20-12-2018, 03:14 PM
(This post was last modified: 20-01-2019, 09:26 PM by Ramesh_Rocky.)
"What about me?" Bela said, breathing fire.
"Well, what will people say...about a young woman from a nice family getting involved with some old servant. How will your parents find a nice groom for you?" he said.
"Me getting involved? I have done nothing wrong!" Bela shot back.
"Yes, I know that and you know that. But you know how people in this town love spreading rumors." Chandan said.
Bela quietened down and thought about it. She was too naive to realize that Chandan was just bluffing. If it came down to his word against her, she had such a squeaky clean reputation that no one would believe him. In fact everyone in the neighborhood would probably beat up Chandan for spying on a nice girl like Bela. But Bela did not realize it then.
"Okay fine, I won't tell anyone." she said reluctantly.
"I also promise I won't tell anyone." Chandan said.
Bela started closing the window when he stepped forward and grabbed it to stop her.
"Wait, one more thing." he said.
"Now what?" Bela asked, annoyed.
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"Did you like it?" Chandan asked with a wry smile.
"Did I like what?" Bela asked.
"You know, my...dick" he said, using the hindi slang, of course, not english.
"Eww... don't use such crude words." Bela said, blushing.
"Hehe, ok, did you like my thing?" Chandan asked, laughing.
"What's there to like or dislike? It's just a body part all men have." Bela said, hiding her true emotions. Yes, she told me, she had liked looking at it. It was the first dick she had ever seen after all.
"Yes, but you are a nice girl who has never seen it before, right? Everyone knows what a goody two shoes you are." Chandan continued.
Bela said nothing, just blushed some more.
"Have you ever had a boyfriend?" Chandan asked.
"No, of course not!" Bela said emphatically.
"Hmm, so you have never seen a man's dick... I mean thing." he corrected himself when he saw Bela make a face. "And you are going to get married soon, aren't you?"
"Yes." she said.
"Aren't you the least bit curious how your husband's thing will look like down there? On your wedding night? Won't you feel clueless?" Chandan asked.
"We shouldn't be talking about such things." Bela said, unsure of what to say.
"Okay, just answer my question. Did you feel nice and excited looking at my erect thing?" Chandan pressed on.
"You should go now." Bela said with some finality in her voice.
Chandan just looked at her and smiled. He took his hand off the window, and said to her,
"Okay, you are feeling shy. I understand. So here's what I am going to do. I am going to take my thing out again..."
"No! Please don't!" Bela said in an alarmed voice.
"Listen. I am just taking it out." Chandan said "You don't have to look at it. Close the window if you like. I'll go away. I'm just trying to help you become a good wife for your husband."
With that he started untying the knot on his pyjama. Bela immediately pulled the window and closed it shut. She bolted it and stepped back in horror. What a perverted old man, she thought to herself, wanting to show me his thing. She felt disgusted. But she also felt a little curious. Chandan was right. She had never seen a penis, and often got nervous thinking about her wedding night. What if she froze with shock when her husband got naked, and she could not do anything? What if he thought she was too immature and ignorant about sex? What if he started cheating on her?
All these thoughts started running through her mind as she stared at the closed window. And a small voice in her said, what's the harm in just looking? At least it will take the fear of unknown out of her heart. Maybe she should open the window and look, she thought to herself. Chances are that he must have already left. In fact, she should probably open the window to make sure he has left, she told herself.
It had been barely a minute since Bela closed the window, but to her it felt like an hour as thoughts cascaded through her mind. Finally she convinced herself that she should open the window just to make sure Chandan had left. And she stepped forward and opened the window.
Sure enough, Chandan was still standing there. His pyjamas were dropped and around his knees with his loose striped underwear. And sure enough, his dick was hanging out. Bela looked at it spellbound, now even closer than when she had previously seen it. It looked fascinating to her. It was fully erect, tilted slightly upwards, veins throbbing. Below it, she saw his hairy testicles handing from his body like two oranges.
As she stared at it, it seemed to be getting bigger and more erect. In a few seconds, it seemed like it was coming towards her. That's when she realized, Chandan was slowly advancing closer to the window. She felt like looking up at his face, and telling him to stop walking towards her. But she could not take her eyes off his dick. Finally the dick was almost touching the window sill. It was inches away from her hands, which she realized were gripping the window bars very tight.
"You can touch it if you like." said Chandan in a very kind and gentle voice, as if telling some child to help himself to ice cream.
Bela shook her head furiously, her eyes still riveted on his erect and throbbing dick.
"Go on, you know you want to. I won't tell anyone." Chandan said, and then she felt his rough callused hand on her fingers which were still wrapped around the bar.
He tried to pry her fingers loose. Bela resisted at first, but then her curiosity and instincts got better of her and she loosened her grip. Chandan took her dainty little hand into his strong thick hand and guided it towards his dick slowly. Bela was dreading and anticipating touching him in equal measure. To her mind, it seemed like her hand had been moving for days, until it finally came to a stop just half an inch away from the bulbous foreskin-covered head of his dick.
At that point, Chandan let go of her hand, and it was just suspended there in mid-air. If Bela wanted, she could have withdrawn it back. But she didn't. She just kept it right there, unsure of what she wanted. Then Chandan swung his dick, up and down a couple of times, as if teasing her. Bela watched transfixed as the small eye-shaped hole at the tip of his dick moved up and down, up and down, as if inviting her.
Finally, Bela's insticts got the better of her and she reached out and touched it. Chandan stopped swinging his dick and stood still. Bela ran her fingertips up and down his shaft very gradually, caressing it. The touch felt very alien to her finger. No part of her own body felt quite like that. Smooth and yet rock-hard. She kept running her fingertips up and down his shaft for a while more. It felt to her like hours, she said, but must not have been more than a minute.
That's when Chandan's hand approached her hand again. He grabbed it by the back of the palm, pressed her fingers together and then placed her palm on his dick. Bela noted how weird it felt against her palm. Then Chandan gradually pressed her fingers and palm until her hand was wrapped around his dick. Instinctively she tightened her grip and his shaft was now in her hand. She was reminded of the way she used to hold the grip of a badminton racket.
"It feels like.." she started sharing the similarity of he feel, and turned her gaze upwards to look at Chandan's face, and then stopped mid-sentence as she saw the look on his face.
The unfamiliar look scared her. His eyes were opened wide, his tongue was hanging out, and the expression on his face was very "animal-like". He was also breathing heavily. Suddenly, reality caught up with Bela. A chill ran up her spine as she realized what was happening. What was in her hand? Surely not her neighbor's servant's dick? It all started seeming like a nightmare. She looked down and saw her dainty white hand wrapped around his thick dark dick. The contrast deepened the chill in her spine and she immediately let go of it and pulled her hand back inside the window.
Breathing heavily herself, and breaking out into a cold sweat, she looked at Chandan's face. He still wore that hungry expression. Without a word, she pulled the window shut, bolted it, ran to her bed, and lay down on it, covering her head with a blanket. She started crying softly, aghast and guilty at what she had let herself do. As she cried, she heard Chandan knocking softly on the window, but she ignored it. He knocked softly for a few minutes and then the knocks stopped. Bela, still crying, shut her eyes tightly, praying that he had left, and started chanting some religious hymns to "clean her head".
"Well, what will people say...about a young woman from a nice family getting involved with some old servant. How will your parents find a nice groom for you?" he said.
"Me getting involved? I have done nothing wrong!" Bela shot back.
"Yes, I know that and you know that. But you know how people in this town love spreading rumors." Chandan said.
Bela quietened down and thought about it. She was too naive to realize that Chandan was just bluffing. If it came down to his word against her, she had such a squeaky clean reputation that no one would believe him. In fact everyone in the neighborhood would probably beat up Chandan for spying on a nice girl like Bela. But Bela did not realize it then.
"Okay fine, I won't tell anyone." she said reluctantly.
"I also promise I won't tell anyone." Chandan said.
Bela started closing the window when he stepped forward and grabbed it to stop her.
"Wait, one more thing." he said.
"Now what?" Bela asked, annoyed.
------
"Did you like it?" Chandan asked with a wry smile.
"Did I like what?" Bela asked.
"You know, my...dick" he said, using the hindi slang, of course, not english.
"Eww... don't use such crude words." Bela said, blushing.
"Hehe, ok, did you like my thing?" Chandan asked, laughing.
"What's there to like or dislike? It's just a body part all men have." Bela said, hiding her true emotions. Yes, she told me, she had liked looking at it. It was the first dick she had ever seen after all.
"Yes, but you are a nice girl who has never seen it before, right? Everyone knows what a goody two shoes you are." Chandan continued.
Bela said nothing, just blushed some more.
"Have you ever had a boyfriend?" Chandan asked.
"No, of course not!" Bela said emphatically.
"Hmm, so you have never seen a man's dick... I mean thing." he corrected himself when he saw Bela make a face. "And you are going to get married soon, aren't you?"
"Yes." she said.
"Aren't you the least bit curious how your husband's thing will look like down there? On your wedding night? Won't you feel clueless?" Chandan asked.
"We shouldn't be talking about such things." Bela said, unsure of what to say.
"Okay, just answer my question. Did you feel nice and excited looking at my erect thing?" Chandan pressed on.
"You should go now." Bela said with some finality in her voice.
Chandan just looked at her and smiled. He took his hand off the window, and said to her,
"Okay, you are feeling shy. I understand. So here's what I am going to do. I am going to take my thing out again..."
"No! Please don't!" Bela said in an alarmed voice.
"Listen. I am just taking it out." Chandan said "You don't have to look at it. Close the window if you like. I'll go away. I'm just trying to help you become a good wife for your husband."
With that he started untying the knot on his pyjama. Bela immediately pulled the window and closed it shut. She bolted it and stepped back in horror. What a perverted old man, she thought to herself, wanting to show me his thing. She felt disgusted. But she also felt a little curious. Chandan was right. She had never seen a penis, and often got nervous thinking about her wedding night. What if she froze with shock when her husband got naked, and she could not do anything? What if he thought she was too immature and ignorant about sex? What if he started cheating on her?
All these thoughts started running through her mind as she stared at the closed window. And a small voice in her said, what's the harm in just looking? At least it will take the fear of unknown out of her heart. Maybe she should open the window and look, she thought to herself. Chances are that he must have already left. In fact, she should probably open the window to make sure he has left, she told herself.
It had been barely a minute since Bela closed the window, but to her it felt like an hour as thoughts cascaded through her mind. Finally she convinced herself that she should open the window just to make sure Chandan had left. And she stepped forward and opened the window.
Sure enough, Chandan was still standing there. His pyjamas were dropped and around his knees with his loose striped underwear. And sure enough, his dick was hanging out. Bela looked at it spellbound, now even closer than when she had previously seen it. It looked fascinating to her. It was fully erect, tilted slightly upwards, veins throbbing. Below it, she saw his hairy testicles handing from his body like two oranges.
As she stared at it, it seemed to be getting bigger and more erect. In a few seconds, it seemed like it was coming towards her. That's when she realized, Chandan was slowly advancing closer to the window. She felt like looking up at his face, and telling him to stop walking towards her. But she could not take her eyes off his dick. Finally the dick was almost touching the window sill. It was inches away from her hands, which she realized were gripping the window bars very tight.
"You can touch it if you like." said Chandan in a very kind and gentle voice, as if telling some child to help himself to ice cream.
Bela shook her head furiously, her eyes still riveted on his erect and throbbing dick.
"Go on, you know you want to. I won't tell anyone." Chandan said, and then she felt his rough callused hand on her fingers which were still wrapped around the bar.
He tried to pry her fingers loose. Bela resisted at first, but then her curiosity and instincts got better of her and she loosened her grip. Chandan took her dainty little hand into his strong thick hand and guided it towards his dick slowly. Bela was dreading and anticipating touching him in equal measure. To her mind, it seemed like her hand had been moving for days, until it finally came to a stop just half an inch away from the bulbous foreskin-covered head of his dick.
At that point, Chandan let go of her hand, and it was just suspended there in mid-air. If Bela wanted, she could have withdrawn it back. But she didn't. She just kept it right there, unsure of what she wanted. Then Chandan swung his dick, up and down a couple of times, as if teasing her. Bela watched transfixed as the small eye-shaped hole at the tip of his dick moved up and down, up and down, as if inviting her.
Finally, Bela's insticts got the better of her and she reached out and touched it. Chandan stopped swinging his dick and stood still. Bela ran her fingertips up and down his shaft very gradually, caressing it. The touch felt very alien to her finger. No part of her own body felt quite like that. Smooth and yet rock-hard. She kept running her fingertips up and down his shaft for a while more. It felt to her like hours, she said, but must not have been more than a minute.
That's when Chandan's hand approached her hand again. He grabbed it by the back of the palm, pressed her fingers together and then placed her palm on his dick. Bela noted how weird it felt against her palm. Then Chandan gradually pressed her fingers and palm until her hand was wrapped around his dick. Instinctively she tightened her grip and his shaft was now in her hand. She was reminded of the way she used to hold the grip of a badminton racket.
"It feels like.." she started sharing the similarity of he feel, and turned her gaze upwards to look at Chandan's face, and then stopped mid-sentence as she saw the look on his face.
The unfamiliar look scared her. His eyes were opened wide, his tongue was hanging out, and the expression on his face was very "animal-like". He was also breathing heavily. Suddenly, reality caught up with Bela. A chill ran up her spine as she realized what was happening. What was in her hand? Surely not her neighbor's servant's dick? It all started seeming like a nightmare. She looked down and saw her dainty white hand wrapped around his thick dark dick. The contrast deepened the chill in her spine and she immediately let go of it and pulled her hand back inside the window.
Breathing heavily herself, and breaking out into a cold sweat, she looked at Chandan's face. He still wore that hungry expression. Without a word, she pulled the window shut, bolted it, ran to her bed, and lay down on it, covering her head with a blanket. She started crying softly, aghast and guilty at what she had let herself do. As she cried, she heard Chandan knocking softly on the window, but she ignored it. He knocked softly for a few minutes and then the knocks stopped. Bela, still crying, shut her eyes tightly, praying that he had left, and started chanting some religious hymns to "clean her head".
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