18-10-2025, 03:12 PM
Scene 5: The Dinner Arrangement
Simran prepared her clothing for dinner with a single-minded focus. She selected a saree with a lighter, almost sheer texture, and paired it with a low-cut blouse that plunged deep, revealing a significant curve of her upper cleavage. Her pallu was dbangd so minimally, more a suggestion of fabric than coverage, that it left her entire front, from neck to waist, on brazen display.
She walked into the main dining area where a low wooden table was set. Ramesh and Sunita were already seated.
Sunita: "Ah, Beti, come, sit. The food is hot. You must be hungry." (Ah, Beti, aao, baitho. Khana garm hai. Tumhe bhook lagi hogi.)
Simran walked to the table and, instead of taking the empty seat across from the Sarpanch, she moved around and deliberately sat next to Ramesh, placing her left arm nearly touching his right.
Ramesh had been looking down at his plate, but the sudden proximity of her body, the visual shock of the low-cut neck of her blouse just inches from his elbow, made him freeze. His eyes, dark and heavy, immediately dropped to the enticing view. The thin fabric strained across her full, heavy breasts, accentuating their shape perfectly. He could almost feel their warmth.
Ramesh: (clearing his throat, not looking at Sunita) "Yes, sit here. It is a little cramped, but closer to the food." (Haan, yahan baitho. Thoda tang hai, lekin khane ke zyada paas hai.)
Sunita, busy serving the dal into Simran’s bowl, barely noticed the shift.
Sunita: "Eat, Simran. This is simple village food, but it is made with fresh ingredients." (Khao, Simran. Yeh seedha-saadha gaon ka khana hai, lekin taazi cheezon se bana hai.)
Simran began to eat slowly, occasionally leaning slightly towards Ramesh to pick up a utensil, allowing her breast to brush lightly against his arm.
Simran: "Aunty, the food is delicious. Thank you." (Aunty, khana bahut swadisht hai. Shukriya.)
Ramesh leaned in, his mouth close to Simran’s ear, speaking just loud enough for her to hear over the sounds of eating.
Ramesh: "My wife has always been like that. She rarely understands the situation. She just does what I say. She cares more about the food than the guest." (Meri patni hamesha aisi hi rahi hai. Woh halaat ko mushkil se samajhti hai. Woh bas wahi karti hai jo main kehta hoon. Woh mehmaan se zyada khane ki parwah karti hai.)
Simran turned her head slightly towards him, her eye contact intense and full of shared conspiracy.
Simran: "I understand the situation, Sarpanch-ji. I saw you today. You were so open with me, I love that about you. It shows great honesty about your body and your work." (Main halaat samajhti hoon, Sarpanch-ji. Maine aapko aaj dekha. Aap mere saath kitne khule the, mujhe aapki yeh baat bahut pasand aayi. Yeh aapke jism aur aapke kaam ke baare mein kitni badi imandaari dikhata hai.)
Ramesh felt a sudden, powerful surge of heat. He lowered his voice even further, his eyes quickly darting to Sunita, who
was now preoccupied with stirring a pot on the stove.
Ramesh: "Oh, the morning bath? You liked that? You are a bold girl to stand and watch a man like that." (Oh, subah ka snan? Tumhe woh pasand aaya? Tum bahut himmatwali ladki ho ki ek aadmi ko aise khade hokar dekhti rahi.)
Simran: "I am a researcher, Sarpanch-ji. What I saw today... it makes me very excited. " (Main ek shodh karne wali hoon, Sarpanch-ji. Jo maine aaj dekha... usse main bahut utsuk hoon.)
Ramesh gripped the edge of the cot beneath the table, his knuckles white.
Ramesh: "My wife will finish eating soon." (Meri patni jaldi hi khana khatam kar degi.)
Simran paused, taking a slow sip of water, her eyes never leaving his. She then moved her left hand, slowly and deliberately, off her lap and down below the wooden table. Her fingers found the loose, hanging fabric of Ramesh’s dhoti. She felt the firm, long shape of his cock through the thin cotton.
Ramesh: (His voice trembled, catching in his throat) "Ngh! What are you doing?" (Ngh! Tum yeh kya kar rahi ho?)
Simran: (Whispering, leaning close to his ear) "Just doing a little research, Sarpanch-ji. (Bas thoda sa shuruaati shodh kar rahi hoon, Sarpanch-ji.)
Her fingers began to rub the shaft softly, gently stroking him through the wet fabric of his dhoti. Ramesh’s breathing grew ragged.
Ramesh: (Hissing through clenched teeth) "Stop... my wife... she will see..." (Ruko... meri patni... woh dekh legi...)
Simran ignored him, her strokes growing firmer, faster, her focus absolute. The dhoti fabric became taut as his erection surged under her touch, becoming fully erect—hard and thick.
Sunita: (Pushing her plate away, yawning loudly) "Oh, I am feeling sleepy. I am going inside to lie down. This village life makes you tired early." (Oh, mujhe neend aa rahi hai. Main andar jaa kar let-ti hoon. Yeh gaon ki zindagi jaldi thaka deti hai.)
Ramesh: (Relief flooded his face, his voice still shaky) "Yes, yes, go inside, Sunita. I will pick up the plates, don't worry. Simran and I still have to talk about something." (Haan, haan, andar jao, Sunita. Main bartan utha lunga, chinta mat karo. Simran aur mujhe abhi bhi kuch baat karni hai.)
Sunita nodded, stretched, and left the table, walking slowly inside and closing the door behind her.
As soon as the door clicked, Simran pulled her hand away from the throbbing cock and stared intensely into Ramesh's eyes.
Simran: "Sarpanch-ji, your cock is driving me crazy. I have never seen an old man's cock erect like this. It is like a piece of wood." (Sarpanch-ji, aapka lund mujhe pagal kar raha hai. Maine kabhi kisi boodhe aadmi ka khada lund aisa nahi dekha. Yeh toh lakdi ke tukde jaisa hai.)
Ramesh: (A satisfied, heavy breath) "Oh, love this. It is because of you, Simran. Your beautiful body has awakened this old man's hunger." (Oh, yeh pasand aaya. Yeh tumhari wajah se hai, Simran. Tumhare khoobsurat jism ne is boodhe aadmi ki bhookh jaga di hai.)
Simran: "You just relax, Sarpanch-ji. I will take over. Let me suck you now. You can't let your wife's food go to waste, so just sit still." (Aap bas aaram karo, Sarpanch-ji. Main sab sambhaal lungi. Ab mujhe aapko choosne do. Aap apni patni ka khana toh barbaad nahi kar sakte, isliye bas shaant baitho.)
Without waiting for a reply, Simran smoothly slid off the stool and onto her knees. The large table cloth that dbangd to the floor instantly shielded her from view. With a rustle of her saree, she was hidden.
Ramesh watched, mouth agape, as her head disappeared. A second later, the knot of his dhoti was swiftly undone, and the heavy fabric dropped further. Simran’s fair hand emerged from under the cloth for a moment, guiding the thick, throbbing length of his cock out of the confining fabric.
Ramesh: (A sudden, low groan as he felt her hot mouth close around him) "Ahhh, Beti... Maza aa gaya... You are a gift." (Ahhh, Beti... Maza aa gaya... Tum ek tohfa ho.)
Simran began to give a blowjob to the Sarpanch, her mouth working skillfully under the shield of the dinner table. Ramesh could only sit on the cot, clutching the edge of the table, his eyes squeezed shut, a low, guttural sound escaping his lips as he enjoyed the village Sarpanch’s private, late-night research session.
Simran prepared her clothing for dinner with a single-minded focus. She selected a saree with a lighter, almost sheer texture, and paired it with a low-cut blouse that plunged deep, revealing a significant curve of her upper cleavage. Her pallu was dbangd so minimally, more a suggestion of fabric than coverage, that it left her entire front, from neck to waist, on brazen display.
She walked into the main dining area where a low wooden table was set. Ramesh and Sunita were already seated.
Sunita: "Ah, Beti, come, sit. The food is hot. You must be hungry." (Ah, Beti, aao, baitho. Khana garm hai. Tumhe bhook lagi hogi.)
Simran walked to the table and, instead of taking the empty seat across from the Sarpanch, she moved around and deliberately sat next to Ramesh, placing her left arm nearly touching his right.
Ramesh had been looking down at his plate, but the sudden proximity of her body, the visual shock of the low-cut neck of her blouse just inches from his elbow, made him freeze. His eyes, dark and heavy, immediately dropped to the enticing view. The thin fabric strained across her full, heavy breasts, accentuating their shape perfectly. He could almost feel their warmth.
Ramesh: (clearing his throat, not looking at Sunita) "Yes, sit here. It is a little cramped, but closer to the food." (Haan, yahan baitho. Thoda tang hai, lekin khane ke zyada paas hai.)
Sunita, busy serving the dal into Simran’s bowl, barely noticed the shift.
Sunita: "Eat, Simran. This is simple village food, but it is made with fresh ingredients." (Khao, Simran. Yeh seedha-saadha gaon ka khana hai, lekin taazi cheezon se bana hai.)
Simran began to eat slowly, occasionally leaning slightly towards Ramesh to pick up a utensil, allowing her breast to brush lightly against his arm.
Simran: "Aunty, the food is delicious. Thank you." (Aunty, khana bahut swadisht hai. Shukriya.)
Ramesh leaned in, his mouth close to Simran’s ear, speaking just loud enough for her to hear over the sounds of eating.
Ramesh: "My wife has always been like that. She rarely understands the situation. She just does what I say. She cares more about the food than the guest." (Meri patni hamesha aisi hi rahi hai. Woh halaat ko mushkil se samajhti hai. Woh bas wahi karti hai jo main kehta hoon. Woh mehmaan se zyada khane ki parwah karti hai.)
Simran turned her head slightly towards him, her eye contact intense and full of shared conspiracy.
Simran: "I understand the situation, Sarpanch-ji. I saw you today. You were so open with me, I love that about you. It shows great honesty about your body and your work." (Main halaat samajhti hoon, Sarpanch-ji. Maine aapko aaj dekha. Aap mere saath kitne khule the, mujhe aapki yeh baat bahut pasand aayi. Yeh aapke jism aur aapke kaam ke baare mein kitni badi imandaari dikhata hai.)
Ramesh felt a sudden, powerful surge of heat. He lowered his voice even further, his eyes quickly darting to Sunita, who
was now preoccupied with stirring a pot on the stove.
Ramesh: "Oh, the morning bath? You liked that? You are a bold girl to stand and watch a man like that." (Oh, subah ka snan? Tumhe woh pasand aaya? Tum bahut himmatwali ladki ho ki ek aadmi ko aise khade hokar dekhti rahi.)
Simran: "I am a researcher, Sarpanch-ji. What I saw today... it makes me very excited. " (Main ek shodh karne wali hoon, Sarpanch-ji. Jo maine aaj dekha... usse main bahut utsuk hoon.)
Ramesh gripped the edge of the cot beneath the table, his knuckles white.
Ramesh: "My wife will finish eating soon." (Meri patni jaldi hi khana khatam kar degi.)
Simran paused, taking a slow sip of water, her eyes never leaving his. She then moved her left hand, slowly and deliberately, off her lap and down below the wooden table. Her fingers found the loose, hanging fabric of Ramesh’s dhoti. She felt the firm, long shape of his cock through the thin cotton.
Ramesh: (His voice trembled, catching in his throat) "Ngh! What are you doing?" (Ngh! Tum yeh kya kar rahi ho?)
Simran: (Whispering, leaning close to his ear) "Just doing a little research, Sarpanch-ji. (Bas thoda sa shuruaati shodh kar rahi hoon, Sarpanch-ji.)
Her fingers began to rub the shaft softly, gently stroking him through the wet fabric of his dhoti. Ramesh’s breathing grew ragged.
Ramesh: (Hissing through clenched teeth) "Stop... my wife... she will see..." (Ruko... meri patni... woh dekh legi...)
Simran ignored him, her strokes growing firmer, faster, her focus absolute. The dhoti fabric became taut as his erection surged under her touch, becoming fully erect—hard and thick.
Sunita: (Pushing her plate away, yawning loudly) "Oh, I am feeling sleepy. I am going inside to lie down. This village life makes you tired early." (Oh, mujhe neend aa rahi hai. Main andar jaa kar let-ti hoon. Yeh gaon ki zindagi jaldi thaka deti hai.)
Ramesh: (Relief flooded his face, his voice still shaky) "Yes, yes, go inside, Sunita. I will pick up the plates, don't worry. Simran and I still have to talk about something." (Haan, haan, andar jao, Sunita. Main bartan utha lunga, chinta mat karo. Simran aur mujhe abhi bhi kuch baat karni hai.)
Sunita nodded, stretched, and left the table, walking slowly inside and closing the door behind her.
As soon as the door clicked, Simran pulled her hand away from the throbbing cock and stared intensely into Ramesh's eyes.
Simran: "Sarpanch-ji, your cock is driving me crazy. I have never seen an old man's cock erect like this. It is like a piece of wood." (Sarpanch-ji, aapka lund mujhe pagal kar raha hai. Maine kabhi kisi boodhe aadmi ka khada lund aisa nahi dekha. Yeh toh lakdi ke tukde jaisa hai.)
Ramesh: (A satisfied, heavy breath) "Oh, love this. It is because of you, Simran. Your beautiful body has awakened this old man's hunger." (Oh, yeh pasand aaya. Yeh tumhari wajah se hai, Simran. Tumhare khoobsurat jism ne is boodhe aadmi ki bhookh jaga di hai.)
Simran: "You just relax, Sarpanch-ji. I will take over. Let me suck you now. You can't let your wife's food go to waste, so just sit still." (Aap bas aaram karo, Sarpanch-ji. Main sab sambhaal lungi. Ab mujhe aapko choosne do. Aap apni patni ka khana toh barbaad nahi kar sakte, isliye bas shaant baitho.)
Without waiting for a reply, Simran smoothly slid off the stool and onto her knees. The large table cloth that dbangd to the floor instantly shielded her from view. With a rustle of her saree, she was hidden.
Ramesh watched, mouth agape, as her head disappeared. A second later, the knot of his dhoti was swiftly undone, and the heavy fabric dropped further. Simran’s fair hand emerged from under the cloth for a moment, guiding the thick, throbbing length of his cock out of the confining fabric.
Ramesh: (A sudden, low groan as he felt her hot mouth close around him) "Ahhh, Beti... Maza aa gaya... You are a gift." (Ahhh, Beti... Maza aa gaya... Tum ek tohfa ho.)
Simran began to give a blowjob to the Sarpanch, her mouth working skillfully under the shield of the dinner table. Ramesh could only sit on the cot, clutching the edge of the table, his eyes squeezed shut, a low, guttural sound escaping his lips as he enjoyed the village Sarpanch’s private, late-night research session.
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