24-05-2020, 12:57 PM
‘I call you elder sister, so out of respect I don’t look at you directly,’ he said, ‘a man from my status should not look at women like you directly.’
‘Nonsense,’ Sahana retorted, ‘there is nothing like that.’ She still had her hand on his shoulder and had a smirk on her face. Maybe she realized that Subhas-kaka, with the pretense of looking down was actually staring at her tits under her silk robe.
‘You are so kind, Didi,’ he said, looking up, ‘all the other women in the building treat me like crap. They would kill me, if I even looked at them.’
‘I am not like other women,’ she said.
‘Correct,’ he said with matter-of-factly, followed by a grin, ‘also none of them look like you, Didi. Most look ugly.’ That cheeky bastard was complementing my wife, so casually now.
Sahana upon hearing the indirect complement, laughed. ‘Okay, okay, thank you,’ she managed to say in between her laughs.
‘But still I feel shy, you are Ali-bhai’s wife and such a women, I still am not comfortable looking at you while you speak,’ he said, turning his head around to look at me, acknowledging my presence for the first time since this conversation started.
‘Uff! He does not mind and I don’t like people who don’t look at me when they talk,’ she told him a bit sternly. Now she went a few steps back and said in a calm voice, ‘you told me I look like a Bollywood actress, so, would you not like to see Bollywood actresses, if they were in front of you?’ She was clearly teasing him, testing him.
‘I would, but a Bollywood actress will not come in front of me, these Bombay heroines will not come in front of a poor man like me,’ he said, garnering sympathy. Oddly enough, he was not his usual ‘smart alec’. Maybe it was because of Sahana, men these days it seemed to lose confidence around her.
‘Okay, so to make up for that. You can look at me, stare at me, I don’t mind, and think that I am a “Bombay heroine”, okay?’ she told him. He nodded his head. ‘You know what…,‘ she continued, ‘I like it when someone tell me I look like a “Bombay heroine”.’ I did not know where she was going with this. ‘So,’ she said, ‘from now one you when you see me, you will look at me and tell me, your elder sister, that I look like a “Bombay heroine”, okay?’ laughing and even Subhas-kaka chuckled and then agreed. ‘Good,’ she said patting his back, ‘let’s get back to work.’
They got back to work. Now, after the floors were cleaned, Subhas-kaka, dressed in his lungi and T-shirt, with holes in a few places, was helping Sahana by holding onto the chair, while she was stood on it to clean top of the bookshelves. Her robe, riding up, exposed more of her slender legs, legs and ass which were so close to his face. My wife was naked under those robes, a thought which gave me an erection. Thankfully I was sat on the sofa, looking at them. Then she said, ‘this chair is rickety, Subhas-kaka, would you be kind enough to hold me steady?’
He was taken aback, unsure what to do.
‘Oho!’ she said, then asking him to give both of his hand, and she took his kept them on her hip. ‘Now hold steady.’ He turned his head and shot me a look, a look of helplessness. This was certainly a new development, as Subhas-kaka was now sure, that she was not wearing panties underneath. One thing he did was that he did not move his hand elsewhere, but held onto her waist. I was glad that he wasn’t taking any liberties, as she cleaned; his face was now directly looking at her ass, which was at his eye level. Then he started looking straight down at his feet and breathing hard. I think this was to stop him from having an erection. Any man would have gotten an erect. As I was as an angle, and they had their sides to me across the room, I saw his cock coming alive under his lungi, then his lips were moving, what seemed like he was murmuring something. He must have been praying with his eyes closed and after a moment, his semi under his lungi subsided.
‘Nonsense,’ Sahana retorted, ‘there is nothing like that.’ She still had her hand on his shoulder and had a smirk on her face. Maybe she realized that Subhas-kaka, with the pretense of looking down was actually staring at her tits under her silk robe.
‘You are so kind, Didi,’ he said, looking up, ‘all the other women in the building treat me like crap. They would kill me, if I even looked at them.’
‘I am not like other women,’ she said.
‘Correct,’ he said with matter-of-factly, followed by a grin, ‘also none of them look like you, Didi. Most look ugly.’ That cheeky bastard was complementing my wife, so casually now.
Sahana upon hearing the indirect complement, laughed. ‘Okay, okay, thank you,’ she managed to say in between her laughs.
‘But still I feel shy, you are Ali-bhai’s wife and such a women, I still am not comfortable looking at you while you speak,’ he said, turning his head around to look at me, acknowledging my presence for the first time since this conversation started.
‘Uff! He does not mind and I don’t like people who don’t look at me when they talk,’ she told him a bit sternly. Now she went a few steps back and said in a calm voice, ‘you told me I look like a Bollywood actress, so, would you not like to see Bollywood actresses, if they were in front of you?’ She was clearly teasing him, testing him.
‘I would, but a Bollywood actress will not come in front of me, these Bombay heroines will not come in front of a poor man like me,’ he said, garnering sympathy. Oddly enough, he was not his usual ‘smart alec’. Maybe it was because of Sahana, men these days it seemed to lose confidence around her.
‘Okay, so to make up for that. You can look at me, stare at me, I don’t mind, and think that I am a “Bombay heroine”, okay?’ she told him. He nodded his head. ‘You know what…,‘ she continued, ‘I like it when someone tell me I look like a “Bombay heroine”.’ I did not know where she was going with this. ‘So,’ she said, ‘from now one you when you see me, you will look at me and tell me, your elder sister, that I look like a “Bombay heroine”, okay?’ laughing and even Subhas-kaka chuckled and then agreed. ‘Good,’ she said patting his back, ‘let’s get back to work.’
They got back to work. Now, after the floors were cleaned, Subhas-kaka, dressed in his lungi and T-shirt, with holes in a few places, was helping Sahana by holding onto the chair, while she was stood on it to clean top of the bookshelves. Her robe, riding up, exposed more of her slender legs, legs and ass which were so close to his face. My wife was naked under those robes, a thought which gave me an erection. Thankfully I was sat on the sofa, looking at them. Then she said, ‘this chair is rickety, Subhas-kaka, would you be kind enough to hold me steady?’
He was taken aback, unsure what to do.
‘Oho!’ she said, then asking him to give both of his hand, and she took his kept them on her hip. ‘Now hold steady.’ He turned his head and shot me a look, a look of helplessness. This was certainly a new development, as Subhas-kaka was now sure, that she was not wearing panties underneath. One thing he did was that he did not move his hand elsewhere, but held onto her waist. I was glad that he wasn’t taking any liberties, as she cleaned; his face was now directly looking at her ass, which was at his eye level. Then he started looking straight down at his feet and breathing hard. I think this was to stop him from having an erection. Any man would have gotten an erect. As I was as an angle, and they had their sides to me across the room, I saw his cock coming alive under his lungi, then his lips were moving, what seemed like he was murmuring something. He must have been praying with his eyes closed and after a moment, his semi under his lungi subsided.
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