08-12-2025, 05:41 PM
CHAPTER 9 :
The next few days, the interaction between Sima and Nilu had increased. Sima would be seen most of the time now checking her mobile and typing. Instagram was the most used app by Sima nowadays. Nilu would even find time to message her while being in college and attending lectures. Sima liked the attention and replied to his messages while at work.
Sima felt she has unlocked a new side of her. Being an introvert all her life, she had previously never engaged in the social practice known as ‘chatting ‘. Yet, here she was chatting with Nilu who also is an awkward and introvert. Somehow, it felt natural to Sima now. During her college and college days she avoided this habit but now she felt a connection to it.
She enjoyed the simple messages from Nilu, describing his day and activities. She even enjoyed his constant bickering about her coming home during the Durga puja. She felt a certain level of control on someone else and it excited her.
As another boring and uneventful day was coming to an end at her work, Sima got up to get ready to leave. She noticed Moti was still there.
“Ready to leave madam? “ , asked Moti.
Sima noticed that he did not have the usual smile and usually his eyes would be fixed on her body, but today he was looking at her, a less excited and concerned stare. She noticed he frequently glanced at her phone which she was holding.
“ Yes Moti ji , just getting ready to leave …… Is there anything wrong? “ , Sima asked a little tentatively.
Moti shook his head and headed over to close down the showroom.
Sima knew that, she had been a little distant to Moti for the past few days. She had been a little to busy with her phone. Moti also didn’t try anything new after the ‘pantie incident ‘ .
As Sima and Moti exited the closed showroom and moved towards their vehicle, Sima received a message on her phone from Nilu, she paused to reply. When she looked up , Moti was looking at her with the same concerned look.
Sima felt she needed to know the reason and went over to him .
“Moti ji .. tell me what’s the problem? You seem bothered by something. “ , she asked, looking at him, her voice calm and friendly.
Moti looked a little awkward, he was not looking at her anymore. He just croaked, “No… no madam ji , everything is fine. “
That was a lie and Sima knew it. She wanted to know what was on his mind, what he was not telling. She also knew, how to get that information out of him also.
Moti was just about to get on his bike when Sima came towards him and said, “Let’s drink some beer Moti ji . It’s been a long time since; I had a beer. “
“Now, madam ji? You sure? “, Moti asked, he looked more confused now.
“Obviously now, you know any place? “ , she asked, her mind already planning out the next steps.
After around 15 mins, Moti and Sima arrived in front of a road side food joint. It was, situated a little off the main road. The board read, ‘Tasty Dhaba ‘. It looked shabby and empty. It was like a shack, with few tables and benches laid out side. There was no sign of any customers, there was just one elderly guy sitting inside the shop with headphones on, and his eyes fixed on the Mobile screen.
The owner seemed a little deaf and also Sima suspected he was having poor eyesight owing to his age. With a bit of raised voice, Moti managed to convey his message and the owner, ‘Khalid miya ‘soon appeared with a few bottles of beer.
Sima and Moti, took seats on one of the tables outside which was covered by a thin layer of dust.
Moti gave Sima, an apologetic smile and said, “Khalid Miya owns a farm land and runs this ‘dhaba’ , I have known him many years. He lives alone and does not care much about maintaining this place madam. Not many people come here, but he always keeps beer stock for me and, I like this quiet place.”
“Nothing to worry Moti ji , I like this natural ambiance “, replied Sima. In fact, it was perfect for what she had in mind.
Khalid Miya opened the beer bottles and placed a plate of hot chicken kababs on the table. He smiled and hurried back inside the shop. Putting on his headphones he resumed watching his phone.
“He seems more interested in watching movies, rather than handling this business.” , Sima chuckled as she sipped beer.
Moti sighed, “Yes madam ji, he gets irritated if he misses even 5 mins of his daily serials, he just keeps this ‘dhaba’ as a timepass.”
Time passed by , as both of them ate the kababs and drank beer. Sima sat facing towards the road, her back towards the shop. Opposite to her Moti was quietly drinking.
Sima felt the beer slowly taking effect, she opened one more bottle and this time poured on two beer mugs. She handed one to Moti and said, “Cheers “.
She did not like this version of Moti and she felt now was the time to dig deep and understand what was in his mind. Encouraged, by the light breeze and the light intoxication of the beer, she glanced towards the dhaba . Khalid Miya was sitting on a chair, his legs propped on another chair. Headphone on his ears and eyes glued on his mobile. GOOD!
Sima was wearing a sky blue, formal shirt and black trousers. She raised her arms and untied her hair and let it loose.
Sitting across her Moti was looking at her with interest. Sima, continued on and slowly unbuttoned the topmost button of her shirt.
“Even though, the breeze is good, but its quite hot, isn’t it Moti ji “ , she asked looking towards him in a casual tone, but her heart skipped a beat looking at his expression.
Moti’s eyes were fixed on her cleavage, hungry and lusty.
“ Yes , madam ji “ , came his croaky voice.
Mentally, Sima smiled, there was no sound anywhere and everything was silent. Sima lowered her fingers and reached another button.
Moti waited in anticipation, and was rewarded, Sima’s deep cleavage was in full view, fair and glistening with sweat. Sima leaned forward a little and tugged on her shirt from both sides.
The result was a portion of her white bra was now visible.
Moti was now openly staring at her chest, all other thoughts forgotten, a glazed look on his eyes, as if in a trance.
Sima gave a few moments and suddenly pulled her shirt together and crossed her arms in front.
Sima was satisfied seeing the disappointment on his face. ‘This is what you get for hiding from me ‘ , she thought on her mind.
“Oh! You are still interested in me? I thought you already found some one new “ , her voice was shrill and tone sarcastic.
Moti was looking at her with round eyes and a dumbfounded expression. His lips moved a few times but no sound came out, just like a fish out of water.
Sima, felt a wild satisfaction and a rage of some sort. But she also noticed the frown on Moti’s face. As he spoke, there was pain and jealousy mixed in his voice.
“You are the one who found a boyfriend madam, not me, you are the one was ignoring me.” , came the words from Moti’s mouth.
Sima fell from sky , boyfriend? What is he talking about?
“No … no …. You are the one who was ignoring “, she retorted back and sipped her beer mug. She pulled out her mobile and showed the screen to Moti. “This is my little cousin with whom I was chatting, I don’t have a boyfriend and I like to keep it that way.”
Moti’s expression relaxed a little bit. His mind felt a little clear and heart a little light.
“ But… but… you are always chatting and smiling …. And … and you seem happy … so … I …. “ , Moti blabbered, the beer taking effect now.
Sima groaned, “Oh! , that doesn’t mean, I have a boyfriend and I am chatting with him … and even … even if … that was the case … why should .. it bother …… “ , her voice trailed off . She did not know how to convey what was on her mind and her heart beat faster than ever.
Moti was looking embarrassed, he drank some more and said in a low voice, “ I thought… you got a boyfriend …. So now you won’t …. Want me too…. Do …. Those …. things “.
“Did, I ever ask you to stop? “, came Sima’s question.
She felt her heart fluttering. She glanced at Moti, who shook his head.
Both of them sat in silence, both embarrassed. Sima, knew it was not entirely Moti’s fault. She also did not give much attention to him and her recent engagement on her mobile was sufficient reason for him to think like that.
There was silence for another few minutes.
“ I guess we both … ahm … misjudged the situation Moti ji ….” , she spoke softly but clearly.
“ Yes madam ji …. “ , came his reply.
Sima looked at him and was pleased to find that he was also looking at her … not her chest but her eyes.
Sima blushed … that lustful gaze now mixed with sincerity, inspired her to say more.
Her voice, came as a soft breeze, “Moti ji … you are free to …. Keep on doing … as you like.”
Sima’s heart beat like a drum as she watched Moti slowly rise from his chair and come around the table towards her. He sat quietly beside her.
Sima waited staring at her beer mug between her hands.
“Madamji … I like to do many things … with you …. “ , his husky voice sent a shiver down Sima’s spine.
Tentatively she asked, “What kind of things? …. Moti ji? “ .
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The answer came late but impactful.
“Dirty … things …. madam ji … only seen in videos … that kind …” , his reply was short but precise and it lit a fire in Sima’s crotch.
“Yes…. Whatever .. you like.”, she said in an excited whisper.
“In office also… daily?”, Moti’s husky tone barely managed to hide the excitement.
She just nodded. ‘What kind of ‘dirty things’, did Moti have in his mind?’, the thought excited her.
She finished her remaining beer in one gulp, a little bit spilled on her chest, mostly cleavage. Her cleavage now wet with beer and sweat.
Sima bit her lips as she saw his lusty gaze fixed upon her wet shirt and cleavage.
Moti quickly leaned forward, keeping his eyes on her. Sima watched as his face came close to her cleavage and a red tongue dart out. She felt the thick, muscular tongue give a quick lick.
She giggled, it felt ticklish but also exciting. Moti also gave a short laugh.
“The beer tastes better off your body madamji “ , he claimed proudly as he poured more beer and filled the two mugs.
“ Eh … that was a mistake and I spilled …..” , Sima stopped talking abruptly.
Moti was looking at the beer mug and then to her .
“Want to try something madamji?” , his voice was low and filled with excitement. His eyes glinting.
Was this one of his dirty things idea?
Sima looked at her watch. 7:45 pm, plenty of time. She looked around at the shop and was surprised to find Khalid Miya with his head tilted backwards, eyes closed, mouth slightly opened, peacefully snoring in deep sleep on his chair. The mobile still playing some video, lay forgotten beside him.
It was safe … even if not … who can resist .. Clearly Sima could not.
Sima nodded and Moti went to work immediately. With one swift motion his finger rolled up her bra and her boobs popped free.
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“Look at these juicy mangoes “, he rumbled slowly. “It’s a crime to keep them locked behind a bra “
Moti grabbed one of her boobs and squeezed.
“ Aaaah ….. aaaaaah …. Yeeees . “ , Sima closed her eyes and moaned.
Moti looked at her as his hand kneaded her soft mounds.
Panting, Sima watched as Moti finally let go of her boob and then bring his beer mug closer to her.
Sima felt a cold shiver as Moti tipped his mug and a small amount of chilled beer poured on her chest and boobs. She only could get a glimpse of her nipple , now erect and wet due to the cold beer .
Moti pounced forward like a wolf .
Only a small gasp escaped from Sima’s throat as she felt her boob enter Moti’s mouth. She felt his teeth biting down on her soft flesh, his tongue mercilessly brushing her nipple from every angle and his deep sucking.
“ AAAAAAAHhhhhh …. Wowwww….. “ , Sima moaned her eyes rolling. The stimulation was too much, the ecstasy to powerful. She relished this feeling.
Sima jerked abruptly as she felt the chilled beer again poured on her other breast, and right on cue Moti’s mouth was now sucking on it .
This kept on going for another few minutes and Sima could only moan.
Finally, Moti, straightened up with a satisfied smile on his face and proudly said, “As , I told madam ji , the beer becomes tastier when it’s licked from your body.”
“ Uffff … what nonsense .. “ , retorted back Sima, but she could not hide the cherry red blush on her face. She could not help but smile. She could not stop feeling proud of her self as she looked down to her breasts, filled with semi circular bite marks, wet with beer and Moti’s saliva, the nipple hard and erect.
But their time was up . Both Sima and Moti jumped like a shell-shocked cat as they heard a loud ‘AAAAACCCHOOOOO’ . Looking towards the shop they found old Khalid Miya rocking on his chair with violent sneezes. He was awake!
Moti sprang up , swayed a little, regained his balance and shielded Sima from view as Sima, started hurriedly buttoning her shirt.
The next few days, the interaction between Sima and Nilu had increased. Sima would be seen most of the time now checking her mobile and typing. Instagram was the most used app by Sima nowadays. Nilu would even find time to message her while being in college and attending lectures. Sima liked the attention and replied to his messages while at work.
Sima felt she has unlocked a new side of her. Being an introvert all her life, she had previously never engaged in the social practice known as ‘chatting ‘. Yet, here she was chatting with Nilu who also is an awkward and introvert. Somehow, it felt natural to Sima now. During her college and college days she avoided this habit but now she felt a connection to it.
She enjoyed the simple messages from Nilu, describing his day and activities. She even enjoyed his constant bickering about her coming home during the Durga puja. She felt a certain level of control on someone else and it excited her.
As another boring and uneventful day was coming to an end at her work, Sima got up to get ready to leave. She noticed Moti was still there.
“Ready to leave madam? “ , asked Moti.
Sima noticed that he did not have the usual smile and usually his eyes would be fixed on her body, but today he was looking at her, a less excited and concerned stare. She noticed he frequently glanced at her phone which she was holding.
“ Yes Moti ji , just getting ready to leave …… Is there anything wrong? “ , Sima asked a little tentatively.
Moti shook his head and headed over to close down the showroom.
Sima knew that, she had been a little distant to Moti for the past few days. She had been a little to busy with her phone. Moti also didn’t try anything new after the ‘pantie incident ‘ .
As Sima and Moti exited the closed showroom and moved towards their vehicle, Sima received a message on her phone from Nilu, she paused to reply. When she looked up , Moti was looking at her with the same concerned look.
Sima felt she needed to know the reason and went over to him .
“Moti ji .. tell me what’s the problem? You seem bothered by something. “ , she asked, looking at him, her voice calm and friendly.
Moti looked a little awkward, he was not looking at her anymore. He just croaked, “No… no madam ji , everything is fine. “
That was a lie and Sima knew it. She wanted to know what was on his mind, what he was not telling. She also knew, how to get that information out of him also.
Moti was just about to get on his bike when Sima came towards him and said, “Let’s drink some beer Moti ji . It’s been a long time since; I had a beer. “
“Now, madam ji? You sure? “, Moti asked, he looked more confused now.
“Obviously now, you know any place? “ , she asked, her mind already planning out the next steps.
After around 15 mins, Moti and Sima arrived in front of a road side food joint. It was, situated a little off the main road. The board read, ‘Tasty Dhaba ‘. It looked shabby and empty. It was like a shack, with few tables and benches laid out side. There was no sign of any customers, there was just one elderly guy sitting inside the shop with headphones on, and his eyes fixed on the Mobile screen.
The owner seemed a little deaf and also Sima suspected he was having poor eyesight owing to his age. With a bit of raised voice, Moti managed to convey his message and the owner, ‘Khalid miya ‘soon appeared with a few bottles of beer.
Sima and Moti, took seats on one of the tables outside which was covered by a thin layer of dust.
Moti gave Sima, an apologetic smile and said, “Khalid Miya owns a farm land and runs this ‘dhaba’ , I have known him many years. He lives alone and does not care much about maintaining this place madam. Not many people come here, but he always keeps beer stock for me and, I like this quiet place.”
“Nothing to worry Moti ji , I like this natural ambiance “, replied Sima. In fact, it was perfect for what she had in mind.
Khalid Miya opened the beer bottles and placed a plate of hot chicken kababs on the table. He smiled and hurried back inside the shop. Putting on his headphones he resumed watching his phone.
“He seems more interested in watching movies, rather than handling this business.” , Sima chuckled as she sipped beer.
Moti sighed, “Yes madam ji, he gets irritated if he misses even 5 mins of his daily serials, he just keeps this ‘dhaba’ as a timepass.”
Time passed by , as both of them ate the kababs and drank beer. Sima sat facing towards the road, her back towards the shop. Opposite to her Moti was quietly drinking.
Sima felt the beer slowly taking effect, she opened one more bottle and this time poured on two beer mugs. She handed one to Moti and said, “Cheers “.
She did not like this version of Moti and she felt now was the time to dig deep and understand what was in his mind. Encouraged, by the light breeze and the light intoxication of the beer, she glanced towards the dhaba . Khalid Miya was sitting on a chair, his legs propped on another chair. Headphone on his ears and eyes glued on his mobile. GOOD!
Sima was wearing a sky blue, formal shirt and black trousers. She raised her arms and untied her hair and let it loose.
Sitting across her Moti was looking at her with interest. Sima, continued on and slowly unbuttoned the topmost button of her shirt.
“Even though, the breeze is good, but its quite hot, isn’t it Moti ji “ , she asked looking towards him in a casual tone, but her heart skipped a beat looking at his expression.
Moti’s eyes were fixed on her cleavage, hungry and lusty.
“ Yes , madam ji “ , came his croaky voice.
Mentally, Sima smiled, there was no sound anywhere and everything was silent. Sima lowered her fingers and reached another button.
Moti waited in anticipation, and was rewarded, Sima’s deep cleavage was in full view, fair and glistening with sweat. Sima leaned forward a little and tugged on her shirt from both sides.
The result was a portion of her white bra was now visible.
Moti was now openly staring at her chest, all other thoughts forgotten, a glazed look on his eyes, as if in a trance.
Sima gave a few moments and suddenly pulled her shirt together and crossed her arms in front.
Sima was satisfied seeing the disappointment on his face. ‘This is what you get for hiding from me ‘ , she thought on her mind.
“Oh! You are still interested in me? I thought you already found some one new “ , her voice was shrill and tone sarcastic.
Moti was looking at her with round eyes and a dumbfounded expression. His lips moved a few times but no sound came out, just like a fish out of water.
Sima, felt a wild satisfaction and a rage of some sort. But she also noticed the frown on Moti’s face. As he spoke, there was pain and jealousy mixed in his voice.
“You are the one who found a boyfriend madam, not me, you are the one was ignoring me.” , came the words from Moti’s mouth.
Sima fell from sky , boyfriend? What is he talking about?
“No … no …. You are the one who was ignoring “, she retorted back and sipped her beer mug. She pulled out her mobile and showed the screen to Moti. “This is my little cousin with whom I was chatting, I don’t have a boyfriend and I like to keep it that way.”
Moti’s expression relaxed a little bit. His mind felt a little clear and heart a little light.
“ But… but… you are always chatting and smiling …. And … and you seem happy … so … I …. “ , Moti blabbered, the beer taking effect now.
Sima groaned, “Oh! , that doesn’t mean, I have a boyfriend and I am chatting with him … and even … even if … that was the case … why should .. it bother …… “ , her voice trailed off . She did not know how to convey what was on her mind and her heart beat faster than ever.
Moti was looking embarrassed, he drank some more and said in a low voice, “ I thought… you got a boyfriend …. So now you won’t …. Want me too…. Do …. Those …. things “.
“Did, I ever ask you to stop? “, came Sima’s question.
She felt her heart fluttering. She glanced at Moti, who shook his head.
Both of them sat in silence, both embarrassed. Sima, knew it was not entirely Moti’s fault. She also did not give much attention to him and her recent engagement on her mobile was sufficient reason for him to think like that.
There was silence for another few minutes.
“ I guess we both … ahm … misjudged the situation Moti ji ….” , she spoke softly but clearly.
“ Yes madam ji …. “ , came his reply.
Sima looked at him and was pleased to find that he was also looking at her … not her chest but her eyes.
Sima blushed … that lustful gaze now mixed with sincerity, inspired her to say more.
Her voice, came as a soft breeze, “Moti ji … you are free to …. Keep on doing … as you like.”
Sima’s heart beat like a drum as she watched Moti slowly rise from his chair and come around the table towards her. He sat quietly beside her.
Sima waited staring at her beer mug between her hands.
“Madamji … I like to do many things … with you …. “ , his husky voice sent a shiver down Sima’s spine.
Tentatively she asked, “What kind of things? …. Moti ji? “ .
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The answer came late but impactful.
“Dirty … things …. madam ji … only seen in videos … that kind …” , his reply was short but precise and it lit a fire in Sima’s crotch.
“Yes…. Whatever .. you like.”, she said in an excited whisper.
“In office also… daily?”, Moti’s husky tone barely managed to hide the excitement.
She just nodded. ‘What kind of ‘dirty things’, did Moti have in his mind?’, the thought excited her.
She finished her remaining beer in one gulp, a little bit spilled on her chest, mostly cleavage. Her cleavage now wet with beer and sweat.
Sima bit her lips as she saw his lusty gaze fixed upon her wet shirt and cleavage.
Moti quickly leaned forward, keeping his eyes on her. Sima watched as his face came close to her cleavage and a red tongue dart out. She felt the thick, muscular tongue give a quick lick.
She giggled, it felt ticklish but also exciting. Moti also gave a short laugh.
“The beer tastes better off your body madamji “ , he claimed proudly as he poured more beer and filled the two mugs.
“ Eh … that was a mistake and I spilled …..” , Sima stopped talking abruptly.
Moti was looking at the beer mug and then to her .
“Want to try something madamji?” , his voice was low and filled with excitement. His eyes glinting.
Was this one of his dirty things idea?
Sima looked at her watch. 7:45 pm, plenty of time. She looked around at the shop and was surprised to find Khalid Miya with his head tilted backwards, eyes closed, mouth slightly opened, peacefully snoring in deep sleep on his chair. The mobile still playing some video, lay forgotten beside him.
It was safe … even if not … who can resist .. Clearly Sima could not.
Sima nodded and Moti went to work immediately. With one swift motion his finger rolled up her bra and her boobs popped free.
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“Look at these juicy mangoes “, he rumbled slowly. “It’s a crime to keep them locked behind a bra “
Moti grabbed one of her boobs and squeezed.
“ Aaaah ….. aaaaaah …. Yeeees . “ , Sima closed her eyes and moaned.
Moti looked at her as his hand kneaded her soft mounds.
Panting, Sima watched as Moti finally let go of her boob and then bring his beer mug closer to her.
Sima felt a cold shiver as Moti tipped his mug and a small amount of chilled beer poured on her chest and boobs. She only could get a glimpse of her nipple , now erect and wet due to the cold beer .
Moti pounced forward like a wolf .
Only a small gasp escaped from Sima’s throat as she felt her boob enter Moti’s mouth. She felt his teeth biting down on her soft flesh, his tongue mercilessly brushing her nipple from every angle and his deep sucking.
“ AAAAAAAHhhhhh …. Wowwww….. “ , Sima moaned her eyes rolling. The stimulation was too much, the ecstasy to powerful. She relished this feeling.
Sima jerked abruptly as she felt the chilled beer again poured on her other breast, and right on cue Moti’s mouth was now sucking on it .
This kept on going for another few minutes and Sima could only moan.
Finally, Moti, straightened up with a satisfied smile on his face and proudly said, “As , I told madam ji , the beer becomes tastier when it’s licked from your body.”
“ Uffff … what nonsense .. “ , retorted back Sima, but she could not hide the cherry red blush on her face. She could not help but smile. She could not stop feeling proud of her self as she looked down to her breasts, filled with semi circular bite marks, wet with beer and Moti’s saliva, the nipple hard and erect.
But their time was up . Both Sima and Moti jumped like a shell-shocked cat as they heard a loud ‘AAAAACCCHOOOOO’ . Looking towards the shop they found old Khalid Miya rocking on his chair with violent sneezes. He was awake!
Moti sprang up , swayed a little, regained his balance and shielded Sima from view as Sima, started hurriedly buttoning her shirt.
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