Adultery Rich, hot, haughty married women trapped by old dirty cunning care taker (completed)

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Roopa completed her quote and mailed to the client. As she fell down on the ground along with Narsingh while fixing the switch board, her body aches started appearing again. She had slipped on the oily floor yesterday night and before she could fully recover from that pain, again this incident happened. Over phone she consulted her family doctor. He said that the pain was arthritic in nature and there was no cure for this. Not satisfied with that answer, she consulted an ayurvedic doctor from procto app over phone. He prescribed an herbal medicine and advised her to have an oil massage in her back every day for 3-4 days. He said that she should better get it done by someone who knows massaging fairly well.



Roopa liked his advice, but who would do that for her?  Who else ? Narsingh is there who is a certified masseur as per him and Lakshmi.  A woman masseur would have been better but in this remote area its difficult to find a lady masseur. So without any hesitation she has fixed on Narsingh who actually did some work on her body yesterday night when she fell down on the slippery floor. Whatever he did seemed to work and also he is familiar with these herbal medicine

The time was around 4 PM and every body else has gone for site seeing.  She called Narsingh over phone and asked him to come. The old wily cunning watch man came and stood in silence folding his hands and with his head down and said sorry for the accidental fall from the stool. She laughed it off and said “Narsingh , I badly need a massage, you said you are aware of herbal medicine and some tantric massage that would cure all my body pains right , can you do that now ?”

Narsingh was not able to control his joy but putting up a boring face he said “madam, yes I can do it. But it will take half hour to go to that ashrama  where I have complete set up. I would suggest we do it in a proper set up than in this guest house”

Roopa looked at the watch.. Still there is enough day light to go and come back. Anyway I need to trust him, no other choice. Roopa told “ok Narsingh let me get my stuff, we will do it in a proper place with all the arrangements”. Narsingh told her what to get.

Roopa came back in few minutes with her stuff. While getting ready to leave, Narsingh asks “Madam, should you prefer to take Lakshmi along with you?”. Roopa says not needed as she trusts him.

While walking along with Narsingh she was blushing, she could not imagine she would be getting massage from a man that too such low class ugly looking old man.  



They reached the hut which is on a small hill, the atmosphere is so quite there with the cross ventilation through the windows and pleasant aroma of nature mixed with the special dhoop sticks.  The sun is about to set and the birds are returning back to their destination.  Roopa liked that tranquil , natural  set up.

Narsingh went inside the hut which has a small bath tub, he filled the tub with warm water , roses, some herbal oil and lit the candles.

Narsingh asked madam to first take bath while he would be waiting outside setting up the massage table. He handed her special herbal soap and some lotion.

Roopa went inside, saw the bath tub and was very much excited about the whole set up. Definitely she wanted to come back for a more relaxing experience and even recommend Mandakini to come here



Roopa came out wrapped in white towel, Narsingh looked at her (from here on he would display his split personality.. outside a professional masseur and inside a voyeur ogling her beauty and voluptuous figure)

Such a high class married voluptuous proud woman will be touched, caressed, kneaded, pressed, mauled and finally fingered by this old rotten face full of pimples and red blisters ? Narsingh couldn’t believe his luck and god is kind to him , just laying his hands on such soft pinkish skin itself is a big blessing but the setup would be to take it beyond that… thanks to Lakshmi who counselled her to get her body massage done by this old man who is a super hero to several sex starved village woman. For a moment he felt sorry for Lakshmi as he couldn’t bang her during lunch time as he wanted to lay his hand on these beautiful city sluts… sorry these are nor some cheap whores.. these are all high class billionaire proud ladies . Narsingh’s mind is working over time. Now time for his body also to do its duty



“memsaab, are you ready for the massage?”

“haa..” , she doesn’t know what to wear , most of the massages she has got done in the city she was asked to wear the white towel she would always carry with her.

“memsaab, please wear a lose dress instead of being in the towel”

 

Roopa liked this idea of being in a dress than a white towel in front of this old man. Even though she convinced herself to be touched by this old man, she would never compromise on her dignity and royal upbringing. These cheap frills are to be done mechanically, you make me happy old man, I will pay you enough and we both would walk out as if nothing happened. Even though this is a massage to take care of her pains, any man touching her body, she wouldn’t compromise on her dignity. 

As instructed by Narsingh, she went inside and wore pink color cotton saree with a matching blouse. She loves to put on pink dresses as that suit her fair complexion very well.  She was asked to sit on the floor.




Narsingh sat behind her and loosened her lovely long, black hair and let it fall on the floor in a cascade. He started applying hair oil onto her hair. The whole room got filled up with the sweet fragrance of the hair oil. He praised her long hair and caringly applied oil to her scalp and then put his fingers through the strands of her hair. When Narsingh was massaging her scalp, she was trying to imagine how would he massage her back? 



Do I have to remove my blouse? Oh, No! She just shuddered to think that. Otherwise, how, she wondered, would he massage her back? She had a strange mixture of nervousness, shyness, uneasiness and what not! her heart began to throb as he was about to complete the massage with hair oil.

Narsingh applied the massage oil on his both palms and applied them on her forehead. She wondered why he was massaging her there, as she never had any pain in that region. Narsingh told her that massage is good for the body and it shouldn't be restricted to the pain region alone. Actually, a good massage should always start from the top - which what his trainer had told him. He gently massaged her forehead and then her cheeks and chin. He softly applied oil on the bridges of her nose and even cared to apply a bit of oil to her nostril openings. She relaxed and enjoyed what he was doing. He massaged her lips as well. After that his hands came close to her ears.

He removed her earrings. With a pair of Johnson buds, he carefully cleaned the interior of her ear and applied oil in every part of her external ear. Her body was put to rest. It was so relaxing, so enjoyable. Roopa wanted him to continue with her face for some more time, but Narsingh surely had more things to do. Narsingh's fingers slowly approached her neck. She was wearing a mangalsutra (a kind of gold necklace with black beads - a sign of married Indian ladies) and perhaps that was causing a bit of hindrance to his massage. He asked her if she would remove her mangalsutra. Unlike other Indian ladies, Roopa is free from any prejudice and she willingly unhooked that from her neck.




Narsingh took it from her and carefully put it on the bedside desk. He could then massage her throat and the neck region without any obstruction. After this, Narsingh took her right palm in his hand and gently rubbed it with his palm. Then he individually massaged each of her fingers. He was doing everything with such a great care that she had a great feeling of liking from within. He repeated the same things with her left palm. He was all the time talking to her and that must have helped in making the atmosphere easy. She was having pink nail polish on her nails. Narsingh smiled and joked, "memsaab, everything is pink for you today."  Roopa understood the double meaning in it but kept quite



With the oil on it, those were glittering. The next item of massage was surely her hands. Narsingh removed all her bangles from her hand.  He then rubbed her hands with force, sometimes pressing and kneading. She could sense that her blood flow was increasing and she was feeling hot, even though the ceiling fan was revolving right above her head. Narsingh gathered greater and greater strength and continued to massage her hands up to the elbows for some more time. Her blouse was covering rest of her hands.




When his fingers moved above her elbows, he softly whispered in her ears, "memsaab,   your blouse please”. Roopa guessed because of his shyness he couldn't complete the sentence, but she could clearly get the signal that he wanted her blouse removed. Although, she was under this tension for a long time before her massage, when the moment came, she was so much engrossed in the massage that she didn't hesitate to remove it. She unbuttoned the blouse from the front and Narsingh helped her to take it out of her hands. She had a bra inside and she covered the exposed parts of her back with the pallu (the upper part) of her saree.

Narsingh's fingers could now freely move above her elbows, right up to her shoulder joints and arm pits. He was saying that her hands were too soft and massaged them with greater strength and energy. She was having increased blood circulation and wanted him to continue the massage in this manly way. He then rubbed her shoulders and uncovered her pallu to the extent that he could completely massage the upper area of her back. He asked her how she was feeling. She admitted that the massage was bringing great comforts to her and he was surely doing a great job. While he was massaging her back and especially her pain region, she suddenly felt that all her pain had suddenly gone.

It was just incredible. She was deeply engrossed and she didn't even bothered to protest, as Narsingh's trembling fingers unhooked her brassier strap at the back. GOD! She was never prepared for this. Narsingh slowly removed her bras, as she tried to protect her boobs with her saree. The old watch man was sitting behind her and could freely massage all over her bare back. He started gently with her spinal cord and the regions around it and massaged with force when he came to the sides of her back. At one stage, she felt that his fingers were quite close to her breasts.

She was wondering what would happen, if his fingers accidentally touched her breasts! The moment this fear came to her mind, her heart started throbbing. She was torn between embarrassment and arousal. She realized she was getting horny - her face was getting red, her eyes were burning, her pulse rate was increasing and she started getting a sexy sensation between her legs. She knew that given the class difference between them, Narsingh would never dare to touch her there. But, somehow, at that moment, all her sexual desires, which were absent for the past few months got revived. She desperately wanted a male hand to touch her there. For the first time, she dared to have a dirty fantasy of old ugly watch man  grabbing her breasts. GOD! What am I doing? Am I forgetting all social norms and taboos? Am I still in my senses?

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