18-10-2025, 02:48 PM
Scene 4: The Researcher's True Intent
The next morning, the village was already stirring. Simran had woken early, feeling an energy she hadn't felt in months.
She finished her light breakfast and walked to the small window of her guest room, ostensibly to look at the scenery, but truly to observe the life of the village.
A small, knowing smile played on her lips.
She wasn't just here for the reproductive health of the villagers; she was here for her own primal needs, too. The village held a certain charm, the simple, lean, strong bodies of the men, the raw, unfiltered life. She was tired of the soft, overly manicured city life and the timid, young men who came with it. Her appetite had always been for older, more authoritative men, and a village Sarpanch was the perfect package.
She had felt the eyes on her when she arrived, especially Ramesh’s. The way his gaze lingered on her breasts and hips was not crude to her; it was a promise. She had deliberately chosen the thin saree and the no-bra look, knowing exactly what her body, large and full and fair, would do to the simple village men.
She watched a few women drawing water from the well, their movements graceful and strong. Then her eyes landed on the small, man-made pond just beyond the back of the houses, shaded by a few large trees.
And there was Ramesh.
He was standing waist-deep in the water, his dhoti wrapped tightly around his middle, the white cloth soaked and clinging to his strong, lean body. He was splashing water over his head, his broad shoulders and arms glistening in the morning sun. She noticed how the wet dhoti hugged his hips and thighs, leaving little to the imagination about what lay beneath. The thought that he was likely without underwear made her heart beat a little faster. This was the raw, primal sight she craved.
She couldn't stay inside. She needed to be closer, to test the boundaries she had established. She quickly picked up her water bottle, inventing a need for a walk. She left her room and followed the narrow path that led past the back gardens and right up to the edge of the pond.
As she reached the closest point, just a few feet from where Ramesh was submerged, she paused. She pretended to be looking at a flower, but her eyes were fixed on his form. She subtly adjusted the pallu of her saree. The light muslin, which was already dbangd loosely over her shoulders, slipped slightly, allowing the upper curve of her large, full breasts to press more visibly against the thin fabric of her blouse.
Ramesh had his back to her, but he must have sensed her presence. He slowly turned his head. His eyes locked onto her.
Simran: "Hello, Sarpanch-ji. You are taking bath out here in the open?" (Namaste, Sarpanch-ji. Aap yahan khule mein naha rahe hain?)
His gaze traveled instantly downwards, not to her face, but to the deep, enticing shadow of her cleavage, which was now more exposed thanks to her deliberate adjustment. He lingered there for a long moment before meeting her eyes again, a slow, predatory warmth entering his own.
Ramesh: "In village, we prefer sometimes to enjoy bath like this. The water is cool. It is good for the body. No need to hide from the sun." (Gaon mein, hum kabhi-kabhi is tarah naha kar mazaa lete hain. Paani thanda hai. Shareer ke liye accha hai. Sooraj se chhipne ki zaroorat nahi.)
He spoke slowly, his voice deep and wet from the water. Simran's eyes followed his gaze down to her chest, and then, brazenly, she let her eyes drop to his lower body, to the place where the wet cloth was tightly plastered against his skin. She saw the heavy outline of his cock and the obvious bulge it created under the cloth. She held the gaze for a second too long.
Ramesh: "And what are you doing here, Beti? The city girls usually hide from the sun and the dust." (Aur tum yahan kya kar rahi ho, Beti? Shehri ladkiyan toh aam taur par dhoop aur dhool se chhipti hain.)
Simran: (Smiling sweetly, but her eyes were full of hunger) "I am studying the nature of the village, Sarpanch-ji. I saw you and thought to ask about the pond. Is this water clean enough for the people to drink?" (Main gaon ke prakriti ka adhyayan kar rahi hoon, Sarpanch-ji. Maine aapko dekha aur socha ki is taalaab ke baare mein poochh loon. Kya yeh paani logon ke peene ke liye kaafi saaf hai?)
Ramesh: "Peene ke liye? No. This is for the men who need to cool their heat." (Peene ke liye? Nahi. Yeh toh garmi nikaalne waale mardon ke liye hai.)
He stood a little taller, splashing a bit of water onto his chest, the action drawing her eyes again to his wet, powerful frame.
Simran: "Ah, I see. So it cools the body's heat? That is interesting. We must talk about that for my research. How the climate affects the men’s desire." (Achha, main samajh gayi. Toh yeh shareer ki garmi ko thanda karta hai? Yeh dilchasp hai. Humein is baare mein mere research ke liye baat karni hogi. Kaise mausam mardon ki chahat par asar dalta hai.)
She took a small step closer to the water's edge. Simran looked down at the large, swelling outline under his dhoti again, and then back up to his eyes.
Ramesh: (His voice dropped, becoming a low growl) "The climate is hot, Beti. And my body is very hot right now. Do you want to study the desire of men so closely?" (Mausam garm hai, Beti. Aur mera shareer abhi bahut garm hai. Kya tum mardon ki chahat ka itni nazdeek se adhyayan karna chahti ho?)
With a sudden, deliberate movement, Ramesh reached down. His hand went to the knot of his soaking wet dhoti. He pulled it completely loose, letting the heavy, white cloth fall away from his waist and slide down to the water, pooling around his thighs.
He stood before her, the cold water keeping his massive, dark cock only semi-erect, but the sudden exposure was shocking and utterly mesmerizing. His hips were submerged, but the thick shaft, heavy and blunt, rose prominently from the murky water just above the surface.
Simran: (A sharp intake of breath, her eyes fixed on his exposed flesh) "Sarpanch-ji!" (Sarpanch-ji!)
Ramesh: "You want to study my system? Here is the engine of the Sarpanch. Take a good look. Does this look like a man whose heat is cooled ?" (Tum mere tantra ka adhyayan karna chahti ho? Yeh lo Sarpanch ka engine. Achhe se dekh lo. Kya yeh uss aadmi jaisa lagta hai jiski garmi thandi ho gayi ho ?)
He took a step towards her, the dhoti floating behind him. Simran didn't move an inch. Her eyes remained glued to the thick, powerful cock, her mind reeling from the raw, open display.
Simran: (Thinking to herself) Oh, I would love to take this in my mouth, these village people are so open and easy... He is so bold. This is exactly what I came for. This is my research. (Oh, main ise apne muh mein lena pasand karungi, yeh gaon ke log kitne khule aur aasaan hain... Yeh kitna himmatwala hai. Main isi liye toh aayi thi. Yahi mera shodh hai.)
Ramesh, seeing her wide, hungry eyes and the lack of immediate panic, smiled a dark, satisfied smile. He took another deliberate step, moving out of the pond, completely naked save for the wet cloth wrapped around his ankles. He began to walk towards a low, concrete porch where his dry towel lay.
Ramesh: "You are a very honest, Simran. I like that. We will continue this discussion tonight. Bring your notebook." (Tum ek bahut imandaar chhatra ho, Simran. Mujhe yeh pasand hai. Hum is charcha ko aaj raat jaari rakhenge. Apna notebook le aana.)
Simran: (Her voice was a little breathless, but steady) "Yes, Sarpanch-ji. I... I will be ready." (Haan, Sarpanch-ji. Main... main taiyar rahungi.)
He grabbed the towel and, with one last, intense look that promised everything, walked away, leaving Simran alone by the pond, her heart pounding a desperate rhythm against her full chest.
The next morning, the village was already stirring. Simran had woken early, feeling an energy she hadn't felt in months.
She finished her light breakfast and walked to the small window of her guest room, ostensibly to look at the scenery, but truly to observe the life of the village.
A small, knowing smile played on her lips.
She wasn't just here for the reproductive health of the villagers; she was here for her own primal needs, too. The village held a certain charm, the simple, lean, strong bodies of the men, the raw, unfiltered life. She was tired of the soft, overly manicured city life and the timid, young men who came with it. Her appetite had always been for older, more authoritative men, and a village Sarpanch was the perfect package.
She had felt the eyes on her when she arrived, especially Ramesh’s. The way his gaze lingered on her breasts and hips was not crude to her; it was a promise. She had deliberately chosen the thin saree and the no-bra look, knowing exactly what her body, large and full and fair, would do to the simple village men.
She watched a few women drawing water from the well, their movements graceful and strong. Then her eyes landed on the small, man-made pond just beyond the back of the houses, shaded by a few large trees.
And there was Ramesh.
He was standing waist-deep in the water, his dhoti wrapped tightly around his middle, the white cloth soaked and clinging to his strong, lean body. He was splashing water over his head, his broad shoulders and arms glistening in the morning sun. She noticed how the wet dhoti hugged his hips and thighs, leaving little to the imagination about what lay beneath. The thought that he was likely without underwear made her heart beat a little faster. This was the raw, primal sight she craved.
She couldn't stay inside. She needed to be closer, to test the boundaries she had established. She quickly picked up her water bottle, inventing a need for a walk. She left her room and followed the narrow path that led past the back gardens and right up to the edge of the pond.
As she reached the closest point, just a few feet from where Ramesh was submerged, she paused. She pretended to be looking at a flower, but her eyes were fixed on his form. She subtly adjusted the pallu of her saree. The light muslin, which was already dbangd loosely over her shoulders, slipped slightly, allowing the upper curve of her large, full breasts to press more visibly against the thin fabric of her blouse.
Ramesh had his back to her, but he must have sensed her presence. He slowly turned his head. His eyes locked onto her.
Simran: "Hello, Sarpanch-ji. You are taking bath out here in the open?" (Namaste, Sarpanch-ji. Aap yahan khule mein naha rahe hain?)
His gaze traveled instantly downwards, not to her face, but to the deep, enticing shadow of her cleavage, which was now more exposed thanks to her deliberate adjustment. He lingered there for a long moment before meeting her eyes again, a slow, predatory warmth entering his own.
Ramesh: "In village, we prefer sometimes to enjoy bath like this. The water is cool. It is good for the body. No need to hide from the sun." (Gaon mein, hum kabhi-kabhi is tarah naha kar mazaa lete hain. Paani thanda hai. Shareer ke liye accha hai. Sooraj se chhipne ki zaroorat nahi.)
He spoke slowly, his voice deep and wet from the water. Simran's eyes followed his gaze down to her chest, and then, brazenly, she let her eyes drop to his lower body, to the place where the wet cloth was tightly plastered against his skin. She saw the heavy outline of his cock and the obvious bulge it created under the cloth. She held the gaze for a second too long.
Ramesh: "And what are you doing here, Beti? The city girls usually hide from the sun and the dust." (Aur tum yahan kya kar rahi ho, Beti? Shehri ladkiyan toh aam taur par dhoop aur dhool se chhipti hain.)
Simran: (Smiling sweetly, but her eyes were full of hunger) "I am studying the nature of the village, Sarpanch-ji. I saw you and thought to ask about the pond. Is this water clean enough for the people to drink?" (Main gaon ke prakriti ka adhyayan kar rahi hoon, Sarpanch-ji. Maine aapko dekha aur socha ki is taalaab ke baare mein poochh loon. Kya yeh paani logon ke peene ke liye kaafi saaf hai?)
Ramesh: "Peene ke liye? No. This is for the men who need to cool their heat." (Peene ke liye? Nahi. Yeh toh garmi nikaalne waale mardon ke liye hai.)
He stood a little taller, splashing a bit of water onto his chest, the action drawing her eyes again to his wet, powerful frame.
Simran: "Ah, I see. So it cools the body's heat? That is interesting. We must talk about that for my research. How the climate affects the men’s desire." (Achha, main samajh gayi. Toh yeh shareer ki garmi ko thanda karta hai? Yeh dilchasp hai. Humein is baare mein mere research ke liye baat karni hogi. Kaise mausam mardon ki chahat par asar dalta hai.)
She took a small step closer to the water's edge. Simran looked down at the large, swelling outline under his dhoti again, and then back up to his eyes.
Ramesh: (His voice dropped, becoming a low growl) "The climate is hot, Beti. And my body is very hot right now. Do you want to study the desire of men so closely?" (Mausam garm hai, Beti. Aur mera shareer abhi bahut garm hai. Kya tum mardon ki chahat ka itni nazdeek se adhyayan karna chahti ho?)
With a sudden, deliberate movement, Ramesh reached down. His hand went to the knot of his soaking wet dhoti. He pulled it completely loose, letting the heavy, white cloth fall away from his waist and slide down to the water, pooling around his thighs.
He stood before her, the cold water keeping his massive, dark cock only semi-erect, but the sudden exposure was shocking and utterly mesmerizing. His hips were submerged, but the thick shaft, heavy and blunt, rose prominently from the murky water just above the surface.
Simran: (A sharp intake of breath, her eyes fixed on his exposed flesh) "Sarpanch-ji!" (Sarpanch-ji!)
Ramesh: "You want to study my system? Here is the engine of the Sarpanch. Take a good look. Does this look like a man whose heat is cooled ?" (Tum mere tantra ka adhyayan karna chahti ho? Yeh lo Sarpanch ka engine. Achhe se dekh lo. Kya yeh uss aadmi jaisa lagta hai jiski garmi thandi ho gayi ho ?)
He took a step towards her, the dhoti floating behind him. Simran didn't move an inch. Her eyes remained glued to the thick, powerful cock, her mind reeling from the raw, open display.
Simran: (Thinking to herself) Oh, I would love to take this in my mouth, these village people are so open and easy... He is so bold. This is exactly what I came for. This is my research. (Oh, main ise apne muh mein lena pasand karungi, yeh gaon ke log kitne khule aur aasaan hain... Yeh kitna himmatwala hai. Main isi liye toh aayi thi. Yahi mera shodh hai.)
Ramesh, seeing her wide, hungry eyes and the lack of immediate panic, smiled a dark, satisfied smile. He took another deliberate step, moving out of the pond, completely naked save for the wet cloth wrapped around his ankles. He began to walk towards a low, concrete porch where his dry towel lay.
Ramesh: "You are a very honest, Simran. I like that. We will continue this discussion tonight. Bring your notebook." (Tum ek bahut imandaar chhatra ho, Simran. Mujhe yeh pasand hai. Hum is charcha ko aaj raat jaari rakhenge. Apna notebook le aana.)
Simran: (Her voice was a little breathless, but steady) "Yes, Sarpanch-ji. I... I will be ready." (Haan, Sarpanch-ji. Main... main taiyar rahungi.)
He grabbed the towel and, with one last, intense look that promised everything, walked away, leaving Simran alone by the pond, her heart pounding a desperate rhythm against her full chest.
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