05-01-2019, 03:50 PM
Shyam, Savita Bhabi & Kajal Ch. 11
Mumbai's long, hot & humid summer continued to unfold lazily, making everyone sweaty & enervated, eagerly waiting for the rains to come. Savita's hubby Kantibhai was off on another of his long business tours. Kajal's stay in Mumbai was drawing to a close. Paperwork for her Saudi visa was getting done one by one. Soon she would have to go to her new home in Rajkot and wait for her ticket to Saudi Arabia to join her husband Suresh. Shyam as usual was busy with his night-time job in his factory…
One evening at around sunset, Shyam left his home to go out for an evening stroll & dinner, after which he would commute to his factory & report for work. As usual, Savita's main door was open. Shyam saw some movement inside through the latticed steel security door & rang the doorbell.
Savita was in the bedroom, nursing her baby. Kajal had just returned home after a busy day running errands & shopping. She had just washed her face & was about to change into a comfortable housecoat when the doorbell rang. Her heart somersaulted & face lit up when she saw Shyam.
"Shyam Bhaiya! Aaiye na!!"
"Shyam Bhaiya! Do come in!!" She trilled in her clear, bell like voice as she opened the door & ushered him in.
"Main ek minute mein aati hoon."
"I'll be back in a minute." She excused herself, ran inside & surveyed herself in the mirror.
She wore a short, white, snug fitting kameez made from thin, light, muslin ideally suited for the hot, muggy summer weather. Since the kameez was almost translucent, she additionally wore a half slip underneath, to preserve her modesty. She also wore a comfortable, lacy bra. The hem of her kameez reached just a few inches below her crotch & the side slits started above the hip level, almost at the waist. The neck line was shaped like a wine glass; a bit narrow at the top, flaring out into a rounded curve as it plunged low enough to allow the cleavage and the rounded tops of her plump bosom to peep out, but not so low as to look cheap or sluttish. The kameez was secured with three pretty little buttons that ran down where the stem of the wineglass would be located. The neckline was trimmed with a daintily embroidered floral pattern. The sleeves were wide & very short, no more than three inches in length.
The white kameez was teamed up with a dark blue cotton salwar & a light, gauzy chunni, both with matching printed floral motifs. The chunni was a versatile garment. It could be spread out to modestly cover the shoulders & bosom. But if the wearer wanted, it could also be worn roped around the neck so that her twin assets were displayed to best advantage. In fact the wearer could keep fiddling with the chunni all the time, to make sure that everyone's attention was riveted on her…
Since Kajal had been wearing that outfit from the morning, it had a wilted look and was rather damp with her sweat. She raised an arm, sniffed her armpit & wrinkled her nose. She wished she could have a quick shower & change into fresh clothes. However she knew that Shyam didn't have a lot of time since he had to go to work later in the evening & she wanted to make the most of it.
So she quickly pulled off her kameez & half slip, gave her torso a rubdown with a damp towel and sprayed some cologne in her armpits & cleavage. She then wore the same kameez again, leaving the half-slip in the laundry basket. "It's too hot to wear it.", she thought to herself. She quickly brushed her hair & secured it with an alligator clip, then wrapped the chunni around her neck & ran out to the living room, grabbing an empty glass and a bottle of cold water on her way.
Shyam stood at the door leading to the balcony, enjoying the little breeze blowing in. He'd caught a quick glimpse of Kajal before she had excused herself and marveled at how pretty & sexy she looked even in her wilted clothes. He had not failed to notice how much Kajal's taste in clothes had evolved & improved in the past few weeks & months since she had arrived in Mumbai. She not only had developed a knack for picking stylish clothes that suited her personality; she now had much greater self confidence & had learned how to carry herself well. Then too, her sexual awakening at the hands of a skilled lover like Shyam had helped her to shed some of her inhibitions and she was now not afraid to show off a bit of her sensuality. Smart & classy were the adjectives that came to mind when one looked at her; there was not a hint of cheapness or sluttishness about her.
"Shyam Bhaiya, paani lijiye."
"Shyam Bhaiya, please have some water." She said, thrusting the empty glass in his hand & pouring cold water in it. As Shyam thanked her & sipped water, she casually brushed an imaginary speck of dirt from his shirt & peered closely to make sure there weren't any more of them. Shyam inhaled the heady scent of her young body & leaned on the door frame, enjoying her proximity as she fussed over him & made small talk. He suddenly noticed her lacy bra covered bosom showing through the thin kameez, even in the evening twilight.
"Aap yahan kyon khade hain? Andar baithiye na!"
"Why are you standing here? Let's sit inside!" She suggested, her fingers caressing his shirt, occasionally playing with the buttons.
"Nahi. Yahin par theek hai. Achhi hawa chal rahi hai."
"No. it's better here. There is a nice little breeze blowing." He said, casually brushing back a lock of her hair that had fallen over her forehead, then allowing his fingers to lightly trail down her soft cheek.
"Theek hai. Thodi der yahin par rahenge."
"OK. Let's be here for a while." She agreed. Her fingers had by now undone a couple of his shirt buttons, slipped inside & started playing with his curly chest hair. Imperceptibly, she moved closer so that they were only inches apart.
"Tumhara visa ka kaam ho gaya kya?"
"Is your visa work done?" He continued their lazy conversation, pretending not to notice what her fingers were doing. But he could hardly keep his hands idle. His fingers slowly stroked her cheeks & neck and then traveled down to her shoulder. He paused at the shoulder strap of her bra & rubbed a meditative finger across it. Her fingers had in the meantime reached deeper inside his shirt & were playing with his nipple. He felt his nipple harden & a current run through his crotch. Her breathing had by now become irregular.
"Unnh…" A moan escaped her lips as she attempted to answer him.
"Hmm." He chuckled. He held her by her shoulders at an arms' length and took a good look at her heaving bra covered breasts showing through the translucent kameez. She lowered her gaze as he admired her beautiful body. He then slowly spun her around so that her back was towards him. His deft fingers worked over her kameez & undid her bra clasp. Working at a slow, leisurely pace, he wormed his fingers through the short sleeves of the kameez & pulled out the shoulder straps of the bra. He then worked them down her elbows & hands until they were free of her arms. Next, he plunged a couple of fingers down her wineglass shaped neckline & delicately plucked the bra out, placing it on a bookshelf close to where they stood. Since the shelf was lit by a small spotlight, her bra was clearly visible for anyone to see.
All this while, he had barely touched her bosom. In fact, the fabric of the bra sliding over her nipples as he pulled it out was the only direct stimulation they received, and that was enough to make them hard & erect. Now, her pretty, full bosom & tight little nipples clearly showed through the translucent kameez.
"Sachmuch, tum bahut sundar lag rahi ho."
"Really, you're looking very beautiful." He whispered, the back of his hand lazily running over her cheeks & shoulders.
"Mmm…" She agreed, giving him a heavy lidded glance. She wasn't in a position to make conversation any more. He picked up the bottle of cold water. Moisture had condensed on the outer surface of the bottle & ran down in rivulets. Holding her by her shoulder, he started rubbing the cold wet bottle over her forehead, cheeks, lips, down the side of her neck & then across her bosom, watching her intently as she squirmed in pleasure & gasped as the ice cold bottle contacted her nipples. The kameez had become moist & transparent where the wet bottle had rubbed over it. Kajal looked unbelievably sexy as her full, plump breasts & thick, hard nipples showed through the thin, wet, transparent fabric of the kameez.
Smiling indulgently at her squeals, Shyam then proceeded to pour a trickle of water from the bottle all over her front until the kameez was fully drenched and clung to her like second skin. He roughly pulled her into his embrace & planted an open mouthed kiss on her lips, licking them and sucking her tongue. Kajal tried to wriggle & resist for a while & then started kissing him back, rubbing her crotch & hips against him. His fingers found a nipple & pinched it over the wet kameez. He bent down and placed his mouth on her kameez covered breast & suckled it. Kajal allowed him to suckle for a while, then pulled him off of her breast by his hair. She impatiently pulled aside the wet kameez covering her breast, causing the dainty little buttons to fly off and the kameez to rip at the neck. She guided his mouth back to her now bare nipple, & arched her back to allow him full access as he took his pleasure with her breast.
***
Savita had heard Shyam & Kajal's voices and wanted to join them in the living room as soon as she finished changing baby's nappy & put him to sleep. Then when she heard Kajal's little squeals, she decided to just peep out to see what was happening. As she peered out from the shadows, she saw the two lovers in a tight embrace & smiled to herself. She noticed Kajal's bra lying on the bookshelf & suddenly felt a twitch in her own crotch. A little breathless now, she continued to spy on the lovers as they made out…
***
Mumbai's long, hot & humid summer continued to unfold lazily, making everyone sweaty & enervated, eagerly waiting for the rains to come. Savita's hubby Kantibhai was off on another of his long business tours. Kajal's stay in Mumbai was drawing to a close. Paperwork for her Saudi visa was getting done one by one. Soon she would have to go to her new home in Rajkot and wait for her ticket to Saudi Arabia to join her husband Suresh. Shyam as usual was busy with his night-time job in his factory…
One evening at around sunset, Shyam left his home to go out for an evening stroll & dinner, after which he would commute to his factory & report for work. As usual, Savita's main door was open. Shyam saw some movement inside through the latticed steel security door & rang the doorbell.
Savita was in the bedroom, nursing her baby. Kajal had just returned home after a busy day running errands & shopping. She had just washed her face & was about to change into a comfortable housecoat when the doorbell rang. Her heart somersaulted & face lit up when she saw Shyam.
"Shyam Bhaiya! Aaiye na!!"
"Shyam Bhaiya! Do come in!!" She trilled in her clear, bell like voice as she opened the door & ushered him in.
"Main ek minute mein aati hoon."
"I'll be back in a minute." She excused herself, ran inside & surveyed herself in the mirror.
She wore a short, white, snug fitting kameez made from thin, light, muslin ideally suited for the hot, muggy summer weather. Since the kameez was almost translucent, she additionally wore a half slip underneath, to preserve her modesty. She also wore a comfortable, lacy bra. The hem of her kameez reached just a few inches below her crotch & the side slits started above the hip level, almost at the waist. The neck line was shaped like a wine glass; a bit narrow at the top, flaring out into a rounded curve as it plunged low enough to allow the cleavage and the rounded tops of her plump bosom to peep out, but not so low as to look cheap or sluttish. The kameez was secured with three pretty little buttons that ran down where the stem of the wineglass would be located. The neckline was trimmed with a daintily embroidered floral pattern. The sleeves were wide & very short, no more than three inches in length.
The white kameez was teamed up with a dark blue cotton salwar & a light, gauzy chunni, both with matching printed floral motifs. The chunni was a versatile garment. It could be spread out to modestly cover the shoulders & bosom. But if the wearer wanted, it could also be worn roped around the neck so that her twin assets were displayed to best advantage. In fact the wearer could keep fiddling with the chunni all the time, to make sure that everyone's attention was riveted on her…
Since Kajal had been wearing that outfit from the morning, it had a wilted look and was rather damp with her sweat. She raised an arm, sniffed her armpit & wrinkled her nose. She wished she could have a quick shower & change into fresh clothes. However she knew that Shyam didn't have a lot of time since he had to go to work later in the evening & she wanted to make the most of it.
So she quickly pulled off her kameez & half slip, gave her torso a rubdown with a damp towel and sprayed some cologne in her armpits & cleavage. She then wore the same kameez again, leaving the half-slip in the laundry basket. "It's too hot to wear it.", she thought to herself. She quickly brushed her hair & secured it with an alligator clip, then wrapped the chunni around her neck & ran out to the living room, grabbing an empty glass and a bottle of cold water on her way.
Shyam stood at the door leading to the balcony, enjoying the little breeze blowing in. He'd caught a quick glimpse of Kajal before she had excused herself and marveled at how pretty & sexy she looked even in her wilted clothes. He had not failed to notice how much Kajal's taste in clothes had evolved & improved in the past few weeks & months since she had arrived in Mumbai. She not only had developed a knack for picking stylish clothes that suited her personality; she now had much greater self confidence & had learned how to carry herself well. Then too, her sexual awakening at the hands of a skilled lover like Shyam had helped her to shed some of her inhibitions and she was now not afraid to show off a bit of her sensuality. Smart & classy were the adjectives that came to mind when one looked at her; there was not a hint of cheapness or sluttishness about her.
"Shyam Bhaiya, paani lijiye."
"Shyam Bhaiya, please have some water." She said, thrusting the empty glass in his hand & pouring cold water in it. As Shyam thanked her & sipped water, she casually brushed an imaginary speck of dirt from his shirt & peered closely to make sure there weren't any more of them. Shyam inhaled the heady scent of her young body & leaned on the door frame, enjoying her proximity as she fussed over him & made small talk. He suddenly noticed her lacy bra covered bosom showing through the thin kameez, even in the evening twilight.
"Aap yahan kyon khade hain? Andar baithiye na!"
"Why are you standing here? Let's sit inside!" She suggested, her fingers caressing his shirt, occasionally playing with the buttons.
"Nahi. Yahin par theek hai. Achhi hawa chal rahi hai."
"No. it's better here. There is a nice little breeze blowing." He said, casually brushing back a lock of her hair that had fallen over her forehead, then allowing his fingers to lightly trail down her soft cheek.
"Theek hai. Thodi der yahin par rahenge."
"OK. Let's be here for a while." She agreed. Her fingers had by now undone a couple of his shirt buttons, slipped inside & started playing with his curly chest hair. Imperceptibly, she moved closer so that they were only inches apart.
"Tumhara visa ka kaam ho gaya kya?"
"Is your visa work done?" He continued their lazy conversation, pretending not to notice what her fingers were doing. But he could hardly keep his hands idle. His fingers slowly stroked her cheeks & neck and then traveled down to her shoulder. He paused at the shoulder strap of her bra & rubbed a meditative finger across it. Her fingers had in the meantime reached deeper inside his shirt & were playing with his nipple. He felt his nipple harden & a current run through his crotch. Her breathing had by now become irregular.
"Unnh…" A moan escaped her lips as she attempted to answer him.
"Hmm." He chuckled. He held her by her shoulders at an arms' length and took a good look at her heaving bra covered breasts showing through the translucent kameez. She lowered her gaze as he admired her beautiful body. He then slowly spun her around so that her back was towards him. His deft fingers worked over her kameez & undid her bra clasp. Working at a slow, leisurely pace, he wormed his fingers through the short sleeves of the kameez & pulled out the shoulder straps of the bra. He then worked them down her elbows & hands until they were free of her arms. Next, he plunged a couple of fingers down her wineglass shaped neckline & delicately plucked the bra out, placing it on a bookshelf close to where they stood. Since the shelf was lit by a small spotlight, her bra was clearly visible for anyone to see.
All this while, he had barely touched her bosom. In fact, the fabric of the bra sliding over her nipples as he pulled it out was the only direct stimulation they received, and that was enough to make them hard & erect. Now, her pretty, full bosom & tight little nipples clearly showed through the translucent kameez.
"Sachmuch, tum bahut sundar lag rahi ho."
"Really, you're looking very beautiful." He whispered, the back of his hand lazily running over her cheeks & shoulders.
"Mmm…" She agreed, giving him a heavy lidded glance. She wasn't in a position to make conversation any more. He picked up the bottle of cold water. Moisture had condensed on the outer surface of the bottle & ran down in rivulets. Holding her by her shoulder, he started rubbing the cold wet bottle over her forehead, cheeks, lips, down the side of her neck & then across her bosom, watching her intently as she squirmed in pleasure & gasped as the ice cold bottle contacted her nipples. The kameez had become moist & transparent where the wet bottle had rubbed over it. Kajal looked unbelievably sexy as her full, plump breasts & thick, hard nipples showed through the thin, wet, transparent fabric of the kameez.
Smiling indulgently at her squeals, Shyam then proceeded to pour a trickle of water from the bottle all over her front until the kameez was fully drenched and clung to her like second skin. He roughly pulled her into his embrace & planted an open mouthed kiss on her lips, licking them and sucking her tongue. Kajal tried to wriggle & resist for a while & then started kissing him back, rubbing her crotch & hips against him. His fingers found a nipple & pinched it over the wet kameez. He bent down and placed his mouth on her kameez covered breast & suckled it. Kajal allowed him to suckle for a while, then pulled him off of her breast by his hair. She impatiently pulled aside the wet kameez covering her breast, causing the dainty little buttons to fly off and the kameez to rip at the neck. She guided his mouth back to her now bare nipple, & arched her back to allow him full access as he took his pleasure with her breast.
***
Savita had heard Shyam & Kajal's voices and wanted to join them in the living room as soon as she finished changing baby's nappy & put him to sleep. Then when she heard Kajal's little squeals, she decided to just peep out to see what was happening. As she peered out from the shadows, she saw the two lovers in a tight embrace & smiled to herself. She noticed Kajal's bra lying on the bookshelf & suddenly felt a twitch in her own crotch. A little breathless now, she continued to spy on the lovers as they made out…
***
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