28-01-2022, 03:17 PM
"Aaapan ata anghol karun gheu ya ka?"
"Shall we bathe now?" She asked, gently disentangling herself from my arms.
We were soon in the little bathroom. I was buck naked while she insisted on wearing her petticoat to protect the modesty of her pussy. I insisted on giving her a bath first. The taps were still dry so we used the water stored in a couple of buckets. She tied her hair on top of her head and sat down on a small, foot high metal stool. I poured cool water over her, soaped her up and gently rubbed the plains, peaks and valleys of her soft, plump, utterly feminine body. She obeyed me like a little child as I commanded her to turn this way or that, raise her arms, close her eyes and so on, to give me access to each fold, nook and cranny of her divine body. After cleaning her feet, ankles and calves, I reached up to soap up her thighs, when she stopped me.
"Tithey nako! Tithey meech karen!"
"Not there! I'll do it myself!"
"Theek ahe!"
"OK!" I acquiesced, then rinsed her off with cool water. The hair on her calves became visible as the water flowed over them.
"Kes kadhayala zalyet!"
"I've got to shave them soon!"
"Nako na! Mala awadtaat!"
"Please don't! I like them!" I persuaded her to let hair on her legs and in her armpits be, at least for the time being.
Then it was my turn to sit on the stool and let her give me a bath, which she proceeded to do with gusto. She rubbed and scrubbed till my skin tingled. I howled like a child when soapy water got into my eyes, eliciting peals of laughter from her. She stood me up and soaped me from my waist down to my thighs. I clenched my buttocks together when she tried to soap up my ass crack.
"Tithey nako! Tithey meech karen!"
"Not there! I'll do it myself!" I echoed her words.
"Theek ahe!"
"OK!" She agreed. She then soaped up my crotch and lathered my pubic hair. She gently rubbed and fondled my testicles and cock and rinsed them. She watched in fascination when my cock started hardening. The mere sight of my fast rising cock was enough to ignite her passion. She quickly leaned and planted a fleeting kiss on my cock head and made me sit on the little stool. She then straddled my thighs and lowered her pussy on my cock. We soon found that the soap and water had washed away all the lubrication and made it impossible for my cock to penetrate her pussy. We quickly found a solution in the form of a bottle of coconut oil. She poured a generous quantity on her hands and lubed up my cock, then reached under her petticoat and rubbed oil on her pussy too. Soon, she was resting on my thighs with my cock buried deep inside her cunt. Once again ensuring that her pussy was well concealed under her petticoat, she started thrusting up and down my cock, her eyes closed and lower lip between her teeth.
"Mmh... mmh...mmhh..." She moaned under her breath, lost in the pleasure of my cock reaming her pussy. She changed the rhythm from slow to fast to slow again, clenching and unclenching her pussy muscles. But soon, it was apparent that she was tiring out and needed help. Since I was sitting on a low stool, I couldn't bring the full strength of my thighs to bear upon the task, and the bathroom was too small for her to lie down.
"Aapan ubhyane try karu ya ka?"
"Should we try it standing up?" I suggested.
She braced her hands against a wall, leaned forward and spread her legs apart, while I stood behind her and bent my legs to line up my cock with her pussy. As we struggled, it was obvious that neither of us had done this before. Her insistence on keeping her pussy hidden under her petticoat didn't help, either. Finally, she bowed to the inevitable.
"Tithe baghu nakos hunh!"
"Don't look down there!" She admonished, then placed a leg on the stool and flipped her petticoat up to reveal her twin globes and a quick glimpse of her hairy cunt underneath. She giggled nervously as her fingers guided my cock to the right place and with a few probing thrusts, my cockhead was soon nestling between her inner labia. All this trial and error effort had tried my patience to the limit. I lost no time in shoving my cock right up to the root inside her and unleashed a series of hard, deep thrusts, tightly gripping her hips for support. Her hair had worked loose to cover her back and hide her face from me. I gathered her hair in my fist and turned her face so that I could claim her lips with my mouth while continuing to thrust into her without a break. The sheer force of my assault and the stimulation of her G spot in this new position was enough to drive us both to a climax in no time at all.
After we had both regained our breaths and disengaged, she gently washed my soiled and oily cock and then pushed me out of the bathroom, latching the door firmly shut from inside. Almost on cue, the taps hissed and gurgled to life. She spent a good twenty minutes washing herself thoroughly and emerged with a towel wrapped around her chest, covering her up to mid-thigh. A few stray droplets sparkled on her lashes and water dripped from her hair which she proceeded to thresh, spraying me with fragrant, shampoo scented water. We parted reluctantly, after a long goodbye kiss. I stuffed her soiled bra in my back pocket, as a memento of our memorable coupling.
"Kaay pahune, kassa zala karyakram?"
"Hello there, how was the program?" The fisherwoman called out to me as I sauntered past her roadside stall. She knew me by sight since I was a regular on that street. In fact she had occasionally accosted me in the past, trying to sell fish to me. She had also seen me and Gargi chatting, many times. The shrewd fisherwoman had perhaps put two and two together.
"Kasla karyakram, kaku?"
"What program, aunty?" I asked innocently. For once, the cocky fisherwoman was flustered.
"Nahi, mala watley ki..."
"No, I just thought..." She trailed off.
As I walked on, and just before she turned to attend to a customer, she caught a glimpse of the rabbit's ear of Gargi's bra strap hanging out of my hip pocket...
That was the beginning of a glorious chapter in my young life. I look back on it fondly, to this day...
Contd to Ch. 03...
"Shall we bathe now?" She asked, gently disentangling herself from my arms.
We were soon in the little bathroom. I was buck naked while she insisted on wearing her petticoat to protect the modesty of her pussy. I insisted on giving her a bath first. The taps were still dry so we used the water stored in a couple of buckets. She tied her hair on top of her head and sat down on a small, foot high metal stool. I poured cool water over her, soaped her up and gently rubbed the plains, peaks and valleys of her soft, plump, utterly feminine body. She obeyed me like a little child as I commanded her to turn this way or that, raise her arms, close her eyes and so on, to give me access to each fold, nook and cranny of her divine body. After cleaning her feet, ankles and calves, I reached up to soap up her thighs, when she stopped me.
"Tithey nako! Tithey meech karen!"
"Not there! I'll do it myself!"
"Theek ahe!"
"OK!" I acquiesced, then rinsed her off with cool water. The hair on her calves became visible as the water flowed over them.
"Kes kadhayala zalyet!"
"I've got to shave them soon!"
"Nako na! Mala awadtaat!"
"Please don't! I like them!" I persuaded her to let hair on her legs and in her armpits be, at least for the time being.
Then it was my turn to sit on the stool and let her give me a bath, which she proceeded to do with gusto. She rubbed and scrubbed till my skin tingled. I howled like a child when soapy water got into my eyes, eliciting peals of laughter from her. She stood me up and soaped me from my waist down to my thighs. I clenched my buttocks together when she tried to soap up my ass crack.
"Tithey nako! Tithey meech karen!"
"Not there! I'll do it myself!" I echoed her words.
"Theek ahe!"
"OK!" She agreed. She then soaped up my crotch and lathered my pubic hair. She gently rubbed and fondled my testicles and cock and rinsed them. She watched in fascination when my cock started hardening. The mere sight of my fast rising cock was enough to ignite her passion. She quickly leaned and planted a fleeting kiss on my cock head and made me sit on the little stool. She then straddled my thighs and lowered her pussy on my cock. We soon found that the soap and water had washed away all the lubrication and made it impossible for my cock to penetrate her pussy. We quickly found a solution in the form of a bottle of coconut oil. She poured a generous quantity on her hands and lubed up my cock, then reached under her petticoat and rubbed oil on her pussy too. Soon, she was resting on my thighs with my cock buried deep inside her cunt. Once again ensuring that her pussy was well concealed under her petticoat, she started thrusting up and down my cock, her eyes closed and lower lip between her teeth.
"Mmh... mmh...mmhh..." She moaned under her breath, lost in the pleasure of my cock reaming her pussy. She changed the rhythm from slow to fast to slow again, clenching and unclenching her pussy muscles. But soon, it was apparent that she was tiring out and needed help. Since I was sitting on a low stool, I couldn't bring the full strength of my thighs to bear upon the task, and the bathroom was too small for her to lie down.
"Aapan ubhyane try karu ya ka?"
"Should we try it standing up?" I suggested.
She braced her hands against a wall, leaned forward and spread her legs apart, while I stood behind her and bent my legs to line up my cock with her pussy. As we struggled, it was obvious that neither of us had done this before. Her insistence on keeping her pussy hidden under her petticoat didn't help, either. Finally, she bowed to the inevitable.
"Tithe baghu nakos hunh!"
"Don't look down there!" She admonished, then placed a leg on the stool and flipped her petticoat up to reveal her twin globes and a quick glimpse of her hairy cunt underneath. She giggled nervously as her fingers guided my cock to the right place and with a few probing thrusts, my cockhead was soon nestling between her inner labia. All this trial and error effort had tried my patience to the limit. I lost no time in shoving my cock right up to the root inside her and unleashed a series of hard, deep thrusts, tightly gripping her hips for support. Her hair had worked loose to cover her back and hide her face from me. I gathered her hair in my fist and turned her face so that I could claim her lips with my mouth while continuing to thrust into her without a break. The sheer force of my assault and the stimulation of her G spot in this new position was enough to drive us both to a climax in no time at all.
After we had both regained our breaths and disengaged, she gently washed my soiled and oily cock and then pushed me out of the bathroom, latching the door firmly shut from inside. Almost on cue, the taps hissed and gurgled to life. She spent a good twenty minutes washing herself thoroughly and emerged with a towel wrapped around her chest, covering her up to mid-thigh. A few stray droplets sparkled on her lashes and water dripped from her hair which she proceeded to thresh, spraying me with fragrant, shampoo scented water. We parted reluctantly, after a long goodbye kiss. I stuffed her soiled bra in my back pocket, as a memento of our memorable coupling.
"Kaay pahune, kassa zala karyakram?"
"Hello there, how was the program?" The fisherwoman called out to me as I sauntered past her roadside stall. She knew me by sight since I was a regular on that street. In fact she had occasionally accosted me in the past, trying to sell fish to me. She had also seen me and Gargi chatting, many times. The shrewd fisherwoman had perhaps put two and two together.
"Kasla karyakram, kaku?"
"What program, aunty?" I asked innocently. For once, the cocky fisherwoman was flustered.
"Nahi, mala watley ki..."
"No, I just thought..." She trailed off.
As I walked on, and just before she turned to attend to a customer, she caught a glimpse of the rabbit's ear of Gargi's bra strap hanging out of my hip pocket...
That was the beginning of a glorious chapter in my young life. I look back on it fondly, to this day...
Contd to Ch. 03...
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