Hello ISS readers all names are changed. The story has random Names. I am Abhipsha and I have been reading stories on ISS for a while and now I am writing my story. This incident happened 2 years back when my husband was away on tour. I am a female 28 years old and I have a good figure 32-28-30 and I was married to Vijay at the age of 24 and we settled in Gujarat.
He loves me a lot and always tries to keep me sexually satisfied but this habit of his created the main problem.2 years back Vijay got an opportunity from his company to go to Egypt for a year and monitor their company’s performance. I did not get visa approved so I had to stay back. It was very hard on my part to stay without my husband in such a big house.
My parents accompanied me for a month and then Vijay’s parents stayed with me for a month. I was all on my own now. Vijay used to stay very busy and due to the interval in time he could not call me all the time being a housewife and I had nothing much to do and staying alone in the house was becoming a big boredom for me. So I decided to join a yoga club to keep myself busy being an Indian housewife.
I used to wear traditional clothing and I always used to wear sarees salwar suits and kurtis mostly when I wear a saree , I tie it a bit below my navel as I have a flat tummy and it also gives me a better look. I have noticed people trying to take a peak of my navel when I used to go out wearing sarees. Somewhere behind my mind I always liked wearing saree like that and getting attention of people.
Most of the times when I travel in crowded buses people try to touch my boobs my stomach my navel and my ass initially I always used to complain about it to Vijay but gradually I started taking these things lightly and I could not realise that I had started to like those things in the absence of my husband and lack of sex. I used to wear track pants and tops for my yoga classes. I used to travel by bus all the time. It was exceptionally crowded that day when I boarded the bus.
Luckily I found a seat a for myself as a modest man offered me to sit and chose to stand up but after a few stops an old lady barely able to walk boarded the bus and stood just next to me and out of modesty I offered her my seat and stood up holding the railing above. The top I wore that day was a bit on the shorter side and was getting pulled up when I was holding the bar.
This was giving the man standing ahead of me a clear view of my flat stomach and a hint of my deep navel as time passed slowly I started to feel some pressure right on my ass crack and I turned around to see that it was nothing but the bulge of the man standing behind me who was desperately trying to touch me. I did not react as I used to enjoy these incidents in my day to day travelling.
This gave him some courage and now his hand rest on my ass cheeks pressing them hard whenever the bus used to brake as the crowd went on increasing he came closer and now one of his hands rested on the sides of my boobs and pressing them occasionally. The man ahead of me was noticing all of this and could not stop himself anymore. Now, there were a new pair of hands exploring my body.
He started caressing my exposed tummy and slowly lifted my top up to see my deep navel. He went mad on seeing it and just madly started fingering my navel and pressed my tummy. The other man continued enjoying my ass and boobs till I reached the stop before my stop and got down to avoid further problems. I came home went for a shower in my shower and I rubbed and fingered my pussy till.
I climaxed and then had a good hot shower and came out to prepare lunch. I was wearing a black semi transparent saree and black thin blouse. I did not wear a bra as I wanted my boobs to be free for some time. I had tucked my saree in my waist for the cooking work. Amidst my cooking I heard the door bell ring. I went to open it casually as I was expecting no one special and I found my tailor standing at the door his name was Ramakant
Ramakant – Namaste madam!Me – Haan Namaste Bolo Rama kis kaam se aye hoRamakant – Madam yeh aapki salwar jo apne silwane di thi!Me – Thik hai mai dekh lungi aur jo blouse stich karne di thi wo nehi laye kya?
Ramakant – Nehi madam uska measurement kho gaya hai aur mujhe firse naap lena padega.Aap abhi measure ment de dijiye me kal subhe tak aapko blouse lake de dunga.Me – Abhi to rasoi beech me chod ke ayi hoon dus minute wait karo mai kaam khatam karke ati hoon.Ramakant – Thik hai madam.
I went into the kitchen and Ramakant was sitting in the drawing room checking out some newspapers. I could notice him from where he sat as he tried to take peaks of me while I was cooking on the kitchen. Ramakant was mad about my midriff and never missed a chance to take a peek at it or touch it. I knew this habit of his but I never complained as he always used to stitch my clothes well and deliver in time after 10 minutes I came out from the kitchen. I had tucked my pallu in my waist and my waist and half of my navel was left exposed for Ramakant to feast upon.
Madam – Rama jaldi measurement le lo ghar ka bahut kaam baki hai.Ramakant – Ji Madamji bas 5 minute ki to baat hai.Then he took out his measuring tape and took down the measurment. He did not miss a chance to grab my boobs a bit and he even touched my nipples realising that I did not wear a bra and he knew that my husband was away and he tried to take some advantage of the situation.
Ramakant – Madam aap ek full length blouse kyun nehi silwati aap pe bahut acha lagega aur aapke liye discount bhi ho jayega.Me- Phir se measurement loge kya abhi?Ramakant – Nei madam bas do char extra reading lene padenge.Me – Ok jaldi karo
Then he adjusted my pallu right besides my navel and ran his tape through my cleavage and stopped right at my navel. He put his little finger inside my navel and rested it there. He was never so bold and never went this far but I did not react as I was still horny and badly needed some sex then he took my waist measurement and realising that I am not opposing this time he put his middle finger into my navel and twisted it a bit while taking it out.
I let out a small squeal feeling ticklish and he well realised that this bitch is horny. He slowly started caressing my stomach and dropped my pallu down with his other hand. Now one of his fingers was encircling around my navel and then he put his finger into my navel and pressed it hard. I sucked my stomach in and this made my navel even deeper for him to explore.Ramakant – Wah madam kya mast nabhi hai aapki jee to karta hai abhi chod loon aapko.
Me – to tumhe roka kisne hai ?Meri iss baat se mano Ramakant pagal hi ha gaya aur niche baithke meri nabhi ko cahtne laga.Uski iss harkat se maine apne pet ko andar khich liya aur usne mere nabhi ko har gehrayi tak caht liya.Phir mujhe sofe pe daal kar mere boluse ke buttons kholne laga aur dusre haath se mere blouse ke upar hi mere boobs ko daba raha tha mai bas let ke halke se moan kar rahi thi.
Phir mere blouse ko utar ke wo mere nipples ko chatne laga aur doosre haath se mere doosre nipple ko pinch kar raha tha.Ramakant – Wah Abhipsha madam aap jaisi sexy aurat to maine kabhi nehi dekhi. Pata nei ssab aap jaisi chikni randi ko kaise yaha chod ke chale gaye.In the meanwhile the doorbell rang and I realised it must be my driver as I had asked him to come take me for shopping. I stopped Ramakant and asked him to leave and started wearing my blouse.Ramakant – Memsahib nabhi to ek aur bar chat lene do.Kya pata phir kab naseeb me ayega ye din?
Me – yeh le showing him my navel jo chatna hai chat par do minute me nikal.He again licked and sucked my navel for two full minutes and then left the home through the back door and I went to open the door with my crumpled saree and messed up hair. My driver Suresh was standing outside the door as I lied to him that I had slept off. My midriff had been left exposed by the activities of Ramakant and may be Suresh also noticed my wet navel. I asked him to wait and went in to get dressed to go for shopping.
The rest of the story will be described in the next part.Sneakpeak – Lots of people tease my body in the mall our car gets punctured on our way back. I take a lift from a 18 year old guy who does just more than drooping me at my house.
Upcoming stories – 1. Next Encounter with Ramaka2. Suresh takes me for a drive3. Double TroubleSend your suggestions at