26-06-2025, 07:07 PM
Title : garbage collector Fucked me - 2
I came down and stepped on the road. Brahma-kumaries, gents and ladies in white robes, had already started their morning walk around the lake.
I walked north, took a narrow path and climbed the hill and went behind a rock.
I sat down lifting my saree and skirt. After relieving me of my bowels, I moved a bit forward and started washing my ass with the water I carried in the bottle.
Only then I noticed him, the young follower, standing on the high platform of the nearby rock-garden, watching me intently. I felt shy and covered my head and of course the other uncovered parts. I left immediately and went straight into my hut.
I went behind my hut and washed myself behind an enclosure. Drying out myself I entered back into my hut. I woke up my daughter, made her ready and gave her some roti to eat.
All these activities would have taken me an hour. But when I came out of my hut I could see him, that young man, standing there near the bridge. I was alarmed.
I hesitated first, but made up my mind to face him. When I stepped on the road, over the bridge, I threw a glimpse at him. He met mine with a piercing stare. Something got snapped inside me.
I didn’t go to the town, where I intended to go, but walked on the opposite direction. As I expected he was behind me.
After five minutes walk I took a diversion and went in to the hilly terrain behind some bushes. He took some time, to avoid others observations, and arrived at my side.
“Kya hai ji ? (What is it?)” I questioned him annoyingly, “Kya chaahiye? (What do you want?)”
He was off guarded. He blinked at me pathetically as a fool. I felt a bit sorry for my rudeness.
“I don’t know. I have no intentions” he answered me in Hindi. “You have a great structure. That’s all I can see. You draw me like a magnet. That’s all I can say.”
I didn’t know whether I was appalled or delighted, but I said in vexation, “Can’t you see that I am a dirty rag picker.”
But, best things in life come from worse background.” He announced, boldly.
His eyes were grazing at my body. I felt as if I was naked. But the point is that I experienced a hot wave through my body and a wetness welling up in between my thighs.
Seven years, since we left city ,’ I reckoned, ‘Thought of sex never crossed our mind. Now this rascal had rekindled it.
I took aside the ‘pallu’ of my ‘saree’ to sponge out the perspiration on my face. It exposed the jutting of my breasts in my tight fitting blouse. He looked eagerly at my exposure. His right hand moved to his crotch and pushed down something there.
That, when I observed stirred my body hot, further increasing my juices to flow. I became more anxious then. I didn’t want to lose him.
Tg : hydguy1
Gmail : hydhotguy31
I came down and stepped on the road. Brahma-kumaries, gents and ladies in white robes, had already started their morning walk around the lake.
I walked north, took a narrow path and climbed the hill and went behind a rock.
I sat down lifting my saree and skirt. After relieving me of my bowels, I moved a bit forward and started washing my ass with the water I carried in the bottle.
Only then I noticed him, the young follower, standing on the high platform of the nearby rock-garden, watching me intently. I felt shy and covered my head and of course the other uncovered parts. I left immediately and went straight into my hut.
I went behind my hut and washed myself behind an enclosure. Drying out myself I entered back into my hut. I woke up my daughter, made her ready and gave her some roti to eat.
All these activities would have taken me an hour. But when I came out of my hut I could see him, that young man, standing there near the bridge. I was alarmed.
I hesitated first, but made up my mind to face him. When I stepped on the road, over the bridge, I threw a glimpse at him. He met mine with a piercing stare. Something got snapped inside me.
I didn’t go to the town, where I intended to go, but walked on the opposite direction. As I expected he was behind me.
After five minutes walk I took a diversion and went in to the hilly terrain behind some bushes. He took some time, to avoid others observations, and arrived at my side.
“Kya hai ji ? (What is it?)” I questioned him annoyingly, “Kya chaahiye? (What do you want?)”
He was off guarded. He blinked at me pathetically as a fool. I felt a bit sorry for my rudeness.
“I don’t know. I have no intentions” he answered me in Hindi. “You have a great structure. That’s all I can see. You draw me like a magnet. That’s all I can say.”
I didn’t know whether I was appalled or delighted, but I said in vexation, “Can’t you see that I am a dirty rag picker.”
But, best things in life come from worse background.” He announced, boldly.
His eyes were grazing at my body. I felt as if I was naked. But the point is that I experienced a hot wave through my body and a wetness welling up in between my thighs.
Seven years, since we left city ,’ I reckoned, ‘Thought of sex never crossed our mind. Now this rascal had rekindled it.
I took aside the ‘pallu’ of my ‘saree’ to sponge out the perspiration on my face. It exposed the jutting of my breasts in my tight fitting blouse. He looked eagerly at my exposure. His right hand moved to his crotch and pushed down something there.
That, when I observed stirred my body hot, further increasing my juices to flow. I became more anxious then. I didn’t want to lose him.
Tg : hydguy1
Gmail : hydhotguy31
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