Manya Forbidden Lust of Horny Indian House wife

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Chapter 18

Sam as he was affectionately called by friends was
actually Sameer and a budding photographer cum artist.
He looked at Manya with his deep eyes taking in every
ounce of her wet and lightly trembling body. The
tremble was caused on account of the light breeze
caressing her wet skin. He led Deen's mother inside
his apartment and guided her to the bathroom. His
parents were still involved in the winding up of the
morning's activities and could take another half an
hour. Recognizing Manya's urgency to take a pee and
her equally urgent need to rid herself atleast of the
drip in her clothes, the considerate neighbour told
her to use the toilet while he fetched the dryer for
her hair. Manya tread softly on the carpet, hoping the
colour water drip from her juicy body would not damage
the carpet. Her whole body was coated in red,
including her face. If she were to make a first
appearance in this manner, none would recognize her by
face. But now everyone in the area would recognise her
by her voluptuously stacked body, more so by her
flaring ass with the big butt cups. Almost all the men
would recognize her blindfolded by feel too, going by
the way they all manhandled and dunked her. Truly she
had become the neighbourhood wet dream and yet she
maintained her own aura and control over things,
managing to make everyone feel exclusive and special.
In short nobody would fuck and tell on Manya. Nobody
wanted to be denied of her horny body by doing so.

The whole house was silent as Manya entered the
bathroom and left the door open for Sam to bring the
dryer later. She could have shut it and opened it when
he knocked, but somehow didn't do it. Bunching her
saree around her waist, she sat with her naked
asscheeks on the toilet. As she was peeing, she also
twisted her wet saree, extracting all the dripping
water from it and placed it around her knees in front,
bunched up, but covering her thighs over the toilet
seat. Then she removed the saree pallu from her
shoulders and squeezed it too, draining all the water
from it. As she pissed, she once again experienced a
throbbing in her loins. This time the throbbing
relaxed only the pee pressure but retained the other
pressure - the pressure of her accumulated horniness.
The entire morning she was fondled, squeezed and
dunked into water and also experienced the
exhibitionistic thrill of being on display during the
little games. The whole series of events where she was
treated as a pure lust object, but under the overall
garb of dignity gave her a licentious thrill. The two
robust fucks given by Salman did gratify her senses
but not fully. The sex was hurried, though thrilling.
Moreover she got horny all over again during the skips
where she felt fifty pairs of eyes simply boring into
her luscious form. She did consider stopping when her
pallu had dropped, but in a wicked burst of horniness,
she had continued. The dozens of hands that had felt
her wet body up at the water tank only served to
stimulate her desires higher and higher and she was
fighting a valiant battle not to let her arousal show.
Doing all this in front of her son Deen did bother her
for a minute but she was sure that he would understand
it was all part of the celebrations. Her peeing
moments were also moments of sexual introspection and
as the last few drops of pee dripped out of her juicy
pussy, she felt decidedly horny and awakened.

In a bid to rise and flush the toilet, she attempted
to put her pallu back on her creamy, sleeveless
shoulders, when Sam's sudden entry with the dryer made
her drop the saree in her hand out of surprise. She
lay seated on the toilet seat, saree spread around her
thighs, toilet seat and reaching the floor. Her chest
was uncovered by the saree and Sam stared at her
beautiful breasts through the damp, thin blouse. They
were swaying all over the place in near total exposure
all morning and even her hardened nipples were
titillatingly exposed to the world. But now in the
silence of his bathroom, with two blouse buttons off,
their generous cleavage made a mouth watering sight,
as did Manya's awkward pose on the toilet seat in an
even more awkward condition of having pissed and not
flushed the toilet. She couldn't rise now, since Sam
had already entered the bath and it would look
embarrassing. She waited for Sam to understand her
predicament and perhaps leave. She also noted the
curious look in his eyes and followed their gaze to
look at her own chest and boobs. She gasped when she
saw that her nipples had hardened and were poking
right out of her blouse. The whole area from below her
breasts down to six inches beneath her navel was fully
open, with the smooth, fleshy curves forming a gentle
fold around her waist. The fold was very arousing and
Sam's artistic mind visualized a picture of how
beautifully that waist could be photographed in
various flimsy costumes.

"I'm sorry Mrs. M, I should have knocked", he
stuttered. "I came to help you dry your hair", he
said.

"You came to hand me the dryer or to help me dry my
hair", smiled Manya at his confusion, forgetting that
she had not adjusted her saree pallu.

"Well whatever you say Mrs. M, "said Sam, surprised at
his own boldness and struggling to control his
erection. Manya looked so delectable and sexy on the
toilet seat and the delicacy of the situation added to
the lustiness.

Manya looked cursorily at his crotch and smacked her
lips. She also liked boys who fumbled sometimes. They
looked cute. Here Sam was not only cute but the look
of pure adulation in his eyes was touching. She
understood the effect she was having on him with her
lewd posture. "You can dry my hair if you feel like it
Sam," she said much to his amazement.

Sam took up her offer and went behind Manya, dryer in
hand. He activated it and turned the blower towards
her jet black hair. Manya made no change either to her
sitting posture or her state of dress. She was still
sareeless at the top, displaying her full breasts and
stiff nipples very generously to Sam, as a reward for
his effort. Sam's dick came into near contact with
Manya's head when he bent and ran the blower, holding
her thick hair in his hands in artistic appreciation.
The artist in him really rose to the occasion. He
could have carried on doing it forever and nearly got
lost in his job. His dick hitting the side of Manya's
face jolted him back to senses. It jolted an already
aroused Manya too. She was finding it extremely
difficult to sit idle with all the throbbing in her
pussy, which was halfway into the loo. Her hand was
placed at the lowest possible level on her abdomen and
Manya was pained that she couldn't reach upto her now
dripping cunt. The pressure of Sam's dick occasionally
on her face was not helping matters at all since the
horny housewife was once again getting driven to
desperation. Her breathing turned heavy. Sam's hands
were now fumbling with the dryer and whenever he
looked down at the beautiful woman sitting below, her
rising bosom and broad hips drove him to madness. The
dirty posture, the unflushed toilet, the unwashed
pussy and the horny mother of his friend, all made up
a mindblowing source of dick tension for Sam. He
switched off the dryer and caressed Manya's head.
Manya was indeed waiting for some such initiative. She
always did wait for the man to make the first move.
She hated saying no to someone with initiative.