Adultery The Village is No Place for Girls by desidesires

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This story I have read in other site where author had left after few updates... Posting it here so someone here can do the continuation

Credits to desidesires literotica

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Sitapur was a picturesque rural setting at first glance, situated in Central India and untouched by most evils that comes along with modernism. With the main source of transportation being the Indian Railways that connects the small station of Sitapur to the rest of the country, the people still used bicycles, bullock carts and tempos during their day to day life. Gauri was the daughter of Raman Lal, the village college teacher who braved the traditional views and decided to send his daughter away to the big city for her college. The people of Sitapur while being proud of his decision, pondered upon the meaninglessness of it since a girls purpose was anyway to get married and have kids. That was three years back and now Gauri was a college graduate, the first girl from the village to have a degree and to everyone, which meant it was time for her to get married. While Gauri could resist the pressure from her parents when she was in college, once she was back in the village after being unable to find a job, her willpower was quickly overwhelmed by her relatives, and her marriage had been fixed to a young man from the neighbouring village.
Garima had met Gauri on the first day of college, and they had quickly become friends, even convincing the hostel warden to move them together into a room. After 3 years of friendship, Garima could only look on aghast as her friend was snatched away by marriage. Her own parents were more liberal, having lived their whole life in the city and willing to let their daughter build a career before trying to get her hitched. Nonetheless, when it came to the subject of her friend's wedding, and travelling to a far flung village, it took more than a few tantrums before her parents relented. Gauri's father had called up her parents to ensure her safety and the best hospitality they could provide, and Garima eagerly packed her bags before the big day, looking forward to travelling alone for the first time in her life.
Garima had a rough train ride. Her parents had come to see her off at the station, but she now found herself alone in the carriage as it crawled towards Sitapur. Within minutes of boarding the train, she realized she made a mistake wearing a tight light green dress, which hugged her figure and came to halfway down her thighs, and tight leggings. It was in no way risque in the city, but the population in the train seemed to come from a different background. She soon found herself the subject of lewd stares from the young men and disapproving looks from the older men as she sat in her seat. Even the ticket collector seemed to be trying to get a peek down her dress as he passed, taking a long time to check her ticket. It is only a few more minutes, she thought, fighting the urge to lock herself into one of the bathrooms. She'd change into more conservative clothing once she reached the village. She got down at the nearly empty platform of Sitapur, ignoring and avoiding the helping hands of multiple men who had lined up alongside the door, pulling her bag after her as she looked around for someone who had been sent for her. Her phone had lost signal a long while ago, and she realized she'd entirely have to rely on Gauri's relatives during her stay in the village.
Raman Lal was one of the more well off men in the village, and with the help of relatives had prepared a grand wedding for his daughter, a three day long function with mehndi, sangeet and anything else that his young relatives suggested was in vogue. To humor his daughter, he had promised Garima's father the best of hospitality, as the big day arrived, he found it a terrible inconvenience. There was so much to be done that to find someone to take care of her would be hard, and his daughter would be busy attending the ceremonies and relatives all day. He didn't want the city girl that anyone hardly knew to take the limelight in the proceedings and hog his daughter's attention. But in the end, his problems were solved once Gauri pulled out a photo of the two of them on her phone. Within minutes, Birju, his cousin was standing by his side, offering to make the city girl feel at home. Birju was a known to be incompetent and unreliable, and this would be a good way to get him away from the functions too. Raman promptly asked him to book a room at the lodge far from the house, and sent him off to the station to receive Garima. And so when her train arrived at the station, Birju was there in person, waiting with a big smile and a round belly to welcome the esteemed guest.
It didn't take long for Birju to recognize the city girl, she was the sole passenger that got down at that small station but he was certain that she was someone he wouldn't miss even in a crowd of people. Birju was dressed in a kurta pajama and in his hand he held his prized mobile phone, a Nokia Music Express with a color screen. "Bitiya, idhar." (Child, here) He waved at Garima while hurrying towards her and before long he was standing in front of the beautiful city girl. "Hallo, haw are eyu?" He laughed with pride at the fact that he was speaking English, no matter how thick his accent was or how uncertain his tone was. "Yeh dekho aapka photu, bitiya rani ne humko bluetooth karke bheja." (Look, here is your photo, that our child has sent me through Bluetooth") Birju handed his mobile phone to Garima to assure her that he was infact a family member of Gauri and came there to pick her up. "Kaisa lag raha hai humra Sitapur?" (How do you like our Sitapur), waving his hand over the emptiness around them. It was the first time he had seen someone who wore a tight dress like that and all Birju wanted to do was ogle at Garima's ripe body but he knew that there was a time and place for everything. "Aapke liye humne ekdum first calas hotel book kiye rahe." (We have booked out best hotel for you)
She was surprised that the old phone was able to get a signal whereas her own phone was pretty much dead. The short conversation kept on as the two of them came out of the railway station and headed towards the village on a dirt patched road. Birju carried the luggage bag of the city girl with ease, he was a strong man and a farmer who was used to carrying loads five times heavier than what Garima brought along with her. The journey to the village didn't take long or at least didn't seem too vexing since the whole road was shaded by big Neem and Peepal trees.
As they came upon a gap in the trees, the older man stopped, telling her about the cellular network reception in Sitapur and how it's all but a gimmick, there's no reception anywhere in the village and the people who are lucky enough to have phones use it for everything else but making calls. The spot they stood was one of the few in the village where they could get reception and he advised her to call Gauri from his phone before they moved on. The family had gone to the nearby town for some shopping and would be gone all day, but atleast it was a place with a good network, so she could call and confirm in person. After a quick phone call with her friend to confirm what she had heard, and announce her arrival, Garima handed the phone back to him, unsure of what she was supposed to do all day.
Before long Birju stood in front of what looked like a seedy motel, it had a sign board in local script which read the name of the business, 'Welcome Lodge'. "Pahuch gaye tip top."(We've got here OK) The lodge was worse for wear and looked like someone had abandoned it five years back. "Chalo aapka room dikha deta hu phir aap muh haath dho lo aur fresh ho jao."(I'll show you the room, and you can freshen up) .The old man at the reception raised an eyebrow as Garima walked inside, but held out a key to Birju nevertheless, his gaze lingering on her back as the couple walked inside the building. Birju ushered the young lady through the narrow and dark corridor that led to a row of identical doors. "Yeh raha chabi aur yeh raha aapka room." (Here's your room), Birju said, waving her inside.
Garima stared at the room with no little concern. This was the worst place she had ever stayed in her life, but she had to accept it as he told her how the household had been full of relatives and workmen. It had a small creaking bed on one side and a table on the other, looking old though the room looked like it had been cleaned recently. Small mercies, she thought as she bent over to pat the bed. For a moment, she froze as she realized that he had followed her into the room and had a perfect view of her bottom as she bent down to touch the bed. Birju had placed her luggage bag next to the table and took a seat on the floor, startling Garima for a second since she must have been unaware of his presence. From his vantage point he was able to get a good glimpse of Garima as she bend down to grab something from the bed, her green dress rising up and showing off more of her legging clad thighs.
Birju hadn't offered to host her out of chivalry. His wife had died young and the only company he had had for the last decade was that of the village prostitutes. The young women of the village knew to stay away from his charms, and he couldn't resist when the opportunity came to get close to a fresh young thing. But unlike most rascally young men, who would rather slaughter the hen that laid golden eggs, Birju believed in hatching those eggs and perhaps it was this foresightedness of his that kept his hands away from her even as he had her alone in there. He had his eyes on her every move. He knew that the girl would be staying there for nearly a week; if he grabbed her like a maniac, he could have a taste; if he could find a way to seduce and control her, a whole feast was on offer. He knew that some women responded to dominance, some to tenderness and others slutty enough to respond to lewdness. He wondered what would get through to the girl in front of him.

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How am I going to change in here, Garima thought, as she looked at the wooden washroom door which had a few gaps in it. She warily glanced at the door of the washroom and then at the man seated on the floor. She didn't trust him not to peek through the gaps if she started changing in the washroom, there was no way she could change till she could be alone in the room. Birju however, seemed to have no intention of respecting her privacy, casually trying to make conversation even as she moved around the room, trying to get her things settled. As he talked away, he seemed proud of the fact that she had an attached bathroom and toilet. It was apparently a luxury since people in Sitapur hardly believed in private spaces like toilets and bathrooms. People would either go to the village pond to take a bath or they use the backyard well, always in the open in both cases.
She sighed finally, stepping into the washroom. Even as she closed the room and stepped up to the tap, she could feel his eyes on her. For a moment, she bit her lip, wondering how it would be if she acted as if she didn't know and really did take her clothes off. It was a momentary thought, one which made her blush and shake her head. She opted wash her face and arms, washing away some of the dust from the road before coming out dressed in the same clothes as she had when she arrived. Birju groaned as he peeked through the hole, he had hoped to catch a sight of her tight body, but had to quickly scurry to his seat on the floor as he saw her coming out.
"Kuch khaane peene ko laye?" (Do you want something to eat or drink?), he asked casually. Garima nodded eagerly, hoping to get a few minutes by herself. Instead of standing up and leaving the room and giving Garima her much needed privacy, Birju simply started shouting at the top of voice, "Oey Lakkan, kaha mar gaye hai tu"(Where have you gone off to?) Before long a young man came running carrying two small glasses of tea in his hands. He looked like he was not much older than Garima. "Chai laye hai hum." (I had gone to get tea) The young man smiled and flashed his ghutka stained teeth. "Arre memsaheb toh heroine nikli." (Madam looks like a heroine) Lakkan commented as he looked at Garima and then towards the older man sitting on the floor. "Hum kal raat dekhe rahe mast film ekdum same to same."(She looks just like in the film I was watching last night). Placing the glasses of tea upon the small bedside table, Lakkan reached inside the pockets of his pants to pull out a mobile phone and showed it to Birju. "Dekho to zara chacha, same to same hai ki nahi."(Just see uncle, doesn't she look just like that)
He played a video clip and showed it to Birju, it started with a moan and then the iterative 'oh yeahs' which suggested that Lakkan was showing the man a porn clip. Garima sharply turned her head towards then as the clip started, her eyes widening in surprise. He did lower the volume within a second or two but it was more than enough for Garima to gather the facts and make an educated guess. "Humko de na yeh bulutooth karke." (Bluetooth it to me) Birju replied as he watched the video. Garima could feel her heartrate growing, cringing as she looked at the two men watching the video. Birju rubbed his thighs together as he watched the video clip, clearly trying to hide his manhood but at the same time kept on watching the porn clip.
Lakkan had already watched the video and didn't bother watching it again; Instead he joined the older man on the floor and sat down facing the city girl. And unlike Birju...Lakkan had no intention to be polite with his stares, he was unapologetically undressing Garima with his eyes and the fact that she was blushing shades of red didn't go amiss with the young boy. "Aap kaha se hai?"(Where are you from) Lakkan tried to fill in the awkward silences with his curiousity for this city girl. "Sharuk khan ko janti hai? Sunny Leone? Humko Sunny Leone bohut pasand hai."(Do you know Shah Rukh? Sunny Leone? I really like Sunny Leone")
She shook her head at his questions, hoping that he would leave her alone if she wasn't very responsive. Even with the sound turned down, she could still hear some of the moaning from the video. Out of the corner of her eyes, she could see the way the boy was looking at her, as if he wanted to tear away her dress any moment. Even in this setting, she couldn't hide the flash of curiosity from her face, wondering if the girl getting fucked really looked like her, wondering what it was that the men found so enjoyable. Lakkan could see the glances she was shooting at the phone, deciding to press his luck. "Arey chacha, aawaz nahi hai to majaa nai aayenga" (It's not fun without sound"). Birju, sitting faced away from her shot an inquisitive look at him, grinning as he understood what the young man meant.
Soon, the sounds of sex slowly started to be more apparent to Garima, as Birju gradually increased the volume. She sat there confused, feeling her heart beating faster and faster. She couldn't call them out on such a topic, she couldn't just walk out of the room. Her discomfort would be clear to Lakkan who was watching her like a hawk, trying to figure out his next move. He decided that she was as confused and uncomfortable as she could be, and given that she still didn't react to it, she wasn't much for boldness. He slowly got up, winking at Birju as he walked to the bed. Garima shifted slightly away from him as he sat down next to her, "Aap ko bhi dekhna hai na?" (You also want to watch it no?"), opening it on his phone.
Garima gasped as he opened the video in front of her, looking at Birju for support, but the older man seemed lost in his own world. She looked away from the phone, trying to tell Lakkan that she wasn't interested. But just as Lakkan had counted on, she was curious. She had to take peeks at the screen, gasping as she watching the naked girl writhing under a couple of men. Lakkan could feel her breath growing ragged, growing fidgety in her seat as she sneaked some peaks at the video. Soon, she was looking at the screen from the corner of her eyes, feeling herself get moist as she watched the woman getting fucked in all kinds of ways. She could also see Lakkan's hand inching closer to her leg, brushing against her thigh as if by accident.
"Excuse me" she said with heavy breath as she got off the bed, almost rushing into the bathroom and closing the door behind her. Birju shot a dirty look at Lakkan, wondering if he had pushed the girl too far, he didn't want her complaining to the family when she met them. He had grown uncomfortable with Lakkan in the room, the boy was managing to seduce her so easily, he didn't want anyone eating his cake before he got a taste. He shooed Lakkan from the room, quietly promising to call him back later.
Inside the bathroom, Garima leaned against the door after entering, trying to calm her breath. The video had excited her, and it scared her how much it had done so. A few more minutes, and she would have let Lakkan run his hands all over her. She sighed in relief as she heard Lakkan leave the room, moving to wash her face again. She was almost annoyed at Birju for not stopping Lakkan from teasing her like that. The old man probably had no idea how it affected her, she thought. She rubbed her thighs as she thought about the video. Maybe she could tease him in return, she thought, knowing that he was too old to harm her.
Birju listened to the splashing of water inside, hoping she would come out soon. He wanted to see how aroused she was. He had planned on taking her around the sights of the village, hoping to grow comfortable and hands on with her through the day. Maybe Lakkan had made her a bit more pliable. His eyes nearly fell out of his face as Garima came out of the bathroom. She hadn't changed the dress she was wearing ; but her leggings were now bunched in her hands, exposing most of her shapely legs. His manhood, softening after he closed the video, now strained his trousers, and he had to tear his eyes away from her as she walked past him. Garima noticed the look on his face, and how his breathing was suddenly audible, laughing inside as she climbed onto the bed. "Uncle, I am tired, and I know you must have other work rather than babysitting me. You should carry on, I'll get some sleep", she said as she climbed into the bed, pulling the sheet over herself.
Birju looked at her, wanting to throw off the sheet and jump onto the young woman. The little minx was teasing him so hard, he would make her pay for it, he thought. "Theek hai beta, soo jaao. Mein kuch der baat aata hoon. Mein darvaaza band karta hoon" (Okay, you sleep. I'll come later. I'll close the door and lock it), he said, finally leaving the room. But he didn't leave the corridor, or lock the door, waiting outside with baited breath till he knew the girl was asleep.

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Birju waited for more than 15 minutes, opening the door slightly and peeking inside to see what she was doing. He could see that she was curled up on her side, facing away from the door. When she didn't move for a few minutes, he tiptoed into the room, softly closing the door behind him. He could hear her steady breathing, and he could see her chest rising and falling to its rhythm. He stood over her for a few minutes, drinking in her figure. She was a beautiful girl, he thought, much fairer than anyone in the village. Her parents had taken good care of her, he thought, as his eyes went over her unblemished hands, her neatly painted nails and flawless skin; this girl had never had to work a day in her life.
He wondered how deeply asleep she was, the train journey must have tired her out. He slowly sat on the bed besides her, his hand shaking as it hovered over her blanket. He didn't want her to wake up and cause a scene, everything had to go smoothly. He wouldn't be taking such a risk; but she had teased him so. Now he had to see; he had to have a feel. His loins pulsed as he gathered the courage. Slowly, he moved the blanket down inch by inch, his eyes fixed on her face, till they were at her ankles. She hadn't put her leggings back on. The smooth skin and soft flesh of her legs lay exposed under his eyes. His cock stirred inside his trousers as he surveyed every inch on skin on display, wondering what he could get away with without waking her up.
After a few minutes of staring at her legs, he could control himself no longer. He touched a finger onto her leg. He sighed, her skin was so smooth, he thought, as he ran his finger over it. He lent into her face and took a deep breath. She smelled of flowers; of roses and jasmines; of those exotic buds a man like him would never see. He placed his whole palm on her thigh, tracing her skin from her knee to the edge of her dress, reveling in her softness. For a heart stopping moment, he felt her stirring; his hand paused where it was, just below her dress. After waiting for a few moments, he resumed stroking her thigh, wondering if it was safe to pull up her dress a bit more.
Garima woke up with a cold feeling on her legs. She didn't open her eyes, wondering what it was; she was sure she had pulled the blanket over herself. After a few moments, she froze. She could feel a hand on her, while the blanket lay at her legs. She gulped softly. Warm breath descended on the back of her neck, while the cold hands roamed over her thighs, sending goosebumps through her skin. She wanted to cry out; but would anyone hear her; would anyone help her, she pondered. If this was who she thought it was, no one else in the village even knew her. Her heart stopped for a moment as she felt his hands dip under dress, but thankfully, he seemed to have lost his nerve, his hands moving down and then over her dress, arriving at the dip of her waist.
Birju had no idea that she was awake and had decided that it was too risky to probe her intimate parts, as much as he wanted to. He let his hands wander over her dress, feeling her hips and her thin waist, letting them roam over her flat tummy. His hands paused over her navel, drawing circles all around it as he chuckled to himself. If he had his way, he intended to fill her tummy up over and over again in the next few days. He leaned further into her neck as he breathed in her scent. He could see her tender lips up close now. They looked so tasty, so inviting. He wondered how they would taste; he imagined sucking on them, a shiver passed through him at that. He heard a small groan from her in her sleep, and quickly pulled his head back. He was breathing long and hard now, and didn't want her waking up from that.
He could feel her breath, deep and rhythmic, and his eyes fell on her chest, rising up and down; up and down. His hands moved from playing with her belly and slowly cupped a heaving mound. It felt so firm, yet so soft under his hand. He gave it a little squeeze, his eyes fixed on her face to make sure she wasn't waking up. His tongue flicked over his lips, he wanted to squeeze that soft orb harder, play with it, bury his face in it. Beads of sweat were rolling down his temples. Now was not the time, he told himself, promising himself that he would have all the time later. For now, he satisfied with just holding them, feeling the soft flesh, imagining how they would look naked. He cursed under his breath that she was wearing a bra, his fingers couldn't find her nipples, he longed to feel those tiny buds, he wanted to feel them grow long and hard. He was going to tear that bra into pieces when he got his hands on them.
He dipped his face into her neck one last time, drinking in her smell and placing a kiss on the side of her neck before rushing out of the room. He had a growing problem in his pants and he had to take care of it somewhere private. Garima let out a heavy groan the moment she heard the door close behind him. She had been lying there biting her tongue, his touches making her body shudder. It was all she could do to stop moaning as his hands groped and squeezed her breasts, her thighs squeezed together as she felt herself grow wet. She almost gave the game away when she felt the kiss on her neck, a huge shudder passing through her.
She waited for a few minutes in the silence, trying to catch her breath and calm herself down, before getting up to pull her blanket back up to her chest. She lay there, facing the door now, unable to sleep again as her mind ran over how he had touched her. His hands were so rough, but they had felt so good as they ran over her skin. It felt so wrong, but it excited her so much when he had squeezed her breasts. She dug her face into the pillow to drive away the thoughts. In a few minutes, she was asleep again, not seeing the door being opened once more.
Lakkan had been lounging outside the lodge, waiting for Birju to come out with the girl. But instead, he saw Birju coming out alone, exiting urgently towards the trees. All the better, he thought, the girl was alone in the room now. Being the one who cleaned the rooms there, he had spares to all the room, and he nonchalantly crept into the room, finding her fast asleep. She had such a pretty face, he thought, and those hands were so petite and flawless. He climbed on the table and squatted there, leering at her figure as she slept.
It was there that she found him when she opened her eyes, freezing for a moment in shock. It took a minute for her sleepy brain to process what was happening and form words, by which time he had climbed back down from the table. "Kya kar rahe ho tum yahaan?" (What are you doing here?) she asked, sounding upset. "Bas aise hi. Dekh rahe the aapko sote hue" (Just like that. Watching you sleep), pat came the reply, with no trace of concern. She got off the bed, pushing her blanket away, aiming to confront him about his presence.
Big mistake, she thought, the moment she had done so. She had completely forgotten that she had removed her leggings, and now her legs were suddenly on display to him. Lakkan, of course, made no effort to hide what was interesting him. He stared at the skin on display, his mouth hanging open, apparently lost for words. "Nangi soti ho?" (Do you like sleeping naked?), he leered, making her shudder as she searched around for her leggings. "Meine to dekh liya. Ab toh kya faayda" (I've seen them now, no point in covering them up), he leered, "Mujhe kuch aur dikhaana tha aapko" (I've something else to show you). She backed away as he walked towards her, trying to stay out of reach. Lakkan confidently strode forward to close the distance between them and sat on the bed. "Baitho na" (Sit no?) he muttered, grabbing her hand to make her sit on the bed beside him as he pulled out his phone from his pocket.

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Lakkan had spent the last couple of hours searching for porn clips on his phone. He was desperate to get his hands on the fair city girl and had noticed how she reacted to the movie he had tried to show her earlier. He skipped through almost everything he had collected since he had got the phone, settling on a couple of desi clips. The girls in them seemed to be from well off backgrounds and were shown to be gradually seduced by their boyfriends, relatives or neighbours. These should get her in a good mood, he thought, maybe even enough to let him touch her. "Mujhe pata hai ki tumhe ye achcha lagta hai. Sharmao mat, ab to chacha chale gaye hain" (I know you like this. Don't be shy, uncle is not here), thrusting the phone under her eyes as he played the first video.
Garima was too surprised and sleepy to push him away before she found herself sitting on the bed next to him, but she brushed away his hand from hers as he pulled out the phone. She blushed at his words, seeing the slice of truth in them. She had never seen porn before, but she had always been curious, and interested in men like girls of her age were. She made a show of avoiding the screen, but her eyes couldn't stop flicking on to it. Soon, it became obvious to him that her eyes were not leaving the screen, and he could hear her breathing grow louder, her hands fidgeting beside her. His free hand slowly reached towards her, touching her knee. Garima shuddered, instantly pushing it away with her hand, only to find it return a few moments later, this time giving her a little squeeze. She shot a look at him, only to find him leering back at her, making her look away and at the phone again.
He gave himself a smile; he had broken the first sign of resistance she had offered him. His hand grew more comfortable on her knee, tracing circles around it, before tentatively moving to her thigh. Garima groaned silently, unable to believe that she was letting him touch her legs, but Birju's touches had left her aroused, and now the video was starting to turn her on again. She shivered as he rubbed the smooth skin of her thighs, closing her legs closely together and using her hands to make sure that he couldn't reach any higher. Suddenly, he placed the phone on her lap, reaching around her shoulder with his now free hand reaching around her to grab her shoulder. The sudden movement made her gasp, as she found herself held in place next to him. "Itna garam ho gyi hai tum" (You are getting so hot) he whispered, leaning into her ear, "Tumhe bhi chahiye na, jo usko mil rahi hai" (You also want what she is getting no), nodding at the video playing on her lap.
She shivered as she felt him lean in close to her, "aisa nahi hai" (It's not like that) she protested, "Chhoddo na" (let me go). His hand was roaming higher on her thighs despite her efforts to push his hands down and he could feel the goosebumps on her skin. "Aisi thadapti majhli ko koyi chodtha hai kya" (Will anyone let such a catch go), he leered, feeling her shudder at his words. His hand ventured higher up her leg, disappearing under her dress, while the hand on her shoulder started to move down towards her chest. At that moment, a loud call came from outside, beckoning Lakkan. He cursed loudly as he sprang to his feet. "Maalik bula rhaa hai" (My boss is calling) he said panicking, looking down at the girl, shivering from arousal and moments away from submitting to his wishes, or at least so he hoped.
Lakkan looked at her and then he door, reluctant to leave. He bent down in front of her, looking into her eyes as he collected his phone from her lap, his hand caressing her thighs on the way. "Dekh mere heroine, ye toh bas trailer thaa. Mein tujhe jannat dikhaonga"(Look my heroine, this was just a trailer. I'm going to show you what heaven feels like). He groaned, straightening up as another shout echoed through the building. "Maalik ko pata chala toh bahut gadbad hoga. Abhi ke liye chalta hoon" (If my boss finds out, it'll be trouble. I'll go for now) he said, hesitantly leaving the room.
Garima sat still on the bed for a few moments, trying to calm herself down. She rushed to close the door and bolted it, heaving a sigh as she was finally alone in the room. Her friend's family wouldn't be back for a few hours more, and she had lots of time to spend. She bathed herself, going over what had happened to her in the last few hours. Two strangers had got their hands on her, and she hadn't resisted; she was even enjoying their touches. And she felt so aroused showing off her legs to them. So aroused when she felt she had lost control. She realised she was panting as she thought about it all, stopping to towel herself off and open her bags.
Pratap had been running the lodge for almost a decade. His only customers had been travellers who were passing through; other than that is, the clients of the village whores. That is who he initially thought Garima to be, as Birju had spent many a night at the place. So he was surprised as Birju came back, asking for help with the girl. "Yeh toh bilkul chutiya hai" (This man is a fool) Pratap thought. If he had had her in his hands like that, he wouldn't have left without the full experience. Birju seemed to be too worried about his image with the family, not wanting to force the girl into doing anything. "Ye sheher ki laundiya na, bilkul randi hoti hai. Ek minute mujhko de do, unke pair khulvaake doonga " (These city girls are nothing but whores. Give me a minute with her, I'll make her spread her legs), he told Birju, licking his lips at the thought.
Birju tried talked him out of doing anything rash. "Woh bilkul pataakha hai. Aur hum lenge baari baari, poore din, poori raat" (She is a proper firecracker. And we can take turns with her, all day, all night), he snickered. "Bas tum jaldi mein kuch mat karna. Aur tumhaare woh ladka hai na, usko kahin aur bhej do din keliye. Usko bahut jaldi hai, daraake bhagaenge chhori ko" (Just make sure not to do anything hasty. And send your boy someplace else for a few days. He is always in a hurry, he'll scare her away). So it was that Lakkan was called down interrupting his moment of bliss and forced to travel to the town to buy supplies, his objections angrily shouted down by Pratap. The two men watched satisfied as he rode his cycle off towards the train station, sipping their chai as they got back to plotting.
"Toh kya hai tera plan" (So what's your plan) Pratap asked, keeping an eye on the corridor to make sure the girl didn't come out and hear them. "Tharki toh lagti nai, par utna shareef bhi nai hai. Taangey dikha raha that humko bina koi sharam. Haay, woh bhi kaise taangey" (She doesn't look thirsty, but she isn't totally innocent either. She was shamelessly showing off her legs. Mmm, and what legs they were), Birju said, licking his lips at the thought. "Usko apni jism dikhaana hai, toh hum uska madad kareenge na" (If she wants to show off her body, we'll help her), he winked, "gaav dikhaane ke naam pe khumaayenge" (We'll roam around with her in the name of showing her the village). Pratap grew frustrated, "Usse kya hoga. Mujhko bas dekhna nai hai" (What will that do. I'm not satisfied with seeing)
"Arey dekh lena. Mujhpe bharosa rakh. Ek baat btaa, jo kapdey woh randiyaan chhodke jaate hain yahaan, woh tum rakh lete hai na" (You just wait and watch. Trust me on this. Just tell me this, the clothes that the whores leave here, you keep them right?), Birju asked. Pratap sighed and nodded, walking towards the back of the building while motioning for Birju to follow.
Garima had picked out a long kameez and matching salwar, dbanging herself with a shawl in front of the mirror. Enough excitement for one day, she thought, trying to dress as modestly as possible. She heard a knock on the door, Birju's voice booming from the outside. "Garima betaa, Tayyaar ho jao, hum khoomne jaayenge. Gauri ne tumko kuch kapde bheje the. Ye pehn lo, woh bol rahe the ki teri jaise modden ladki ko gaav log bhi dekh lein" (Get ready Garima, we'll go to see the village. Gauri has sent some clothes for you; she was saying let the village people also see a modern girl"). Garima walked towards the door hesitantly, worried he would let himself in again, opening the door just a touch. A plastic bag with some clothes was pushed inside, and she quickly closed the door again, taking it from him.
Laying the clothes out on the bed, she gasped. They didn't look too modern, not too classy. What they did was show off a lot of skin. Did her friend really ask her to wear this, or was the old pervert up to his tricks, she thought. They all seemed very much her size, she thought, shivering as she realized that he had measured her perfectly as she lay in bed. I'll try them on and see, she thought, no one is watching me here anyway. The top was a red sleeveless Indian blouse, with a very deep neck meant to show off some cleavage. It also left her back almost entirely bare save a couple of thread to keep it in place. With it was a red knee length skirt, tight at her waist and rear, flowering out slightly towards the bottom. Looking in the mirror, she could see the outfit clearly define her curves, inviting looks at her back, her belly and the bit of cleavage she was forced to show.
"I definitely cannot go out like this" Garima thought, but at the same time, it excited her. She had heard the villagers were good men; surely they won't hurt her for teasing them in such a dress. She looked at the mirror for a long time, trying to decide whether to take Birju's bait, and in the end, the warmth in her loins won out over her brain, though she did dbang a shawl around her chest before opening the door. Birju did his best not to stare openly as she came out of the room, though he let her walk in front of him so that he could ogle at her back and the way her ass swayed in the skirt. As they approached the exit, Pratap rushed towards them, "Book mein likhna padega" (You have to mark the exit in the book), saying any excuse to make her linger. He was bolder than Birju, walking up to the girl as she stood near the door and wrapping his hand around her waist.
His fingers caressed the soft skin of her waist as he resisted her attempt to pull away, swiftly guiding her with his hand back towards the reception desk. "Mein likh doonga" (I'll write it), Birju offered, moving to the back of the reception desk, allowing more time for Pratap to touch her. Garima stood at the desk, both hands resting on it as she felt his hand move around her waist and onto her back, caressing her gently. She didn't dare to make a scene, not dressed like that, feeling her breath grow louder as Birju took his time with the book. Pratap had to force himself not to grab her ass even as his hands roamed just above her skirt, feeling her squirm at his touches.
"Tum bade mast dikh rahi ho" (you are looking great), he leaned towards her to whisper in her ears. "Ye shawl ki kya zaroorat, dikhaao na teri pake hui aam" (Why do you need a shawl, show off your ripe mangoes) he leered, making Garima flinch. Realizing that the girl was not countering him, he pulled off her shawl, getting one look over her shoulder at her cleavage before moving away with it. Garima gasped as she felt his move, too late in turning around as she saw him move away. Even as she took a step towards him to retrieve her shawl, she felt Birju grab her hand, pulling her towards the door. "Rehne do, kya farak padega." (Leave it, what difference does it make) as he gently coerced her outside.
There was an old house in the village, probably made for some British officer or another, but the way he told her, it may as well have been an iron fort. He led her towards the back of the hotel away from the main dusty road, convincing her that there was a shortcut through the trees. Garima followed, not too eager herself to be on the road dressed like that, and enjoying the cool breeze as she walked through the trees. Birju had let go of her hand, though he made sure she was following him. Once the forest trail became visible, he let her lead the way, hanging back a step to ogle at her swaying form again.
Once she got used to the lonely path and her clothes, Garima started to feel so free, and so excited. Even in the city, she had never shown so much skin in public. She could feel his eyes boring into her, and it turned her on to know that he desired her so much. She made sure to add some extra sway to her hips, enjoying every step she took in front of him. Soon however, she froze, hearing the voice of men through the trees. She turned around at Birju, eyes wide in fear and surprise.
"Kya hua. Sharmaa kyun rahe ho, unko bhi dekhne do na" (What happened. Why are you getting shy now, let them also see you like this), Birju said, enjoying her squirming. Something like this was exactly what he had in mind, as he watched Garima floundering about. "Achcha, toh yeh show sirf mere liye thaa kya?" (So this show was just for me?), he asked with a knowing smile, refusing to move till she answered. "Haan ji, ye sirf aapki aankhon ke liye hai" (Yes, it's only for your eyes), Garima said in desperation, "ab mein kya karoon" (What do I do now).
Birju nodded, satisfied with her confession. He wanted her in his arms willingly and she was on that path. Grabbing her hand again, he quickly pulled her into the trees, finding a wide banyon tree they could both hide behind. Pushing her against it with his hands on her shoulders, he leaned into to whisper to her, "Ab toh hume koi nahi dekhega. Bas, tum aawaz mat karna. Koi sun liya toh aa jaayenge" (Now they won't see us. Just don't make any noise. If they hear us, they'll come to look)
Garima nodded, realizing how loud her breath had become. His hands held her firmly, her face was inches away from hers, and his torso almost touching her breasts. It slowly sunk into her what he meant, as he stood drinking in her scent. She couldn't resist anything he wanted to do to her, without alerting the passersby. She whimpered gently as she felt his arms trace down her hands and down to her waist.
"Meine tumko bacha liya. Kuch toh labh milni chahiye na"(I've saved you from them, now you have to reward me), he whispered before burying his face into the side of her neck. He held her waist firmly with both hands as he felt her shudder, placing gentle kisses on her neck, his tongue flicking out to get a lick. As he felt her breathing grow louder, he pulled back, looking into her eyes. There was no anger there. He smiled, leaning in again, aiming for her juicy lips.
Garima struggled to push him away from her in panic, but he held her strong, his mouth trying to suck on her lips. After a few moments, she felt herself pushed firmly up against the tree as his mouth refused to leave her lips, licking and sucking at them. As she finally pushed him away a bit, he leaned over closer to her ear. "Maine angrezi movie dekhe ye sab seekha hai. Tum itna mat bechain ho" (I've learned all this from the English movies. You don't worry) he said, trying to calm her as he leaned in to kiss her again. This time, she felt his lips to be more controlled, calmly kissing and licking at her lips, making her shudder at the tenderness and forcing her to drop her guard. In a moment, she felt her lower lip sucked into his mouth, a quiet moan passing through her throat, as her hands grabbed his shirt.
Birju let out a loud groan as he tasted her lips. They were so delicious, he had almost forgotten about the people passing by them. His hands were grabbing tightly at her waist, squeezing her soft flesh. He pulled himself away from her lips, panting as he looked around, making sure no one had noticed. "Tujhme itna majaa hai ki maine apne aap ko hi bhool gaya." (There is so much fun in you that I forgot myself), making her blush. He looked down at her shuddering form. He wanted to tear open her blouse and taste those nubs. But he resisted, looking back up as she spoke. "Koi suna toh nahi" (Did anyone hear?). He shook his head, wondering what he could get away with, without her feeling he was taking advantage of her situation.
"Yahan koi sun lega, toh mein apna inaam baad mein leta hoon" (They'll hear us here, so I'll take my reward later) he whispered, placing a kiss on her ear as he did so, "Par tumhe vaada karna hoga. Jab hum pahunch jayenge, tum chumma dene mein mana nahin karegi" (But you have to promise. When we get there, you won't resist my kisses), he said, hands squeezing her hips hard in excitement. She squirmed at his touches, having no choice but to nod at his words. She didn't mind the kisses, in fact, they had made her feel warm, and she was almost sad that he had stopped. She gasped as he drew a finger towards her belly and traced around her navel, tickling her.
He drew his hand back with a chuckle, happy at her words. He praised his own cleverness at not mentioning where he wanted to kiss her. Now he had her just where he wanted. He had sent Pratap ahead to an empty house on the edge of the woods, to dust off the bedroom and get it ready for her. The house was old and small, having just one room and a small kitchen. Pratap laid out a few thick blankets on the floor, making a makeshift bed, pulling sheets over the windows to make sure no one could see inside. As he heard footsteps approach, he slid into the dark kitchen awaiting their arrival.

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This much author has written till now... Anyone wish to continue... You are welcome

[shekr17]

awesome story setup and great writing..someone should continue !

[Metal619]

Excellently written

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