14-02-2019, 12:13 PM
Mama-ji: Hmm… am also puzzled! What to do?
Me: Can it be from …. Aaah! (feverishly scratching my arms and legs)…from food Mama-ji?
Mama-ji: But… but had it been that, I should also have similar allergy. Isn’t it?
Me: Right, right! Uuuuufff! It’s itching so much! Ahhh! But you are perfectly okay! Then…
Mama-ji: You lie down… let me rub your legs… you might feel better!
Me: No.. no.. Mama-ji… you please don’t touch my legs… I will feel very… uff! (bending down and scratching my knees)…! You are so old…
Mama-ji: Oho! Just do as I say! I can see you are in so much discomfort and you are…
He virtually pushed me to the bed and started rubbing and pressing my legs from over my sari. I felt so awkward to have an elderly relative like Mama-ji massaging my feet that my face was all flushed in shyness. But the feeling of itchiness and tingling was growing in intensity and severity and I was getting restless.
Mama-ji: Shall I apply some water on the areas and see if that gives you some comfort?
Me: No, no Mama-ji, it’s okay… I can bear it.
Mama-ji initially started to rub and gently scratch my legs with his fingers from my knees downwards, but now I noted that he was moving up my well shaped legs! I was already feeling very embarrassed to have that elderly man touch my legs, but if he rubs me above my ankles that would be very indecent also.
Me: Mama-ji… I am feeling somewhat better… thanks a lot!
Mama-ji: Okay… shall I do the same for your arms also?
Me: I am doing that myself only! Ufff….
Mama-ji: But there has to be a source for this problem! How can…
Me: Urriii….! Aaah! Aaah!
Mama-ji: What happened Beti?
Me: I am…. am feeling a sense of tightness… Uffff!
Mama-ji: Tightness? Where?
I was feeling so uncomfortable that I sat up on the bed! Mama-ji had ceased to rub my legs and came forward.
Me: Aaaah! It’s a… it’s a very queer feeling… my chest …. Ohhh!
Mama-ji: (looking at my well developed matured breasts) Chest tightness? My goodness! Then it has to be something serious! Iss… my maidservant is also away… otherwise…
Me: Ahh…(still continuously scratching all over my body) What difference could she make?
Mama-ji: Arre… at least she could give you a massage on your breasts! But… what should I do? Shall I call the doctor?
I was continuously scratching my hands and upper portions of my body and was experiencing the chest tightness. The tightness though was not severe, but the uneasiness was indeed there. Something surely was happening inside me. I could not derive any linking that from where could I get such a reaction in my body!
With time things were getting very cumbersome for me as I was getting the itchy feeling on my doodh, gaand, and inside my choot also! I again lay down on the bed and was trying to make myself comfortable by rubbing my fleshy buttocks on the surface of the bed, but it hardly was giving me any relief. I had to rub and press my breasts also as to get some relief from the tightness; I knew it was looking very awkward to self-massage my breasts in front of Mama-ji, but I had no option but to do that.
Mama-ji: Where from did it suddenly shoot up? Ish! You are looking all red Bahurani!
Me: I also am unable to not make out anything Mama-ji …
Mama-ji: Nah! Let me call for a doctor… I can’t see you like this!
Mama-ji got off the bed and turned towards the door and as soon as I noticed that I immediately inserted my hand right inside my blouse and started massaging my mammaries and that way it definitely felt much better. The tightness and the itching were relieved somewhat. I quickly also rubbed and scratched my entire choot area over my sari with both hands because I surely would not get a chance to do that once Mama-ji was back. The itching had engulfed all my body and I was feeling pretty helpless.
Mama-ji was back soon.
Me: Ishhh…. Mama-ji, am really feeling very miserable giving you so much trouble… now you have to call a doc…
Mama-ji: Trouble! Huh! Bahurani, it seems you are still maintaining some distance with me and do not regard me as your…
Me (sticking my tongue out): No, no Mama-ji! It’s certainly not like that…
Mama-ji: Then where from this word “trouble” comes? Is it not my duty to do the needful for you?
I could realize from his face that Mama-ji was probably a bit hurt. Afterall he was an elderly man and I was almost his daughter’s age.
Me: Am sorry Mama-ji for my words… You have been so nice to me! Aaahh!
Mama-ji: It’s okay Bahurani! (he came down and sat near my head and kept his hand on my forehead) I have given a call to the doctor. He lives in this locality only… so should be here prompt! Dr. Desai. A young promising doctor.
Me: I see.
Mama-ji: Let me bring a chair for him. Bahurani, you please manage somehow till the doctor comes.
I nodded and as soon as Mama-ji went to the other room to bring a chair, I immediately lifted my sari off my legs and started scratching my thighs. The itching seemed to be increasing by the minute! My fair-colored naked thighs appeared reddish and I could realize the rash/irritation had engulfed my entire body. There were also one or two very prominent but tiny red spots on my smooth thighs and appeared as if a blood drop had clotted in that area. As I checked and rubbed my thighs I was time and again looking at the door to check if Mama-ji was coming back because I had lifted my sari up significantly almost to my upper thighs and my plump well-formed legs were totally exposed. Within this small time frame I quickly checked my breasts too by dropping my pallu. They appeared flushed too with one or two red dots on my upper boob flesh. I quickly inserted my right hand inside my blouse and rubbed my areolas as I was getting continuous itches there very near to my nipples. The feeling of tightness on my breasts was indeed there, but not too significant now and also the headache that I initially had had settled a bit.
As soon as I heard Mama-ji’s footsteps, I immediately lowered and straightened my sari over my legs and also adjusted my pallu so that my big-sized tits remained properly covered in front of him and the doctor. He came with a chair and as he was placing it, there was sound of doorbell ringing.
Mama-ji: That must be Dr. Desai! Wait a second Bahurani…
Me: Can it be from …. Aaah! (feverishly scratching my arms and legs)…from food Mama-ji?
Mama-ji: But… but had it been that, I should also have similar allergy. Isn’t it?
Me: Right, right! Uuuuufff! It’s itching so much! Ahhh! But you are perfectly okay! Then…
Mama-ji: You lie down… let me rub your legs… you might feel better!
Me: No.. no.. Mama-ji… you please don’t touch my legs… I will feel very… uff! (bending down and scratching my knees)…! You are so old…
Mama-ji: Oho! Just do as I say! I can see you are in so much discomfort and you are…
He virtually pushed me to the bed and started rubbing and pressing my legs from over my sari. I felt so awkward to have an elderly relative like Mama-ji massaging my feet that my face was all flushed in shyness. But the feeling of itchiness and tingling was growing in intensity and severity and I was getting restless.
Mama-ji: Shall I apply some water on the areas and see if that gives you some comfort?
Me: No, no Mama-ji, it’s okay… I can bear it.
Mama-ji initially started to rub and gently scratch my legs with his fingers from my knees downwards, but now I noted that he was moving up my well shaped legs! I was already feeling very embarrassed to have that elderly man touch my legs, but if he rubs me above my ankles that would be very indecent also.
Me: Mama-ji… I am feeling somewhat better… thanks a lot!
Mama-ji: Okay… shall I do the same for your arms also?
Me: I am doing that myself only! Ufff….
Mama-ji: But there has to be a source for this problem! How can…
Me: Urriii….! Aaah! Aaah!
Mama-ji: What happened Beti?
Me: I am…. am feeling a sense of tightness… Uffff!
Mama-ji: Tightness? Where?
I was feeling so uncomfortable that I sat up on the bed! Mama-ji had ceased to rub my legs and came forward.
Me: Aaaah! It’s a… it’s a very queer feeling… my chest …. Ohhh!
Mama-ji: (looking at my well developed matured breasts) Chest tightness? My goodness! Then it has to be something serious! Iss… my maidservant is also away… otherwise…
Me: Ahh…(still continuously scratching all over my body) What difference could she make?
Mama-ji: Arre… at least she could give you a massage on your breasts! But… what should I do? Shall I call the doctor?
I was continuously scratching my hands and upper portions of my body and was experiencing the chest tightness. The tightness though was not severe, but the uneasiness was indeed there. Something surely was happening inside me. I could not derive any linking that from where could I get such a reaction in my body!
With time things were getting very cumbersome for me as I was getting the itchy feeling on my doodh, gaand, and inside my choot also! I again lay down on the bed and was trying to make myself comfortable by rubbing my fleshy buttocks on the surface of the bed, but it hardly was giving me any relief. I had to rub and press my breasts also as to get some relief from the tightness; I knew it was looking very awkward to self-massage my breasts in front of Mama-ji, but I had no option but to do that.
Mama-ji: Where from did it suddenly shoot up? Ish! You are looking all red Bahurani!
Me: I also am unable to not make out anything Mama-ji …
Mama-ji: Nah! Let me call for a doctor… I can’t see you like this!
Mama-ji got off the bed and turned towards the door and as soon as I noticed that I immediately inserted my hand right inside my blouse and started massaging my mammaries and that way it definitely felt much better. The tightness and the itching were relieved somewhat. I quickly also rubbed and scratched my entire choot area over my sari with both hands because I surely would not get a chance to do that once Mama-ji was back. The itching had engulfed all my body and I was feeling pretty helpless.
Mama-ji was back soon.
Me: Ishhh…. Mama-ji, am really feeling very miserable giving you so much trouble… now you have to call a doc…
Mama-ji: Trouble! Huh! Bahurani, it seems you are still maintaining some distance with me and do not regard me as your…
Me (sticking my tongue out): No, no Mama-ji! It’s certainly not like that…
Mama-ji: Then where from this word “trouble” comes? Is it not my duty to do the needful for you?
I could realize from his face that Mama-ji was probably a bit hurt. Afterall he was an elderly man and I was almost his daughter’s age.
Me: Am sorry Mama-ji for my words… You have been so nice to me! Aaahh!
Mama-ji: It’s okay Bahurani! (he came down and sat near my head and kept his hand on my forehead) I have given a call to the doctor. He lives in this locality only… so should be here prompt! Dr. Desai. A young promising doctor.
Me: I see.
Mama-ji: Let me bring a chair for him. Bahurani, you please manage somehow till the doctor comes.
I nodded and as soon as Mama-ji went to the other room to bring a chair, I immediately lifted my sari off my legs and started scratching my thighs. The itching seemed to be increasing by the minute! My fair-colored naked thighs appeared reddish and I could realize the rash/irritation had engulfed my entire body. There were also one or two very prominent but tiny red spots on my smooth thighs and appeared as if a blood drop had clotted in that area. As I checked and rubbed my thighs I was time and again looking at the door to check if Mama-ji was coming back because I had lifted my sari up significantly almost to my upper thighs and my plump well-formed legs were totally exposed. Within this small time frame I quickly checked my breasts too by dropping my pallu. They appeared flushed too with one or two red dots on my upper boob flesh. I quickly inserted my right hand inside my blouse and rubbed my areolas as I was getting continuous itches there very near to my nipples. The feeling of tightness on my breasts was indeed there, but not too significant now and also the headache that I initially had had settled a bit.
As soon as I heard Mama-ji’s footsteps, I immediately lowered and straightened my sari over my legs and also adjusted my pallu so that my big-sized tits remained properly covered in front of him and the doctor. He came with a chair and as he was placing it, there was sound of doorbell ringing.
Mama-ji: That must be Dr. Desai! Wait a second Bahurani…
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