Hi friends. Thanks for the numerous response to my previous experience shared on ISS. I am now going to share another of my experience which happened a few months back.
Just to introduce myself, I am Pragati from Mumbai. I am 36 years of age, working in senior management of a private company. Married for last 9 years and having one loving son of 6 years. I usually keep myself fit but despite that, I’ve gained some weight and for good reason. My figure is 36(C), 28, 38.
Now coming to the incident. I along with a colleague had gone to Pune for a conference in my car. We left from Mumbai early in the morning to reach Pune by 10 am. Since it was a one day conference we were not carrying any extra bag or spare clothes.
After the conference got over my colleague said she wants to meet some of her relatives, and told me to come along. I dropped her at her relative’s place and proceeded to Mumbai at around 6 pm. I was wearing saree that day (a detail I’ll reveal later) and carrying a shawl as it gets a bit cold inside the car due to ac.
After crossing Lonavala I suddenly felt the car is not running smooth and is giving some jerks. I kept on driving for some time and eventually car stopped. I tried restarting it but unable to do so. I came out of my car and looked around for some help, cars were passing by in speed.
I walked for some distance where I saw a mechanic’s mobile number written on a divider. I dialed the number and enquired about the mechanic. He asked about the details of the car. Then he told me to wait since it will take 10-15 minutes for him to come at the spot. I hung up and came back to my car.
I removed my shawl and kept it inside the car since weather outside was not so cold. It already has started getting dark. I was standing on the side of the road dressed in a black and red chiffon saree, with black backless single string blouse. The blouse was cupped so I was not wearing any bra inside.
To make the matters worse, the tailor had imposed his fantasy by making the blouse a bit deep neck so the cleavage is seen even when I stand straight. Even during the conference while interacting with delegates I had seen people giving more attention to me, not to what I am talking but one foot below my lips.
After waiting for around 20 minutes a boy came on a bike and stopped near me. He said Nadeem (Mechanic) has sent him to check the car. He was a well built handsome boy of around 22-23 years of age, fair and tall, wearing neat and clean jeans and t-shirt By no means he was looking like a mechanic.
I asked him whether he knows how to repair to which he answered in affirmative. He parked his bike on the side and came back to the car. While walking his eyes were fixed on me and scanning every bit of my body. Though I had covered my bosom with the pallu, the transparent material of the saree was not helping much in it.
He could easily see my cleavage that I was sure was visible through the thin material, and mangalsutra resting just at the valley. He opened the bonnet and asked me to start the car. So I sat on the driving seat and tried but to no avail. He came to me asked again to try.
But with some sound car was getting started. Then he bent and tried pressing the accelerator pedal but my foot was there so he pressed my sandals. While attempting to press the pedal hastily he touched my bare foot. I immediately moved my foot a little which made him jitter.
He immediately pulled his hands back, but in hurry, my saree also went up to knees by sticking somewhere on his fingers. He must have felt the smoothness of my hairless and fair body. He stood up and looked at me for a second and our eyes were locked. He went to bonnet again and was doing something.
I was sitting on driving seat when he called me and asked to show some light from mobile to the place where he was working. I switched on the torch and holding it where he was working. In order to help him, I was bending over the bonnet and my heavy cleavage was at full display.
Even the saree had slid a bit and came to one side making the easy view of the valley. He raised his head to look up for something and again his eye went down to my chest. For some time I was unaware as I was focusing on showing him torchlight. After a few seconds, I realized that he is standing still.
This time I looked up to him and he was lost in the view. I stood straight and turned to arrange my pallu, and now my back is facing him. I said to myself that I am just torturing this young fellow. I thought of teasing him more. So I moved my hairs to the front exposing my complete back with just a thin strip covering nothing.
He was just standing there a gazing at me. I turned and asked him, “Is it done?” He said, “No, it cannot be repaired here. It needs to be taken to the garage since it is already dark and it could rain anytime.” I asked, “How will we take this to the garage?” He replied, “I’ll call a towing vehicle which will take this to the garage.”
He called someone and talked for some time. Then he said to me that it will 20-25 minutes for towing vehicle to arrive since he is already towing some other vehicle. I said Ok. Then he said that let’s go to his garage as it will start raining anytime. The towing vehicle will pick up the keys of the car from his garage.
I agreed, he locked the car and kept keys in his pocket and brings his bike, I sat behind him and we moved towards his workstation. On the way, I recalled that I’ve left my shawl inside car only, today his neighbors will be envious to him.
What happened next will tell you in the next part. You can mail me whether you liked the story at .