Mrs Ritu Pt 01

Hi, My name is Soumen. I'm a 27 years old Bengali man, living in a small suburban town near Kolkata.

Like most lower middle class youth I was also a mediocre student in class and somehow completed my graduation from a government college and after struggling for a few years and completing a diploma course in Computer hardware and networking I finally found a job in a private company.

Actually it's a well known big computer showroom at Chandni Chowk area in Kolkata.

My job is to Assemble new desktops or go to customers' places to install new desktops or laptops. And sometimes go to an existing customer's place for repair and maintenance purposes.

One day I was at a customer's place and after completing my work I returned back to our showroom.

I was just entering when the lady receptionist smiled at me and said, Soumen, you have a beautiful treat for tomorrow.

She was smiling continuously.

I was thinking that she was pulling my leg or something mischievous happened or maybe I made some mistake. I became nervous.

I asked the receptionist, "What happened? Why are you smiling mischievously like this? Did I make any mistakes?"

The manager came. He was also smiling.

I asked him, what happened, boss?

He smiled and said, Soumen, you've to go near South City tomorrow.

Now, there are two parts of Kolkata. North Kolkata is known as Old Kolkata with its British colonial old buildings and old Babu Culture and old Government offices. And the Southern part of Kolkata is very much developed and modern. South City is a well known Mall and a housing complex with 35 storeys skyscrapers.

The address was near that housing complex.

Next morning I went to the said address directly from my home. My job was simple.

The customer had taken a brand new laptop and I had to just switch it on and set up the laptop. It would take hardly 30 minutes. I saw the address. It was a Marwadi Man's name.

I reached the address with the help of google map. It was also a 5 storeys building and the apartment was on the 3rd floor. A maid wearing saree opened the door and told me to wait at the doorstep and shut the door again.

Then after 3 to 4 minutes she opened the door again.

The living room was huge. Huge means huge. To the right there was a big dining table where one traditional Marwadi old lady aged around 65 wearing a dark red traditional saree covering her head with the pallu was sitting at the dining table and beside her an old man aged around 70 was sitting wearing a white half sleeve vest and a white dhoti.

Another very young very slim maid was serving breakfast to them.

And the kitchen room was just behind that dining area. I could see a very lean young man wearing a very ordinary t-shirt and pants cooking something. A very mouth watering aroma of clarified butter was coming from the kitchen.

The maid who had opened the door told me to sit on the black colored leather covered divine sofa to the left side of the living room.

The long divine was a companion of two more single side sofas. The sofa was so soft that my buttbcheeks almost disappeared and I submarged till my waist into it.

I have a problem. Whenever I used to sit on something very soft like the soft seat of a bus or car I got an instant urge of pissing.

And that happened again that day.

But due to shyness I couldn't ask the maid where the toilet was.

I just started waiting there.

The maid went away into the kitchen.

There was a small wooden temple at the left most corner of the living room beside a huge wide window. A continuous holy Gayatri mantra was playing in a very low volume on a tiny box hanging from the wall above that tiny wooden temple.

The 32 inch smart TV was hanging from the wall opposite to me and I could see the corridor going to the bedrooms opposite to me.

I was waiting, waiting and waiting.

After 5 more minutes I suddenly saw a very beautiful tall, very fair woman coming from inside through the corridor.Age was around 30.

She was carrying that brand new laptop's box.

You may think that it's a very common thing. But the uncommon thing was her dressing sense. She was wearing a transparent spaghetti strap black crop tank top and a very tiny skin tight very thin black tight shorts.

The white fair skin of her boobe could be shown through her top. Only around the nipples the fabric was a little thick. But still I could see the impression of her areolas and nipples. The tight shorts were starting very low below her waistline and ending just above her thighs. You can call it a panty rather than shorts.

She was sweating and smiling.

The droplets of sweat around her deep belly button gave me an instant boner. I was already trying to control my urge to pee and now the boner made my situation worse.

I quickly pulled my backpack on my lap to cover my erection.

She came and stood in front of me.

With a cute smile she said, Sorry brother, for me you had to wait a long time. Actually I was working out.

I said, it's ok, madam. No issue.

She asked, I'm Ritu. And what's your name?

And she forwarded her hand.

I nervously looked at her and shakenly lifted my right arm and fumble, I.. I am Soumen.

She smiled and handed me the box and said nice to meet you Soumen.

Saying that she sat on the arm rest of the same sofa on which I was sitting.

Then she asked, Soumen, wanna have some tea or coffee?

I said, No madam, it's ok.

She again said, then have some cold drinks.

I again refused politely. But then she called the maid and said, Bring one glass of cold water for Sahab.

Hearing the word Sahab mentioning me made me a little embarrassed. I couldn't refuse anymore.

She said, Soumen, please show me everything. Your Saab is not in the city. And I'm a leyman or you may say ley woman,hehe.

The maid came and gave me a glass of chilled water. That choked my throat and increased the pressure in my bladder.

But what could I do?

Nothing.

Mrs. Ritu asked, What are you doing now?

I said, I'm just unboxing the laptop and then I'll set it up.

She asked, Should I know how to set it up?

I said, No madam. After setting it up I'll show you how to operate it.

She said, Ok then, I'm just coming back. You do your work.

Saying that she went near the dining area and started talking with the old man and woman. Hearing their conversation I assumed that they are her parents in law.

I was shocked to see the contrast between her and her in-laws ' clothing sense.

They were so conservative and she was just roaming near naked in front of them.

She was saying that Narender went abroad last night and tomorrow you both are also going to Jayshalmerh. I'll become alone again, Mammi-Papa.

I turned my head and saw them.

The old lady who was her mother in law, probably, was looking at her with disgusted expression..

The old man squeezed his nose and then calmly said just one sentence, " We have to go".

And then he started eating silently again.

Mrs. Ritu smiled and said, ok. Today I'll make lunch.

Now the old lady suddenly shouted, No.. Anita will make lunch as she does everyday.

Mrs Ritu said, Don't worry Mammi, I'll make lunch after taking a bath. And don't say no, Mammi, don't break my heart.

The old man said, Ok. You can make lunch.

Mrs. Ritu lifted her hands in joy and said, yessss.

And just then I observed the thick black armpit hair under her arms.

That was also making contrast with her. She was so beautiful,smooth skin, waxed hairless smooth legs and arms but a thick bush of hair on her armpits? What kind of woman is she? I thought.

Then she went into the kitchen.

I was still struggling to hold my pressure. My backpack was still on my lap.

I completed the installation and tried to call her but I was feeling so nervous that I couldn't call her.

I just sat there silently.

After a few minutes she came out from the kitchen. She became more wet and sweaty. And she was carrying a glass of chilled Rooh Afza Sharbat.

She came to me and bent down and put the glass on the center glass table beside the laptop and said, Soumen drink this Sharbat. It's so hot outside and look, our AC is also not working.

I tried to protest but she said, look you refused to take tea, coffee and you even refused to take cold drinks. So you've to drink this.

I said, ok I'll drink it. But before that let me show you the laptop and I need your email ID to activate the preloaded ms office in it.

She said, no, first drink this.

It was an order. Undeniable order for me.

So, I had to drink that in one breath.

I finished the drink and then asked her for the email ID. And after activating the ms office I said, Done.

She was sitting on the side sofa. She quickly stood up and sat on the armrest on my sofa, just beside me.

I could feel her warm breath falling behind my neck. Her soft upper right arm was touching my left shoulder.

She whispered, now demonstrate everything to me.

I was giving her a demonstration when I slowly realized that her breathing was now falling on my left cheek and I could smell her breathing odor. She must not brush her teeth or wash her mouth after waking up from her sleep.

But I don't know why her dirty breathing felt so good to me.

Slowly her arm started resting on my shoulder and her mouth was just beside my lips her cheek was rubbing with my cheek.

I tried to move aside but she quickly wrapped her arm around my right arm and pulled me towards her again without saying anything.

I also couldn't resist.

I just turned my face to see her in laws whether they were watching us or not.

I was so scared that I started sweating, though the fan was on.

I was feeling weak. I was very nervous.

But mysteriously the odor of her sweat, the odor in her breath was giving me some kind of sensation.

I knew she was seducing me and she was not a normal woman. She must have had some kind of physical illness otherwise who could behave like that?

But I couldn't resist her and though I was nervous, I was also getting aroused by her abnormal acts.

But something more hit my nose soon.

First I thought that she was farting silently but no. That was not the smell of farting. It was the odor of fresh shit.

Is she pooping here? Now? Sitting beside me?

Oh god. What should I do?

I can't explain to you the situation of mine at that time.

This woman is insane, I thought. I started feeling vomiting for a while but I was trying to control that and trying to be normal. I had forgotten about my urge to pee for a while.

But now the urge came again.

I was feeling shy to ask her about the toilet.

But the urge was so strong that I had to go immediately. And then I thought if she can be so shameless and can poop or leack her shit just sitting beside me and in her shorts then why can't I ask her for the toilet?

I gulped some air and somehow fumbled to her, Maaa Maadam, where is the washroom?

She must have been in some kind of gloomy pleasurable state.

My question broke that state.

She suddenly pulled herself away from me and said, Huh?

I asked again, where is the toilet, madam?

She smiled and lifted her index finger behind the dining area.

I said, thank you and then said, excuse me, I'm just coming back.

I was about to stand up when she stopped me and said, Wait Soumen. Don't go there. Come with me.

And saying that she stood up and started walking inside the room through the corridor.

I was following her.

And I could see a wet spot on a bumpy area on her tiny shorts.