The pungent flower [Complete]
Plot
Bashir leads a uneventful solitary life that is changed when he gets a new subordinate. The subordinate himself is painfully dull and annoyingly dimwitted. But things get interesting when responsibility of a distant relative of his (a widow) is thrust upon his sorry soul. Bashir uses this opportunity to take advantage of their vulnerable situation and surprisingly the widow is equally keen on being taken advantage of. Their chemistry evolves as they discover their kinky nature.
Spoiler
“Thinking I was asleep, she bent forward and tried to smell my penis. Her eyes closed as she inhaled the scent of my cock, unable to pull away”… Who is this desperate woman trying to secretly get close to a cock? Well let me start at the beginning…
1. A new annoyance
I worked as middle management at call centre in Pune. I had been here 6 years and enjoyed my carefree bachelor life mostly spent streaming countless tv shows and getting high. One morning my manager walks over to my office accompanied by a tiny, lean, nervous looking man. The dull chap is Bodan, who comes from some small town somewhere in West Bengal. He is a new hire and is assigned tome as my assistant. This was upsetting because I could clearly see this sorry looking man was going to be more of a burden than any assistance.
This was the first time Bodan (or anyone from his family) had left the village. He was intimidated by everything from elevators to office women in tight pants. His total cluelessness coupled with his incompetence was getting on my nerves. When I warned Bodan about firing him, Bodan pleaded that this was the only way he could support his family back at home. I am not a man to usually take pity on anyone but decided to keep Bodan around and find some possible use for him.
Bodan was soon running all kinds of errands for me. He carried out my orders without question. I realised how this directionless mans every decision was now influenced by me and how much control I had over Bodan’s life.
2. Bodan’s story
One weekend I wanted to go out for some heavy drinking. Since I knew I might get too drunk to return home, I called Bodan to join me. Bodan arrived in a auto-rikshaw and we went to a local bar. We started drinking and Bodan got drunk after the first two pegs. Bodan started spewing personal details of his life. I got bored quickly and was more interested in the delicious brown chunky woman sitting across our table. I imagined what it would be like to bend her over the table, tear open that tight skirt and jam my finger up her brown ass. Soon my fantasy faded as the women left the room and my attention drifted back to the conversation. Bodan was now talking about how his parents were looking for a bride for him. Then he mentioned some distant relative of his was coming to the city to look for work and she will be staying with him. He talked about how she was forcefully married to an old man who died within days of their marriage. Of course since now she was a widow, no body wanted her around. “Jezzus.. what kind of a world do these people come from” I thought to himself.
I had forgotten about the conversation until the next day when Bodan came to pick me up in an rickshaw. As I walked towards the tiny three wheeled vehicle, I noticed that there was a woman with Bodan in the auto. “Has this cheap fuck split an already inexpensive ride with someone?” I thought as I approached them. The women had a round face and what looked like a chubby supple built. Her white salwar did not do a good enough job hiding her curves. She kept her eyes lowered like any ‘well cultured’ girl is taught to do. Bodan introduced her as Anita, his relative that he mentioned in the bar. She was sitting in the middle so I took the seat next to her. She gave me a nervous smile as I squeezed in next to her.
3. Auto hardon
Bodan told that Anita had found work as a helper at a boutique and they will be dropping her off on the way to office. As the auto-rikshaw travelled through the bumpy roads of Pune, mine and Anita’s body would slam and rub against each other. I felt the warmth of her shoulders on my arms and the softness of her curvy butt on mine. I intentionally rubbed out my arms on her juicy biceps on the bumps. Then I got my backpack off and put it on the other side so we were squeezed into each other even tighter. From the corner of my eyes I saw that Anita had noticed this. She looked down bit on her thumbnail. After spending most of my life among brash city girls, I found her shyness intoxicating. A pink dupatta covered her face so I could not savour her reaction completely. I then pretended I needed to take my wallet out of my back pocket. I rubbed on her thighs as I moved my hands to my back pocket. Anita jerked and tried to shift a little to make way but there wasn’t any room.
By now I was pretty turned on by her. I had a hard on. I looked at Pankaj and he was oblivious to the situation, staring out of the auto on the other end. I wanted to further enjoy this opportunity. I put a hand on my crotch. I did a little adjusting and scratching action on my crotch to make my hard-on more evident. It caught Anita’s attention. For a moment her gaze was transfixed at my cock and then she moved her eyes to Pankaj. Pankaj was still in his own world staring out of the auto. She turned back and lowered her head looking down. I could not look at her face over her dupatta, so I had no idea how she was taking this. I secretly turned on the video camera on my phone and held it in my right hand, upside down, facing her. She did not know this. I continued to touch and adjust my hard-on pretending to be trying to get comfortable, all this time recording her reactions. Soon we arrived at her destination. The auto parked and the walkway was on the left, so Anita had to get out from my direction. Normally I would have got out to make it easy for someone to get out. But instead of getting out, I slightly pulled back my legs and adjusted my body in a gesture to make room for her to get out, when in fact I made it even more difficult for her to leave. She got up and started to squeeze her way out. Her heavy bottom was grinding up against my body. Then she reached a position right in front of me. My hard on was pushing right into her ass. I could not resist the temptation and gave a strong thrust, pushing my hard cock further into her trapped warm ass. It felt heavenly and I thought I would cum right there. The poor girl eventually managed to get out and I sat back down with a raging hard on. She turned around and faced us. Pankaj told her good bye and she tried to avoid looking at me. She was half biting her lip and gave me a quick look before turning back.
We continued on to our office and all the way I could not stop remembering the sweet sensation of pushing my hard cock against her big and soft ass. We reached office and I was still hard. I covered it up with my bag and rushed to my desk. I quickly went to the bathroom and locked it. I took out my hard cock and started stroking it. I remembered about the video I took in the auto. I took out my phone and played the video. It was a great angle with the lower half of the screen covered her her breasts and upper half with her cute round face. At first she was looking out of the auto on the other side. Then I noticed she was not actually looking out but stealing glances at Pankaj, making sure he was unaware of what was going on the other side of the auto. Then she quickly stole glances with the corner of her eye in my crotch’s direction. She continued to stare at it and brought her hand to her face and bit her nail. Again a quick glance at Pankaj and back to the cock. The way she stole glances from the corner of her eye and the excited look in those eyes was turning me on even more. I could not control my self any longer and burst my load on the toilet floor.
4. The move
I was expecting more excitement on the trip back home but Bodan informed me that Anita’s shift gets over early. She was already at his home. This arrangement continued for a couple of days. One day at office, I called Bodan and I inquired about their living arrangement. He told me he could not afford a proper flat on his salary so they lived in a one room kitchen. He slept in the kitchen and she in the other room. I saw an opportunity here. I preached him some nonsense about how it was not a good way to live and he should arrange something better for himself and his cousin. Bodan, of course, had no thoughts of his own to contribute. I told him since I lived alone in a two bedroom apartment, they could move in with me till he could find a place of his own. He said he could not impose on me. Then I told him that he could pay me the same rent he was paying for his flat, but at least they would have a proper flat to live in. This seemed to preserve his honour and get my job done too. He seemed very happy about the plan and said he would talk to Anita about it. I told him there was no need to ask her, it was good for both of them. We took the auto directly to his home. Upstairs Anita opened up the door and was surprised to see me.
She was wearing a very tight salwar kameez. I guessed it must have been from when she was younger. It was barely able to contain her now fully developed breasts. She quickly went inside to get a dupatta to cover cleavage. Bodan told her I had come to talk. We went inside and sat down, all the time my eyes were fixed on Anita and her gorgeous body. She was still trying to avoid eye contact with me, acting all shy. I recalled how this innocent acting girl was stealing glances at my cock when she thought no one was looking.
Bodan excitedly explained to her my offer to let them both live with me for a while. Anita was not as dumb as her cousin. She was looking at me in quick glances whenever Bodan mentioned about me. She had a hesitant look in her eyes about the whole thing but could not object directly in front of me. Finally she has to give in to Bodan’s excitement and convincing. It was decided, they would move in with me the next day.
5. Pampering
A lazy staturday started with my door bell ringing, it was Bodan and with his lovely cousin. I invited them in and helped with their luggage. I had cleared up the bedroom next to the kitchen for them, where they settled. After a brief survey of the house I asked them to setup their room and take rest. Everyone was tired so we ordered food and just relaxed watching TV. I did not want to make any moves too quickly. I just wanted Anita to get a little comfortable here. A few days passed without any major incidents, but her tempting body and innocent face were driving me crazy. I tried to talk to her but she was a very shy girl and with that idiot Bodan around it was awkward getting close to her.
There was an assignment coming up in office which required me to travel to Bangalore for training. Though it was meant for me I pushed my manager to send Bodan in my place, saying it would benefit the new comer more. I did not inform Bodan in advance as he may worry about Anita and look for another accommodation. Couple of days before the journey I told Bodan about the trip, stressing it was crucial for his career. He showed some faint concern for Anita but I knew the dumb bastard did not really care much. I also told him not to tell Anita right now as she will worry unnecessarily. So sunday came and it was time for Bodan to leave. As instructed by me he told Anita he was going for just a couple of days and she can continue to stay with me and carry on her work. The trip was actually was 2 weeks but neither of them knew this at that time.
Anita showed some hesitation when told, but neither Bodan was too concerned nor was she really in a situation to afford an alternative. Finally Bodan left for Bangalore. The three of us went to the station to drop Bodan off. I would finally be alone with Anita, the thought overwhelmed me. While returning back I made a stop at a grocery mall. I asked Anita to get some supplies for herself. She refused, mainly because I knew she was out of money. This is the opportunity I was waiting for, I wanted to pamper her and get a leverage over her. I refused to take no for an answer and told her she was my guest and in absence of Bodan she was my responsibility (‘male chauvinist pig’? …oh get a life). I told her not to worry about money and consider it a gift from a ‘friend’ and all that crap. Being a village girl this was all new to her. She gave a shy smile and nodded.
I specially picked out stuff for her that I knew she would have difficulty using and would be depended on me for help. I bought all sorts of things for her and the excitement was clear on her face. We returned home. She thanked me for all the wonderful things I bought her. I told her we are friends now and friends help each other out. We watched TV for some time and put on a music channel. I noticed how she watched the girls on TV and music channels with their short clothes. The next day I took her shopping again to a mall. She said she was nervous being in such a big place. She saw the girls there is mini skirts and hot pants and I think all this was alien yet exhilarating to her. I told her I want to buy some new clothes for her but she refused. I told her to at least get some clothes for wearing in the house. She agreed and I took her to a sports wear store. I wanted to buy some some tight clothes for her to see more of that ripe figure. She was clueless anyway so I picked up some three forth tights for her. I picked out the ones with the thinnest material and the tightest fit. I also bought some sleeveless tight t-hsirts for her. She looked at them in a funny way but I did not give her too much chance to object.
6. Curiosity makes the pussy wet
We returned home and I told her to try the new clothes. She was excited too and went to her room. After a while she came out but still wearing her salwar kameez. She told me she liked it very much but that they were a bit tight. I told her that is how it is supposed to fit and will become comfortable with time. I knew she was just shy to wear that in front of me. I had never seen her in anything else than her salwar kameez before. I talked about how she must have seen the girls in mall wearing similar clothes. I insisted that she can at least wear them inside the house, she went back in to change. This time I tried to peep through to keyhole of her room. Though I could not see her changing I saw her walking towards the mirror in the tights. My jaw dropped and her figure, it was sexy as hell. I imagined she had a good ass but this was far from what I had imagined. Her legs were thick and curvy, her thighs were juicy and in great shape and her ass was heavy but tight. I wanted to break down that door, rip off those tights and just suck on that ass. Just her sight in those tights gave me a hard on. I saw her checking herself out in the mirror. She looked very pleased with the clothes and started posing in front of the mirror. She was certainly enjoying it.
She came out and was a bit shy, because of me. I told her the tights look great on her. I told her she looks like a dancer on MTV (that I knew she watches so much) and she blushed. I went to my room and changed into a sleeveless T-shirt and loose baggy shorts. I came to the living room where she was sitting. I noticed her staring at my muscular hairy legs. Seeing her up close in that tight pant was driving me nuts. It was one of those exotic figures and you just don’t see in such clothes. He sweet curves on a tight-well build village body. I laid down on the sofa and turned on the TV. She said she will start preparing dinner and got some veggies from the kitchen to cut. She sat down on the carpet with her back resting against my sofa. She was leaning near other end of the sofa where my legs were. My hardon was not going down and I was continuously staring at her butt as she sat on the floor near my legs. I got an idea, I went to the bathroom and removed my underwear and put my shorts back on. I lay down on the sofa again and slowly pulled my shorts up a bit. I positioned my shorts in such a way that from Anita’s angle, if she looks up in my direction, she will get a look inside my shorts.
She continued to cut carrots and watch TV. I causally asked her if I should change the channel. She turned towards me to say something. Initially she had the innocent smile on her face as she turned towards me, and then her eyes caught a glimpse inside my shorts. The look on her face suddenly changed. She kept staring for 2-3 seconds with the same confused look on her face. It was as if something was holding her eyes there and not letting them move. Quickly, realizing I might notice, she turned back to the TV. With the same look, she continued to stare blankly at the TV screen for a while. I wanted her to enjoy the show a bit more. I told her I was a bit tired and taking a nap. I asked her to wake me up when the dinner was ready. She looked at me and nodded, trying hard not to stare and into my shorts. I, of course, did not want to miss the drama so I used the same cellphone camera trick again. I started recording and lay my head back and closed my eyes.
7. The show
I watched the video later. After I went for my ‘nap’, at first she just continued to watch TV and cut carrots, or at least pretended to do so. She had the same tense look on her face. Slowly she lost interest in cutting the carrots and stopped. After waiting a few minutes, she turned and looked at me pretending to say something. She did not say anything. Instead she felt secure that I was really asleep and could not see her. She quickly cornered her eyes looking into my shorts. The way she stole that glance was the most sexiest turn ons I can imagine. She turned back and kept blankly staring down at her chopped carrots. Again she looked at me and quickly turned her eyes towards my revealing shorts. This time she looked inside more directly and for a longer time. She again looked to make sure I was not awake and the stared right into my shorts at my bulging hard on. I had made sure that she had a good view of the whole area. She continued to watch for a while and her expression changed from confused look to a kind of look I must have had when I was watching her through the key hole.
She got up and I did not know what she was up to. She went into the kitchen and returned with some cucumbers. She sat down again but this time closer to me! She sure was getting horny. She started cutting the veggies again. After half a minute I think she could not hold it and turned again to me and then directly to my bulge, now just inches away from her face. She grew bolder, assured that I was asleep she was enjoying the view of my thick brown cock and balls just inches away from her. The look in her eyes told me that she desperately wanted to reach in and grab it. I saw her hands gently moving towards her upper thighs rubbing them slowly as she started at my cock. She gently caressed her inner thighs as she grew hot.
Then she got up on her knees and it looked like she was trying reaching for the TV remote kept my side of the sofa. She stretched her hand to grab the remote while her face was moving closer to the window in my pants. Then I noticed something that blew me away. She was moving her face close to my legs and all the way smelling them! At the end of her stretch as she touched the remote, her face was almost inside inside my shorts, but carefully so as not to touch any thing and wake me up. She stayed there for a few seconds more, staring at my cock from close range. Then I saw her chest swell up, she was smelling my erect cock! Then she quickly went back and sat down in her original position. But the look on her face had changed, she looked flushed. She bit her thumb and stared blankly and the TV.
8. Desires
All this time I was pretending to be asleep, unaware of the sexiness going on below the sofa. After a while, I pretended to wake up and saw her readjust and sit properly. She briefly looked at me with a look of a guilty c***d. I just smiled, unaware of what had just happened and she moved back to the TV. She went to the kitchen. I followed her. As I entered I saw her slightly bent over the kitchen table mixing some stuff. The view of her thick thighs and heavy bubble butt was like a magnet for my dick. I thought my dick would drag me with its force into that ass. I had to get close to that ass somehow. I saw she had taken out some left over daal from lunch was about to heat it in gas. I told her I will teach her how to use the microwave. She stood in front of the microwave clueless even as how to open the damn thing. I stood behind her directly now… this is what I was aiming for! I was standing at a close distance but my hard cock was still not touching her.
I told her to press the big white button to open the microwave door. As the door opened she had to move back to open it completely and place the vessel in. As she moved back my cock touched her back. I think she felt it as she moved ahead a bit with a jerk. But after a second her body moved back with my dick lightly touching her. She was short in height and my dick was pointing up, so it was actually touching her slightly above the ass. I moved back and quickly put one hand in my shorts to push my dick down. She was still looking at the microwave pondering what to do next. I told her to set temperature but obviously she did not know what control to use. So I moved a little ahead taking my hand to the control dials. This time my cock for firmly pushing on her right but cheek. It was soft and warm, with only thin layers of her tights and my shorts between us. Even though I thought I should, I was not able to pull back. I saw her body tightening, her fingers strengthening her grip on the microwave door handle she was holding. I continued to fiddle around with controls while enjoying the soft warmness her beautiful butt was providing my raging cock. I did not want to pull out as it felt so fucking great but I also did not want to scare her and was afraid she might walk out or some thing. I moved a bit back and pretended it was not intentional.
I moved back to the hall and lay down on the sofa. My cock was still hard and I kept thinking about the touch of Anita’s ass. I wanted to touch that juicy soft ass with my hands. Anita walked in with dinner. She was avoiding my stares. We sat down to eat and watch TV. I saw her steal glances at me once a while but there was not much talking that night. When the movie ended I told her I am going to bed as I have an early meeting next day. After about a couple of hours, I got up from my sleep to pee. I heard sounds from the hall. The TV was still running. Anita had fallen asleep on the sofa watching TV. I suddenly remembered the video I had recorded earlier. I watched it and realised that though shy, Anita was secretly a kinky horny woman. The video made me horny too and I started to stroke my cock right there, behind the sofa. I saw her laying there deep in sleep. She was sleeping on her side and I got a good view of her big round ass. I took my face as close as possible to her ass. I wanted to bury it in there and smell her beautiful treasures. But I controlled. I took my cock and bought it close to her face. I carefully got the tip of my penis close to her nose. I could feel her warm breath on my cock while recalling how she was dying to get a smell earlier. I let my cocks aroma fill her lungs for a few more seconds. But It was getting too much for me. I wanted to blow my cum on her face. I had to quickly run to the bathroom and relieve my self.
9. Getting used to a new life
The next morning I got up and walked to the hall. Anita was already dressed and ready to leave for work. When I walked in she gave a smile and said she had prepared tea. She asked if Bodan was returning today. I told her he was supposed to arrive today evening and that I will enquire in the office. I got ready and came back to the hall. Anita said she would heat the tea for me. I asked if she needed help with the microwave again, acting innocent. She quietly said no and went to the kitchen, trying hard to hide her shy smile.
I reached office and called up the Bangalore office. I talked to the manager and asked how Bodan was performing. He informed me that they don’t think Bodan was able to cope up with the seminars. They even said they would like to replace him. I was frustrated as I did not want that idiot to return and ruin everything. I told them that though Bodan lacked the aptitude, he was sincere and hardworking. He asked if they could assign Bodan to IT operations as they were short on people. I was only too happy to comply. Later I called up Bodan. I told him the superiors there were not very happy with him and he got scared. I told him I convinced them to give him another chance and that he should carry out the new responsibilities. I also told him he might have to stay there longer.
I left office and took an auto to pick up Anita from the boutique she worked at. On the way home I informed her about Bodan’s ‘decision’ to stay back. She looked a little disappointed. I kept my hand on hers and told her not to worry, she will be fine here. She gave a nervous smile and I removed my hand. I told her we should have dinner outside, it will make her feel better. She said it was not needed but I wanted a drink anyway. I took her to a club and got a table near the bar. We ordered some food and I ordered whiskey for myself. I asked her if she wanted a drink. She got a little uncomfortable. When I asked, she told me that in her village girls don’t drink alcohol, even many respected men did not drink. I told her she is in the city now and these customs were meant for stuck up village folk. I told her drinking is a way a to relax after a hard day’s work and have some fun. She looked around and saw girls in skirts smoking and drinking with their male friends. Everybody seemed to be having fun. After a while, and my second whiskey, I looked at Anita. She was watching all the girls and the way they were dressed. I asked her if she wanted to try something as well. She refused. I insisted that she try a something light otherwise she will be uncomfortable the whole evening. I asked her to try a cocktail. I dunno if she confused it for some sort of juice or was just eager but she agreed. I ordered a specially strong cocktail for her.
Her drink arrived and it looked fancy. She took the first sip. I watched the blue drink touch her supple brown lips and the way she sucked her soft lips afterwards. She said it was full of flavours but very bitter for her taste. I advised she take it slow. I asked her to first try and enjoy the aroma of the drink and then she will like it. Knowing her fetish for smelling things, it was a fun on to watch her put the glass to her nose and take the aroma in. She enjoyed it, the pervert. She spent the next few minutes taking long sniffs at her drink and looking around. She tried the drink again and did not find it so difficult this time. By the time I was done with my third glass we had ordered another drink for her. After a while she was a bit ***** and we decided to go home.
10. Do you want to play?
We reached home and she sat down on the sofa. Having forgotten about Bodan, she was in a good mood now. She went to her room and changed into the tights I got for her. I saw the kurta she has worn to office lying on the bed. It was a bit wet in the underarm region. That was for some reason, very tempting to me at the moment. I wanted to know how this village beauty smelled. She had gone to the kitchen so I grabbed it and brought it close to my nose. It smelled strangely inviting. The smell drew me more towards it. Anita was returning from the kitchen so I kept it back. But at that moment I wanted this sweet pervert to know I was down with her game and I too enjoyed it. She asked me if I wanted something from her room. I had to think fast. I told her that I was putting clothes in the washing machine so wondering if there were any clothes here for washing. She said she will check. I asked her about the kurta and she said she had just worn it today.
I took it in my hand as if examining it. I told her it looks fine. Then I took the sweaty portion of the arm and bought it to my nose, in front of her. I took a long sniff and acted casually. I looked at her and told her yes it doesn’t smell bad. Her expressions had changed. She was just staring at me with her kurta in my hands. She was leaning more against the wall now, her body language loosening up. Looking at her I said “this does not look dirty, are you sure you want this washed?” and I took another long sniff at her sweaty kurta. I told her it actually smelled good and did not need washing. She lowered her stare and involuntarily bit her lower lip. I then left the room and went my room. I changed to the same baggy shorts and a sleeveless shirt.
I came out and saw Anita sitting on the sofa watching TV. As I approached her she kept looking at me while I pretended to be interested in the TV. I knew she must be still thinking about the incident in her room. I sat down besides her as she adjusted to make room for me. We watched TV for a while. I took out some ice cream from the fridge for the both of us. After I while I noticed she still had not worn the sleeveless t-shirt I had got for her. I asked her about it. She was more open with me now, maybe it was the drinks. She said none of the girls in the village wore anything sleeveless. I told her she was not in her village anymore and it did not matter. She has a shy smile on her fave and told me she had some hair under her arms and she was embarrassed. I told her it was ok and I really did not mind. But she said she saw the girls in the club today and everybody had clean underarms. I asked her why she did not remove the hair then. She just kept quite for a while. I raised my left arm to show her I was clean under there too. She stared at it for a bit and then quickly lowered her stare. I sat closer to her and lifted my hand up again. “Look how smooth it is”. She was shy but the drinks had loosened her up. She finally looked at it.
I made a bold move. I took her hand and touched her fingers on my underarm. She covered her face with her other hand partially while giggling. But her fingers were still lightly touching my underarm. Her cold dry fingers felt so erotic on my warm wet underarm. She lightly moved her fingers on my underarm before withdrawing them. It felt like they soaked up all the juices built there. I asked her if she liked it. She giggled again. I said I meant if she would also remove her hair. She said yes she would like to do it. I got up to go to the bathroom. When I got up I saw in the reflection of the TV showcase, Anita rubbing her fingers that she had touched to my underarm. When I started walking I saw her quickly bring them to her nose and take a sniff.
11. Playtime
I got my electronic trimmer from the bathroom and showed it to her. I told her this is what I use to remove hair. She looked at it and asked how it worked. I told her I will show her how to use it on her underarms. She was a little shy and refused my offer politely. I said if she doesn’t clean her underarms the clothes I got for her would go to waste. She agreed after some convincing. She was still afraid to use it herself. I told her its not supposed to be done alone and that I will help her. I asked her to change into the sleeveless top I got her and comeback.
Anita returned wearing the tight sleeveless top. She looked delicious. Her dusky well built body. With the tight top there was nothing to cover her butt too. I just feasted on her supple figure. She was trying hard not to raise her hands. I gestured her to come sit on the sofa. She say besides me with a shy smile on the face and her head lowered. I told her how beautiful she looked in these modern clothes. She blushed. I sat closer to her. I gently touched her elbows and lifted her arm. She kept biting her thumb. I raised her arm all the way to reveal her beautiful underarms. She had soft black hair under them. Untouched by a razor or chemicals her underarm looked soft and supple. I touched it with my fingers. Anita jerked and let out a soft moan. I gently moved my fingers over her hair and her eyes were already half closed. I decided to play with it a little more before cutting it. I turned the TV back on to lighten the mood. Pretending to watch TV I again slowly moving my fingers on her underarm hair without touching her skin. I could tell she felt it and but she did not move. I slowly started to gently pull the hair, roll them and swirl them around. I knew she was enjoying it. I then withdrew my hand and kept it on my lap.
Soon her impatience grew. She innocently asked if I would shave her other underarm also. What a stupid question but I knew she just wanted me to continue playing with her other underarm. I made her sit on the other side of the sofa and again gently lifted her other arm. I pulled on the hair and they were a little moist. I told her we should wait for the hair to dry up and then we can begin the cutting. I lifted both her hands up and asked her to keep them that way so they will dry quickly. It was a magnificent sight. After a while she asked if it was ready. I moved my fingers on both her underarms. She almost closed her eyes with ecstasy. I took her to the bathroom and sat down on a stool. I raised her hand and turned on the trimmer. She was a little scared by the noise. I held her hand tight. I bought her close to me and touched the trimmer blades to her underarm. The hair started falling. I thoroughly cleaned the whole area. Now her beautiful soft underarm lay naked and exposed for the first time. It had tiny beads of sweat forming on the folds. Anita looked at me staring hungrily at her underarm. I raised her other arm and did the same. After I was done I gently blew at the moist underarm. My breath must have felt cold as she jerked her body. I told her this will make her feel cooler now and she wont sweat as much. Just staring at that beautiful armpit was very tempting for me. While she still had her arm raised and looking at me I moved closer and put my nose to her underarm. I told her she smelled fantastic now. She bit her lip and lowered her hand. She thanked me and said it felt great now. I asked her if she could do the same for me. I told her I also wanted to trim my hair but was difficult to do alone.
We switched positions and she sat on the stool. To her amazement I removed my t shirt. I told her I did not want to get hair on it. She was feeling embarrassed but I told her we are friends and it does not matter. She was continuously staring at my body. I went and stood close to her with nothing but my loose baggy shorts on. I raised my hand and she came close to my underarm. She moved her fingers on my underarm. I felt like I was in heaven. She turned on the trimmer and slowly started moving it about. Looking at her in that sexy dress, touching her fingers on my naked body was giving me a hard on. After she was done with my left hand. I already had a half erect penis. I turned to present my other underarm to her when she noticed the bulge forming in my pants. Also my pants were loose so had slid a bit below the waistline. I saw her notice my shaved upper pubic region. She could not take her eyes away from it. We somehow got through the other arm by which time I had a full blown erection. I as usual pretended I did not notice. We go out of the bathroom and on to the sofa. I did not bother to put on my shirt yet. I asked her how she felt. She said it was wonderful. I told her yes I also like to keep all my hairy areas clean. She understood what I meant. I told her if she ever wanted to use the trimmer again she can have it.
Bashir leads a uneventful solitary life that is changed when he gets a new subordinate. The subordinate himself is painfully dull and annoyingly dimwitted. But things get interesting when responsibility of a distant relative of his (a widow) is thrust upon his sorry soul. Bashir uses this opportunity to take advantage of their vulnerable situation and surprisingly the widow is equally keen on being taken advantage of. Their chemistry evolves as they discover their kinky nature.
Spoiler
“Thinking I was asleep, she bent forward and tried to smell my penis. Her eyes closed as she inhaled the scent of my cock, unable to pull away”… Who is this desperate woman trying to secretly get close to a cock? Well let me start at the beginning…
1. A new annoyance
I worked as middle management at call centre in Pune. I had been here 6 years and enjoyed my carefree bachelor life mostly spent streaming countless tv shows and getting high. One morning my manager walks over to my office accompanied by a tiny, lean, nervous looking man. The dull chap is Bodan, who comes from some small town somewhere in West Bengal. He is a new hire and is assigned tome as my assistant. This was upsetting because I could clearly see this sorry looking man was going to be more of a burden than any assistance.
This was the first time Bodan (or anyone from his family) had left the village. He was intimidated by everything from elevators to office women in tight pants. His total cluelessness coupled with his incompetence was getting on my nerves. When I warned Bodan about firing him, Bodan pleaded that this was the only way he could support his family back at home. I am not a man to usually take pity on anyone but decided to keep Bodan around and find some possible use for him.
Bodan was soon running all kinds of errands for me. He carried out my orders without question. I realised how this directionless mans every decision was now influenced by me and how much control I had over Bodan’s life.
2. Bodan’s story
One weekend I wanted to go out for some heavy drinking. Since I knew I might get too drunk to return home, I called Bodan to join me. Bodan arrived in a auto-rikshaw and we went to a local bar. We started drinking and Bodan got drunk after the first two pegs. Bodan started spewing personal details of his life. I got bored quickly and was more interested in the delicious brown chunky woman sitting across our table. I imagined what it would be like to bend her over the table, tear open that tight skirt and jam my finger up her brown ass. Soon my fantasy faded as the women left the room and my attention drifted back to the conversation. Bodan was now talking about how his parents were looking for a bride for him. Then he mentioned some distant relative of his was coming to the city to look for work and she will be staying with him. He talked about how she was forcefully married to an old man who died within days of their marriage. Of course since now she was a widow, no body wanted her around. “Jezzus.. what kind of a world do these people come from” I thought to himself.
I had forgotten about the conversation until the next day when Bodan came to pick me up in an rickshaw. As I walked towards the tiny three wheeled vehicle, I noticed that there was a woman with Bodan in the auto. “Has this cheap fuck split an already inexpensive ride with someone?” I thought as I approached them. The women had a round face and what looked like a chubby supple built. Her white salwar did not do a good enough job hiding her curves. She kept her eyes lowered like any ‘well cultured’ girl is taught to do. Bodan introduced her as Anita, his relative that he mentioned in the bar. She was sitting in the middle so I took the seat next to her. She gave me a nervous smile as I squeezed in next to her.
3. Auto hardon
Bodan told that Anita had found work as a helper at a boutique and they will be dropping her off on the way to office. As the auto-rikshaw travelled through the bumpy roads of Pune, mine and Anita’s body would slam and rub against each other. I felt the warmth of her shoulders on my arms and the softness of her curvy butt on mine. I intentionally rubbed out my arms on her juicy biceps on the bumps. Then I got my backpack off and put it on the other side so we were squeezed into each other even tighter. From the corner of my eyes I saw that Anita had noticed this. She looked down bit on her thumbnail. After spending most of my life among brash city girls, I found her shyness intoxicating. A pink dupatta covered her face so I could not savour her reaction completely. I then pretended I needed to take my wallet out of my back pocket. I rubbed on her thighs as I moved my hands to my back pocket. Anita jerked and tried to shift a little to make way but there wasn’t any room.
By now I was pretty turned on by her. I had a hard on. I looked at Pankaj and he was oblivious to the situation, staring out of the auto on the other end. I wanted to further enjoy this opportunity. I put a hand on my crotch. I did a little adjusting and scratching action on my crotch to make my hard-on more evident. It caught Anita’s attention. For a moment her gaze was transfixed at my cock and then she moved her eyes to Pankaj. Pankaj was still in his own world staring out of the auto. She turned back and lowered her head looking down. I could not look at her face over her dupatta, so I had no idea how she was taking this. I secretly turned on the video camera on my phone and held it in my right hand, upside down, facing her. She did not know this. I continued to touch and adjust my hard-on pretending to be trying to get comfortable, all this time recording her reactions. Soon we arrived at her destination. The auto parked and the walkway was on the left, so Anita had to get out from my direction. Normally I would have got out to make it easy for someone to get out. But instead of getting out, I slightly pulled back my legs and adjusted my body in a gesture to make room for her to get out, when in fact I made it even more difficult for her to leave. She got up and started to squeeze her way out. Her heavy bottom was grinding up against my body. Then she reached a position right in front of me. My hard on was pushing right into her ass. I could not resist the temptation and gave a strong thrust, pushing my hard cock further into her trapped warm ass. It felt heavenly and I thought I would cum right there. The poor girl eventually managed to get out and I sat back down with a raging hard on. She turned around and faced us. Pankaj told her good bye and she tried to avoid looking at me. She was half biting her lip and gave me a quick look before turning back.
We continued on to our office and all the way I could not stop remembering the sweet sensation of pushing my hard cock against her big and soft ass. We reached office and I was still hard. I covered it up with my bag and rushed to my desk. I quickly went to the bathroom and locked it. I took out my hard cock and started stroking it. I remembered about the video I took in the auto. I took out my phone and played the video. It was a great angle with the lower half of the screen covered her her breasts and upper half with her cute round face. At first she was looking out of the auto on the other side. Then I noticed she was not actually looking out but stealing glances at Pankaj, making sure he was unaware of what was going on the other side of the auto. Then she quickly stole glances with the corner of her eye in my crotch’s direction. She continued to stare at it and brought her hand to her face and bit her nail. Again a quick glance at Pankaj and back to the cock. The way she stole glances from the corner of her eye and the excited look in those eyes was turning me on even more. I could not control my self any longer and burst my load on the toilet floor.
4. The move
I was expecting more excitement on the trip back home but Bodan informed me that Anita’s shift gets over early. She was already at his home. This arrangement continued for a couple of days. One day at office, I called Bodan and I inquired about their living arrangement. He told me he could not afford a proper flat on his salary so they lived in a one room kitchen. He slept in the kitchen and she in the other room. I saw an opportunity here. I preached him some nonsense about how it was not a good way to live and he should arrange something better for himself and his cousin. Bodan, of course, had no thoughts of his own to contribute. I told him since I lived alone in a two bedroom apartment, they could move in with me till he could find a place of his own. He said he could not impose on me. Then I told him that he could pay me the same rent he was paying for his flat, but at least they would have a proper flat to live in. This seemed to preserve his honour and get my job done too. He seemed very happy about the plan and said he would talk to Anita about it. I told him there was no need to ask her, it was good for both of them. We took the auto directly to his home. Upstairs Anita opened up the door and was surprised to see me.
She was wearing a very tight salwar kameez. I guessed it must have been from when she was younger. It was barely able to contain her now fully developed breasts. She quickly went inside to get a dupatta to cover cleavage. Bodan told her I had come to talk. We went inside and sat down, all the time my eyes were fixed on Anita and her gorgeous body. She was still trying to avoid eye contact with me, acting all shy. I recalled how this innocent acting girl was stealing glances at my cock when she thought no one was looking.
Bodan excitedly explained to her my offer to let them both live with me for a while. Anita was not as dumb as her cousin. She was looking at me in quick glances whenever Bodan mentioned about me. She had a hesitant look in her eyes about the whole thing but could not object directly in front of me. Finally she has to give in to Bodan’s excitement and convincing. It was decided, they would move in with me the next day.
5. Pampering
A lazy staturday started with my door bell ringing, it was Bodan and with his lovely cousin. I invited them in and helped with their luggage. I had cleared up the bedroom next to the kitchen for them, where they settled. After a brief survey of the house I asked them to setup their room and take rest. Everyone was tired so we ordered food and just relaxed watching TV. I did not want to make any moves too quickly. I just wanted Anita to get a little comfortable here. A few days passed without any major incidents, but her tempting body and innocent face were driving me crazy. I tried to talk to her but she was a very shy girl and with that idiot Bodan around it was awkward getting close to her.
There was an assignment coming up in office which required me to travel to Bangalore for training. Though it was meant for me I pushed my manager to send Bodan in my place, saying it would benefit the new comer more. I did not inform Bodan in advance as he may worry about Anita and look for another accommodation. Couple of days before the journey I told Bodan about the trip, stressing it was crucial for his career. He showed some faint concern for Anita but I knew the dumb bastard did not really care much. I also told him not to tell Anita right now as she will worry unnecessarily. So sunday came and it was time for Bodan to leave. As instructed by me he told Anita he was going for just a couple of days and she can continue to stay with me and carry on her work. The trip was actually was 2 weeks but neither of them knew this at that time.
Anita showed some hesitation when told, but neither Bodan was too concerned nor was she really in a situation to afford an alternative. Finally Bodan left for Bangalore. The three of us went to the station to drop Bodan off. I would finally be alone with Anita, the thought overwhelmed me. While returning back I made a stop at a grocery mall. I asked Anita to get some supplies for herself. She refused, mainly because I knew she was out of money. This is the opportunity I was waiting for, I wanted to pamper her and get a leverage over her. I refused to take no for an answer and told her she was my guest and in absence of Bodan she was my responsibility (‘male chauvinist pig’? …oh get a life). I told her not to worry about money and consider it a gift from a ‘friend’ and all that crap. Being a village girl this was all new to her. She gave a shy smile and nodded.
I specially picked out stuff for her that I knew she would have difficulty using and would be depended on me for help. I bought all sorts of things for her and the excitement was clear on her face. We returned home. She thanked me for all the wonderful things I bought her. I told her we are friends now and friends help each other out. We watched TV for some time and put on a music channel. I noticed how she watched the girls on TV and music channels with their short clothes. The next day I took her shopping again to a mall. She said she was nervous being in such a big place. She saw the girls there is mini skirts and hot pants and I think all this was alien yet exhilarating to her. I told her I want to buy some new clothes for her but she refused. I told her to at least get some clothes for wearing in the house. She agreed and I took her to a sports wear store. I wanted to buy some some tight clothes for her to see more of that ripe figure. She was clueless anyway so I picked up some three forth tights for her. I picked out the ones with the thinnest material and the tightest fit. I also bought some sleeveless tight t-hsirts for her. She looked at them in a funny way but I did not give her too much chance to object.
6. Curiosity makes the pussy wet
We returned home and I told her to try the new clothes. She was excited too and went to her room. After a while she came out but still wearing her salwar kameez. She told me she liked it very much but that they were a bit tight. I told her that is how it is supposed to fit and will become comfortable with time. I knew she was just shy to wear that in front of me. I had never seen her in anything else than her salwar kameez before. I talked about how she must have seen the girls in mall wearing similar clothes. I insisted that she can at least wear them inside the house, she went back in to change. This time I tried to peep through to keyhole of her room. Though I could not see her changing I saw her walking towards the mirror in the tights. My jaw dropped and her figure, it was sexy as hell. I imagined she had a good ass but this was far from what I had imagined. Her legs were thick and curvy, her thighs were juicy and in great shape and her ass was heavy but tight. I wanted to break down that door, rip off those tights and just suck on that ass. Just her sight in those tights gave me a hard on. I saw her checking herself out in the mirror. She looked very pleased with the clothes and started posing in front of the mirror. She was certainly enjoying it.
She came out and was a bit shy, because of me. I told her the tights look great on her. I told her she looks like a dancer on MTV (that I knew she watches so much) and she blushed. I went to my room and changed into a sleeveless T-shirt and loose baggy shorts. I came to the living room where she was sitting. I noticed her staring at my muscular hairy legs. Seeing her up close in that tight pant was driving me nuts. It was one of those exotic figures and you just don’t see in such clothes. He sweet curves on a tight-well build village body. I laid down on the sofa and turned on the TV. She said she will start preparing dinner and got some veggies from the kitchen to cut. She sat down on the carpet with her back resting against my sofa. She was leaning near other end of the sofa where my legs were. My hardon was not going down and I was continuously staring at her butt as she sat on the floor near my legs. I got an idea, I went to the bathroom and removed my underwear and put my shorts back on. I lay down on the sofa again and slowly pulled my shorts up a bit. I positioned my shorts in such a way that from Anita’s angle, if she looks up in my direction, she will get a look inside my shorts.
She continued to cut carrots and watch TV. I causally asked her if I should change the channel. She turned towards me to say something. Initially she had the innocent smile on her face as she turned towards me, and then her eyes caught a glimpse inside my shorts. The look on her face suddenly changed. She kept staring for 2-3 seconds with the same confused look on her face. It was as if something was holding her eyes there and not letting them move. Quickly, realizing I might notice, she turned back to the TV. With the same look, she continued to stare blankly at the TV screen for a while. I wanted her to enjoy the show a bit more. I told her I was a bit tired and taking a nap. I asked her to wake me up when the dinner was ready. She looked at me and nodded, trying hard not to stare and into my shorts. I, of course, did not want to miss the drama so I used the same cellphone camera trick again. I started recording and lay my head back and closed my eyes.
7. The show
I watched the video later. After I went for my ‘nap’, at first she just continued to watch TV and cut carrots, or at least pretended to do so. She had the same tense look on her face. Slowly she lost interest in cutting the carrots and stopped. After waiting a few minutes, she turned and looked at me pretending to say something. She did not say anything. Instead she felt secure that I was really asleep and could not see her. She quickly cornered her eyes looking into my shorts. The way she stole that glance was the most sexiest turn ons I can imagine. She turned back and kept blankly staring down at her chopped carrots. Again she looked at me and quickly turned her eyes towards my revealing shorts. This time she looked inside more directly and for a longer time. She again looked to make sure I was not awake and the stared right into my shorts at my bulging hard on. I had made sure that she had a good view of the whole area. She continued to watch for a while and her expression changed from confused look to a kind of look I must have had when I was watching her through the key hole.
She got up and I did not know what she was up to. She went into the kitchen and returned with some cucumbers. She sat down again but this time closer to me! She sure was getting horny. She started cutting the veggies again. After half a minute I think she could not hold it and turned again to me and then directly to my bulge, now just inches away from her face. She grew bolder, assured that I was asleep she was enjoying the view of my thick brown cock and balls just inches away from her. The look in her eyes told me that she desperately wanted to reach in and grab it. I saw her hands gently moving towards her upper thighs rubbing them slowly as she started at my cock. She gently caressed her inner thighs as she grew hot.
Then she got up on her knees and it looked like she was trying reaching for the TV remote kept my side of the sofa. She stretched her hand to grab the remote while her face was moving closer to the window in my pants. Then I noticed something that blew me away. She was moving her face close to my legs and all the way smelling them! At the end of her stretch as she touched the remote, her face was almost inside inside my shorts, but carefully so as not to touch any thing and wake me up. She stayed there for a few seconds more, staring at my cock from close range. Then I saw her chest swell up, she was smelling my erect cock! Then she quickly went back and sat down in her original position. But the look on her face had changed, she looked flushed. She bit her thumb and stared blankly and the TV.
8. Desires
All this time I was pretending to be asleep, unaware of the sexiness going on below the sofa. After a while, I pretended to wake up and saw her readjust and sit properly. She briefly looked at me with a look of a guilty c***d. I just smiled, unaware of what had just happened and she moved back to the TV. She went to the kitchen. I followed her. As I entered I saw her slightly bent over the kitchen table mixing some stuff. The view of her thick thighs and heavy bubble butt was like a magnet for my dick. I thought my dick would drag me with its force into that ass. I had to get close to that ass somehow. I saw she had taken out some left over daal from lunch was about to heat it in gas. I told her I will teach her how to use the microwave. She stood in front of the microwave clueless even as how to open the damn thing. I stood behind her directly now… this is what I was aiming for! I was standing at a close distance but my hard cock was still not touching her.
I told her to press the big white button to open the microwave door. As the door opened she had to move back to open it completely and place the vessel in. As she moved back my cock touched her back. I think she felt it as she moved ahead a bit with a jerk. But after a second her body moved back with my dick lightly touching her. She was short in height and my dick was pointing up, so it was actually touching her slightly above the ass. I moved back and quickly put one hand in my shorts to push my dick down. She was still looking at the microwave pondering what to do next. I told her to set temperature but obviously she did not know what control to use. So I moved a little ahead taking my hand to the control dials. This time my cock for firmly pushing on her right but cheek. It was soft and warm, with only thin layers of her tights and my shorts between us. Even though I thought I should, I was not able to pull back. I saw her body tightening, her fingers strengthening her grip on the microwave door handle she was holding. I continued to fiddle around with controls while enjoying the soft warmness her beautiful butt was providing my raging cock. I did not want to pull out as it felt so fucking great but I also did not want to scare her and was afraid she might walk out or some thing. I moved a bit back and pretended it was not intentional.
I moved back to the hall and lay down on the sofa. My cock was still hard and I kept thinking about the touch of Anita’s ass. I wanted to touch that juicy soft ass with my hands. Anita walked in with dinner. She was avoiding my stares. We sat down to eat and watch TV. I saw her steal glances at me once a while but there was not much talking that night. When the movie ended I told her I am going to bed as I have an early meeting next day. After about a couple of hours, I got up from my sleep to pee. I heard sounds from the hall. The TV was still running. Anita had fallen asleep on the sofa watching TV. I suddenly remembered the video I had recorded earlier. I watched it and realised that though shy, Anita was secretly a kinky horny woman. The video made me horny too and I started to stroke my cock right there, behind the sofa. I saw her laying there deep in sleep. She was sleeping on her side and I got a good view of her big round ass. I took my face as close as possible to her ass. I wanted to bury it in there and smell her beautiful treasures. But I controlled. I took my cock and bought it close to her face. I carefully got the tip of my penis close to her nose. I could feel her warm breath on my cock while recalling how she was dying to get a smell earlier. I let my cocks aroma fill her lungs for a few more seconds. But It was getting too much for me. I wanted to blow my cum on her face. I had to quickly run to the bathroom and relieve my self.
9. Getting used to a new life
The next morning I got up and walked to the hall. Anita was already dressed and ready to leave for work. When I walked in she gave a smile and said she had prepared tea. She asked if Bodan was returning today. I told her he was supposed to arrive today evening and that I will enquire in the office. I got ready and came back to the hall. Anita said she would heat the tea for me. I asked if she needed help with the microwave again, acting innocent. She quietly said no and went to the kitchen, trying hard to hide her shy smile.
I reached office and called up the Bangalore office. I talked to the manager and asked how Bodan was performing. He informed me that they don’t think Bodan was able to cope up with the seminars. They even said they would like to replace him. I was frustrated as I did not want that idiot to return and ruin everything. I told them that though Bodan lacked the aptitude, he was sincere and hardworking. He asked if they could assign Bodan to IT operations as they were short on people. I was only too happy to comply. Later I called up Bodan. I told him the superiors there were not very happy with him and he got scared. I told him I convinced them to give him another chance and that he should carry out the new responsibilities. I also told him he might have to stay there longer.
I left office and took an auto to pick up Anita from the boutique she worked at. On the way home I informed her about Bodan’s ‘decision’ to stay back. She looked a little disappointed. I kept my hand on hers and told her not to worry, she will be fine here. She gave a nervous smile and I removed my hand. I told her we should have dinner outside, it will make her feel better. She said it was not needed but I wanted a drink anyway. I took her to a club and got a table near the bar. We ordered some food and I ordered whiskey for myself. I asked her if she wanted a drink. She got a little uncomfortable. When I asked, she told me that in her village girls don’t drink alcohol, even many respected men did not drink. I told her she is in the city now and these customs were meant for stuck up village folk. I told her drinking is a way a to relax after a hard day’s work and have some fun. She looked around and saw girls in skirts smoking and drinking with their male friends. Everybody seemed to be having fun. After a while, and my second whiskey, I looked at Anita. She was watching all the girls and the way they were dressed. I asked her if she wanted to try something as well. She refused. I insisted that she try a something light otherwise she will be uncomfortable the whole evening. I asked her to try a cocktail. I dunno if she confused it for some sort of juice or was just eager but she agreed. I ordered a specially strong cocktail for her.
Her drink arrived and it looked fancy. She took the first sip. I watched the blue drink touch her supple brown lips and the way she sucked her soft lips afterwards. She said it was full of flavours but very bitter for her taste. I advised she take it slow. I asked her to first try and enjoy the aroma of the drink and then she will like it. Knowing her fetish for smelling things, it was a fun on to watch her put the glass to her nose and take the aroma in. She enjoyed it, the pervert. She spent the next few minutes taking long sniffs at her drink and looking around. She tried the drink again and did not find it so difficult this time. By the time I was done with my third glass we had ordered another drink for her. After a while she was a bit ***** and we decided to go home.
10. Do you want to play?
We reached home and she sat down on the sofa. Having forgotten about Bodan, she was in a good mood now. She went to her room and changed into the tights I got for her. I saw the kurta she has worn to office lying on the bed. It was a bit wet in the underarm region. That was for some reason, very tempting to me at the moment. I wanted to know how this village beauty smelled. She had gone to the kitchen so I grabbed it and brought it close to my nose. It smelled strangely inviting. The smell drew me more towards it. Anita was returning from the kitchen so I kept it back. But at that moment I wanted this sweet pervert to know I was down with her game and I too enjoyed it. She asked me if I wanted something from her room. I had to think fast. I told her that I was putting clothes in the washing machine so wondering if there were any clothes here for washing. She said she will check. I asked her about the kurta and she said she had just worn it today.
I took it in my hand as if examining it. I told her it looks fine. Then I took the sweaty portion of the arm and bought it to my nose, in front of her. I took a long sniff and acted casually. I looked at her and told her yes it doesn’t smell bad. Her expressions had changed. She was just staring at me with her kurta in my hands. She was leaning more against the wall now, her body language loosening up. Looking at her I said “this does not look dirty, are you sure you want this washed?” and I took another long sniff at her sweaty kurta. I told her it actually smelled good and did not need washing. She lowered her stare and involuntarily bit her lower lip. I then left the room and went my room. I changed to the same baggy shorts and a sleeveless shirt.
I came out and saw Anita sitting on the sofa watching TV. As I approached her she kept looking at me while I pretended to be interested in the TV. I knew she must be still thinking about the incident in her room. I sat down besides her as she adjusted to make room for me. We watched TV for a while. I took out some ice cream from the fridge for the both of us. After I while I noticed she still had not worn the sleeveless t-shirt I had got for her. I asked her about it. She was more open with me now, maybe it was the drinks. She said none of the girls in the village wore anything sleeveless. I told her she was not in her village anymore and it did not matter. She has a shy smile on her fave and told me she had some hair under her arms and she was embarrassed. I told her it was ok and I really did not mind. But she said she saw the girls in the club today and everybody had clean underarms. I asked her why she did not remove the hair then. She just kept quite for a while. I raised my left arm to show her I was clean under there too. She stared at it for a bit and then quickly lowered her stare. I sat closer to her and lifted my hand up again. “Look how smooth it is”. She was shy but the drinks had loosened her up. She finally looked at it.
I made a bold move. I took her hand and touched her fingers on my underarm. She covered her face with her other hand partially while giggling. But her fingers were still lightly touching my underarm. Her cold dry fingers felt so erotic on my warm wet underarm. She lightly moved her fingers on my underarm before withdrawing them. It felt like they soaked up all the juices built there. I asked her if she liked it. She giggled again. I said I meant if she would also remove her hair. She said yes she would like to do it. I got up to go to the bathroom. When I got up I saw in the reflection of the TV showcase, Anita rubbing her fingers that she had touched to my underarm. When I started walking I saw her quickly bring them to her nose and take a sniff.
11. Playtime
I got my electronic trimmer from the bathroom and showed it to her. I told her this is what I use to remove hair. She looked at it and asked how it worked. I told her I will show her how to use it on her underarms. She was a little shy and refused my offer politely. I said if she doesn’t clean her underarms the clothes I got for her would go to waste. She agreed after some convincing. She was still afraid to use it herself. I told her its not supposed to be done alone and that I will help her. I asked her to change into the sleeveless top I got her and comeback.
Anita returned wearing the tight sleeveless top. She looked delicious. Her dusky well built body. With the tight top there was nothing to cover her butt too. I just feasted on her supple figure. She was trying hard not to raise her hands. I gestured her to come sit on the sofa. She say besides me with a shy smile on the face and her head lowered. I told her how beautiful she looked in these modern clothes. She blushed. I sat closer to her. I gently touched her elbows and lifted her arm. She kept biting her thumb. I raised her arm all the way to reveal her beautiful underarms. She had soft black hair under them. Untouched by a razor or chemicals her underarm looked soft and supple. I touched it with my fingers. Anita jerked and let out a soft moan. I gently moved my fingers over her hair and her eyes were already half closed. I decided to play with it a little more before cutting it. I turned the TV back on to lighten the mood. Pretending to watch TV I again slowly moving my fingers on her underarm hair without touching her skin. I could tell she felt it and but she did not move. I slowly started to gently pull the hair, roll them and swirl them around. I knew she was enjoying it. I then withdrew my hand and kept it on my lap.
Soon her impatience grew. She innocently asked if I would shave her other underarm also. What a stupid question but I knew she just wanted me to continue playing with her other underarm. I made her sit on the other side of the sofa and again gently lifted her other arm. I pulled on the hair and they were a little moist. I told her we should wait for the hair to dry up and then we can begin the cutting. I lifted both her hands up and asked her to keep them that way so they will dry quickly. It was a magnificent sight. After a while she asked if it was ready. I moved my fingers on both her underarms. She almost closed her eyes with ecstasy. I took her to the bathroom and sat down on a stool. I raised her hand and turned on the trimmer. She was a little scared by the noise. I held her hand tight. I bought her close to me and touched the trimmer blades to her underarm. The hair started falling. I thoroughly cleaned the whole area. Now her beautiful soft underarm lay naked and exposed for the first time. It had tiny beads of sweat forming on the folds. Anita looked at me staring hungrily at her underarm. I raised her other arm and did the same. After I was done I gently blew at the moist underarm. My breath must have felt cold as she jerked her body. I told her this will make her feel cooler now and she wont sweat as much. Just staring at that beautiful armpit was very tempting for me. While she still had her arm raised and looking at me I moved closer and put my nose to her underarm. I told her she smelled fantastic now. She bit her lip and lowered her hand. She thanked me and said it felt great now. I asked her if she could do the same for me. I told her I also wanted to trim my hair but was difficult to do alone.
We switched positions and she sat on the stool. To her amazement I removed my t shirt. I told her I did not want to get hair on it. She was feeling embarrassed but I told her we are friends and it does not matter. She was continuously staring at my body. I went and stood close to her with nothing but my loose baggy shorts on. I raised my hand and she came close to my underarm. She moved her fingers on my underarm. I felt like I was in heaven. She turned on the trimmer and slowly started moving it about. Looking at her in that sexy dress, touching her fingers on my naked body was giving me a hard on. After she was done with my left hand. I already had a half erect penis. I turned to present my other underarm to her when she noticed the bulge forming in my pants. Also my pants were loose so had slid a bit below the waistline. I saw her notice my shaved upper pubic region. She could not take her eyes away from it. We somehow got through the other arm by which time I had a full blown erection. I as usual pretended I did not notice. We go out of the bathroom and on to the sofa. I did not bother to put on my shirt yet. I asked her how she felt. She said it was wonderful. I told her yes I also like to keep all my hairy areas clean. She understood what I meant. I told her if she ever wanted to use the trimmer again she can have it.
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