15-08-2019, 06:27 PM
From that day on Kamya started living carefully. She always double checked the door before entering into her bathroom. Although she always got moist thinking of that very moment and how Balwant could have crushed her underneath. On the other hand Balwant was really into her...he never missed a chance to be in the house and steal glances off her. His glances were so penetrating and demanding that it was impossible for her silk wears to keep her bullets concealed. Balwant wanted to mover further and closer to her he wanted to feel her softness in his hands however she was like a really quick deer escaping every time leaving behind her intoxicating smell.
All this madness Balwant emptied in Savita. While orgasm he only had her face in his mind. Savita had no idea about it but she was really happy.
One day...Savita's children had gone on a tour with their uncle and she asked if Balwant could have lunch at her place.
Kamya had no issues with it.
Savita set out a plate for three and the couple sat down on the floor together while Kamya was on the dining table.
The table cloth wasn't big enough and so was Kamya's dress. Like her other wear it ended on her mid-thighs.
Balwant was sitting on the floor and he had his eyes fixed. After 2-3 minutes Kamya realized and gave him a deadly stare. Balwant replied with a wicked smile. Kamya bent her eyes in shame. She was feeling slutty today...she pushed it further. She parted her hair from her right shoulder and looked back at him with same naughty smile.
With his one eye on Savita who was busy in her food...Balwant wanted more. He signalled Kamya to open her legs.
Kamya shook her head in "No" with a mischievous smile.
It went on for a minute and then Kamya said, "She doesn't listens me...I won't mind if you join me on the table Balwantji."
Thats it. It was enough for Balwant. He picked up his plate and pulled a chair besides her.
His legs were obstructing the view if anything between these two happened.
Balwant had his eyes fixed on those two sexiest pair of legs he had seen in his life.
"Aaarrhmmm...How is the food Balwantji...You didn't like it ?" Kamya asked...as Balwant was totally fixed on her legs.
Savita had also shifted her attention by now. Balwant looked at Savita flustered "Its delicious." and placed his left hand on Kamya's thighs.
Kamya had been sitting her legs crossed. She had no idea that he could actually do something like that. She almost spooked however it did't gathered Savita's attention. With each passing second Balwant was getting bolder and bolder...his rough manly hands were running on the silkiest of her skin and he wanted to explore more. He pressed his palm between her legs but Kamya made it stiff. Balwant let it go. But now he had moved his hands up...he shifted a little closer to block the view of their torso. His hands ran against her silk wear and his index finger brushed against her cherries...her breasts were heaving by now. It was enough.
Kamya moved out from the chair she was done eating. While walking back she looked at Balwant who had a cunning smile on his face.
The next day Savita had to go to her father's place as there was an emergency. Her heart skipped a beat...as it would give Balwant a free hand which he had been looking for. However Savita clarified that...He would be going with his family.
Now for atleast 10 days Kamya had to manage things in her own hands...but she didn't needed to worry as Savita had took care of everything.
Kamya had to let her go.
It was almost end of December by now and winter was on its peak. The fog was really dense in the morning. It was impossible to stepout without proper clothing and any amount wasn't enough. The college's closure was still to happen in a few days. Kmaya had to be there. Everything went perfectly fine during the day...there weren't enough students to teach and teachers spent most of the time talking. They ate food together and since the next day was a sunday...they chatted a little more. It was all fun. By the time everyone decided to go it was around 4:00 PM. Like always Kamya's rickshaw wala was there waiting for her. He picked her up and slowly they started moving.
During her way home...Kamya never really talked this man apart from a few occasions...She mostly kept herself busy in her phone.
The home was still away. and suddenly the weather changed. It was predicted but She had no idea that it would change so quickly. Kamya pulled out the little shed Rickshaw had. However the wind along with rain made it no use. and despite all attempts the shed shut itself down...leaving kamya vulnerable.
The home was still away and the rickshaw was barely pulling itself. Kamya started shivering. The cold water had completely went inside her clothes.
"Madam...if you say...can we stop a little...my home is nearby." The rickshaw puller said.
That was a better idea. Kamya gave him the nod and he pulled the rickshaw off road. He parked it on a flat surface and asked Kamya to follow him. The way ahead was not good. They moved carefully as the way was slippery enough. Twice Kamya got so unbalanced that she almost fell. There wasn't a trace of a single human nearby. His house was definitely in a isolated place. Finally they arrived. He opened up the door and closed it behind. Kamya was fully drenched. She was rubbing her palm against her shoulders to keep her warm but it was of no use.
"Whats your name ?" Kamya asked.
"Junaid Madam" He replied.
"Junaid do you have anything...I am completely drenched." She said.
"Yes Madam sure." He replied and fetched a towel for her. He himself pulled out a lungi and started drying himself off.
The house wasn't a permanent one. It had only one room in it. There was a partition where all the stuff have been kept. But thankfully it was well dry and there were no leakage.
The light was dying off so Junaid pulled out a lantern and lit it up.
On one side there was a clay stove... with some straw Junaid lit it up.
The room started to warm itself...but it also produced some smoke with which Kamya wasn't comfortable with.
She let her jacket go off and dried her hair and sat besides that burning stove...with wet saree still wrapped on her.
Junaid looked at her...she looked miserable...but there was a little he could do about it.
She was shivering.
"You live alone Junaidji" Kamya asked.
"Yes Madam." He replied.
"You don't have any..." Kamya cut herself off in the middle.
"No No Madam...I have...but I live in this village...to earn something. its better here than mine." He replied.
"why didn't you went to the city." She asked further shivering.
"What would I do in a city Madam...Actually I had but I barely managed to bring anything home...it was almost equal...and by being here I go visit my family as well." he added.
"Madam I know its in appropriate for me to say...but I think you should change...You are shivering badly." he said politely.
"Yeah I know...But you know I don't have any..." Kamya cut herself off in midway.
"If you don't mind you can have my clothes." He suggested.
Kamya thought that was probably best for her as she was shaking badly and the rain didn't looked like stopping anyway sooner.
Junaid brought the cleanest pair of Kurta and payjama he had. It was white in colour.
"Aaarrrghhh" Kamya made an excusing sound.
"Ohh Yes Yes Madam." Junaid turned back.
First her saree came out and then her blouse and finally her padded bra. Kamya was relieved. But it was still very cold.
Junaid stole glances a little and in that pale lantern light her fair body glew like an angel.
She pulled the Kurta in and pulled it all the way down. Kamya turned a little to see whether he was looking around. Junaid looked harmless.
She further undressed herself and pulled white pajama on.
The button of Kurta were broken which left an ample of her breasts on display. However it concealed her other curves.
She came around and sat besides the stove. He had arranged some strings in the room and hanged her clothes to dry. He marveled how beautiful her inner garments were...very womanly...and delicately made. However Kamya was still shivering as the wind blew straight in piercing the house.
Junaid had utensils on the stove and he had been boiling some eggs.
Although it was comforting near the stove...Still she was shivering.
"Maybe I should take some rest." Kamya said.
"Yeah Sure madam...let me arrange it for you." He replied.
There was no bed in the house. Junaid made a thick layer of straw and had a mattress on it. He picked out a fresh bed-sheet for her and gave her the blanket he had. Kamya hadn't had experienced anything like that blanket...it was rough against her skin and smelled of Junaid's body. But she really didn't had any other options left. She placed it on herself and hoped she wasn't dead.
It felt almost impossible to get that bed warm. She kept on taking twist and turns...and Junaid was getting horny seeing her undergarments swinging in air.
His manhood was all erect. It was impossible of him to cook that way. Finally when Kamya rested a little he picked out her panties and placed it on his nostrils. The fabric didn't really left much for imagination it was that soft and delicate. It had almost dried in half an hour it was so thin. Involuntarily his palm fetched his manhood out of his lungi and he started stroking himself. He came twice...to get normal.
The food was ready and he took it out on a plate and woke Kamya up. It felt like She was burning with fever...The bed was cold where she wasn't touching. He felt her feet and found it was still cold. Junaid got worried for her...but the rain didn't looked like stopping. It stopped for a while in the middle but started to rain again. He fed her a little and placed her back on the bed.
Then there was a problem. The stove was running out of fuel. He had to shut it off...however the lantern was still alive. And there was another problem...there was only one bed in the house.
Kamya sensed that. She collected herself up the bed.
"Come here Junaidji have rest...you must be very tired after all day." She said in a meek voice.
"No No Madam You take a rest." He replied.
"Seriously Your bed is very cold and this room...seems it hasn't warmed up even a little." Kamya was a little irritated.
"its like that Madam...and this fucking weather...Shit." He expressed his anger.
"Come Here atleast have your feet inside...You are making me guilty." She replied.
Junaid came in after a little persuasion. He kept the Lantern by her side.
They started conversating about their respective lives. Kamya mostly heared as she had no strength to talk.
Unconsciously their feet touched each other.
"I am so sorry." Kamya said.
Junaid was stunned. however he composed himself.
"Your feet are so cold Madam...Let them rest on mine...Please." Junaid said harmlessly.
Kamya melted. She was still shivering. She bent a little and had her shoulder rested on his.
Junaid had been wearing a kurta and Lungi himself, but one thing was sure he was very hairy. He was somewhat used to the conditions...but for Kamya it had caught her off guard.
Junaid shifted a little inside the bed and pulled the blanket a little up.
He came in closer a little as well.
Kamya turned around...but she was still shivering. Junaid was skeptical...whether he should take the move or not.
Now her back was against him, she was resting on her right side. Junaid was lying on his back. He had his erection back and the pajama wasn't even close enough for what gigantic tool he was blessed with.
Junaid took his chances and turned to his right as well. They both were now facing the lantern. Kamya who had found the blanket's smell irritating and pungent was now used to it. Junaid pulled it further up.
He came in closer. Kamya had her eyes open. Junaid used his right hand and cleared off her left side of neck. Kamya had her eyes closed. She arched her curves...popping her ass out to him. Junaid sensed it. He came in a little closer. She could now feel his chest against her back.
His warm breaths were falling on her bare neck.
"You are So Beautiful Madam." He whispered in her ears and had his nose burried deep in her sensuous skin.
He had his left and on her body and pulled her closer. So close that she could feel his manhood really really close to her womanhood.
Her breathing got heavier leaving her mangoes up and down. and soon Junaid's nose was replaced with his lips and tongue. His beard was really pointed and Kamya was in well control of him.
He inserted his palm inside her Kurta and placed it on her right bulb...it lit up. He grabbed it a little tighter and tighter.
"You have really firm breasts Kamya...looks like your husband has barely been rough with them." He murmured dirtier.
He picked her nipples and gave it a gentle rub.
"Aaaaahhhhh" Kamya moaned for the first time and it was the most seductive moan he had ever heard in his lifetime. It was mixed with her gentle womanly voice...her breath and her shivering body.
Next Update later.
All this madness Balwant emptied in Savita. While orgasm he only had her face in his mind. Savita had no idea about it but she was really happy.
One day...Savita's children had gone on a tour with their uncle and she asked if Balwant could have lunch at her place.
Kamya had no issues with it.
Savita set out a plate for three and the couple sat down on the floor together while Kamya was on the dining table.
The table cloth wasn't big enough and so was Kamya's dress. Like her other wear it ended on her mid-thighs.
Balwant was sitting on the floor and he had his eyes fixed. After 2-3 minutes Kamya realized and gave him a deadly stare. Balwant replied with a wicked smile. Kamya bent her eyes in shame. She was feeling slutty today...she pushed it further. She parted her hair from her right shoulder and looked back at him with same naughty smile.
With his one eye on Savita who was busy in her food...Balwant wanted more. He signalled Kamya to open her legs.
Kamya shook her head in "No" with a mischievous smile.
It went on for a minute and then Kamya said, "She doesn't listens me...I won't mind if you join me on the table Balwantji."
Thats it. It was enough for Balwant. He picked up his plate and pulled a chair besides her.
His legs were obstructing the view if anything between these two happened.
Balwant had his eyes fixed on those two sexiest pair of legs he had seen in his life.
"Aaarrhmmm...How is the food Balwantji...You didn't like it ?" Kamya asked...as Balwant was totally fixed on her legs.
Savita had also shifted her attention by now. Balwant looked at Savita flustered "Its delicious." and placed his left hand on Kamya's thighs.
Kamya had been sitting her legs crossed. She had no idea that he could actually do something like that. She almost spooked however it did't gathered Savita's attention. With each passing second Balwant was getting bolder and bolder...his rough manly hands were running on the silkiest of her skin and he wanted to explore more. He pressed his palm between her legs but Kamya made it stiff. Balwant let it go. But now he had moved his hands up...he shifted a little closer to block the view of their torso. His hands ran against her silk wear and his index finger brushed against her cherries...her breasts were heaving by now. It was enough.
Kamya moved out from the chair she was done eating. While walking back she looked at Balwant who had a cunning smile on his face.
The next day Savita had to go to her father's place as there was an emergency. Her heart skipped a beat...as it would give Balwant a free hand which he had been looking for. However Savita clarified that...He would be going with his family.
Now for atleast 10 days Kamya had to manage things in her own hands...but she didn't needed to worry as Savita had took care of everything.
Kamya had to let her go.
It was almost end of December by now and winter was on its peak. The fog was really dense in the morning. It was impossible to stepout without proper clothing and any amount wasn't enough. The college's closure was still to happen in a few days. Kmaya had to be there. Everything went perfectly fine during the day...there weren't enough students to teach and teachers spent most of the time talking. They ate food together and since the next day was a sunday...they chatted a little more. It was all fun. By the time everyone decided to go it was around 4:00 PM. Like always Kamya's rickshaw wala was there waiting for her. He picked her up and slowly they started moving.
During her way home...Kamya never really talked this man apart from a few occasions...She mostly kept herself busy in her phone.
The home was still away. and suddenly the weather changed. It was predicted but She had no idea that it would change so quickly. Kamya pulled out the little shed Rickshaw had. However the wind along with rain made it no use. and despite all attempts the shed shut itself down...leaving kamya vulnerable.
The home was still away and the rickshaw was barely pulling itself. Kamya started shivering. The cold water had completely went inside her clothes.
"Madam...if you say...can we stop a little...my home is nearby." The rickshaw puller said.
That was a better idea. Kamya gave him the nod and he pulled the rickshaw off road. He parked it on a flat surface and asked Kamya to follow him. The way ahead was not good. They moved carefully as the way was slippery enough. Twice Kamya got so unbalanced that she almost fell. There wasn't a trace of a single human nearby. His house was definitely in a isolated place. Finally they arrived. He opened up the door and closed it behind. Kamya was fully drenched. She was rubbing her palm against her shoulders to keep her warm but it was of no use.
"Whats your name ?" Kamya asked.
"Junaid Madam" He replied.
"Junaid do you have anything...I am completely drenched." She said.
"Yes Madam sure." He replied and fetched a towel for her. He himself pulled out a lungi and started drying himself off.
The house wasn't a permanent one. It had only one room in it. There was a partition where all the stuff have been kept. But thankfully it was well dry and there were no leakage.
The light was dying off so Junaid pulled out a lantern and lit it up.
On one side there was a clay stove... with some straw Junaid lit it up.
The room started to warm itself...but it also produced some smoke with which Kamya wasn't comfortable with.
She let her jacket go off and dried her hair and sat besides that burning stove...with wet saree still wrapped on her.
Junaid looked at her...she looked miserable...but there was a little he could do about it.
She was shivering.
"You live alone Junaidji" Kamya asked.
"Yes Madam." He replied.
"You don't have any..." Kamya cut herself off in the middle.
"No No Madam...I have...but I live in this village...to earn something. its better here than mine." He replied.
"why didn't you went to the city." She asked further shivering.
"What would I do in a city Madam...Actually I had but I barely managed to bring anything home...it was almost equal...and by being here I go visit my family as well." he added.
"Madam I know its in appropriate for me to say...but I think you should change...You are shivering badly." he said politely.
"Yeah I know...But you know I don't have any..." Kamya cut herself off in midway.
"If you don't mind you can have my clothes." He suggested.
Kamya thought that was probably best for her as she was shaking badly and the rain didn't looked like stopping anyway sooner.
Junaid brought the cleanest pair of Kurta and payjama he had. It was white in colour.
"Aaarrrghhh" Kamya made an excusing sound.
"Ohh Yes Yes Madam." Junaid turned back.
First her saree came out and then her blouse and finally her padded bra. Kamya was relieved. But it was still very cold.
Junaid stole glances a little and in that pale lantern light her fair body glew like an angel.
She pulled the Kurta in and pulled it all the way down. Kamya turned a little to see whether he was looking around. Junaid looked harmless.
She further undressed herself and pulled white pajama on.
The button of Kurta were broken which left an ample of her breasts on display. However it concealed her other curves.
She came around and sat besides the stove. He had arranged some strings in the room and hanged her clothes to dry. He marveled how beautiful her inner garments were...very womanly...and delicately made. However Kamya was still shivering as the wind blew straight in piercing the house.
Junaid had utensils on the stove and he had been boiling some eggs.
Although it was comforting near the stove...Still she was shivering.
"Maybe I should take some rest." Kamya said.
"Yeah Sure madam...let me arrange it for you." He replied.
There was no bed in the house. Junaid made a thick layer of straw and had a mattress on it. He picked out a fresh bed-sheet for her and gave her the blanket he had. Kamya hadn't had experienced anything like that blanket...it was rough against her skin and smelled of Junaid's body. But she really didn't had any other options left. She placed it on herself and hoped she wasn't dead.
It felt almost impossible to get that bed warm. She kept on taking twist and turns...and Junaid was getting horny seeing her undergarments swinging in air.
His manhood was all erect. It was impossible of him to cook that way. Finally when Kamya rested a little he picked out her panties and placed it on his nostrils. The fabric didn't really left much for imagination it was that soft and delicate. It had almost dried in half an hour it was so thin. Involuntarily his palm fetched his manhood out of his lungi and he started stroking himself. He came twice...to get normal.
The food was ready and he took it out on a plate and woke Kamya up. It felt like She was burning with fever...The bed was cold where she wasn't touching. He felt her feet and found it was still cold. Junaid got worried for her...but the rain didn't looked like stopping. It stopped for a while in the middle but started to rain again. He fed her a little and placed her back on the bed.
Then there was a problem. The stove was running out of fuel. He had to shut it off...however the lantern was still alive. And there was another problem...there was only one bed in the house.
Kamya sensed that. She collected herself up the bed.
"Come here Junaidji have rest...you must be very tired after all day." She said in a meek voice.
"No No Madam You take a rest." He replied.
"Seriously Your bed is very cold and this room...seems it hasn't warmed up even a little." Kamya was a little irritated.
"its like that Madam...and this fucking weather...Shit." He expressed his anger.
"Come Here atleast have your feet inside...You are making me guilty." She replied.
Junaid came in after a little persuasion. He kept the Lantern by her side.
They started conversating about their respective lives. Kamya mostly heared as she had no strength to talk.
Unconsciously their feet touched each other.
"I am so sorry." Kamya said.
Junaid was stunned. however he composed himself.
"Your feet are so cold Madam...Let them rest on mine...Please." Junaid said harmlessly.
Kamya melted. She was still shivering. She bent a little and had her shoulder rested on his.
Junaid had been wearing a kurta and Lungi himself, but one thing was sure he was very hairy. He was somewhat used to the conditions...but for Kamya it had caught her off guard.
Junaid shifted a little inside the bed and pulled the blanket a little up.
He came in closer a little as well.
Kamya turned around...but she was still shivering. Junaid was skeptical...whether he should take the move or not.
Now her back was against him, she was resting on her right side. Junaid was lying on his back. He had his erection back and the pajama wasn't even close enough for what gigantic tool he was blessed with.
Junaid took his chances and turned to his right as well. They both were now facing the lantern. Kamya who had found the blanket's smell irritating and pungent was now used to it. Junaid pulled it further up.
He came in closer. Kamya had her eyes open. Junaid used his right hand and cleared off her left side of neck. Kamya had her eyes closed. She arched her curves...popping her ass out to him. Junaid sensed it. He came in a little closer. She could now feel his chest against her back.
His warm breaths were falling on her bare neck.
"You are So Beautiful Madam." He whispered in her ears and had his nose burried deep in her sensuous skin.
He had his left and on her body and pulled her closer. So close that she could feel his manhood really really close to her womanhood.
Her breathing got heavier leaving her mangoes up and down. and soon Junaid's nose was replaced with his lips and tongue. His beard was really pointed and Kamya was in well control of him.
He inserted his palm inside her Kurta and placed it on her right bulb...it lit up. He grabbed it a little tighter and tighter.
"You have really firm breasts Kamya...looks like your husband has barely been rough with them." He murmured dirtier.
He picked her nipples and gave it a gentle rub.
"Aaaaahhhhh" Kamya moaned for the first time and it was the most seductive moan he had ever heard in his lifetime. It was mixed with her gentle womanly voice...her breath and her shivering body.
Next Update later.
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