19-12-2018, 02:48 PM
Part - 72
After a while, she asked "Bhaiyya ... that day ... when you told me that you thought I was very sexy ... why did you say that... ?" throwing me off guard once again with her line of questioning. I looked at her sharply, and saw that there was a simple uncomplicated look on her face. She was asking me a straight question, and probably expected a straight answer. I took a moment to gather my thoughts, before turning in my seat to face her.
"Look, Mini ... that day there were a lot of people at the party ... and your friend, Krutika ... was undoubtedly the prettiest girl in your group..." I began, deciding to talk straight with her. As she nodded her head, listening to me intently, I continued "But in your entire group ... you stood out ... for many reasons ... and I couldn't help but notice you..." keeping my voice steady.
As she continued to nod, I said "First of all ... I loved the way you carried yourself ... you seemed more like a grown-up than a teenager ... you exhuded a kind of sensuality that appealed to me ... your smile and your body language were flirtatious, but not overtly so ... it was sensual, without being cheap..." pausing for effect. She kept nodding her head in silence, lapping up every word that I uttered with the utmost concentration.
Realizing she was waiting for me to continue, I said "And then, let's face it ... I think you look incredibly sexy too ... you may not be the prettiest girl in the world ... but there's something undeniably sexy about you..." continuing to search her face for any signs of discomfiture. I had chosen to speak in the most ornate language possible, hopping to muddle her in the words, and I wondered if she'd caught everything I'd said.
"I noticed your clothes ... your skirt ... which was just the right length ... neither too long ... nor too short ... and I noticed the way you walked ... the way your hips moved..." I continued, pausing to clear my throat, wondering if I was doing the right thing by speaking my mind. She kept nodding, listening to me intently, neither smiling, nor showing any displeasure, patiently waiting for me to continue. "And to be frank, Mini ... I think you have an incredibly sexy body ... and so I just couldn't stop looking at you..." I finished, letting out an audible sigh in the end.
Sitting back, I smiled wanly at her, and said "So that's what it is, Mini ... I'm not sure how you have taken this ... or what you think about it ... but that's the truth ... whether you like it or not..." continuing to look into her eyes. I had expected two reactions. Either, she would slap me and storm off from there; or she would fling her arms around me, displaying a rush of passion, and fall all over me telling how flattered she was at my observations.
But to my pleasant surprise, she did neither of the two. Instead, displaying maturity that belied her tender age, she just smiled, nodded her head, and looking me straight in the eye, said "Thank you, bhaiyya..." her voice very soft. Then, without batting an eyelid, she asked me simply "Bhaiyya ... can I hug you... ?", her voice so soft, that it touched me. Taking a deep breath, I smiled at her warmly, and pulled her towards me, wrapping my arm around her shoulder once again from the back.
She leaned towards me and slid her arms around my torso, sliding her left arm behind my back, and her right one under my armpit, clutching my shoulder blades. This caused her slender, firm, dark skinned body, in that lovely dark-blue elaborately embroidered ghaagra-choli, to press against my torso. I also felt the incredible firmness of her rock-hard breasts under the choli, press against my chest, causing my cock to stiffen instantly.
Her ghunghat, pinned to the artificial bun of her hair, had slid to one side; exposing her bare back, save for the two strings that held the choli together. Placing the palm of my hand on her exposed back, I gently caressed her slender shoulder blades, wondering to myself how many girls I'd get involved with. She held on to me, her face pressed to my chest, my heartbeats reverberating in her ears, as if never wanting to let go of me. I kept waiting for her to say something to me, about me, but she never did; remaining silent all the while that she held on to me.
Part of me wanted to slide my fingers inside her choli, and fondle those incredibly hard breasts that were pressing against my chest. But I held back, not wanting to destroy the purity of the moment. After a while, I slid my left hand up to her face, and pulling her face up by the chin, said to her softly "Mini ... I think we should be going back ... or they will start wondering where we've vanished..." smiling at her, and suddenly placing a soft kiss on her forehead. She smiled a genuinely warm smile, before nodding her head silently, and pulling away.
Holding hands, we walked back to the main lawn, where the 'raas' had gotten over, and the 'daandiya' was about to start. We quickly spotted Sarla bhabhi in the crowd, who easily stood out in the predominantly young crowd, the older folks having run out of steam and retired. Her face was flushed red with the excitement and exertion, and her creamy white pretty face was dotted with sweat.
Despite being out of breath, she was still a bundle of energy, intently teaching the doting Biju, the steps of 'daandiya' played with those two wooden sticks. As we approached them, Sarla bhabhi exclaimed aloud "There you are ... I was beginning to think the two of you had eloped..." letting out a hearty laugh at her own little joke. As I grinned, she said to Mini "You know, your brother is a quick learner ... he's even managed to tire me out..." letting out a loud exaggerated breath to display her fatigue.
As we all laughed, and Biju beamed, Sarla bhabhi placed her left hand on his strong muscular shoulders, and leaning against him, said "This young man is making me feel old..." laughing and winking, even as she let her lush, soft breasts press against his elbows. I found myself smiling at how Sarla bhabhi could see easily cock-tease and arouse young lads like us. Biju, had obviously noticed that, and by the grin on his face, I could make out that this was not the first time she'd let him enjoy the feel of her lush 34-C breasts.
I wondered how big his cock had grown inside his pants, being subject to this constant cock-teasing by the sexy Sarla bhabhi. Biju was speaking excitedly to his sister in their native tongue, ostensibly telling about how much fun he'd had, when Sarla bhabhi butted in and exclaimed to Mini "Hey, what's he telling you ... is he complaining about me... ?" laughing, her eyes twinkling merrily.
Even before Mini could answer, Biju interjected saying "Oh no, aunty ... I was just telling her what an excellent dancer you are..." grinning from ear to ear, displaying his pearly white teeth contrasting sharply with his dark, sweaty complexion. "You are wonderful, aunty ... just wonderful..." he gushed, unable to control his excitement of being in the company of such a sexy middle-aged Gujarati lady. "Lucky bastard..." I thought to myself, to have enjoyed the company of such a woman, in the one week that he'd come here on a holiday.
"Where's Amisha... ?" I asked casually, looking around for her. I heard Sarla bhabhi snicker, as she pointed to a group and said "There..." a wry grin on her face. As I looked in the direction that Sarla bhabhi had pointed, I saw Amisha. She was throroughly enjoying herself in the company of Krutika, her brother, and his friend. Her ghunghat had slipped off the bun of her hair, and now hung on her shoulder, giving all who were watching an ample view of her bare back, as she twirled and danced to the tune of the 'daandiya' music.
Even to the casual observer, it was very obvious that she was all over Krutika's good-looking brother, who too was enjoying touching her exposed back on some pretext or the other, as they danced. The pretty Krutika was dancing with her brother's friend, and I saw her glance at me. However, when I caught her eye, she quickly looked away, continuing to dance with a grace that just made me crave for her.
Shaking my head, I looked at Sarla bhabhi and said with a laugh "Chalo, at least she's having a good time..." trying hard to keep the resentment from my voice. Realizing I was disappointed with Amisha, Sarla bhabhi said "So, why don't we have a good time too ... come on ... let's dance..." herding all of us in a group. Thanks to Sarla bhabhi's exhuberence, I soon forgot about Amisha and Krutika, and began to enjoy myself with the daandiya.
We had fun for the rest of the night, and worked up a good sweat, as more and more people let their hair and inhibitions down. With just about an hour left for the scheduled program to end, Amisha came up to us and called Sarla bhabhi to one side. We couldn't hear what was being spoken between them, but there was much coaxing and cajoling from Amisha's side, with Sarla bhabhi being non-committal initially, before shaking her head and agreeing to something finally.
As Amisha beamed excitedly and turned to go, she threw me a big smile, and mouthed something silently, gesticulating with her hands. Without understanding what she'd tried to convey, I just nodded and smiled politely at her. We saw her walk back to her group, and soon they wound up and began to leave. As they passed by us, waving their goodbyes to us, Krutika stepped aside for a moment and walked up to me.
Coming up to me, she smiled politely and said "We're leaving, bhaiyyaa ... my brother is taking us to another place ... it was nice to meet you today..." extending her hand to me. As I shook hands with her, I too smiled politely, and replied "Same here, Krutika ... it was nice meeting you too..." making her look at me intently for a minute, as if trying to read something, before turning and leaving.
After they left, Sarla bhabhi said "She wanted to go with them ... and spend the night at Krutika's place ... so she wanted my permission ... and also not let her mother know that she'd gone with them..." by way of explanation.
The interruption caused by their departure had broken our rhythm also, and we too decided to wind up. Moreover, all of us, with the exception of Biju, were tired too, and Sarla bhabhi was complaining that her feet were hurting too. "Have pity on me ... I'm an old lady..." she said, making a face, smiling naughtily. "Yeah ... yeah..." I laughed, chiding her. We had sat down on the cool damp grass, and Sarla bhabhi took of her sandals, and was massaging her beautifully pedicured milky white feet.
After a while, she asked "Bhaiyya ... that day ... when you told me that you thought I was very sexy ... why did you say that... ?" throwing me off guard once again with her line of questioning. I looked at her sharply, and saw that there was a simple uncomplicated look on her face. She was asking me a straight question, and probably expected a straight answer. I took a moment to gather my thoughts, before turning in my seat to face her.
"Look, Mini ... that day there were a lot of people at the party ... and your friend, Krutika ... was undoubtedly the prettiest girl in your group..." I began, deciding to talk straight with her. As she nodded her head, listening to me intently, I continued "But in your entire group ... you stood out ... for many reasons ... and I couldn't help but notice you..." keeping my voice steady.
As she continued to nod, I said "First of all ... I loved the way you carried yourself ... you seemed more like a grown-up than a teenager ... you exhuded a kind of sensuality that appealed to me ... your smile and your body language were flirtatious, but not overtly so ... it was sensual, without being cheap..." pausing for effect. She kept nodding her head in silence, lapping up every word that I uttered with the utmost concentration.
Realizing she was waiting for me to continue, I said "And then, let's face it ... I think you look incredibly sexy too ... you may not be the prettiest girl in the world ... but there's something undeniably sexy about you..." continuing to search her face for any signs of discomfiture. I had chosen to speak in the most ornate language possible, hopping to muddle her in the words, and I wondered if she'd caught everything I'd said.
"I noticed your clothes ... your skirt ... which was just the right length ... neither too long ... nor too short ... and I noticed the way you walked ... the way your hips moved..." I continued, pausing to clear my throat, wondering if I was doing the right thing by speaking my mind. She kept nodding, listening to me intently, neither smiling, nor showing any displeasure, patiently waiting for me to continue. "And to be frank, Mini ... I think you have an incredibly sexy body ... and so I just couldn't stop looking at you..." I finished, letting out an audible sigh in the end.
Sitting back, I smiled wanly at her, and said "So that's what it is, Mini ... I'm not sure how you have taken this ... or what you think about it ... but that's the truth ... whether you like it or not..." continuing to look into her eyes. I had expected two reactions. Either, she would slap me and storm off from there; or she would fling her arms around me, displaying a rush of passion, and fall all over me telling how flattered she was at my observations.
But to my pleasant surprise, she did neither of the two. Instead, displaying maturity that belied her tender age, she just smiled, nodded her head, and looking me straight in the eye, said "Thank you, bhaiyya..." her voice very soft. Then, without batting an eyelid, she asked me simply "Bhaiyya ... can I hug you... ?", her voice so soft, that it touched me. Taking a deep breath, I smiled at her warmly, and pulled her towards me, wrapping my arm around her shoulder once again from the back.
She leaned towards me and slid her arms around my torso, sliding her left arm behind my back, and her right one under my armpit, clutching my shoulder blades. This caused her slender, firm, dark skinned body, in that lovely dark-blue elaborately embroidered ghaagra-choli, to press against my torso. I also felt the incredible firmness of her rock-hard breasts under the choli, press against my chest, causing my cock to stiffen instantly.
Her ghunghat, pinned to the artificial bun of her hair, had slid to one side; exposing her bare back, save for the two strings that held the choli together. Placing the palm of my hand on her exposed back, I gently caressed her slender shoulder blades, wondering to myself how many girls I'd get involved with. She held on to me, her face pressed to my chest, my heartbeats reverberating in her ears, as if never wanting to let go of me. I kept waiting for her to say something to me, about me, but she never did; remaining silent all the while that she held on to me.
Part of me wanted to slide my fingers inside her choli, and fondle those incredibly hard breasts that were pressing against my chest. But I held back, not wanting to destroy the purity of the moment. After a while, I slid my left hand up to her face, and pulling her face up by the chin, said to her softly "Mini ... I think we should be going back ... or they will start wondering where we've vanished..." smiling at her, and suddenly placing a soft kiss on her forehead. She smiled a genuinely warm smile, before nodding her head silently, and pulling away.
Holding hands, we walked back to the main lawn, where the 'raas' had gotten over, and the 'daandiya' was about to start. We quickly spotted Sarla bhabhi in the crowd, who easily stood out in the predominantly young crowd, the older folks having run out of steam and retired. Her face was flushed red with the excitement and exertion, and her creamy white pretty face was dotted with sweat.
Despite being out of breath, she was still a bundle of energy, intently teaching the doting Biju, the steps of 'daandiya' played with those two wooden sticks. As we approached them, Sarla bhabhi exclaimed aloud "There you are ... I was beginning to think the two of you had eloped..." letting out a hearty laugh at her own little joke. As I grinned, she said to Mini "You know, your brother is a quick learner ... he's even managed to tire me out..." letting out a loud exaggerated breath to display her fatigue.
As we all laughed, and Biju beamed, Sarla bhabhi placed her left hand on his strong muscular shoulders, and leaning against him, said "This young man is making me feel old..." laughing and winking, even as she let her lush, soft breasts press against his elbows. I found myself smiling at how Sarla bhabhi could see easily cock-tease and arouse young lads like us. Biju, had obviously noticed that, and by the grin on his face, I could make out that this was not the first time she'd let him enjoy the feel of her lush 34-C breasts.
I wondered how big his cock had grown inside his pants, being subject to this constant cock-teasing by the sexy Sarla bhabhi. Biju was speaking excitedly to his sister in their native tongue, ostensibly telling about how much fun he'd had, when Sarla bhabhi butted in and exclaimed to Mini "Hey, what's he telling you ... is he complaining about me... ?" laughing, her eyes twinkling merrily.
Even before Mini could answer, Biju interjected saying "Oh no, aunty ... I was just telling her what an excellent dancer you are..." grinning from ear to ear, displaying his pearly white teeth contrasting sharply with his dark, sweaty complexion. "You are wonderful, aunty ... just wonderful..." he gushed, unable to control his excitement of being in the company of such a sexy middle-aged Gujarati lady. "Lucky bastard..." I thought to myself, to have enjoyed the company of such a woman, in the one week that he'd come here on a holiday.
"Where's Amisha... ?" I asked casually, looking around for her. I heard Sarla bhabhi snicker, as she pointed to a group and said "There..." a wry grin on her face. As I looked in the direction that Sarla bhabhi had pointed, I saw Amisha. She was throroughly enjoying herself in the company of Krutika, her brother, and his friend. Her ghunghat had slipped off the bun of her hair, and now hung on her shoulder, giving all who were watching an ample view of her bare back, as she twirled and danced to the tune of the 'daandiya' music.
Even to the casual observer, it was very obvious that she was all over Krutika's good-looking brother, who too was enjoying touching her exposed back on some pretext or the other, as they danced. The pretty Krutika was dancing with her brother's friend, and I saw her glance at me. However, when I caught her eye, she quickly looked away, continuing to dance with a grace that just made me crave for her.
Shaking my head, I looked at Sarla bhabhi and said with a laugh "Chalo, at least she's having a good time..." trying hard to keep the resentment from my voice. Realizing I was disappointed with Amisha, Sarla bhabhi said "So, why don't we have a good time too ... come on ... let's dance..." herding all of us in a group. Thanks to Sarla bhabhi's exhuberence, I soon forgot about Amisha and Krutika, and began to enjoy myself with the daandiya.
We had fun for the rest of the night, and worked up a good sweat, as more and more people let their hair and inhibitions down. With just about an hour left for the scheduled program to end, Amisha came up to us and called Sarla bhabhi to one side. We couldn't hear what was being spoken between them, but there was much coaxing and cajoling from Amisha's side, with Sarla bhabhi being non-committal initially, before shaking her head and agreeing to something finally.
As Amisha beamed excitedly and turned to go, she threw me a big smile, and mouthed something silently, gesticulating with her hands. Without understanding what she'd tried to convey, I just nodded and smiled politely at her. We saw her walk back to her group, and soon they wound up and began to leave. As they passed by us, waving their goodbyes to us, Krutika stepped aside for a moment and walked up to me.
Coming up to me, she smiled politely and said "We're leaving, bhaiyyaa ... my brother is taking us to another place ... it was nice to meet you today..." extending her hand to me. As I shook hands with her, I too smiled politely, and replied "Same here, Krutika ... it was nice meeting you too..." making her look at me intently for a minute, as if trying to read something, before turning and leaving.
After they left, Sarla bhabhi said "She wanted to go with them ... and spend the night at Krutika's place ... so she wanted my permission ... and also not let her mother know that she'd gone with them..." by way of explanation.
The interruption caused by their departure had broken our rhythm also, and we too decided to wind up. Moreover, all of us, with the exception of Biju, were tired too, and Sarla bhabhi was complaining that her feet were hurting too. "Have pity on me ... I'm an old lady..." she said, making a face, smiling naughtily. "Yeah ... yeah..." I laughed, chiding her. We had sat down on the cool damp grass, and Sarla bhabhi took of her sandals, and was massaging her beautifully pedicured milky white feet.
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