03-01-2019, 11:09 PM
Finally, it was all coming to the end. For the final part, Yatin chose a brightly lit road to walk hand in hand with Richa. She was looking a bit exhausted but continued running with the flow. “We will come back in about 15 minutes”, he promised me and disappeared in the crowd along with Richa. She was definitely the center of attraction of the crowd and men were absolutely stopping to take a look at her. Yatin was probably enjoying it as he would frequently pull her closer to her and was walking with his hand around her waist all the time. He even had Richa put her hand around him as they walked. I and Shiva waited for them to return and those were really long 15 minutes. Finally, we saw them returning. Yatin was probably making up the last few minutes as we saw him now kissing her in open. Everyone was looking stunned and Richa was uncomfortable too. But finally it was all over.
They were rather disappointed to bid adieu but we had to return home. "Thanks Bharat, it was an amazing experience!", they both admitted and thanked Richa also. When we got into the taxi ourselves, it was really tensed. Richa sipped a few drops of water and remain seated close to me. I kept looking outside, there were so many things running through either of our minds. We didn't utter a single word the whole time. The slightly cold breeze of night was making Richa feel sleepy after the hardworking evening she had. She grabbed my hand firmly and went to sleep. "I am sorry darling", she tried to speak as we got down of the vehicle and were walking back to the apartment. "Shhhshhhh!", I stopped her. "I love you more than ever!", I told her kissed her forehead. That was good enough to bring the cute smile back on her face. Not to mention, we had a great night to conclude.
Hello everyone! Hope you all are doing fine! I am back with another story of Richa. This doesn’t contain a lot of banging and hardcore but it was indeed a fun thing! It happened while Richa was with a group of oldies (yes, they were all above 60’s). No offense to anyone, just enjoy the story!
Richa and the oldies
It was a cloudy afternoon in August when it was raining heavily since morning. I had managed to go to office while Richa was alone at home. As the rains were increasing, the usual waterlogging problems started resurfacing along the low lying areas. Our area wasn’t an exception and water was climbing up real fast. There were lot of small houses (bungalow types) around out building and they were in the danger of getting waterlogged. A lot of people from those areas started taking refuge in our society for the fear that water levels might continue increasing.
It was 2 pm in the afternoon but it was dark like late evening. The rains were only increasing and it was enough to concern people and the authorities. A lot of offices were asking employees to leave early and people were trying to rush back to home adding to the chaotic situation. There were a lot of people gathered below our society also. A few families on the lower floors were kind enough to accommodate many of the women and children in the crowd. Richa also noticed a group of people stranded below and called them over to our house. There were about 7-8 men, 3-4 women and a few children. They all were seated in our living room and Richa arranged some towels to dry themselves and made some tea also. They were really glad and appreciated her help. Some of them went downstairs to gauge if the water level were receding. Most of them were old parents of working men and women staying in those hereditary houses
One of the men who had stayed back was shivering even after drying his body. It was evident; they were still wearing those drenched clothes and with their age, they were bound to catch cold and shivering. Most of them were in similar situations but this old man (Mr. Gada) was particularly shivering bad. “Gada uncle, do you want to change those clothes?”, Richa asked him. She offered him my clothes and asked him to change into them until his clothes were dry. He was little reluctant at first but his friends also asked him to change into as he was really shivering. Mr. Gada uncle quickly changed into my track pant and shirt. He was still not better though, so Richa asked him to sleep and take a blanket in our bedroom. The others (Mr. Nagarkar, Mr. Naidu, Mr. Gupta, Mr. Kadam and Mr. Das) were somewhat concerned with Mr. Gada’s condition deteriorating with the cold and shivering. Everyone was also concerned about their families and grandchildren and was trying to ensure the safety of them.
Mr. Gada was now resting in our bedroom and Mr. Nagarkar and Mr. Kadam were rubbing his palms to make him little comfortable. Richa gave him another cup of tea and some refreshment but there was still no improvement. Richa was standing beside the bed while Mr. Nagarkar and Mr. Kadam were sitting on the bed either side of Mr. Gada and Mr. Gupta and Mr. Naidu were resting in the living room. Mr. Gupta was having shivering too but it was not as bad as Mr. Gada and Mr. Naidu was trying to help him out.
“Should we try calling a doctor?” Mr. Kadam asked Mr. Nagarkar. Mr. Nagarkar stepped out to call their regular doctor’s number. Richa meanwhile replaced Mr. Nagarkar and started rubbing Mr. Gada’s palms. She realized that his body temperature was quickly dropping and his shivering was increasing. She decided to pass her body’s heat to him by rubbing his chest and arms. Mr. Gada was about 65 year’s old man and Richa was simply trying to help him but the fact remained that he was a stranger man and the woman was Richa. She did best to remain professional however it seemed Mr. Gada was enjoying the touches of her smooth hands and was trying to get more. The fact that it was helping him feel better didn’t raise any suspicion as Richa continued rubbing his arms and chest. It was not the best feeling for her as he was wrinkled and hairy. But it was a different experience and different thrill definitely. However, she tried to step away as soon as Mr. Nagarkar returned to the scene. “I am unable to get to Doctor and I don’t know if he can really come down”, said Mr. Nagarkar. “I will try again. Could you please continue Richa?”, he asked her.
They were rather disappointed to bid adieu but we had to return home. "Thanks Bharat, it was an amazing experience!", they both admitted and thanked Richa also. When we got into the taxi ourselves, it was really tensed. Richa sipped a few drops of water and remain seated close to me. I kept looking outside, there were so many things running through either of our minds. We didn't utter a single word the whole time. The slightly cold breeze of night was making Richa feel sleepy after the hardworking evening she had. She grabbed my hand firmly and went to sleep. "I am sorry darling", she tried to speak as we got down of the vehicle and were walking back to the apartment. "Shhhshhhh!", I stopped her. "I love you more than ever!", I told her kissed her forehead. That was good enough to bring the cute smile back on her face. Not to mention, we had a great night to conclude.
Hello everyone! Hope you all are doing fine! I am back with another story of Richa. This doesn’t contain a lot of banging and hardcore but it was indeed a fun thing! It happened while Richa was with a group of oldies (yes, they were all above 60’s). No offense to anyone, just enjoy the story!
Richa and the oldies
It was a cloudy afternoon in August when it was raining heavily since morning. I had managed to go to office while Richa was alone at home. As the rains were increasing, the usual waterlogging problems started resurfacing along the low lying areas. Our area wasn’t an exception and water was climbing up real fast. There were lot of small houses (bungalow types) around out building and they were in the danger of getting waterlogged. A lot of people from those areas started taking refuge in our society for the fear that water levels might continue increasing.
It was 2 pm in the afternoon but it was dark like late evening. The rains were only increasing and it was enough to concern people and the authorities. A lot of offices were asking employees to leave early and people were trying to rush back to home adding to the chaotic situation. There were a lot of people gathered below our society also. A few families on the lower floors were kind enough to accommodate many of the women and children in the crowd. Richa also noticed a group of people stranded below and called them over to our house. There were about 7-8 men, 3-4 women and a few children. They all were seated in our living room and Richa arranged some towels to dry themselves and made some tea also. They were really glad and appreciated her help. Some of them went downstairs to gauge if the water level were receding. Most of them were old parents of working men and women staying in those hereditary houses
One of the men who had stayed back was shivering even after drying his body. It was evident; they were still wearing those drenched clothes and with their age, they were bound to catch cold and shivering. Most of them were in similar situations but this old man (Mr. Gada) was particularly shivering bad. “Gada uncle, do you want to change those clothes?”, Richa asked him. She offered him my clothes and asked him to change into them until his clothes were dry. He was little reluctant at first but his friends also asked him to change into as he was really shivering. Mr. Gada uncle quickly changed into my track pant and shirt. He was still not better though, so Richa asked him to sleep and take a blanket in our bedroom. The others (Mr. Nagarkar, Mr. Naidu, Mr. Gupta, Mr. Kadam and Mr. Das) were somewhat concerned with Mr. Gada’s condition deteriorating with the cold and shivering. Everyone was also concerned about their families and grandchildren and was trying to ensure the safety of them.
Mr. Gada was now resting in our bedroom and Mr. Nagarkar and Mr. Kadam were rubbing his palms to make him little comfortable. Richa gave him another cup of tea and some refreshment but there was still no improvement. Richa was standing beside the bed while Mr. Nagarkar and Mr. Kadam were sitting on the bed either side of Mr. Gada and Mr. Gupta and Mr. Naidu were resting in the living room. Mr. Gupta was having shivering too but it was not as bad as Mr. Gada and Mr. Naidu was trying to help him out.
“Should we try calling a doctor?” Mr. Kadam asked Mr. Nagarkar. Mr. Nagarkar stepped out to call their regular doctor’s number. Richa meanwhile replaced Mr. Nagarkar and started rubbing Mr. Gada’s palms. She realized that his body temperature was quickly dropping and his shivering was increasing. She decided to pass her body’s heat to him by rubbing his chest and arms. Mr. Gada was about 65 year’s old man and Richa was simply trying to help him but the fact remained that he was a stranger man and the woman was Richa. She did best to remain professional however it seemed Mr. Gada was enjoying the touches of her smooth hands and was trying to get more. The fact that it was helping him feel better didn’t raise any suspicion as Richa continued rubbing his arms and chest. It was not the best feeling for her as he was wrinkled and hairy. But it was a different experience and different thrill definitely. However, she tried to step away as soon as Mr. Nagarkar returned to the scene. “I am unable to get to Doctor and I don’t know if he can really come down”, said Mr. Nagarkar. “I will try again. Could you please continue Richa?”, he asked her.
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