This is my version of the original story 'Reddy Garu' story written by Shiprat. I've been trying to contact her regarding showing her this version, but unfortunately, she never replies.
So now I publish this on my own in the hope she would get a chance to read it and continue the series.
Please bear in mind that I'm not from India nor familiar with Indian customs.
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It was a hot summer morning. After my husband left for work and my son left for school, I got to have my breakfast and tea while reading the newspaper. As always when there were lots of chores or errands on my list that day, I took it easy at first.
I was gathering my clothes to go to the bathroom when I looked out our bedroom window and saw what had recently become a familiar sight. Our neighbor across the street, Mr. Reddy, was referred to by everyone as Reddy Garu (a respectful honorific like San in Japanese). He had retired from a government job last year, so he wasn't working anymore. I often noticed him on his balcony or one of the windows, looking straight at or into our house.
Reddy Garu was a short and fat old man with balding grey hair combed neatly over his head. With all these signs of aging, his face showed lots of wrinkles that gave him an expressionless appearance. His body was stout with his belly bulged out. The way he dressed made me wonder how much weight he carried because everything about his wardrobe seemed designed to hide any extra pounds under baggy clothing.
I always felt some sort of discomfort whenever I saw him, which led to my regular scrutiny through the window until now. This morning, however, something new caught my attention. I was about to close the curtain when I happened to make eye contact with him through the window pane. He smiled lewdly with a hint of a suggestion in his eyes as he stared at me. My cheeks flushed red with anger after noticing his perverted stare and I shuttered the curtains immediately without bothering to look again outside.
Having closed the curtains, and ensured privacy from his forever probing eyes, I took my clothes off and headed to the bathroom for my bath time routine. I took a long cold shower to cool off. We did not have air conditioning. Which was usually not a problem. But in recent years, summers had gotten oppressive, especially during daytime hours. I hated wearing layers of clothes as well, especially on hot days.
I stepped out, wrapped in a towel, and entered the bedroom to quickly get dressed. I got dressed in a simple thin t-shirt, panties, and shorts, and ready to carry on with my daily routine
I unlock the front door for the maid to come in and get working. It would only be her, coming into the house today, so I didn't feel the need to wear a bra on this super hot day.
The weather was making me sweat profusely. I could feel my nipples sticking out through the material of the shirt. Still, I took out a bunch of vegetables and started chopping them up.
It had been five minutes of me slowly chopping vegetables when I heard the door open. I assumed it was the maid coming in early. In most cases, for a start, she usually sweeps the living room. As per our regular schedule, she wouldn't enter the kitchen for a while.
Consequently, I was not paying much attention that there would be a person behind me until I heard...
"Mrs. Preeti. looks so pretty"
I spun around quickly in shock, as I didn't expect to hear a husky male voice.
"Reddy Garu!! You almost gave me a heart attack!" I cried, "How dare you stand here right here in my kitchen without knocking."
I glared at him furiously and scared at once while he just stood there smiling pervertedly.
"The door was open," he said and calmly took
a small step toward me with that perverted smile still plastered on his face.
I stepped away from him as I tried to maintain my distance. Unfortunately, my back hit the wall beside the fridge.
"Yes, I keep it open for the maid, not for anyone." I snapped.
"Do you need anything?" I asked with as much composure as I could muster while fighting off a fit of rage that was rising rapidly.
"Ha ha ha... I don't know if you could give me what I need, but my wife needs peanut oil if you could spare it." Reddy Garu smiled at me again in his creepy way.
I almost rolled my eyes at his suggestive comment. He always made suggestive comments like that at any given chance.
In our neighbourhood, Reddy Garu had quite a reputation as a compulsive lecher. He never even tried to hide it. even our husbands were aware as well.
Despite this, people preferred to avoid confrontations with Reddy Garu. He was well-connected, wealthy, and respected by everyone, including our local police officer who had many dealings with Mr. Garu through their family businesses. In addition, he was very physically intimidating, despite his short height and fat body.
"Yes, sure," I replied shortly.
I walked to the pantry door to get him a bottle of peanut oil. I could feel that his lecherous stare was following me. and I could have sworn that it wasn't only my face he was staring at.
"I love the way you dress... you looked so hot, so sexy so... fuckable," He suddenly said softly after watching me for a few moments longer than necessary. It gave me Goosebumps thinking about how close his words were getting to being sexual harassment.
But deep down, I knew why he said those words. I also knew that I'm an attractive woman, with my tall and athletic figure, black hair, and pale complexion. My breasts are naturally quite large for an Indian woman and with no bra on, my erect nipples could be traced through my thin T-shirt. The shorts that I wore, really showed off my smooth white thighs and my slender long legs.
I'm not ashamed of my body or how I look. But I always reserved my body for my husband's eyes alone. Especially in public places where any guy can be lustful or flirtatious because they think of women as sex objects rather than humans.
This particular old perverted Reddy Garu. He was not the type of person who gets embarrassed easily. He didn't care if people looked at him disgustingly because of his bad habit to stare lecherously at women.
"Here... you can have this bottle," I told Reddy Garu. I didn't want to get close to him, I put the bottle on the counter instead of handing it to him.
Big mistake.
"Aww thank you." Reddy Garu grinned happily and I almost hated myself for not telling him to get lost right there.
He quickly took a few steps forward to grab the bottle without even giving me a chance to get away. Then he got me cornered.
"Ooh you smell so nice, Mrs. Preeti!" he whispered huskily. "I love the way your scent fills the air as if I could feel it envelops my groin."
My mouth dropped open with shock.
"Reddy Garu, please! What are you trying to say? I'm a married woman! You're a married man!" I cried out in disbelief at what he was implying.
"Oh no need to be ashamed, Mrs. Preeti" Reddy Garu replied nonchalantly even after seeing that I was visibly shocked beyond words. His lecherous grin returned.
"You're in the sexual prime of your life, my dear. and I notice how late your husband works every day these days...And then, of course, look at yourself today... the way you wear those tight clothes and expose every inch of flesh to me, you're a woman in heat, aren't you?"
My breathing increased rapidly as my heart started racing wildly inside my chest as he continued to stare at me like some sort of perverted Casanova.
"Reddy Garu, please, you can't say those words to me... I'm a married woman... A mother." I whispered weakly trying to contain my mixed emotion.
"I've always noticed you looking sexy, The motherhood enhances the libido, my dear Mrs. Preeti," he added while taking another step closer to me.
As I was taller by an inch than him, he had to look up at me. I could smell his sweat and heat from his bulky fat body. I suddenly felt my nipples grow hard under my shirt with the lewd implications in his voice, which sounded almost evil at times. And at this point, I didn't know whether to cry out in frustration or just scream out loud at his audacity for daring to say all these things without blinking an eye at me!
But then, we heard the sound of some footsteps. It was the maid.
"Oh good morning Mr. Reddy!" she was surprised when she saw Reddy Garu in the kitchen. She looked more surprised when she looked at her boss, Preeti, standing so close to him. Her boss usually kept a safe distance from him.
"Memsaab, I need more phenyl." The maid said as she walked towards the pantry.
I could tell that my maid was feeling uncomfortable with this whole situation of me and Reddy Garu. She tried to look away and smiled awkwardly while keeping a little distance between us at the same time.
Reddy Garu also smiled as he stepped back away from me even though his creepy gaze was still fixed on my chest.
"I should get going.." he said and tried to be looked friendly by giving me a brief wave goodbye before walking off quickly.
I stood there watching him go, still stunned by his comments and actions. How dare he?
With the maid there, I tried to divert my upsetness by getting busy and supervising her work. But Reddy Garu's brazen behaviour made me feel uncomfortable for the rest of the day even after I left home for my daily jogging session.
My primary reaction was outrage at what I considered to be a complete sexual harassment incident. But beneath that anger, there was another feeling that took over my emotions. My nipples were erect at the mere thought of how easily Reddy Garu could have forced me to have sex with him that afternoon if he wanted to do it. After months of sexless life, I probably won't resist either. That thought alone brought up goose bumps across my skin and heat between my legs!
