Misc. Erotica On the Day of Ayudha Pooja (COMPLETED)- By Novelist Casanova

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I rode the white Activa through the late morning streets, the yellow chiffon saree shifting over my thick thighs every time I slowed for a turn. The diamonds sat cool against my throat above my yellow blouse. Halfway to the temple I realised I had not brought my purse. For a second I thought of turning back. Then I kept going. It felt wrong to go home and come out again. I could pay the priest the next time.

I parked the Activa just inside the temple gate and walked in. The courtyard was quiet. No crowd. The old priest saw me from the inner steps and came forward at once. His eyes moved over me before his mouth did—over the yellow chiffon saree on my wide hips, over the diamonds, over the way my yellow blouse held my heavy breasts. The look was open.
“Sudha,” he said, smiling too widely. “You have come alone today. Where is your husband? Such a big advocate now, so successful. Why doesn’t he come to the temple anymore?”
He stepped closer than he needed to. I shifted the pallu and answered lightly.
“He is at home with the boys. I came because my father gifted me this Activa on my birthday. I wanted the pooja done for it today.”
“New vehicle,” he said, but his eyes stayed on my yellow blouse. “Very good. Come. First I will bless you.”
I took a small step back.
“It is all right, just the vehicle—”
He reached out and pulled me in before I could finish. His arms closed around me in a complete embrace, tight, right there in the empty courtyard. No one else was near. He pressed me fully against him. My heavy breasts flattened to his chest through my yellow blouse. His hands moved on my back at once, feeling me, palms sliding down over the yellow chiffon saree toward my waist and the top of my wide hips. I felt the hard shape of his boner push against my stomach through his dhoti, thick and unmistakable.
He began to murmur, then the sounds changed. Soft moans left him, low and helpless.
“Ahh… mmmh… ahh…”
His hips jerked in small tight movements against me. The boner in his dhoti rubbed harder. His breathing broke into more soft moans.
“Mmmh… ahh… Sudha… ahh…”
Then his whole body tightened. He groaned and moaned into my neck, arms locking around me, and I felt the sudden wet heat spread through the front of his dhoti as he came, pulsing against my soft stomach while the soft moans kept spilling from him, out of control.
“Ahhh… mmmh… ahh…”
When the last pulse faded I gently but firmly broke the embrace and stepped out of his arms. A bright, delighted happiness rose in me so suddenly I almost laughed. My large eyes shone. My full lips curved into a real smile. I felt light, pleased, strangely glad it had happened.
“Swami,” I said, voice warm and light, “I forgot my purse at home. I don’t have the money for the pooja with me today. I will bring it next time.”
He blinked, chest still rising, one hand half-covering the wet patch on his dhoti. Then he laughed, covering it.
“Money?” he said, glancing at the diamonds. “With a necklace like that you can pay me in stones if you want.”
I laughed too, the sound bright and happy, letting the joke sit between us.
“Next time,” I said, still smiling. “Today just bless the Activa.”
He nodded, still dazed and smiling, and walked with me to the scooter. He did the pooja there—kumkumam on the handlebar, flowers, a short aarti. I stood beside it, yellow chiffon saree neat again, the delighted feeling still warm in my chest. When he finished he looked at me once more, longer than necessary, then stepped back.
“It is done,” he said. “Ride safely.”
I thanked him, started the Activa, and rode out of the temple gate, still smiling, the morning feeling lighter than when I had arrived.