26-11-2020, 08:41 AM
Youth is such a precious time. I am sure many people would desire to have the sexual vigor of their early 20s and wisdom of the their 40s. Being able to mount women five times per day, and having the wisdom of Mr. Warren Buffet would be like the ultimate orgasm of one’s life! Sorry, I am going off track here. So, because I did not meet any girls who fascinated me, I started to think that I would not get lucky till I got married. Nothing was happening in life - morning to evening - office to home to gym - the routine was set. And in that routine, I never found any girl. But as I said it before too, luck presents opportunities in many ways, and mine too arrived soon.
Kajal had worked for me for about three months and in that time, we had developed a nice professional and personal relationship. She was, for all practical purposes, the lady of the house. She managed my daily life with such efficiency that I often wondered how I would ever manage to live without her expertise. I used to pay her in a random manner: sometimes I gave her more money that agreed, and at other times less. She took whatever I gave her, because in aggregate, I paid her more than what she had asked. So, we were more connected than our professional relationship. And since the time I started to take care of her son’s education, she too went beyond her job description to make life comfortable for me. She would buy vegetables, milk, and other groceries on her own accord. She always cooked a variety of tasty food and I never had to ask. Life had become good. It was about to get better.
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One evening, I developed very high fever; my body temperature had shot up to 102. That was a hell of a night. I was completely restless, with pain and fever wrenching away life out of me. I could not sleep the entire night and fell asleep only very close to the morning hours. Kajal had separate keys to my house, so when I did not open the door next morning, she let herself in. She did not suspect that I was inside the room, because usually I was out to gym doing my workouts at that hour and proceeded with her chores. But when she entered my room, she found me lying on the bed, burning with fever. Although, I could hear her speaking to me, I could not reply. I was too weak to say anything or respond to her conversation in any way. I later came to know that she went off to get medicines for me (it must have been hard and time consuming work, as most of the chemists are not open during that period in the morning and one needed to go to a 24x7 pharmacy, which was far from my house).
She came back with medicines and some light snacks and tea. She made me eat some light food. Since, I was too weak to even sit; she herself fed me, and then gave me the medicine and asked me to try to sleep. These medicines cause drowsiness, so I soon fell half asleep. I could feel her hand touching my forehead feeling for temperature. Although asleep, I could still make out the time of the day. My fever had not abated even by the afternoon. I was surprised to still see Kajal there. Perhaps she decided to be with me to take care of me.
This time she had thermometer with her with which she took my temperature. She went away only to return after about 10-15 minutes with a bucket of water and a small towel. She soaked the towel in the lukewarm water and put on my forehead. She did it for quite some time, but to no avail. What she did next shocked me. She removed my sheet to discover (and to my embarrassment) that I was naked below my waist [a small detail here - I like to go to sleep naked]. Before I could say anything, she proceeded to remove my tee-shirt. I was too surprised, and too weak to protest. Combined effects of the horror caused by being naked in front of a woman, fever, and pain, I resigned. Thankfully, my penis showed no sign of life, and remained limp to save me any further embarrassment (or who knows, if it caused more embarrassments)!
Kajal did not seem to mind my nakedness, however. She professionally set about sponging my entire body with a wet towel. I noticed, however, that she spent more time on my penis and testes holding and feeling them in her hands. She even pulled its foreskin back, to clean the insides of my glans. After this sponge treatment she gave me some more light food and juice and medicine. She did not give me any clothes to put on, and simply covered me with a fresh sheet.
The fever still did not subside. That evening Kajal remained close to me. After completing her work, she came and sat beside me, taking my head, and putting it on her lap and gently caressing my face. With my half open eyes, I looked up only to see her heaving breasts. A flash of desire appeared! Men are pigs for sure or perhaps that was only me! Even in that frightful state of pain and fever, I was thinking of sex! But to my excuse, I am completely fascinated with breasts, and could not resist the urge. It had been a long time since I had seen a real pair, and I was almost dying. I quickly thought of a plan.
Behaving as if I was unconscious of my surroundings, I started calling her as mother (pretending to call my mother) and asked her to feed me her breast milk. I am sure that she must have thought of it as a quiet unusual request, especially coming from an adult man. Not surprisingly, she was caught unawares and tried to ignore my pleas at first, but I persisted and even raised my hand to touch her breasts. Oh, the touch of her breasts at last! My miserable and pitiable state must have led her to let her guard down (thanks to the maternal instincts present in women of all ages). She may have thought to comfort me as I was under duress and physical misery, perhaps thinking that I would not remember the incidence later. She finally relented to my insistent pleas of at least five minutes and cautiously undid the buttons on her blouse, unfastened the clasp of her bra and then removed the two clothes completely to free her beautiful, nectar filled breasts.
Kajal’s breasts were nature’s marvels! From my vantage point, they appeared absolutely impressive, with reddish dark brown nipples perched proudly on top of each of the globes. To me they looked as if they were born to breastfeed on. Those breasts hung free with just the minimum degree of sag. She let me drink her sight and then gently raised my head and let me take one of the nipples in my mouth. She supported my head to lift me. As I closed my mouth around her nipple, it felt as they were meant to be inside my mouth. I sucked at her nipple - it felt to me that they were not much in use recently. Her baby was older than one year, and it is a common practice for women to start weaning their babies off by then.
Kajal had worked for me for about three months and in that time, we had developed a nice professional and personal relationship. She was, for all practical purposes, the lady of the house. She managed my daily life with such efficiency that I often wondered how I would ever manage to live without her expertise. I used to pay her in a random manner: sometimes I gave her more money that agreed, and at other times less. She took whatever I gave her, because in aggregate, I paid her more than what she had asked. So, we were more connected than our professional relationship. And since the time I started to take care of her son’s education, she too went beyond her job description to make life comfortable for me. She would buy vegetables, milk, and other groceries on her own accord. She always cooked a variety of tasty food and I never had to ask. Life had become good. It was about to get better.
******************************************************
One evening, I developed very high fever; my body temperature had shot up to 102. That was a hell of a night. I was completely restless, with pain and fever wrenching away life out of me. I could not sleep the entire night and fell asleep only very close to the morning hours. Kajal had separate keys to my house, so when I did not open the door next morning, she let herself in. She did not suspect that I was inside the room, because usually I was out to gym doing my workouts at that hour and proceeded with her chores. But when she entered my room, she found me lying on the bed, burning with fever. Although, I could hear her speaking to me, I could not reply. I was too weak to say anything or respond to her conversation in any way. I later came to know that she went off to get medicines for me (it must have been hard and time consuming work, as most of the chemists are not open during that period in the morning and one needed to go to a 24x7 pharmacy, which was far from my house).
She came back with medicines and some light snacks and tea. She made me eat some light food. Since, I was too weak to even sit; she herself fed me, and then gave me the medicine and asked me to try to sleep. These medicines cause drowsiness, so I soon fell half asleep. I could feel her hand touching my forehead feeling for temperature. Although asleep, I could still make out the time of the day. My fever had not abated even by the afternoon. I was surprised to still see Kajal there. Perhaps she decided to be with me to take care of me.
This time she had thermometer with her with which she took my temperature. She went away only to return after about 10-15 minutes with a bucket of water and a small towel. She soaked the towel in the lukewarm water and put on my forehead. She did it for quite some time, but to no avail. What she did next shocked me. She removed my sheet to discover (and to my embarrassment) that I was naked below my waist [a small detail here - I like to go to sleep naked]. Before I could say anything, she proceeded to remove my tee-shirt. I was too surprised, and too weak to protest. Combined effects of the horror caused by being naked in front of a woman, fever, and pain, I resigned. Thankfully, my penis showed no sign of life, and remained limp to save me any further embarrassment (or who knows, if it caused more embarrassments)!
Kajal did not seem to mind my nakedness, however. She professionally set about sponging my entire body with a wet towel. I noticed, however, that she spent more time on my penis and testes holding and feeling them in her hands. She even pulled its foreskin back, to clean the insides of my glans. After this sponge treatment she gave me some more light food and juice and medicine. She did not give me any clothes to put on, and simply covered me with a fresh sheet.
The fever still did not subside. That evening Kajal remained close to me. After completing her work, she came and sat beside me, taking my head, and putting it on her lap and gently caressing my face. With my half open eyes, I looked up only to see her heaving breasts. A flash of desire appeared! Men are pigs for sure or perhaps that was only me! Even in that frightful state of pain and fever, I was thinking of sex! But to my excuse, I am completely fascinated with breasts, and could not resist the urge. It had been a long time since I had seen a real pair, and I was almost dying. I quickly thought of a plan.
Behaving as if I was unconscious of my surroundings, I started calling her as mother (pretending to call my mother) and asked her to feed me her breast milk. I am sure that she must have thought of it as a quiet unusual request, especially coming from an adult man. Not surprisingly, she was caught unawares and tried to ignore my pleas at first, but I persisted and even raised my hand to touch her breasts. Oh, the touch of her breasts at last! My miserable and pitiable state must have led her to let her guard down (thanks to the maternal instincts present in women of all ages). She may have thought to comfort me as I was under duress and physical misery, perhaps thinking that I would not remember the incidence later. She finally relented to my insistent pleas of at least five minutes and cautiously undid the buttons on her blouse, unfastened the clasp of her bra and then removed the two clothes completely to free her beautiful, nectar filled breasts.
Kajal’s breasts were nature’s marvels! From my vantage point, they appeared absolutely impressive, with reddish dark brown nipples perched proudly on top of each of the globes. To me they looked as if they were born to breastfeed on. Those breasts hung free with just the minimum degree of sag. She let me drink her sight and then gently raised my head and let me take one of the nipples in my mouth. She supported my head to lift me. As I closed my mouth around her nipple, it felt as they were meant to be inside my mouth. I sucked at her nipple - it felt to me that they were not much in use recently. Her baby was older than one year, and it is a common practice for women to start weaning their babies off by then.
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