11:55pm
I had changed into my Levis fitting shorts and had put on a skin-fit racer vest of navy blue color. It had a text written on it, "Men like it raw" on the chest area. I normally used size 90, but in case of Levis wears size 85 was enough. I looked at my reflection in their mirror. My eyes were little red, probably because I felt a little cold catching up to me. I was sure by the next day I would have fever too. The shaky feeling for being wet for a long time was still there.
I didn't look bad to be honest. I never went to a gym in life, but my chest muscles were toned up by themselves and arms were of perfect size. I little bulge formed at my belly, but I thought to myself, chalta hai yaar, a guy must have a little of it anyway.
I peeped out of the doorway to see that kitchen door was open and the beauty was doing something on the stove. I turned back into the room and finally, for the first time prepared myself to give my rogue thoughts that generated a while back a little relief. Her bewada, middle-aged husband was now almost on his way to fall down from the bed. Fuck you, I said slowly. Then I went ahead and straight away pulled out one of the hanging bras. They were the little better ones and were soft. I felt an erection inside. Then I caught hold of one of the panty and smelled it.
It was washed and smelled of detergent. I imagined that adorning the hips of the beauty. The erection was full now. Then I chuckled at the thought of smelling the panty of someone while her husband was sleeping at a one meter distance from me. The clock struck 12 as a low volume alarm began to bell on one wall of the bedroom.
I felt someone was at the door and threw away the panty and bra in an instant. I turned around to see the beauty holding a glass of hot milk for me in her hands.
Her eyes had gone big in utter astonishment.
12am Midnight (Show Begins)
Her eyes stayed big for a few seconds. dong-dong-dong the alarm continued. Her expression changed slowly, step by step. dong-dong-dong First it was shock, then observance, then recovery and then finally shyness. By the time the alarm was over she had turned completely pink at her cheeks. Her eyes looked down while her eye balls were moving here and there quickly, which told me that she was trying hard to understand of what she just might have seen. I noticed her finger nails scratching the glass of milk she held and her toes were scratching the floor, which told me she was dying out of shyness. Everything was just too silent apart from the loud noise of the rain wreaking havoc outside.
I reached out to the glass of milk she held and took it from her. We were both 2 feet apart and were facing each other. The bewada lay behind me. I didn't even blink my eyes. I was studying each and every minute expressions coming out of her face as well as noticing her body language. I slowly sipped the milk while still looking at her. I was behaving totally normal, relaxed and cool. Then for a moment is saw her lifting her eyes a little and checking out my fitting shorts and the skin fit vest.
Though, she didn't move her eyes above my chest. Of course she couldn't have met my eyes with her's. Then I gave up for the time being and moved away and got seated on the chair just beside the bed. I looked at the glass of milk that I held and acted normal. I could clearly notice with my side-eye, she lifting her head up and looking towards the end of the bed where her navy blue panty and red bra were lying. She slowly walked ahead, took the panty and bra in her hand and then put it back on the place it was earlier.
I behaved as if nothing happened as there was no explanation I could offer her, in case she happened to confront me with. But whatever it was, I was sure she didn't hate me for that.
She got seated on the other chair that was just opposite me. She looked down and was busy thinking something while holding the corner of her aanchal and playing with it absentmindedly. A huge silence prevailed. No one said nothing.
12:15am
It was too much by the way. For almost 15 minutes I had not even dared to look at her. Though I felt her eyes on me many times, I didn't look back. My nape of neck had begun to ache in the meantime for looking at the empty glass in my hand since then. The warm milk had re-energized me and I had begun to think sane and not like a pervert. I had to strike up a conversation.
"Ahem" I cleared my throat. "I don't know your name by the way." I was talking slowly.
She came back from her own thoughts. "Oh, sorry, I am Sandhya. And you?" She tried to act as normal as possible.
"I am Omm" I sent a small smile along with it.
She just nodded.
"Where do you live in Bhubaneswar? I have one of my cousin there." She said in an even lower voice. But I was happy that she was responding normal. Probably she had wanted me to talk first and was waiting for that.
"I live in Nayapalli." I thought of something and then, "Can I ask you something?"
She just looked at me, waiting for me to question, "sure."
"Why the hell are we talking so slowly? My throat has started to hurt." I said while pointing my finger to my throat.
I wish I could exactly explain to you the way she looked when she laughed. Perhaps my PJ seemed too rightly placed at that time to have got her laugh her guts out. Although she was careful not to laugh loudly and wake up that idiot.
Finally I felt good that everything was still normal, even after she had witnessed me sticking up her panty unto my face.
When the humor subsided, she pointed her fingers towards her husband, which meant he was the reason we were talking slowly.
It was then that we both got serious again. But this time we were looking into each other's eyes. Some inexplicable emotions and feelings started flowing. We both just knew each other's names, we both had held each other's undergarments, we both had shared some unintentionally crazy situations, we both had a lot more to share.
"Why don't you take some rest? The other room has a bed." She asked me.
Even I felt like lying down for a bit, though I was not at all sleepy.
I said, "I am not sleepy and anyway the rain may stop anytime. So I wouldn't want to miss the opportunity in case it stopped for even 15 minutes."
I saw her getting a little sad at the mention of my leaving. "Though I may want to lay down a bit. I have some bad ache on the nape of my neck." I added.
"Ohoo, come I will prepare the bed for you. If you don't mind I can massage your neck?" She offered help honestly.
Though she said that honestly, just the mention of her touching me, stirred some uncontrollable fluids in my lower abdomen. I had almost jumped out of joy, when I controlled myself. "Sure!" I smiled.
**Someone has said, while alone with a woman, don't let her touch you, or you shall get fucked**
12:25am
The adjacent room was equal in size to that of her bedroom where the bewada still lay unconscious, resembling a dead body left unattended. It had a double bed and smelled of baby oil. She switched on the light, and I realized it was the room that probably belonged to another couple who also had a kid.
There was a cloth stand, 2/3rd of which had various types of sarees, petticoats and blouses hanging. On one part there were a few t-shirts, trousers and lungis thrown on carelessly and 1 or 2 male briefs. On the lower part there were dozens of kids wear, both old and new, stacked up.
"This room belongs to my elder brother-in-law and her wife. I am not supposed to sit on that bed, since its a custom." She said slowly and sweetly and smiled a little.
"I hope when they are not here, you can sit on it and no one will know. Its okay I guess?" I just asked casually.
"I am not that old fashioned you know. Its okay, let me prepare the bed for you." She said and bent forward and adjusted the bed-sheet which had got crumples here and there.
As I told you, she had the best bums in the world. I could clearly make out that they were round and plump. While she was bent forward and looking away from me, I took sometime to imagine things. I could see a part of her bare back between the back of her blouse and waist line of her saree. Her aanchal had covered most of her blouse and was hanging to both sides, so I couldn't see much. But one thing was for sure, she was looking really inviting.
Then she straightened up and turned towards me with a tiny smile intact on her face. She pointed her hand towards the bed, acknowledging me that it was ready and I can get on it.
I smiled back without a word and went up the bed. I sat on it and then laid back. "You had some pain on the back of your neck. Turn around, I can help you with that." She said, her eyes betraying her casual attitude. I knew there were a lot of things going on in her mind. Because she just couldn't stop moving her eyes around and studying my skin-fit vest and shorts.
"Okay sure" I said and turned around to sleep on my belly and my face was towards her. I could see her contemplating a few things and carefully observing my behind. As I said, I am not a gym guy, but still I had everything mostly in normal shape. So what she might have seen is my back, which was covered neatly by the vest, which also, due to the cuts of the vest might have displayed my bare shoulder blades, bare arms and the little armpit hairs.
My vest was until my waist, so only thing that covered my bums was the thin soft cotton of my Levis shorts. Due to sitting and getting up again and again, a part of the short had been stuck between my bums, thereby showcasing the complete shape of them to her. I could clearly make out that she looked at them for sometime and then her eyes went further down and examined the hairy middle thighs and calf muscles.
She slowly walked near to the edge of the bed where I was laying.
I had started to get her smell by that time. Since she was standing over me, just inches apart, and the ceiling fan above was running slowly, all her smell directly came to me.
I had changed into my Levis fitting shorts and had put on a skin-fit racer vest of navy blue color. It had a text written on it, "Men like it raw" on the chest area. I normally used size 90, but in case of Levis wears size 85 was enough. I looked at my reflection in their mirror. My eyes were little red, probably because I felt a little cold catching up to me. I was sure by the next day I would have fever too. The shaky feeling for being wet for a long time was still there.
I didn't look bad to be honest. I never went to a gym in life, but my chest muscles were toned up by themselves and arms were of perfect size. I little bulge formed at my belly, but I thought to myself, chalta hai yaar, a guy must have a little of it anyway.
I peeped out of the doorway to see that kitchen door was open and the beauty was doing something on the stove. I turned back into the room and finally, for the first time prepared myself to give my rogue thoughts that generated a while back a little relief. Her bewada, middle-aged husband was now almost on his way to fall down from the bed. Fuck you, I said slowly. Then I went ahead and straight away pulled out one of the hanging bras. They were the little better ones and were soft. I felt an erection inside. Then I caught hold of one of the panty and smelled it.
It was washed and smelled of detergent. I imagined that adorning the hips of the beauty. The erection was full now. Then I chuckled at the thought of smelling the panty of someone while her husband was sleeping at a one meter distance from me. The clock struck 12 as a low volume alarm began to bell on one wall of the bedroom.
I felt someone was at the door and threw away the panty and bra in an instant. I turned around to see the beauty holding a glass of hot milk for me in her hands.
Her eyes had gone big in utter astonishment.
12am Midnight (Show Begins)
Her eyes stayed big for a few seconds. dong-dong-dong the alarm continued. Her expression changed slowly, step by step. dong-dong-dong First it was shock, then observance, then recovery and then finally shyness. By the time the alarm was over she had turned completely pink at her cheeks. Her eyes looked down while her eye balls were moving here and there quickly, which told me that she was trying hard to understand of what she just might have seen. I noticed her finger nails scratching the glass of milk she held and her toes were scratching the floor, which told me she was dying out of shyness. Everything was just too silent apart from the loud noise of the rain wreaking havoc outside.
I reached out to the glass of milk she held and took it from her. We were both 2 feet apart and were facing each other. The bewada lay behind me. I didn't even blink my eyes. I was studying each and every minute expressions coming out of her face as well as noticing her body language. I slowly sipped the milk while still looking at her. I was behaving totally normal, relaxed and cool. Then for a moment is saw her lifting her eyes a little and checking out my fitting shorts and the skin fit vest.
Though, she didn't move her eyes above my chest. Of course she couldn't have met my eyes with her's. Then I gave up for the time being and moved away and got seated on the chair just beside the bed. I looked at the glass of milk that I held and acted normal. I could clearly notice with my side-eye, she lifting her head up and looking towards the end of the bed where her navy blue panty and red bra were lying. She slowly walked ahead, took the panty and bra in her hand and then put it back on the place it was earlier.
I behaved as if nothing happened as there was no explanation I could offer her, in case she happened to confront me with. But whatever it was, I was sure she didn't hate me for that.
She got seated on the other chair that was just opposite me. She looked down and was busy thinking something while holding the corner of her aanchal and playing with it absentmindedly. A huge silence prevailed. No one said nothing.
12:15am
It was too much by the way. For almost 15 minutes I had not even dared to look at her. Though I felt her eyes on me many times, I didn't look back. My nape of neck had begun to ache in the meantime for looking at the empty glass in my hand since then. The warm milk had re-energized me and I had begun to think sane and not like a pervert. I had to strike up a conversation.
"Ahem" I cleared my throat. "I don't know your name by the way." I was talking slowly.
She came back from her own thoughts. "Oh, sorry, I am Sandhya. And you?" She tried to act as normal as possible.
"I am Omm" I sent a small smile along with it.
She just nodded.
"Where do you live in Bhubaneswar? I have one of my cousin there." She said in an even lower voice. But I was happy that she was responding normal. Probably she had wanted me to talk first and was waiting for that.
"I live in Nayapalli." I thought of something and then, "Can I ask you something?"
She just looked at me, waiting for me to question, "sure."
"Why the hell are we talking so slowly? My throat has started to hurt." I said while pointing my finger to my throat.
I wish I could exactly explain to you the way she looked when she laughed. Perhaps my PJ seemed too rightly placed at that time to have got her laugh her guts out. Although she was careful not to laugh loudly and wake up that idiot.
Finally I felt good that everything was still normal, even after she had witnessed me sticking up her panty unto my face.
When the humor subsided, she pointed her fingers towards her husband, which meant he was the reason we were talking slowly.
It was then that we both got serious again. But this time we were looking into each other's eyes. Some inexplicable emotions and feelings started flowing. We both just knew each other's names, we both had held each other's undergarments, we both had shared some unintentionally crazy situations, we both had a lot more to share.
"Why don't you take some rest? The other room has a bed." She asked me.
Even I felt like lying down for a bit, though I was not at all sleepy.
I said, "I am not sleepy and anyway the rain may stop anytime. So I wouldn't want to miss the opportunity in case it stopped for even 15 minutes."
I saw her getting a little sad at the mention of my leaving. "Though I may want to lay down a bit. I have some bad ache on the nape of my neck." I added.
"Ohoo, come I will prepare the bed for you. If you don't mind I can massage your neck?" She offered help honestly.
Though she said that honestly, just the mention of her touching me, stirred some uncontrollable fluids in my lower abdomen. I had almost jumped out of joy, when I controlled myself. "Sure!" I smiled.
**Someone has said, while alone with a woman, don't let her touch you, or you shall get fucked**
12:25am
The adjacent room was equal in size to that of her bedroom where the bewada still lay unconscious, resembling a dead body left unattended. It had a double bed and smelled of baby oil. She switched on the light, and I realized it was the room that probably belonged to another couple who also had a kid.
There was a cloth stand, 2/3rd of which had various types of sarees, petticoats and blouses hanging. On one part there were a few t-shirts, trousers and lungis thrown on carelessly and 1 or 2 male briefs. On the lower part there were dozens of kids wear, both old and new, stacked up.
"This room belongs to my elder brother-in-law and her wife. I am not supposed to sit on that bed, since its a custom." She said slowly and sweetly and smiled a little.
"I hope when they are not here, you can sit on it and no one will know. Its okay I guess?" I just asked casually.
"I am not that old fashioned you know. Its okay, let me prepare the bed for you." She said and bent forward and adjusted the bed-sheet which had got crumples here and there.
As I told you, she had the best bums in the world. I could clearly make out that they were round and plump. While she was bent forward and looking away from me, I took sometime to imagine things. I could see a part of her bare back between the back of her blouse and waist line of her saree. Her aanchal had covered most of her blouse and was hanging to both sides, so I couldn't see much. But one thing was for sure, she was looking really inviting.
Then she straightened up and turned towards me with a tiny smile intact on her face. She pointed her hand towards the bed, acknowledging me that it was ready and I can get on it.
I smiled back without a word and went up the bed. I sat on it and then laid back. "You had some pain on the back of your neck. Turn around, I can help you with that." She said, her eyes betraying her casual attitude. I knew there were a lot of things going on in her mind. Because she just couldn't stop moving her eyes around and studying my skin-fit vest and shorts.
"Okay sure" I said and turned around to sleep on my belly and my face was towards her. I could see her contemplating a few things and carefully observing my behind. As I said, I am not a gym guy, but still I had everything mostly in normal shape. So what she might have seen is my back, which was covered neatly by the vest, which also, due to the cuts of the vest might have displayed my bare shoulder blades, bare arms and the little armpit hairs.
My vest was until my waist, so only thing that covered my bums was the thin soft cotton of my Levis shorts. Due to sitting and getting up again and again, a part of the short had been stuck between my bums, thereby showcasing the complete shape of them to her. I could clearly make out that she looked at them for sometime and then her eyes went further down and examined the hairy middle thighs and calf muscles.
She slowly walked near to the edge of the bed where I was laying.
I had started to get her smell by that time. Since she was standing over me, just inches apart, and the ceiling fan above was running slowly, all her smell directly came to me.