Parts of this story have been told to me by a person. I am narrating her story.
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Sanju was 19 when he had to move to the city for higher studies. He was a simple country boy with almost no knowledge of city life. Sanju did not have an accommodation at the city and he did not like the "paying guest" facilities, which were available. Finally, Sanju's mother put him at his cousin's house. The cousin's name was Sima. She was married to Tarun. Sima and Tarun did not have a child.
I earlier worked worked as secretary to Tarun's father. He had lots of properties and investments. After his father died, Tarun requested me to stay on and continue to do the work. Tarun was about 32. He was a service engineer in a multinational firm and had to travel a lot. Sima was about 30 and was a psychologist. She was a bookish type - tall, gentle and affable with a bright smile. They were a nice couple and never interfered with my work. I was, in fact, quite friendly to Sima and we used to spend time together. I came from a nearby village. I was 39 and had a 20 year old son who was studying Engineering living in a hostel. My husband had deserted me and I stayed at Tarun's house. Since I had a lot of free time, I also used to take care of domestic work. That kept me busy and the house, tidy.
I took a liking to Tarun from the beginning. He was skinny, with uncut moustache and beards. Like his cousin, he had a friendly smile. Sanju seemed to miss the serenity of the country life for a first few months. It took some days for him to adjust to the crowd, the pollution, the dust, the din of the traffic and general lack of concern. The city boys and girls were unsympathetic to his plight. It was only when he scored the highest marks in the First Semester that he was acknowledged by his friends.
Meantime, I took pity on Sanju and took it upon myself to educate him in the ways of the city. I would take him to the market and shops and teach him how to bargain with shopkeepers, not to be outsmarted by them, how to cross roads in rush hours without traffic lights, how to protect himself from conmen and pickpockets, how to argue with a cab driver and many other ways of the world. In between, we would walk together, find out a park and eat peanuts sitting on empty bench and gazing at the falling leaves. There was no doubt that we liked each other's company. We sometime held hands. I always wore white sarees. Sanju asked me why I would not wear something bright, I laughed and said that I would do so when my husband came back.
Soon, Sanju's college closed for summer holidays. Sanju spent two weeks at his country home and then returned to the city. In between my son also visited me for a couple of weeks and then left for the village to my parents. The college was closed and Sanju spent most of the time either at home or at the library.
Our house is a large one storied bungalow. In the front there is a car parking space and at the back, there is a small garden with a few trees. The entire area is cordoned off by a tall boundary wall. Because of the trees and the boundary wall, the ground is not visible from outside. There were two bathrooms inside - one adjacent to Tarun's room which is used by Tarun and Sima and the other at the back. Sanju and I used the bathroom at the back. However, every afternoon, unless it was raining or too cold, after my duties were over, I worked out in the garden for about an hour and then did my washing and took bath at the back of the house where there was a water tap. The washing machine was also kept there under a shed. Sanju also took his bath in the bathroom at the same time and we used to have our lunch together.
A few days after Sanju came back from the country, I was washing clothes outside. Suddenly I heard a sound from the bathroom. I looked up briefly and felt like something is going on at the window of the bathroom which was at a height. I continued washing and in the pretext of hanging the clothes to dry on the rope, had a look at the window. I could clearly see Sanju was peering through the window. He must have got on to the stool which was kept in the bathroom to look furtively at me. I should have got angry, but instead, I was excited. I knew it was wrong but I could not help myself feeling wanted and happy. I had never been a tease but felt an irresistible desire to play along with the young boy.
I came back in the open and pretended that I had not seen anything. I turned my back to the window and slowly unhooked my blouse. I took it off and threw it in the washing basket. I had dropped my pallu and was wearing a bra inside. I raised my hands and stretched. I then unclasped my bra and threw it away also. I then lowered the waist of my saree and untied the knot of my petticoat. The petticoat slipped from within and I stepped out of it. I lowered the waist of the saree a little further so that the crack of my ass showed. I arched and hoped that Sanju was still looking. I then covered my breasts with the end (pallu) of my saree and turned. Sure enough, Sanju was looking. I then sat and washed the clothes. I allowed the pallu to drop a little but never too much. I knew that I had an attractive figure and a muscular body and when bare, it would look good. My breasts were not too large - 34C - but they were erect. I washed my clothes, didn't take bath in the open on that day and carried the wash bucket back.
During lunch, Sanju looked devastated. He fumbled. I asked him "are you unwell?"
He said "No, no ... I am fine." He kept himself confined to the room after that and went out for a walk in the evening.
Next day, again in the pretext of hanging clothes for drying, I looked at the window and, sure enough, Sanju was looking out through the window. I have to admit that I was excited. I was not sure whether it was right, but I could not resist myself. I never knew that I was an exhibitionist but I decided to give him a better view. I faced the window and dropped the pallu. I took off my blouse and bra. After a long time I felt that uncanny tingling in my breasts and up my legs. I looked down at myself - feeling proud of my small but firm boobs - which were like rubber balls, located a little nearer to the shoulders, rounded and full and my dark brown nipples, the areola around them leaving a large long valley and my flat belly with a deep navel. That someone was appreciating my boobs, taking pain to look at them through a window made me feel young once more. I took some almond oiI on my palm and rubbed it on my arms. Then, while rubbing it on my back, I thrust my boobs forward. I massaged my belly and inserted my little finger into my navel to clean it. I sang to myself in a soft voice and wriggled under Sanju's gaze. I rubbed my boobs and tweaked my nipples.
I then pulled down the knot of the saree and splashed water on my body with a mug a few times. Gleefully, I jumped up and down - like a small girl - making my boobs bounce and then, one again, massaged my boobs. I squeezed them and raised them from below, washing the skin underneath. The very thought that someone was looking at me almost made me come. The nipples became erect and hard. I pulled down my saree and poured water through it on my legs. The saree clung to my body but since I was wearing a petticoat, I knew nothing was visible in the lower half. I then turned around, opened the knot of the saree and discarded it. I was at the highest level of excitement. Should I now drop the petticoat? Will it be too much?
Actually I wanted him to see me naked. I wanted him to touch me everywhere. But I was not sure whether he would do it. I was not sure whether it would be proper. This way, it was safe. If there was any problem, I could always say that I did not know he was watching me. I untied the knot of my petticoat. It was wet and clinging to my body. I peeled it off, shaking my waist and butt. I stepped out of the saree, with my back to the window. I was not broad sideways but my butt was slightly raised. I could not gather enough courage to face the window. There was a small stool which I used to sit on when I washed clothes. I placed my saree on the stool and sat on it. I could not hold myself any further. I had reached a point of no return. With my back to the window, I spread my legs and fingered myself. My pussy was dripping and I came, rather violently, after four or five strokes. I shook, cried out and slept from the stool, falling on the ground. I kept on rubbing and shaking with pleasure, first on my back and then rolling on to all four, till I was completely spent. When it was all over, I just lay down, looking at the leaves of the trees above my eyes and scattering beams of sun percolating through them. I masturbated regularly but I could not remember when I came so fast with so much pleasure. Slowly, I picked myself up, had a quick bath, dried myself and dressed up.
Sanju came out of the bathroom after five minutes. He too looked absolutely spent. He must have masturbated more than once. I asked him "what's happened to you?"
