Dosto my name is Rohan and I live in Bangalore, well don get bored by knowing more about me. Now coming to the heroine of the story, her name is let’s say rinku. She is very beautiful lady having 2 children but her flawless skin tone and her figure is the attractive part of her. She is obviously an illiterate and village lady now living in Bangalore because of their business. She was married when she was a child according to their customs but she got her 1st baby when she was matured. She used to wear saree or ghaghara and she used to always cover her face with saree as per their tradition.
I lived in b’lore in a single room which us usually situated in terrace and she used to live below my house. Daily she used to come on terrace to dry the clothes but never got an opportunity to talk to her as I would be in office at that time and some times when I was in room never dared to talk to her as she was acting as a reserved type lady always covering her face. After 5 to 6 months of stay during rainy season I was in room she came to pick up clothes, it was raining so I helped her to quickly remove them. she took them and went. I was pissed off. Later one day I was in room she came to put clothes on wire.
I came outside and told ‘kya aunty us din kapade nikhalne mein help kiya lekin aap ek thanx bhi nahi bole? Rinku: oh thanx. Me: aunty idar koi nahi hain dekhane wala chehara kyu chupathe ho aap. She finished the thing and started gng down.
Me: sorry aunty bura math maano. Wo chali gayi. I knew doodh ka dulhan koi nahi but she is from village so I got fear guessing how she thinks. few days later I came from office and I was passing by their house through stairs . She was sitting in front of her of her house.
I looked at her, she quickly removed her saree from face and smiled at me. I can’t talk to her as a old lady beside her house was dangerous. I showed her by my fingers indicating she is beautiful. She smiled at me and went inside. one day I took leave as I wanted to go for my home town. train was in noon so I was expecting her on the terrace. She came again with saree covering her face. Me: koi nahi hain yaha pe aapka chehara dikhao na. She: she removed and said khush?
Me: yaar aap bahut beautiful ho. She: main aapke yaar nahi hu. Me: sorry aunty mera hindi thoda weak hain adjust kar lo. Me: aapka pati bahut lucky hain aunty, aapke jaise ladki ko shaadi kar liya. She: mein aurat hu ladki nahi. Me: lekin kisi ladki se kam nahi hain aap. Aapka aankh bahut pyari hain aunty.
She: tumhara shaadi kyu nahi hua? humhare shaadi hum jab bachche the tabhi hua tha. Me: haan aunty aap itna beautiful ho koi b taiyaar ho joyega shaadi karne. Aapke jaise beautiful ladki mili tho mein aaj hi shaadi kar lunga. She: joot moot ka tareef bahut hua. Chalo ab. Me: ok aunty yakin math mano aap, pari tho pari hi rahegi.
I extended my hands and said ‘frns? . It was new to her so went down without reacting. I went to home town and came back after 2 days in d noon. She came to know I had come when she came on terrace to collect clothes. She: meri jaisi unpad(illiterate)se dosti kar ke kya koroge.
Me:tho kya hua aap insaan nahi ,aapko ichcha nahi hota kisi cheez ka, aapko feelings nahi hain? Aapko chat karne nahi aata lekin aap baat kar sakte hain na. She: tum mujhe call nahi karoge kabhi bhi, mein missed call dungi tho baat karna. Me: ok, aunty. I wrote my number and gave her. She took clothes in hand and she kept that paper in her blouse as clothes were more. I saw her keeping that paper in blouse, so I smiled at her and said’ paper bhi kitna lucky hain’. She jus looked at me and went back. Next day she gave me missed call when I was in office , I came at the side and called her. Firstly, she was hesitant as it was feeling as if we were talking for 1st time.
After some time it was ok. She :tum bahut badtameez ho. Me: kyu? She: tum kya bole last mein paper ke baare. Me: kya bola? Kab? ,I knew she was talking about wat I said’kitna lucky hain paper’. She: chodo kuch nahi. Me: batao na yaar bina tension ke. hum dost hain chupane ka matlab nahi. She: kitna lucky hain paper bola na wahi. kyu bola? Me: aur kya yaar itna beautiful cheez ko itna aasaani se touch kar raha tha paper tho lucky nahi hain? She :waise kaunse beautiful cheez ko touch kar raha tha paper. Me: samay aane pe bataunga aunty. Mein busy tha tho call rakh diya. Aur number call list se delete karne bola aur call kaat diya. This way we used to talk for some days.
One Saturday it was holiday for me, I knew they had business her husband is not in home, she came on terrace. I was staring at her and smiling while she was getting all clothes from wire. she has to pass by my room and me to go to stairs. her face was covered and she was wearing ghaghara which rajasthani women wear. It was the safest place so I kept left hand on the wall obstructing her not to go down and I was smiling.
She: kya rahe ho? Me: kept my finger on my lips to tell her to b silent. Me: ghabrao math ek baar aapko dekhne do. I slowly removed the thing like dupatta covering her . Her hands were full of clothes. Her waist was exposed a lot near her waist in ghaghara. Me: tum bahut beautiful ho yaar.
I kept my hand on neck and moved her hair and dupatta back . She closed her eyes so now I kept my hand on waist and moved it near navel. She moved to right side towards wall and clothes were clutched between wall and her body. She can’t control so I saw the cloth fell from her hand. I said now or never . She was not resisting but was enjoying silently. I was also making slow moves.
I kept one hand on her ass , I could feel her panty above ghaghara. I knelt down and raised her ghaghara till calf muscles and I went inside it . Kissed her calf muscles , back of knee, back of her thighs and bit her ass slowly. My face was fully covered by ghaghara. But I felt some clothes fell down from her hand. I pulled her panty down and she was pushing me to with one hand not to remove her panty. I somehow removed her panty and stood to kiss her neck .
She: aaj nahi yaar plz. Me: tho kab? She: phir kabi ,aaj nahi. Mujhe jana hain bhachcha hain ghar mein. Me: tho ek kiss karo. She kissed me on cheek. Me : ye kiss thodi hota hain. I took her lips and smooched. She wasn’t responding. Me: jaldi kiss ki tho jaldi ja sakti ho. 2 min apne aap ko kho jao, bhool jao sab kuch aur bass kiss pe dyan do. I kissed her lips and tongue met this time.
I pressed her against the wall and we started playing with tongue. now all clothes in her hand fell down. I kissed her for 2 min and I placed her hand on my penis. She: mujhe jana hain. She started picking up the clothes and I also helped her. I took her panty which I had removed. She: jaldi do please. Me: smelled it and kept it between my teeth. She tried to take it but I told her in her eyes’ next time le lo mere se. Tumhari yaad pe rakunga isko next time tak. She dint say nything. I gave a peck on her lips and let her go.
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