It was a rainy Saturday and as the rain relented I went to pay my insurance premium as it was the last day. The Q at the counter was surprisingly long and as I was entering a lady came from the side and stood in the line in front of me. The power was gone and the clerk had to manually issue temporary receipts to the customers and it was really taking time.
The lady was reading her premium slip and over her shoulder I could read her name and address. She was a Bengali female wheatish in complexion very attractive figure and bright eyes. full and medium boobs, I could get a view from her shoulder. She was wearing a green saree with matching blouse and a red border. She was having some difficulty in reading some details provided on her slip and she turned back and looked at me right in the eye and asked me to explain it to her. I was in a collared t shirt with all buttons open, due to the size the buttons were coming off frequently. The lady looked at my open chest with hair and then sized me up to my flat stomach. She looked interested as I started explaining her the details of her slip.
After explanation I asked her if she was a Bengali and she nodded smilingly and asked me how I noticed, I told her that she had typical Bengali looks with that big tikka on her forehead and her name which I happened to read suggested so. She asked about what I did and where I lived. I found out she lived very close to my house, where I went for my jogging and exercises. I told her how close we lived and pat came an invitation to visit her. Giving her number she asked me to give a call before making a visit. As her turn came to pay the premium she was in need of some change which of course I had and did the needful. She waited for me to pay my premium and we both took the stairs down the building. Protima asked me about my athletic body and I told her about being a football player and also a fitness freak. She asked me about my routine for training and if I could give her some tips.
She was married and husband was a stock broker in Mumbai came to pune on weekends sometimes not so. Her elder daughter was in the 6th standard and her younger daughter in the 4th std. As we went down her husband was waiting impatiently and started yelling at her for taking so much time. We wished goodbye and she left in her husbands car. I saw a oldish looking man, probably her husband was a bit old for her.
On Monday I called up her house but there was no response and in the afternoon again I tried and this time Protima picked up the phone and was overjoyed at my call. We exchanged pleasantries and spoke about general things. I asked her when I could come and see her. She said Wednesday she was free and I could come and meet her then. I told if she wanted some fitness lessons, she agreed.
On Wednesday I called her up and was ringing the door bell of her duplex apartment in a serene highland area. She opened the door to a beautiful and very very cool house with marble all over. The white linen and upholstery suggested a very good taste. I was in a black jean and a dark blue t shirt. The t shirt was tight and my body was sizeable in it. The jeans fit was also tight. Protima looked stunning with her wet loose hair, she was wearing a cotton cream coloured saree with matching blouse. She led me into the sitting room and as we sat she excused and came back with a glass of flavoured milk with honey. Sipping the energy drink I asked her how she spent her time and she said that life was boring and she was looking for something to do. I asked her if she was interested in getting more fit and keeping fit she was excited at the offer and wanted me to help her.
she came and sat on the same sofa as I was sitting and asked me what to do first. I told her she would have to change it would be impossible in a saree and if she had tights or a sports outfit it would help. She sprang up and came back with a purple coloured slack and asked me if it was ok I nodded. I watched her walk to her bedroom which was behind me and only a part of it was visible. I turned and kept looking in the direction and I could see her saree being removed, my inquisitiveness led me to get behind the sofa and take a proper look and there she was just about to untie her petticoat she did so and the petticoat fell to the floor. She had the most amazing shape and her tight panty made her ass come out at the sides she wore the slack and then started unbuttoning her blouse I had only the back view and she quickly got into a t shirt. I returned to my place as she came asking me how she looked in t shirt and slack. I told her that she looked five years younger and stunning.