Dear Reader,
This is my first attempt at writing, and the third instalment of a multi-part series. I hope to publish subsequent parts at regular intervals, depending on how well this part is received.
Since this is a continuation, I would recommend you read the first and second parts before you start with this part.
To give you sufficient perspective, this story is set in a small town in India and is about an 18-year-old girl named Doyel (pronounced Though-Elle).
The story majorly focusses on exhibitionism and does not contain any actual sex, although physical contact is existent. However, subsequent parts may evolve to include consensual sex between two or more characters.
I am immensely thankful to Drmaxc for taking painstaking effort into editing the draft and providing suggestions to the plotline. His contribution to this part, just like the previous parts, is undeniable and integral to the story.
Constructive criticism, suggestions and comments are welcome.
All characters in the story are 18 or above at the beginning of the story.
The Day Everything Changed - 3
For a second or two Doyel stood at the door preparing herself. Outside this passport official was waiting to see her - waiting impatiently - upstairs her two friends were, no doubt, also impatient for her to return. She had just been showing herself off to them - revealing her naked body to them - and she had expected more to happen imminently. Instead, she and they had been interrupted. Her careful plans going out of the window. In her aroused state - and she certainly was aroused - could she turn this change to her advantage. Certainly, it would do no harm to have Samar and Arup wait. She had them on a hook. Best to let the fishing line and reel have its play before reeling them in. The arrival of the official was not only unplanned, but also unanticipated. She had applied for her passport a couple weeks back, was aware that there would be a verification process involved, but she had not been expecting the verification to be happening this soon. Could she perhaps have some fun with this official? Could she further her own sexual pleasure. Her scheming avatar was coming to the fore. Doyel smiled to herself as she reached for the door.
To give you some perspective and, hopefully, not bore you with prosaic details, a passport application is always verified for residential address of the applicant. This verification is carried out by the local intelligence office, an arm of the district administration. Usually, the office would depute a clerk to each case who would verify the address through a physical visit and then a document check. The clerk would expect a standard amount for approving the application, a part of which would also be shared with the officer overseeing the application. The rates and percentage shares of such transactions were revised from time to time. Of course, nothing was official about this, but this was sort of an open secret and common knowledge across the general populace. It was not a scale of official charges but a bribe to ensure the smooth processing of the application. Without it the process might take a very long time.
Doyel was aware of the process but had not expected the official so soon and had been caught surprised at the official arriving at such an inopportune moment. However, she intended to turn this to her advantage, being already worked up to quite an extent. She could feel that lovely wet feeling between her legs. Not uncommon for her and mostly very welcome. Her scheming intention now to try her luck at negotiating this in an interesting and exciting way without the use of any money at all, although, of course, she did have money upstairs in her room as a backup should she need it. A win-win situation. She would keep her money and have some fun and an interesting experience.
Doyel opened the latch at the top of the door. This time she already had the keys to hand on the hook at the back of the door, but she did not want to unlock the collapsible gate yet. She opened just the door to see a middle-aged gentleman standing there with some papers in his hand. He was of average height and build, had a good head of salt and pepper hair, mostly still pepper, and an averagely thick salt and pepper moustache, mostly salt. Underneath his thick lips showed displeasure at being kept waiting. He was wearing a short sleeve checked shirt and grey trousers. His overall appearance and attire were a complete reflection of a typical
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, a clerk in a government office, quite used to sitting at his desk all day long, doing chitchat with his colleagues that was completely unconnected and irrelevant to his work. No doubt it required great effort on his part to bother leaving his desk to take care of such mundane duties as the physical verification of passport applications, though no doubt the additional fee was quite an incentive.
What did he want from her? What did he want to check? Perhaps in addition to Doyel's address, he would like to verify her sex was as stated on her application form? Doyel shivered at the naughtiness of her thoughts. If, improbably, he did want to verify this, how would he do it? Would he want to undertake a full bodily inspection and check if she had the right body parts to justify her claim? Would he want her to stand to attention, all in her birthday suit, while he checked each of her girl parts, poking and prodding everywhere to ensure they were genuine? Almost like a medical examination but not quite like that - not at all!
Doyel was having all these thoughts in the moment and her imagination was running wild. She realised she was getting wetter, her breath was coming in sighs, and her nipples were no less erect than they had been before. Her nightie, thin from age and sleeveless with knotted strings to the shoulders dropping to just above her knees was rather dark in colour. This would help camouflage the contour of her nipples, at least, she thought it would, in case the man at the door did not appreciate her potential proposal for not being paid in cash, but in kind.
"Hello, I am Doyel."
"Gupta, from the passport office," he responded announcing himself, "I have come to verify your address against your application." He was nonchalant at her state of (un)dress.
This surprised Doyel. This was not expected. This was not the reaction she had received from the boys. Did he not perhaps appreciate young women?
"How long have you been living here?" he continued.
"I was born here. My grandfather built this house. After he passed, my father, being an only child, became the owner of the house."
"Ms. Doyel, let me repeat, how long have you been living here, at this address?" he seemed to be irritated but she had answered his question.
Doyel, for one, was certainly irritated. He had her application, he knew how old she was, and she told him she was born here! He seemed a stickler for procedure. Did he really want her to repeat the information he already had?
"18 years, 8 months." She replied curtly.
"Thank you. Who is the owner of the house?"
Again? This guy was certainly irritating Doyel - brassing her off indeed. But she tried to maintain her calm demeanour. She needed him to approve her application.
"The owner of the house is my father." And she added her father's name.
"Thank you. Please confirm the address for me."
Doyel told him the address which of course he knew. She then noticed that with every answer, he was marking the answers on a form of some sort. She understood then why he wanted very specific answers to his questions - he was just following protocol! Absurd, but that seemed to be how it was. She calmed down. She also noticed now that with every question, he would look around at the house, and then look at her, as if, she thought, trying to check for possible reasons for rejecting the application.
He went on to ask about her educational qualification, her marital status, her mother's name, and several other questions presumably mentioned on the form. Every time he looked down while scribbling in his paper, Doyel gradually pulled her nightie in the front until she felt the top of the neck hole at the back of her neck. She discreetly cast her eyes down to check the front and found that a good part of the top of her breasts was now visible, and she was displaying a decent amount of cleavage. She was going to try out her scheme or at least unsettle him. The idea of exposing herself to this stranger excited her. He was annoying, very annoying, but might that make the exposure even better - for her?
Once he completed his questioning, the clerk, Gupta, told Doyel she would need to sign the paper. She moved behind the door and took the keys from the hook. While doing so, she also inspected herself and took a moment to think of her course of action. If she wanted to actually expose herself, she would have to move both of them away from the sight of the road. She formulated a plan and started unlocking the collapsible gate. She had to bend forward just a bit to use the key on the lock, and knew that while doing so, most of her breasts would now be on display. If he decided to look at the right place, which she hoped he did, he would see almost everything except her areolae and nipples. Perhaps this would be inviting enough, she thought. It would certainly excite her.
Doyel cast a glance up at Gupta, and sure enough, he did not notice her looking at him because he himself was looking down her nightie with a longing expression, the longing of a man who has fasted for a long time and was still going hungry! She knew she had him. Time to reel the line in. Not the fishing line upon which she thought she had Samar and Arup well and truly caught but a second line. She was becoming quite the fisherwoman! Now it was just a matter of who would move first. She had the gate unlocked soon enough and started pushing one end of the gate to slide and open. It moved a little with a jerk, but then it refused to move further. The gate was probably jammed, and the gap was not enough. She needed to open more. She was now having to put more effort into the push. She got irritated that Gupta was just standing there, pen and papers in hand, not making any attempt to help her! She pushed more now, and with a jerk, the gate finally moved. Then the realisation dawned on her - the knotted string of the nightie, which was supposed to be on her right shoulder, was now resting comfortably at her right elbow, exposing her entire right breast to prying eyes! Prying eyes across the street as well as Gupta's - only she thought his body would obscure the sight from any neighbour who was out. Unlikely as that was in the heat. She avoided the temptation to look at the situation, lest she give away her knowledge. But she was quite sure of it because she felt the string at her elbow, and clearly felt the end of the fabric trying to push her breast from below. She knew she had achieved what she wanted to, albeit partially and inadvertently, but she had. She was partially exposed to this stranger.
Doyel made no attempt to look down or pull up her nightie, continuing her façade of being oblivious to the state of undress she was in, and took the papers from Gupta, who she noticed seemed almost uninterested in them now. Clearly he was much more interested in her exposed breast than anything else. She asked him to come in and moved behind the door so she could be out of sight from the road.
"Where do I need to sign?" she asked looking at the forms.
