Sorry for the delay. The first two chapters aren't essential, but there are lots of references to them here. Read them if you have the time.
For anyone who doesn't know what a sari looks like, please do a google image search. A pallu is the loose end of the sari, that is usually draped over the chest and shoulder.
Enjoy.
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Miss S and I were on her terrace.
"Because of the way the bamboo has been cut and woven," I said, showing her my sample, "it's actually extremely rigid. All you need are a few poles in specific spots, and you'll have a strong wall."
Miss S placed a hand on the woven bamboo. She probed the small holes with her fingers before drawing her hand across it.
"It has a lovely tactile feeling. Why don't they build buildings like this?"
"It's not load bearing," I answered. I held the square vertically and pressed down. It flexed slightly. "It can't handle a... It can't handle a downward force."
I was having difficulty concentrating. We were sitting at the table where I had fucked her in the rain. I could see directly into the living room of the flat next door that had been shielded by the torrential downpour. The TV was on and someone was watching a soap opera.
That was three weeks ago. We had fucked once since then when I had come over the measure the terrace. I didn't get to the measuring. Instead, Miss S pounced on me almost as soon as the front door had closed behind me. Within seconds, our clothes came off, and I was sucking on those magnificent breasts.
Miss S took the sample from my hand and held it up against the bright sunlight.
After much mutual oral action where we both came, we fucked until I came again inside her. When we finished, we realized that it was raining outside so I couldn't measure her terrace. I had wanted another round, but she had a cocktail party to attend and kicked me out.
"Vikram?"
Shit! She was talking to me.
"Sorry, what?"
Miss S smiled at me. "What good is a privacy fence with holes in it?"
"Oh. The holes will let a breeze through, and they are too small to see through clearly. And we will be growing some creepers through it. Like a trellis."
Miss S put the bamboo sample on the table and looked out into her neighbour's flat. Chennai had reverted to its normal state of hot, sunny and humid. I was sweating in my light cotton shirt. Miss S had a sheen on her face but was otherwise unaffected. She looked amazing in a green cotton sari and a mustard yellow blouse. I couldn't see how deep the neckline was because her pallu was drawn across her chest and pinned to her shoulder. Her greying hair sat perfectly in its bob.
She was all business this afternoon, not a sign of the passion I had seen before. Just thinking about it made my cock stir.
"Vikram?"
Shit! She had caught me off guard again!
"It's getting very hot," she said dabbing her forehead with the tip of her sari pallu. "It's getting very hot. Can we continue this discussion downstairs?"
"Uh, sure. I need to measure the terrace and then I'll come down."
She looked a little disappointed. Was she disappointed? Or was I reading into her expression? Whatever it was, it was fleeting.
"Would you like some watermelon juice?" she asked.
"Oh, yes please."
"Okay," she said standing up. "Don't take too long. You'll get sun stroke."
I watched her walk away. God, I love a woman who can carry off a sari well. Her shapely ass swayed slightly as she sauntered off. Her waist and lower back were on display, accentuated by her love handles. I kept my eyes on her till she disappeared behind the veranda blinds.
I took a deep breath and turned to the task at hand. I had to earn my keep. It was extremely simple, and it took me 15 minutes to finish everything up. If Bhaskar had been with me, it would have taken me less than 10 minutes. I picked up my satchel bag and the woven bamboo sample and headed inside. I closed the French doors and looked at the sofa where Miss S had sucked me off. My cock twitched again. But she was all business today, so I pushed those thoughts out of my head before climbing down into her living room.
"Are you done?" she asked from downstairs.
"Yes." I shouted. I pushed the memory of that night from my head before climbing down the spiral staircase to her living room.
Miss S was puttering about in the kitchen. I put my bag and the sample on the dining table and sat down.
Miss S emerged from the kitchen with two glasses of watermelon juice. She had wrapped her sari pallu around her body and tucked it into her waist, accentuating her bust. She put the glasses on the table and suddenly plopped down on my lap, side saddle. Before I knew what was happening, she had her hands on either side of my face and was kissing me.
My lips responded immediately. I put my hands around her waist and pulled her body towards me. We were making out like teenagers. She ground her ass against me cock which also responded immediately. I pushed my hand under her sari and found the bare skin on the small of her back. She grabbed my other hand and placed it on a boob. I squeezed hard and she moaned into my mouth. Our tongues tangled as I kneaded her tits through her blouse and bra.
She craned her head back and I kissed my way down to her neck. She tasted salty.
"God," she said as she ran her fingers through my hair. "I'm so fucking horny. I wanted to jump you as soon as you walked in."
"Why didn't you?" I asked.
She pulled my head down to her collar bone. "It was so much fun teasing you. You were so cute and flustered. You looked like you were about to rip my sari off."
Lowering my head to her fully clothed breasts, I opened my mouth wide and took in as much of her tit as I could, biting down. She tossed her head back, moaned and pulled my head into her breasts.
"Yes. Suck my tits. Bite them."
I chomped down on her tit and switched to the other one covered in an extra layer because of her sari.
"Were you ready to fuck me up on the terrace?" I heard her ask.
I responded by pushing my face between her tits. The hooks down the front of her blouse and the wire in her industrial strength bra poked into my face.
"You're ready now," she said, griding her bum into my engorged dick. "Did you want to rip my sari off and take me upstairs?"
I pulled away from her breasts and looked up at her. "I would never rip off your sari. You look fucking amazing in your sari. I wanted to hike it up and fuck you on the terrace."
She smiled down at me and traced a finger along the edge of her blouse. "What about other clothes?"
"Depends on the clothes."
Miss S stood up as suddenly as she had sat down. She grabbed my hand and guided me to the guest room. "Take off your clothes and lie down. I'll be right back." She reached down and squeezed my dick through my trousers. "Make sure this is still ready for me." She ran her finger over the small wet spot at the tip of my cock, sending tingles through it.
With that, she closed the door and left.
The last time she left me in the lurch like this, we ended up fucking in the rain on the terrace. I didn't doubt whatever she was planning was going to be kinky. I took off my clothes, folded them carefully, placed them on the dresser and lay down on the bed.
I felt a little silly, lying naked over the covers of the bed, my cock pointing up at the ceiling. I suddenly became very aware of my hands. I put them on either side of my body, that didn't help. I brought them up to my stomach and interlinked fingers. That was a little better. I drummed my finger on my flat tummy.
What was she doing? There was no way to tell. My cock pulsed in anticipation.
The door opened slightly, and Miss S stuck her head in. "Are you ready?" she asked, smiling slyly. The sparkle in her eyes was accentuated by a hint of crow's feet, or rather, smile lines.
I looked down at my dick. "Yes. Ready, willing and able."
She didn't open the door fully, instead she squeezed through before closing it behind her. She posed for me with her hands behind her back. She was hiding something. Her sari was still on, but there was something different about her. I couldn't tell what.
She sashayed up to the bed, her hips swaying seductively. She had adjusted her sari. It was riding lower on her hips, pulled under her slight tummy. More of her midriff was on display. Her pallu was folded thinner, revealing more of her body, but still covering her breasts and most of her blouse.
"I have a couple of presents for you..." she said. A hand emerged, holding a pair of panties. They weren't lacy or anything like that. They were just a pair of simple pink cotton panties. She handed them over to me. They were quite wet.
"That's not sweat," she said as she trailed her hand down to my pubic hair and started playing with the curls.
I brought the panties to my nose and inhaled deeply. "Smells delicious. What's in the other hand?
Her other hand came out holding a black bra. That's why she looked different. She was bra-less under her blouse. It was obvious, now that I knew. Her breasts hung lower, barely held in place by her yellow blouse. I could see one nipple poking through. The other was covered by the sari.
She dangled the bra over my face. The cups were massive. Again, there was nothing frilly or lacy about them. They were built for one thing only: to hold those massive 32 F tits in place.
Miss S dropped the bra on the ground, hiked up her sari and straddled my crotch. Sitting straight up, she let go of the sari. The layers of green fabric cascaded and folded over my stomach. I hadn't entered her yet, but I could feel her hot, wet pussy against my cock, pushing it flat against my body. She slowly swivelled her hips back and forth, rubbing the length of my cock.
Leaning forward, she put her hands on my chest. "Do you want to fuck me?" she asked.
"Yes, please, Miss S." I knew she loved it when I called her Miss S, as I did when I was her student. She gave me her trademark naughty smile.
She lay down on my body, cradling my head in her arms. Released from the weight of her hips, my cock popped back up. She brought her face to mine we started kissing again. I reached around her body and squeezed her magnificent body to mine. Even through two layers of cloth, her tits felt amazing squashed against my bare chest. Her white speckled hair cascaded around us as we made out.
Miss S maneuvered her hips until the head of my cock was nestled at the entrance of her pussy.
"Ready?" she asked, gently rotating her pussy around my cock.
"To fuck my Geography teacher?"
"Yes."
"As I had said... Ready, willing and able."
In one swift motion, she pushed herself up to a sitting position and rammed her pussy down on my cock. I raised my hips up to meet her, pushing my cock as deep into her as I could. Miss S closed her eyes and we both moaned. Nobody moved for a moment while we got used to each other.
Miss S started moving her hips slowly. She opened her eyes and smiled down at me again. She looked beautiful. Her greying hair was just barely tussled. Her pallu was still draped across her chest and over her shoulder.
