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KAJAL AGARWAL'S TRIBAL EXPERIENCE (Contd.)

Kajal stepped out of the caravan and walked straight to the director’s seat. As usual, the men working there turned to glance at her when she walked. Their eyes feasted upon her exposed curvy hip and breasts over her dress. She didn’t mind. She kept walking and reached the director.

“Sir?”

The director turned to her. “Hey! You’re…finished?” he asked, wide-eyed in surprise.

“Yes, sir.”

“This fast? What did you do to him to finish so fast?”

Kajal stayed silent.

The director smiled. “So, can we go for the next shot? Is the hero ready now?”

Kajal took a deep breath. “Sir, I want to take a break. I’ll report for shooting tomorrow. I want the day off. I’m really sorry.”

The director looked taken aback for a moment. Then, he agreed. He signalled his assistants and the rest of the crew to pack up. Kajal Agarwal breathed out a sigh of relief. She was worried that the director might get angry at her. Very few directors in the film industry were accommodating. Most of them were rude men. She was surprised that this debutant director was so friendly and understanding. He hadn’t even asked her why she needed to take the day off.

Everyone started to pack the equipment and cameras. Kajal walked towards the edge of the forest and looked at the trees. The air was a chilly but pleasant. Yet, it couldn’t put her at ease. The taste of the hero’s penis was still fresh in her mouth and she could do nothing to make it go away. She hated sucking his little cock but she had no other choice. The fact that she had to do it every now and then made her feel worse.

She decided to take a walk into the forest.

Signalling to her make-up woman that she is going for a walk, Kajal walked into the woods, alone. She kept walking, feeling the twigs crack beneath her feet as she stepped on them. At times, she had to lift her skirt up a bit and jump over tiny branches, but she kept going. The chilly forest air was giving her goosebumps. In fact, her nipples were hardening beneath her top.

Hugging herself for warmth, Kajal walked on. Deeper and deeper into the woods.

She came across a huge branch in front of her. She knew she couldn’t just jump over it. There was no other way to get past the branch too. She would have to climb it.

Kajal pulled her skirt upto her thigh and started climbing over the branch, holding the nearby tree for support. Carefully, she placed her foot one above other and tried to get to the other side. As she stretched her legs, a smaller branch caught her right in the panty.

She tried to move her legs and keep going, hoping the branch would let go of her. It didn’t

Her panty tore…

“Fuck!” Kajal screamed out into the air.

She disentangled herself from the branch and got to the other side. Looking down, she realised that her panty was torn and beyond help. To avoid the discomfort, she reached down and pulled down her panty, removing it. Lifting her legs, she took off the panty and looked at it.

Her blue panty with a red border was torn completely. She couldn’t wear it ever again. She would have to ask the costumer for something else.

Swearing to herself, she threw the panty right into the branch that had blocked her way.

“Keep that as your souvenir, fucker” she swore at the dead branch.

Breathing fast and deep, she walked on. The wind in the forest whipped up inside her skirt and brushed her exposed vagina. The cool breeze felt like a man’s hand on her pink vaginal lips. Somehow, that turned her on. Her nipples became harder than before. She tried to keep walking but the chilly breeze kept stirring up her sexuality. She started to feel vaginal secretions making her wet. It was as if her body was telling her that the atmosphere and the climate was perfect for steaming hot sex.

But she had nobody to have sex with. Even at the shooting spot, there was nobody she really liked. Plus, from her experience, most men weren’t good in bed.

Evening set in and Kajal was still in the woods. She had no idea of returning back to the shooting spot or to the caravan. She wanted to spend some more time alone.

As time passed, she was getting hornier. The wind kept tickling her vagina and she stood with her legs widened, to allow more breeze to enter her skirt. It was a really wonderful feeling.

Biting her lips, she lifted her skirt a bit more and touched her pussy.

It was glistening wet.

She looked around her. There was nobody. Apart from the wind, there was dead silence in the woods. Not even birds seemed to come to this place. Certainly, there were no animals or humans in sight.

She decided that she needed to blow off some steam.

It is masturbation time, she thought to herself!

Finding a soft rocky part on the earth, Kajal sat down, leaning against a tree. Sighing to herself, she lifted her skirt up to her waist and exposed her nude, clean shaven, pink pussy to the lonely world around her...

To be continued...