted that rather strikingly the place was absolutely desolate. There was no one except the two rickshaw pullers and us. Moreover the beach was indeed rocky.
Me: But… but the beach seems to be too rocky. How can one bathe here?
Rickshaw-puller: Madam, people do bathe here. So many foreigners come here everyday. Just wait for a while, they will start coming after 11.
Ritesh: Go and have a look! I will finalize the rate for waiting with him.
We proceeded towards the beach while Ritesh talked to the rickshaw-puller. The scene was really nice with dark blue waters lapping the golden sand and the hill at the background was truly picturesque.
Ritesh: Lets go to the sea then.
We both turned back as Ritesh was there already and we saw the rickshaw-puller also following him with our carry bag.
Ritesh: He will wait till we finish bathing and will look after our clothes, camera, and sandals.
Sunita Bhabie: Bah! Great!
Me: But in any case there is one here. Who will steal those?
Ritesh: Still Anita, its better to be safeguarded. This is an unknown place for us. Isn’t it?
Sunita Bhabie: No, no Ritesh. You did the right thing. Good to have someone at guard.
We had to be careful while walking as there were so many pebbles and small pointed rocks mixed with sand on the beach. We almost reached the waters now and here the beach was comparatively clean and devoid of rocks. The rickshaw-puller also was there, standing just a little behind carrying the bag, which contained one salwar-kamiz of mine and a sari, petticoat, and blouse of Bhabie. We had taken an undergarment set also and the bag contained the camera too. Ritesh had not brought anything, as he believed he would get dry easily in the hot sun.
I took my chunri off my bust and handed it to Ritesh so that he could keep it in the packet. My tight boobs looked more evident now inside my kamiz without the chunri. Since the rickshaw-puller was standing pretty close, I felt a bit awkward. Ritesh also started stripping to his shorts, which he was wearing under his trousers.
Ritesh: Okay, you just wait here. Just keep a safe distance from water as the dry clothes are there in that packet.
Rickshaw-puller: Don’t worry Sahib. I will take care of your packet. But… but I think…
Ritesh: Do you mean to say anything?
Rickshaw-puller: Yes Sahib! For Madam.
Saying that he indicated Bhabie.
Ritesh: What?
Rickshaw-puller: Sahib, the current is too high as the sea bends here. It’s a big risk to wear a sari while going to the sea.
Sunita Bhabie: We will not go deep. Will be there by the side only.
Rickshaw-puller: Still Madam you might lose balance due to the current. You are new here, you don’t know the current.
Bhabie and me looked at each other. We were slightly concerned hearing about the water current.
Ritesh: Bhabie, what to do?
Sunita Bhabie: What do you suggest?
Ritesh: See Bhabie, afterall he is a local and knows the sea much better than us.
Sunita Bhabie: But… but I have not brought a salwar-kamiz with me.
Ritesh: Bhabie, lets not get too verbatim on what he says…
Bhabie looked questionably at Ritesh.
Ritesh: You don’t have to change to a salwar-kamiz. Yes it will be difficult to manage the sari in the current. You can just leave the sari here.
Sunita Bhabie: Meaning? You mean… err… I will go in my petticoat and blouse?
Ritesh: Yes.
Sunita Bhabie: But… but how can I…
Ritesh: Bhabie… this is a very safe place. Even if you try very hard, you will not find a single person here.
Sunita Bhabie: That’s okay, but…
Rickshaw-puller: This is not a well known spot to the tourists. No one comes here Madam except the foreigners. They also come at around noontime.
The situation was getting rather clumsy. Two males were encouraging a married 40+ woman to take off her sari and go for the bath assuring no one would see her here!
Rickshaw-puller: Madam anything clinging to the feet can create trouble in that current.
Ritesh: Right you are. Bhabie lets not take chances here. Leave your sari with him.
Sunita Bhabie: O… okay, as you say.
Saying that Bhabie just turned away from us and started opening her sari. It looked extremely odd for a woman as plump as Sunita Bhabie undoing her sari standing in broad daylight and that too in front of two males simply ogling at her, especially the rickshaw-puller. His eyes as if popped out seeing Bhabie’s curvaceous back and her huge gaand. As she turned towards us she looked rather appealing, as her tight round boobs were very prominent encased in her blouse. Bhabie’s butter-colored cleavage was also visible, which gave her a hot look. Bhabie handed over her sari to the rickshaw-puller who took it with a smiling face.
Ritesh: Bhabie you look great!
Sunita Bhabie: Just shut up!
Bhabie was trying to adjust her blouse to cover her exposed cleavage, but it was an impossible task. Just then I glanced at her waist and was shocked. Before signaling anything to Bhabie I looked at the rickshaw-puller from the corner of my eyes to see if he had noticed that. And to my utter shock I saw he was seeing that only! I could clearly make out the dirty stare from this low class person.
What I was seeing, the rickshaw-puller was also eyeing that!
Actually Bhabie had rotated the knot tying spot of her petticoat to her right left side. We women who wears sari on a regular basis often follow this practice just to feel at ease, because sometimes when we are not wearing a panty and had opened our sari, the petticoat slit actually exposes our pussy and the pubic hairs. Hence if we just turn the petticoat and tie the knot to a side, the feeling is more secure. Sunita Bhabie also had done that, but now her red-colored panty was clearly visible from the side through her petticoat slit! Bhabie was of course unaware of that and was offering a very sexy view to that low class rickshaw-puller.
We all started walking towards the waters and I elbowed Bhabie and indicated about her petticoat slit. She adjusted it quickly as we walked and looked decent.
Ritesh: This area is clear is more or less clear of rocks and pebbles. What do you say Anita?
Me: Yes… seems okay.
As we entered the water, we could easily perceive the current. We held each other tightly as the sea started sluicing our feet. Though the sea appeared calm, but there was a rapid undercurrent. Sunita Bhabie was in the middle amongst us and already I could sense they were inclining towards each other in the literal sense of the term.
Bhabie and myself were making all sorts of screeches, yells, and squeals as Ritesh pulled us more and more into the sea. Ritesh appeared to be a cool customer handling both of us. Ritesh suddenly left our hands and started sprinkling waters from the sea on us. And it was not a casual approach, but he seriously started to drench our upper parts. Till such time I was wet till my thighs, but now Ritesh soaked my upper part. Naturally my boobs looked more evident over my dress and the cold waters immediately made my nipples hard. I stretched my kamiz in the front to look decent. Bhabie was giggling aloud and encouraging Ritesh to wet me more!
Me: Hey… Ritesh, stop this.
Ritesh was laughing away and probably due to Bhabie’s encouragement was now throwing water heavily on me and in no time my front side was all wet. My boobs looked like two ripe guavas shinning in the sun. I was quite charged up now and reciprocated the same to Ritesh first and then turned my attention to Bhabie.
Me: Bhabie, you were enjoying a lot… eh… when he was applying water on me… now see how it feels.
I was really quite annoyed over Bhabie the way she egged on Ritesh to wet me. Ritesh and myself both attacked Bhabie and in a flash she was all soaked. Her blouse was sopping wet and her white brassiere was very much evident now.
Me: Now, how does it feel? You sl…!
I somehow controlled myself from saying the word “slut”. Bhabie was looking extremely sexy now in wet condition especially without the sari.
Ritesh: Bhabie, l-o-o-k a vulture!
Along with Bhabie I also looked up and Ritesh took that opportunity and pushed Bhabie into the waters, as she was totally unguarded for that moment. I felt really good to see Bhabie in that helpless state and Ritesh and myself both had a good laugh. Though Ritesh quickly got hold of her, otherwise the current would have pulled her more into the sea. But by that time Sunita Bhabie was totally exposed to her waist. As she fell and was completely off balanced in water, her petticoat swirled up to her waist exposing her fleshy thighs and flashing red panty for quite a while before she could cover it. Bhabie also gulped some water and was coughing and took a minute to recover.
Ritesh: Are you okay now? Hope you are not hurt?
Sunita Bhabie: No, no I am okay. Good fun.
She was still giggling though coughing again.
Ritesh: You seem to have gulped up saline water!
Sunita Bhabie: Yes, quite a bit.
Ritesh: Then I need to take that out?
Sunita Bhabie: But how?
Ritesh: Simple! Anita, close your eyes once?
Me: Why?
Ritesh: I need to pump out the water.
Me: Is there any shame left the way you have wetted us?
Sunita Bhabie: True Anita…
Ritesh: I am starting to pump then?
Sunita Bhabie: But… but how?
Ritesh: Simple! Like this… the more you pump, more water will come out…
Saying that he suddenly grabbed Bhabie’s boobs and squeezed them simultaneously. Naturally Sunita Bhabie never expected such an act from him and was caught napping and had to digest the boob squeeze.
Sunita Bhabie: You… you mischief! You rogue!
Ritesh did it in such a casual and playful mode that we all were laughing. I was trying to relate this act with last night’s drama in Bhabie’s room and I was eager to provide them more space to enjoy.
Ritesh: A-h-o-y… hey…. Come here!
He signaled to the rickshaw-puller who was standing back at the shore watching us.
Sunita Bhabie: Why are you calling him? I’m all wet…
Me: Yes, why are you calling him here?
Ritesh: Oho! You people are so anxious! I have full plans to enjoy today. He is bringing beer. It will be great fun, I bet.
Sunita Bhabie: But…
I could realize now that it was a planned thing. He had already given money to that man to get the beer bottles. I turned back and saw that the man had twirled up his lungi till his waist almost and was approaching us.
Ritesh: Bhabie, but what? He will see you in wet condition… Are you ashamed? My dear Bhabie, do you know when I came with him yesterday what did we saw here?
Sunita Bhabie: What?
Ritesh: Bhabie you are concerned that you do not look decent in this wet outfit. Right? But yesterday we saw two foreigner middle-aged ladies coming out of the sea completely topless – they were only wearing panties! He he… that too very non-existent type… From that angle Bhabie, you are so much covered… he he…
Sunita Bhabie was about to say something, but the rickshaw-puller had arrived with two bottles of beer in his hand and a big smile in his face.
Ritesh: Thanks yaar!
He stood there and was now ogling at both of us. My boobs looked very prominent in my wet kamiz and the lower part of my dress was also sticking to my thighs and ass and caused my contours to be very much unmistakable. Bhabie was in a real messy state and both males could clearly see her nipple impressions over her thin blouse. Her bra position inside the blouse – the bra strap, the cups, the hook, and the elastic band were so very discernible!
Ritesh had opened one bottle using his teeth as the bottle-opener and the rickshaw-puller also was equal to the task of opening the other. Ritesh handed the bottle to Sunita Bhabie and took the other one from him and started guzzling it. Half the bottle was empty at one go and then he handed the bottle to the rickshaw-puller.
Ritesh: You also take a sip!
Rickshaw-puller: He… he…. Sure Sahib!
Within the wink of an eye the beer bottle was empty and he threw it in water and started adjusting his lungi. He had his lungi already twirled up awfully high and now it seemed to me he would surely flash his undies to us the way he pulled up his lungi. Bhabie and myself were sharing the other beer bottle. It was local made and it was strong. Though it did not taste the best, the ambiance created a great mood in all of us. The only air of uncomfortableness for me was the presence of that low class rickshaw-puller among us.
I could realize the water was rising below my feet and I was about to tell that to Ritesh, but suddenly there was a big wave and the water level increased significantly and covered us till our waist. I could realize my panty inside my dress getting fully wet due to this wave. Bhabie appeared to be in a more messy state as the wave had completely soaked her lower portion and her wet petticoat had slid down alarmingly revealing her curvy bottom. By the time she was alert both the males could easily make out the upper edge of her red panty.
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