18-05-2019, 05:35 PM
Re posting an old story I was able to retrieve with very high difficulty. Posting it as it is and credit goes to the original poster:-
Good mornings friends. I am back once again trying to narrate my fantasy to you all.
As you might have known from my earlier stories, that I like mature women with a healthy figure and not someone with a skinny model type figure. I also really like if a woman is really hairy down there and also a hairy armpit would be an icing on the cake.
If you guys like any of the things mentioned above then please unbuckle your belts and get ready for a safe and rocking journey. Here nothing will be considered as taboo. Ok any way let me start my story right away.
I am 18 years old boy and have just completed my 12 board exams. Now I have a long 2 months vacation ahead of me and nothing to do. So I was planning to go out with some of my friends to some hill station. As I was from a upper middle class family I could afford such a vacation . So we decided to go to Kashmir and do some trekking there. We decided that we would go to Punjab first and meet some relatives of my friend akshay. He was from Punjab and hadn’t visited there since a long time and somehow he convinced us that it would be really nice to have a few days of stay at his home town and then we would take a road trip from there to Jammu. We also agreed as it would be really interesting to travel through himalchal as at this time of the year it the landscapes would be really beautiful. And being a pack of teenagers without someone to stop us it was obvious that we would have lots of fun.
Beside my self and akshay other 3 friends had decided to come on the trip.
So once our plan was decided I went to my dad and told him about our plan and I was quite sure that he would agree to it as initially he was the one who had given us the idea to go on a vacation.
“So where are you young explorers planning to go”
He asked me the evening I told him about our plan.
“Um dad we are planning to go to Punjab first, visit akshay’s relatives and then we are planning to go Jammu and do some trekking there”
“That’s a nice plan but I have some work for you if you would like to do it”
He said looking at me
“Um what dad”
I asked. I also knew that no way I can deny my dad. Because he was the type who would not take no as an answer. And also I had the fear that I said no then my plan would be in danger as well. So I think I have no option left but the only thing that I can wish right now is that the task which he is giving me should not be a real pain in the ass.
“As you know we have some farmland in buner district in Rajasthan,”
“Yes dad I know that, what about that?”
I asked patiently as I was hoping that he would not tell me to go there as it would be really boring as our land was in some distant village and I was sure that none of my friends would be ready to come with me. And I would have to go alone to the far off village leaving all the luxuries of my home sweet home away.
“So we have not collected the rent for quite a few years”
He said looking at me
“Its not as if we need the rent but just to keep the ownership with us I think we should collect it”
He said
“And if we don’t then they would think that they are the owners of the land”
He said and then looked at me as if waiting for me to say something
“Yes dad you are right”
I said
Now I was sure that I am going to Rajasthan, all alone.
“So I hope you can adjust your plans so that you can visit there and collect it”
He said. Although his tone was not too harsh but I knew that it did not meant that I can take his request for granted. I mean although it sounded like a request but I knew very well that it was a command. So I decided that instead of arguing and then going to Rajasthan it is better that I agree right now and then win my dads heart. So like this I might get some extra cash for the trip.
“Um sure dad that would be nice”
I said half heartedly.
“That’s like a good boy”
My dad said patting my shoulder.
“So I think if you leave 4 days earlier then your planned day then you will be able to adjust small visit”
He said with a smiling face.
“Why 5 days dad?”
I asked
“uuuuuum it would take you 1 day to reach there and I think you should have a stay of 3 days there in case they have to make some arrangements there.”
“Ok dad and I think it will take 1 day to reach Punjab”
“Yes and don’t worry about anything as they are really good people and they will take good care of you”
“Dad but will they recognize me?”
I asked as I had not met them ever.
“Don’t worry I will write a letter and will also send a pic of mine with you so they will recognize you”
So that so cool. I mean I am wasting my holidays and going to a far of bloody village to collect some minute amount of money there’s no guaranty that they will recognize me.
Any way that what had to be done and that’s what I will have to do.
I was quite sure that none of my friends would come with me but just to check if I might be proved wrong I called each one of them and almost begged them to come with me. But each one of them had a nice and valid reason for not coming. So I guess I knew this and now as per the plan I had to leave for the village tomorrow night. The bus will leave at 9 o clock and I will reach buner 1 in noon and then I will have to travel by some local means like rickshaw for 3 more hours and then I will finally reach the destination.
Then I had to spend the night and 2 more nights there.
I was told that there was no electricity there and the village was very small so I was advised by my dad to take all the necessary things with me.
So I packed my bags. I took all the necessary cloths, my brush, some books to pass the time, which I think I had to do lot as I had to spend three days in a village where there was no electricity. So I loaded all the 80 GB of my not so brand new I-POD with songs, movies and of course lots of porn movies. I mostly preferred porn in which mature ladies are featured. I had collected lots of such porn, mostly from the internet. And also I would like to mention at this point that I also loved mature ladies with hairy pussy and hairy armpits. I mean I just go mad when I see a lady with hairy armpits. I just can’t resist the temptation to lick a nice hairy armpit. I also would love to smell a mature women’s armpit. I am saying I would love to as I had not experienced any type of sexual pleasure till date. Even though I am 17 but still am virgin. Leave alone the sex part I have not even seen any real nudity. So I was an eager horny 17 year old boy.
So finally the departure time came and my dad came to drop me at the bus station. As I am in Gujarat so the journey was not going to be half a country away but because of bad roads it would take a lot of time to reach there. I didn’t carry a lot of money but my dad gave me an ATM card. So I carried six thousand rupees and my dad had paid for the tickets so all I had to do is spend these 5 days and then I will be going to Punjab.
So I sat in the bus and soon fell asleep. I did not have a very sound sleep as at regular intervals the horn or some bad patch of road would wake me up. I became fully awake at 6 in the morning when the warm sun rays lightened my face. I came to my senses and saw the surrounding area’s suddenly the wide city roads had been replaced by a narrow road which could hardly accommodate two vehicles at a time. And the surrounding people had also been changed. Big bungalows had now disappeared and small mud covered houses and the attire of the people had also changed. But still we were not that deep into villages so some effect of modern world can be seen. So soon I again dozed off as I had nothing else to do. I told the driver to wake me up when my stop would come.
As the bus was air conditioned I did not feel the heat outside. But soon I was going to get out of it and just by looking at the outside sunny scene I was beginning to feel lousy as I had to spend nearly 4 days in this heat. the driver woke me up when my stop came. I got out from the bus. My legs needed stretching as I had sat in the bus for nearly more then 16 hours. So as soon as I got off the warm air hit my face. It was not as hot as I had expected. As it was still February so it was not killing heat. And our Gujarat was also not a very cool state. Even I was used of high temperatures.
So I asked some men for directions and they were happy to help me. I think they could make out that I was from city and I think in this part of country people were still curious for the people of the city. And I could make out from their cloths that they also had not adapted modernization as they were wearing traditional dhoti and kurta. The old people had sticks in their hands and I could not make out a single car but there were lots of bikes and mini vans like vehicles which are open at the back and can be used to transport goods as well as humans.
I was wondering that I had to still go deeper into the district and what would be the scene there as this town was considered a big town and the conditions here were not too good. At least I was having the I-POD with me. I had still not switched it on as I was planning to use the batteries once I reach the house of champak uncle. Yes that was the name of the person who had rented our land. According to my dad he was of something around 45-46 years of age. And he had a family which comprised of his wife and his 2 children. That was the only information I had about them beside their address. So I hired a half van - half rickshaw like vehicle and gave him the address of the village I wanted to go.
“To bahiya kitni der lagegi?”
I asked him impatiently as it was 2 o clock in the noon and the heat wave was on.
“chinta no karo saab, 2-3 ghanta me pauch jayeng ge”
He replied in his rajasthani accent. Earlier I had offered him to give some extra money so that he would not take any other passengers. And travel was particularly cheap in this part of country as it was quite clear that people were not too prosperous. So for a journey of about 80 KM I had to pay only 200 RS.
The trip started and as we went deeper and deeper the surrounding also changed. I could see vast stretch of barren land. Just after 20 minutes I fell in deep sleep because of all the fatigue.
I didn’t know when the 3 hours passed but suddenly I was woken up by a pair of strong and rough hands. I rubbed my eyes and as I opened I saw the driver smiling at me. As soon as I came to my senses I suddenly remembered about my luggage . I got out and checked my bags which were loaded at the of the vehicle.
I was relieved to find that both of my bags were there.
The driver sensed it and said
“daro na saab, ye Mumbai nahi he”
he said with a smiling face. I felt embarrassed and my face turned red. I didn’t know what to say as I had openly suspected his honesty.
“nahi ye…bat..................... nahi he”
I managed to say.
But the one thing I did not fail to notice was that he thought I was from Mumbai. I mean I did not know why is it that every good-looking modern person has to be from Mumbai. Weren’t there other cities that had caught up with Mumbai today? But I was in no mood to argue in this issue. Now it was almost 5 in the evening and the heat had some what decreased. As I paid the driver I observed the surrounding. I was a supposed to land in a village named ratrapali. And as I read the name of the village on a gate I was at the right place. I was glad the there was electricity in the village and it did not looked as bad.
As I proceeded I saw a flour mill and a couple of shops where I could at least get the essentials. I went in the shop and got a few chocolates for the kids. I did not wanted to appear like bloody money recovery agents who would come and just take the cash. I wanted to appear friendly with the given fact that I was to stay at their place for almost 4 days.
So once I got out of the shop I decided to ask for the directions. I saw an elderly man sitting near a pan shop
“nameste kaka”
I said joining my hands. I was sure that these people were forthodox people and such a gesture would earn me a few points.
“nameste beta, bahar gaun se ayo ho?”
he asked. It was easy for me to understand their rajasthani accent as it was very similar to our Gujarati language.
“ji kaka, mare champak bahi na gher jano he”
I said
he suddenly changed his expressions. It seemed as if he had heard some name of a ghost.
“kyo kam che tane”
he asked
“ji mari jamin istimal kare che, paisa lena hai”
I said.
“ohh chinta mat karo nahi milega”
He said. I didn’t really understand what he meant.
“koi bat nahi kaka”
I said as I didn’t want to have a long conversation with him. I was already stressed a lot.
“idhir se seedho ja aur jab gaun kahatm hoga to kisiko pauch lena”
I found the address pretty odd as according to his address the house was supposed to be outside the village. I don’t know why any body wanted to live away from society. Any way I did not spend much of my mind there and began to walk. As I walked I saw many women sitting out of their houses doing some or the other work. Either they were preparing vegetables for the dinner or they were busy with some other work. Most of the women had their dupatta covering their face. And I also particularly liked their traditional dresses. They had a corset like thing covering their fronts but their fronts had been covered almost till their necks. And the most amazing thing that I like about it was that very little material was there to cover their backs. A large part of their back was left open and also the colors were also very vibrant. From what I saw they mostly wore bright colors such as red, blue, yellow etc etc.
So I actually liked to see women in these type of dresses and as a result my walk through the village was a very pleasant one. I think I do not need to say that rajasthani women are very fair. In spite the fact that sun shone to this state through the year but still I think its their natural color. And yes some of the women I saw were very beautiful, although I could not clearly see their faces but still I could make out that they were very beautiful and some of the mature ladies, I just loved them. I was getting lots of stares from both the sexes as I was the odd one out amongst them. But I did not have the courage to stare them openly as I was afraid of the consequences. I did not want to get beaten by their husbands. So I walked about 20 minutes. It was a pretty large village and I wondered why my hosts had to live so far.
So I think I reached the end of the village and I could see no house so I went near a young boy and asked him
“Champak bhai ka ghar kaha he?”
I did not see any odd expression on his face and wondered why that elderly person had said so.
“who pahadi dekh rahe ho?”
Good mornings friends. I am back once again trying to narrate my fantasy to you all.
As you might have known from my earlier stories, that I like mature women with a healthy figure and not someone with a skinny model type figure. I also really like if a woman is really hairy down there and also a hairy armpit would be an icing on the cake.
If you guys like any of the things mentioned above then please unbuckle your belts and get ready for a safe and rocking journey. Here nothing will be considered as taboo. Ok any way let me start my story right away.
I am 18 years old boy and have just completed my 12 board exams. Now I have a long 2 months vacation ahead of me and nothing to do. So I was planning to go out with some of my friends to some hill station. As I was from a upper middle class family I could afford such a vacation . So we decided to go to Kashmir and do some trekking there. We decided that we would go to Punjab first and meet some relatives of my friend akshay. He was from Punjab and hadn’t visited there since a long time and somehow he convinced us that it would be really nice to have a few days of stay at his home town and then we would take a road trip from there to Jammu. We also agreed as it would be really interesting to travel through himalchal as at this time of the year it the landscapes would be really beautiful. And being a pack of teenagers without someone to stop us it was obvious that we would have lots of fun.
Beside my self and akshay other 3 friends had decided to come on the trip.
So once our plan was decided I went to my dad and told him about our plan and I was quite sure that he would agree to it as initially he was the one who had given us the idea to go on a vacation.
“So where are you young explorers planning to go”
He asked me the evening I told him about our plan.
“Um dad we are planning to go to Punjab first, visit akshay’s relatives and then we are planning to go Jammu and do some trekking there”
“That’s a nice plan but I have some work for you if you would like to do it”
He said looking at me
“Um what dad”
I asked. I also knew that no way I can deny my dad. Because he was the type who would not take no as an answer. And also I had the fear that I said no then my plan would be in danger as well. So I think I have no option left but the only thing that I can wish right now is that the task which he is giving me should not be a real pain in the ass.
“As you know we have some farmland in buner district in Rajasthan,”
“Yes dad I know that, what about that?”
I asked patiently as I was hoping that he would not tell me to go there as it would be really boring as our land was in some distant village and I was sure that none of my friends would be ready to come with me. And I would have to go alone to the far off village leaving all the luxuries of my home sweet home away.
“So we have not collected the rent for quite a few years”
He said looking at me
“Its not as if we need the rent but just to keep the ownership with us I think we should collect it”
He said
“And if we don’t then they would think that they are the owners of the land”
He said and then looked at me as if waiting for me to say something
“Yes dad you are right”
I said
Now I was sure that I am going to Rajasthan, all alone.
“So I hope you can adjust your plans so that you can visit there and collect it”
He said. Although his tone was not too harsh but I knew that it did not meant that I can take his request for granted. I mean although it sounded like a request but I knew very well that it was a command. So I decided that instead of arguing and then going to Rajasthan it is better that I agree right now and then win my dads heart. So like this I might get some extra cash for the trip.
“Um sure dad that would be nice”
I said half heartedly.
“That’s like a good boy”
My dad said patting my shoulder.
“So I think if you leave 4 days earlier then your planned day then you will be able to adjust small visit”
He said with a smiling face.
“Why 5 days dad?”
I asked
“uuuuuum it would take you 1 day to reach there and I think you should have a stay of 3 days there in case they have to make some arrangements there.”
“Ok dad and I think it will take 1 day to reach Punjab”
“Yes and don’t worry about anything as they are really good people and they will take good care of you”
“Dad but will they recognize me?”
I asked as I had not met them ever.
“Don’t worry I will write a letter and will also send a pic of mine with you so they will recognize you”
So that so cool. I mean I am wasting my holidays and going to a far of bloody village to collect some minute amount of money there’s no guaranty that they will recognize me.
Any way that what had to be done and that’s what I will have to do.
I was quite sure that none of my friends would come with me but just to check if I might be proved wrong I called each one of them and almost begged them to come with me. But each one of them had a nice and valid reason for not coming. So I guess I knew this and now as per the plan I had to leave for the village tomorrow night. The bus will leave at 9 o clock and I will reach buner 1 in noon and then I will have to travel by some local means like rickshaw for 3 more hours and then I will finally reach the destination.
Then I had to spend the night and 2 more nights there.
I was told that there was no electricity there and the village was very small so I was advised by my dad to take all the necessary things with me.
So I packed my bags. I took all the necessary cloths, my brush, some books to pass the time, which I think I had to do lot as I had to spend three days in a village where there was no electricity. So I loaded all the 80 GB of my not so brand new I-POD with songs, movies and of course lots of porn movies. I mostly preferred porn in which mature ladies are featured. I had collected lots of such porn, mostly from the internet. And also I would like to mention at this point that I also loved mature ladies with hairy pussy and hairy armpits. I mean I just go mad when I see a lady with hairy armpits. I just can’t resist the temptation to lick a nice hairy armpit. I also would love to smell a mature women’s armpit. I am saying I would love to as I had not experienced any type of sexual pleasure till date. Even though I am 17 but still am virgin. Leave alone the sex part I have not even seen any real nudity. So I was an eager horny 17 year old boy.
So finally the departure time came and my dad came to drop me at the bus station. As I am in Gujarat so the journey was not going to be half a country away but because of bad roads it would take a lot of time to reach there. I didn’t carry a lot of money but my dad gave me an ATM card. So I carried six thousand rupees and my dad had paid for the tickets so all I had to do is spend these 5 days and then I will be going to Punjab.
So I sat in the bus and soon fell asleep. I did not have a very sound sleep as at regular intervals the horn or some bad patch of road would wake me up. I became fully awake at 6 in the morning when the warm sun rays lightened my face. I came to my senses and saw the surrounding area’s suddenly the wide city roads had been replaced by a narrow road which could hardly accommodate two vehicles at a time. And the surrounding people had also been changed. Big bungalows had now disappeared and small mud covered houses and the attire of the people had also changed. But still we were not that deep into villages so some effect of modern world can be seen. So soon I again dozed off as I had nothing else to do. I told the driver to wake me up when my stop would come.
As the bus was air conditioned I did not feel the heat outside. But soon I was going to get out of it and just by looking at the outside sunny scene I was beginning to feel lousy as I had to spend nearly 4 days in this heat. the driver woke me up when my stop came. I got out from the bus. My legs needed stretching as I had sat in the bus for nearly more then 16 hours. So as soon as I got off the warm air hit my face. It was not as hot as I had expected. As it was still February so it was not killing heat. And our Gujarat was also not a very cool state. Even I was used of high temperatures.
So I asked some men for directions and they were happy to help me. I think they could make out that I was from city and I think in this part of country people were still curious for the people of the city. And I could make out from their cloths that they also had not adapted modernization as they were wearing traditional dhoti and kurta. The old people had sticks in their hands and I could not make out a single car but there were lots of bikes and mini vans like vehicles which are open at the back and can be used to transport goods as well as humans.
I was wondering that I had to still go deeper into the district and what would be the scene there as this town was considered a big town and the conditions here were not too good. At least I was having the I-POD with me. I had still not switched it on as I was planning to use the batteries once I reach the house of champak uncle. Yes that was the name of the person who had rented our land. According to my dad he was of something around 45-46 years of age. And he had a family which comprised of his wife and his 2 children. That was the only information I had about them beside their address. So I hired a half van - half rickshaw like vehicle and gave him the address of the village I wanted to go.
“To bahiya kitni der lagegi?”
I asked him impatiently as it was 2 o clock in the noon and the heat wave was on.
“chinta no karo saab, 2-3 ghanta me pauch jayeng ge”
He replied in his rajasthani accent. Earlier I had offered him to give some extra money so that he would not take any other passengers. And travel was particularly cheap in this part of country as it was quite clear that people were not too prosperous. So for a journey of about 80 KM I had to pay only 200 RS.
The trip started and as we went deeper and deeper the surrounding also changed. I could see vast stretch of barren land. Just after 20 minutes I fell in deep sleep because of all the fatigue.
I didn’t know when the 3 hours passed but suddenly I was woken up by a pair of strong and rough hands. I rubbed my eyes and as I opened I saw the driver smiling at me. As soon as I came to my senses I suddenly remembered about my luggage . I got out and checked my bags which were loaded at the of the vehicle.
I was relieved to find that both of my bags were there.
The driver sensed it and said
“daro na saab, ye Mumbai nahi he”
he said with a smiling face. I felt embarrassed and my face turned red. I didn’t know what to say as I had openly suspected his honesty.
“nahi ye…bat..................... nahi he”
I managed to say.
But the one thing I did not fail to notice was that he thought I was from Mumbai. I mean I did not know why is it that every good-looking modern person has to be from Mumbai. Weren’t there other cities that had caught up with Mumbai today? But I was in no mood to argue in this issue. Now it was almost 5 in the evening and the heat had some what decreased. As I paid the driver I observed the surrounding. I was a supposed to land in a village named ratrapali. And as I read the name of the village on a gate I was at the right place. I was glad the there was electricity in the village and it did not looked as bad.
As I proceeded I saw a flour mill and a couple of shops where I could at least get the essentials. I went in the shop and got a few chocolates for the kids. I did not wanted to appear like bloody money recovery agents who would come and just take the cash. I wanted to appear friendly with the given fact that I was to stay at their place for almost 4 days.
So once I got out of the shop I decided to ask for the directions. I saw an elderly man sitting near a pan shop
“nameste kaka”
I said joining my hands. I was sure that these people were forthodox people and such a gesture would earn me a few points.
“nameste beta, bahar gaun se ayo ho?”
he asked. It was easy for me to understand their rajasthani accent as it was very similar to our Gujarati language.
“ji kaka, mare champak bahi na gher jano he”
I said
he suddenly changed his expressions. It seemed as if he had heard some name of a ghost.
“kyo kam che tane”
he asked
“ji mari jamin istimal kare che, paisa lena hai”
I said.
“ohh chinta mat karo nahi milega”
He said. I didn’t really understand what he meant.
“koi bat nahi kaka”
I said as I didn’t want to have a long conversation with him. I was already stressed a lot.
“idhir se seedho ja aur jab gaun kahatm hoga to kisiko pauch lena”
I found the address pretty odd as according to his address the house was supposed to be outside the village. I don’t know why any body wanted to live away from society. Any way I did not spend much of my mind there and began to walk. As I walked I saw many women sitting out of their houses doing some or the other work. Either they were preparing vegetables for the dinner or they were busy with some other work. Most of the women had their dupatta covering their face. And I also particularly liked their traditional dresses. They had a corset like thing covering their fronts but their fronts had been covered almost till their necks. And the most amazing thing that I like about it was that very little material was there to cover their backs. A large part of their back was left open and also the colors were also very vibrant. From what I saw they mostly wore bright colors such as red, blue, yellow etc etc.
So I actually liked to see women in these type of dresses and as a result my walk through the village was a very pleasant one. I think I do not need to say that rajasthani women are very fair. In spite the fact that sun shone to this state through the year but still I think its their natural color. And yes some of the women I saw were very beautiful, although I could not clearly see their faces but still I could make out that they were very beautiful and some of the mature ladies, I just loved them. I was getting lots of stares from both the sexes as I was the odd one out amongst them. But I did not have the courage to stare them openly as I was afraid of the consequences. I did not want to get beaten by their husbands. So I walked about 20 minutes. It was a pretty large village and I wondered why my hosts had to live so far.
So I think I reached the end of the village and I could see no house so I went near a young boy and asked him
“Champak bhai ka ghar kaha he?”
I did not see any odd expression on his face and wondered why that elderly person had said so.
“who pahadi dekh rahe ho?”
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