19-12-2018, 02:47 PM
Part - 70
I felt like a shepherd taking his flock to the pastures, listening to the excited chatter of the girls behind, and the intermitten lilting, teasing laugh of the luscious Sarla bhabhi. Soon, we reached the Club, and as I stopped the car at our designated spot in the parking lot, everyone scrambled out, eager to go to where the Garba program was being held in the club's sprawling lush green lawn.
As we walked inside, the girls chattering excitedly with Sarla bhabhi, Biju fell into step with me. "Have you ever attended a Garba program... ?" I asked him, simply to make him feel at ease. "No, never ... this is my first time..." he replied, his eyes taking in the decorations all around the Club. The best thing about Navaratri programs at our club was that since entry was only by invitation, one never had to deal with the crowds that thronged most Garba venues. Moreover, the crowd was much better, since only members, and their invitees could come.
As we entered the sprawling lawn, which was lit up like a Christams tree, the 'Aarti', a mandatory prayer before the dancing started, was going on. I met quite a few of our family friends, all of whom politely inquired about my parents, and moved on after giving me the mandatory invitation to their houses for lunch or dinner. We stood there in the lawn, waiting for the prayer to get over, and I noticed that Sarla bhabhi was lavishing a fair bit of attention on Biju; laughing and joking with him, trying to get him to talk.
Mini too hung stood by her cousin's side, trying to help out her shy cousin brother wherever required. Taking the opportunity, Amisha came up to my left side, and sliding up close to me, slipped her fingers through mine. Brushing her young, firm breasts against my upper arm, she said softly "Bhaiyya ... I never said thank you for bringing us here..." continuing to look at the people gathered in the lawn.
Squeezing her fingers gently, I replied "You don't have to, baby ... you know how much I like being with you..." bringing a pleased smile to her lips. Pressing herself to my side, she said "And bhaiyya ... you are looking very handsome today ... very sexy..." letting me get a good feel of her ripe young teenage breasts under her thick choli. Slipping my fingers out of hers, I slid my hand to her back under her ghunghat, and caressing her smooth bare back, I replied "You too, baby ... you too..." relishing the feel of her smooth untarnished skin.
The 'aarti' done with, an announcer came on stage, and introduced the band which was going to play tonight, eliciting loud cheers from the small crowd, as they were a popular group, comprising of two girls, Preeti & Pinki; who'd taken the Garba song scene by storm in Gujarat. As the band started to play, people formed their own small groups, and began to dance and sway to the Garba music, the tempo being slow to start with.
"Come bhaiyya ... let's also start..." Amisha said, tugging at my hand. I saw Sarla bhabhi also dragging the poor Biju by his hand, coaxing him to join us. "Oh, don't you worry, my son ... I will teach you how to dance..." she said to him with a smile, even as Mini looked on with a bemused expression.
One of the main reasons I hated going for Garba, was the fact that I was born with two left feet, and was a terrible dancer. However, since everyone started off with the most basic style of dancing, I managed to keep up with them, beginning to enjoy watching Sarla bhabhi trying to teach the awkward young Biju the basic steps. It was evident that this strapping, young South Indian lad was completely enamored by Sarla bhabhi, and he couldn't keep his eyes away from her lush body, which swayed seductively, as she began to get into her rhythm Garba.
It was evident that she was an accomplished dancer, and despite her age, she was far more pleasing to the eye than many of the much younger girls around. I saw many guys from other groups also throwing appreciative glances at the vivacious Sarla bhabhi, who seemed to be in her elements, and was thoroughly enjoying herself. She was quick to laugh at Biju's awkward steps, but yet warm and patient with him all the same, undoubtedly enjoying the attention of everybody around.
Amisha, too was at her flirtatious best, her roving eyes constantly on the lookout to see who was watching her. Sarla bhabhi's mouth watering sexiness, coupled with the pretty Amisha's self-assured flirtatiousness, made sure our little group got a lot of attention from people around. Amisha enjoyed the attention she was getting from guys in other groups, and she was responding to their looks with surreptitious smiles of her own.
It always amazed me to see how otherwise shy girls, transformed themselves into seductresses during Garba, and the sexy Amisha was no exception. She was a natural grace that was attractive and seductive at the same time, and I found myself smiling, admiring the way she moved her body to the slow beats of the music playing. In the bright lights of the lawn, she looked incredibly desirable, the light glittering off the tiny mirrors on her ghaagra-choli.
Mini, on the other hand, was distinctly less comfortable. Though she'd learned to dance, she was nowhere near as self assured as Amisha, and I caught her glancing at me more than once. Each time I caught her looking, she'd smile, and pull her eyes away. Suddenly, I heard a voice call out behind me. Turning around, I was surprised to see who it was. It was Amisha's best friend, Krutika, who'd come up to us, accompanied by two good looking guys.
The sight of the lovely Krutika simply took my breath away, and I fell out of step, as I greeted her "Oh, hi Krutika ... what a surprise..." She looked simply stunning, in an absolutely gorgeous peacock-feather shaded ghaagra-choli, the make-up and the lights serving to accentuate the sheer gorgeousness of her pretty Barbie-doll like face. "Hi, bhaiyya..." she said with a smile that left me speechless, even as she turned to the others and greeted them.
The three college friends quickly got together, speaking all at once, excited at seeing each other so unexpectedly here. As everyone was introduced to each other, I came to know that of the two guys accompanying Krutika, one was her brother, while the other was her brother's friend. Unlike me, both of them were decked up in the traditional rabaari attire of men, looking every bit the part, and leaving me feeling somewhat under-dressed.
Upon sighting them, Amisha's face had lit up like a million-watt bulb, as she gushed "Hi Krishna..." addressing Krutika's good looking brother. They seemed to know each other, and in that instance, I realized that Amisha had a distinct crush on her best friend's handsome brother. I found myself smiling, watching Amisha's excitement, realizing that I was a fool to think that I was the only guy she was interested in.
Needless to say, Krutika's brother and his friend, were also taken in by Sarla bhabhi's exuberance and sheer gorgeousness, and I could see how much Sarla bhabhi enjoyed the company and attention of young boys. The tempo of the music had begun to pick up, and Sarla bhabhi exclaimed "Come on ... join us..." pulling Krutika's brother's friend by the hand, who grinned broadly at the attention she was paying to him. Both the guys were accomplished dancers, as was the lovely Krutika, and as the steps began to get more complex, I found myself out of sync more often than not. All the same, I was enjoying the sight of the young bodies of these three teenage girls swaying to the music, their firm breasts jiggling enticingly under their cholis, and their laughter and giggles ringing in my ears.
We soon formed pairs, dancing side by side in a row, with Amisha pairing up with Krutika's brother, Krutika herself pairing up with her brother's good looking friend, Sarla bhabhi making sure the dark-skinned Biju was with her, and Mini with me. As the steps started to become more elaborate and complicated, I glanced at Mini, who was also trying gamely to keep up, and made a face, trying to convey to her that I was out my depths here. She smiled warmly, and mouthed silently "Me too..." nodding her head at me.
We were all beginning to dance with gusto now, and despite the cool October night, I could see beads of sweat forming on everyone's face. It was an incredible sight watching the luscious Sarla bhabhi letting down her hair, her lovely 34-C breasts supported by those pads inside, swaying enticingly. Despite the joy and fun-filled atmosphere, and some fantastic music being played by the band, I felt my cock hardening inside my jeans watching Sarla bhabhi dance.
Feigning clumsiness and tiredness, I excused myself saying "OK ... I need a break ... I am tired ... and thirsty..." eliciting groans and protests from everyone in the group except the hot young Mini, who just smiled at me knowingly. Even Biju, who despite being all over the place with his amateur efforts, tried to hold me back, grinning broadly as he tried his best to follow Sarla bhabhi's steps.
Shaking my head with a laugh, I stepped out of line and began to walk towards the main building. "Wait, bhaiyya ... I'm also coming..." I heard Mini call out to me from behind, as she too quickly got out of line, and trotted up to me on her toes. Smiling at her, I said "I'm no good at this..." wiping the sweat off my forehead. "Oh, don't say that ... you're the best..." she said simply, throwing me glance, as if trying to say how I could even say that. As we walked towards the building, she surreptitiously slid her fingers through mine, and said "How could you leave me alone with them, bhaiyya..." her lips pouting in mock hurt.
Laughing, I squeezed her fingers and replied "Oh, sweetheart ... I didn't want to ... I just thought you were enjoying it so much..." loving her for saying that. "I enjoy being with you..." she said simply, again looking at me with a smile, before adding "I came only because Amisha told me you were going to be there, bhaiyya..." leaving me speechless with the directness and simplicity of her talk.
By now, we had entered the building and reached the place where a water dispenser with disposable plastic cups had been placed for the members. As I filled a cup with water and handed it to Mini, she took it from me and said sweetly "You are so nice, bhaiyya..." tilting her dusky face to one side. She was beginning to embarrass me with her compliments, and so I said "Sweetheart, now you're beginning to make me feel emabarrassed..." smiling at her myself.
She just giggled in response, before proceeding to gulp down the water. Our thirst quenched, we walked back to the lawn, where the raas was now in full swing. Our group could not be spotted, and I presumed they'd moved away elsewhere, as it always happened when people danced with gay abandon. "Shall we go sit there... ?" I heard Mini say, as she once again slipped her fingers through mine, and pointed to spot in one corner of the lawn, a fair distance away from the center where all the people were grouped together.
I felt like a shepherd taking his flock to the pastures, listening to the excited chatter of the girls behind, and the intermitten lilting, teasing laugh of the luscious Sarla bhabhi. Soon, we reached the Club, and as I stopped the car at our designated spot in the parking lot, everyone scrambled out, eager to go to where the Garba program was being held in the club's sprawling lush green lawn.
As we walked inside, the girls chattering excitedly with Sarla bhabhi, Biju fell into step with me. "Have you ever attended a Garba program... ?" I asked him, simply to make him feel at ease. "No, never ... this is my first time..." he replied, his eyes taking in the decorations all around the Club. The best thing about Navaratri programs at our club was that since entry was only by invitation, one never had to deal with the crowds that thronged most Garba venues. Moreover, the crowd was much better, since only members, and their invitees could come.
As we entered the sprawling lawn, which was lit up like a Christams tree, the 'Aarti', a mandatory prayer before the dancing started, was going on. I met quite a few of our family friends, all of whom politely inquired about my parents, and moved on after giving me the mandatory invitation to their houses for lunch or dinner. We stood there in the lawn, waiting for the prayer to get over, and I noticed that Sarla bhabhi was lavishing a fair bit of attention on Biju; laughing and joking with him, trying to get him to talk.
Mini too hung stood by her cousin's side, trying to help out her shy cousin brother wherever required. Taking the opportunity, Amisha came up to my left side, and sliding up close to me, slipped her fingers through mine. Brushing her young, firm breasts against my upper arm, she said softly "Bhaiyya ... I never said thank you for bringing us here..." continuing to look at the people gathered in the lawn.
Squeezing her fingers gently, I replied "You don't have to, baby ... you know how much I like being with you..." bringing a pleased smile to her lips. Pressing herself to my side, she said "And bhaiyya ... you are looking very handsome today ... very sexy..." letting me get a good feel of her ripe young teenage breasts under her thick choli. Slipping my fingers out of hers, I slid my hand to her back under her ghunghat, and caressing her smooth bare back, I replied "You too, baby ... you too..." relishing the feel of her smooth untarnished skin.
The 'aarti' done with, an announcer came on stage, and introduced the band which was going to play tonight, eliciting loud cheers from the small crowd, as they were a popular group, comprising of two girls, Preeti & Pinki; who'd taken the Garba song scene by storm in Gujarat. As the band started to play, people formed their own small groups, and began to dance and sway to the Garba music, the tempo being slow to start with.
"Come bhaiyya ... let's also start..." Amisha said, tugging at my hand. I saw Sarla bhabhi also dragging the poor Biju by his hand, coaxing him to join us. "Oh, don't you worry, my son ... I will teach you how to dance..." she said to him with a smile, even as Mini looked on with a bemused expression.
One of the main reasons I hated going for Garba, was the fact that I was born with two left feet, and was a terrible dancer. However, since everyone started off with the most basic style of dancing, I managed to keep up with them, beginning to enjoy watching Sarla bhabhi trying to teach the awkward young Biju the basic steps. It was evident that this strapping, young South Indian lad was completely enamored by Sarla bhabhi, and he couldn't keep his eyes away from her lush body, which swayed seductively, as she began to get into her rhythm Garba.
It was evident that she was an accomplished dancer, and despite her age, she was far more pleasing to the eye than many of the much younger girls around. I saw many guys from other groups also throwing appreciative glances at the vivacious Sarla bhabhi, who seemed to be in her elements, and was thoroughly enjoying herself. She was quick to laugh at Biju's awkward steps, but yet warm and patient with him all the same, undoubtedly enjoying the attention of everybody around.
Amisha, too was at her flirtatious best, her roving eyes constantly on the lookout to see who was watching her. Sarla bhabhi's mouth watering sexiness, coupled with the pretty Amisha's self-assured flirtatiousness, made sure our little group got a lot of attention from people around. Amisha enjoyed the attention she was getting from guys in other groups, and she was responding to their looks with surreptitious smiles of her own.
It always amazed me to see how otherwise shy girls, transformed themselves into seductresses during Garba, and the sexy Amisha was no exception. She was a natural grace that was attractive and seductive at the same time, and I found myself smiling, admiring the way she moved her body to the slow beats of the music playing. In the bright lights of the lawn, she looked incredibly desirable, the light glittering off the tiny mirrors on her ghaagra-choli.
Mini, on the other hand, was distinctly less comfortable. Though she'd learned to dance, she was nowhere near as self assured as Amisha, and I caught her glancing at me more than once. Each time I caught her looking, she'd smile, and pull her eyes away. Suddenly, I heard a voice call out behind me. Turning around, I was surprised to see who it was. It was Amisha's best friend, Krutika, who'd come up to us, accompanied by two good looking guys.
The sight of the lovely Krutika simply took my breath away, and I fell out of step, as I greeted her "Oh, hi Krutika ... what a surprise..." She looked simply stunning, in an absolutely gorgeous peacock-feather shaded ghaagra-choli, the make-up and the lights serving to accentuate the sheer gorgeousness of her pretty Barbie-doll like face. "Hi, bhaiyya..." she said with a smile that left me speechless, even as she turned to the others and greeted them.
The three college friends quickly got together, speaking all at once, excited at seeing each other so unexpectedly here. As everyone was introduced to each other, I came to know that of the two guys accompanying Krutika, one was her brother, while the other was her brother's friend. Unlike me, both of them were decked up in the traditional rabaari attire of men, looking every bit the part, and leaving me feeling somewhat under-dressed.
Upon sighting them, Amisha's face had lit up like a million-watt bulb, as she gushed "Hi Krishna..." addressing Krutika's good looking brother. They seemed to know each other, and in that instance, I realized that Amisha had a distinct crush on her best friend's handsome brother. I found myself smiling, watching Amisha's excitement, realizing that I was a fool to think that I was the only guy she was interested in.
Needless to say, Krutika's brother and his friend, were also taken in by Sarla bhabhi's exuberance and sheer gorgeousness, and I could see how much Sarla bhabhi enjoyed the company and attention of young boys. The tempo of the music had begun to pick up, and Sarla bhabhi exclaimed "Come on ... join us..." pulling Krutika's brother's friend by the hand, who grinned broadly at the attention she was paying to him. Both the guys were accomplished dancers, as was the lovely Krutika, and as the steps began to get more complex, I found myself out of sync more often than not. All the same, I was enjoying the sight of the young bodies of these three teenage girls swaying to the music, their firm breasts jiggling enticingly under their cholis, and their laughter and giggles ringing in my ears.
We soon formed pairs, dancing side by side in a row, with Amisha pairing up with Krutika's brother, Krutika herself pairing up with her brother's good looking friend, Sarla bhabhi making sure the dark-skinned Biju was with her, and Mini with me. As the steps started to become more elaborate and complicated, I glanced at Mini, who was also trying gamely to keep up, and made a face, trying to convey to her that I was out my depths here. She smiled warmly, and mouthed silently "Me too..." nodding her head at me.
We were all beginning to dance with gusto now, and despite the cool October night, I could see beads of sweat forming on everyone's face. It was an incredible sight watching the luscious Sarla bhabhi letting down her hair, her lovely 34-C breasts supported by those pads inside, swaying enticingly. Despite the joy and fun-filled atmosphere, and some fantastic music being played by the band, I felt my cock hardening inside my jeans watching Sarla bhabhi dance.
Feigning clumsiness and tiredness, I excused myself saying "OK ... I need a break ... I am tired ... and thirsty..." eliciting groans and protests from everyone in the group except the hot young Mini, who just smiled at me knowingly. Even Biju, who despite being all over the place with his amateur efforts, tried to hold me back, grinning broadly as he tried his best to follow Sarla bhabhi's steps.
Shaking my head with a laugh, I stepped out of line and began to walk towards the main building. "Wait, bhaiyya ... I'm also coming..." I heard Mini call out to me from behind, as she too quickly got out of line, and trotted up to me on her toes. Smiling at her, I said "I'm no good at this..." wiping the sweat off my forehead. "Oh, don't say that ... you're the best..." she said simply, throwing me glance, as if trying to say how I could even say that. As we walked towards the building, she surreptitiously slid her fingers through mine, and said "How could you leave me alone with them, bhaiyya..." her lips pouting in mock hurt.
Laughing, I squeezed her fingers and replied "Oh, sweetheart ... I didn't want to ... I just thought you were enjoying it so much..." loving her for saying that. "I enjoy being with you..." she said simply, again looking at me with a smile, before adding "I came only because Amisha told me you were going to be there, bhaiyya..." leaving me speechless with the directness and simplicity of her talk.
By now, we had entered the building and reached the place where a water dispenser with disposable plastic cups had been placed for the members. As I filled a cup with water and handed it to Mini, she took it from me and said sweetly "You are so nice, bhaiyya..." tilting her dusky face to one side. She was beginning to embarrass me with her compliments, and so I said "Sweetheart, now you're beginning to make me feel emabarrassed..." smiling at her myself.
She just giggled in response, before proceeding to gulp down the water. Our thirst quenched, we walked back to the lawn, where the raas was now in full swing. Our group could not be spotted, and I presumed they'd moved away elsewhere, as it always happened when people danced with gay abandon. "Shall we go sit there... ?" I heard Mini say, as she once again slipped her fingers through mine, and pointed to spot in one corner of the lawn, a fair distance away from the center where all the people were grouped together.
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