30-06-2023, 02:10 PM
As I went to the bedroom and picked up a White Chiffon Saree with Pink flowers printed all over them along with the matching Pink Blouse, and picked up a Pink Petticoat, and pulled out a Maroon Cotton Panties from the Cupboard and picked up a White Bra and placed them over the bed and went to Bathroom to wash my face. After washing my face and began applying some light make up and came out of the Bathroom and began removing my Saree, Blouse, and Petticoat and got naked and picked up my Maroon Color Panties and started to put my legs inside my Maroon Color Panties, “Madam….. Madam… Gas Madam….,” the Gas Delivery Boy began shouting like usual. “I am coming, wait…!” as I screamed and began wearing my Maroon Color Panties, “Come fast madam, our Vehicle is parked in the middle of the road,” he screamed again. In a hurry, I wore my Maroon Color Panties quickly, and wore my Pink Petticoat on top of my Maroon Color Panties; I wore my my White Bra, and wore my Pink Blouse on top of my White Bra and wore my White Chiffon Saree on top of my Blouse and Petticoat. “Madam.. Come fast madam…” as the Gas Delivery Boy screamed on top of his voice, “I am coming,” I said and in a hurry I took my purse and rushed to the door totally unaware that I had worn my Saree well below my navel and at the same time I did not wear my saree pallu properly, revealing my left boob fully in Pink Blouse to full view for the Gas Delivery Boy. As I paid him and he gave the bill and was asking me to sign, and I was signing and giving it back, I realized I have been giving full view of my left boob in my Pink blouse and full darshan of my navel to him all this while and he was standing right in front of me and ogling at me shamelessly. Though I quickly covered my Blouse and navel with my pallu, “You are Hot, madam,” as he exclaimed, “Stupid,” I said and closed the door on him and went inside.
After he left, I picked up the Blouse piece to be stitched and took an Auto and began going to the Tailor Shop. The same Auto Driver who took to Kumar Tailors yesterday, complaining about the small gullies he had to ride his Auto into find Kumar’s Tailor Shop, which was not exactly a Tailor Shop, but a House which the Tailor had used this living room as the Tailor Shop. The Auto Driver was so rude to me yesterday but was the exact opposite today. From my street to the Auto Stand, as I walked to get the Auto, I noticed him checking me out from head to toe, though like yesterday, but today he was ogling at me. Since there was no other but his, and the Hot Vellore Summer heat was making me sweat already and I could feel my sweat getting down my neck and entering my Pink Blouse White Bra and wetting my boobs all over, and also wetting my armpits. The first areas on my body which starts to get wet with my sweat are obviously my Crotch area, my Ass cheeks, and my Asshole, because they are covered by three layers of fabric, my Panties, My Petticoat, and of course my Saree, making it warmer down there and making me sweat. As I walked towards the Auto Stand, I could already feel my Ass Cheeks, Ass Crack, Asshole, and my Pussy getting wet with my Sweat, but I could also feel my thighs getting wet from my sweat. By the time I reached the Auto, I could feel the sweat from my Crotch area, my Ass Cheeks, my Ass Crack, and Asshole and already wet my Maroon Color Panties, and the sweat from my inner thighs and thighs were rolling down all over my knees and ankles.
“Kumar Tailors, where we went yesterday,” as I said politely, hoping that he won’t be rude to me like yesterday, “sure Madam,” he said, this time with a smile. As I bent down and was about to get inside, I noticed him ogling at my left boob in my Pink Blouse, my wet Armpits in my Pink Blouse, and my entire waist. I quickly sat inside and covered my waist and left boob in my Pink Blouse properly with my Pallu. “The weather is too Hot, isn’t it, Madam?” as he asked, adjusting the rear view mirror to face me, I did not even bother to answer. As he started riding, I noticed him adjusting his mirror focusing on my lips and was shamelessly ogling at my lips, and quickly turned aside. All of a sudden he began riding fast, “is the angry that I turned my face aside? Why is he riding the Auto race car?” as I said to myself and casually looked at him in his rear mirror, to my shock his eyes were all over my waist and all over my left boob in my Pink Blouse. That’s when I realized the Auto Driver was riding his Auto like a Race Car, to make the wind move my pallu aside and reveal my waist and my left boob in my pink saree. No matter how much I tried to cover my pallu, the wind was blowing my pallu away, if I tried to cover my left boob in my saree, my waist was coming to his full view, if I tried to cover my waist, my left boob was coming to his full view. As I struggled to cover myself with my pallu properly, he entered the small gullies where the roads were uneven and was losing his temper yesterday, but today he was happily riding his Auto all over the uneven roads of the gully. As the ride started turning bumpy, I held on to the rods in front me for support, but unfortunately my boobs did not have any support and began bouncing freely on their own, feasting the eyes of the Auto Driver who was enjoying the view in his rear view mirror. “Left or Right, madam?” he casually asked, as if he did not know the address and completely turned his head around and got an up close view of my bouncing boobs in my Pink Blouse. “Right,” as I said, he slowed the Auto down and stopped the Auto in the Corner, “from right, in which direction we should go madam,?” he asked and as I began telling him the address, he was shamelessly ogling at my lips and his eyes were all over my mouth.
After he left, I picked up the Blouse piece to be stitched and took an Auto and began going to the Tailor Shop. The same Auto Driver who took to Kumar Tailors yesterday, complaining about the small gullies he had to ride his Auto into find Kumar’s Tailor Shop, which was not exactly a Tailor Shop, but a House which the Tailor had used this living room as the Tailor Shop. The Auto Driver was so rude to me yesterday but was the exact opposite today. From my street to the Auto Stand, as I walked to get the Auto, I noticed him checking me out from head to toe, though like yesterday, but today he was ogling at me. Since there was no other but his, and the Hot Vellore Summer heat was making me sweat already and I could feel my sweat getting down my neck and entering my Pink Blouse White Bra and wetting my boobs all over, and also wetting my armpits. The first areas on my body which starts to get wet with my sweat are obviously my Crotch area, my Ass cheeks, and my Asshole, because they are covered by three layers of fabric, my Panties, My Petticoat, and of course my Saree, making it warmer down there and making me sweat. As I walked towards the Auto Stand, I could already feel my Ass Cheeks, Ass Crack, Asshole, and my Pussy getting wet with my Sweat, but I could also feel my thighs getting wet from my sweat. By the time I reached the Auto, I could feel the sweat from my Crotch area, my Ass Cheeks, my Ass Crack, and Asshole and already wet my Maroon Color Panties, and the sweat from my inner thighs and thighs were rolling down all over my knees and ankles.
“Kumar Tailors, where we went yesterday,” as I said politely, hoping that he won’t be rude to me like yesterday, “sure Madam,” he said, this time with a smile. As I bent down and was about to get inside, I noticed him ogling at my left boob in my Pink Blouse, my wet Armpits in my Pink Blouse, and my entire waist. I quickly sat inside and covered my waist and left boob in my Pink Blouse properly with my Pallu. “The weather is too Hot, isn’t it, Madam?” as he asked, adjusting the rear view mirror to face me, I did not even bother to answer. As he started riding, I noticed him adjusting his mirror focusing on my lips and was shamelessly ogling at my lips, and quickly turned aside. All of a sudden he began riding fast, “is the angry that I turned my face aside? Why is he riding the Auto race car?” as I said to myself and casually looked at him in his rear mirror, to my shock his eyes were all over my waist and all over my left boob in my Pink Blouse. That’s when I realized the Auto Driver was riding his Auto like a Race Car, to make the wind move my pallu aside and reveal my waist and my left boob in my pink saree. No matter how much I tried to cover my pallu, the wind was blowing my pallu away, if I tried to cover my left boob in my saree, my waist was coming to his full view, if I tried to cover my waist, my left boob was coming to his full view. As I struggled to cover myself with my pallu properly, he entered the small gullies where the roads were uneven and was losing his temper yesterday, but today he was happily riding his Auto all over the uneven roads of the gully. As the ride started turning bumpy, I held on to the rods in front me for support, but unfortunately my boobs did not have any support and began bouncing freely on their own, feasting the eyes of the Auto Driver who was enjoying the view in his rear view mirror. “Left or Right, madam?” he casually asked, as if he did not know the address and completely turned his head around and got an up close view of my bouncing boobs in my Pink Blouse. “Right,” as I said, he slowed the Auto down and stopped the Auto in the Corner, “from right, in which direction we should go madam,?” he asked and as I began telling him the address, he was shamelessly ogling at my lips and his eyes were all over my mouth.
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