Urban Girl In A Village Ch 05

Next day was a Sunday. I woke up in the morning, to the thoughts of my Saturday exhibition streak. I was lying on the bed, feeling quite lazy to get up.

I was feeling so naughty after what happened the previous day. I was getting lot of attention wherever I go. Obviously, if that's what I wanted, I'm getting it. Which included many wrong attentions from wrong people, like my grandparents.

I'm living with them and couldn't stop them from controlling me turning myself into a whore. After all they are the easiest people to deceive. So, I am fine with their restrictions. Let it be.

I thought about that incident happened to me in the bus a couple of years back and how sad and angry I was on those people who used me. I still remember lying on the bed just like I am lying now, tears running from my ears, for weeks.

But now, my mindset has changed a lot.

If something like that happened to me today, I would be proud.

And I won't mind travelling in a crowded bus, very next day, again wearing something more revealing.

Even if my grandparents complained about my exhibitionism in the village streets, I was not feeling embarrassed or shy about what I did.

Instead, I wanted to do something more!

It's just that I will have to do it without their consent. I was wondering how.

That's when I got a message on phone. It was from an unknown number. I opened it.

The message said: 'Hey, Roshni!! this is Rahul. The stationery guy'

He had a cute DP.

I replied immediately: 'Hey Rahul. Good morning. I'll save your number.'

'Good morning Roshni...'

Me: ' :) '

Rahul: 'Yesterday everyone was talking about you in the junction'

Me: 'yea... I guessed it. No wonder my granddad was complaining about me'

Rahul: 'Don't worry about it. Don't care about them.'

Me: 'emm... I'm not sure about it. I won't be able to go out as I used to'

Rahul: 'oh no. Please don't think like that. You looked beautiful in that shirt yesterday. Please keep coming to my shop. I would love to see you more.'

Me: 'that's so sweet of you.. :) '

Rahul: 'So... Can I see you again? '

Me: 'Even if I don't come to your shop very often, you can come to my house if you like my company.'

Rahul: 'Really?! Would your parents be ok with that?!'

Me: 'There's no need to inform them. Lol'

Rahul: 'oh awesome. Sounds like a plan.'

He was so excited. Within seconds his next message came.

'Can I come now?'

Me: 'not now. I'm still in bed. And my grandparents are outside.'

Rahul: 'but I feel like seeing you'

I thought for a second and looked down. I was wearing my nightie. I decided to send him a selfie. I turned on the camera and lied on my side. A little bit of cleavage was visible. I clicked the pic and sent. Within seconds he sent a love emoji.

'Wow Roshni!! Can it go more down?' he asked.

'No.'

'I gotta go. Bye.' I texted and left.

I changed into a regular maxi nightie and stepped outside. I brushed, had my breakfast and started studying.

It was summer season and it was freaking hot outside.

After studying for two hours, I decided to take a bath because I needed a break and I was sweating heavily.

After the shower, I decided to wear something more comfortable. Since I was sitting in the room and not planning to step out the whole day, I decided to wear my yellow tank top and shorts. And definitely, without a bra or panties.

The nipple was poking through the top and the brown areola was also slightly visible through the bright yellow top.

And in the last few months I had gained some more weight, as a result the shorts was tighter across my butt and thighs. It came till mid-thigh. It was hugging my pussy as well.

Even when having lunch with my grandparents, I didn't bother covering up. They were getting used to it, I realized. They only had problems if I went outside wearing it.

My granddad mentioned it also in a very light way, in the conversation.

'Baby, let me know if you're going out. I need to buy some tablets.' Also, I heard him telling grandma to keep an eye on me, if I'm going out wearing that top or shorts.

I decided to stay at home until the waves subside.

It was noon. The sun was burning outside. No one would even think of going outside in that sun. My grandparents usually took afternoon naps right after the lunch. I was feeling tad lazy after the meal and the insane summer. I also decided to relax a little bit.

I was lying in the room, thinking of all the mad things I did the previous day and in an instant my nipples were poking on my top. I looked down to see them hard. I slowly rubbed them over the top and they became harder. I was enjoying the moment, eyes slowly closing and hand slowly slipping into the shorts.

"AMMAAA!!" I got startled hearing that loud sound outside. 'who the hell is calling out for his mother in this house?' I wondered and looked outside.

It was a door to door seller carrying a big bag.

He was a 50-55-year-old dark complexion guy with grey beard.

He looked so tired and sad with his life. He was wiping the sweat from his forehead.

He saw me looking at him.

"Give me some water, ammaa" he again shouted.

"Ok, ok..." I said and got up from the bed and gestured him not to make loud noise again and startle my grandparents.

"Who is that, Roshni?" grandma asked, half asleep.

"It's a seller, grandma... He is asking for some water. It's ok... I'll give." I told her and walked out of my room into the kitchen.

Grandma started snoring in seconds.

I was in the kitchen, pouring water into the glass. The hard nipples in the foreground woke the lusty Roshni up.

I wondered, if I can tease this old man a little bit.

Most of these sellers don't stay at one place. And I've never seen him around. So maybe he is just passing from one village to another. Maybe he will never come back again to this place.

What's wrong with entertaining myself a bit? And giving this man some good views in this dry life?

All these thoughts led one to another and in a minute, I was pulling my top down, showing some good cleavage and nipple poking on the top.

Just for some effects, I dropped some drops of water exactly in the cleavage so that it'll look like sweat and it'll grab his attention as well.

I pulled the shorts a little up. Now it was pressing against my pussy and ass was also tight across the thighs. It was now well 6-7 inches above the knees. It was seen only a little bit as the top was covering the crotch area of the shorts. I tied my hair in bun, made sure hair won't cover the view.

I walked with glass in hand. I was trembling with excitement. My nipples were also getting hard as it kept on rubbing on the top. I was turned on.

I reached to the sit-out area where the man was sitting on the floor.

He was really thirsty, I guess. He was looking at the door, when I walked in.

Sitting on the floor means I will have to bend down to a great extent.

Mmm... interesting.

I stood in front of him, him looking at the glass of water, I gave him a cute smile and bent down to hand over the glass.

I felt the top gaping away from the boobs. Within a second, my boobs were hanging in front of his eyes.

I made no attempt to cover up and made sure no hair strands were falling down to hide his view and I was not wearing any ornaments in the neck. I wanted to make sure that he never misses this view and I was not wrong. My cleavage was the only thing that was visible for his eyes at that moment.

I looked into his eyes.

He took the water from my hand and gave me a thirsty smile, looking directly into my naked boobs.

I wanted to strike that pose some more time. That's when I saw the bag which was filled with merchandise.

"What are all those things in your bag?" I stood there, bending closer to the bag, with my hands resting on the knees.

Now my hands were pressing the boobs together, thrusting them out of the top.

He, drinking the water, staring into my cleavage, didn't say anything and enjoyed the moment of his thirst getting quenched and maybe, his little boy waking up to the sight.

I stood there for 4-5 seconds until he finished the water. He gave me the glass and said "thank you"

"You want more?" I asked.

"No, ma'am.. maybe later."

So he is planning to stick around for a while. Interesting.

"Sit down. I'll show you." He said.

I sat on the floor, right in front of him and his bag.

I left the top to be as it is and gave zero attempt to hide anything.

Now my top was so low, that even when I was normally sitting, good amount of cleavage was visible for him.

Also the shorts rode up more, reaching the upper thighs.

I leaned towards the bag with curiosity, to check what all are in the bag. I felt the top gaping once again, showing him a good amount of my bouncing wet boobs. I was actually sweating now. I could feel the sweat running into the cleavage drop by drop.

His face was now less than two feet away from my body and he had no intention of hiding he desire as he kept on looking into my boobs while unpacking the bag.

He opened the bag. It was filled with so many totally random items, like, bangles, necklaces, nail cutters, key chains, earrings, whistles and some toys.

"Earlier days people used to wait for me every week to buy items. I had the most exclusive items with me, which I used to buy from the town and bring"

He took out a necklace and handed it over to me.

"This will look great on you." He said.

"Nowadays nobody wants to buy from me" He continued his story.

Whatever the story is, he had a good sense about the jewelry.

The necklace he gave me was a thin golden colored necklace with a red stone heart shaped locket. I liked it.

Me, now, listening to his stories, took the necklace, opened the lock, held the two ends in both hands, raised hands behind the neck and started locking it.

My torso was now fully exposed to his eyes.

My nipples poking into the yellow top, and the raised hands thrust the boobs more into the top, and sweaty armpit.

He enjoyed the view for a good 5 seconds while I was attempting to lock it in the back of my head.

The red locket fell perfectly inside the cleavage.

He took out a mirror from the bag and showed me.

I checked the mirror. The necklace looked so beautiful in my neck. I tilted the mirror down to see the locket fell deep inside the cleavage. I put my fingers inside the cleavage and adjusted the locket, facing outside and looked at him. He was still staring into my boobs.

"what do you think?" I asked him.

"You look beautiful in it." he said.

I looked into his eyes for a few seconds.

"My selections are never wrong, you know" He winked and said.

"Oh, really? Let's find out then. What else do you have in that bag?" I bent down again and looked into it.

The necklace fell apart from the cleavage and it was now in front of my hanging boobs.

He opened the bag to take out some more ornaments, like bangles, earrings and rings.

I tried some of them and selected a few.

There was another packet inside the bag.

"What is in this?" I asked him.

"Well..." he thought for a second and said.

"These are some modern clothes that I used to sell to the ladies. But now, since there are lots of shops around, nobody is buying them." he said.

"Can I have a look?" I asked. Modern got my attention.

He took the packet out and opened it. It had a few clothes, which looked very thin. I took them out curiously and started opening one by one.

He stopped helping and went back to staring into my boobs moving around inside the top.

The clothes looked quite old since he hasn't used them for quite a while.

The smallest material that got in my hand was a white blouse.

"Is this a bra?" I asked him because it could never be worn outside as it was so thin like a tissue paper.

"Well... it exactly is not a modern costume. It's something that very old people wear at home. And it's a blouse. They wear bra inside them." he explained.

I could never use it. But should I try wearing it? I wondered.

As I kept on staring on it holding, he read my mind and told: "If you liked it, try it once. You can wear it at home"

"Yea... I'm looking for something to wear inside home in this summer season. And obviously I can't wear a bra in this heat." I said.

He quickly started breathing heavily, and said: "If you liked it, wear and check it."

"Ok, let me try this."

I said and took it inside. He looked so lustful when I said it and waited in anticipation.

I removed my tank top once I reached inside and wore the blouse. It was one size smaller for me.

Its design was just like a blouse that Indian women wear with a Saree. But so thin that if I dropped water on it, the moment it'll become totally transparent and it'll show everything off inside.

I wore it.

My dark nipples were easily visible through it. Instead of hooks, there were buttons on it.

I tried buttoning it up. But since it was a smaller size, it was too tight across my boobs.

Instead, I decided to tie it under the boobs.

I stretched the material a little bit and tied a knot under the boobs. It was so open across the boobs, half of both my boobs were on display already. The upper part of the blouse where the buttons were there, it became flaps and was folded.

I pushed the boobs closer so that now maximum amount of the cleavage was visible, showing some areola.

I checked in the mirror.

I looked like a slut, wearing the smallest shorts, showing my upper thigh, and the sheerest blouse possible, with ample amount of cleavage on display along with my whole tummy and my deep navel on display.

I pulled the shorts down so that there was a lot of skin on show between my boobs and pussy.

Thinking for a second, I loosened the top a little bit also, just in case the seller gets lucky.

I walked outside.

My boobs were bouncing as I walked to the sit-out.

He was waiting impatiently and the moment I stepped out, his mouth was wide open, staring into my boobs.

"How is it?" I asked him, with an innocent smile.

"Its.. it's.." He stammered.

"Little bit revealing, right?" I asked.

"Yea.. I guess so." He said.

I liked his truthfulness. "Yea.. thought so." I said.

"I think I can't wear this anywhere" I giggled nervously.

"But you look so modern in this, ma'am." He somehow finished the sentence.

'Modern' I laughed to myself.

"Yea... but I guess I can't wear this in this village." I said.

He didn't say anything but was staring at my cleavage.

"Is there anything that I can wear here?" I asked and again sat down in front of him.

I could feel the knot I made under the boobs was getting loose, slowly.

But I didn't do anything to cover up or anything.

I again started going through his clothes, giving some extra movement to the boobs.

He didn't do anything but kept on staring at my boobs.

Inch by inch, I could feel my boobs getting relaxed and them falling out of the constraints of the blouse.

And finally, I knew he was treated to both my naked boobs when the material which was rubbing against my nipples lost contact with them and both my boobs fell open from the blouse.

Both my boobs were hanging free right in front of this stranger's face.

I waited for a couple of seconds and then reacted: "Oh my God! This blouse is too small for me"

I bought both sides of the blouse and held them together with one hand, hiding the boobs and looked at him. "I'm sorry." I said.

He was still looking into my boobs while saying "it's fine."

That's when I found a spaghetti strap top in his bag.

Without any inhibition, I started taking it out. I took it with my free hand and tried to open it since it was folded.

Him, without even trying to help, kept on staring at the boobs.

I then removed the one hand which was trying to hold the two ends of the blouse and started unfolding the spaghetti top.

The blouse started falling apart again showing enormous amount of cleavage.

The spaghetti top was again a white top.

I opened it and held against the light. It was sheer.

I looked at him. His mouth was open and staring at my boobs.

I looked down to see both my boobs outside the blouse, showing him every single detail of my boobs, areola and nipples. I didn't bother covering now.

"I wanna try this." I told him.

"But.. this blouse looks good on you." he said.

He didn't wanna stop the treat he was getting.

"But we just said that I can't take it, right?"

"But... but..." He didn't want me to leave from there and change the blouse.

"Hmmm... I'll quickly change and check this."

Before he realized what I meant by that, I removed the blouse sitting there itself, kept it on the side, took my time to adjust the other top, and started wearing it.

I sat there wearing nothing but my tiny shorts, in front of a complete stranger.

He sat there enjoying every second of the best view he has ever seen in his life.

I, on the other side, took my sweet time to figure out which is the front side of the top and then tied my hair, which was loose by now, into a bun, with both hands tying the hair, exposing my naked torso for him.

After tying the hair, I wore the top.

As I imagined, it was a sheer top which exposed everything inside.

My dark areola, hard nipples and the shape of my boobs were also visible through it.

I pulled it down a bit, showing some good amount of cleavage above it. I could wear it under a shawl or cardigan.

"Hmm... it's nice. Don't you think?" I asked him.

He was stunned by all these shows and shook his head, still looking into my boobs.

"I'll take this." I told him.

"Ok. Anything else?" He asked.

"I think this will be enough for now."

"Ok."

He folded the blouse which I was wearing earlier and kept in the bag.

"I'll pack them for you." He said and took out a polythene cover and put the selected bangles and earrings in it.

He looked at the necklace I was wearing.

"Should I pack this as well?" He asked.

"Yea, you can pack them." I told and removed the necklace and gave to him.

He put it in the bag and looked again in anticipation.

I, with a naughty smile, removed my top also and gave it to him.

I was again topless.

"Oh.. I forgot my top inside the room when I went to change into blouse." I said.

"It's fine. Nobody will see." He said.

"Yea... Except you." I laughed.

I sat there without any inhibition, not covering my body, with my boobs proudly staring at him and him staring at them.

"How much is the total?" I asked him.

He counted for one minute, while I was again busy tying the hair with both hands, my boobs jiggling when the body was moving.

"340 rupees." He said.

"OK, let me take the cash and my blouse."

I went inside, checked my purse to see that there was only 50 rupees with me.

Aah.. hell. I didn't wanna wake my grandparents now.

I thought for a second, took my tank top, held it in my hand and walked outside.

Didn't even bother checking if anyone else was standing outside or in the road.

I was so turned on by then.

I walked with full freedom, boobs jiggling in every step, him enjoying the scene.

"Actually, there is a problem." I said, keeping the tank top on side, not bothering to wear it or cover my body.

"I don't have that much money right now with me."

"How much do you have?"

"I have 50 rupees."

"Ohh.. that's too less."

"I know. I don't wanna wake my grandparents up right now."

"Hmm... I will be coming next month. You can pay then also." He said after thinking for a while.

"No, no... I'm not sure how long I'll be here. I might go back to my town any time. I mean, I have never seen you before in two years' time. I don't think I'll be seeing you again. Actually, I am planning to go to Delhi next week. So, I don't know when I'll be back." I lied.