Someone is waiting to LOVE YOU...
///////// Story Split into 2 parts. Readers are requested to read both parts to enjoy this thrill ride /////////
Note from the author – Dear readers, this is an unusual sex story sprinkled with suspense! Please read it carefully and attentively and see if you can answer the question at the last with reasonable logic and justification.
<<<< Who did it? The mystery remains! >>>>
‘Who did it?’ Looking through the window of the bus during the return journey to my house, I asked myself this question for the umpteenth time.
Yet, I had no clue or of what had happened the previous night!
The mystery begins!
I had a feeling I was lying, in deep sleep like a coma, somewhere near a volcano. Strong tornado hit around. It enveloped and engulfed me. Sometimes it blew so hard that it slowly unbuttoned my shirt, shifted the lungi and pulled down the underwear I wore. The warm moisture began to spread on my face. The volcano had two craters. Interestingly I was not shifted toward the openings, but the volcano itself was coming on to me!
I think the volcano leaned towards me. I could feel warm air blowing from one of the craters hitting my face now. Two thick millipedes from it fell on my mouth and crawled on my lips. A minute later, the millipedes stopped crawling. They began to jump and press on my lips now several times.
Later, the narrow orifice of the crater began to widen. It took my lower lip inside and covered the outer surface. It was all hot and juicy inside. The crater began to suck my lip now taking it deeper and deeper. Then, a snake from inside it moved around my lip. It did so for almost a couple of minutes.
I was relieved when the crater released my lip. Then I realized the millipedes were now crawling on my neck, chest, stomach and further down. Interestingly the millipedes stopped when they reached my manhood and began to crawl on it up and down. Were they stimulating it? May be, because my dick began to enlarge itself gaining length and breadth without any order from my brain!
Alas! The snake from the pit of the crater reappeared, flashing its hood! It pushed the millipedes sideways and started crawling, again up and down my erected penis! Often it twisted and moved its body while creeping. May be the snake remained inside a marshy pit; its surface was drenched with a thick liquid. As if wiping its body, it left a coat of liquid spread all over my dick. During its exploration at the tip of my penis, it found the small hole there and tried to creep inside. Though it tried several times, but could not succeed obviously because the opening of the hole was small and the snake’s body big and flat. Disappointed, it went down to my scrotum. It crept there also leaving some liquid there. All along, I was feeling a tickling run on my whole body.
A little time later, the snake withdrew itself inside its crater. As I was wondering what was going to happen next, the crater itself came down. It widened its circumference, took the head of my manhood into its gorge and closed its outer opening tightly gripping around the penis. Now, my penis had been trapped inside. It was hot all around. Then I felt the deluge of warm lava in waves hitting my penis. It churned and twisted as if massaging my dick. I think the inside of the crater did some manipulation of creating a vacuum as I felt my dick was being sucked strongly. ‘Aaahhhh….’ I didn’t know if this sound escaped from my mouth. Interesting, sometimes the snake too hit its body on my penis. It went on for a few minutes with the sucking continued. I didn’t know if it was due to the pressure of sucking, but I felt my cock was going to burst soon flowing out its own lava of milk. No, it did not happen. Before that, the mouth of the crater widened and I got my manhood released.
There was a little gap and I thought everything was over. No, I was wrong. I felt a soft hill of the volcano with a little hard round peak touching my mouth now. Then the peak was forced into my mouth. Though in sleep, out of natural human instinct my mouth covered it and I ran my tongue on it. I felt the peak gaining stiffness and hardness too. Interestingly, my mouth began to suck it – initially the sucking was soft but soon turned to hard.
While this was going on, another soft hill with a peak pressed on my right palm. Again, due to natural proclivity, my palm covered the hill and began to explore its outer soft and smooth surface. Then my palm started to squeeze the hill very hard. All the while, my mouth was sucking the peak of the other hill inside my mouth.
‘Aaahhh….’ I seemed to have heard a suppressed roar from inside the crater which had sucked my manhood! What was going on? I didn’t know.
After about three minutes, the peak and hill I had sucked forcibly withdrew from my mouth as was the other hill mauled by my hand. Oh..they did not go away, rather just took each other’s position – I mean, the hill I had squeezed was inside my mouth now and the one I had sucked was on my hand. I gave them the same treatment I had given earlier.
A little while later, I felt a heavy, long flesh mountain falling parallel on my body. I tried to move by body but could not. I realized a vice gripped my manhood and drove it into another hot crater! This one too was very hot, juicy but cushioned inside. This mountain was flexible as its middle moved up and down taking my penis in and out of the crater repeatedly. I became aware my dick began to grow in size according to the rhythm of the crater taking it in and out. Slowly the grip of the crater became very firm and hard. This was followed by the hard pressing on my chest by the two hills of flesh which I had sucked and squeezed earlier. Then the earlier crater covered my mouth. I could feel the hot air coming from inside this crater filling my mouth as well as the fat millipedes creeping on my lips again. Soon, the snake also went inside my mouth probing the interior. The crater that engulfed my dick was crushing it with continuous pumping. This went on for nearly six minutes.
I wanted to shake off the mountain to free myself and to breathe effortlessly, but some unknown pleasures I derived prevented me from doing so. In fact, the rising and falling of the middle crater taking my penis in and out was giving me exotic feelings. After two minutes or so, there were two simultaneous eruptions – one from my penis and the other from inside the crater. There was a tremendous deluge of hot molten lava from inside the crater as well as from my penis. These two lavas mixed together came pouring out of the mouth of the crater! A wonderful fusion and flow of lavas!
All the movements stopped for some time. Then I became aware the mountain that laid on my body had lifted by itself. I could breathe now easily. I felt the wind blowing again. It replaced my clothes on my body back in position.
I could feel some mixed lavas on my crotch making a sticky patch. For the first time, my right hand moved. It reached my crotch and touched a sticky puddle of lava.
I expected more to happen. But nothing happened. The mountain, hills and craters were all gone! I didn’t know how long I slept.
I opened my eyes in the morning to see the time was forty minutes past six. Remembering the wonderful dream, my right hand instantly reached my crotch. It touched a dry but still sticky puddle! Instantly I sat on the bed and looked at the puddle. My Goodness! It appeared almost like a puddle of half-dried gum. I observed more intently! Yes, it was a little red in colour. Was it not of blood? I didn’t know. I looked around to make sure nobody was watching me. I took out my penis and observed it. It was covered with a very thin layer of dried cum like a thin film of dried starch. When I rubbed my penis, the cum peeled off and fell down to my lungi. I inspected and made sure there was no injury on my penis to cause bleeding. The blood was not from my penis, alright. Did I have a nocturnal emission in a wild sexy dream? No, certainly not! That was something I was sure about. Then what had happened?
Suddenly, a thought engulfed me, chilling my whole body. I felt the hairs on my nape bristle rapidly. Was I raped last night? I have heard about men raping girls or ladies; but never a lady committing rape on a man! Even if it was so, who did it? Why didn’t I know of it?
The mystery develops!
I pressed the calling bell on the wall near to the front door of the house. There was no response for a minute. Then I pressed the bell once again.
“Wait, I am coming” I faintly heard a female voice saying from inside.
Yet, it was a long wait. While I stood impatiently, I thought.
I was coming to this house after almost thirteen years. It belonged to my sister’s closest friend for long thirty-nine years, right from the school days. Padmavathy, shortened and called by us as Padma, was the only daughter of her teacher-parents and our family friends. They belonged to another district but migrated due to their transferable jobs. Though the acquaintance originated through the friendship of my sister with Padma, our family ties developed to a deep loving bondage. More than family friends, we considered each others as own family members.
Padma was the personification of beauty, sex-appeal and kindness, perhaps an unusual combination. There was no wonder if any young man who had met her once, had fantasized about her. At the age of 19, she was married to a military officer and left with him going places according to the husband’s transfer. However, whenever the couple came on leave, she had spent half the period with us. After two years, my sister too was married off and left. Thereafter, my sister and Padma kept in contact and had planned their visits to native place at the same period. In their absence too, the friendship continued between our families.
Similar to her parents, Padma too had one child, a daughter. Every thing went on fine till cruel destiny played nasty trick with her. At her age of 31, her husband died, not in action, but in an unfortunate accident while at his posting in North-Eastern region. Her daughter was only ten years old then. Their family moved back to settle down in their native district, obviously for some reasons. The parents had wanted and tried for her remarriage since she was still in young age. Though she vehemently opposed it, yet they could not find a suitable match for her. Since her parents had also become aged, they had decided to move to their roots. One can call it unfortunate misfortunes, after a year her father died and within six months her mother too breathed her last.
Time had flown on wings. I had moved to Kolkata with my job there. But sadly, I could not visit her, particularly after her becoming a widow about thirteen years ago. My parents and sister had rebuked me for being inconsiderate though I was helpless particularly since I came on short leave and Padma’s house was very far off. I needed to travel 168 kilometers, changing three buses and it was just impossible to visit her and come back on the same day itself.
And this time I had come on full one month’s leave. Yielding to my family’s pressure, I started my journey to Padma’s house just after lunch. I had carried with me some new dresses for her and her daughter as well as other gift items and sweets sent by my sister. By the time I reached her house at 6.15 in the evening, I was tired and exhausted. And I was feeling thirsty too!
“What do you want?” I was shaken off by this question. I was so immersed in my thoughts that I had not even noticed when the door was opened. I looked at the source of the query.
Standing in front of me, dressed in a navy blue colour blouse and a checked green lungi (a white/coloured, plain/printed/checked long cloth worn from below waist by both men and women in South India), was a lady of any age between 33 and 36. One quick glance was enough to know she was a maid-servant. The labour-class women in most of the places in Kerala wore such dresses, it was nothing unusual. She was medium-dark, of average height, fleshy and well-built with heavy buttocks. But what arrested my attention, rather my eyes refused to move away from, was her big protruding bosom. She must have 38 size boobs, straightly projected, suffocated inside the blouse as if requesting mercy of any onlooker to get them released from incarceration. If the viewer could not understand it, the nude halves of the breasts remained bulged out above the blouse would tell it all loudly. If the person could not realize it yet, the large nipples remained pin-pointed under the blouse like two question marks told him he was an idiot. I had to control my temptation to grab at those melons though my eyes refused to shift from there, come what might be! The view of a wide, deep and dark channel of cleavage added to my woes. By the way the seemingly firm and strong tits and large nipples projected straight, I felt a steel bar could be tied to those nipples on which an athlete could perform gymnastics. The exposed belly and beautiful navel below which she tucked the lungi were tantalizing. The big hungry eyes which shifted quickly told she was not innocent at all.
She might have been mixing or pasting some spices in the kitchen as I found some wet drops of spice-pastes on her left check, neck as well as at once place on her left boob which remained a little exposed above her blouse.
“Hey, didn’t you hear me? What do you want?” she repeated the question.
Since I carried a small suitcase, I thought she must have considered me as a salesman or representative selling household items or canvassing such products. All the same, I was sure she enjoyed my stare at her boobs.
“Plenty” I said with a grin still looking at her tits. It was not my habit, but I decided to tease her a little.
“Huh?” she asked with a startle. Howsoever naughty she might be, yet out of a woman’s natural instinct; her right hand went to her bosom and remained there diagonally.
“I had said I wanted plenty. May be you can do plenty to me” I repeated with the same grin.
My add-on sentence seemed to have amused her than surprised. As if in reply to that, she removed her hand from the bosom.
“Who are you?” she asked.
“How long you have been here?” I countered her with another question looking at her face now.
“I don’t remember. May be more than ten years” she replied shifting to stand at one side of the threshold of the door keeping her left hand holding the other doorframe as if to block me if I tried to enter forcibly.
“I didn’t seem to have seen you before” I said shifting my eyes back to her boobs.
“That makes two of us” she paused and continued “Who are you?”
I still preferred not to answer her question. Let the suspense continue as long as I could tease her. But I wanted to mount more suspense in increased magnitude.
“Hey, what is this? A mole or birth-scar?” I asked suddenly extending my right hand almost touching her exposed left boob above the blouse.
She might be naughty and must have thought I was not different. But, she had not imagined I would do what I did then. She was visibly startled with my action as if I caught her boob! She quickly raised her right hand as if to block my hand from what it intended to do. Actually she had not blocked but caught my hand preventing it from touching her. Then she looked at the place on her bosom where I looked at. She smiled to see the half-dried spice drop on her left boob. Still holding my hand, she raised her left hand to wipe away the stain.
“Hey, shall I help you by doing it with my tongue?” I asked bringing my mouth close to her chest, extending my tongue to outside. But I was careful not to touch her even if she allowed me to.
I knew instantly she felt herself in an unusual situation. If I had known about her earlier life, I could have guessed she was in a dilemma. From the way she leaned a little back closing her eyes suggested she was already feeling my tongue on her breast. But her left hand kept pressed on my face indicated she was scared too. Incidentally, her both hands touched me – the right one holding my right hand while her left hand blocked my face!
I quickly retreated, releasing her hands on me, realizing if Padma suddenly appeared on the scene and watched us. Nothing I could tell to explain would convince her I was only teasing her servant. Did a man going to lick the exposed breast of a woman, stand any chance of being proved innocent and acquitted?
Did I notice a trace of disappointment suddenly appeared and disappeared on her face when I moved back? Or, was I imagining too much? I didn’t know.
Releasing a deep breath, she asked “How many more times do I have to tell you who you are?”
I tried to make a show I was trying to cross the door and enter the drawing room. In that process, I deliberately pushed her a little. As if to get enough space to enter, I kept my body brushed, if not pressed to her bosom. Remaining in the same position, I looked down to her face and asked “Have you ever heard of the name Jairaj?”
“Ummmmm…” I heard this sound coming from her mouth. But it came out while she leaned a little back with her eyes closed. It made me pleasantly surprised.
“Hey, what did that sound stand for? Did you produce it to tell me you heard the name or you released a moan out of some unknown pleasures you just experienced?” I asked merrily.
She opened her eyes and immediately shifted them to look at her breasts. I took one step back. She looked deeply into my eyes and smiled. I too returned her smile.
“What if I opted not to clarify your question?” she asked ogling at me now.
“I hope you could quench my curiosity” I said.
“Do I need to? Were you not grown enough to realize how a lady felt about when her bosom was pressed by a man’s body?” she was taunting me now.
I was about to open my mouth to reply when I seemed to have heard sound of somebody calling from a place far off. The maid-servant too heard it.
“I think Padma Chechi (Chechi in Malayalam means elder sister) is calling me” she said and quickly added “are you the same Jairaj whom Padma Chechi called as Jai and talked about every time?’
“That is me” I replied.
I could clearly notice the expression of delight on her face now. In fact, her face brightly lit up. By the way she moved her body and breasts, I wondered if she would hug and kiss me knowing I was not a stranger any way but someone close to this family.
“Ammuuuu…..” I heard the female voice, now clearly, calling impatiently again. I knew it was Padma.
“Coming…” she responded to Padma’s call. Expressing her dismay, more to leave me than needing to reach Padma, she said quickly “Jai Babu, come on in and sit down. Please excuse me if I offended you by my behaviour. I thought you were a……”
I cut her short “Take it easy, Ammu”. I found a glare that danced in her eyes when I called her by her name Ammu as I heard it just then used by Padma.
But I did not leave her without giving something to remember and cherish in her mind for the coming night. I cupped her right breast with my right hand and squeezed it very hard.
“Jai Babu, you are very naughty” she said and ran, releasing my hand on her boob. She took four steps; stopped abruptly as if remembered something, looked at me over her shoulder and said “All the same, you should not have ignited a dynamite!” Then she smiled and winked at me once. Before I could return her wink, she started to run again and disappeared inside the house.
“Listen, bring a glass of water for me” I shouted so that she could hear it.
“Okay” I heard her responding.
I kept my small suitcase near a sofa-set and sank into one of them. I stood up abruptly. Actually, I felt my bladder filled-up beyond its capacity and wanted to relieve myself. It was nearly five hours before I urinated while starting from my house. I came out through the front door and walked towards the side of the house to go to its backside. I was quite familiar of the house, an old model one, constructed about sixty years back. There was a big barn at the left side just beside the house, used earlier to store food crops. Since they had disposed off their agricultural lands, they had converted the barn into a big kitchen and dining space. The house didn’t have an attached bathroom and toilet; rather it was built a little away at the backside of the main house. It was a small construction – the left side having bathroom and the right having latrine.
“Ammu, where the hell have you gone?” I was walking towards the toilets when I heard Padma’s voice coming from the bathroom cursing the maid-servant. I smiled to realize Ammu, for the pleasure she had received a few minutes ago, must have given priority to bring drinking water for me than attending to her employer’s call.
There was an L-turn from the end of the house to reach the toilet at its backside. I had just taken the turning towards the backside when it happened suddenly. For a minute, I stood still like thunderstruck with my mouth turned into the shape of a big O and my eyes popped out of their sockets! I knew my heart skipped at least a couple of beats!
Standing just in front of me with only a thin white towel wrapped around the middle of the body, from just below the armpits reaching up to half of the thighs, water drops still dripped from the ends of long hairs reaching up to the buttocks and gaping at me in utmost surprise was Padma!
Both of us stood like two statues, looking at each other, for several seconds.
There was no right or sufficient words to describe her beauty, body and sex appeal. Rather, no adjective did any justice to her. Was she beautiful, ravishing, seductive, mesmerizing, radiant and sexy? She was above all! God had taken more of all ingredients and time to create her. At her age of 44 now, except for her little chubby body, she would not have looked more than 32. I thought if she had walked the ramp, she would have been adorned with the crown of the beauty queen! A single sight at her super sexy body oozing sex from every cell was enough to create an instant erection in any man! Though I had felt heavy pressure for urination till a few seconds ago, I suddenly forgot what I had gone there for! Such was her electrifying beauty and presence! It was a pity, rather cruelty of fate that she became a widow at her tender age many years ago and continued to live so.
I didn’t know what to do nor did she. All I knew was I was controlling and resisting my growing temptation to jump forward and grab at her. I knew if I really sprang, I would make love to her then and there on the ground itself! I would have done it even if the whole world pulled me back! Did she too guess what was going on in my mind? I didn’t know.
She might have gone inside the bathroom with the towel to take a bath. May be, she forgot to take a dress for change. May be she called out for the maid-servant to bring a dress for her. May be she waited long and became impatient. May be she knew there was no other person in the house, rather unaware of my arrival. May be she decided to wrap the towel just enough to cover her nudity to run inside the house.
I knew she saw my eyes running at her body from head to foot and back. When my stare reached her protruding bosom that was visible faintly through the semi-transparent towel, the natural proclivity in any woman acted in her too!
One had seen any woman, correctly dressed, watched her body and clothes when the look of the man fell on her. It was also not rare to notice she adjusted the dress even if everything was in its place. What would have been her condition if she was in semi-nude state? This had happened exactly with Padma too.
I and she knew that she had just tucked the end of the towel below her left armpit just sufficient to cover her nudity and just to reach inside the house within few seconds. So, there was no need for her to tie the towel tightly with a knot. Besides, she was not expecting anybody and there was only her maid-servant in the house.
Without withdrawing her eyes from my face, her hands went to the place near her armpit where the towel was tucked. In her panic, instead of reaching for the end to hold and tie, her fingers fumbled and freed the tuck. The result? The towel slipped and fell down! There she stood in front of me the way she was born! It was the most embarrassing situation any lady could ever be in, in front of a man. Even if she was going to mate with him soon! There was a sudden expression on her face, a mixture of embarrassment, shy and shame! A soft whistle came out from my mouth involuntarily, seeing the two fair, big breasts that covered her whole chest. They danced a little when they got liberated and appeared from behind the towel. I was mesmerized to see the pinkish aureoles and light brown nipples seemingly smiling at me. I felt a sudden surge of boiling blood running through my veins to the head. For a minute, I felt dazed, as if to faint. My condition further aggravated when my eyes fell on her love triangle, nude thunder thighs and legs. Her pussy, with public hairs removed, glittered like a diamond. I felt an uncontrollable urge to move forward, kneel in front of her, lick and suck her pussy and drink the whole nectar.
Was it only an urge? Or did I really move? Or, did someone push me from behind? I didn’t know. All I became aware was my body moved ahead like a zombie with my legs taking two steps reaching near her. My hands suddenly moved forward like that of a robot. Did I approach her to hug her? Did I go to take the towel from the ground and give it back to her?
It was at the same time she bent forward to take back the towel. If she had not bent, my hands would have touched her nude upper body.
Suddenly I turned back and walked away without looking at her or uttering a word.
Why I moved towards her and extended my hands? What she must have possibly thought I was going to do? Was I going to save her from the embarrassment, to help her by handing over the fallen towel? Or, was I going to grab at her, hug her, kiss her and fuck her? I didn’t know. Could she guess anything, probably the correct thing? I had no idea.
Whatever it was, I only wished if she knew her beauty and body with killing effect were more than capable to make any man wild and crazy the way it did to me. I knew she would not be a fool not to realize this.
I came to the front of the house. Then I was gripped with another fear. What she must have possibly thought for the purpose of my going towards the bathroom? Would she think I went to the bathroom knowing she was inside taking bath? Could she think I went there to peep in while she bathed in nude? Possibly. How could she ever imagine I wanted to go to the latrine to relieve myself? This thought really disturbed me.
The thought of urination brought the pain of pressure in my bladder back again. I considered by now Padma must have gone inside the house. I walked briskly towards the bathroom again. I returned after urination feeling the pleasure of relief. While I reached the entrance door from the side of the house through which she must have gone inside, I purposed coughed twice! My trick work as I heard Padma calling me from inside “Jai, where are you? Come here”
Honestly speaking, her words gave more cooling effect and great relief to me than what I got after urination! Here was an opportunity for me to explain the situation!
“Padma, I had gone for urination. I am coming to you” I stressed the word urination and heralded my going to her, to make sure everything was fine with her when I reached.
Dressed in a white nightie and standing in front of the dressing mirror, she was combing her hairs when I entered her bedroom. Seeing my reflection on the mirror, she turned back to face me.
“Hi Jai. What a pleasant surprise! Man! Am I happy seeing you after several years!” she exclaimed with genuine delight and excitement.
I gazed at her eyes with microscopic precision but I could not even find a trace of what had happened just a few minutes ago! Who said women can not forget or act to forget or, at least, fake forgetfulness?
“That makes two of us, Padma” I replied.
She dropped the comb to the dressing table, came running to me. To my disbelief, she took my face in her hands, pressed my cheeks, then ran her either hands over my shoulders, through the sides of the body up to my hips as if to take measurements like a tailor. May be, that was her way of showing her feelings. But, feelings of what? Affection or love or desire? I didn’t know.
Was this the same woman who stood nude in front of me, out in the open, a few minutes ago? At least, she behaved not to seem so.
Adding fragrance to gold, she brought her lips close to my right cheek and gave a peck on it. Her lips felt soft but cold. I was emboldened with what she did, for I too gave a soft kiss on her cheek. I knew she felt happy about it.
Her long hairs still untied, she pulled me to the bed and we sat on it. I saw a shadow outside. But nobody entered.
She talked feverishly for two minutes enquiring about everybody at my house. At this time, she caught my right palm with her left hand and held it with our fingers laced.
I found the shadow outside moved. Ammu, the maid-servant entered with a glass of water. She must have been standing outside the door listening to our talk! She gave the glass without looking at me as if I never existed. I looked at her face. She behaved like a total stranger. No, there was no trace of anything that had happened between her and me a few minutes ago. Who was a better actor? Padma or Ammu? I could not guess.
As soon as she left, I asked Padma “Is she your new servant?”
She placed her right hand over my shoulders, still holding my right palm with her left one and said “Yeah. She is Ammini. We call her Ammu. She stayed here too”
“Why? Didn’t she have a home and family?” I enquired.
“No and Yes” she paused and went on “That is a long story. Briefly, she was married off at her age of twenty-three. After three months or so, she did a blunder mistake of her life. She eloped with her earlier lover to Chennai. After five months, he deserted her and she came back. She was five months pregnant then. She didn’t know if the baby belonged to her lover or husband. In any case, her husband and parents disowned her. She had nowhere to go. Nobody sympathized or helped, rather everybody spit on her. I gave her refuge and shelter here. Fortunately or unfortunately, the baby was stillborn. Now she lived here, as a maid-servant or as a member of the family whichever you could call”
Not to probe about Ammu further, I changed the topic and asked with a little excitement “Where is Mini? I could not see her yet”
Padmini was her daughter. We called her by the shortened name Mini.
“Oh, she would be here any time”. Then she continued “She is now a teacher. Teaching in the local school. Though I didn’t want her to take up any job till she is married off, but she persisted. Any way, I had agreed as she could pass the time. Not for any earning though she got good salary too”
Looking at my wristwatch, I quickly probed “It is already twenty minutes to seven now. There cannot be any classes at this time”
“Yeah. After the classes, she did a little social service. She went to the local Panchayat Office where she gave tuition and coaching to poor children, free of cost. So, the local people were ready to die for us”
“That’s good” I appreciated.
“Ammu…” she called out for the maid-servant. She appeared within a few seconds.
“Make tea and something to eat” she gave instruction to her.
We talked for about five minutes.
“Mummyyyyyy…” We heard a call from the drawing room.
“That’s Mini” Padma told me.
Soon, a girl of about 23 years, dressed in brown colour printed salwar-kameez entered saying “Mummy, whose suitcase is there in the drawing room?”
As soon as she saw me, she needed no answer.
“Hi…” she said excitedly and came running to me and added “This is a pleasant surprise. When did you reach?”
Keeping me in middle with Padmini on the left, she sat on my right and hugged me tightly.
“You two talk. Let me help Ammu in the kitchen for the tea and snacks” Padma stood up and went out.
I looked at Mini. She was the carbon copy of her mother. Fair, tall with a likely vital statistics of 34-28-36, she looked beautiful and pretty. She had the countenance of her late father than the mother. I should not say, but she looked sexy and desiring too, with her large bosom for her age and thick parted lips. When she sat leaning on me, her big left boob remained pressed to my arm and shoulder.
But she surprised me as soon as she made sure her mother had left the room. She stood up and sat on my laps leaning back on my chest. May be, she saw herself or behaved like a baby – I didn’t know. But why she had not sit on my laps in presence of her mother? I could not guess either.
But what I actually didn’t know was there were more surprises waiting for me.
Leaned on my chest, she circled her hands around my neck and pulled my head towards her. Her mouth was only two inches away from mine. I knew my hot breath fell on her face. I was amazed to watch the sudden change in her facial expression. Her eyes remained fixed on my eyes with the thick lips continued to part away by millimeters.
As I was beginning to wonder what she was up to, she gave a sudden pull from the back of my neck crushing her lips with mine. It did not end there. Opening her mouth, she took my lips to inside and covered it with her lips. I felt her soft, warm tongue running over my lips like a millipede. In a quick change of action, she covered my lower lip and sucked it not more than five seconds. Then she released my lips as well as my head.
I could not understand what all these were about. Had she kissed me passionately? Or had she kissed to show her affection the way her mother did while pecking on my cheek a few minutes earlier? I didn’t know.
I decided it was high time I found it out for myself. If it was her way of showing her affection, let me show it in my own way. While she still looked into my eyes, I brought my head below her chin. Then I buried my face into her neck. I knew she raised her head in order to provide space to accommodate my face on her neck. When my mouth touched her neck, I brought out my tongue and licked delicately.
‘Ummm…’ Did I hear a suppressed moan? May be I imagined it.
But I was sure I was not imagining she caught my right hand and placed it on her bosom. For the first time, my hand disobeyed me; rather it did not wait for any order from my brain. Because, it cupped her left breast instantly and squeezed it once.
“Aahhh…” This time I heard the moan alright.
Both of us distinctly heard footsteps outside. She gave a push to my face, threw my hand away and sat beside me on the bed, as if nothing had happened.
“Mini, tea and snacks are ready” I heard the maid-servant telling.
Did she see anything? Or, heard the moan? I didn’t now.
“You go with her. I shall join you freshening up and changing dress” she said.
I walked out of the room and followed Ammu towards the adjacent building which was their kitchen. Looking at the swaying buttocks of Ammu in front of me, I wondered. What the hell was going on? Where I have landed? Possibly, in the middle of three deadly sex-bombs – ready to explode detonated with my touch. Bombs that are very sweet to resist. Bombs nobody would like to move away from. If I jumped from a pot of payasam (kheer), I landed myself into the rings of a jilebi. If I sprang from there, I found myself stuck to a lump of sweet haluva. Very unusual, unexpected!
While I reached half way to the kitchen, I found Padma coming from opposite direction carrying a big plate of several ready-made snacks, some sweets and tea. She stopped me calling out “Jai, it is too hot in the kitchen. Let us have it in the bedroom itself”.
So, we reached back her bedroom again. Mini was nowhere to be seen there. She must have gone to her own room for changing.
Sitting on the bed, we took the snacks and coffee during talk.
“How is your health, Padma?” I asked with genuine concern.
“I can’t reply, as you see me now” she paused and continued “this health of mine you saw is bogus. I suffer from many ailments, like blood-pressure, diabetics, and what not! The main ailment is insomnia. I do not get sleep at night. I slept for maximum two hours. Surprisingly, I did not feel weak or tired. But that’s no good either. The doctor prescribed sleeping-pills. But he had advised to avoid using them because of other ailments. Yet I did take the pill, sometimes one and sometimes two at a time. I just can’t sleep or live without the sleeping-pills now. After all, one must sleep for at least six hours, right?” she asked me.
I was not considering what she had asked me. Instead, I was busy thinking what the actual cause was and what correct medicine she actually needed. A lady of her age now required satisfactory sex with her husband at least once if not twice in a week. But she became a widow at her age of 31 sacrificing the sexual pleasures since about 13 years now. No wonder she didn’t get sleep. Thinking of her great sacrifice, I nearly raised my hand to salute her.
But why she specifically mentioned it to me, a mature adult man, even if I was her family friend? Couldn’t she have guessed what I would have guessed? I didn’t know.
“You are right” I replied, not looking at her.
We had completed the snacks and coffee. She kept the plate on the table and sat back with me on the bed. Then again, she took my palm and laced her fingers with mine. Why was she doing so? Was she conveying any untold message to me? Or just a way to show affection as they possibly did in their place? I didn’t know.
We talked for another twenty minutes or so. I remembered my suitcase. I brought it from the drawing room, opened it and gave the new dresses for her and daughter, gifts and sweets. While thanking profusely she said in a complaining tone “Jai, these are very costly dresses. Why you bought all these?”
“Our pleasure” I said with a grin.
Later she led me to the first room near the drawing room and said “This room is for you. First, you freshen up and take a bath. When you go to the bathroom, give me a call in the kitchen. I shall ask Ammu to bring water in buckets because our water-pump has gone out of order. It may take two or three days to get it repaired”
Before leaving, pressing her boobs on my arm, she bit my right ear-lob with her teeth, smiled and left.
Why she did so? I didn’t know.
[Continued in Part 2]