19-12-2018, 02:49 PM
Part - 73
"Come on ... let's get something cold to drink on the way back..." I announced cheerfully, wanting to get out of that place quickly for some reason. Though I didn't want to admit it, Amisha's leaving us, coupled with Krutika's rather cool demeanour, had put me off. "OK ... help me up..." Sarla bhabhi spoke with her trademark girlish coquettishness, extending her hands to Biju. Ever ready to oblige, Biju took hold of both her hands, and pulled her up easily.
We walked towards the pathway that led outside, with Sarla bhabhi holding her sandals in her hand, allowing the dew moistened grass to soothe her aching feet. As we approached the edge of the lawn, Sarla bhabhi exclaimed "Oh, I don't feel like putting on my sandals ... I wish someone could carry me to the car..." chuckling to herself at her little joke. "Ohh, surely aunty ... I will..." Biju exclaimed, smiling broadly.
We all laughed at that, and turned to look at him, only to see that he was not smiling, and was dead serious about what he'd just said. "Oh, so cute this boy is..." Sarla bhabhi crooned, playfully pinching his cheek, making him blush. "Don't try to be so chivalrous, beta ... I am too heavy for you..." she said, playfully patting her lush wide hips, and throwing back her head to laugh in her trademark teasing fashion.
"No, I'm not joking ... I can..." Biju exclaimed, still serious, and not realizing that we were all looking at him incredulously. Before any of us could say anything, Biju effortlessly scooped the luscious 36-year old Sarla bhabhi in his hands, causing her to let out a little shriek of surprise. "Oh, my ... I can't believe this..." she squealed, even as Biju lifted her off her feet, his left arm slipping under her armpit, and his right hand under her knees.
Sarla bhabhi squealed with delight at this totally naïve South Indian teenager's simplicity, even as she clung to him with her hands clasped around his neck. "Don't drop me, OK ... or you'll have to carry me all the way to the hospital..." Sarla bhabhi managed to say between squeals of surprise, even as Biju proceeded to walk with her in his hands, leaving me looking at Mini and shaking my head incredulously.
Mini too, couldn't help but smile, as we followed them towards our car. Many people looked at curiously as we passed by, but Biju seemed totally impervious to their looks, and walked determinedly to the car, easily carrying Sarla bhabhi in his hands.
"OK ... now let me down ... let me down..." Sarla bhabhi shrieked, as we reached the car, still not able to stop giggling and laughing in his arms. "No, aunty ... your beautiful feet will get dirty..." Biju replied, speaking in dead earnest, before looking at me and requesting me to unlock the doors of the car. As I did so, and opened the rear door, he proceeded to actually place Sarla bhabhi carefully in the seat, even managing to bump his head on the door sill in the process.
"Oooh ... are you OK, beta..." Sarla bhabhi exclaimed, as we all winced hearing the sound of his head bumping against the frame of the door. "I'm fine ... no problems..." Biju said, grinning broadly like a college kid who'd just finished first in an assignment given by his teacher, even as he rubbed his forehead. Sarla bhabhi was just looking at him, a totally surprised yet fond look in her eyes, at the endearing nature of this young teenaged lad from Kerala.
We got into the car, with Mini joining me in the front, and Biju getting into the back seat by the side of Sarla bhabhi. As I drove towards a joint which I knew stayed open late, Sarla bhabhi said from the rear seat "Why don't you two stay back at my house tonight ... it's too late to go home now..." addressing Mini and Biju. As Mini and Biju exchanged glances, unsure about what to do, I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw that Sarla bhabhi had placed her hand on Biju's knee.
Though I was beginning to like this somewhat unsophisticated cousin of Mini, I still couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy at the obvious liking that Sarla bhabhi had taken to Biju. I found myself smiling at the ridiculousness of it. Here I was, fucking around with all the women and girls that I had befriended, and yet expecting a tease like Sarla bhabhi to remain dedicated to me!
Seeing that Mini and Biju were unsure about her proposition, Sarla bhabhi said "Oh, don't worry about your parents ... I will speak to them..." reaching out to touch Mini on the shoulder. As Mini glanced at me, as if wondering what I thought about it, I said "Yes, why don't we do that ... there's a PCO near the ice-cream parlor, and Sarla aunty can call up your mother from there..." smiling at Mini. "Yes, exactly..." Sarla bhabhi encouraged from the rear, even as I saw her giving Biju's thigh a squeeze in the rear view mirror.
Biju said something to his cousin sister in their native tongue, speaking animatedly, and I saw Mini nodding her head, before eventually saying "OK, aunty ... if you speak with my mother, and she agrees, then we will..." before Sarla bhabhi cut her off. "Oh, don't worry ... she will..." smiling warmly, and patting Mini's shoulder. Leaning forward, she poked me in the ribs with her fingers, and said "OK, driver sahib ... please take us to the phone booth..." laughing gaily as she saw me jump in the seat.
Amidst much laughter and general bonhomie, we reached the ice-cream parlor. As I switched off the ignition, Biju asked "Shall I carry you again, aunty..." grinning broadly, and once again amusing me with not just the way he pronounced 'aunty' as 'aandy", but also his simple, unsophisticated charm. Throwing back her pretty head, Sarla bhabhi laughed and exclaimed "Oh, no, no ... once is enough..." even as she playfully slapped him on his arm.
As I got out of the car, and was locking the door, I saw Sarla bhabhi holding Biju's arm, having hooked her arm around his elbow, undoubtedly giving him a feel of her lovely, lush, unsupported breasts under that beautiful black choli. Seeing the manner in which she had taken to him, I smiled to myself. You couldn't take away the fact that the sexy, teasing Sarla bhabhi, had this ability to cheer up everybody around, by her sheer exhuberence and vivaciousness.
Mini was waiting for me, and when I caught her glance, I said "Your cousin is a nice guy..." smiling at her warmly, and meaning what I said. "Oh ... yes ... thanks..." she managed to say, smiling herself, as we followed them towards the PCO. As expected, Sarla bhabhi made quick work of convincing Mini's mother over the phone, and soon returned to where I and Mini were waiting at the ice-cream parlor.
"Aunty is amazing..." Biju beamed at his sister, grinning from ear to ear, undoubtedly pleased that he was going to be able to spend more time with her. "See ... you have one more fan now, aunty..." I said to Sarla bhabhi with a laugh, teasing her. "Oh, it's so hot now a days ... so I need all the fans that I can get..." she said, feigning an expression of feeling hot, even as she waved her pretty manicured milky white hands in front of her face, like a fan; making all of us burst out with laughter.
The ice-cream parlor also had a counter, where 'paav-bhaaji' was sizzling on a hot 'tavaa", and the fragrance of it made my mouth water. That was when I suddenly realized that none of us had had dinner, and as I turned to look at the others, I realized that everyone was thinking of the same thing that I was. "Paav-bhaaji..." the three of us exclaimed in unison, as we burst out laughing once again, and headed towards the counter.
As we ordered that tasty dish, which is so popular in the Western parts of India, Sarla bhabhi explained to Biju, who'd obviously never tasted it, what it was all about. Soon, the steaming hot 'paav-bhaaji' arrived, and we all tucked into it hungrily. As we ate, chatting and laughing, I realized it had been a while since I'd had such a good time. I had to admit that the sexy, seductive, cock-teasing 36-year old Sarla bhabhi had a way of cheering up a group, in a manner few people could.
She kept teasing Biju on something or the other, throwing back her head to laugh heartily, in that lilting, girlish voice of hers, much to the pleasure of Biju, who was enjoying every moment of her company. After finishing our rather late dinner, and topping it up with tall glasses of 'faalooda' mixed with ice-cream, we headed back towards our car. A classic Gujarati style Navaratri night spent, we drove back home, chatting and laughing all the while.
Reaching Sarla bhabhi's house, she quickly took over the role of a host, making arrangements for all of us. "I think some of my son's night clothes will fit you..." she said to Biju, before bustling into the bedroom, which belonged to her son. As she walked, I saw Biju looking longingly at the milky white skin of her partly exposed bare back, save for the three strings that held her choli in place.
Sarla bhabhi had the kind of body which was just the right blend of fleshiness and curviness, without being overtly heavy, that teenagers like us salivated for; and the helplessly enamored Biju was no exception. Soon we heard Sarla bhabhi call out from inside the bedroom "Biju ... can you come here for a minute, beta... ?" ostensibly to get him to pick some clothes for the night from her son's wardrobe.
As Biju got up and went into the bedroom, I got up and went up to Mini, who was sitting in one of the single-seater sofas, unclasping the anklets she wore around her ankles. She'd somewhat blended into the background from the time that we'd left from the Club, and I suddenly wanted to be with her. As she saw me approach, she looked up and smiled. Perching myself on the armrest of the sofa, I said to her softly "I'm glad you decided to stay back, Mini..." smiling at her warmly. Continuing to struggle with the clasps of her anklet, bent forward, she looked sideways at me, and said "Me too, bhaiyya..." her voice soft, as she smiled.
Realizing that she was struggling with those heavy anklets of hers, I quickly slid off the armrest of the sofa, and knelt in front of her. "Ohh, no please ... it's OK, bhaiyyaa..." I heard her exclaim in surprise, as I took one of her feet in my hand, and placed it on my knee. "Allow me..." I said gallantly, smiling at her warmly, even as she blushed, both embarrassed and pleased at my gesture.
Since he had to bend her leg at the knee to rest her feet on my knee, her flowing ghaagra had ridden up, exposing her dark-skinned, shapely calves. As I located the hook & clasp that held her anklets in place, and opened the mouth of the hook to unhook it, I looked up at her and said "You have nice legs, Mini..." my fingers gently massaging the soles of her feet. Embarrassed, and yet pleased, at me handling her feet, she blushed, and instinctively reaching out to place her hand on mine, said softly "Bhaiyya ... you're very kind..." a shy smile on her face.
"Come on ... let's get something cold to drink on the way back..." I announced cheerfully, wanting to get out of that place quickly for some reason. Though I didn't want to admit it, Amisha's leaving us, coupled with Krutika's rather cool demeanour, had put me off. "OK ... help me up..." Sarla bhabhi spoke with her trademark girlish coquettishness, extending her hands to Biju. Ever ready to oblige, Biju took hold of both her hands, and pulled her up easily.
We walked towards the pathway that led outside, with Sarla bhabhi holding her sandals in her hand, allowing the dew moistened grass to soothe her aching feet. As we approached the edge of the lawn, Sarla bhabhi exclaimed "Oh, I don't feel like putting on my sandals ... I wish someone could carry me to the car..." chuckling to herself at her little joke. "Ohh, surely aunty ... I will..." Biju exclaimed, smiling broadly.
We all laughed at that, and turned to look at him, only to see that he was not smiling, and was dead serious about what he'd just said. "Oh, so cute this boy is..." Sarla bhabhi crooned, playfully pinching his cheek, making him blush. "Don't try to be so chivalrous, beta ... I am too heavy for you..." she said, playfully patting her lush wide hips, and throwing back her head to laugh in her trademark teasing fashion.
"No, I'm not joking ... I can..." Biju exclaimed, still serious, and not realizing that we were all looking at him incredulously. Before any of us could say anything, Biju effortlessly scooped the luscious 36-year old Sarla bhabhi in his hands, causing her to let out a little shriek of surprise. "Oh, my ... I can't believe this..." she squealed, even as Biju lifted her off her feet, his left arm slipping under her armpit, and his right hand under her knees.
Sarla bhabhi squealed with delight at this totally naïve South Indian teenager's simplicity, even as she clung to him with her hands clasped around his neck. "Don't drop me, OK ... or you'll have to carry me all the way to the hospital..." Sarla bhabhi managed to say between squeals of surprise, even as Biju proceeded to walk with her in his hands, leaving me looking at Mini and shaking my head incredulously.
Mini too, couldn't help but smile, as we followed them towards our car. Many people looked at curiously as we passed by, but Biju seemed totally impervious to their looks, and walked determinedly to the car, easily carrying Sarla bhabhi in his hands.
"OK ... now let me down ... let me down..." Sarla bhabhi shrieked, as we reached the car, still not able to stop giggling and laughing in his arms. "No, aunty ... your beautiful feet will get dirty..." Biju replied, speaking in dead earnest, before looking at me and requesting me to unlock the doors of the car. As I did so, and opened the rear door, he proceeded to actually place Sarla bhabhi carefully in the seat, even managing to bump his head on the door sill in the process.
"Oooh ... are you OK, beta..." Sarla bhabhi exclaimed, as we all winced hearing the sound of his head bumping against the frame of the door. "I'm fine ... no problems..." Biju said, grinning broadly like a college kid who'd just finished first in an assignment given by his teacher, even as he rubbed his forehead. Sarla bhabhi was just looking at him, a totally surprised yet fond look in her eyes, at the endearing nature of this young teenaged lad from Kerala.
We got into the car, with Mini joining me in the front, and Biju getting into the back seat by the side of Sarla bhabhi. As I drove towards a joint which I knew stayed open late, Sarla bhabhi said from the rear seat "Why don't you two stay back at my house tonight ... it's too late to go home now..." addressing Mini and Biju. As Mini and Biju exchanged glances, unsure about what to do, I glanced in the rear view mirror and saw that Sarla bhabhi had placed her hand on Biju's knee.
Though I was beginning to like this somewhat unsophisticated cousin of Mini, I still couldn't help but feel a tinge of jealousy at the obvious liking that Sarla bhabhi had taken to Biju. I found myself smiling at the ridiculousness of it. Here I was, fucking around with all the women and girls that I had befriended, and yet expecting a tease like Sarla bhabhi to remain dedicated to me!
Seeing that Mini and Biju were unsure about her proposition, Sarla bhabhi said "Oh, don't worry about your parents ... I will speak to them..." reaching out to touch Mini on the shoulder. As Mini glanced at me, as if wondering what I thought about it, I said "Yes, why don't we do that ... there's a PCO near the ice-cream parlor, and Sarla aunty can call up your mother from there..." smiling at Mini. "Yes, exactly..." Sarla bhabhi encouraged from the rear, even as I saw her giving Biju's thigh a squeeze in the rear view mirror.
Biju said something to his cousin sister in their native tongue, speaking animatedly, and I saw Mini nodding her head, before eventually saying "OK, aunty ... if you speak with my mother, and she agrees, then we will..." before Sarla bhabhi cut her off. "Oh, don't worry ... she will..." smiling warmly, and patting Mini's shoulder. Leaning forward, she poked me in the ribs with her fingers, and said "OK, driver sahib ... please take us to the phone booth..." laughing gaily as she saw me jump in the seat.
Amidst much laughter and general bonhomie, we reached the ice-cream parlor. As I switched off the ignition, Biju asked "Shall I carry you again, aunty..." grinning broadly, and once again amusing me with not just the way he pronounced 'aunty' as 'aandy", but also his simple, unsophisticated charm. Throwing back her pretty head, Sarla bhabhi laughed and exclaimed "Oh, no, no ... once is enough..." even as she playfully slapped him on his arm.
As I got out of the car, and was locking the door, I saw Sarla bhabhi holding Biju's arm, having hooked her arm around his elbow, undoubtedly giving him a feel of her lovely, lush, unsupported breasts under that beautiful black choli. Seeing the manner in which she had taken to him, I smiled to myself. You couldn't take away the fact that the sexy, teasing Sarla bhabhi, had this ability to cheer up everybody around, by her sheer exhuberence and vivaciousness.
Mini was waiting for me, and when I caught her glance, I said "Your cousin is a nice guy..." smiling at her warmly, and meaning what I said. "Oh ... yes ... thanks..." she managed to say, smiling herself, as we followed them towards the PCO. As expected, Sarla bhabhi made quick work of convincing Mini's mother over the phone, and soon returned to where I and Mini were waiting at the ice-cream parlor.
"Aunty is amazing..." Biju beamed at his sister, grinning from ear to ear, undoubtedly pleased that he was going to be able to spend more time with her. "See ... you have one more fan now, aunty..." I said to Sarla bhabhi with a laugh, teasing her. "Oh, it's so hot now a days ... so I need all the fans that I can get..." she said, feigning an expression of feeling hot, even as she waved her pretty manicured milky white hands in front of her face, like a fan; making all of us burst out with laughter.
The ice-cream parlor also had a counter, where 'paav-bhaaji' was sizzling on a hot 'tavaa", and the fragrance of it made my mouth water. That was when I suddenly realized that none of us had had dinner, and as I turned to look at the others, I realized that everyone was thinking of the same thing that I was. "Paav-bhaaji..." the three of us exclaimed in unison, as we burst out laughing once again, and headed towards the counter.
As we ordered that tasty dish, which is so popular in the Western parts of India, Sarla bhabhi explained to Biju, who'd obviously never tasted it, what it was all about. Soon, the steaming hot 'paav-bhaaji' arrived, and we all tucked into it hungrily. As we ate, chatting and laughing, I realized it had been a while since I'd had such a good time. I had to admit that the sexy, seductive, cock-teasing 36-year old Sarla bhabhi had a way of cheering up a group, in a manner few people could.
She kept teasing Biju on something or the other, throwing back her head to laugh heartily, in that lilting, girlish voice of hers, much to the pleasure of Biju, who was enjoying every moment of her company. After finishing our rather late dinner, and topping it up with tall glasses of 'faalooda' mixed with ice-cream, we headed back towards our car. A classic Gujarati style Navaratri night spent, we drove back home, chatting and laughing all the while.
Reaching Sarla bhabhi's house, she quickly took over the role of a host, making arrangements for all of us. "I think some of my son's night clothes will fit you..." she said to Biju, before bustling into the bedroom, which belonged to her son. As she walked, I saw Biju looking longingly at the milky white skin of her partly exposed bare back, save for the three strings that held her choli in place.
Sarla bhabhi had the kind of body which was just the right blend of fleshiness and curviness, without being overtly heavy, that teenagers like us salivated for; and the helplessly enamored Biju was no exception. Soon we heard Sarla bhabhi call out from inside the bedroom "Biju ... can you come here for a minute, beta... ?" ostensibly to get him to pick some clothes for the night from her son's wardrobe.
As Biju got up and went into the bedroom, I got up and went up to Mini, who was sitting in one of the single-seater sofas, unclasping the anklets she wore around her ankles. She'd somewhat blended into the background from the time that we'd left from the Club, and I suddenly wanted to be with her. As she saw me approach, she looked up and smiled. Perching myself on the armrest of the sofa, I said to her softly "I'm glad you decided to stay back, Mini..." smiling at her warmly. Continuing to struggle with the clasps of her anklet, bent forward, she looked sideways at me, and said "Me too, bhaiyya..." her voice soft, as she smiled.
Realizing that she was struggling with those heavy anklets of hers, I quickly slid off the armrest of the sofa, and knelt in front of her. "Ohh, no please ... it's OK, bhaiyyaa..." I heard her exclaim in surprise, as I took one of her feet in my hand, and placed it on my knee. "Allow me..." I said gallantly, smiling at her warmly, even as she blushed, both embarrassed and pleased at my gesture.
Since he had to bend her leg at the knee to rest her feet on my knee, her flowing ghaagra had ridden up, exposing her dark-skinned, shapely calves. As I located the hook & clasp that held her anklets in place, and opened the mouth of the hook to unhook it, I looked up at her and said "You have nice legs, Mini..." my fingers gently massaging the soles of her feet. Embarrassed, and yet pleased, at me handling her feet, she blushed, and instinctively reaching out to place her hand on mine, said softly "Bhaiyya ... you're very kind..." a shy smile on her face.
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