13-02-2019, 01:18 PM
Nirmal: Most women after this snan change here only Madam because if you go the room you will have to undergo certain rituals again.
Sanjeev: Nirmal is right Madam. The directive is to go to the Yoni Puja directly from Doodh Sarovar Snan. If you go to a room for changing or for using conveniences, you will have to undergo the “Sodhan Parva”.
Honestly I was in no mood to undergo anything further and was least interested to know what that “Sodhan Parva” was.
Me: No, no. I don’t want to get into anything more right now.
Sanjeev: Wise decision Madam.
Nirmal: Madam, you should not stay any longer in these wet clothes; you better get out of them quickly. You are not accustomed to the village cold.
Sanjeev: Right. Right. Madam, take this towel and cover yourself and get rid of your wet clothes.
Me: But… but I need to…
Sanjeev: You want to go to toilet once… right?
Me: Yes, yes… but how did…
Sanjeev: How did I know? Madam, I have attended so many Doodh Sarovar snan sessions… ha ha ha… I know very well what you women need after the snan.
He smiled wickedly looking at me and felt so very exposed in front of him.
Nirmal: Madam, first change your dress. Don’t stand any more wearing those wet things.
Nirmal seemed too much eager to see me change my dress in front of him. I looked around timidly for a proper cover, but none was there.
Sanjeev: Madam, don’t feel shy… I am telling you.
I thought it was useless to waste any more time on that and turned away from them and placed the towel on my chest are and took my hands below it to unhook my blouse. Both males were standing right behind me and they must have been feasting on my completely bare back as I got rid of my brassiere too.
I was wondering where to keep my wet bra and choli and Nirmal was ready to help!
Nirmal: Give those to me Madam.
As I handed over my wet upper garments to Nirmal he was very much aware that I was standing topless with just a towel cover on my big tight boobs. Just then a mild breeze started to swipe and my nipples got very much hardened getting its feel. I was feeling so tight on my boobs that I took my hands once again under the towel cover to squeeze my assets once to breathe easy. Then I quickly dried off neck, shoulder, and tits saving my dignity as much as possible.
Sanjeev: Here is the fresh set Madam.
Saying that he handed me my brassiere. I took that without turning my body and quickly got into it and felt much comforted. Then as I just completed wearing my choli, Nirmal was there with his trademark comment again!
Nirmal: Madam, you can turn towards us… It is very odd to stand like this. He he….
I was so irritated as I was still trying hard to pull up the neck of the choli to cover my amply exhibited cleavage.
Me: I am not done yet.
I said strongly as I pulled off the towel from my tits and wrapped it around my waist.
Nirmal: O… okay Madam. As you wish.
Sanjeev: Madam, what to give first? The skirt or the panty?
The question was so offensive and spoken so reluctantly that my ears got red instantly. I was also confused for the moment as I was not at all habituated wearing skirts.
Me: I mean… the skirt of course… no… err give my the pan… I mean…
Sanjeev: Ha ha… you seem o be confused Madam. Do one thing - open both your skirt and panty and then wear one by one.
Nirmal: Ha ha ha…
My whole face turned red in shame and I felt so irritated and humiliated being a married female standing like that in front of two adult males.
Me: Give the skirt…
Sanjeev readily handed me the skirt and I opened the knot of my towel at my waist and unfastened the hook of my skirt and had to wriggle my ass significantly to get it to my feet as it was sopping wet and sticking to my body. It must be a pretty energetic show to those males as I waggled my big gaand under the towel to drop down the skirt to my feet. I only knew how difficult it was to wear a panty while two men were breathing at my neck! I sighed a relief when I was fully dressed (fully!) and started wiping my thighs dry with the towel.
Nirmal and Sanjeev had come to the other side and now facing me.
Sanjeev: Now Madam, use this to wipe off your face, you will definitely feel better.
He handed me a scented handkerchief and as I mopped my face and hands, it felt very refreshing. I needed to urinate and had to tell that to these males.
Me: Sanjeev, I need to.. err I mean go to the toilet…
Sanjeev: You have to do it in the open as I said Madam…. You can go to that corner and do it.
Nirmal: Don’t worry Madam, we will stay here… Ha ha ha…
Sanjeev: He he he….
I did not know what made me smile and I did that very foolishly in front of the two and I hurried away from the spot as I was rather keenly interested to poke and scratch my vagina as it was itching to the limit! I was sure Sanjeev and Nirmal were looking at my swaying round hips inside the miniskirt, which must be looking rather sexy. I casually dragged the hem of my skirt as I walked, but to no effect as the fabric of the skirt was not stretchable at all.
As I walked down to the corner I was thinking that this was the second time that I had to sit in the open to urinate in the last few days coming to the ashram and on both occasions someone was inspecting me! I cannot think of such instances in my life at the city/town. In general I try to avoid pissing when I am out and if emergently required I still try to avoid the ladies toilets available in the markets or public places because I feel very awkward to piss in front of other girls even. The scene inside is also rather offending as each one coming and pulling up their saris shamelessly and sitting down emitting all sorts of hissing sounds. I feel very shy and uncomfortable out there in that setting. But this setting also, in the open, was equally offending, as I had to void before male eyes!
But there was no way out and my whole body was almost aching now to piss. Walking to the remotest corner possible, I raised my skirt like a schoolgirl and dragged my panty down to my knees and sat down on the grass. The hissing sound of my pissing was flouting the silence of the night and I was sure Nirmal and Sanjeev was able to hear my peeing - very, very clearly! I was feeling s-o-o-o-o-o-o, s-o-o-o-o-o-o ashamed till the last drop trickled off and I raised my panty up again.
Sanjeev: Nirmal is right Madam. The directive is to go to the Yoni Puja directly from Doodh Sarovar Snan. If you go to a room for changing or for using conveniences, you will have to undergo the “Sodhan Parva”.
Honestly I was in no mood to undergo anything further and was least interested to know what that “Sodhan Parva” was.
Me: No, no. I don’t want to get into anything more right now.
Sanjeev: Wise decision Madam.
Nirmal: Madam, you should not stay any longer in these wet clothes; you better get out of them quickly. You are not accustomed to the village cold.
Sanjeev: Right. Right. Madam, take this towel and cover yourself and get rid of your wet clothes.
Me: But… but I need to…
Sanjeev: You want to go to toilet once… right?
Me: Yes, yes… but how did…
Sanjeev: How did I know? Madam, I have attended so many Doodh Sarovar snan sessions… ha ha ha… I know very well what you women need after the snan.
He smiled wickedly looking at me and felt so very exposed in front of him.
Nirmal: Madam, first change your dress. Don’t stand any more wearing those wet things.
Nirmal seemed too much eager to see me change my dress in front of him. I looked around timidly for a proper cover, but none was there.
Sanjeev: Madam, don’t feel shy… I am telling you.
I thought it was useless to waste any more time on that and turned away from them and placed the towel on my chest are and took my hands below it to unhook my blouse. Both males were standing right behind me and they must have been feasting on my completely bare back as I got rid of my brassiere too.
I was wondering where to keep my wet bra and choli and Nirmal was ready to help!
Nirmal: Give those to me Madam.
As I handed over my wet upper garments to Nirmal he was very much aware that I was standing topless with just a towel cover on my big tight boobs. Just then a mild breeze started to swipe and my nipples got very much hardened getting its feel. I was feeling so tight on my boobs that I took my hands once again under the towel cover to squeeze my assets once to breathe easy. Then I quickly dried off neck, shoulder, and tits saving my dignity as much as possible.
Sanjeev: Here is the fresh set Madam.
Saying that he handed me my brassiere. I took that without turning my body and quickly got into it and felt much comforted. Then as I just completed wearing my choli, Nirmal was there with his trademark comment again!
Nirmal: Madam, you can turn towards us… It is very odd to stand like this. He he….
I was so irritated as I was still trying hard to pull up the neck of the choli to cover my amply exhibited cleavage.
Me: I am not done yet.
I said strongly as I pulled off the towel from my tits and wrapped it around my waist.
Nirmal: O… okay Madam. As you wish.
Sanjeev: Madam, what to give first? The skirt or the panty?
The question was so offensive and spoken so reluctantly that my ears got red instantly. I was also confused for the moment as I was not at all habituated wearing skirts.
Me: I mean… the skirt of course… no… err give my the pan… I mean…
Sanjeev: Ha ha… you seem o be confused Madam. Do one thing - open both your skirt and panty and then wear one by one.
Nirmal: Ha ha ha…
My whole face turned red in shame and I felt so irritated and humiliated being a married female standing like that in front of two adult males.
Me: Give the skirt…
Sanjeev readily handed me the skirt and I opened the knot of my towel at my waist and unfastened the hook of my skirt and had to wriggle my ass significantly to get it to my feet as it was sopping wet and sticking to my body. It must be a pretty energetic show to those males as I waggled my big gaand under the towel to drop down the skirt to my feet. I only knew how difficult it was to wear a panty while two men were breathing at my neck! I sighed a relief when I was fully dressed (fully!) and started wiping my thighs dry with the towel.
Nirmal and Sanjeev had come to the other side and now facing me.
Sanjeev: Now Madam, use this to wipe off your face, you will definitely feel better.
He handed me a scented handkerchief and as I mopped my face and hands, it felt very refreshing. I needed to urinate and had to tell that to these males.
Me: Sanjeev, I need to.. err I mean go to the toilet…
Sanjeev: You have to do it in the open as I said Madam…. You can go to that corner and do it.
Nirmal: Don’t worry Madam, we will stay here… Ha ha ha…
Sanjeev: He he he….
I did not know what made me smile and I did that very foolishly in front of the two and I hurried away from the spot as I was rather keenly interested to poke and scratch my vagina as it was itching to the limit! I was sure Sanjeev and Nirmal were looking at my swaying round hips inside the miniskirt, which must be looking rather sexy. I casually dragged the hem of my skirt as I walked, but to no effect as the fabric of the skirt was not stretchable at all.
As I walked down to the corner I was thinking that this was the second time that I had to sit in the open to urinate in the last few days coming to the ashram and on both occasions someone was inspecting me! I cannot think of such instances in my life at the city/town. In general I try to avoid pissing when I am out and if emergently required I still try to avoid the ladies toilets available in the markets or public places because I feel very awkward to piss in front of other girls even. The scene inside is also rather offending as each one coming and pulling up their saris shamelessly and sitting down emitting all sorts of hissing sounds. I feel very shy and uncomfortable out there in that setting. But this setting also, in the open, was equally offending, as I had to void before male eyes!
But there was no way out and my whole body was almost aching now to piss. Walking to the remotest corner possible, I raised my skirt like a schoolgirl and dragged my panty down to my knees and sat down on the grass. The hissing sound of my pissing was flouting the silence of the night and I was sure Nirmal and Sanjeev was able to hear my peeing - very, very clearly! I was feeling s-o-o-o-o-o-o, s-o-o-o-o-o-o ashamed till the last drop trickled off and I raised my panty up again.
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