22-04-2020, 12:16 AM
Loosing Sanjana; Targeting Monika Ma'am - Part II
The chronicles were left while I was going to drop my teacher and a sexy girl on a Kinetic Honda on a winter night with the clouds threatening to open up.
We reached Monika Ma'ams house; this was the first time, that I had been to that place, it looked a modest house from the outside. She instructed me to drop Preeti safely to her house and return her Kinetic on way back. Preeti used to stay quite far from that place; in my mind and heart, I was picturing she hugging me from behind and scene building between us. Alas! That was not the case. After we dropped our teacher, there was enough seating space behind for her to sit without pressing her boobs in my back. All attempts to talk to her was in vain; as it was windy and either she was not interested or not catching what I was saying.
While returning from her house; it started to rain very heavily and I was drenched by the time I reached Monilka's place. She invited me in and gave me her husband's clothes to change into. Though the winters were just setting in; the sudden rain had made it really cold. It was then I realized that her husband was barely 5-4 and his clothes did not fit me well. Ma'am offered me Hot Tea and then all three of us sat talking. As in all small towns, power failures were common and when we were sitting and talking, power went off. And Monika Ma'am lit the candle. There I realized that I am looking at her for the first time when she was not in Saree.
She was wearing a gown. Her hair was not in the bun; which I had always seen; though not long, but they were playing on her face. In the gown her conical boobs were looking much much more inviting and enticing. She had a frail body type and stood just 5-1 or so without her sandles. Her flawless though lil dark skin was glittering in the candle light, as she was talking to her husband, who was another lecturer in the same college about something. I was enthralled or in trance, when my trance was broken by her asking me to stay back at her place, as there was no let up on the rain front. It was more of an instruction than a request or an invite.
Suddenly; I was uncomfortable in the small clothes. I had been so drenched that even my undies had been wet and when I changed into the clothes given by her husband; I had taken them out too. I felt like a gaint in front of her husband in her clothes; with shirt being too tight and payajamas; which would have been loose for her being till my ankles and tight for me. The pullover which he had given me was killing me due to it being sheath tight for me. And I was also aware of my dick rising looking her in such condition for the first time. She was not plain looking anymore; she was not my teacher; she was not someone elder to me; she was purely an object of pleasure; whom I wanted to devour. And to make things more awkward was tight payajamas without underwear. Anyone who has been in such situation would know how awkward it feels when ur dick is up and u r not wearing any payajamas.
The chronicles were left while I was going to drop my teacher and a sexy girl on a Kinetic Honda on a winter night with the clouds threatening to open up.
We reached Monika Ma'ams house; this was the first time, that I had been to that place, it looked a modest house from the outside. She instructed me to drop Preeti safely to her house and return her Kinetic on way back. Preeti used to stay quite far from that place; in my mind and heart, I was picturing she hugging me from behind and scene building between us. Alas! That was not the case. After we dropped our teacher, there was enough seating space behind for her to sit without pressing her boobs in my back. All attempts to talk to her was in vain; as it was windy and either she was not interested or not catching what I was saying.
While returning from her house; it started to rain very heavily and I was drenched by the time I reached Monilka's place. She invited me in and gave me her husband's clothes to change into. Though the winters were just setting in; the sudden rain had made it really cold. It was then I realized that her husband was barely 5-4 and his clothes did not fit me well. Ma'am offered me Hot Tea and then all three of us sat talking. As in all small towns, power failures were common and when we were sitting and talking, power went off. And Monika Ma'am lit the candle. There I realized that I am looking at her for the first time when she was not in Saree.
She was wearing a gown. Her hair was not in the bun; which I had always seen; though not long, but they were playing on her face. In the gown her conical boobs were looking much much more inviting and enticing. She had a frail body type and stood just 5-1 or so without her sandles. Her flawless though lil dark skin was glittering in the candle light, as she was talking to her husband, who was another lecturer in the same college about something. I was enthralled or in trance, when my trance was broken by her asking me to stay back at her place, as there was no let up on the rain front. It was more of an instruction than a request or an invite.
Suddenly; I was uncomfortable in the small clothes. I had been so drenched that even my undies had been wet and when I changed into the clothes given by her husband; I had taken them out too. I felt like a gaint in front of her husband in her clothes; with shirt being too tight and payajamas; which would have been loose for her being till my ankles and tight for me. The pullover which he had given me was killing me due to it being sheath tight for me. And I was also aware of my dick rising looking her in such condition for the first time. She was not plain looking anymore; she was not my teacher; she was not someone elder to me; she was purely an object of pleasure; whom I wanted to devour. And to make things more awkward was tight payajamas without underwear. Anyone who has been in such situation would know how awkward it feels when ur dick is up and u r not wearing any payajamas.
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