29-12-2018, 02:23 PM
We four jumped into the taxi to reach the camp site. The driver was talkative and asked us about our profession, schedule etc. the Colonel did not reply to his queries. The driver was happy to tell us about his family and about tourist sites nearby. The road to the camp site was hilly and narrow. It took us three hours to cover those 40 kilometres. We reached the site at around eleven am. We unloaded our baggage and reached the reception on the first floor. The Colonel was looking down to see the taxi leaving the gate of the camp. I also looked down and saw the driver, talking with the security guard for about fifteen minutes.
The Colonel suddenly ran down and reached the gate. He asked the security guard, if he knew the taxi driver. The guard said that he did not know the guy. The Colonel asked him what they were talking. The guard replied that the driver had said that "sir" (the Colonel) wanted the schedule. He asked the guard from where he could get it. The guard showed him the reception desk. He said he did not know where he went from there.
The Colonel came to me and said, "Our taxi driver asked for our schedule. I don't understand why he should need it." I had no answer.
"May be, he was curious to know what we fellows were doing in this God damned forest?" I suggested.
"May be." The Colonel replied. He did not appear convinced. Then suddenly he said, "I am not sure. But I feel that I have seen this guy somewhere." From his face I knew that he was still ,.ng these thoughts in his mind as we were checking in. It took us a good half an hour to check in and register ourselves with all kinds of id check at the desk.
The camp site was beautiful. It was covered all round by hills. There was a big river, flowing very close to the site. We could see some snow capped mountains far away. The river water current was strong and made sweet flowing sound. It was pretty comfortable temperature and the persons welcoming us informed us that nights would be cooler. The management had built small simple apartment like houses (which they called huts). There were different types of huts. The Colonel had booked a suite with two rooms for us. Each room had a washroom and a small pantry.
The suite had a drawing room or visitor's room, with two sofas and carpet. There were two rooms combined to make a suite. Our suite was on the first floor. The Colonel paid extra to get this suite with interconnected rooms. We were happy to see reasonably comfortable accommodation. The outside view from windows was exquisite. We could watch thick forest close by and snow capped mountains far away. There was greenery everywhere.
There were two unusually large, handmade, flat top, wooden beds, covered with clean mattresses and linen in each room. There was a wardrobe, a pantry just adequate to make tea or coffee and for warming food. There was a small washroom attached with each room. The waste water from washroom was pumped away to a treatment plant set up by the management. There were solar heaters for heating bathing water connected to a separate tank. All in all, it was as comfortable as could be, in a camp site.
The first condition the Colonel put forward, as soon as we entered our rooms was that we would always leave the connecting door open. When were planning for the trip, all of us had agreed to book one room with four beds. However, the Colonel had booked this suite. He said that suite would have more space. He said that we could have the experience of staying in one room by leaving the connecting door open. From the expressions on her face, I guessed that my wife Sunita did not appear to be enthusiastic about the idea of leaving the door open. However, I immediately agreed with the Colonel without any hesitation.
Many couples were still checking in. There were a few singles. We saw Capt. Kumar as well as the Brigadier with his wife checking in separately. We said 'hi' to them. On the first day, there was no outdoor activity. There was an entertainment program in the evening followed by camp fire; where drinks, dance and dinner program was scheduled.
As soon as we entered our huts, the Colonel wanted to go for a swim in the river side swimming pool. I could see some visitors going to the pool. The management had constructed a swimming pool drawing water from the river for swimming for the camp visitors. All of us jumped at the idea and started getting ready to go to the pool.
Although Sunita was a good swimmer, she had not had an experience of swimming with a swim suit. In her village, she swam with the other girls in local ponds and rivers either fully dressed or in their blouses and petticoats. Jyoti did not know swimming. I was a mediocre swimmer.
The Colonel and I put on our swimming trunks. The ladies watched us with interest as we were changing. When the Colonel was in his briefs, I saw a big bulge under the briefs. Was he erect already? Or was he so large that even in the flaccid state his bulge was visible in his underwear? I was unsure. I was sure that my wife Sunita also saw the bulge several times. She however, pretended to show no interest and looked out of the window.
At first, Sunita was reluctant to wear swim suit. When the Colonel saw her hesitation, he thundered, "What is this? Are you living in medieval times? When you go for swimming, you have to wear swimming trunks. If you go to fight in the army, you have to wear army uniforms. If you want to go to nudist beach, you have to strip off fully. Else, one should stay at home."
That was enough to make her run to put on her swim suit. I had already purchased and packed two swim suits for Sunita. One was a two piece bikini and the other was one piece suit. One piece suit concealed more. I suggested that she should wear two piece one. She felt that it was too revealing and decided to wear one piece swim suit. I shrugged my shoulders and moved away.
The Colonel and I left for the river, leaving the ladies to change into their swim suits.
Sunita had put on her single piece swim suit. Even in that, she looked sexy. Her plum breasts stood out prominently. Her body from her breasts down to her pubic area was covered by the fabric from the front. Her back was exposed. However, what was visible was a treat for the viewers. Her well muscled thighs flowed out of her joint of two legs. Her trim waist rising into guitar shaped full sized hips was a feast to the hungry male eyes.
I was sure that her two ass cheeks would be a tasty sight for the swimmers. I did not have to wait. The Colonel was the first one devouring her with his eyes. He complimented her and said that she looked marvellous. He tried not to stare at her, without much success. Sunita blushed at his visual adultery, like a teenage girl.
However in comparison Jyoti, almost all of whose body was visible, looked utterly voluptuous. She was like a model on a ramp. Slim and trim, yet well filled both at the top as well as at hips. Her hips were not large but well trimmed. She wore two piece swim suits. Her top had less of her breasts under it than outside. Her belly button and navel were enough to make men crazy. Her pussy was just barely covered. If she had not shaved her pussy carefully, any hair on her pussy would easily have been visible. She looked sex incarnate. Any normal male looking at her would have a hard on. I just kept looking at her. It was only when my wife Sunita coughed hard that I took my eyes off her and moved towards the river pool.
There were about twenty people in the pool. I saw Capt. Kumar as well as our young damsel Neetu swimming in the pool. The Brigadier sat on a chair watching over the people. He seemed bored and very soon walked away. Neetu looked gorgeous. She wore a single piece normal swimsuit. No sooner her husband walked away, Neetu swam towards the young Capt. Kumar. They talked for a while and began to swim together. They did nothing to invite attention. However, their eyeing each other betrayed their emotions.
As soon as we entered the pool, all eyes were on the two girls (our wives looked like girls in that attire) with us. I could clearly see that the men without being too obvious were ogling at our wives and looking at the Colonel and me with envy.
However, Jyoti hit the most eye balls almost mesmerizing men and creating a flutter amongst women. In her two piece bikini she looked all woman. The Colonel stood by her side with pride. After all, she was his proud possession. I looked at my wife Sunita and saw a trace of jealousy in her eyes at the Colonel's over enthusiasm in chaperoning his wife.
The Colonel and my wife Sunita began swimming. They were good swimmers. They swam the length of the pool doing several laps at a time. After doing some laps they rested on the edge of the pool. Sunita sat on the cemented edge of the pool and the Colonel stood close to her near her legs. Initially Sunita was red faced and quiet. That bonhomie was missing between them. It was the effect of the Colonel having given extra attention to his wife. The Colonel must have realized the reason of her sulking.
He tried to placate her by arguing for some time. Then I saw the Colonel pulling Sunita's leg into water in one swift motion, compelling her to jump into water with him. He laughed as he pulled her in water. Both disappeared under water for a while. When they surfaced, I saw her laughing and punching the Colonel in the back. The Colonel swam away from her laughing heartily. Sunita swam behind chasing him. I left them to their devices and returned to focus on Jyoti.
Jyoti looked sexy, stunning and voluptuous. Not just I but all the men around were completely captivated by her sexiness. Her tall, slim but well filled almost visible bust and shapely ass with an hour glass figure was stunning. She had set the pool on fire with her sexy look. Her tiny tummy, her shapely curves, tempting triangle, her ass cheeks were eyeful. Almost all men came closer to her pretending to stray off their track. They stole a glance or two of her, leaving their wives at some distance and swam away reluctantly.
Jyoti came to me as soon as she entered water. She did not know swimming. I knew just a bit more than her. She stood in shallow water and splashed water at me. I hit her back with a bigger splash of water. I felt privileged in that small group of men as I had Jyoti all by myself. I caught her arm and took her in a bit deeper water. She was scared to go further. I began to swim to show her the simple way to swim.
At a distance I glanced towards the Colonel and my wife. Sunita was sitting on the edge of the pool hanging her legs down in water. The Colonel seemed to be feasting his eyes on the sumptuous meal in front of him in the form of Sunita's half naked body. Sunita, who was initially ill at ease at the men ogling at her, gradually began to like the attention. Particularly she seemed to enjoy the Colonel's eyes feasting on her.
The Colonel suddenly ran down and reached the gate. He asked the security guard, if he knew the taxi driver. The guard said that he did not know the guy. The Colonel asked him what they were talking. The guard replied that the driver had said that "sir" (the Colonel) wanted the schedule. He asked the guard from where he could get it. The guard showed him the reception desk. He said he did not know where he went from there.
The Colonel came to me and said, "Our taxi driver asked for our schedule. I don't understand why he should need it." I had no answer.
"May be, he was curious to know what we fellows were doing in this God damned forest?" I suggested.
"May be." The Colonel replied. He did not appear convinced. Then suddenly he said, "I am not sure. But I feel that I have seen this guy somewhere." From his face I knew that he was still ,.ng these thoughts in his mind as we were checking in. It took us a good half an hour to check in and register ourselves with all kinds of id check at the desk.
The camp site was beautiful. It was covered all round by hills. There was a big river, flowing very close to the site. We could see some snow capped mountains far away. The river water current was strong and made sweet flowing sound. It was pretty comfortable temperature and the persons welcoming us informed us that nights would be cooler. The management had built small simple apartment like houses (which they called huts). There were different types of huts. The Colonel had booked a suite with two rooms for us. Each room had a washroom and a small pantry.
The suite had a drawing room or visitor's room, with two sofas and carpet. There were two rooms combined to make a suite. Our suite was on the first floor. The Colonel paid extra to get this suite with interconnected rooms. We were happy to see reasonably comfortable accommodation. The outside view from windows was exquisite. We could watch thick forest close by and snow capped mountains far away. There was greenery everywhere.
There were two unusually large, handmade, flat top, wooden beds, covered with clean mattresses and linen in each room. There was a wardrobe, a pantry just adequate to make tea or coffee and for warming food. There was a small washroom attached with each room. The waste water from washroom was pumped away to a treatment plant set up by the management. There were solar heaters for heating bathing water connected to a separate tank. All in all, it was as comfortable as could be, in a camp site.
The first condition the Colonel put forward, as soon as we entered our rooms was that we would always leave the connecting door open. When were planning for the trip, all of us had agreed to book one room with four beds. However, the Colonel had booked this suite. He said that suite would have more space. He said that we could have the experience of staying in one room by leaving the connecting door open. From the expressions on her face, I guessed that my wife Sunita did not appear to be enthusiastic about the idea of leaving the door open. However, I immediately agreed with the Colonel without any hesitation.
Many couples were still checking in. There were a few singles. We saw Capt. Kumar as well as the Brigadier with his wife checking in separately. We said 'hi' to them. On the first day, there was no outdoor activity. There was an entertainment program in the evening followed by camp fire; where drinks, dance and dinner program was scheduled.
As soon as we entered our huts, the Colonel wanted to go for a swim in the river side swimming pool. I could see some visitors going to the pool. The management had constructed a swimming pool drawing water from the river for swimming for the camp visitors. All of us jumped at the idea and started getting ready to go to the pool.
Although Sunita was a good swimmer, she had not had an experience of swimming with a swim suit. In her village, she swam with the other girls in local ponds and rivers either fully dressed or in their blouses and petticoats. Jyoti did not know swimming. I was a mediocre swimmer.
The Colonel and I put on our swimming trunks. The ladies watched us with interest as we were changing. When the Colonel was in his briefs, I saw a big bulge under the briefs. Was he erect already? Or was he so large that even in the flaccid state his bulge was visible in his underwear? I was unsure. I was sure that my wife Sunita also saw the bulge several times. She however, pretended to show no interest and looked out of the window.
At first, Sunita was reluctant to wear swim suit. When the Colonel saw her hesitation, he thundered, "What is this? Are you living in medieval times? When you go for swimming, you have to wear swimming trunks. If you go to fight in the army, you have to wear army uniforms. If you want to go to nudist beach, you have to strip off fully. Else, one should stay at home."
That was enough to make her run to put on her swim suit. I had already purchased and packed two swim suits for Sunita. One was a two piece bikini and the other was one piece suit. One piece suit concealed more. I suggested that she should wear two piece one. She felt that it was too revealing and decided to wear one piece swim suit. I shrugged my shoulders and moved away.
The Colonel and I left for the river, leaving the ladies to change into their swim suits.
Sunita had put on her single piece swim suit. Even in that, she looked sexy. Her plum breasts stood out prominently. Her body from her breasts down to her pubic area was covered by the fabric from the front. Her back was exposed. However, what was visible was a treat for the viewers. Her well muscled thighs flowed out of her joint of two legs. Her trim waist rising into guitar shaped full sized hips was a feast to the hungry male eyes.
I was sure that her two ass cheeks would be a tasty sight for the swimmers. I did not have to wait. The Colonel was the first one devouring her with his eyes. He complimented her and said that she looked marvellous. He tried not to stare at her, without much success. Sunita blushed at his visual adultery, like a teenage girl.
However in comparison Jyoti, almost all of whose body was visible, looked utterly voluptuous. She was like a model on a ramp. Slim and trim, yet well filled both at the top as well as at hips. Her hips were not large but well trimmed. She wore two piece swim suits. Her top had less of her breasts under it than outside. Her belly button and navel were enough to make men crazy. Her pussy was just barely covered. If she had not shaved her pussy carefully, any hair on her pussy would easily have been visible. She looked sex incarnate. Any normal male looking at her would have a hard on. I just kept looking at her. It was only when my wife Sunita coughed hard that I took my eyes off her and moved towards the river pool.
There were about twenty people in the pool. I saw Capt. Kumar as well as our young damsel Neetu swimming in the pool. The Brigadier sat on a chair watching over the people. He seemed bored and very soon walked away. Neetu looked gorgeous. She wore a single piece normal swimsuit. No sooner her husband walked away, Neetu swam towards the young Capt. Kumar. They talked for a while and began to swim together. They did nothing to invite attention. However, their eyeing each other betrayed their emotions.
As soon as we entered the pool, all eyes were on the two girls (our wives looked like girls in that attire) with us. I could clearly see that the men without being too obvious were ogling at our wives and looking at the Colonel and me with envy.
However, Jyoti hit the most eye balls almost mesmerizing men and creating a flutter amongst women. In her two piece bikini she looked all woman. The Colonel stood by her side with pride. After all, she was his proud possession. I looked at my wife Sunita and saw a trace of jealousy in her eyes at the Colonel's over enthusiasm in chaperoning his wife.
The Colonel and my wife Sunita began swimming. They were good swimmers. They swam the length of the pool doing several laps at a time. After doing some laps they rested on the edge of the pool. Sunita sat on the cemented edge of the pool and the Colonel stood close to her near her legs. Initially Sunita was red faced and quiet. That bonhomie was missing between them. It was the effect of the Colonel having given extra attention to his wife. The Colonel must have realized the reason of her sulking.
He tried to placate her by arguing for some time. Then I saw the Colonel pulling Sunita's leg into water in one swift motion, compelling her to jump into water with him. He laughed as he pulled her in water. Both disappeared under water for a while. When they surfaced, I saw her laughing and punching the Colonel in the back. The Colonel swam away from her laughing heartily. Sunita swam behind chasing him. I left them to their devices and returned to focus on Jyoti.
Jyoti looked sexy, stunning and voluptuous. Not just I but all the men around were completely captivated by her sexiness. Her tall, slim but well filled almost visible bust and shapely ass with an hour glass figure was stunning. She had set the pool on fire with her sexy look. Her tiny tummy, her shapely curves, tempting triangle, her ass cheeks were eyeful. Almost all men came closer to her pretending to stray off their track. They stole a glance or two of her, leaving their wives at some distance and swam away reluctantly.
Jyoti came to me as soon as she entered water. She did not know swimming. I knew just a bit more than her. She stood in shallow water and splashed water at me. I hit her back with a bigger splash of water. I felt privileged in that small group of men as I had Jyoti all by myself. I caught her arm and took her in a bit deeper water. She was scared to go further. I began to swim to show her the simple way to swim.
At a distance I glanced towards the Colonel and my wife. Sunita was sitting on the edge of the pool hanging her legs down in water. The Colonel seemed to be feasting his eyes on the sumptuous meal in front of him in the form of Sunita's half naked body. Sunita, who was initially ill at ease at the men ogling at her, gradually began to like the attention. Particularly she seemed to enjoy the Colonel's eyes feasting on her.
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