22-06-2024, 07:02 PM
The next Day :
Meera and Aslam were stuck in the revenue office the entire day.
" Aslab Saab , leave out my work, let us just focus on getting Neha's paper signed today " Meera said frustrated with the kind of behavior the deputy Registrar put up
" Don't worry .Sahil's paper is upto date..I have managed everything... That thing will get signed tomorrow "
Meera smiled " Atleast something to cheer about "
It was evening and Meera was thinking of trying out some street shopping and then go to the beach. That's when she got a call on Mobile.
" Ms Meera Sharma ?"
" Yes... May I know who this is ?"
" Madam.. I am Phillip ... the warden of the football academy hostel..You need to come here ASAP .."
" Why what happened ? Are the boys okay ?"
" Yes everyone is safe... But you need to come here ASAP madam... This is something serious "
" Okay..but at least tell me mister..what's the issue ?"
" We will tell you in person... We are waiting for you in the academy building ground floor office ..Thank you "
Meera was taken aback at this sudden phone call...
"Aslam Saab ..I think I need to leave ..The football academy called me ..something serious they were saying "
" Okay.what happened ?"
" They were not saying anything..I dont know... "
" Do not go alone Meera ... You do not know if that was a prank "
" I cannot ignore this.. the person seemed genuine ..."
" Okay..then..Let me drop you in the bike "
"No.No Aslam saab that's not needed ...Anyway you helped me a lot since morning "
" But the academy you said in Mopa Right ? That's hardly a kilometre from my house .."
" Oh is it .... But you will get late ..Ammi must be waiting for dinner ?"
" We will make it quick ..come hop in " Aslam said after starting his bike
Meera felt slightly reassured since Aslam was with her. She adjusted her Kurti before entering the office building.
She was decently dressed in a full sleeved Kurti and Jeans , yet she got stared at by almost all men in the Registrar office. In the Registrar office, Meera and Aslam had gone together . The office had two wings - A & B. Meera went to the A wing to submit the papers for the NGO , while Aslam went to the B wing to submit for Neha's property.
Meera is used to dirty stares , but when she was standing in the queue to submit the paper, she felt the man standing behind her was trying to grope her ass. The man had already brushed against her big round ass in that tight denims a couple of times . Soon , the man was freely moving his thick large hands all over her ass and to his credit , the man was doing all this nonchalantly while talking to Meera. Meera realized the man had 2-3 accomplices on either side and they were cleverly guarding the view, hence the whole groping was actually not seen by any other person at all. Meera desperately wanted to raise an alarm , but his accomplices had guarded the view so intelligently, it would have been impossible for Meera to prove what the perverts were doing to her. The fact that Meera's kurti was a short one did not help her , in fact the short kurti completely gave away the beautiful round shape of Meera's ass. Meera tried her best to move sideways , but the main tormentor continued the act more fearlessly. To Meera's horror , the man by that time got his hands on her pantylines. He was expertly cupping Meera's jeans clad ass cheeks ; and Meera could feel this man had animal-like huge palms and the slow gradual movement startled her. Her Husband Ajay at times used to play with her ass when she would be cooking. But that playing was more like harakiri , almost how it felt when an amateur plays with ass. But this man was so different. He kept it gradual and cupped Meera's ass as much as possible with one single palm. Meera gulped down in fear, not understanding how she will run away since the accomplices have completely cornered her by now. Meera has not seen his face nor had the courage to turn and see his face, but she knew this man had bull-like raw power. And throughout this , the man was talking to Meera and Meera somehow was talking back to her tormentor. And then the man , slowly with almost no noise and without effort, thrusted his hand in front and reached out to Meera's jeans button on the front. And within microseconds, her jeans button was neatly unbuttoned. A flash of Meera's tiny cream colored thong panties was now visible , though nothing was visible from outside since the accomplice had completely shielded the view from others.
The Accomplice spoke for the first time " Look Ustad .. She is not any saint.. Just look at the fashionable panties this slut is wearing "
The main tormentor nodded " Hmm... Do one thing Munna .. See the top page of the application ..It will have Madam's home address and phone number..Click a picture quickly "
Meera realized what this was leading to. These goons were trying to capture her contact details so they can use her freely later. Meera somehow pushed the accomplice hard and quickly buttoned her jeans. The accomplice lost his balance and got his arms hit the wall. The public standing behind suddenly got startled at the commotion.
The shield that was created is now broken and Meera quickly rushed out from their clutches. An elderly man who was standing at the gate asked Meera worryingly " Beti... Is everything okay ? Are they not accepting the papers ?"
Meera tried to fake a smile " Yes Un..Uncle ..I have some work ..hence I had to go out "
Meera almost ran out of the A wing. Just she was superbly careful to ensure no one quite understands what just happened with her. The man had been enjoying her ass for barely 5 minutes or so, but it felt an eternity for Meera. Meera was amazed how much the tormentor ended up doing in less than 5 minutes. Yes, not even 5 minutes and the man had her jeans unbuttoned. She cursed herself for wearing tight denim jeans and tiny thong panties while coming here. But then who wears grandma cotton panties here in Goa ? And to be honest , the pair of denims were one of the most decent dresses she is carrying in the first place. She was actually not carrying any Salwar kameez. She obviously did not want to hang around in Salwar Kameez in Goa beaches. Being a tourist here, she realized these government offices are nothing but free roaming places for criminals and goondas. She could not believe how swiftly the man did what he did and that too in Broad daylight in a god damn fucking governemnt office queue., She was breathing heavily and quickly went to the female restroom . She ofcourse cant talk about this to Aslam and wondered what excuse she would give to him for not submitting the paper.
In front of Aslam, she tried to act as normal as possible. " Aslam actually the seal of the Registrar was missing , I could not submit the paper hence "
" Oh is it... Wait let me give you the seal .."
" Aslam if it would not be too much of a trouble ...can you please submit this please.. I have a headache... due to the heat ..I will wait for you in the AC restaurant .."
Aslam looked a bit perplexed , but was kind enough to pick the papers from Meera.
Its not uncommon for attractive Indian women to get their ass felt in crowded bus, trains or pubs. Meera had similar experience in the past too , but this man was different . Be his brute power, uncanny large chimpanzee like hands or simply his fearlessness and guts, Meera could not get that thing from her mind the whole day.
And hence even though she knew the football academy was a perfectly safe place, Meera wanted deep down Aslam to be there with her.
The man called Phillip was rude as hell. He was seating in the office with two of his men and openly drinking gallons of beer right in front of everyone.
And even on seeing Meera and Aslam, he did not offer them to seat and choose to blatantly ignore both of them . After 10 minutes , he called Meera
" Suraj Yadav .."
" Yes what about him ?" Meera asked irritatingly
" You have to take him away !"
" Why what happened ?"
" His scholarship is cancelled Madam..."
" What ? Why ?"
" We dont have any details...You see this communication ,,, we have to abide by that .." The main showed a printed letter to Meera
" What does this all means ?"
" We cant help it .."
" Look Mister Philips or whatever your name is..Suraj is a great footballer... Who sent this letter to you guys ?"
" From higher up Madam ..what can we do ?"
" This is wrong ... Is there someone I can talk to ?"
" No ..Suraj has already been informed ..We have thrown him out of the dormitory ... if you dont take him away we will throw him out of the academy .."
Aslam intervened " But his football matches ?"
Philip looked sarcastically at him
" Who are you ?"
Meera replied " He is my friend Mr. Aslam "
" Hmm..Okay So madam ..since you are telling so many times.. we can do one exception ... He can still play the matches but he will not be allowed in the hostel... He can stay outside somewhere..come for practice and matches and yes..nO free food ..he has to buy food from canteen "
Aslam whispered to Meera " Do not fight with them ..these guys are just following orders "
Meera looked at Aslam " So this is plain unfair ?"
Aslam replied " May be yes..but fighting with them will further make things worse "
" So..where will poor Suraj go now "
" My son Suleiman is also a footballer .. He can stay with us .."
" No way .. Are you serious ?"
" I know you will feel awkward... But this is the best option for Suraj and his football career ....Plus my house is just round the corner ..so he can easily come and practice without much stress !! "
" Yea.. True ..but Ammi is already ill ..How will you guys manage ?"
" We can manage ..Its for only for a week I suppose "
" I dont know what to say ..but do you really mean there wont be any problem for you or maaji ?"
Aslam nodded coldly
Suraj was already crestfallen with what happened . He was thrown out of the hostel in front of everyone and he was embarrassed as hell. Plus he did not know what was his fault - suddenly the sports authorities struck off his name.
But he bonded well with Suleiman . The modest slum house of Aslam was not much different from the NGO where Suraj was brought up. But in Suleiman , Suraj found a good friend. Aslam had only a one room kitchen shanty , so he asked Suleiman to take up the store room upstairs . Aslam brought a makeshift bed for Suleiman and Suraj and placed it in the upstairs room.
Ammi was happy to see Meera again. Meera bent to touch Ammi's feet and this time she was careful to tightly cover herself with a dupatta so that there was no cleavage show.
Ammi also saw that Meera this time had dressed more decently and had carefully covered her bosom with a dupatta. However , Ammi also saw how Meera's big round ass looked in her tight, expensive denim jeans. Ammi knew women in their slum never wore such expensive stylish jeans nor had such round meaty ass.
" Beti ..Kurti pe bahut khoobsurat lag rahi ho tum ..lekin Salwar kameez pehnoge to aur bhi khoobsurat lagoge "
Meera smiled " Haa maaji ..maine idhar salwar suit lai nahi..kal mall pe jaake 1-2 salwar kameez khareed lungi "
Meera largely wanted to ensure Suraj is comfortable in Aslam's house and then take a leave but obviously got late since Ammi insisted her to have dinner together.
After they all ate and chatted heartily, soon Meera saw it was almost 11:30 PM . Ammi did not want Meera to leave so late
" Beti ..itni raat hui ..Abhi hotel mat jaya karo ....."
Meera was still willing to go back to hotel . She did not want to trouble Aslam and Ammi any further. But it was raining outside and inspite of her best efforts , there was not a single cab who accepted the ride.
Meera knew it will be difficult for her to get accommodated in Aslam's house and hence she wanted to leave. They had only one bedroom and Ammi used to sleep on the bed and Aslam and Suleiman used to sleep on the floor. Now, Suleiman and Suraj have moved upstairs ; So now Meera has two options ..either sleep on the bed with Ammi or sleep on the floor with Aslam
Obviously, Meera being a guest can not sleep on the floor... So Ammi insisted that both she and Meera sleep on the bed and Aslam on the floor. Meera felt nauseated in the small crampy room which felt even more unbearable due to the strong smell of medicines . The medicines were due to Ammi's chronic illnesses and created a strong ugly odor in the room.
Ammi asked " Aree Meera yeh tight jeans pehenke kase raat ko manage karogi " Telling this ..she took out an old nighty of Farhana ( Aslam's wife) and gave it to Meera. Meera took it from Ammi , but she is never ever comfortable in someone else's dress. Plus the nighty had large yellow stains and appeared quite old. Just to keep Ammi happy, Meera took the dress from Ammi
" Beti..Bathroom p jaake yeh nighty pehenlo"
" Ha maaji..aap yeh dawai kha lijie aur so jaie..main chnage kar lungi " Meera had no intention to change , but still took the nighty and came out in the hall.
She whispered to Aslam " I cant wear this nighty Aslam Saab ...This has been already used by Farhana ..."
Aslam nodded and replied " Let me see if there is a brand new nighty she has kept anywhere "
Aslam searched a bit , but all the nighties he got were either already used or torn. Meera said " Its Okay..its just a matter of this night..I can manage with the jeans only "
" Are you sure ?"
" Yes ..I cant wear someone else's used stuff "
" Do you want to watch a movie now or are you sleepy ?" Aslam asked lighting a cigarette
" Hmm... Not exactly sleepy but feeling quite tired " Meera replied in an exhausted tone...
" Hmm I know its hot in Goa.... We take shower 4-5 times a day "
" Yes forget showers ..I cant even change my dress here " Meera replied playfully
" Hey no you can take shower now also... we have plenty of water stored "
Meera paused for a while and replied " Its not that Aslam..even I want to have a long shower... but I am sure your washroom is outside... how can I go outside for a shower ?"
Just like any other slums , Aslam had washroom outside his shanty . It was a common washroom typically used by other inhabitant of the slum as well.
" It wont be a problem ..women of the slum also bath there and they also have shower many times a day..and now its 12 AM ..every one is asleep ..so you wont face any problem"
Meera hesitated .. The whole slum reeked of a dirty garbage like smell and due to the occasional rains , there is muck everywhere around the slum. Meera could not imagine how she can take bath in that sort of washroom especially when she is used to bath tubs and fancy restrooms. But she has been sweating all day and no way she can sleep without showers.
Without any choice, Meera hesitantly followed Aslam to the common washroom. Aslam observed how Meera's fat ass jiggled as she walked through the muddy lane in front of the washroom. Slender waist and fat round ass is such a crazy combination - wondered Aslam. Meera was not very pissed off with the washroom. It was surprisingly clean and more surprisingly it had clean supply of water.
Aslam commented " The water will be only for 10 minutes more .. we need to hurry up "
" Oh is it ? Ok I will make it quick "
Meera felt a lot awkward after entering and closing the bathroom door. Because she could hear that Aslam had entered the washroom right next to her . Now, the design of the washrooms were typical how slum washrooms were. They were small and dingy and most importantly , there was not full cover between adjacent washrooms. To ensure proper ventilation, the connection between two washroom was not fully concretised meaning it is possible for someone to climb the wall and peep onto the other side.
Meera knew Aslam wont do anything so stupid , but still she felt shy as hell. She felt increasingly excited at the same time since she knew that both of them soon will be having showers totally naked !!!
Meera stood there still , still trying to come to terms with the turn of events. She could see that Aslam had stripped off her shirt , trousers and chaddi and put it on the wall on the side. Since the side wall is till a certain point, that is the only place to keep your clothes.
Soon , she heard Aslam pouring water on the other side . And then Aslam said " Madam start bathing... the water is already stopping..it will be for 5 more minutes"
Meera slowly stripped off her kurti and flung it on the wall... There is no way to prevent the person on the other side not know which all dresses the other has stripped off.
and then she slowly stripped off her jeans and stood only in Bra and panties like a lingerie model. She slowly kept her jeans as well on the side wall.
She could hear Aslam pouring water in full pace. ... There was a big mirror and Meera adjusted her hair in the mirror so that her hair does not get wet. She slowly stripped off her cream colored Bra and stood for a moment topless. Her Big firm breasts bounced out and flung open and her perky brown nipples were hard due to the latent excitement. Meera instinctively covered her breasts with both hands . She realized it was not only Aslam on the other washroom , but right next to the washroom there was a highway. She could hear voices on the other side and she knew it would be a Dhaba or something on the other side - anyone peeping from the Dhaba can actually see her NAKED !!
Thinking all this and due to the built up sexual tension, Meera could not make herself strip off her panties. She felt immensely turned on because of how things had turned out today. Especially the fact that she was so raunchily groped in full public by a stranger and that too in such a humiliating manner. And now she was just in panties , having showers in a cheap Slum bathroom with another man bathing right in the next bathroom. And the fear that many truck drivers can simply peep once and catch her naked.
Meera guessed it right. She was dripping wet and her panties were soaking. The whole event of the groping was badly unfolding in front of her. She never felt to excited getting violated. She was madly turned on and she was not able to control it. She feared Aslam would eventually know what she was upto. But she could not stop herself from putting her index finger right into her wet swollen cunt. Her entire body was reeling of pleasure. She knew Aslam was hearing it. She quickly turned on the tap. The sound of the running water can be a great shield.
She continued with vigorous fingering desperately trying to suppress the pleasure filled moans. She turned on the tap fully giving the impression that she is bathing. She vigorously made a rhythmic motion inside her wet cunt slightly sliding her already tiny panties sideways. Anyway , the panties were drenched all over with her juices. And with each motion , the raging sexual tension went down bit by bit.
Aslam was quick to observe that Meera's Bra was on the side walls but panties were not. He quietly finished bathing , dried him up and came out. His massive cock was still semi erect . He walked to his room.
Meera on the other hand was on the verge of climax ... It was a rare orgasm of pleasure which Meera seldom gets during fingering or even sex. Today was indeed different. She quickly cleaned her up and poured water on her exhausted pleasured NUDE body which had turned red in heat and pleasure.. the water cooled her off and brought her to senses . She was glad it was quickly over.
She slowly dried her up , stripped off her panties and wore the jeans without panties. She carefully wore the bra and then the Kurti and adjusted her hair in Buns. When she was coming out of the washroom, she saw few truck drivers around. She frooze for a second .." Were they peeping from the other side ?"
Their eyes hovered on Meera's ass and boobs , but they did not say anything
Meera quietly walked back to Aslam's room.
Meera and Aslam were stuck in the revenue office the entire day.
" Aslab Saab , leave out my work, let us just focus on getting Neha's paper signed today " Meera said frustrated with the kind of behavior the deputy Registrar put up
" Don't worry .Sahil's paper is upto date..I have managed everything... That thing will get signed tomorrow "
Meera smiled " Atleast something to cheer about "
It was evening and Meera was thinking of trying out some street shopping and then go to the beach. That's when she got a call on Mobile.
" Ms Meera Sharma ?"
" Yes... May I know who this is ?"
" Madam.. I am Phillip ... the warden of the football academy hostel..You need to come here ASAP .."
" Why what happened ? Are the boys okay ?"
" Yes everyone is safe... But you need to come here ASAP madam... This is something serious "
" Okay..but at least tell me mister..what's the issue ?"
" We will tell you in person... We are waiting for you in the academy building ground floor office ..Thank you "
Meera was taken aback at this sudden phone call...
"Aslam Saab ..I think I need to leave ..The football academy called me ..something serious they were saying "
" Okay.what happened ?"
" They were not saying anything..I dont know... "
" Do not go alone Meera ... You do not know if that was a prank "
" I cannot ignore this.. the person seemed genuine ..."
" Okay..then..Let me drop you in the bike "
"No.No Aslam saab that's not needed ...Anyway you helped me a lot since morning "
" But the academy you said in Mopa Right ? That's hardly a kilometre from my house .."
" Oh is it .... But you will get late ..Ammi must be waiting for dinner ?"
" We will make it quick ..come hop in " Aslam said after starting his bike
Meera felt slightly reassured since Aslam was with her. She adjusted her Kurti before entering the office building.
She was decently dressed in a full sleeved Kurti and Jeans , yet she got stared at by almost all men in the Registrar office. In the Registrar office, Meera and Aslam had gone together . The office had two wings - A & B. Meera went to the A wing to submit the papers for the NGO , while Aslam went to the B wing to submit for Neha's property.
Meera is used to dirty stares , but when she was standing in the queue to submit the paper, she felt the man standing behind her was trying to grope her ass. The man had already brushed against her big round ass in that tight denims a couple of times . Soon , the man was freely moving his thick large hands all over her ass and to his credit , the man was doing all this nonchalantly while talking to Meera. Meera realized the man had 2-3 accomplices on either side and they were cleverly guarding the view, hence the whole groping was actually not seen by any other person at all. Meera desperately wanted to raise an alarm , but his accomplices had guarded the view so intelligently, it would have been impossible for Meera to prove what the perverts were doing to her. The fact that Meera's kurti was a short one did not help her , in fact the short kurti completely gave away the beautiful round shape of Meera's ass. Meera tried her best to move sideways , but the main tormentor continued the act more fearlessly. To Meera's horror , the man by that time got his hands on her pantylines. He was expertly cupping Meera's jeans clad ass cheeks ; and Meera could feel this man had animal-like huge palms and the slow gradual movement startled her. Her Husband Ajay at times used to play with her ass when she would be cooking. But that playing was more like harakiri , almost how it felt when an amateur plays with ass. But this man was so different. He kept it gradual and cupped Meera's ass as much as possible with one single palm. Meera gulped down in fear, not understanding how she will run away since the accomplices have completely cornered her by now. Meera has not seen his face nor had the courage to turn and see his face, but she knew this man had bull-like raw power. And throughout this , the man was talking to Meera and Meera somehow was talking back to her tormentor. And then the man , slowly with almost no noise and without effort, thrusted his hand in front and reached out to Meera's jeans button on the front. And within microseconds, her jeans button was neatly unbuttoned. A flash of Meera's tiny cream colored thong panties was now visible , though nothing was visible from outside since the accomplice had completely shielded the view from others.
The Accomplice spoke for the first time " Look Ustad .. She is not any saint.. Just look at the fashionable panties this slut is wearing "
The main tormentor nodded " Hmm... Do one thing Munna .. See the top page of the application ..It will have Madam's home address and phone number..Click a picture quickly "
Meera realized what this was leading to. These goons were trying to capture her contact details so they can use her freely later. Meera somehow pushed the accomplice hard and quickly buttoned her jeans. The accomplice lost his balance and got his arms hit the wall. The public standing behind suddenly got startled at the commotion.
The shield that was created is now broken and Meera quickly rushed out from their clutches. An elderly man who was standing at the gate asked Meera worryingly " Beti... Is everything okay ? Are they not accepting the papers ?"
Meera tried to fake a smile " Yes Un..Uncle ..I have some work ..hence I had to go out "
Meera almost ran out of the A wing. Just she was superbly careful to ensure no one quite understands what just happened with her. The man had been enjoying her ass for barely 5 minutes or so, but it felt an eternity for Meera. Meera was amazed how much the tormentor ended up doing in less than 5 minutes. Yes, not even 5 minutes and the man had her jeans unbuttoned. She cursed herself for wearing tight denim jeans and tiny thong panties while coming here. But then who wears grandma cotton panties here in Goa ? And to be honest , the pair of denims were one of the most decent dresses she is carrying in the first place. She was actually not carrying any Salwar kameez. She obviously did not want to hang around in Salwar Kameez in Goa beaches. Being a tourist here, she realized these government offices are nothing but free roaming places for criminals and goondas. She could not believe how swiftly the man did what he did and that too in Broad daylight in a god damn fucking governemnt office queue., She was breathing heavily and quickly went to the female restroom . She ofcourse cant talk about this to Aslam and wondered what excuse she would give to him for not submitting the paper.
In front of Aslam, she tried to act as normal as possible. " Aslam actually the seal of the Registrar was missing , I could not submit the paper hence "
" Oh is it... Wait let me give you the seal .."
" Aslam if it would not be too much of a trouble ...can you please submit this please.. I have a headache... due to the heat ..I will wait for you in the AC restaurant .."
Aslam looked a bit perplexed , but was kind enough to pick the papers from Meera.
Its not uncommon for attractive Indian women to get their ass felt in crowded bus, trains or pubs. Meera had similar experience in the past too , but this man was different . Be his brute power, uncanny large chimpanzee like hands or simply his fearlessness and guts, Meera could not get that thing from her mind the whole day.
And hence even though she knew the football academy was a perfectly safe place, Meera wanted deep down Aslam to be there with her.
The man called Phillip was rude as hell. He was seating in the office with two of his men and openly drinking gallons of beer right in front of everyone.
And even on seeing Meera and Aslam, he did not offer them to seat and choose to blatantly ignore both of them . After 10 minutes , he called Meera
" Suraj Yadav .."
" Yes what about him ?" Meera asked irritatingly
" You have to take him away !"
" Why what happened ?"
" His scholarship is cancelled Madam..."
" What ? Why ?"
" We dont have any details...You see this communication ,,, we have to abide by that .." The main showed a printed letter to Meera
" What does this all means ?"
" We cant help it .."
" Look Mister Philips or whatever your name is..Suraj is a great footballer... Who sent this letter to you guys ?"
" From higher up Madam ..what can we do ?"
" This is wrong ... Is there someone I can talk to ?"
" No ..Suraj has already been informed ..We have thrown him out of the dormitory ... if you dont take him away we will throw him out of the academy .."
Aslam intervened " But his football matches ?"
Philip looked sarcastically at him
" Who are you ?"
Meera replied " He is my friend Mr. Aslam "
" Hmm..Okay So madam ..since you are telling so many times.. we can do one exception ... He can still play the matches but he will not be allowed in the hostel... He can stay outside somewhere..come for practice and matches and yes..nO free food ..he has to buy food from canteen "
Aslam whispered to Meera " Do not fight with them ..these guys are just following orders "
Meera looked at Aslam " So this is plain unfair ?"
Aslam replied " May be yes..but fighting with them will further make things worse "
" So..where will poor Suraj go now "
" My son Suleiman is also a footballer .. He can stay with us .."
" No way .. Are you serious ?"
" I know you will feel awkward... But this is the best option for Suraj and his football career ....Plus my house is just round the corner ..so he can easily come and practice without much stress !! "
" Yea.. True ..but Ammi is already ill ..How will you guys manage ?"
" We can manage ..Its for only for a week I suppose "
" I dont know what to say ..but do you really mean there wont be any problem for you or maaji ?"
Aslam nodded coldly
Suraj was already crestfallen with what happened . He was thrown out of the hostel in front of everyone and he was embarrassed as hell. Plus he did not know what was his fault - suddenly the sports authorities struck off his name.
But he bonded well with Suleiman . The modest slum house of Aslam was not much different from the NGO where Suraj was brought up. But in Suleiman , Suraj found a good friend. Aslam had only a one room kitchen shanty , so he asked Suleiman to take up the store room upstairs . Aslam brought a makeshift bed for Suleiman and Suraj and placed it in the upstairs room.
Ammi was happy to see Meera again. Meera bent to touch Ammi's feet and this time she was careful to tightly cover herself with a dupatta so that there was no cleavage show.
Ammi also saw that Meera this time had dressed more decently and had carefully covered her bosom with a dupatta. However , Ammi also saw how Meera's big round ass looked in her tight, expensive denim jeans. Ammi knew women in their slum never wore such expensive stylish jeans nor had such round meaty ass.
" Beti ..Kurti pe bahut khoobsurat lag rahi ho tum ..lekin Salwar kameez pehnoge to aur bhi khoobsurat lagoge "
Meera smiled " Haa maaji ..maine idhar salwar suit lai nahi..kal mall pe jaake 1-2 salwar kameez khareed lungi "
Meera largely wanted to ensure Suraj is comfortable in Aslam's house and then take a leave but obviously got late since Ammi insisted her to have dinner together.
After they all ate and chatted heartily, soon Meera saw it was almost 11:30 PM . Ammi did not want Meera to leave so late
" Beti ..itni raat hui ..Abhi hotel mat jaya karo ....."
Meera was still willing to go back to hotel . She did not want to trouble Aslam and Ammi any further. But it was raining outside and inspite of her best efforts , there was not a single cab who accepted the ride.
Meera knew it will be difficult for her to get accommodated in Aslam's house and hence she wanted to leave. They had only one bedroom and Ammi used to sleep on the bed and Aslam and Suleiman used to sleep on the floor. Now, Suleiman and Suraj have moved upstairs ; So now Meera has two options ..either sleep on the bed with Ammi or sleep on the floor with Aslam
Obviously, Meera being a guest can not sleep on the floor... So Ammi insisted that both she and Meera sleep on the bed and Aslam on the floor. Meera felt nauseated in the small crampy room which felt even more unbearable due to the strong smell of medicines . The medicines were due to Ammi's chronic illnesses and created a strong ugly odor in the room.
Ammi asked " Aree Meera yeh tight jeans pehenke kase raat ko manage karogi " Telling this ..she took out an old nighty of Farhana ( Aslam's wife) and gave it to Meera. Meera took it from Ammi , but she is never ever comfortable in someone else's dress. Plus the nighty had large yellow stains and appeared quite old. Just to keep Ammi happy, Meera took the dress from Ammi
" Beti..Bathroom p jaake yeh nighty pehenlo"
" Ha maaji..aap yeh dawai kha lijie aur so jaie..main chnage kar lungi " Meera had no intention to change , but still took the nighty and came out in the hall.
She whispered to Aslam " I cant wear this nighty Aslam Saab ...This has been already used by Farhana ..."
Aslam nodded and replied " Let me see if there is a brand new nighty she has kept anywhere "
Aslam searched a bit , but all the nighties he got were either already used or torn. Meera said " Its Okay..its just a matter of this night..I can manage with the jeans only "
" Are you sure ?"
" Yes ..I cant wear someone else's used stuff "
" Do you want to watch a movie now or are you sleepy ?" Aslam asked lighting a cigarette
" Hmm... Not exactly sleepy but feeling quite tired " Meera replied in an exhausted tone...
" Hmm I know its hot in Goa.... We take shower 4-5 times a day "
" Yes forget showers ..I cant even change my dress here " Meera replied playfully
" Hey no you can take shower now also... we have plenty of water stored "
Meera paused for a while and replied " Its not that Aslam..even I want to have a long shower... but I am sure your washroom is outside... how can I go outside for a shower ?"
Just like any other slums , Aslam had washroom outside his shanty . It was a common washroom typically used by other inhabitant of the slum as well.
" It wont be a problem ..women of the slum also bath there and they also have shower many times a day..and now its 12 AM ..every one is asleep ..so you wont face any problem"
Meera hesitated .. The whole slum reeked of a dirty garbage like smell and due to the occasional rains , there is muck everywhere around the slum. Meera could not imagine how she can take bath in that sort of washroom especially when she is used to bath tubs and fancy restrooms. But she has been sweating all day and no way she can sleep without showers.
Without any choice, Meera hesitantly followed Aslam to the common washroom. Aslam observed how Meera's fat ass jiggled as she walked through the muddy lane in front of the washroom. Slender waist and fat round ass is such a crazy combination - wondered Aslam. Meera was not very pissed off with the washroom. It was surprisingly clean and more surprisingly it had clean supply of water.
Aslam commented " The water will be only for 10 minutes more .. we need to hurry up "
" Oh is it ? Ok I will make it quick "
Meera felt a lot awkward after entering and closing the bathroom door. Because she could hear that Aslam had entered the washroom right next to her . Now, the design of the washrooms were typical how slum washrooms were. They were small and dingy and most importantly , there was not full cover between adjacent washrooms. To ensure proper ventilation, the connection between two washroom was not fully concretised meaning it is possible for someone to climb the wall and peep onto the other side.
Meera knew Aslam wont do anything so stupid , but still she felt shy as hell. She felt increasingly excited at the same time since she knew that both of them soon will be having showers totally naked !!!
Meera stood there still , still trying to come to terms with the turn of events. She could see that Aslam had stripped off her shirt , trousers and chaddi and put it on the wall on the side. Since the side wall is till a certain point, that is the only place to keep your clothes.
Soon , she heard Aslam pouring water on the other side . And then Aslam said " Madam start bathing... the water is already stopping..it will be for 5 more minutes"
Meera slowly stripped off her kurti and flung it on the wall... There is no way to prevent the person on the other side not know which all dresses the other has stripped off.
and then she slowly stripped off her jeans and stood only in Bra and panties like a lingerie model. She slowly kept her jeans as well on the side wall.
She could hear Aslam pouring water in full pace. ... There was a big mirror and Meera adjusted her hair in the mirror so that her hair does not get wet. She slowly stripped off her cream colored Bra and stood for a moment topless. Her Big firm breasts bounced out and flung open and her perky brown nipples were hard due to the latent excitement. Meera instinctively covered her breasts with both hands . She realized it was not only Aslam on the other washroom , but right next to the washroom there was a highway. She could hear voices on the other side and she knew it would be a Dhaba or something on the other side - anyone peeping from the Dhaba can actually see her NAKED !!
Thinking all this and due to the built up sexual tension, Meera could not make herself strip off her panties. She felt immensely turned on because of how things had turned out today. Especially the fact that she was so raunchily groped in full public by a stranger and that too in such a humiliating manner. And now she was just in panties , having showers in a cheap Slum bathroom with another man bathing right in the next bathroom. And the fear that many truck drivers can simply peep once and catch her naked.
Meera guessed it right. She was dripping wet and her panties were soaking. The whole event of the groping was badly unfolding in front of her. She never felt to excited getting violated. She was madly turned on and she was not able to control it. She feared Aslam would eventually know what she was upto. But she could not stop herself from putting her index finger right into her wet swollen cunt. Her entire body was reeling of pleasure. She knew Aslam was hearing it. She quickly turned on the tap. The sound of the running water can be a great shield.
She continued with vigorous fingering desperately trying to suppress the pleasure filled moans. She turned on the tap fully giving the impression that she is bathing. She vigorously made a rhythmic motion inside her wet cunt slightly sliding her already tiny panties sideways. Anyway , the panties were drenched all over with her juices. And with each motion , the raging sexual tension went down bit by bit.
Aslam was quick to observe that Meera's Bra was on the side walls but panties were not. He quietly finished bathing , dried him up and came out. His massive cock was still semi erect . He walked to his room.
Meera on the other hand was on the verge of climax ... It was a rare orgasm of pleasure which Meera seldom gets during fingering or even sex. Today was indeed different. She quickly cleaned her up and poured water on her exhausted pleasured NUDE body which had turned red in heat and pleasure.. the water cooled her off and brought her to senses . She was glad it was quickly over.
She slowly dried her up , stripped off her panties and wore the jeans without panties. She carefully wore the bra and then the Kurti and adjusted her hair in Buns. When she was coming out of the washroom, she saw few truck drivers around. She frooze for a second .." Were they peeping from the other side ?"
Their eyes hovered on Meera's ass and boobs , but they did not say anything
Meera quietly walked back to Aslam's room.
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