14-02-2019, 12:36 PM
Uday: Madam, please do not take it in the other sense that I want to touch you, so am giving this suggestion. Please.
No, not like that. See Madam, you can also understand that with the thali on your head, you cannot walk with that
injured leg. So…
I turned my face away from him. It was true that I adored Uday and I had made love to him, but currently I was
amidst a yagya process. How could I allow this now?
And I am not a little girl that he will carry me in his lap!
Am nearly 30 years old! A fully matured woman and married too!
Moreover, with my plump figure and this sexy dress - to be in the lap of a man, who was not even my husband was a
too much of an idea. But was there a way out for me? The pain is so pinpoint and acute that I was unable to take
steps now at all.
After some conflicts in my mind and more pleading and logic by Uday, I finally agreed. Agreed to what? To get onto
Uday’s lap and he would carry me the rest of the path to the ashram gate!
I tried to figure out when was it last when my husband took me in his lap and walked. It was in my honeymoon.
During our stay at the hotel, he picked me up a few times from the room balcony and carried me through the
passage to the bed. It was enjoyable no doubt, but Rajesh was very naughty – he always lifted me up in his arms
from the balcony and in the process of picking me up in his lap he invariably pulled up my nighty till my thighs and
walked to the bed. The worst part was my landing as my husband made sure that when he drop me on bed from his
lap, I land up on my gaand and my legs are in the air, thereby ensuring my full panty view for him.
The very thoughts of those days began to play as if a guitar in my mind. I tried my best to control my mind being
wayward.
Uday: Madam, let us not waste any more time…
I tried to remember if ever my husband took me in his lap in the outdoor. Hmm… once, no no, twice I was fortunate
to enjoy that. It was during an outing just back to back to my honeymoon. We went to some forest. It was a short
two-day trip. There was a small stream on the pathway for our walks and a couple of times when we crossed that,
since the place was absolutely desolate, Rajesh picked me up in his lap and crossed the stream so that my sari did
not get wet. My figure at that time obviously was also not as plump as I am now, I added significant weight on my
hips after my marriage and overall of course I have grown rounder and heavier. It was fun then, but today to get
up in Uday’s lap was making me sweat.
I indicated to Uday to pick me up. Should I close my eyes? I did not know what to do as Uday bent slightly to grip
me around my naked thighs. He embraced me with both hands just below the area where my skirt ended and in the
process his face buried in my navel. I almost shrieked in excitement and embarrassment. But before I could do
that, in one smooth jerk Uday picked me up in his lap and started walking!
Honestly, it felt incredible to be in a man’s lap after such a long time after my honeymoon and at this age. I was
quite heavy, but still Uday seemed to pick me up like a feather! I again admired in my mind the great physique he
possessed. As he walked my whole body was swaying, more so as my hands were still lifted up above my head holding
the thali there. Uday’s hands encircled me at my mid-thighs and his head was just near my waist. In a peculiar
fashion, he was also holding the lighted torch in his left hand. He was walking trying to walk at a brisk pace and my
big boobs were jiggling very sexily within my blouse as he traversed along the meandering path.
I could realize that I was slipping from his arms as we traveled and though initially he was holding me around my
mid-thigh region, now I had slid down considerably and he was actually embracing me by my gaand. The more
disturbing thing for me was that my big boobs were hanging just above his face. The situation was emerging out to
be hotter now than I expected. I could feel Uday’s hands holding me very tightly once he felt his hands were on my
firm ass flesh. And time and again I noticed he was moving his head to touch my taut blouse-covered boobs.
“Aaeeiiiiiiiiiiii!”, I mumbled within myself.
Actually I had slid down so much within his arms that he gave a jerk and lifted me up within his lap. In the process
I clearly realized my skirt getting rolled up and his stretched arm getting inside my skirt, as I did not ascend much
in his lap even after his jerk probably due to my heavy structure. The resultant was my short skirt flowed over his
embracing hands. I was naturally stiff and did not know what to do. Shall I indicate him to stop once and straighten
my skirt? But I was running short of time already.
I noticed Uday was breathing very heavily now and his head was almost constantly touching the sides of my joggling
boobs. I was trying to figure out why Uday was panting – due to my body weight or due to touching my panty under
my skirt? I quickly made up my mind that before I get carried away by his touches, I must stop him.
I indicated hammering my right elbow a couple of times on his head to stop walking and he reluctantly halted. I
could appreciably comprehend that he was pretty much excited the way he dropped me to the ground from his lap.
It was a very sluggish process and he clearly felt my panty-covered ass with his hand as he descended me down.
Since my hands were uplifted all the time it was all the more easier for him to brush his face on my boobs and it
was a clear intimate hug feeling my big boobs on his chest before he released me finally.
Though my body was definitely responding to his hot movements, I made it a point in my mind not to get distracted.
Uday: Madam, what is it? I am not tired, which you might be thinking.
I just pointed to his forehead where beads of sweat had started to appear.
Uday: Oh! This is certainly not for your weight. You are not too heavy. It’s due to…
I smiled mildly when he said, “you are not too heavy”, though my husband’s complaint for the last few months had
been that I was overweight, but at the same time he prefers and fancies my big round ass and more than handful
sized tight boobs!
Uday: …it’s due to the thali’s weight probably.
He laughed aloud breaking the deep silence of the night.
Uday: Madam, we are almost there. So we should not waste a second. We must reach by 1200 seconds as Guru-ji
specified.
I almost forgot the time-frame clause and was quickly was back to reality. I shamelessly stepped forward limping
so that he can again take me up in his lap. I closed my eyes as he lifted me again in his lap and this time Uday was
rather indecent in his approach. The first time he was cautious and held me quite high in his lap, but this time he
seemed more interested in laying a hand on my intimate parts. I could not protest to his picking me up from ground
and holding me right over skirt-covered buttocks. This time he held me in such an angle that his face was directly
pressing on my left boob as he walked. I could not open my eyes to see my compromised state. If my husband would
have seen me in this condition, he must have committed suicide!
My ‘misery’ ended in another couple of minutes as we reached the ashram gate. I was so overjoyed to see the gate,
but my joyful emotion was short-lived. As Uday entered the ashram gate with me clinging to his body rather sexily,
I found Guru-ji standing there. I was simply shocked. I never realized that he would be at the gate.
Guru-ji: Hey Anita, what happened? Are you all right? What happened Beti? Uday what’s the matter?
No, not like that. See Madam, you can also understand that with the thali on your head, you cannot walk with that
injured leg. So…
I turned my face away from him. It was true that I adored Uday and I had made love to him, but currently I was
amidst a yagya process. How could I allow this now?
And I am not a little girl that he will carry me in his lap!
Am nearly 30 years old! A fully matured woman and married too!
Moreover, with my plump figure and this sexy dress - to be in the lap of a man, who was not even my husband was a
too much of an idea. But was there a way out for me? The pain is so pinpoint and acute that I was unable to take
steps now at all.
After some conflicts in my mind and more pleading and logic by Uday, I finally agreed. Agreed to what? To get onto
Uday’s lap and he would carry me the rest of the path to the ashram gate!
I tried to figure out when was it last when my husband took me in his lap and walked. It was in my honeymoon.
During our stay at the hotel, he picked me up a few times from the room balcony and carried me through the
passage to the bed. It was enjoyable no doubt, but Rajesh was very naughty – he always lifted me up in his arms
from the balcony and in the process of picking me up in his lap he invariably pulled up my nighty till my thighs and
walked to the bed. The worst part was my landing as my husband made sure that when he drop me on bed from his
lap, I land up on my gaand and my legs are in the air, thereby ensuring my full panty view for him.
The very thoughts of those days began to play as if a guitar in my mind. I tried my best to control my mind being
wayward.
Uday: Madam, let us not waste any more time…
I tried to remember if ever my husband took me in his lap in the outdoor. Hmm… once, no no, twice I was fortunate
to enjoy that. It was during an outing just back to back to my honeymoon. We went to some forest. It was a short
two-day trip. There was a small stream on the pathway for our walks and a couple of times when we crossed that,
since the place was absolutely desolate, Rajesh picked me up in his lap and crossed the stream so that my sari did
not get wet. My figure at that time obviously was also not as plump as I am now, I added significant weight on my
hips after my marriage and overall of course I have grown rounder and heavier. It was fun then, but today to get
up in Uday’s lap was making me sweat.
I indicated to Uday to pick me up. Should I close my eyes? I did not know what to do as Uday bent slightly to grip
me around my naked thighs. He embraced me with both hands just below the area where my skirt ended and in the
process his face buried in my navel. I almost shrieked in excitement and embarrassment. But before I could do
that, in one smooth jerk Uday picked me up in his lap and started walking!
Honestly, it felt incredible to be in a man’s lap after such a long time after my honeymoon and at this age. I was
quite heavy, but still Uday seemed to pick me up like a feather! I again admired in my mind the great physique he
possessed. As he walked my whole body was swaying, more so as my hands were still lifted up above my head holding
the thali there. Uday’s hands encircled me at my mid-thighs and his head was just near my waist. In a peculiar
fashion, he was also holding the lighted torch in his left hand. He was walking trying to walk at a brisk pace and my
big boobs were jiggling very sexily within my blouse as he traversed along the meandering path.
I could realize that I was slipping from his arms as we traveled and though initially he was holding me around my
mid-thigh region, now I had slid down considerably and he was actually embracing me by my gaand. The more
disturbing thing for me was that my big boobs were hanging just above his face. The situation was emerging out to
be hotter now than I expected. I could feel Uday’s hands holding me very tightly once he felt his hands were on my
firm ass flesh. And time and again I noticed he was moving his head to touch my taut blouse-covered boobs.
“Aaeeiiiiiiiiiiii!”, I mumbled within myself.
Actually I had slid down so much within his arms that he gave a jerk and lifted me up within his lap. In the process
I clearly realized my skirt getting rolled up and his stretched arm getting inside my skirt, as I did not ascend much
in his lap even after his jerk probably due to my heavy structure. The resultant was my short skirt flowed over his
embracing hands. I was naturally stiff and did not know what to do. Shall I indicate him to stop once and straighten
my skirt? But I was running short of time already.
I noticed Uday was breathing very heavily now and his head was almost constantly touching the sides of my joggling
boobs. I was trying to figure out why Uday was panting – due to my body weight or due to touching my panty under
my skirt? I quickly made up my mind that before I get carried away by his touches, I must stop him.
I indicated hammering my right elbow a couple of times on his head to stop walking and he reluctantly halted. I
could appreciably comprehend that he was pretty much excited the way he dropped me to the ground from his lap.
It was a very sluggish process and he clearly felt my panty-covered ass with his hand as he descended me down.
Since my hands were uplifted all the time it was all the more easier for him to brush his face on my boobs and it
was a clear intimate hug feeling my big boobs on his chest before he released me finally.
Though my body was definitely responding to his hot movements, I made it a point in my mind not to get distracted.
Uday: Madam, what is it? I am not tired, which you might be thinking.
I just pointed to his forehead where beads of sweat had started to appear.
Uday: Oh! This is certainly not for your weight. You are not too heavy. It’s due to…
I smiled mildly when he said, “you are not too heavy”, though my husband’s complaint for the last few months had
been that I was overweight, but at the same time he prefers and fancies my big round ass and more than handful
sized tight boobs!
Uday: …it’s due to the thali’s weight probably.
He laughed aloud breaking the deep silence of the night.
Uday: Madam, we are almost there. So we should not waste a second. We must reach by 1200 seconds as Guru-ji
specified.
I almost forgot the time-frame clause and was quickly was back to reality. I shamelessly stepped forward limping
so that he can again take me up in his lap. I closed my eyes as he lifted me again in his lap and this time Uday was
rather indecent in his approach. The first time he was cautious and held me quite high in his lap, but this time he
seemed more interested in laying a hand on my intimate parts. I could not protest to his picking me up from ground
and holding me right over skirt-covered buttocks. This time he held me in such an angle that his face was directly
pressing on my left boob as he walked. I could not open my eyes to see my compromised state. If my husband would
have seen me in this condition, he must have committed suicide!
My ‘misery’ ended in another couple of minutes as we reached the ashram gate. I was so overjoyed to see the gate,
but my joyful emotion was short-lived. As Uday entered the ashram gate with me clinging to his body rather sexily,
I found Guru-ji standing there. I was simply shocked. I never realized that he would be at the gate.
Guru-ji: Hey Anita, what happened? Are you all right? What happened Beti? Uday what’s the matter?
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