19-12-2018, 02:45 PM
Part - 69
"Ohh, bhaiyya ... this is so nice of you..." immensely pleased at me having helped out her cousin with his wardrobe, as she automatically came to me and touched my hand. That's when she caught me looking at her chest, trying to figure out if she'd actually gotten rid of the blouse underneath, since there was no way of making it out from the front, the choli being the type which covered the entire front of her torso, including her belly.
I saw her blush and smile excitedly at the same time, as she looked up at me and whispered "Yes ... only the choli..." nodding her head excitedly. Her brother had now moved into the passage to the kitchen and was combing his hair using a mirror hung over the washbasin, and using the moment, I slid my hand around her back.
My heartbeat switched gears when I slid my hand upwards under her ghunghat, from her lower back to the upper back, and felt the skin of her bare back all the way through, except for the three strings at the back that held the choli in place.
"Lovely..." I found myself whispering back, my cock hardening almost instantly when I realized that she wore nothing else under that backless choli. I'd always wondered if and how girls managed to wear bras under these backless cholis, since I could never spot the strap of a bra at the back.
Despite her discomfiture at not having anything else underneath, I could see that she was pleased with the effect she was having on me, and a hint of a smile, with a mix of shyness and seductiveness, played on her lips. The fact that her tender young tennis ball type 32-B breasts sat absolutely firmly under the choli, with practically no sag, spoke volumes about her firm her breasts were.
Unlike Amisha, who still had a bit of baby fat on her body, Mini was the lean, firm, hard bodied type. Hearing the sounds of the bedroom door opening again, I quickly pulled my hand away from Mini's bare back, even as she too hastily pulled away. "How do I look, bhaiyyaa... !!!" I heard Amisha exclaim, as she came bustling out of the room, her pretty angular face beaming with pride.
As she stood there, pirouetting on her toes, twirling her long elaborate ghaagra, I found myself shaking my head incredulously. She too had been transformed, and looked absolutely ravishing. Sarla bhabhi had worked her magic with the make-up on Amisha too, and she looked every bit the delicious Gujarati teenage girl, resplendent in her traditional attire.
Even as Mini watched, somewhat bemused at Amisha's exuberance, Amisha came trotting to me, and clutched both my hands excitedly. "Ohh, aunty is so wonderful ... I am so happy ... so happy..." she exclaimed excitedly, jumping up and down on her toes, causing her unsupported ripe young 32-C breasts under the choli to jiggle excitedly.
"I am speechless, baby..." I said, clearing my throat, continuing to soak in her beauty, even as I saw Mini smirk through the corner of my eyes. I could sense the undercurrents of rivalry between these two young teenage collegegirls, as both of them vied for my attention. But Amisha seemed oblivious to everything else, as she reached up to pull my head towards her, and whispered in my ear "Bhaiyya ... I'm not even wearing a bra..." her tone excited.
As she let go off my neck, and I straightened, I felt my cock give another appreciative twitch inside my jeans, at the uninhibited, naïve manner in which this sexy young teenager was telling me that she was not wearing anything else under her choli. Smiling broadly, displaying all her teeth, she asked again "So tell me, bhaiyya ... how do I look... ?" her eyes wide with expectation.
"You look gorgeous, baby..." I said with a smile, reaching out to pat her cheek gently, in a brotherly sort of way, which was only for the benefit of the dusky Mini who stood watching us closely. "Ohh, I know ... I know..." Amisha gushed, too excited to notice the little change in my mannerisms.
"Beta, Jignesh ... can you come in here for a minute please... ?" I heard Sarla bhabhi call out for me from the bedroom. "Excuse me, ladies..." I said with exaggerated politeness, and a wink to the two girls, causing both of them to burst into giggles. As I pushed open the bedroom door, Sarla bhabhi, who'd been waiting behind the door, quickly closed it behind me.
As she turned towards me, my breath caught in my throat, and I felt my cock give a noticeable jerk in the confines of my tight underwear. The cock-teasing milky white complexioned Sarla bhabhi looked sizzling hot and ravishing enough to eat! She'd changed into an all-black ghaagra-choli-ghunghat attire, that was intricately embroidered with tiny red triangles, which held similarly shaped tiny mirrors in place.
She looked like a much fairer, younger, and prettier version of Ila Arun, the Indian folk singer, the mascara in her eyes, and those three black dots on the cleft of her chin, standing out against the milky white complexion of her skin. She'd applied a lovely shade of lipstick on her lush lips, and wore a pair of dangling ethnic ear-rings.
Her heavily embroidered black choli had a deep round neck, that gave an enticing view of her lush cleavage, and the predominantly black color of her attire contrasted beautifully with the milky white complexion of her skin. There were only a few women who could carry off an all-black attire with such élan, and the lovely Sarla bhabhi was definitely one of them.
As I stood there gawking at her, my mouth agape, I could see that she was pleased with the effect her appearance had had on me. "I'm waiting..." she said with a teasing smile, as she batted her mascara-lined eyelashes flirtatiously. I opened my mouth to say something, but the words just caught in my throat. She had not worn the ghunghat over her head, leaving it dangling from her shoulder, and my eyes were drawn to her bosom.
Unsupported by a bra, her lovely 34-C breasts had settled down a bit on her chest, but not unduly so. On the contrary, they somehow looked a size larger than before. "Helloo..." I heard her say, pinching me good naturedly, snapping me out of reverie. Swallowing once again, I finally managed to gasp "Aunty ... you are ... you are like a dream come true ... you are the most..." unable to complete, as I just shook my head in awe of her sheer sexiness.
The attire she wore had definitely become a bit tight for her now, and it only served to accentuate the curves of her body even more. The front of her choli managed to cover most of her belly, but still left a tantalizing strip of her milky white belly uncovered just above her ghaagra. And the strings holding her choli in place at the back were tied tightly behind her back, accentuating her naturally curvy shape, where her waist flared out into full wide hips.
Taking my hand in hers, she placed it on her hips, allowing me a feel of the smooth milky white skin of her bare waist, and said "So, do I still look as good as the Sarla aunty you used to come to watch play Garba ... many years ago..." she asked in a husky whisper, a teasing smile playing on her lush lips. "Ohh, aunty ... even better ... even better..." I found myself answering hoarsely, just unable to pull my eyes away from her.
Pleased, she let go off my hand and took a step back. Straightening her shoulders, she asked me "Tell me, beta ... do my breasts look like they are sagging... ?" she asked matter of factly, eager to have my opinion. "Oh no, aunty ... not at all ... not at all ... in fact ... umm ... they look ... umm ... bigger..." I gasped, turned on immensely by the manner in which she asked me for my opinion. "Do they... ?" she asked, a hint of a smile appearing on her lips again. "Yes..." I replied, nodding.
Smiling at me knowingly, she stepped closer to me and said "The secret is bra pads..." taking my hand in hers, and placing it over her lush breasts. As she pressed my palm to her lush breasts, I realized that the reason her medium sized 34-C breasts looked a tad larger, and sat a tad firmer on her chest, was indeed on account of the bra-pads that she'd inserted into the cups of her choli. "Oh, aunty..." I groaned, squeezing her breasts through the choli, and pressing the protruding bulge of my penis to her belly. "You're going to drive all the young guys like me out there crazy tonight..." I said with a smile, making her blush with pleasure.
We were getting late for the program, and pulling myself away from her, I said "I think we better leave now, aunty ... before you drive me crazy..." winking at her naughtily, eliciting soft laughter from her. As Sarla bhabhi gathered her purse and followed me out, the two young girls crowded around her, gushing with excitement about how lovely she looked. That's when Sarla bhabhi noticed Mini's cousin, Biju, who stood there gaping at her. Smiling prettily, she said to him "Oh, you must be Mini's cousin ... hello, beta ... I'm Sarla..." extending her hand to him.
The tall, dark Biju looked like he'd been struck by lightning, and he just stood there, his thick lipped mouth slightly agape, staring at Sarla bhabhi like she was some angel from heaven. Mini nudged him with her elbows, even as Sarla bhabhi looked at him, a bemused expression on her face. "Uhh, hello, aunty..." he finally croaked, taking Sarla bhabhi's extended hand awkwardly, pronouncing 'aunty' in his thick South Indian accent so that it sounded like 'andy'.
Sarla bhabhi chuckled, as she took in this strapping, young, albeit awkward lad, even as Mini rushed in to cover for her brother's awkwardness. "You know, aunty ... Jignesh bhaiyya gave him these clothes to wear..." trying to divert her attention. "Oh, is it ... why, that's very nice of him ... they suit Biju very well..." smiling sweetly at Biju. As Biju finally shut his gaping mouth, still holding on to Sarla bhabhi's hand, she laughed and said "You can let go off my hand now, beta ... I'm not running away anywhere..." her merry eyes twinkling.
In this brief exchange, it had become evident, that Biju had been simply mesmerized by Sarla bhabhi's sexiness and beauty. The poor guy had probably never seen a woman like her at such close quarters, let alone shakes her hand. And I had also detected a gleam in Sarla bhabhi's eyes, as she subtly checked out this dark, strapping young lad, her cougar like basic instincts liking what she saw. Something in the way Sarla bhabhi looked at Biju made me feel a bit jealous.
Brushing the thoughts away from my head, I announced "Come on, let's go ... we're getting late..." clapping my hands together for attention. "Yes ... yes..." the girls chirped in unison, as we all headed out, even as Sarla bhabhi locked the door behind her. "Here, beta ... you are the designated driver for the night..." she said, extracting her car keys and handing it to me. We got into her Maruti 800, with Biju in the front passenger seat, and the three women getting into the cramped rear seat.
"Ohh, bhaiyya ... this is so nice of you..." immensely pleased at me having helped out her cousin with his wardrobe, as she automatically came to me and touched my hand. That's when she caught me looking at her chest, trying to figure out if she'd actually gotten rid of the blouse underneath, since there was no way of making it out from the front, the choli being the type which covered the entire front of her torso, including her belly.
I saw her blush and smile excitedly at the same time, as she looked up at me and whispered "Yes ... only the choli..." nodding her head excitedly. Her brother had now moved into the passage to the kitchen and was combing his hair using a mirror hung over the washbasin, and using the moment, I slid my hand around her back.
My heartbeat switched gears when I slid my hand upwards under her ghunghat, from her lower back to the upper back, and felt the skin of her bare back all the way through, except for the three strings at the back that held the choli in place.
"Lovely..." I found myself whispering back, my cock hardening almost instantly when I realized that she wore nothing else under that backless choli. I'd always wondered if and how girls managed to wear bras under these backless cholis, since I could never spot the strap of a bra at the back.
Despite her discomfiture at not having anything else underneath, I could see that she was pleased with the effect she was having on me, and a hint of a smile, with a mix of shyness and seductiveness, played on her lips. The fact that her tender young tennis ball type 32-B breasts sat absolutely firmly under the choli, with practically no sag, spoke volumes about her firm her breasts were.
Unlike Amisha, who still had a bit of baby fat on her body, Mini was the lean, firm, hard bodied type. Hearing the sounds of the bedroom door opening again, I quickly pulled my hand away from Mini's bare back, even as she too hastily pulled away. "How do I look, bhaiyyaa... !!!" I heard Amisha exclaim, as she came bustling out of the room, her pretty angular face beaming with pride.
As she stood there, pirouetting on her toes, twirling her long elaborate ghaagra, I found myself shaking my head incredulously. She too had been transformed, and looked absolutely ravishing. Sarla bhabhi had worked her magic with the make-up on Amisha too, and she looked every bit the delicious Gujarati teenage girl, resplendent in her traditional attire.
Even as Mini watched, somewhat bemused at Amisha's exuberance, Amisha came trotting to me, and clutched both my hands excitedly. "Ohh, aunty is so wonderful ... I am so happy ... so happy..." she exclaimed excitedly, jumping up and down on her toes, causing her unsupported ripe young 32-C breasts under the choli to jiggle excitedly.
"I am speechless, baby..." I said, clearing my throat, continuing to soak in her beauty, even as I saw Mini smirk through the corner of my eyes. I could sense the undercurrents of rivalry between these two young teenage collegegirls, as both of them vied for my attention. But Amisha seemed oblivious to everything else, as she reached up to pull my head towards her, and whispered in my ear "Bhaiyya ... I'm not even wearing a bra..." her tone excited.
As she let go off my neck, and I straightened, I felt my cock give another appreciative twitch inside my jeans, at the uninhibited, naïve manner in which this sexy young teenager was telling me that she was not wearing anything else under her choli. Smiling broadly, displaying all her teeth, she asked again "So tell me, bhaiyya ... how do I look... ?" her eyes wide with expectation.
"You look gorgeous, baby..." I said with a smile, reaching out to pat her cheek gently, in a brotherly sort of way, which was only for the benefit of the dusky Mini who stood watching us closely. "Ohh, I know ... I know..." Amisha gushed, too excited to notice the little change in my mannerisms.
"Beta, Jignesh ... can you come in here for a minute please... ?" I heard Sarla bhabhi call out for me from the bedroom. "Excuse me, ladies..." I said with exaggerated politeness, and a wink to the two girls, causing both of them to burst into giggles. As I pushed open the bedroom door, Sarla bhabhi, who'd been waiting behind the door, quickly closed it behind me.
As she turned towards me, my breath caught in my throat, and I felt my cock give a noticeable jerk in the confines of my tight underwear. The cock-teasing milky white complexioned Sarla bhabhi looked sizzling hot and ravishing enough to eat! She'd changed into an all-black ghaagra-choli-ghunghat attire, that was intricately embroidered with tiny red triangles, which held similarly shaped tiny mirrors in place.
She looked like a much fairer, younger, and prettier version of Ila Arun, the Indian folk singer, the mascara in her eyes, and those three black dots on the cleft of her chin, standing out against the milky white complexion of her skin. She'd applied a lovely shade of lipstick on her lush lips, and wore a pair of dangling ethnic ear-rings.
Her heavily embroidered black choli had a deep round neck, that gave an enticing view of her lush cleavage, and the predominantly black color of her attire contrasted beautifully with the milky white complexion of her skin. There were only a few women who could carry off an all-black attire with such élan, and the lovely Sarla bhabhi was definitely one of them.
As I stood there gawking at her, my mouth agape, I could see that she was pleased with the effect her appearance had had on me. "I'm waiting..." she said with a teasing smile, as she batted her mascara-lined eyelashes flirtatiously. I opened my mouth to say something, but the words just caught in my throat. She had not worn the ghunghat over her head, leaving it dangling from her shoulder, and my eyes were drawn to her bosom.
Unsupported by a bra, her lovely 34-C breasts had settled down a bit on her chest, but not unduly so. On the contrary, they somehow looked a size larger than before. "Helloo..." I heard her say, pinching me good naturedly, snapping me out of reverie. Swallowing once again, I finally managed to gasp "Aunty ... you are ... you are like a dream come true ... you are the most..." unable to complete, as I just shook my head in awe of her sheer sexiness.
The attire she wore had definitely become a bit tight for her now, and it only served to accentuate the curves of her body even more. The front of her choli managed to cover most of her belly, but still left a tantalizing strip of her milky white belly uncovered just above her ghaagra. And the strings holding her choli in place at the back were tied tightly behind her back, accentuating her naturally curvy shape, where her waist flared out into full wide hips.
Taking my hand in hers, she placed it on her hips, allowing me a feel of the smooth milky white skin of her bare waist, and said "So, do I still look as good as the Sarla aunty you used to come to watch play Garba ... many years ago..." she asked in a husky whisper, a teasing smile playing on her lush lips. "Ohh, aunty ... even better ... even better..." I found myself answering hoarsely, just unable to pull my eyes away from her.
Pleased, she let go off my hand and took a step back. Straightening her shoulders, she asked me "Tell me, beta ... do my breasts look like they are sagging... ?" she asked matter of factly, eager to have my opinion. "Oh no, aunty ... not at all ... not at all ... in fact ... umm ... they look ... umm ... bigger..." I gasped, turned on immensely by the manner in which she asked me for my opinion. "Do they... ?" she asked, a hint of a smile appearing on her lips again. "Yes..." I replied, nodding.
Smiling at me knowingly, she stepped closer to me and said "The secret is bra pads..." taking my hand in hers, and placing it over her lush breasts. As she pressed my palm to her lush breasts, I realized that the reason her medium sized 34-C breasts looked a tad larger, and sat a tad firmer on her chest, was indeed on account of the bra-pads that she'd inserted into the cups of her choli. "Oh, aunty..." I groaned, squeezing her breasts through the choli, and pressing the protruding bulge of my penis to her belly. "You're going to drive all the young guys like me out there crazy tonight..." I said with a smile, making her blush with pleasure.
We were getting late for the program, and pulling myself away from her, I said "I think we better leave now, aunty ... before you drive me crazy..." winking at her naughtily, eliciting soft laughter from her. As Sarla bhabhi gathered her purse and followed me out, the two young girls crowded around her, gushing with excitement about how lovely she looked. That's when Sarla bhabhi noticed Mini's cousin, Biju, who stood there gaping at her. Smiling prettily, she said to him "Oh, you must be Mini's cousin ... hello, beta ... I'm Sarla..." extending her hand to him.
The tall, dark Biju looked like he'd been struck by lightning, and he just stood there, his thick lipped mouth slightly agape, staring at Sarla bhabhi like she was some angel from heaven. Mini nudged him with her elbows, even as Sarla bhabhi looked at him, a bemused expression on her face. "Uhh, hello, aunty..." he finally croaked, taking Sarla bhabhi's extended hand awkwardly, pronouncing 'aunty' in his thick South Indian accent so that it sounded like 'andy'.
Sarla bhabhi chuckled, as she took in this strapping, young, albeit awkward lad, even as Mini rushed in to cover for her brother's awkwardness. "You know, aunty ... Jignesh bhaiyya gave him these clothes to wear..." trying to divert her attention. "Oh, is it ... why, that's very nice of him ... they suit Biju very well..." smiling sweetly at Biju. As Biju finally shut his gaping mouth, still holding on to Sarla bhabhi's hand, she laughed and said "You can let go off my hand now, beta ... I'm not running away anywhere..." her merry eyes twinkling.
In this brief exchange, it had become evident, that Biju had been simply mesmerized by Sarla bhabhi's sexiness and beauty. The poor guy had probably never seen a woman like her at such close quarters, let alone shakes her hand. And I had also detected a gleam in Sarla bhabhi's eyes, as she subtly checked out this dark, strapping young lad, her cougar like basic instincts liking what she saw. Something in the way Sarla bhabhi looked at Biju made me feel a bit jealous.
Brushing the thoughts away from my head, I announced "Come on, let's go ... we're getting late..." clapping my hands together for attention. "Yes ... yes..." the girls chirped in unison, as we all headed out, even as Sarla bhabhi locked the door behind her. "Here, beta ... you are the designated driver for the night..." she said, extracting her car keys and handing it to me. We got into her Maruti 800, with Biju in the front passenger seat, and the three women getting into the cramped rear seat.
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