I know It bad apologizing many times, but there is some thing inevitable that is causing delays. Please take it as my sincere endeavor to write these terrific incidences, which happened so near to me and turned me on for the rest of my life.
I have also put in some native speech. 'Bhabhi' in India is the wife of brother or a brother like man.
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An unfamiliar dilemma now swiftly began to fill the entire room. I was completely unknown to such feelings. The stillness would have bounced back the noise of a pen that had slipped from the table, while I sat before Mrs. Sen, trying to reassemble my beats.
She had shook every thing in my home, but still she herself seemed at planet distance from me. The stakes everywhere were inevitably becoming extremely high. I was afraid of many things including her husband but was equally sure of my feelings for her were true.
For a moment this all looked a nightmare where there was no boundary between right and wrong.
I had seen Mrs. Sen quite a traditional lady, yet she had a softer view for a man running after a woman provided she had also shown some willingness to be followed; as it was for Reddi ji and my wife. Even for her husband's raising temptations for Ruchi, she didn't look so cryptic in real. I could bet she would have acted differently had it been to another occasion, and he was capable to make some opening for his manly feelings to enter in her. That was her exquisite quality.
Still I was in no confusion that in mid of 40's she looked not serious to accept advances of a youngster like me, although with little stray luck I got obscure chances like present one.
Besides that, she was always conscious that she belonged to a man powerful enough to throw a junior like me out of my job in a day. That was uneasy even to think while trying to flirt her. She still sat cross-legged before me. I felt a haze began to cover the gloomy light of that little room and I desperately looked at the teasing silver toe ring worn by her in one of her nicely polished fingers, reminding me her husband!
Surprisingly at this very late night she looked bathed & fresh like my wife, I had seen in gallery being escorted by her to the waiting bedroom.
Her expensive blue sari curtaining some of her naked arms accentuated her nicely used breasts that looked at least 35's and larger to my wife, and her firm hips were with a ripeness of middle age. Oh! Every time I saw them, I had an extraordinary desire to put my lips exactly over her rosebud that was then neatly pressing the green cushion of that shining acrylic chair.
Like her house she took nice care of every thing of her.
From that imposed distance... My eyes had some freedom... and that was some thing I possessed over this classic lady.A distinct dusk of passion was overtaking my face to which she was conscious from the corners of her eyes. I felt a bee was creeping over my penis.
I mumbled, " Bhabhi... "
She didn't speak and kept her eyes at carpet. I couldn't hold any more and gathering all my courage, flew a kiss towards her feet. There was a momentary discomfort, and her face was heaped with some uncertainty. However in that unusually longer minute my eyes could freely roam over every inch of her. The burden of my intense boyish lure was much for her to raise her eyes.
She raised her eyes momentarily to see at me," What are you doing... this... "
During those terrific moments I was aware that I had risked my entire career at some woman's feet and still I was not able to hold any more; then in a series, I flew hundreds of kisses, each had a distinct desire form her hair to toes, but she won't look at me. I slowly leaned forward and put my right fingertip delicately over the sari on her thigh.
She stretched her toes and her lips went dry as she spoke softly, "Sheeehh... "
Her hiss created another wave of stimulation in me, and I swiftly slipped from the bed to the floor and squatting on my toes before her. Cozy carpet was below my shoes as I felt nearness of her lap before my face.
A surprise gazed me from her eyes, but could only stay momentarily but to make her uncross her legs and put both feet over the carpet. She seemed excepting such kind of move from me.
We remained speechless for some moments and then I pressed my forefinger very lightly over her right thigh. She jiggled and brought her hand to slip it from her thigh, but I managed to stay it there by easing the pressure to the level of a feather placed on fabric.
For a moment I again earned her eyes, before they turned back to the wall. I could make that her amazement was surely for my courage. She was aware of hardening steels in side my pants.
I giggled, " Bhabhi... please sit as before... please... "
She thought hesitatingly and again put her right thigh over left one.
Her overhanging foot was between my squatted legs. I was salivating in the silk of her feet and looking them so near to me was much to hold for me. I very carefully put my other hand's trembling fingers over the top strap of her sandal.
My heart was beating a mile away from me as her foot was available only few inches from joint of my legs and once again her glance sweepingly roamed from wall through her thigh to my hand that was over her sandal. She again tried to remove my finger from her lap.
"Who has permitted you to touch like this... please... I can only sit if you do not do this... " She looked embraced.
[ Yeh chune ko kisne kaha haie... please... agar aap yeh nahie karenge tabhi maie yahan beth paungi ]
I giggled, " Please... don't say so...!"
I eased my finger for a thin air guard between my finger and her thigh, and fortunately she didn't object.
[ Please bhabhi i... esa mat kaheye... ]
She didn't smile, " No... please... not this... if you want me to sit here... "
[ nehie... Please veh nahie... agar chate ho ki maie yahan beathun... ]
I expected that, but her tone set desperation in me and my beats began shrinking.
I spoke, "I knew that... I will get zero marks... even for a touch... "
[ Maie janta tha... mujhe zara sa chune taq ke liye bhi zero he number milega aakhir maie... bas ]
She looked at me like an amused school teacher, "Zero!... Why, you say so... you will get such a good place in mill... " After a brief pause sensing something specific, she said, " And you have such... a wife for that!"
"But I have always seen that... Ladies are never pleased with me... You have seen how Ruchi sees at Reddi ji. "
[ Par maine tho hamesh dekha houn ki... ladies mujhjse kabhi khush nahie rehte haien... aapne dekha hoga Ruchi Reddi ji ko kese dekhne deti haie... ]
She thinly smiled," Oh! But it is bad... But you should not much see so much at other ladies... You know! How your Sen sahib has passed you with very good number... But not for what you want... in any case... he will reduce them to zero... after this what... you need from me... "
[ Oh! Yeh tho sachmuch kharab hai... par dusron ki bibion ko jayada nahie dekhne chaiye... aur tumhe pata haie ki tumhare Sen sahibne tumhe kitne achche number diye haien... par jo chate ho uske liye nahie... jo mujhse chate ho... uske baad kaya unse bilkul he zero karvana chate ho ]
This made me to look at her like teenager. I mumbled, " I do not know that... please... do not say like this... "
[ Maie nahie janta ese... please... easa mat kaheye... ]
She said, " But... I am saying right... "
[ Par... Sach... keh rahe houn ]
