04-04-2023, 02:15 PM
“My God.. the bastard purposely did not switch on the AC, Ram, and I am totally soaked in my sweat till my Bra and Panties,” as my wife exclaimed, we entered the small Saree Shop, there was nobody in the Shop, and a man who must be in his early 30s, wearing just a Lungi and Banian, opened the basement door and welcomed it. “Sudha Madam?” as he asked, “Yeah,” my wife said with a smile. “Follow me,” he said and opened the basement door and began getting down on the wooden stairs, which were going down to the basement. As my wife was following him down, he quickly and easily got down, but my wife who was wearing her heels, struggled to get down, and seeing my wife was struggling to walk down the stairs in heels, “give me your hand, Madam,” he said and held my wife’s both hands. As my wife was holding his right hand with her left hand and holding his left hand with her right hand, and looking at the wooden steps and climbing down slowly and carefully, she did not notice her Maroon Saree Pallu had drifted away and give full view of her right breast over her sweat soaked Black Blouse and sweaty waist and her deep navel. His eyes almost popped out looking at my wife’s boobs in her sweat soaked Black Blouse and her white skin sweaty waist, and immediately, “wait madam,” he said and left my wife’s hands and all of a sudden began grabbing my wife by her sweaty waist, “now place your hands on my shoulders for support, Madam,” he said and made my wife place her hands on his shoulders for support and began helping my wife get down holding her waist. As my wife almost reached the bottom step, all of a sudden he took his hands off my wife’s waist and made her lose balance and fall on him, “it's okay madam… it's okay madam… I got you,” he said and hugged my wife by her waist and helped her get down.