10:20pm
Her maroon saree had hugged her body tightly. On earlier occasion I had not been able to properly look at her figure. I had only seen her from front and due to her pallu wrapped around her, I had just made out that she is a beautiful piece. But now, things were totally different. Since her height was around 5'3" and the door lock located at the top of it was around 6 feet high from the ground, she was literally unable to reach it. In the meanwhile her pallu had come out of the catch and was hanging behind her. I noticed she wore a red blouse which had a big back cut. I saw her milky white back where her skin pores were clearly visible under a few strands of her loose hair. Her skin seemed soft like snow. Secondly I saw the blouse was sleeveless. Perhaps this is the village way of Indian women getting dressed up after getting married since they can't dare to choose lingerie wears or victoria's secret at home.
It might have taken about 10 seconds to notice all these. I put the bike on main stand and went near her to help her shut the door. As I went close to her, I caught a slight smell of rajanigandha and since her right hand was lifted up trying to shut the door, I could clearly see her neat armpit. It was of same complexion as that of her other areas I had so far seen. She had it shaved probably at the time of her wedding which was 2 weeks back according to her. The reason for this conclusion was that about 2mm armpit hair had started appearing. Those tiny hairs were black and were strikingly visible in contrast to her super fair skin. I couldn't help but got hypnotized again.
I could feel a little movement inside my zipper. I knew this had to be controlled. I was a refugee there and couldn't afford to look at the new bride of their household and above all the new bride of their village with sinful eyes. I averted my eyes and looked at her only to find that she had been staring at me with a confused look. Certainly she had caught me red handed feasting on her vulnerability. She quickly looked other way and brought her hand down in an instant. I tried to look innocent and locked the door for her.
"Change in there." She pointed her left left index finger towards a place which had a tubewell and a polished concrete square around it. It had a small drain connected to the square which allowed the used water to flow out of the house. There was a thin plastic rope fastened wall to wall which had 2 towels on it left to dry. I moved to one of them and pulled out the better and newer one. The other one was a general saffron colored and looked cheap. Probably belonged to the drunk old guy I thought.
Just as I pulled this beautiful towel to use it, I heard her bangles clicking, as if she had wanted to tell me something. When I turned around, I saw that she was actually about to say something. I just looked at her and waited if she had something to say. She looked around, then at me, then looked down and then went away. What was that she wanted to say but couldn't bring herself to say it? I didn't think much about it then. I continued with what I was doing.
I carefully hold the towel around me so that it doesn't touch me or the vomit. I unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped it and then left it to fall down by itself. It was not skin fit and neither was baggy. With movement of legs, which resembled kadamchal while a Republic Day Parade, I got it out of my legs. The recent Fifa game had got some football shots imprinted in my mind. I kicked the ball of my jeans perfectly so that it rests over the concrete near the tubewell. Then I tied a knot with the towel and took out my shirt and vest. I threw them in disgust and thought to wash them first and then take a bath.
"I am really sorry for this." I jumped and saw that the beauty was right behind me. For how long has she been standing there? I should have heard her anklet sounds! Perhaps she had just come. She had a big embarrassed look on her face. I knew she really felt bad about me being vomited on. I was about to say but she cut me off.
"I know its not a big deal for you but this is simply not done. Now let me wash them." And saying that she went ahead and picked up my clothes. I just didn't know what to say. Even before I could stop her she had already got seated on a low wooden stool and unfolded my clothes. I was just standing there, unable to speak. I saw her sitting on the stool and for the first time got a view of the sides of her belly. Her immaculate skin was immersing me deeper into more and more sexual agony.
I could understand that she was claimed by some lucky bastard only a fortnight back and could control myself. But what about my twitching and twerking dick under the towel now? This mindless monster was in nobody's control. It hip-hopped at every single motion that the woman made. I saw the curves while she sat there in an almost squatting position. She had the best rounded ass in the world, I was pretty sure of that. I wished in vain if I had a pair of X-Ray goggles with me. I was simply blown out of my mind.
I saw she unfolded my clothes. Neatly put her hand into one of my pockets and took out the cell phone, then took out the keys from the other and finally she put her hand into the back pocket and fished out my wallet. The moment she did that I honestly felt her hands strip searching me. It was as if she put her hands on the pockets while I was wearing the pant. It was then that I achieved a full grown hard-on under the towel and it easily lifted it, thereby creating an embarrassing situation for me.
She put all my belongings aside and started washing the clothes. While washing the clothes I found her looking sideways many times at my erection while I stood there like some mad, hypnotized jerk. The moment she was finished, she stretched herself for a tiny second and looked at the erection again and to my astonishment, she slightly blushed!
It was then that I realized that this towel belonged to her. My nervous system started sending random signals and the stimuli ran through my body like crazy. I literally shook for a moment while imagining this towel which my dick was feeling over it had wiped her face, wiped her marvelous body, wiped her breasts, wiped her ass and even might have wiped her genitals!
10:45pm
While she washed my clothes I was studying their house. It had a open space in the middle like a typical Odiya household. There were rooms all around while the center part of around 300 sq ft was an open floor with no roof over it. It was an Aangan inside the house. While these people were probably richer than other villagers for sure. Since they had put green colored fiber asbestos on the top of it so that little rain poured on the sides.
After entry the left corner had this tubewell and a door to a small room, which must have been the toilet. Then there was the room that belonged to this beauty and her husband, although then it was occupied by that bewada. There was another door ahead of this bedroom on the left. In the opposite side of the main entry, right in front of me, I could see they had a veranda which had a room with a door that had turned black overtime. I was sure it was the family kitchen. The rooms to my right were mirror views of the ones in left. The place where I stood was the inner veranda and it is where there were 2 bikes parked including mine on the right corner right after entry.
I had lost the erection since my thoughts were distracted while studying their house. It was a typical Indian village house, just a little better and concrete. She had finished washing my shirt and vest. Just seeing her washing my clothes with care and respect, I started feeling hornier. The she picked up my jeans which she had left in a bucket to soak the foam a while back. Apart from her checking the pockets and taking out my belongings, she had not done much to it till now.
Just after she took the pant out of the bucket, she used her left hand to get something out of it. It had completely missed me earlier. Normally I had the habit of taking out my pants and underwear at one go so that it stayed inside the pants. Then I used to take it out and throw it in the washing machine. But now, I had almost forgotten about it. There went my embarrassment to its next level. I saw her holding my Levis red and white striped brief in her left hand and staring at it for a moment. I had no idea about how I should have reacted then. Most amazingly she started washing it without a hint of objection!
I remembered the Amul Macho Ad of Sara khan that was banned by the government of India (Yeh to bada toing hai). Instantly I began feeling numb at my knees. The scene of some newly married girl, a total stranger, beautiful like a celestial nymph actually had my brief in her hands. Not only that, she was pretty cool with it and was rubbing it in both her hands with so much care. It created some incredible emotions within me. I felt something for her, which was not love, not lust, not anything.. but something I couldn't comprehend myself.
Her whole body was shaking while she washed my underwear with both her hands. She had her eyes on my underwear. I zoomed in on her face. Perfect eyebrows, a sharp nose, smaller lips like a doll with a hint of red lipstick on it. Her expression seemed happy. Something told me that she was not doing this out of any force or duty. She just liked what she was doing. I was lost studying the features of her face. She looked like someone who can be your nicest friend.
She was still washing while she lifted her deer like eyes in an instant to meet mine. Normally I should have averted my eyes, but I simply couldn't. Even she didn't. Like Arjun in Guru Drona's camp, I too couldn't see anything except the eyes of this bird. I could feel her movements going slow. In a moment she stopped what she was doing. We were simply looking at each other. Then I saw a very slight smile reach her lips which she quickly stopped.
Her maroon saree had hugged her body tightly. On earlier occasion I had not been able to properly look at her figure. I had only seen her from front and due to her pallu wrapped around her, I had just made out that she is a beautiful piece. But now, things were totally different. Since her height was around 5'3" and the door lock located at the top of it was around 6 feet high from the ground, she was literally unable to reach it. In the meanwhile her pallu had come out of the catch and was hanging behind her. I noticed she wore a red blouse which had a big back cut. I saw her milky white back where her skin pores were clearly visible under a few strands of her loose hair. Her skin seemed soft like snow. Secondly I saw the blouse was sleeveless. Perhaps this is the village way of Indian women getting dressed up after getting married since they can't dare to choose lingerie wears or victoria's secret at home.
It might have taken about 10 seconds to notice all these. I put the bike on main stand and went near her to help her shut the door. As I went close to her, I caught a slight smell of rajanigandha and since her right hand was lifted up trying to shut the door, I could clearly see her neat armpit. It was of same complexion as that of her other areas I had so far seen. She had it shaved probably at the time of her wedding which was 2 weeks back according to her. The reason for this conclusion was that about 2mm armpit hair had started appearing. Those tiny hairs were black and were strikingly visible in contrast to her super fair skin. I couldn't help but got hypnotized again.
I could feel a little movement inside my zipper. I knew this had to be controlled. I was a refugee there and couldn't afford to look at the new bride of their household and above all the new bride of their village with sinful eyes. I averted my eyes and looked at her only to find that she had been staring at me with a confused look. Certainly she had caught me red handed feasting on her vulnerability. She quickly looked other way and brought her hand down in an instant. I tried to look innocent and locked the door for her.
"Change in there." She pointed her left left index finger towards a place which had a tubewell and a polished concrete square around it. It had a small drain connected to the square which allowed the used water to flow out of the house. There was a thin plastic rope fastened wall to wall which had 2 towels on it left to dry. I moved to one of them and pulled out the better and newer one. The other one was a general saffron colored and looked cheap. Probably belonged to the drunk old guy I thought.
Just as I pulled this beautiful towel to use it, I heard her bangles clicking, as if she had wanted to tell me something. When I turned around, I saw that she was actually about to say something. I just looked at her and waited if she had something to say. She looked around, then at me, then looked down and then went away. What was that she wanted to say but couldn't bring herself to say it? I didn't think much about it then. I continued with what I was doing.
I carefully hold the towel around me so that it doesn't touch me or the vomit. I unbuttoned my jeans, unzipped it and then left it to fall down by itself. It was not skin fit and neither was baggy. With movement of legs, which resembled kadamchal while a Republic Day Parade, I got it out of my legs. The recent Fifa game had got some football shots imprinted in my mind. I kicked the ball of my jeans perfectly so that it rests over the concrete near the tubewell. Then I tied a knot with the towel and took out my shirt and vest. I threw them in disgust and thought to wash them first and then take a bath.
"I am really sorry for this." I jumped and saw that the beauty was right behind me. For how long has she been standing there? I should have heard her anklet sounds! Perhaps she had just come. She had a big embarrassed look on her face. I knew she really felt bad about me being vomited on. I was about to say but she cut me off.
"I know its not a big deal for you but this is simply not done. Now let me wash them." And saying that she went ahead and picked up my clothes. I just didn't know what to say. Even before I could stop her she had already got seated on a low wooden stool and unfolded my clothes. I was just standing there, unable to speak. I saw her sitting on the stool and for the first time got a view of the sides of her belly. Her immaculate skin was immersing me deeper into more and more sexual agony.
I could understand that she was claimed by some lucky bastard only a fortnight back and could control myself. But what about my twitching and twerking dick under the towel now? This mindless monster was in nobody's control. It hip-hopped at every single motion that the woman made. I saw the curves while she sat there in an almost squatting position. She had the best rounded ass in the world, I was pretty sure of that. I wished in vain if I had a pair of X-Ray goggles with me. I was simply blown out of my mind.
I saw she unfolded my clothes. Neatly put her hand into one of my pockets and took out the cell phone, then took out the keys from the other and finally she put her hand into the back pocket and fished out my wallet. The moment she did that I honestly felt her hands strip searching me. It was as if she put her hands on the pockets while I was wearing the pant. It was then that I achieved a full grown hard-on under the towel and it easily lifted it, thereby creating an embarrassing situation for me.
She put all my belongings aside and started washing the clothes. While washing the clothes I found her looking sideways many times at my erection while I stood there like some mad, hypnotized jerk. The moment she was finished, she stretched herself for a tiny second and looked at the erection again and to my astonishment, she slightly blushed!
It was then that I realized that this towel belonged to her. My nervous system started sending random signals and the stimuli ran through my body like crazy. I literally shook for a moment while imagining this towel which my dick was feeling over it had wiped her face, wiped her marvelous body, wiped her breasts, wiped her ass and even might have wiped her genitals!
10:45pm
While she washed my clothes I was studying their house. It had a open space in the middle like a typical Odiya household. There were rooms all around while the center part of around 300 sq ft was an open floor with no roof over it. It was an Aangan inside the house. While these people were probably richer than other villagers for sure. Since they had put green colored fiber asbestos on the top of it so that little rain poured on the sides.
After entry the left corner had this tubewell and a door to a small room, which must have been the toilet. Then there was the room that belonged to this beauty and her husband, although then it was occupied by that bewada. There was another door ahead of this bedroom on the left. In the opposite side of the main entry, right in front of me, I could see they had a veranda which had a room with a door that had turned black overtime. I was sure it was the family kitchen. The rooms to my right were mirror views of the ones in left. The place where I stood was the inner veranda and it is where there were 2 bikes parked including mine on the right corner right after entry.
I had lost the erection since my thoughts were distracted while studying their house. It was a typical Indian village house, just a little better and concrete. She had finished washing my shirt and vest. Just seeing her washing my clothes with care and respect, I started feeling hornier. The she picked up my jeans which she had left in a bucket to soak the foam a while back. Apart from her checking the pockets and taking out my belongings, she had not done much to it till now.
Just after she took the pant out of the bucket, she used her left hand to get something out of it. It had completely missed me earlier. Normally I had the habit of taking out my pants and underwear at one go so that it stayed inside the pants. Then I used to take it out and throw it in the washing machine. But now, I had almost forgotten about it. There went my embarrassment to its next level. I saw her holding my Levis red and white striped brief in her left hand and staring at it for a moment. I had no idea about how I should have reacted then. Most amazingly she started washing it without a hint of objection!
I remembered the Amul Macho Ad of Sara khan that was banned by the government of India (Yeh to bada toing hai). Instantly I began feeling numb at my knees. The scene of some newly married girl, a total stranger, beautiful like a celestial nymph actually had my brief in her hands. Not only that, she was pretty cool with it and was rubbing it in both her hands with so much care. It created some incredible emotions within me. I felt something for her, which was not love, not lust, not anything.. but something I couldn't comprehend myself.
Her whole body was shaking while she washed my underwear with both her hands. She had her eyes on my underwear. I zoomed in on her face. Perfect eyebrows, a sharp nose, smaller lips like a doll with a hint of red lipstick on it. Her expression seemed happy. Something told me that she was not doing this out of any force or duty. She just liked what she was doing. I was lost studying the features of her face. She looked like someone who can be your nicest friend.
She was still washing while she lifted her deer like eyes in an instant to meet mine. Normally I should have averted my eyes, but I simply couldn't. Even she didn't. Like Arjun in Guru Drona's camp, I too couldn't see anything except the eyes of this bird. I could feel her movements going slow. In a moment she stopped what she was doing. We were simply looking at each other. Then I saw a very slight smile reach her lips which she quickly stopped.